#hq x self insert

[chaepink]

DAY 19: SUCH A TEASE | COCKWARMING

teasing kageyama is always fun, especially if it has something to do with him cockwarming you.

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ kageyama tobio x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!gn!reader, dacryphilia, begging, cockwarming (character receiving), edging, riding, praise, pegging, strap can be read as a dick, reader can lift him up

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.8k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

You love teasing kageyama. Whether it's palming him under the table at a restaurant, making tears brim his eyes when you continue to overstimulate him, or being blunt with your words about how you want to just bend him over the nearest desk and fuck him till he can't think anymore. All three would result in kageyama flushing red and letting out a needy whine, stuttering out a quiet response.

And today is no different. With your focus solely on the work in front of you, you almost forget about him on your lap. That's until kageyama lets out a whimper, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

"Are you alright, kageyama?" He whines at you. Here he is, fully naked and on your lap with your strap stuffing him full. The tip is just barely touching his prostate and it brushes against it whenever he moves just a little, each time making him leak out pre cum from his hard red dick. It lays against your stomach and he tries his best not to move, wanting to be good for you. He's been cockwarming you for a while now and he's lost track of how many times you've edged him.

A mere hour or so earlier you were working on stuff you needed to finish until Kageyama kept begging you to pay attention to you. So a suggestion of him cockwarming you, some edging, and teasing now has you here. The tip of Kageyama's ears burns, not thinking it his neediness would result to this.

"ah! y-yeah i-im mmph! fine!" You let out a sigh before putting your pencil down and running your hand through his hair. You suddenly grab a fistful of it and pull it back, making kageyama let out a gasp as he throws his head back. Your other hand roams down his body to grip his thigh, giving it a squeeze.

In this new position, you're able to see kageyama much better. His face is flushed red and his eyes are hooded as he looks at you. You look at his dick and how pre cum continues to leak out of it like a broken faucet. The substance continues to drip down his dick and to the base. Ragged breaths escape him and your eyes trail down to where your strap disappears into his ass. The feeling of your eyes down there makes him subconsciously squeeze around your strap, making him let out a small moan. So needy.

"Really? It seems like you're falling apart on top of me already though from what I can tell." Kageyama lets out a cry when you grab his hips to slam him down on your strap, a squirt of his cum spurting out of his dick and staining your shirt. There's no warning for him as you continue your actions.

"s-shit o-oh my god! let me cum, please!" Kageyama lets out a sob when the strap hits the spot inside him that makes his toes curl and back arch back against the desk. When you keep going, kageyama begins to think that you're finally going to let him cum and pleas and begs flood out of his mouth. That's until you stop. He cries out before looking at you with tears brimming his eyes.

"Y-You're so mean, [name]! Stop t-teasing me!" He cries at you, trying to subtly grind against your strap as he paws at your chest. It's been the same thing over and over again. You pay attention to your work for a while before finally paying attention to him. But it doesn't last long cause all you do is edge him close to his orgasm, make him think each time would be the time that you finally let him cum, before stopping altogether and ruining his release. Then you go back to your work as if nothing happened.

You coo at him, cupping his cheek. You feel him lean into your touch with a pout on his lips. How cute.

"But you just make it so easy to be mean to you, baby. You let out those noises I love so much and you're just so pretty when you cry. I can't help teasing you." Kageyama shoves his head into the crook of your neck, hiding his red face. You hear him sniffle and he grips onto your shoulders for support.

"I-I keep getting so close! It h-hurts, [name]." You begin to mark his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys here and there. Afterwards, you admire how the colors of the marks compliments his skin so prettily. While a part of you feels bad for edging him for a while now, another part wants him to beg for it more, to make him cry.

"Don't you want to be good, though? Wanna be a good boy for me, yeah?" He whines and nods hastily. Of course he does! "That's what I thought too. Good boys do what they're told don't they? So how about you let me do it again, hm? One more time, please?" Kageyama's breath hitches in his throat. You raise a eyebrow at his hesitation.

While he wants to be good for you, the pain in his dick and being denied release a couple times now is starting to get to him and he feels his mind getting foggy. Though of course, the right answer is always clear to him. He wants to be good for you.

He nods again but you tap his cheek, wanting a verbal answer from him. "Y-Yes." You smile at him. "Good boy. Tell me when you're close, alright?"

He shivers at the praise but you surprise him when you grab his dick and begin stroking it, the pace immediately quickening. He widens his eyes, the feeling of his orgasm and the need to release quickly coming back and overwhelming him. His noises fill the room and you almost feel bad for your neighbors who would surely hear him. Almost.

He shuts his eyes close and as his release quickly returns back, he's quick to tell you about it. Even though he knows it's going to happen, he still lets out a broken whine when you release your hand from his dick, ripping his orgasm away from him.

Tears are streaming down his face by now and you have to wipe them off his face. His eyelashes are clumped together and his eyes are glossy.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. That was the last one remember?"

He swallows and nods. You admire the way tears streak down his red face. Fuck, he looks so pretty like this.

"Bet you want to cum now right, doesn't it hurt?" Kageyama lets out a quiet 'yes', pouting at you.

"Go on then, put on a show and ride me." You don't have to tell him twice as his grip on you tightens. He puts his calves on the seat and sits up, slowly taking your strap out of him until it's merely a inch away from his hole. He bites his lip in anticipation and neediness. Seconds later he slams himself down on it, the strap entering him in one smooth movement. A scream leaves his mouth as it fills him up to the brim.

He begins bouncing on top of you so quickly that it's almost like he forgot how you two are only on a chair. Sure the environment may not be the best for him to ride you but the both of you barely cares. All you're focused on is him.

You watch as he quickly falls apart in front of you once again and becomes quickly overwhelmed at the pace and intensity he set for himself. But he doesn't choose to slow down, wanting to chase his high as fast as possible. His mouth is wide open and drool begins falling from the corner of it. He looks so fucked out that you can't help but wish to take a picture and savor it forever.

You notice the bulge on his stomach every time your strap enters him and you press down on the spot, grinning when Kageyama lets out a choked moan at the feeling.

"f-feels so good, [name]." There's a teasing grin on your face. "It feels so good as you ride me, doesn't it? I'm making you feel so good, right?" He nods dumbly even though he doesn't even process what you just said. All your words just go in one ear and out the other.

Incoherent words leave his mouth and you struggle to understand what he's saying. Though you don't really need to know how he feels from his words, the amount and volume of his noises tell you enough about how he's feeling.

"[name], please," he whines. He doesn't even know what he's begging for anymore. His hole sucks in your strap so greedily as if it wants more ever time it enters him.

He can barely think properly. All his thoughts are scrambled and instead are replaced by the feeling of your strap and how it's just hitting all the right spots in him. He feels so full and warm that he doesn't even release how he's about to cum.

The feeling of cumming hits his body suddenly and he lets out a wail at the intense feeling. After being edged so many times, it only makes it better when he finally gets to cum. Cum shoots out his dick and it makes a mess everywhere. It stains his chest and also your top but you don't care. Kageyama continues to ride your strap and you realize that it seems like he's not going to stop anything soon. You don't even have to overstimulate him, he's already doing it himself!

The sound of skin on skin is sinful as it floods your ears. It along with his noises are music to your ears and you swear you could hear them forever and would never get tired of it. Praises spill from your mouth and Kageyama whines at each one.

An idea hits you and you quickly push everything out of the way on your desk. Your hands reach for his waist and when you notice Kageyama slowing down, you lift him off you and push him against the desk. Before he could beg you to put the strap in again, you do it yourself and slam it back in him. The new angle makes his eyes roll back and let out a mewl. He chokes on his spit and all he can do is lay there all pretty for you as you fuck his brains out. After being edged so many times, the feeling of overstimulation is heaven for him.

It's going to be a long night and he knows that by the morning, he won't be able to walk properly. Well, it's not like he's complaining of course.

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[rinsaint]

shower sex with haikyuu boys !!

⁰⁰¹ cw. making out, shower/bath sex (duh), marking, breast play, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk (?), praise, riding, and uh yea !!

⁰⁰² characters. SUNA & KUROO !!

⁰⁰³ authors note. i just came back from a long break and a long break means a bunch of thoughts. hope you guys like ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა

☆ SUNA RINTAROU: Rin came home from practice, sweaty and exhausted and all he wanted to do is just come home and relax with you. He had heard the shower running and he had figured that you were in the shower. He had decided to join you, he only intended to take a warm shower with you, holding you close, laying his head on your shoulder. As you talk about your day. But he didn’t realize how you two haven’t really spent anytime together these past few weeks, intimate, time. And he decided what better time it would be to have sex with you right now.

“R-rin! shit. Just like that baby, hmfp-“ You moaned into rins mouth, gripping onto the railing in front of you as he shoved his cock continuously into your pussy.

You were facing the shower head, rin behind you grabbing onto your hips as his hips slap into your ass.

You can hear suna let out strings of curses behind you, and you desperately met his thrusts which had you both moaning and groaning out each other names.

You twisted your head back again and brought him into a kiss, grabbing the back of his head to deepen it and whining into his mouth when he snakes his hands to your breasts, fondling them and playing with your bud.

“f-fuck! rin I-I can’t. m’so close.” You cried out, your warm walls clenching around his cock that’s hitting that part inside of you that has your eyes rolling back.

“yea? my pretty baby is close? c’mon love, then cum. do it for me pretty girl.” Suna had whispered in your ear, pushing you to your breaking point and making you cum around him.

☆ KUROO TESTURO kuroo was tired and overworked. You’ve noticed this for a few days now, and had a plan to make him calm down, relax a bit. You made a warm bath with bubbles, music playing slightly in the background, rose petals leading into the bathroom, and best of all, wine. You wanted him to relax and to wind down. And kuroo thought what better way to do it than take his stress out on you?

“Fuck, baby you feel s-so good around me.” kuroo whined out, gripping onto your hips as his cock slides in and out of you repeatedly.

kuroo bucked into your cunt desperately, his hands holding onto your hips as he bites his lips to prevent any moans coming out.

“Sweetheart, c-can i cum in ya? Please baby need to fill you up.” The man had whined out, leaving kisses on your shoulders as you grip the back of his head.

“y-yes. want you to fill me up, please.” kuroo grunted in response, moving his hand between your legs and rubbing circles on your clit.

He felt your warm walls squeeze around him, your head thrown back as you continue to ride out your high, water splashing around you.

kuroo let’s out a hushed fuck as he lazily humped into you, sighing as he released his load inside of you. You hummed at the feeling of his cum seeping into you, giggling when he gives you a peck on your cheek, his head resting on your shoulder.

