#kiyoomi pretends he doesn’t watch them. but he does.

[eurydicees]

atsumu who gets a tik tok account and makes it everyone else’s problem. kiyoomi who downloads it for the sole purpose of blocking him.

[dyeher]

Includes| Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader x Sakusa Kiyoomi

Warnings| Exhibitionism, D/S Undertones, Overstimulation, Anal Sex.

Notes| @audrinui ❤️

sakusa finds you on your knees in the last shower stall, all the way at the end of the private showers. he’s disgusted. you’ve been stripped bare, a cloth- one he recognizes as his own- is stuffed into your mouth and muffles your sobs effectively. sakusa wonders briefly what the fuck is wrong with hajime. sure, they’d made a mistake but, this kind of punishment was a stretch. when did he even get the time to drag you in here? was it after the first set? why didn’t sakusa noticed that you’d left your seat?

it doesn’t actually matter now because, hajime has left instructions. five orgasms for you and two for sakusa, at least that’s what you inform him. he doesn’t want to know what happens if they don’t meet these requirements, so he nods his understanding and steps into the stall to close the glass door. sakusa watches you shift around to move your legs, so you were sitting on your ass and then he watches them fall open. sakusa scowls openly when he assesses that hajime has also left him presents.

you’re plugged up. both holes sport plugs, none of them are sakusa’s and the scowl deepens when you shift around and cum leaks out around the one in your pussy. does hajime really expect him to fuck you while you’re like this? you were filthy, sakusa didn’t even know how long you’d been like this. there’s the clearing of a throat outside and sakusa feels the hair on his arms and back raise. the devil himself.

“you have fifteen minutes before the rest of the team comes in here,” hajime says. “unless you want them to hear you two fucking, in which case, I have no objections.” sakusa doesn’t think about his actions after that, it was best he didn’t. he turns the shower on to drown out most sounds and drags you to your feet.

you cum the first time, against his fingers. he doesn’t remove the plugs just rubs gentle circles into your clit, whispers how badly he needs you to cum until you do, and the force dislodges the plug in your pussy and sakusa grimaces at the sight of cum running down your inner thighs. he turns you around, so your back is pressed against his damp chest. grinds into your ass and when you plead, beg: “please, please, fuck me, I’m a good girl, I’m a go-” he wraps long arms around you, to keep you upright as he fucks into you.

sakusa likes to tell himself that he’s disgusted by the way hajime’s cum acts as lube for him but, he’s not. some sick part of him loves it. loves that hajime has filled you up with his cum with sakusa in mind. an, I love you of sorts, using their pretty baby as the messenger.

sakusa gets you to orgasm number two before the first voices filter into the room. you’re on your knees again, his cock deep in your throat, too busy chasing his orgasm to even notice that hajime has joined you.

hajime thinks this is the worst form of punishment he’s ever dished out. yet, not an ounce of guilt lives in him. he watches with rapt attention as sakusa throws his head back and cums with a shout that hajime knows the others have heard.

“eh?” he hears atsumu first. “ye hear that shouyo-kun?” hajime frowns when hinata says he doesn’t. sakusa comes down from his high and hajime is impressed with how quickly his face can switch from pleasured to disgusted.

you turn to hajime too and hajime melts a little at the spit coated state of your lips, chin and neck, pretty, he thinks. he notes the plug in your ass is till intact and narrows his eyes at sakusa. “so, you want them to hear?”

sakusa doesn’t respond, elects to pretend that hajime isn’t there at all as he pulls you up to your feet once more. he turns you around and bends you toward hajime roughly. hajime catches you of course and kisses you gently while sakusa pulls the plug out of your ass. he chuckles against your lips when he hears the tch he’d come to love escape sakusa.

“you played so well bokuto-san!” shouyo’s overzealous voice comes closer and hajime watches in amusement as sakusa tenses. “your spikes were all blam! and wham!”

hajime kisses you again to muffle his laughter. you moan loudly when the plug slips free with a squelch and both men freeze because everyone outside goes quiet. hajime and sakusa lock eyes and sakusa gulps.

“eh? omi-kun?” atsumu calls out.

“ignore him,” hajime mouths at sakusa and sakusa listens, he grabs your waist to anchor himself as the head of his cock disappears into your ass.

“kiyoomi!” you wail and hajime’s palms twitch with the need to cover your mouth, but something about the way sakusa’s grip tightens on your waist as footsteps pad closer forces him to stay still. hajime swallows the wave of arousal that threatens to drown him when he realizes sakusa might…like this. like being caught or even seen.

“omi…omi-san has someone with him,” hinata tries to whisper and hajime grins when there’s a collective gasp. sakusa’s pace speeds up and hajime’s dick throbs. he rearranges you so that your hands press against the glass of the door behind him and the gasp repeats itself. hajime moves around to stand next to sakusa. he drags a palm down your spine, circles a finger around your puckered hole where it’s stretched to accommodate his girth.

kiyoomi’s hips stutter and you yelp stumbling further into the door until the side of your face is pressed into the glass. you’re too overstimulated to care about the fact that you’ve just exposed yourself to everyone outside.

“please get back to what you’re doing,” ushijima’s voice sounds shaky, even hajime can hear it but, he doesn’t care. his eyes are glued to the way sakusa’s cock is disappearing into you, displacing the cum he’d left there earlier.