[rensukei]

↻ ...something so innocent

in which you make one right move, and you're suddenly all they want. ft. tsukishima kei & iwaizumi hajime

cw use of feminine clothing and pet names but never directly uses she/her prns, heavily suggestive. not proofread. wc: 1.2k

a/n ik this topic is vague but i LOVE the song i got the idea from. lay me down in my grave in 60 years and play this song. watch me come back to life from this mf beat. also apologies for the lack of paragraph indentation my computer just didn't like the idea of keeping those spaces ig

of all people to test, tsukishima was not one of them; especially on the night that the sendai volleyball team was hosting a formal.

you in your pretty little dress, seated right next to the refined blonde—short his glasses this evening, instead swapped out for contacts and an all black suit—, were so perfect, keeping a watchful eye on your posture and tone of voice while in the presence of such opulent volleyball figures.

you turn to meet your painstakingly handsome fiancé, cursing him for how good he looks clad in black. "how's the wine, kei?" you ask, well aware of the answer.

he sets his glass down, taking extra care to not clang it against the table. "i'm trying my hardest to not wince at the taste of it." he lowly says with the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. "i'm sure you aren't doing to well with it either though, princess. last time you had wine you were crying on the bathroom floor with my shirt because you thought you 'lost me.'"

"oh please, that was one time! i can handle a little red wine... and don't try to act like i don't notice you clenching the fabric of my dress with every sip you take, hypocrite." you reach ahead of you, grabbing a full glass of water. "have some."

"as if this will help," he takes a sip, "it feels like i've been served straight rubbing alcohol."

you giggle at his quip, "oop," you gently place your hand on the edge of the glass, "don't spill, kei." suddenly speaking just loud enough to where he could hear your faint whisper, you were too focused on the task at hand to realize the intimacy of your actions, "we don't need to be crying on the floor with my shirt now, do we?"

its by the grace of god that he didn't throw that very glass across the room and run out the door with you in his hand. something in the tone of your voice—or perhaps just the hushed, innocent nature of which it came across—made him flush a furious claret, similar to the repulsive beverage that may or may not have contributed to the slow heat rising to his cheeks.

after quickly recovering from the affect your words had on him, he sets the water down on the table as his hand slides underneath the tablecloth and onto your leg. his head dips down, lips dangerously close to your ear as his head is now hidden from the rest of the guests.

"oh, but we could be, princess," he softly mutters, "wouldn't that be fun? 'could put on a show for everyone—you'd like that now, wouldn't you angel?"

and just as quickly as it happened, it ended just as fast. his stature returned to his normal posture as if nothing happened; as if the most sinful words didn't fall past his lips. one thing stayed, though; his hand kept it's place on you underneath that table for the rest of the night.

iwaizumi had just gotten home after a long day at practice, walking into your shared home with a huff as he sets his bags down. moving into the kitchen following the faint smell of cooking, he finds you above the stove with shorts and a tank top on, tied together with a pretty little apron hugging your figure.

"ah, welcome home, haji!!" you drop the utensils from your hand and run up to welcome him with a tight embrace.

he receives your affection as a small grunt slips past his lips at the impact. "well hello, angel," he revels in the way you fit against him, then quickly remembers that he's a sweaty volleyball trainer who hasn't showered yet. "ah, hold on, let me go shower-"

"let me run it for you," slipping out from his arms, you flip the stove off and move the empty pan to the sink, "i haven't actually started cooking yet so it can wait."

moving across the kitchen to where you keep your aprons, your back faces the worn out iwaizumi as he watches your hands slip behind you to undo the bow that was so neatly tied. but, uh oh, it seems as though it's accidentally gotten all knotted up-

"oh gosh.. haji, can you come help me with this? i think- i think it's stuck.."

its a mystery as to why something so innocent could possibly effect him this way. ...helping you untie the knot on your apron? this does not prompt him bending you over the counter in any instance. ever.

he tries his damned hardest to swat the indecent thoughts bubbling up in his mind away as he makes his way over to your struggling frame. it was so hard not to just fold you over right then and there; your hands behind your back, your hair up and out of the way... it was all too perfect.

he couldn't help the way his hands instinctively slid beneath the rough fabric of the apron, feeling the supple top under his calloused fingers.

"you know, doll, i had such a long day," he says lowly as his hands find their way around your body, "would you mind... helping me out a little?"

the unexpected movement and actions of your lover catch you by surprise, a sudden warmth beginning to pool. "oh, baby- i haven't even started dinner y-"

"aw, but it's okay, pretty. i'm not too hungry, anyways," he turns you around to meet his gaze, a look you know all too well at this point in your relationship. your head lifts as you reach up and graze his lustful lips with yours in a feverish kiss as he undoes the problematic knot at the small of your back, an action he's a bit too familiar with as his skillful hands waste no time.

needless to say, dinner was neglected and the shower was (fortunately) postponed.

ps. i was going to do three-four charas but i got bored and impatient ;)

©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 :: tpwk!!

[yenqa]

tolerate it

synopsis : your love should be celebrated, but sakusa seems to tolerate it. (loosely based off taylor swift’s tolerate it)

warnings : ANGST. food/eating, lots of self doubt, hurt no comfort, sakusa is a HORRIBLE fiancee, mentions of crying, lmk if there are any more!

pairing : sakusa x gn!reader (i think)

wc : 0.64k

a/n : was feeling evil!! (no i was just in an angst writing mood) uhhh enjoy ig! also plz tell me if there are any mistakes!

three hours and forty-eight minutes.

that’s how long you’ve waited for kiyoomi to come home.

you understood practice times fluctuated, but this was just disappointing. practice usually ends at five, it’s 8:48—no, it’s 8:49 now. you glance at your phone to find the screen reflecting your face, not a single message for the past three hours. not a simple "hey! practice is running late; don’t wait up for me" or even just "i’ll be home late." nothing. nothing should’ve been expected, he never messaged you anyway.

your dinner had gone cold, the nice plates covered with fancy food had been left to mold for how long it’s been.

he would’ve hated this dish anyway. the hours you spent perfecting the recipe had gone to waste, your time had gone to waste sitting, waiting for him to come around.

where was he? was he really that immature to have you waiting for three hours?

the clock ticked to nine o’clock. four hours, he had been mysteriously missing.

you were told not to text him while he was practicing because it would distract him. but you figured one text wouldn’t hurt.

"where are you?" was the only thing you sent. reading it stayed delivered for the next twenty minutes. but you figured your messages with him had collected dust anyway, so it wasn’t a surprise.

9:31 was when the door finally opened, he walked through the door quietly, looking up to make eye contact with you.

"where were you, omi?" you ask. it wasn’t an angry exclamation, just a confused one. but his eyes furrowed, and he crossed his arms, almost sighing as he answered, "practice."

you scoff, "practice? why didn’t you tell me that it would go on for an extra four hours?"

kiyoomi shrugs. he shrugs.

"are you serious, sakusa? you’ve been practically missing for four hours, and i don’t get a single text? did you not think your fiancee would be worried?"

"i can’t tolerate this right now, we’ll talk tomorrow." you watch him walk away from you, not looking back once.

tolerate this. he’s tolerating it. you’ve been waiting by the door for four hours, and he doesn’t care. he doesn’t care you’ve spent hours on end cooking his dinner, one that just went to waste anyway.

you’re putting your all into this relationship. since the moment you got together, you’ve constantly worried, "am i not good enough for him?" but you guess you never were. he told you that it was all in your head, he reassured you that you were an amazing partner. but what's wrong with you now?

you stomp into his room; he glances at you and then continues to unpack his practice bag.

"what am i doing wrong? why are you being like this?"

he sets down his bag and says, "I didn’t ask you to wait for me."

"is that not the bare minimum?"

"god- when did you become so clingy?"

frustrated tears start to blur your vision. "clingy? are you serious, sakusa?"

he nods ever so slightly.

"sakusa, have you ever thought about anything you did in this relationship? i can’t even remember the last time we had a decent conversation. and i’m clingy for wanting to save this relationship?"

"if it was so bad, why didn’t you just leave?"

the world had gone silent, as if it was listening to every piece of nonsense your lover had been saying. this was the man you loved. this was the man who tried to hide his tears of happiness when he proposed, this was the man who had so nervously asked you out. this was the man who had never forgotten anything important to you. but where was he now?

you take a shaky breath and ask, "did you ever even like me? or were you just tolerating it?"

he stays silent, and you take that as your cue to leave.

your love story should’ve been something from a romance movie, something sweet and sincere. but all good things came to an end, especially his love for you.

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

[vainilla-milk]

when you're sick feat. osamu, atsumu, iwaizumi

tags: flu mentions, timeskip! characters

osamu

When he noticed that you were feverish, he knew he had to stay with you.

He stayed less hours tending his onigiri shop to take care of you.

You wanted to enjoy his care but you felt too moribund because of the fever.

He makes you delicious meals, always leaves you a tea that makes you feel better and hands you your cold medicine.

He is so relieved to see you recovered, that means he can sleep with you again without letting go.

atsumu

He is a mess when you tell him by phone that you are going to be staying at your parents' house because you are sick.

The apartment feels very empty without you and he can't help but feel sad.

You had told him you'd rather recover away from him so as not to infect him and hinder his professional career, but that wasn't enough for Atsumu to feel comfort.

He sends you memes and videos of ferrets and kittens to try to keep you company, even if only online.

He also talks to you every day and calls your mom for an update on your cold.

When you are recovered and back in the apartment he greets you with a big hug while telling you how awful it felt to be without you and worried about your health.

iwaizumi

As soon as he realizes you have the flu, he sends you to bed and takes care of you. Don't challenge him, he is now the boss of the house.

He takes you to the doctor and is rigorous with your flu treatment.

He prepares changes of clothes and sheets for you, he also prepares several meals that you can heat in the microwave when he is at work.

He makes you go back to bed when he catches you doing housework as soon as you notice your fever has gone down.

He doesn't like to see you down, so he thanks heaven to see that the flu is leaving your body.

He's the next one to get sick, so now it's your turn to take care of him.

[lunaevangeline]

{Oikawa Tooru x fem!reader} (college au)

wc: 1.7k+ —warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, semi-public sex, small closed space

This is especially for you @satisfactooru (my beta reader) and @queenelleee (my muse) 🤍 Also written for my sweet @mattsunkawa's "the best years of our lives" collab.

Sometimes Oikawa Tooru can be insufferable. Like this time, he made you roll your eyes. Look how you ended up with him inside the gym closet. It was a silly idea of him who tried to seduce you. 

You were doing your work as the PE assistant professor, preparing for today’s class. You were aware that your boyfriend knew your schedule. He loves to 'help' you with your work.

"Oh what a coincidence to find you here," Oikawa gasped dramatically, trying to look surprised.

"You knew I'm here," you didn’t pay much attention, still busy calculating the training equipment. 

One click on the pen signifies you’ve finished your task. You cut out his unreasonable behavior.

"Now what do you need?"