“you like this?” hajime asks. he turns to stare into hooded eyes. he runs one rough palm up sakusa’s chest, taking his time to tweak at his nipples. saksua can’t stop the moan that escapes him and hajime chuckles when no sound comes from outside. he reaches his free hand back to your head and lifts you off the glass only to press you forward again. this time your entire chest is pressed against it, nipples dragging against the surface with every one of sakusa’s thrusts.

“please, please, please,” you’re babbling hajime hadn’t even realized before. “please, please, wanna cum ‘yoomi, haji wanna cum.” hajime wraps a hand around your body and with a gentle flick of his fingers against your clit you’re unravelling. you let out a scream into the bathroom and it’s accompanied by sakusa’s breathless panting of your name as he cums too. hajime holds you up with an arm, pulling you away from the glass door so that he can slide it open.

sakusa’s eyes are closed as he empties into your ass so, he can’t see the faces of his slack jawed teammates or hajime’s satisfied grin.

“omi-kun,” atsumu whispers. “yer so pretty when you cum.”

hajime hums his agreement and slides the door shut when sakusa’s eyes finally reopen. you’re limp in their arms and hajime watches sakusa come to terms with what just happened as he cleans you up. ushijima manages to herd everyone away from your stall but, not before muttering something about inappropriate things at the three of you.

“you liked it,” hajime says, matter-of-factly. “you really liked it.”

“I think he did,” you agree, as hajime massages sakusa’s shampoo into your hair.

sakusa goes to glare at him but, the sight of hajime under the spray of the water dries his mouth.

“we can finish this when we get home,” hajime continues and sakusa’s mouth opens to object, and only when hajime smacks you on the ass when you giggle at his reaction, does he realize he’s been baited.

“yes,” he acquiesces. “I did.”

[satantica]

favorite haikyu boys’ body parts of yours

your hands

he envies them. he envies that your hands touch you more than he does but this man goes absolutely crazy about the way they move, the way they grip your face when you’re trying to concentrate, the way they fix your clothes before you two are headed to a date, the way they gently caress him when he has something on the cheek, the way they play with his hair when you’re riding back in taxi.

he lives for the moments before the match when he holds your hands in his as they touch his forehead.

when he sees you nervously squeezing your hands, he would kiss them all over fondly stroking them. he loves holding your hands, feeling that you’re next to him not going anywhere. he loses his mind when you sleepily touch his abs while resting on his shoulder. he can’t focus on anything but the feeling of your hand on his body. he’s afraid that you will go lower and he will lose control. but fortunately you move your hand to his chest as he adorably covers your hand with his and embraces you with his free arm.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI, yamaguchi tadashi, AKAASHI KEIJI, sugawara koushi, ukai keishin, TSUKISHIMA KEI, kita shisuke, OIKAWA TOORU

your thighs

if he could choose his cause of death it definitely would be your thighs around his neck. he really couldn’t think of a hotter thing on Earth. and if you’re wearing shorts, lord, have mercy on this man. he can’t help himself but stare at them as long as you don’t see him do it. and if you ultimately catch him he would embarrassingly look away pretending to be busy. but the cutest thing is that he will take revenge on you. in the morning as you two sit at the table eating breakfast, he would mindlessly hold your thigh and stroke it as he continues scrolling through his phone. knowing that you’re blushing really hard and the feeling of your thigh really turm him on. and later through the day he does everything to distract himself from the thought of how good your thighs would look on his face.

kenma kozume, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, osamu miya, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, tsukishima kei, SAWAMURA DAICHI, iwaizumi hajime, BOKUTO KOUTAROU

your hips

the first (not to say his favorite) thing he does in the morning is watching you do breakfast for you two, walking towards you and shamelessly grabbing your hips, pulling you closer to him. as your resist and trying to escape to finish the food, he squeezes your hips harder, feeling your whole body in his full control. he leans over, kisses your cheek and whispers that you are his favorite meal. you laugh and try to continue cooking but this freak keeps holding your hips as his head rests on your shoulder. when you say that breakfast is ready he doesn’t let you go but twists your hips making you turn around and pinning you to the counter. he grins and then whines that he doesn’t want to leave you today for work. when you two finally have eaten, you leave with a bit jiggly walk, he watches you admiring your body and thinking of these hips bouncing on him later tonight.

SUNA RINTAROU, nishinoya yuu, KUROO TETSUROU, tendou satori, TERUSHIMA YUUJI, tanaka ryuunosuke, ATSUMU MIYA, yamamoto taketora, matsukawa issei, UKAI KEISHIN, oikawa tooru

your waist and tummy

it’s his safe space. he denies to sleep on a pillow - only your stomach. you found it weird at first but now you love the warmth of his head resting on you. when you move him to the pillow he whines and refuses to let you go. he holds your tummy and when you turn to the side he embraces your waist and climbing closer to you. he loves going out with you holding your waist effortlessly telling everyone who you belong to. when you two find a quiet place he will turn to you and kiss you slowly while moving his one hand from you waist to your back. when you return home and wash your hands he grabs your tummy with his hand and the other holds you leg. he kisses your neck as his hand trying to explore every inch of your stomach.

kentaro kyotani, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, iwaizumi hajime, HINATA SHOYO, azumane asahi, lev haiba, TENDOU SATORI, TERUSHIMA YUUJI, atsumu miya, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, ushijima wakatoshi , AKAASHI KEIJI

[flyingwargle]

“hi, coach foster! hope you don’t mind if i stay and watch!”

komori sticks his head out from behind sakusa with a wave. the jackals gather to exchange pleasantries, and komori and inunaki exchange jazz hands. they step aside when foster approaches, pleasant as always. “it’s nice to see you, motoya. we’re quite far from shizuoka.”