Instead of giving an answer Oikawa took off his clothes, showing off his built torso. He purposely stretched his arms, flexing his biceps and triceps. He threw away the garment aimlessly. Your pupil dilated, of course, it's a good sight but what the hell is he doing in the university gym?

Your relationship with him is official and your close friends know the fact that you're dating. But you always ask him to keep a low profile, you don't like too much attention. In some circumstances it's unavoidable but this one is an exception.

He hovered over you, making you step back to the corner. Then, he pinned you to the nearest wall, a cheeky smirk on his face. 

"Well, I haven't had a bath after my run."

He dragged his body closer, placing his lips next to your left ear. 

"How about you join me?" He whispered seductively, making you shiver down your spine. At least he dried out before he met you, you can catch a lingering scent of baby powder. He knew it was your favorite scent of him.

"Sir, that's a bit inappropriate," you gulped avoiding his direct gaze. Your hand tightened your hold on the bullet notes and pen.

You glanced at the gym wall clock, "Besides, I have work in 30 minutes."

"I can be fast," Oikawa still tried, playfully sending you a crooked smile.

"Not at the campus," you glared, warmth creeping to your cheeks. 

He laughed, feeling amused by your timid behavior. He loves it everytime you become so shy around him, he finds it adorable.

"At least give me a ki—"

His words cut by a series of footsteps approaching, you were stunned at your place.

"Crap! Where did I put my jersey?"  He cursed under his breath, trying to find his jersey but he forgot where he had thrown it away.

You were panicking, trying to help him out. Your heartbeat quickened as the footsteps grew louder, but before they got too close, Oikawa was already dragging you into the closet room.

The closet room is quite small and dark. There's a glimpse of light escaping through the small open slit but it doesn't help much. As Oikawa towers over you, you can feel his chest pressing against your shoulder.

His hand is on your waist, and his breath hovers over your ears from the proximity. Because of the darkness, your senses sharpen. You hear a heartbeat. It's an octave louder than usual, though you're not sure whether it's yours or his. Direct skin-to-skin contact and his lingering scent alert you to the fact that there is no garment covering his torso.

"What are you thinking about?"

He caresses your knuckle, and your fist loosens.

"I'm thinking how could we escape this place now."

He chuckles light-heartedly. It won't be a problem for him since he has no classes to attend, but for you, it could be a problem if you do not show up in less than 30 minutes.

You pinch his cheek with your free hand, mumbling "not funny". Still, you can hear a soft breathy chuckle escaping his lungs.

"I'm sorry," he grabs your hand on his cheek, bringing it closer to his face, and plants a kiss on the back of your hand. You soften, you really can't win over him.

You thought so, before he sneaks his hand behind your t-shirt, making you yelp.

"Tooru, we shouldn't—" you whispered.

"I miss you," he interrupted you. "Ever since I was so busy with the upcoming university league I was consumed by practice."

"I'm sorry that I can't spend more time with you," guilt lingered in his tone. 

But the fault isn't his, in fact, you were also busy with study and organization. You were impressed by how well he managed his time, at the very least keeping up with the lectures while still managing his training.

He plants a few kisses, trailing your shoulder to the side of your neck, nibbling it softly without leaving any mark.

"I miss you too," you claimed, suppressing your soft moan by biting your lower lips at the end of the sentence.

It makes him weak when you said that. He feels needed and loved. He tilts your head to the side, allowing you to face him. It's dim but he remembers clearly every feature of your face. He captures yours. It's slow and velvety but becomes more intense as he licks your lower lips and gains permission to meet your mould.

"Tell me when you'd like to stop," he whispered before pressing his lips again.

The kiss becomes sloppier, by now you must look like a mess. His hand sneaks further to unclasp your bra. He plays with your mound, fondling the soft flesh and teasing your bud. He pinches your nipple softly between his index finger and thumb. You moan into the kisses, trying hard to suppress it by clutching his biceps. Your nails could be leaving a mark on his skin, and you’re sure he will brag about it later on.

The temperature increases in the small room. You started to grind against his hardness. He mewls against your lips, your sweet moans reaching all the way to his girth. You don’t know how hard he's under his sweatpants. He eventually breaks the kiss, you both catching for oxygen. 

"Stop moving baby." He clenches his jaw, as you continue to give more pressure. Low groans leave his lips, he can feel his precum already leaking even though he barely touches your pussy.

"You started this first," you sneered, panting. He can picture the mischievous grin plastered on your face. Your shyness is nowhere to find now, he loves it and he finds you hot either way.

"Shit-" he proceeds to lower the band of his sweatpants. His length sprung out and he smeared the precum leaking from his slit.

You become impatient hearing his own heavy breath as he strokes himself. You reach for his cock and touch it. It's so hard and warm, you can already imagine how it would nicely stretch your insides.

He whines from your touch, and he himself is working with your gym clothes. While your bra has become undone, your short pants are still there. He pulls down the band, so it's pooling around your feet. He's checking if you're prepared for him.

"Oh, already this wet for me?" He teases your folds, and you mewl under the feather-light touch of his digits.

"I guess there's no need to eat you out right now since we're running out of time."

He smears your slickness around your entrance, rubbing and circling the sensitive bud of your clitoris. Your knees feel so weak, you hold onto him for support. 

His hand is busy aligning his dick with your entrance and while pushing it slowly, he covers your mouth to muffle your voice. Your sweet moans and sultry voices belong to him and only him. No one should have the privilege to hear it.

"You don't want your lovely junior to hear you out, right baby?" He grunts as he penetrates you. You whimper in response. He can feel that it becomes more difficult to shove his full length as you're so tight, either from the circumstances or his words. You cried on his hand, clenching your knuckles.

"Damn, princess. I didn't know that this was your thing."

"Do you love it when I fuck you out in the closet?" he coos.

He continues to pump his length into your pussy, stretching in and out, filling you so well. You didn't reply to his words, just continue to hold your moan. However, he can feel it by the tightening and slickening of the wall grips around his length.

"Tell me princess-"

"would you like me to stop?"

It's even harder for him to form coherent words, almost jumbled from his heavy breath and cloudy mind. Being inside you feels heavenly, and he can't deny the fact that someone could catch his act igniting an unknown feeling. He's going feral over you.

You simply shake your head, your body movement harmonized with him as he thrust you powerfully. He eases his hand that is placed over your mouth a little bit.

"Use your words, sweety," he commands.

"No"

You try your best not to trip over your words.

"—please continue to fuck me, Tooru."

You sound like you're almost crying from the way he made you feel so good.

Then he complies. He angled his dick to hit your sweet spot repetitively, your mouth chanting his name. You’re not sure if it’s because of the darkness, but you really can see the stars even if your eyes are closed. His hands work to stimulate you, pinching your nipples and your other bud down there. Your knot inside feels tightened and tightened before it becomes undone. You gasp, letting out an inaudible moan as your pleasure culminated.

He pulls out his length and strokes his shaft several times. His white secretion spurts out, dripping down to the floor.

You both pant hard, regaining your senses after riding your high. He rests his sweaty forehead on your shoulder, his strong arms holding your waist, so you won’t fall down on your wobbly knees. His other hand caresses your skin reassuringly. 

You two were too lost in your time together and didn’t notice that it had been quiet since a few minutes ago. 

"Thank you for the treat," he mumbles over your skin, stealing a quick kiss in appreciation.

The corner of your lips curled up.

"Make sure to clean it up later."

[bokubear]

Haikyuu!! — he thinks you’re cheating

❥ including ; kageyama tobio, atsumu miya, ushijima wakatoshi, kuroo tetsuro

❥ genre ; hardly angst, slight insecurity, comedy, fluff, suggestive themes

❥ notes ; my first post in a whole month! gosh it’s been a while, but i’m glad to be back(*'▽'*)

Kageyama would never assume such a thing, instead, he’d try his hardest to talk it out—scared helplessly throughout. It was after his practice that day, and as he was approaching you for your daily walk home together when he overheard you talking with that guy. So, kageyama being kageyama, strutted to the perpetrator and grabbed his shoulder with an iron grip. “Y/n, what’s going on?” You could tell he was trying his hardest to deepen his voice, causing you to suppress your giggle. “Tobio, are you worried about me being with him?” Oh Kageyama Tobio was so easy to read. From his nervous glances at the two of you talking in the hallway to even now where you saw him from afar, that doubtful gaze told all that was on his mind. “We we’re planning a party for the team.. but I guess you didn’t realize..” The boy he was suspicious of spoke up, pointing to the décor surrounding the two that he’d yet to notice. “Since you guys went to nationals y’know.” You smiled sheepishly, pointing to the door. “And Takeshita is the only one with a spare key to decorate indoors.” Without saying anything else you were wrapped in your boyfriend’s embrace, his face snuggling into your neck. “Thanks for not leaving me.” He muttered, hoping the boy he now knew was named Takeshita didn’t overhear. However their laughter told him otherwise. He was red as a tomato.

Atsumu immediately throws a fit, flaying himself dramatically onto any surface to belch about how “‘ya never loved ‘im!” Very annoying. And the guy working at the ice cream stand seemed to agree. “Hey! I heard you two getting all cozy up in here earlier.. she’s MY baby.” He’d repeatedly remind to which you frantically rush to apologize for the Miya’s unnecessary behavior. “Tsumie! Quit!!” You slap his arm, eyes staring daggers at the irritating blonde. “Mmm fineee.. but watch out. I’m everywhere.” He hissed, trying to act intimidating ( or whatever that was supposed to be ). Apparently he had it out for this ice cream shop worker, pulling you to the side with knitted brows and a jutting pouty expression. “You’re my baby right? Don’t tell me you’re into-“ His whining cut short at your soft lips pressing to his, eyes widening into saucers. “Always your baby.” You smile, brushing a loose strand of dyed hair from his face. “Mine.” He whispered, lifting you up by the thighs to spin you around. “This looks cheesy.” You complain, unable to keep yourself from getting lost in his honey orbs. “I don’t care cause you look like an angel right now.” Wow. It was hard to even think you were slightly mad at him earlier. Charmer.

Ushijima would confront you. Of course since ushijima is indeed ushijima, his mature and knowledgeable nature leads him to invite you to a dinner. Initially you’re surprised, it isn’t you’re birthday, and it’s not any important date? Weird. And he doesn’t hesitate to get right to the point, asking if you’re interested in “another” he said. It was extremely puzzling of how the ushijima wakatoshi was fiddling with his fingers—appearing nervous. That was a first. “Another? Toshi I-“I’m sincerely sorry if I didn’t give you everything you want, you see I’m not very good at this dating relationship and I’m learning so I understand if you went to someone else-“Why would I ever want to break up with you?” The continuous fiddling of his fingers continued, clearing his throat. “Are you okay?” You leant forward, doting features sending ushijima’s mind into a frenzy. “Ah yes, you just-look stunning in that dress.” This statement floored you. God he was perfect. “Toshi, that’s my brother you were referring to. The ‘another.’” You swore his jaw dropped to the table. “Oh then.. I believe this was a misunderstanding, shall I take you home?” A sly smile crept at your lips, taking his comment and twisting it mischievously. “Take me home? To do what?” You chided, watching as his face contorted ever so slightly. “To.. help you out of your dress, it’d be hard to unzip it.” And once again a gentleman despite your coaxing. “Perhaps we could do something else after I help you from your dress?” Now it was your jaw’s turn to drop.