“we’re in the area for some practice games and today is our rest day,” komori answers. “kiyo told me you welcome all friends and family to the gym.”

foster glances at his players, the number of them whistling innocently increasing in number. “i might not be your coach, but as a coach, i’m obligated to tell you to rest if it’s a rest day.”

“i’ll just watch! pretend i’m not here.”

“all right, kiyoomi, get him settled?”

sakusa nods. he leads komori to the bench, gestures for him to sit. “you should’ve just waited for me after practice.”

“i showed you ejp’s gym, so i wanted to see yours!”

“they all look the same.”

“the walls are a different color.”

“they’re the team’s colors.”

“omi-kun!” miya calls out. “we’re gonna start!”

sakusa doesn’t acknowledge him but takes a step toward the court. “if you want to leave, tell one of the assistant coaches to walk you out.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” komori chirps, crossing his ankles and leaning against the wall. “i’ll be the over-enthusiastic cousin that you wish i was.”

“are you already not?” sakusa rolls his eyes, pivoting around. “i’ll be back.”

“have fun!”

true to his word, he cheers after every spike his cousin makes, extending his enthusiasm to every spike, block, receive, or serve that the jackals make. sakusa glances at him every so often, and komori reciprocates with an exaggerated thumbs-up, which earns him a disgruntled look every time.

they haven’t practiced together since university, and even then, they were on different teams. komori isn’t necessarily a nostalgic person, but he does miss their idyllic high school days, when they’d practice receives before and after class, work in tandem to pick up serves, laugh and gossip about their teammates on the way home. they still do that, although over text and the occasional call, or with alcohol at an izakaya whenever one or the other visits. but what komori misses most is having his cousin’s back, to be the reason why he can spike without hesitation.

practice ends, and the jackals move toward the locker room. komori bounces up to sakusa, in mid-conversation with inunaki, sticking his head in. “wanna play a bit together?”

“you shouldn’t be playing-“ sakusa tries to say.

“it won’t be for here! when’ll be the next time we can play casually together?”

“momo-kun wants a game?” miya butts in. “ya might as well. practically everyone who visits play.”

inunaki laughs, turning his heel. “well, you guys enjoy. i’ll see you tomorrow–“

“if you don’t mind, could you join us?” komori asks. “as a favor for another libero?”

he blinks, surprised, but nods. hinata and bokuto joins them as well, and they split into two teams of three: the cousins with miya against the three jackals. “lend me your kneepads, kiyo,” komori calls out as he warms up. “i know you have extras in your locker.” sakusa rolls his eyes, but dutifully fetches them, along with an elbow brace.

hinata serves, which komori receives. sakusa makes his approach, komori falling in line behind him. miya sets; with bokuto blocking the cross, sakusa goes for a straight, which goes to inunaki, who sends it back in the air. “nice, wan-san!” hinata calls. “bokuto-san!”

komori watches. miya and sakusa seal the straight, and komori positions himself for the cross. bokuto jumps, landing one of his sharp cut shots. komori dives but misses by mere centimeters.

a hand reaches out toward him. komori pulls himself up, fire radiating in his cousin’s eyes. he grins back, equally enthused.

of course, won’t be for long turns into a full set with each rally longer than the last, thanks to the liberoes’ exceptional work. any time sakusa is blocked, komori is there to follow, sliding across the floor with practiced ease. any time miya gets first touch, komori sets from the back row, sakusa landing each one. they pull ahead and win, the cousins’ high-five echoing throughout the gym.

“that was fun!” komori says, as they head for the locker room. “we haven’t played like that in years.”

sakusa nods. “well, the next time we play is when there’s a net between us,” komori adds, sitting down to slide his elbow and kneepads off, and stealing sakusa’s towel. “it reminded me of high school.”

another nod. komori steals his deodorant too, still the same brand that iizuna had recommended to him from back in the day. he watches sakusa collect his toiletries and shower bag, hesitating for a moment before he says, “thanks.”

“any time, little cousin, but for what?”

he doesn’t elaborate, just heads for the shower room. komori stares after him, jumping when inunaki places a hand on his shoulder. “i still have a lot to learn from you, huh?”

“shion-san?” he whirls around in confusion.

“sakusa doesn’t take that many risks when i’m behind him, but with you, i think i saw a different side of him.” inunaki’s smile is slight. “i hope he’ll reach that level of trust with me, one day.”

he walks off, whistling. komori thinks back, realization dawning on him. thanks. for watching since they were kids, initially together as a familial obligation, then as teammates, an ace in the air with his libero at his back. for teaching him trust, to know that he can overcome any block because someone will catch him if he falls. for encouraging him forward, to reach greater heights, to have a companion through it all.

you’re welcome, komori thinks, leaning back on his hands with a smile. and thank you too, for following along.

[augustinewrites]

Sakusa Kiyoomi likes to think he’s a decently smart man.