Kuroo mopes. He utterly mopes. Sitting on the couch with one of Kenma’s cats sleeping peacefully atop his head while watching literally every season of Naruto in existence. At some point even Kenma himself steps from his room to ask if he’s still alive. It’s a miracle really that he’s still eating that bag of Lays, munching nonstop. And as expected Kenma receives a call from you in the midst of the ordeal, asking where your potato-chip-eating boyfriend is. Kenma doesn’t lie to you, explaining that the raven-haired is in a state of denial because you paired with someone other boy in your Biology for the project “when you could’ve been learning the periodic table song with him” he quotes, earning a burst of laughter from you. Boy Kenma was a great impressionist. Nonetheless you show up uninvited, standing in front of the tv screen with crossed arms. “You! You’re in love with him aren’t you! The greasy hair, ugly face and everything! Look at you little missy thinking you can get away with-“ On his entourage of accusations and complaining he stands so close to you it’s not hard to smell the stench of 2 days worth of couch-potato days sticking to his clothes. “Ugh! You stink! How long have you been on the couch?” You plug your nose, unbeknownst to the amused Kenma recording at the doorway. “Uhh.. Two.. days? Wah! Wait!” Kuroo calls as you disappear into the bathroom. “No! I’m not coming out ‘till you shower!!” — “Fine but then can I sing you the periodic table song?” — “..Maybe.”

-maak

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HQ AND PREGNANCY/GIVING BIRTH

Characters | Various x Fem!Reader

WC | 1.1k

A/N | Been wanting to write these hc’s for a while, I miss writing hc’s honestly this was a lot of fun! I honestly think all the HQ charas would be amazing parents and be extremely supportive!! Not proof read so I apologise if you find mistakes :) (also I have zero experiences of pregnancy so if anything is inaccurate thats why :3)

TW | Pet names (babe and baby), soft soft soft!

Tip-Jar☕️ | Navi | Karasuno Masterlist

Is the most supportive partner they could be. Reading books about childbirth the minute you find out that you are expecting. Wants to support you in whatever way they can, literally lets you do nothing.

“Babe I am only 4 weeks pregnant, I can stand for longer than 10 minutes without you attempting to carry me”

Super endearing at first (although after a while you have to remind them you are okay and they are getting annoying), you love how excited they are to help you through the pregnancy.

They have been low key planning this since they met you, even have an amazon wish list specifically for if you ever put up with them long enough to have kids.

Packages come every week or so, full of different things for the nursery etc. They are constantly shoving their phone or laptop into your face to ask opinions on different things.

You both design the nursery together and it is IMMACULATE, although they won’t let you lift anything they do let you paint the walls.

And when the time finally comes for you to be rushed to the hospital, they have been prepared since day one. The emergency bag is grabbed and you are being hurried out the door to the hospital.

Doesn’t leave your side at any moment, helps you through contractions and lets you squeeze their hand as much as you need. Talking to you the whole time, letting you know that they are there and how good a job you are doing.

When the baby comes they are speechless, lost at the site of the small bundle of joy that you nurtured inside of you for 9 months. It makes them fall deeper in love with you.

And their child? The minute they get to hold the tiny bundle of joy, their heart is the fullest it's ever been. And all the pain you just went through is suddenly worth it to see the look on your partner's face, as they hold your joint creation.

(they definitely cry at some point)

DAICHI, Sugawara, Kiyoko, Tanaka, Ennoshita, Iwaizumi, AKAASHI, Inouka, Kuroo, Yaku, Semi, TAKEDA, Akiteru, Michimiya, Ukai Jr, MEIAN, Osamu, Kita.

Is much more nervous when they find out, of course they are excited but are they prepared? Absolutely not. But they don’t have time to worry about it now because it's happening.

They are trying their hardest, despite them being extremely anxious and not exactly hiding it that well. Sometimes forget that things are going to be slightly different as time progresses.

Sometimes you have to prompt them to help you with certain things, such as buying things for the nursery etc. They let you pick the aesthetic for the nursery and struggle to understand why you want the nursery to be so picturesque, after all it's meant to be a practical room.

“Do we really need a rocking chair?”

“But it will look cute and it will be helpful!”

You are going to have to tell them to help you if you are struggling, they will definitely forget that you aren’t meant to be lifting heavy things etc. Not because they don’t want to help you (because trust me they do) but sometimes they just need a little nudge. Although they immediately apologise with promises of a foot rub that evening.

They may be oblivious to certain things, but when you are both cuddled up on an evening, their arms tightly around you. Hands running over your bump affectionately, whispers of the future and what you will do when there are three of you. That's when you know that everything will be worth it.

The one thing they do well is the emergency bag for the hospital, it has double of everything you may need. They are almost over prepared for the situation by the time it comes. The car has been packed for weeks with everything you may need for the inevitable trip to the hospital.

Extremely unsure of how to help you when you are in labour, not sure if anything they are saying is actually helpful. End up staying fairly quiet, with the occasional kiss to your forehead to remind you they are still here and that you are doing a good job.

Allows you to squeeze their hand until they can’t feel it anymore.

When they see the baby for the first time, the smile on their face is one you wish to commit to memory forever. They definitely cry the first time they hold them. Promising that they would do anything and everything in their power to protect you and your child until they die.

USHIJIMA, Kageyama, Asahi, Yamaguchi, YACHI, Aone, Kenma, Yamamoto, KYOTANI, Kinnoshita.

Overly excited from the minute you find out. This person is like a child at Christmas all of a sudden. They are golden retrievers anyway, but the thought of you carrying their child and becoming a parent is thrilling.

Points out baby clothes and accessories when you are out shopping, constantly trying to sneak them into the cart.

“Baby we don’t need that many nappies yet, we still have 7 and a half months.”

“No harm in being prepared!”

Instantly wants to get to work making the house baby proof, child proof and everything in between. Which you let them, you can’t say no when they are excitedly picking out colours for the nursery.

Although occasionally you have to pull in the reins, mainly to stop them spending all your joint savings on things that you don’t really need. You have to direct them slightly to make sure you are getting everything you need.

Sometimes they send you puppy dog eyes and then you really can’t say no. You end up with a lot of stuff to say the least, some of it useful and some of it less so.

And you both have a BLAST decorating the nursery, them being so playful means it takes twice as long and can get messy pretty quickly. But you eventually get a working nursery, it's extremely cute and feels like the perfect combination of both of you.

They can also be overly protective, not letting you do things by yourself. Which can get annoying especially in the early months, but you know they mean well. As the months go by it becomes less annoying and more endearing, because you actually need to rest.

Also extremely prepared for the hospital, has like 3 bags full of things. Almost panics when you shout for them to grab the bags and get ready to head to the hospital.

Has to calm themselves down on the drive while also trying to calm you down. When you eventually get there, he tries to talk to you the whole time, reassuring you, and helps you through small breathing exercises you both learnt on the run up.

Can’t stop crying the minute you give birth, is just so in love with you and their baby. Can’t stop staring in awe as they watch you cradle the newborn in your arms.

BOKUTO, Atsumu, Hinata, KOGANEGAWA, Terushima, Saeko, Goshiki, Lev, Nishinoya, OIKAWA.

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Just Breathe

pairing: Atsumu Miya x gn!Reader cw: swearing word count: 5.7k

Summary: Atsumu Miya was sick, and all he wanted was some extra attention — who knew his plans to get it could backfire so heavily.

Three days had gone by since Atsumu first came down with a cold, and he was already at his limit. It wasn’t the liquid meals or the snotty nose, the wobbly legs or the stuffy head — it couldn’t be the night sweats or the sneezing — and it wasn’t even the sore throat. The problem was the lack of attention he got from you for being sick.

Granted, he didn’t want you to catch the cold, but he was antsy for some time with you. He’d try and talk to you in the morning while you made him breakfast, but would get into a coughing fit and be sent back to bed. When you brought him his meals, he’d sneeze and send the tissues littering the bed in your direction, making you jump back at minimum three whole feet. He tried to watch a movie with you, even if it was in the living area and several feet apart, but his constant sniffling, sneezing, and blowing of his nose ruined any focus you could have possibly had on the film, so he just shut it off. Thanks to all of this, you’d gotten into a good routine when it came to caring for him: doing what you had to do, and then booking it out.

If he were to get you to come in the room — and stay in the room — he’d need a new plan.

He let out a tired, slightly whiny but thoroughly exhausted call of your name. In seconds, he was met with the quiet thump thump thump of your feet hitting the ground, and your head poking out from behind the door frame.

“Yes?”

It took everything in him not to break his act then and there and bust out into some dopey smile. You looked so silly, like a cartoon character in the way you stood, and yet you had an expression that practically radiated care and concern.

He was lucky — which meant he definitely shouldn’t be doing this. But, desperate times call for desperate measures. Taking in a breath, he deepened his pout and sunk into the pillows.

“I don’t feel good…”

You raised a brow, and finally stepped fully into the doorway.

“I’m fairly certain that’s the definition of being sick, Atsumu.”

He shifted his gaze to the side, realizing he probably should have thought about this more before jumping into action. Oh well — too late now.

“I mean… ya know… really not good.” He paused, nodding his head as he collected the pieces of his half-baked plan. “Yeah. A lot worse than before.”

“Worse?” you repeated, concern instantly gripping your features. Oh, was he awful for making you worry. Though, he couldn’t deny it: he was excited to have those worried eyes on him.

“Yeah…” he mumbled, eyes drifting down sadly. He was playing it up, and it was working; just as he let out a long breath of air, you were taking in a short one and rushing over. He heard you mumble a quick “poor thing” to yourself, before sitting down at the edge of the bed, your fingers already raking down his arm.

“What’s wrong? What feels worse?” you asked, the concern practically dripping off your tongue.

“My throat…” he said meekly. “It hurts.”

You frowned, slowing the rhythm of your fingers down, resting your hand on top of his. You flipped his hand over so you could trace circles across his palm, then going up and down each finger with your own. At this point, he didn’t care if lying was bad — this was great.

“It does? Do you want me to make you some hot tea?” Your eyes drifted over to the clock, thinking about the numbers that reflected back in them. “Or, it’s getting close to lunchtime… Are you hungry? I could make you some soup!”