He’d completed his undergrad with honours, whilst also being active in the collegiate league— where he was even voted MVP. Sure he could be blunt with his words, but he didn’t do things impulsively or without careful thought. Like his plays in a match, everything he did in life was done strategically, deliberately, and consciously.

Which is why he shocks even himself when he approaches Miya Atsumu after practice, and says the four words he’d never thought he’d say:

“I need your advice.”

The gym falls silent. Everyone is staring at him.

Atsumu blinks. Hinata raises his brows. Bokuto freezes with his water bottle halfway to his mouth. Even Meian looks a little thrown.

“Hah?” Atsumu breaks the silence, pointing at his chest. “Me?”

Sakusa’s knee bounces impatiently. He doesn’t enjoy being in the center of attention like this. “I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

“I mean, yea—” The setter’s voice is strained, and he pauses to clear his throat a few times. “—yeah. It's just, ya don’t usually ask me for advice, Omi. Ya don’t really ask for anything, actually, unless it’s ta ask me to shut up or stop doing somethin’.”

Oh, he’s dreading this so much already. “You’re right. I don’t think I should take advice from someone who sleeps on sheets with the thread count of a paper towel.”

That seems to snap Atsumu out of it, because he’s suddenly bouncing with excitement. “Wait, c’mon! I wanna help ya!”

Sakusa nods his head to the side, leading Atsumu a little away from where the group is doing their cool down stretches. He’s about to open his mouth when someone approaches in his peripheral.

“Are you guys okay?”

Of course it’s you.

“Yeah,” Atsumu answers before he can be told to shut up. “Omi-omi was about to ask—”

He jabs his elbow into the setter’s gut before he can finish his sentence. “We’re fine. Just chatting.”

You look a little confused, but nod anyway. “Okay. Sakusa, how is your wrist doing?”

“It’s good,” he tells you, truthfully. “It’s less sore after practices thanks to the extra stretches you recommended.”

You hum, scribbling something onto your clipboard before tucking it under your arm, pulling a fresh pair of gloves from your pocket and slipping them on before holding your hands out to him. “May I?”

He rests his hand in yours without hesitation, pointedly ignoring Atsumu, whose bewildered gaze bounces between the two of you.

(Sakusa knows that he’s going to say something stupid.)

He watches intently as you slowly rotate and flex his wrist, smiling a little when he catches the cute way your eyebrows furrow when you concentrate. “No discomfort or strain?”

“No.”

“Not even in your shorts?” Atsumu cuts in, not even trying to stifle his snicker.

(There it is.)

The stupid just can’t help but come out, and now Sakusa wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole almost as much as he wants to punch Atsumu in the face.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” you say with an awkward chuckle, releasing his hand to take a few more notes. (Sakusa thinks one of your best qualities is your ability to ignore Atsumu’s antics, which is a blessing given the current situation.) “Everything seems good, so I’m going to go check on Bokuto. Apparently his back has been a little tight.”

Atsumu nudges him as you walk away, making a noise that Sakusa thinks is a squeal. “That’s what you want my advice for, huh? You have a crush on—”

“Atsumu,” he mutters. “You’re too loud.”

He doesn’t lower his voice. Does he not realize that they’re in a gymnasium that echoes? “But you have a crush on—”

“Shut. Up.”

“A crush on—”

“Stop it.”

His teammate huffs pitifully, crossing his arms over his chest in a terribly childlike manner, then leans in to whisper shout in a single breath,

“You have a crush on our physiotherapist!” He looks like a six year old that’s been told Santa’s left presents under the tree. “Woo! Bokkun owes me and Hinata meat buns!”

Sakusa runs a hand down his face, groaning. Of course the idiots knew. “Yes, okay? I like her in a way that I initially assumed was platonic, but recently learned…was not.”

He’d never really known why Wednesday practices were his favourite. But now he knows it’s because you’re here, checking in and following up on he and his teams wellbeing. With your sweet smile and gentle touch.

His wrist had stopped hurting two weeks ago, but he’d been telling you otherwise in the hopes that he might one day have the courage to ask you out.

Which is where Miya Atsumu comes in.

He regrets this so much. He would have preferred to confide with Meian, maybe Inunaki, but it was no secret that Atsumu had the most success with women.

With a personality like his, he surely had to have an impeccable courting process.

Atsumu claps a hand on his shoulder. “And you came to me for sex advice, right? Smart choice! It’s okay if ya can’t always get it up right away, Omi. Sometimes ya just need to dive into the spank bank for a sec—”

“W— what?” He sputters, face suddenly hot. “No! I don’t have…performance issues.” (That he knows of.) “I just— I need to know how— I want —”

“Want what? Help askin’ her out?”

“Yes,” he breathes, relieved that he doesn’t actually have to ask.

“That’s it? Man, I thought it’d be more exciting than that.” Atsumu scratches his head, shrugging. “I dunno, maybe just…ask?”

“Yes," he sighs impatiently. "But how?”

“Just ask! Have ya never asked someone out?”

Sakusa doesn’t answer. Google might have been more help.

Atsumu shakes his head a few times, muttering something incoherent that he’s sure is an insult. “Alright. Just go up to her, flex your muscles a bit, and give her your best line. Something like, ‘Can I take your temperature? ‘Cause you look hot today.’ And flash her a million yen smile.”

Sakusa pauses, considering this. “Is your courting ritual straight out of a shoujo manga?”