The expression you wore was so proud, like you’d just masterfully solved an intense problem. Which, technically, you would have if he was telling the truth — unfortunately, he was a big fat liar. His real problem was about to be left unsolved once more.

“I’m a little hungry…” he mumbled, a hint of a grumble, and you smiled and went to stand up.

“That’s settled, I’ll be just a few minutes — ”

“Wait!” he exclaimed, and you stopped in shock, the worry instantly settling back on the lines of your face as you drifted back down to where you sat before. OK, that’d gotten him a bit of time. Quickly, he turned his hand, reaching to lace his fingers with yours. “Do I have to wait here?” he asked pitifully.

Instantly, your expression softened, and you looked down at him with a warm look.

“Sweetheart, you need to rest.” You gave his hand a small squeeze. “I can make you some soup by myself, you know.”

“I know…” he whined, rubbing his thumb against yours. “But I’m tired of staying in bed! I think it’s what’s makin’ me feel worse.”

You let out a soft laugh, and scooted closer as he fidgeted with your thumb.

“Really? The rest and taking care of yourself is making you feel worse?”

He gave you a pitiful nod, and clearly you couldn’t fight the warm, caring smile that came onto your lips.

“Alright,” you breathed out, “Just this once. You’re going to bed right after though, you hear?”

Atsumu nodded as fast as he could, an eager tight-lipped grin sprouting.

You parted from him and stood up, your fingers trailing as you did. He wanted to spring up from the bed and run to the kitchen, but sick people usually don’t get the kind of energy to move mountains, so he slowly and carefully swung his legs over, wobbling a bit with each movement. When you reached your hand out to help him, he gratefully took your hand again, this time making sure to not let go as you walked together to the kitchen.

Though, it didn’t last long, since he had to let go once more so you could work.

“I’m not Osamu,” you’d stated. “I’m a decent cook, but I’m not good enough to make this with one hand like he probably could.”

Atsumu grumbled a bit, but complied.

So, he ended up sitting at the table while you went to work. He didn’t sit like a normal person though, no, you made sure to wrap a big blanket around him that, despite being wrapped around him alone, still took up the seats adjacent to him. He could hardly move, and you were darting back and forth across the floor.

He took to watching you for a while, the way you handled everything. You said you weren’t like Osamu — thankfully in more ways than one — but you weren’t bad at cooking. At least, you knew more than Atsumu did. He’d be the one to mess up boiling an egg; you’d be the one to step in and turn it into an egg salad.

From where he sat he could watch you peel and chop potatoes, shred carrots, and slice mushrooms — these were tossed into a pot where you had some sort of tomato base — then you drained a bowl of kidney beans that had been soaking on the counter (he remembered you saying something about them needing to soak overnight — had you been planning on making this?), tossed the beans in the pot, and filled the newly empty bowl with frozen corn and peas: all of which went into the pot as well. He had no clue how you knew what to do, but damn, did it smell good.

When you finally got to a still, just stirring a hot pot, Atsumu decided to stand up and hobble in the fluffy blanket over to you. Standing behind you, he wrapped blanket covered arms around your waist, leaning his head on top of yours.

“Atsumu,” you sighed, “I said you could come, but that doesn’t mean you don’t need to take it easy anymore.” Your stirring slowed as you glanced up at him. “Sit down, I’ll bring it to you when it’s done.”

He frowned, not giving up so soon.

“I’m tired of sitting. I need to stretch my legs, ya know?”

You hummed, changing the temperature on the stove.

“Now, do you?” You patted the hand on your waist, and let out a small laugh. “Good thing I need to go to the spice rack, then. Let's get those legs moving.”

So, you started heading that way, and not wanting to get left behind, Atsumu trailed along right behind you. Halfway through, tired of jamming into your feet thanks to the difference in stride at such close quarters, he lifted you up slightly, placing you on his feet. The two of you did your awkward dance, the kitchen’s linoleum your ballroom floor, your own stumbling waltz to the spice rack. You picked out the containers and shakers you needed, laughing at the predicament you were in, and he happily hefted you back to the simmering pot.

As you dashed spices he didn’t even know the name of into the mixture, Atsumu soon became your own spice rack, holding all of the ones you’d finished with or would need later so you could measure, pinch, and sprinkle.

“I’m planning on eating some of this too, you know,” you said, passing one spice to him as you grabbed another. “I think your brother would pass out if he realized I was letting a sick man handle the ingredients.”

Atsumu groaned, leaning his head down into the crook of your neck. Focus on me, he was practically shouting. All this work to keep your attention, and here you were, talking about Osamu.

“Can we stop talking about him, please?”

You let out a soft laugh, and he pouted against your skin.

“Fine, fine. Instead, how about we talk about how someone so sick shouldn’t be burying their snotty nose so close to my face,” you teased, but he lifted his head and returned it to the top of yours with a frown. “It’s worrying just how fast germs can spread, Atsumu…” you continued, and he let out a huff of air.

“What use do ya have worrying about germs on the top of yer head?” he whined, and you were laughing as you stirred the pot.

“All kinds of worries,” you mocked. “I could have a sensitive scalp, you know.”

He grinned, and instantly placed a loud, wet, smack of a kiss on the top of your head, his grin only widening as you let out a squeal in shock.

“Oh no. Guess yer hair’s gonna get sick. Ya better lay down and rest,” he teased. “Preferably with me, since we’ll both be sick.”

You had to catch your breath before replying, laughing as you finally turned the stove off.

“I’ll let you know if I start getting symptoms. Until then — ” you poked at his arms, signaling to let go, “ — soup’s on.”

Stepping away from him as he dropped his arms, you grabbed a ladle and two bowls, filling them both with the soup. Its scent wafted to him, and he realized just how much he missed being able to be near you when you were preparing food. Not only did he get to see you work, but he got to experience all the senses of the leadup to the product, not just getting it handed to him all at once. Plus, the fact that he could smell it was a good sign — maybe his nose was finally clearing up.

He wouldn’t dare mention that, though. As much as he wanted to compliment your cooking, he needed to be the sickliest Atsumu he could possibly be. Settling back down at the table, you placed the bowls with their spoons in spots across from each other, and went back to get something to drink. While you were gone, Atsumu quickly grabbed yours and slid it right next to his. When you came back, you had two glasses of a golden, fizzy drink, and an eyebrow raised that seemed it couldn’t be surprised anymore. With just a sigh, you slid into a chair, an empty one covered by the blanket between him and you.

“Make sure to drink all of this,” you said, ignoring the pout that was practically radiating off Atsumu, and slid the glass towards him. “It’s ginger ale. It should reduce any swelling and congestion, and help your throat feel better as well.”

He grumbled something incomprehensible, but took the glass and slid it next to the bowl under his blanket fortress. After a moment of watching you take peaceful bites of your meal, he got tired of eating so far apart. He grabbed the end of the blanket, yanking it over your head, ignoring the surprised shriek you let out and smiling to himself proudly.

“Whoops,” he said innocently, and contently took small, tender bites of his meal.

A moment later, he heard a loud sigh, and felt the blankets shifting as you moved into the seat directly next to him now, getting rid of the weird dip from where the blanket sunk between you. He tried his best to hide his shit-eating grin, but you solved it for him, jabbing him with your elbow as you snuggled closer underneath the smothering blanket.

“Whoops,” you mocked, sidling up next to him. He went to toss back a remark about attacking a sick person, but stopped himself when he saw the warm smile on your lips, and settled for eating instead. You won this time — for now.

He brought the spoon to his lips again, savoring in the heat of the meal. As much as he wanted to gulp it down at once, sick people usually don’t do that. They’re usually weak and tired — which meant he couldn’t drink it like a bottle of water in the middle of a game.

So, he took slow, slow bites. You were done with your bowl by the time he’d gotten through half of his, finishing off your glass and preparing to get up.

“This is really good,” he said, watching you shift the blanket to the side. “Are ya gettin’ more?”

“No,” you replied, smiling down at him. “I’m full, and I made it for you, anyway. Help yourself to as much as you’d like.”

He couldn’t hide his visible pout as you stood up from the table, moving to the sink to wash your dishes. As much as he tried to think of a reply to get you to come back, he was coming up empty — his repertoire of excuses was running low.

Letting a wash of silence fill the room, Atsumu poked and prodded at his dish while waiting for you to finish. Eventually, you put them on the rack to dry, turning around for your eyes to meet his pouting lips. You looked like you didn’t know whether to laugh or sigh — after a moment, a small laugh seemed to win the battle. Stepping back to the table, he watched as you sat down and clambered back under the blanket, slipping in next to him.

“Need some help?” you asked, and he gave you a confused look.

“What’re ya gonna help me with?”

You let out another small laugh, picking up his spoon and holding it up to his lips.

“Open up!” you teased, and shock came over Atsumu’s features. His eyes darted between you and the spoon; when he noticed your reflection was in the spoon’s handle, he focused on the part with food — which he noticed was millimeters from his lips, and meant your hands weren’t that far away either.

“Huh?!” he finally burst, unable to take it anymore. In the moment’s notice, you slipped the spoon in, your thumb nearly brushing his lips in the process. Atsumu felt like his face was going to set on fire, while you laughed to yourself and let go of the spoon, now dangling from his teeth. Refusing to open his mouth again for fear of you pulling something else, he hastily threw the blanket completely over himself to hide his rapidly heating cheeks.

Of course, he didn’t think about the fact that you were also under the blankets; just as he tossed it in the air and over his head, you were caught in the motion, sealed under the blanket with him. You squealed as the sudden darkness enveloped you both, and he nearly let out one even higher pitched than yours as he realized his mistake. Scrambling for any semblance of control, he pulled the spoon out of his mouth and blindly grabbed for the bowl.

“I can — ” he shouted, stumbling on his words already.

“You can?” you teased, and he grumbled as he finally grabbed the bowl and slid it to himself.

“I can eat by myself! I don’t need ya t’feed me!” he finished, and you burst out laughing.

Atsumu was embarrassed — probably karma for what he’d been doing — but you were laughing so hard he was worried you might pass out. Chest rising and falling, he loved the sound of your laugh, but he also appreciated the breaths you usually took between them.

Suddenly you clamped a hand on his shoulder, and the lack of breaths between your laughs made him breathless. He felt you shaking and squeezing him, and momentarily thought it was a sign that you actually couldn’t breathe. He got ready to jump up and drop the act completely, about to dash across the house for the inhaler you kept in your bag, until you calmed down seconds later. He could hear your deep breaths, feeling your shoulders move with each breath as you leaned slack against him, and his tense muscles relaxed back into you.

“Sorry to get you so worked up,” you eventually mustered out between giggles and deep breaths. “I saw the opportunity and just couldn’t resist.”

Atsumu couldn’t even find it in himself to groan or pout — not with you smiling at him like that. He was just glad he got worried over nothing. Instead, he let out a puff of air, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer, taking another bite with his other hand.

Then, you were nudging him away all over again, worming your way out from the blanket.

“Now what’s the problem?!” he ended up shouting, and you laughed as you wriggled out from under the blanket’s darkness.

“You’re going to actually get me sick acting like that, ‘Sumu.”

That’s it. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“So it’s a problem when I do it, but fine when you do?!” he hollered out. Despite the fact that he was yelling, when he threw the cover off from over his head, he found you clutching your stomach again, having moved to lean against a counter — your lips were pressed together, trying not to let out a laugh. After a moment of breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, you looked at him with a cheeky grin.

“When you act and I end up sick, it’s your fault. When I act and end up sick, I’m sick by choice!” you said proudly, as if you’d just answered the easiest question you’d ever heard.

Oh, he was going to get you. By the time he was done with you, you’d be sick as a dog.

But, he wouldn’t be able to yet. Just as he was ready to get up, you were back in action. He realized as you grabbed the bowl in front of him that he’d emptied it in a fury while you were laughing.

“Oh, are you done?”

“Yeah — ”

“Do you want any more?”

“No — ”

“Alright, you go on back to bed then and I’ll wash this up.”

“But — ”

“Atsumu,” you warned, and he realized his chance was up. Flushed down the toilet in an instant. Slipped down the drain. Completely, utterly, destroyed. And now, as he slowly stood up to hobble back to your shared room, he realized he needed a new plan — again.

He was never the best at thinking before he acted, though, so before he knew it he was in the bedroom, fake coughing as loud as he could. His vocal cords would hate him later, but for now, he focused on jumping into bed and throwing the covers over himself, just in case you came in too soon. He couldn’t just make it a few coughs though, he needed to make it like he was fighting for his life if he wanted you to come check. So, he coughed as if it were more natural than breathing for him.

Moments later, you rushed into the room, a deep look of concern as you came to his side.

“Hey, hey…” you soothed, hand reaching behind him to help him sit up as he hacked imaginary mucus from his lungs. Your palm drew shapes on his back, circles and stars littering across his muscles.

“Throat… hurts… worse…” Atsumu choked out, drinking in the gaze that fell solely on him, your touch reserved for the dips and curves of his spine.

“Still?” you remarked, brows knitting together enough to make a sweater. You sat down on the bed, scooting closer to him and looking him over. “Is it just sore, or is it itchy as well? Tight?”

“Yeah…” he mumbled, pouting, “All of those,” he added, aiming for the sickest of the sick effect.

You stilled, before scooting a tad closer, your thigh bumping against him as you pushed further onto the bed.

“How’s your chest? Does it hurt?”

Your free hand gently placed itself against said area, right under his heart. He’d asked for this attention, but he wasn’t prepared for the rising and falling of your hand as it slid up and down the muscle, the other stilled against the small of his back.

“Uh — yeah — ” he stumbled, before covering up his shock with a few more coughs.

“How so? Like there’s a pressure on it?”

His eyes drifted down to your fingers, soft digits rising closer to him, the hardness of a nail gently scratching with each trip down.

“Ya could say that,” he said mindlessly, cheeks heating as he finally broke his focus.

When his eyes met yours, they were closer than before. Your hair was tickling his forehead, drooping down as you hung over him. He couldn’t be upset — he wanted this — but it was getting to be more than he planned for. He hadn’t prepared for you to be inches away from him: he prepared for soothing words and pouty lips of concern.

He covered his mouth with a fist to cough quickly, hoping it’d make you back up for a moment so he could recover. Instead, you stayed in place, and he felt his face reddening more with each second you remained. He kept glancing between you and your fingers, mesmerized by the way they ebbed and flowed against him. The more it went on, the more his chest kept rising and falling faster and faster, as if he were the tide and you were the moon pulling against him. Soon your hand came to a standstill, planted like a rock in the middle of the crashing waves.

“Your breathing is rapid, Atsumu,” you pointed out, before pulling the hand behind him out and placing it against his forehead. “And look at you — you’re sweating!”

“…Yeah? Aren’t those… ya know, symptoms of bein’ sick?” he waffled, talking out of his ass. You gave him a serious look, hand trailing down from his forehead to his cheek.

“Is your breathing difficult, at all?”

He panicked, and knew you could tell he was panicking. This only made you look more concerned, as you waited for his answer.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he blurted, but before he knew it something told him he’d gotten himself into trouble with this. You were more than concerned now — you had a scared look on your face.

Suddenly, you rushed up and off the bed.

“Atsumu, I — I think — ” You stuttered, pacing back and forth, and Atsumu frowned as he noticed that you were gnawing the inside of your cheek.

“Babe, hold on — ” he started, nearly prepared to confess, but this time an actual cough came through and cut him off. Your eyes shot to him, worry encapsulating your whole expression.

“I’m getting my inhaler and calling the doctor,” you stated, matter-of-factly. “Stay here.”

You raced out of the room, leaving Atsumu sputtering in confusion. Before he could even ask himself what you meant, you were back, shaking the tiny object up and down as fast as you could. Placing yourself back on the bed, you stretched your arm out, the opening of the inhaler now mere inches from his lips.

“What’re ya doin’ with that?!” he shouted, leaning back and away from the device.

“Atsumu, what do you think?” you said, scooching yourself and the inhaler closer. “Take a puff of this.”

“Why should I?! What’s with the sudden peer pressure to do drugs?!”

You frowned, sitting still and focused, while he floundered around wildly.

“Because you’re showing symptoms of the onset of an asthma attack, Atsumu!”

His jaw dropped, eyes as wide as the moon.

“What do ya mean asthma attack?! I don’t have asthma, yer the one with asthma!” he shouted, pointing at you energetically. So much for the act, he didn’t have the time to uphold it.

“Some people have asthma that flares up from colds or the flu!” you yelled back, and he crossed his arms in front of you like an X.

“Well I don’t!”

“How do you know that?!”

“I just do!”

The two of you stopped, waiting for the other to pipe up and throw in the next attack in your vicious battle of “to inhale or to not inhale.” Eventually, you let out a breath and calmed your tense fighting stance.

“I’ve done the research, Atsumu,” you started calmly. You help up the inhaler, tapping on the label of the canister inside. “I take albuterol. While it’s not recommended to share medication, albuterol is unique in that it has relatively low risks compared to other types of medication. For someone to take it, even if they don’t have asthma, it should pose no harm. This is simply a matter of precaution until I can get the doctor on the phone.”

Atsumu squinted at you, not standing for the explanation.

“You said low risk, but that’s not no risk! There’s a chance something could happen to me!” he argued.

“It’s practically zero for you!” you retorted, arms thrown up. “You live a healthy lifestyle, with lots of exercise and food that’s good for you, with no other major health concerns.” “What about the concerns of my health now?!” he whined. “I’m sick! And that’s yer inhaler! That you use!”

“You’re also not breathing correctly! And I, oh I don’t know, don’t want you to die!”

“What if I overdose and die more!?” “How is that even a possible outcome in this situation?!”

Atsumu couldn’t do this. You were fervently holding the inhaler out to him, but he rolled his head side to side, dodging you with each thrust like a child who didn’t want to eat their veggies.

“Atsumu, please,” you begged, and the tone of your voice had him sweating even harder. “Just one puff, here, let me — ”

You stopped, brought the inhaler to your lips, and let out a breath. He watched as your lips puckered against the plastic, the last bit of air in your lungs forced out. Then, you pressed the canister down, sucked in the air, and held it as it settled. He noticed the way your back arched unconsciously, moving in tandem with your breaths, before softening as you pulled the inhaler away from your lips and let out a sigh.

“Your turn.”

He froze, his face instantly turning a whole different shade of red as heat traveled all the way up from his stomach, through his lungs, and then out of the pores on his cheeks.

“No way.”

“Why not?” you groaned, the tension released in your high-pitched, drawn out vowels.

“It’s too…” he mumbled, and you frowned.

“Too…?” you pushed.

“Too…”

“Atsumu,” you warned, and he fumbled with the covers on the bed, looking away from your face.

“It’s too intimate…” he murmured shyly, blushing like this was your first time out together. When he looked up, he was not met with the flustered look of a shy date who had their hand held by him for the first time, but the blank, dead eyes of someone who looked like they wanted to pass out into a nap on the spot.

“Atsumu,” you finally spoke, his name parting dryly from your lips. “Don’t tell me you’re fighting this for the reason I think you are.”

“I don’t know what yer talkin’ about,” he said, ignoring the blush that covered his cheeks as he thought of the idea of placing his lips onto the plastic ring, still warm from where yours had been only moments ago. You both were nearing your last straw — yours was threatening something completely different, though.

“Atsumu fucking Miya,” you huffed, “if you don’t take a puff of this inhaler I’m leaving you for your brother.”

Atsumu went stock still and silent. Every atom of his being was frozen in place, every brain cell buffering as it tried to process this new unforeseen outcome. There was no way you’d do something like that — not over an inhaler. But the determination in your eyes had him sweating harder than five full sets of a game.

“…You wouldn’t,” he breathed out, gravely.

“Try me,” you countered.

An apprehensive intake of air. A slightly quivering lip. Eyes that flickered from one side of the room to the other. Atsumu wasn’t sure how much longer he could take it — if he could take it anymore. He probably wouldn't have a problem faking being sick longer — he’d come up positive for a fever at this rate — but your stone gaze was unrelenting, and he felt his willpower draining. This would be the moment his games and tricks had consequences: he had to come clean.

“Let’s just take a moment to think about this,” Atsumu stated, hands out in front of him in surrender. “Just put the inhaler down. We can talk this out,” he added, his tone as if he were talking down an intruder holding a weapon to his head.

You gave him a hard look, but eventually complied. The device rolled limply across the bed, settling a few inches away. He let out a breath of relief, and moved to sit up straighter, while you pressed him with a stare.

“I may have… a confession.”

--

Several days had passed, and Atsumu had since overcome his “severe” cold. You were mad for a moment after the truth, but soon it became the funniest thing you’d heard all week. You spent plenty of time with him thereon out, but he eventually learned to stop asking what was so funny each time you’d randomly start giggling out of nowhere: he knew what it was.

Now he felt right as rain, standing in the kitchen humming to himself as he made a sandwich. You’d been tired this morning, so to let you sleep he handled what simple cooking he could. That is, until he heard the deathly moan behind him.

“Atsumu…”

He whipped around, worried he’d made the wrong decision, but that didn’t last long as he saw the ghostly figure wobbling towards him, eyes red and droopy and bedhead a mess.

“I don’t feel good…” you moped, sniffling as you rubbed itchy eyes. “I think these are the symptoms we talked about…”

He let out a huff of a laugh, ignoring your instant frown as he sauntered over to take you in his arms.

“Let's get ya to bed, then. I made breakfast, so go lay down.”