_____

You’re in the process of packing away athletic tape and foam rollers, chatting amicably with Hinata when he suddenly greets someone behind you. A quick glance over your shoulder reveals Sakusa, who is shuffling over to you with all the awkwardness of a shy teen.

You quickly stuff the last of the equipment into your bag, swiping your hands across your track pants before hauling yourself to your feet. “Hey, is everything okay?”

Sakusa hesitates, briefly glancing at Hinata. The single look is probably the most taciturn way you’d ever seen someone been told to ‘go away.’

Hinata gets the hint, scurrying off and for some reason shooting you a thumbs up behind his teammate’s back.

Sakusa briefly glances at your face. Then he stares at your shoes, the ceiling, the wall. He looks...stiff. Almost like he’s--

“Are you flexing?”

“No.”

You give an experimental poke to his bicep, which is, yup, rigid. “I studied visual anatomy and physiology, I think I know when a person’s flexing. What’s going on? Why are you flexing?”

A few feet away, you think you see Atsumu smack his forehead.

Sakusa’s body relaxes, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I wanted to ask you…” he opens and closes his mouth a few times, heaving a sigh before looking at you expectantly. “That’s all.”

Your brows furrow. “You didn’t finish your sentence, nothing came out of your mouth.”

He looks extremely pained for some reason. “Can I take your temp--”

Atsumu is suddenly at your guys’ side, grinning. “Omi-omi has a huge, giant crush on you. Will you please go out with him so he can stop faking wrist pain to talk to ya?” He smacks Sakusa on the side of the head when he tries to argue (a move you think he’s going to regret). “Shut it, scrub, we’ve been on the receiving end those nasty spikes the past few practices. Your wrist is fine.”

You turn to Sakusa, cheeks aflame and heart stuttering in your chest. “Is that...is that true?”

“I like you,” he says bluntly, but his tone is soft with a shyness that’s unfamiliar to him. His tall form is hunched, nervous as he awaits your response.

You smile, placing a quick kiss to his flushed cheek. “Then I'd love for you to take me to lunch.”

[elysianslove]

haikyuu boys that ━━

━━ would absolutely, definitely, 100% get nauseous, dizzy, possibly might faint, while their s/o is in labor. one peak and they’re doubling over the hospital bed, inhaling deeply and exhaling sharply, steeling themselves. some are surprising, some are expected. all are stupid.

iwaizumi hajime; he just cannot. he cannot fathom what is happening. there is no way you’re going through that and surviving. no wonder you’re screaming in pain. of course you’re screaming in pain. he takes one look at what’s going on and just immediately takes a step back, eyebrows raised and hand pressed to his chest like “my god.” he’s an 8/10 though because he is incredibly supportive and those arms are great to grab onto. will not complain for a second (is strangely way too quiet), but he’s worryingly pale. maybe he’s quiet cause if he speaks he’ll throw up. 

miya atsumu; he’s this close to screaming. or crying. possibly both. he can’t tell if he’s scared in general or scared for you or if he’s hurting seeing you hurting. in fact, no one can tell. he just looks like he’s watching an alien abduction happen right before his eyes. like a 6/10 because he probably does actually faint. it’s almost as if he’s the one in labor. and he’s the annoying kind of supportive that makes you want to smack him like shut the fuck up i’m pushing a whole child out of me right now. but his reactions are extremely endearing and hilarious to watch back because he most definitely insisted on filming. 

akaashi keiji; the silent struggler. really doesn’t wanna make it obvious at all. like he really, really, really doesn’t want you knowing that he’s uncomfortable in any way, but he’s like, sweating from how nauseous he is. a big part of it is hating seeing you in pain; he cringes every time you so much as groan or pant. 7/10 because he’s incredibly supportive but his hands are way too clammy :/ like fr get a grip keiji. again, supportive, but his voice is shaky so it’s like, really ineffective. he cries when he sees his baby and it automatically makes him an 11/10.

sakusa kiyoomi; absolute coward. pussy. it’s not about hygiene, he’s just genuinely mortified. keeps asking you’re okay like,,, what do you think, sir? he keeps looking even though every time he does it doesn’t get any better? question mark? you can see him visibly gulping cause he’s in so much shock. like a 5/10 because he forgets to hold your hand. just stands there. eyes wide and mouth parted like a dumb fish. chokes back on his sobs when he hears his baby’s cries and it’s adorable how he brings his hand up to silence himself so maybe he’s a 7/10.

goshiki tsutomu; please he probably has a panic attack mid labor. definitely screams with you and all the nurses and the doctor are like ???? holds your hand tighter than you’re holding his. apologizes the whole time. the whole time. like the doctor asked him if he wants to see what’s happening, which idk why they would consider that a smart idea, and he just wailed like, “baby i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry, can we just adopt?” a 3/10. he’s so cute but. bring someone else if you don’t want to rip your hair out and his. 

kageyama tobio; he absolutely tries to pretend that he’s okay but he just gets really, really quiet once you start delivering and his lips are chapped and his pupils are blown and his face is so pale. he looks like he just got off of a really bad rollercoaster. he’s not even holding your hand you’re just hanging onto an unmoving, lifeless limb. maybe 6/10, cause he could be better in the supportive department but, at least he was quietly panicking. he does have a mini panic attack once his baby is in his arms though. like just starts hyperventilating. it’s okay though! it’s actually kind of cute <3

lev haiba; actually faints. not probably. he actually faints. like all 6′5 of him just drops onto the floor by your bed and you’re like ,,, damn, guess i’m doing this alone then. he wakes up and the first thing he sees is your baby crowning and he just faints again pls. someone has to be there with you, just like to help him to you. he cannot stand straight at all, he’s leaning on the bed the whole time. 5/10 because it genuinely makes you laugh it kind of makes the pain bearable. they have to get a chair in case he just falls back cause he’s just so dizzy pls.