You peered around him, uncaving your face from his chest to look at the table.

“Sandwiches for breakfast? Really?” you said with a laugh. Atsumu wore an embarrassed smile, but at least a fraction of one had graced your grumpy, tired features.

“I think yer supposed to kiss the cook, not complain about ‘em.”

You pouted, but he laughed as you returned to him, warming your face against his chest and placing a weak, half-ass kiss against it, too tired to stand up on your toes.

“Is it at least egg salad or something?” you asked, and he turned you around to start walking you back to bed, hands on your shoulders.

“You put too much faith in me,” he said bleakly, and you let out a tiny giggle-cough, little smiles in between hacking up whatever gross stuff Atsumu had given you.

Soon, you were tucked into bed, covers tight and pillow fluffed, with Atsumu raking his hand through your hair.

“What do you want for lunch? I’ll make it for you,” he said, eyes glittering with pride. This time he’d be able to care for you, and he knew he’d do just as good of a job as you did him.

“Can I have some soup?”

His resolve cracked, the sparkle in his eyes going dull. There was no way he was going to feed you canned or boxed mix soup after you made it for him homemade just days ago.

“…I’ll call Osamu.”

You smiled, closing your eyes, and he left the room to let you rest. He’d just bring you the “breakfast-in-name-only” sandwich later with the soup.

As he paced around the couch, snatching his phone off the charger to call his brother, he made a pit stop at your bag. Digging through, he retrieved your inhaler — which had luckily been returned to its designated place after the commotion he caused. Grumbling about how he wanted to cook for you and show how he could be a cool, self-sufficient, caring boyfriend, he punched Osamu’s name into his phone and put the small medical device in his pocket.

He’d stay by your side until you got better, just like you did for him, and it’d stay by him the whole time for safekeeping, just in case.

by kenzie  cross-posted from my ao3

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[xaefanfictions]

Kuroo and Bokuto (seperate) with a witch crush

𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰; none!

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮: A Karasuno version is coming soon, though I doubt that anyone is gonna read this self-indulgent shit

𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸: Rises the Moon - Liana Flores 01:22 ━━━━●───── 02:41 ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

★彡[ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ]彡★

↪ Being a nerd, Kuroo likes hearing you talk about crystal and herbal magick. He could spend hours sitting there, on the rooftop, with you rambling about what his birthstone could be.

↪ He has trouble believing in your powers since he is more of a scientist, but he doesn't mind. It seems to make you happy, so who is he to tell you that you are wrong and that your beliefs are scientifically inaccurate?

↪ Besides, he is a curious man, and he has so much to discover with you and your art! He wouldn't want to shut you down and have you go back into your shell.

↪ Kuroo also buys you pretty stones and crystals as a gift. He is very good at memorizing what you tell him, hence why his gifts are always just the thing you need.

↪ Something he also really enjoys is having you meditate by his side while he studies for a test. He finds it calming, for some reason. He simply likes spending time with you like this.

↪ He adores listening to you rant about your craft, a lovestruck grin plastered on his face that you barely notice as you're concentrated on the topic at hand.

★彡[ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ᴋᴏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ]彡★

↪ When Bokuto learns that you are a witch, he asks you tons of questions. Does this mean you can fly on a broom? Aren't witches super old and ugly? If so, then why are you so cute and pretty? Are you secretly a thousand years old?? DO YOU EAT KIDS???

↪ As you may be able to tell, Bokuto's views on witches extend to what he has seen on tv and nothing else, so there's a lot of debunking for you to do.

↪ When you're done demystifying your beliefs, though, he is in complete and utter awe. He didn't know that such a cool thing existed!

↪ He absolutely loves participating in your craft if you let him. He takes your recommendations very seriously: he sleeps with a crystal under his pillow and has one on a necklace he wears all the time, he tries to meditate before his games (key word: tries), and drinks the tea you gave him before going to bed.

↪ He asks you to cast a good luck spell on him before each important game, and he even once asked you to bless every single volleyball in the gym to make sure he wins.

↪ He believes in your powers much more than anybody else, and he thinks that makes you even more unique in his eyes. He is eager to confess his undying love for you and hopefully tie his hand to yours one day.

[loving-august]

[ 11:39 p.m ]

Suna laid down on the bed, staring at the ceiling for almost how long. He then looked at you on your desk, focusing on the workloads you had. He mindlessly rolled on the bed until he reached the end of the bed and sat down on the corner. The sounds of your keyboard still click as your fingers are tapping it at a fast pace. He slowly stood up and went towards you, you immediately raised both of your hands as you stood up and yelled, “YES! FINALLY!”

What you didn’t notice was that you accidentally hit him on the face.

“Oh my god rin! Are you okay? Was it too painful?” you panicked, you went outside the room and grabbed a cloth and ice and went straight back to the room. You saw him sitting down, you sat beside him and cupped his face to look at where you hit him. 

It was bruised.

You actually didn’t mean to hit him, but it just did.

He looked at your face. Your eyes are almost too dry to function. Plus, the eye bags, “it’s okay, you don’t have to do this you know,” he said. You shook your head, “I hit you so it’s my job to make it feel better," you grumbled as you gently placed the iced cloth on his cheek. He can clearly see your eyelids are getting heavier as the time passes by. In a minute or so, you let go of the iced cloth and left it in the bathroom, you washed your face and went back to the room.

When you opened the door, He picked you up in  bridal style and placed you on the shared bed of you and him, “I can’t believe you are getting all worked out because you accidentally hit me when I was the one who is supposed to take care of you huh?” he landed a soft kiss on your cheek. You let out a snicker, “you know what happens when i get worked up too much,”

“I know baby, I know. Should I close your laptop after?”

“Yes please, i already saved them all, it just needs to be shut down,” you replied. He once again landed a soft kiss on your forehead this time and went to your desk and turned off the laptop. Then came back again on your side, with the lights all turned off. He pulled your body onto his, making him the big spoon.

⁷“When you wake up, I'll cook your favorite breakfast and pamper you all day, got that?”

You nuzzled on his chest and hummed in response, “mhmm, that sounds good. Thank you rin,”

“You're welcome, angel.”

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[chaepink]

You're pretty when you cry | sub!kageyama tobio

wc: 410+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, crying (obviously), begging, pegging, gn!reader (though the use of a strap is mentioned)

note : kudos to that one anon who gave me this idea

"Please please please please-"

"aww it seems like baby boy can't cum." You fake pout, watching as a sob wracks through his body. Kageyama rides your strap with alarming speed as you lay back on your elbows.

He's so so close. So close he can almost feel it. But he can't reach it. He knows he can't. Not without you.

Tears streak down his face as he looks at you with teary, pleading eyes, and oh do you love it when he cries. He's such a pretty crier and it made you want to ruin him just to see tears flow down his face.

"[Name] p-please I-I can't-" You coo at him and caress his cheek as another tear streaks his face. You brush away streaks of his hair that are sticking to his face. "You can't what, baby? go on, tell me."

He sniffs quietly as the jumping slows down. "I-i can't cum.." A blush spreads on his already red face as he looks away shyly. "not without you."

"What's that baby? Can't hear you, you gotta speak louder." He whines at you, knowing full well you heard it perfectly fine.

"i-i can't-" He pauses, seeing how innocently you're looking at him. It's all a facade, he knows that. He knows you want to see him beg for it. "J-Just... Just fuck me please.." A devilish grin makes its way onto your face. Finally, you cracked his bratty demeanor.

"There you go, baby. All you had to do was ask me and I would've helped you. But you had to act like a brat today, didn't you?" He nods his head quietly, pouting at you.

Grabbing his hips, you lift him up quite easily and slam him down, making a mewl leave him at the sudden pleasure. He curses silently as you set the pace to one that's quick, yet brutal. One that hit all the good spots within him. One that makes him scream at the pleasure to the point his throat is raw and his voice is almost gone.

Soon enough, he's begging for release, and tears brim his eyes. And they're almost about to fall.

"Go on baby. You look so so pretty when you cry."

And he does. He cries from the praise, the overwhelming pleasure he's feeling, and just because you urged him to. His eyes roll back and he sticks out his tongue for you. He looks absolutely divine like this; all red, teary, and dumb. All for you.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[rinsaint]

I need more of loser suna or any other hq character pleasee ur writing is amazing😩❤️

Loser! atsumu who is secretly a pervert :(( He stares under your skirts in class when you bend down to pick something up and gets hard at the sight. He thinks about pinning you against a wall and fucking you until the only word you know is his name. So when you tutor him after school, he can’t help but keep looking at the valley of your breasts, imagining his cock between it. And he gets hard and he’s so so embarrassed about it and when you point it out, you yell at him telling him how ‘You’re a fucking pervert, you nasty fuck.’ ‘You’re so fucking pathetic.’ And he remembers those words because later on he fists his cock to the thought of it.

Loser! bokuto who is not really a loser but people call him that cause he’s such a himbo. He’s such an airhead so it’s so easy to just use him :(( He thinks you’re with him because he’s actually a pretty decent guy but you’re only with him because the sex is so fucking good. He babbles into your neck as his cock fucks into your pussy. Moaning into your cunt as he eats you out like it’s his last meal, and he always ends up cumming in his pants :\\ And it’s like he’s a little puppy, always following you around not letting you go anywhere by yourself. And when you try to break up multiple times with him, he’s on the brink of crying but then he tries to make it up to you by having the most toe curling sex. Whining and crying for you not to leave him, babbling on about how he needs you.

Loser! kuroo who is such a huge virgin. He’s pretty sure everyone knew that. He’s the nerd of campus and everyone comes to him for help so their work or they just either bribe him with something so he can do it all. Kuroo knew who you were, you were the girl everyone wanted around campus. He will admit, you were so fucking pretty, so when you come up to him, the most known girl in campus asking him to help you with a project and in return you’ll take his virginity, he doesn’t decline it. Even though he would’ve done it for you anyways. And when the time does come, he cums alot and he can’t stop whining when you bounce up and down on his cock. Calling him such mean, degrading, names which has his cock bucking into your pussy.

[omiisangel]

it’s been a hot minute since I drew my fav ship 🥺

do not repost without permission

[mxonigirimiya]

Drifted

Character: Daichi Sawamura

Gn!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort (but mostly hurt)

Wc:2.5k

Warnings: reference to child being born, but not specified that it was the reader who gave birth (so whether or not the reader gave birth or had a surrogate is completely up to you.), Lovers to exes to friends??? to lovers. Ex Husband Daichi.