━━ would be so fucking annoying. who the hell let them in this room? why did you agree to this? how are you going to raise a child with them? regrets. so many regrets. 

tanaka ryūnosuke; he’s like annoyingly scared. shut up and calm down for a minute i’m trying to birth your child here. swears so much like “holy shit holy shit that’s a big baby.” like pls you’re trying to push it out of you and he has the audacity to say shit like that? treats it like it’s some sort of volleyball match like he cheers whenever the doctor praises you. maybe a 5/10 cause he’s just annoying, but it’s motivating in a way. accepts any insult you throw at him too, like he’s so on board with it. “yes, i’m absolutely a piece of shit— what do you mean you’re not getting anywhere near my dick babe wait.”

bokuto kōtarō; listen :( you don’t want to think he’s annoying but he lowkey is. he’s trying his hardest to make this an easier experience for you but you just need him to be a little quieter. like this hurts bo, calm down please. you want to match his energy but it’s literally physically impossible. he’s an 8/10 though because you doubt it’d have been possible to go through it without him. bokuto’s incredibly ripped too so he lets you hang onto him and he holds you tightly too, like grips your hands and legs so strong that it’s v physically supportive too. 

kozume kenma; he’s so. quiet. like say something kozume. say anything. he’s just wincing and cringing. 4/10 cause where’s the emotion. lets you hold his hand, like wow you should be honored. insults you back if you insult him???? like what’s that about???? when he sees his baby he does like, sharply intake a breath or whatever cause he doesn’t want to cry but he’s really struggling not to, which is kind of cute you guess. films the whole thing and does like a peace sign with a very nonchalant face but he has a filter on and the filter scans your face too except you’re like screaming. actually a 3/10. 

sugawara kōshi; he’s incredibly supportive yes, but mans will be laughing at you. laughing. at you. probably films you and is like properly giggling and laughing boisterously. is so unfazed by anything and everything he sees. he would so easily be a 10/10 but he becomes a -1/10 just cause he’s an ass. definitely like is breathless and is so mind-blown when he sees his baby. just in awe and in shock that he laughs like, “we made that holy crap.” good to have in the delivery room because he does make the atmosphere easier and more lighthearted, but,,, at what cost? your sanity’s. 

suna rintarō; the amount of times you wanted to punch him you cannot count on your ten fingers. makes some sex joke about how you’re so stretched out. you literally want to deck him. films the birthing process and makes you watch the video when you’re not even done delivering the baby? cause he’s insane i guess? justifies it as “this is a reminder of how strong you are,” like shut up with your bullshit. it’s kinda smart tho cause you can pull this on your kid later but still. he’s so fucking annoying. if you hold his hand too hard he’ll be like “it can’t be that bad stop being such a baby,” and the baby is delivered like an hour early out of spite. a 6/10 tho cause somehow you love him and decided to have a baby with him. 

ushijima wakatoshi; pt.2 to say fucking something??? he’s mostly quiet cause he doesn’t really know what to say, and cause he’s never seen you in this much pain and it’s kind of shocking him. he’s not scared though, cause it’s like, a natural process of human life and the life cycle and all that stuff, he’s just like. taking time to process it. lets you hold his hand though. also if you wanna like give up halfway through he’s annoyingly angry with you like “no. you can’t just give up halfway. stop being a coward.” like why don’t you give it a try toshi??? a 5/10. could do better. 

terushima yuuji; so hyperactive that it’s infuriating. doesn’t even hold your hand, he just stands back and observes and like cheers. literally will jump every time you push, like what the fuck, my love? makes really weird comments like “what does it feel like? does it feel like you’re pooping?” like???? it feels like i’m being torn in half yu :D a 4/10 only cause when you ask if you can slap him he wholeheartedly agrees and the doctor cannot hold their laugh back. also definitely plays like the chika dance and makes the nurses do it with him. probably films a tiktok too. you’re going to kill him after. 

oikawa tōru; he’s trying so hard to be supportive and your backbone but he’s just so jittery and nervous. he’s not going to faint or get nauseous, but he literally cannot stay still. he’s so anxious it’s making you anxious. his hands are shaking when they grip yours, but honestly, completely unbiased of course, an 8/10, cause it really is so endearing. like he’s breathlessly and exasperatingly praising you and you can tell he’s near tears just gasping back sobs so ,,, maybe he’s not that annoying. but he is. he is annoying. a little. 

━━ would be the best of the best. perfectly supportive. a lovely anchor. not too quiet, not too chatty. is so soft and gentle with you. you fall in love with them all over again. 

miya osamu; definitely a 10/10. husband material. he has a cloth that’s just patting away at your sweat. kisses your hand and knuckles. soothingly rubs at your thighs. tells you you’re doing great, that it’ll all be worth it. kisses your forehead. grins at you halfway through when you need that extra motivation. literally all the nurses and the doctor are swooning over him. he’s very nervous deep down but he won’t show it, not for a moment, for your sake. 10/10. can’t stress this enough. 

kita shinsuke; another king! so soft with you when you feel like giving up. just speaks to you in hushed tones like, “you’ve come this far, lovely. you can’t back out now. think of all the happy moments we’ll get to share just a few hours from now.” and you’re like “alright i’m sold.” completely unfazed by anything he sees. okay maybe a little fazed but he just kisses your forehead after sneaking a peak and tells you you’re doing wonderfully. 100000/10. imagine him as the father of your children???? like literally who else would you want????

aran ojiro; wow another inarizaki i sense a trend. except atsumu he’s a pussy. cheers you on quietly, holds onto your legs, breathes with you, smooths your hair back, literally just an angel. if you take a small break he just spends it quietly talking with you to get your mind off the pain. his knuckles are just caressing your jaw and cheek softly till you’ve calmed down. 10/10 obviously. he’s just the right amount of loud supportive and quiet supportive. kisses you full on the mouth when he first hears his baby’s cries and can’t stop thanking you. literally wtf he’s so cute.

kuroo tetsurō; he’s actually surprisingly very serious when you’re delivering the baby. he’s cracking jokes and all before to try and get you less nervous but it’s actually because he’s freaking out. he’s mostly quiet, just holding onto your hand as tightly as you’re gripping his. he holds his breath every time you push. keeps whispering i love you and pressing kisses to your temple. a 9/10 cause he’s so quiet it’s a little scary but he cannot hold back his tears when he sees his baby. kisses you all over your face after. 

satori tendō; very emotional. like so emotional. he’s teary eyed the whole time, just thanking you even if you hadn’t given birth yet. it makes the nurses cry too cause it’s so lovely to see him get so visibly affected by this. he’s just whispering thank you’s and i promise not to let you down ever and i promise to love you forever and you’re pretty sure he’s speaking to the baby you’re birthing at this point. 9/10 cause he made you cry :( no but really he’s a 10/10. super loving, keeps asking you if you’re okay, if you need water, need to hold his hand, anything. angel, fr. 

matsukawa issei; relatively surprising as well because you expected him to be more than just annoying, but he’s just. in awe. he’s so amazed by how much you’re going through, and he just stores it in the back of his brain. literally thanks you for the next 50 years to come. laughs endearingly with you to lighten the mood. 9/10. a point is deducted because he jokingly said that now you’ll be able to take his dick really easily. a nurse choked in shock pls. gets real close after to whisper i love you so that only you can hear. he’s just a dream <3

━━ would not let you move an inch after giving birth. all the work is on them for the next 5 years. 

all of them. not a single one is left out in this one. they’re annoying but ,,, they all love very strongly <3

end note; listen idk what this is. i had a vision where iwaizumi could not handle his s/o giving birth and the thought was actually so sweet to me, just the nurses laughing at him and he’s just breathing deeply to try and not throw up and then. this happened. anyways. this helped put me in a better mood so i hope it does/did for anyone else too! 

[tetsvhoe]

lksjdfdsf hi i wanted to request the hickey prank on atsumu suna and sakusa (you can add or take awaay chars. haha) anyways yeah just some ansgt to fluff cause im a hoe for that...have a goo day

HICKEY PRANK ON THE BOYS

character/s: miya atsumu x f!reader ; sakusa kiyoomi x f!reader ; suna rintaro x f!reader

genre/s: fluff a teeny bit of humor

warning/s: mentions of cheating, but that’s not the case of course

gwen’s notes 🤍: hi anon i couldn’t turn this scenario angsty bUT I DID GET A VERY ANGSTY IDEA FROM IT i will link it here when i post it. for the mean time enjoy these not proofread scenarios which turned out much longer than expected! <3 it's 3:34am hshdaads

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miya atsumu religiously posts thirst traps on his personal and sometimes msby’s tiktok account. he even goes as far as getting some of the posts taken down because of “inappropriate content”. he is on the loop of dance trends‒he learns them diligently because sakusa can’t stand him when he does‒and popular songs to lip sync and transition to. but he has no idea of the several other sides of tiktok to exist so when you decide to pull a prank on him, similar to what you saw on your for you page, you don’t have to worry about him knowing about it. while atsumu is in the shower you busy yourself with setting the whole thing up; you conjure up a bit of makeup along the side of your neck dipping down to the plump of your breast and a bit of acting. your phone is propped on the desk facing the bed when he finally exits the shower and inevitably crawls on top of you to cuddle. a few minutes pass and he still doesn’t notice the “hickeys” on your neck which he most definitely did not put there. impatient, you push him off of you and crane your neck to the side, pretending to reach for something. you hold back a grin when you feel him tense up beside you. “what the fuck is that,” he screeches, not bothering to filter the tone of his voice and hide the deep frown on his face. you feign a panicked response, hands coming up to pull the neckline of your shirt higher but atsumu catches your wrist. “i didn’t put that there,” he announces, sounding angrier and more serious. you bite your lip as you try and fail to hide the smile forming. you suddenly feel bad and think that if he did something similar to you, you’d be pretty upset. atsumu takes offence in your giddy behavior in the middle of a serious matter. “this isn’t funny, what is that?” you decide to play along a little more, though you’re quite literally giggling in between your reply. “i don’t know what you’re talking about, baby. you put those there.” he frees your wrist and glares at you intensely. he pushes himself off the bed and you barely catch his arm, pulling him back. “i need some air, leave me a‒” “tsum, baby it’s a prank. i’m sorry!” he stops in his tracks and peers at you with a skeptical look. “see, it’s just makeup. i’m sorry it was a stupid prank.” a small pout appears on his lips as he inches closer to examine the marks and you frantically wipe it off, “see?” he breathes a heavy sigh of relief and collapses onto your lap. you weave your fingers delicately through his blonde hair, continuing to apologize. “please don’t do that to me ever again i was about to lose it,” he mumbled, words muffled as he refused to bring his face up. you hug him tightly and kiss the crown of his head. “i’m so sorry my love, i would never cheat on you.” “you better not.” “it was a little bit funny though.” “not one bit.” you chuckle and litter his faces with more kisses until he feels better.