For @cirigiri​’s leaked files collab <3 you can find the other pieces here

Also pspspspsp @oikawas-milk-bread

The honeymoon phase, a term regarding the start of a new relationship where your partner's faults are so easy to ignore, lost in the glare of rose tinted glasses. You and Daichi were testament that the phase never had to end. It was the whirlwind romance between the captain and the team manager, and from the get-go you two looked at each other like the stars in the sky were in the palm of your hands. The phase lasted from high school, through college and through your actual honeymoon, and then you both welcomed your darling son Naoki into the world, and you both couldn't be happier. You remember Daichi actually crying upon holding him for the first time. Daichi took extra shifts to try and put money away for your kid. He knew you worked, but it would be nice for them to have something further down the line. 

That was something you admired about Daichi. His determination as well as the ability to put people before him. It came to a full head with him working overtime almost every day. Sometimes you would go to bed after staying up late, and wake up to his side of the bed undisturbed. You would get a message stating that he was staying late, so you had to put the food you cooked for him in the fridge, easily blending into the other plates that you put away. Your admiration for his determination slowly rotted into contempt. Naoki would often cry into the night, taking most of your sleep away, because it was only you at home to take care of all of his whims, no matter how late it was or how many times he cried you awake. One night, Daichi came home and you tiredly walked to him wanting to greet your husband, but he practically ignored you as he walked to the couch.

"'Chi," you called to him and he mumbled in response. "'Chi! Are you not going to even say hi?"

"Hi." His answer was curt. 

"'Chi. This is the first time you've been home in weeks, and that's all you can say? No 'I miss you'? No 'I'm sorry I've been gone for so long'?"

"I always text you that I'm sorry when I stay late." Annoyance seeped through his words. He was exhausted, and didn't want to argue right now. Besides, he always texted you that he was running late. Sure he could be better about when he’s not coming at all, but you had prior notice. Isn’t that enough?

"Yeah. Every day for the last several months. And then there’s nights that you don’t even come home. We've spent less than a day together in the last month. Naoki cries nightly and you're not there to hold him. I barely sleep because of how fussy he's been as of late. He misses you." Daichi sighed at your words.

"I can't just drop my shifts." You could clearly see his eyes roll as he spoke.

"They're optional. You're working overtime. In fact, I'm pretty sure how much you're working is illegal."

"Can you get off my case?" His words were a sharp rebuttal. He works so hard, and all he wanted was peace, could you not give him that right now? Did you really have to start a fight when all he wants to do is sleep?

"I'm sorry that I miss my fucking husband. It's like your job is your first spouse and I'm an afterthought. It's as if we weren't married at all, just roommates." 

"Maybe if we weren't married you would leave me the fuck alone!" You stared at him, and his eyes widened after realizing what he said. "Baby, I-"

"No. Save it. I'll sleep at my friend's house tonight." You stormed into your room and grabbed a duffel bag, stuffing some of your essentials as well as some for Naoki. "I'm taking Naoki with me because I doubt you even know how to take care of him." He couldn't even be mad, you had a point. He couldn't mix baby formula, let alone change a diaper. 

"Baby, please-" He stood up and walked towards you but you held up a hand.

"Stop! You don't want us to be married? Congrats. You're gonna get your fucking wish." You took Naoki as well as your bag and left, slamming the door, leaving a devastated Daichi sitting on the couch, head in hands. He fucked up big time, and he had a sinking feeling he couldn't fix this. 

Over the next couple days, you had numerous texts and missed calls from Daichi, with you having to silence your phone, and eventually blocking his number.  You decided the best course of action was moving into your friend's house, moving all of your stuff into her place in the middle of the day. It was a good thing you went while Daichi was on his regular patrol, because you weren't there to witness how his heart shattered when he saw all traces of you gone. The house felt cold and empty to him now, as if you leaving stole the sun out of the sky. 

Over the next year or so, you finalized your divorce, moving into your own apartment. It definitely was awkward to see him at any events held by your friends, who you had to reassure every time that you were okay to see him again. At Asahi's birthday party, he pulled you to the side.

"Look, I know you probably don't want to see me, but I want to have shared custody." You stared incredulously at him. 

"With your schedule?"

"I fixed it. You were right, I was overworking myself. I burnt the candle at both ends, and I should have seen it sooner. And I'm sorry. I don't expect you to take me back, but I want to at least show you that I'm doing and becoming better, if not for myself, for you and our son. And I would like to be more active in Naoki's life." Daichi looked like a kicked puppy as he spoke, and you sighed. 

"Fine. I'll get the paperwork started. But if I find out you're lying-"

"I'm not. I promise." He held his hand over his heart as he spoke.

"Okay then.” 

The day after the party, you called your lawyer and got the papers processed. Within a month, you and Daichi were trading Naoki every week. He would give you a slick one liner delivered with a smirk of his, and you would roll your eyes, but after a couple months your eye rolls came with a smile rather than a scowl, and on rare occasions a giggle or laugh. God Daichi felt his heart burst every time he heard you laugh. It was almost angelic, but soon after he was reminded that those laughs weren’t in his life as much as they used to. Every time the door closed and a physical barrier came between you too, it all but reminded him of the emotional barriers he helped create. Part of him wanted to ask to stay a little longer, but that was selfish. 

One night while he was out with Asahi and Sugawara, he saw you talking to some guy in a restaurant, and his blood ran cold. His friend's stopped to see what he was staring at, and the moment their eyes landed on you they immediately held him and coaxed him to leave with them. He couldn't get the image of you talking to him out of his head. The way the man's hands were on your arms, and the way you smiled and laughed at him, it all stung. But the smile he saw and the way you laughed, he knew those by heart like a language he was fluent in. He knew that that was the smile and laugh that you made when you wanted to leave but you only stayed out of politeness. Part of him wanted to storm in and save you from that date, but he knew he had no right. You weren't his partner anymore. You were single as far as he knew, and it was well within your right to date. Asahi and Suga tried to comfort him but he was inconsolable, and eventually he left early. 

Meanwhile, at the restaurant you couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching you. Everything about tonight was a bust. Your date was a pompous dick you would overshadow all of your accomplishments with his own. He always would only refer to you as a PILF even forgetting your name. You were so blocking his ass the moment you got home. At least your friend is watching Naoki right now.

After that night, Daichi gave you a small smile every time he saw you, the one he gave when he felt awkward and uncomfortable, so the both of you kept your conversation short and simple. It was like that for what felt like years but was really a couple months, until tonight.  Daichi was in his apartment and was just watching TV while one the phone with Suga. It was pouring out, so their plan to go out was washed out, just opting to stay in and hang out on the phone. The two of them were practically talking about nothing until Sugawara let it slip that you were on a shitty date the night before. Daichi was so lucky that Naoki was at his mother's. He quickly hung up and got up from his couch. He grabbed his jacket, as well as an umbrella, and threw on the first pair of rainboots, the rain pounding on his windows only seeming to become louder. He ran to your house, his umbrella breaking in the harsh winds, but that didn't stop him. He had to see you, he had to let you know how he felt before he lost any chance to get you back. It would kill him if you moved on without knowing how he still felt about you. He knocked on your door, dripping onto the floor. You would probably be upset about your doormat, but that’s the last of his concerns right now. Looking through the peephole, you see a Daichi looking like a wet dog, shivering from the cold. Instinctively, you opened the door and quickly ushered him in, pushing him to take a warm shower. 

“Sawamura, what the fuck! Did you not see the weather?” He winced at the use of his last name.

“My umbrella broke.”

“Even with an umbrella, you shouldn’t be going out in this unless you have to! And now look at you, you’re gonna catch a cold!” You couldn’t see his face, but he had a small smile, missing you fussing over him and your nagging. It showed him that you cared, and that you still do.

"What about my clothes," he asked as you were pushing him.

"I'll wash and dry them. And I have some of your old clothes." Daichi stopped dead at your words.

"You have my clothes still?"

"I wear them to bed. They're comfy," you mumbled. Daichi turned to face you, holding your shoulders. The glimpse you caught of his face before he bowed his head was one of heartbreak. You couldn’t help but stare in shock, but he couldn’t look at you at all, not with what he’s about to say.

"I can't do this anymore. Y/N. Please tell me that I have no chance of getting you back. Please tell me that you're out of love with me. I can't even entertain the idea of dating anyone but you. I'm still so in love with you, but I can't deal with knowing you're dating other people. So please. Reject me so I can move on." He sounded utterly broken as he spoke. 

"I can't tell you that." He lifted his head and stared at you in confusion.

"Why not?" You sighed after his question, and held his face in your hands. 

"Because. I still love you. I date others to try and move on, but it never works. I compare them to you every time and they always fall short. I don't know what this means moving forward but I'm ready to face it." He held your face after you spoke.

"It means we're still in love. It means that we can fix this. I can do better." You gave him a small smile, one that he could tell was genuine.

"We talk things out from now on. We don't take things out on each other. We listen and be considerate of each other." Your face was serious as you spoke, but he had a lovesick grin on his.

"I can't help but feel like these are pointed at me."

"They are." You both laugh at your words. 

"I deserve it." He smiles brightly and you smile just as bright before bringing your face close. "I don't know if I'm too fast, but can I kiss you?"

"Please." Your response was more desperate than you liked, and he kissed you like it was the last time he ever would. After a couple seconds, you broke the kiss and his lips followed yours for a second before just placing his forehead against yours. "Let's get you in the shower." He nodded and walked behind you as you led him into the bathroom. You left him to take a shower, and he left his clothes on the toilet lid, which you replaced with a shirt and shorts of his. You threw his clothes in the washer and busied yourself with cleaning until you heard him call your name. 

"What is it?"

"Where can I sleep?" You could only think of one place he should sleep. 

"Sleep in my bed with me. The body heat would be nice." He turned redder than a tomato and nodded, before you pulled him towards the bedroom. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, awestruck by every single part of you. You climbed into bed and he moved to you close once you both were settled under the covers. You played with his hair and next thing he knew it was morning. You were fast asleep, and he smiled at your slumbering figure before a sneezing fit overtook him. Unfortunately it woke you up, and he couldn’t help but apologize, although his voice was a lot more hoarse than usual. His voice felt like sandpaper as he spoke, and you immediately saw his discomfort and moved to check his forehead. Slightly warm but not feverish. You quickly got out of bed, and he tried to hold onto you, but he was too weak to move. 

"I'm making you tea and soup." He smiled weakly at your words.

"I love you. So much. I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness."

"I love you to 'Chi. And if you think you don’t deserve it, work to be someone that you think does." Your honeymoon phase may have been over, but your marriage is just starting all over again and you both knew you had the rest of your lives together, and that's the phase you were most excited for.

[remremmm]

I imagine being in a poly! relationship with Kuroo and Daichi..

Kuroo just off, ready to annoy the pompous neighbour next door with me helplessly dragged into his plan, only to be stopped by a—

*SMACK*

Daichi with his rolled up newspaper : that's enough- no messing with teru-san today— already got enough complains from him this week-

Kuroo, getting dragged by his collar : you're no fun, daichi—

Me, getting dragged as well : why meeeeeeee T T