sakusa kiyoomi acts like he is too good for tiktok but watches them on instagram reels nonetheless. he particularly enjoys those satisfying restocking and cleaning videos and nothing else. he tells you he “tolerates” those kinds of videos but would never be caught dead indulging in other tiktoks so you again, don’t have to worry about him knowing the prank. sakusa is usually serious and reserved. you’re curious as to how he would react to seeing hickeys on your skin, knowing damn well it’s the first time you’ll be seeing each other after a week because of away games. he’s supposed to pick you up so you could have a fancy dinner date together and maybe go on a little night drive afterwards. you look stunning as always; silk black dress cascades down your body beautifully and dainty pieces of jewelry ties it off nicely. you style your hair loosely and put on your usual makeup plus the hickeys. you hear him pull up in the driveway so you hurriedly slip on your shoes. one last look in the mirror, you fluff your hair and fixed it so that it was “covering” the reddish-purple marks. you climb onto the passenger seat, tossing your purse aside. sakusa fidgets with some coins in the compartment while you get settled. “what time is our reservation again?” you reach over to strap yourself in and sakusa finally looks at you. he was originally going to compliment you on how you look, mesmerized when he first saw you walk out the door, but something else catches his attention. the air inside the car completely thickens, but you remain acting indifferently. “seven fifteen,” you answer his previous question nonchalantly. sakusa stares at you like you’ve sprouted a second head. he’s completely frozen in place and eyes glued to the markings on your delicate skin. “we should probably get going‒” “get out.” you blink back at him, nearly bursting into laughter when you mumble, “what?” he shifts his entire body away from you and stares directly at the road in front, one hand on the steering wheel. you note the death grip he has on it that makes his knuckles go pale. “get out,” he growls again and you can’t keep up any longer. you try to hold his arm but recoils so hard from you. “i’m not kidding, get out.” “omi, it’s just a prank. i’m so sorry.” you rummage through your purse for the makeup wipes you packed but you hear the car doors click unlock. “don’t omi me, i don’t care if it’s a prank, get out.” he gives you an incredulous side eye as you wipe it off, a pout forming on his lips. you snuggle your head against his side and he finally locks the door again and drives away with a bit of an attitude. “i’m sorry omi. you know i would never,” you coo. he only rolls his eyes and mumbles, “whatever,” but you can clearly tell how relieved he is and you feel just a little bit bad.

suna rintaro is always pulling all kinds of different shit. you decide it’s time for a change of pace when you come across a certain tiktok. though suna lurks on tiktok, you assumed the algorithm wouldn’t show him the prank you have in mind since he despises seeing couples on his for you page with a burning passion. you see his comments saying “aww cute. blocked and reported.” even on his teammates and friends’ posts, no one is safe. 4pm couldn’t come by any faster. you’ve been looking forward to it all day since this is the first time you’re going get back at him finally. you set your phone across the couch where you sat and waited for him in his hoodie. you eagerly invite him over to the couch when you hear the front door unlock and offer to choose some fast food to be delivered. you inch your neck close to his face as you hover over your phone but to no avail. you’re growing more and more impatient, not knowing how to show it to him without making it seem so obvious. you manage to put in your order but suna still hasn’t said anything about it so you pull the hoodie over your head as a last resort. he cocks an eyebrow questioningly and you shrug. “it was getting warm,” you reason to which he simply nods. you chew on your lip in anticipation when he falls quiet. “it’s patchy by the way,” he comments, eyes not leaving his phone. “what?” “your hickey. it could use a little bit more blending.” your mouth hangs open in disbelief, grabbing a throw pillow to smack him in the face but he cuts you off before you could. “and that camera placement was amateur,” he grins, pointing to where you set your phone down. “rin, you little shit!” you shriek, jumping at him as you both break into a fit of laughter. he dodges your attacks until he holds grasp of both your hands and pulls you down onto his chest, entrapping you in his arms. “nice try though, better luck next time,” he teases before kissing your forehead sweetly.

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[joyaphoria]

hq boys finding your suicide memo

characters : tanaka, kuroo, sakusa

warnings: tw:suicide; angst to comfort

note: request for this ask! before anyone comes for my head, the tw’s are above, wether you choose to read them or not, it’s on you.

© 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢

TANAKA believes it’s an accident. more so, he just refuses to think about it, or to ask you about it, for that matter. but it itches at him, and he feels as though not saying anything would be irresponsible. considering the amount of time he spent reading it through yesterday, over and over, he’s too far in to pretend like nothing happened. the day you planned to take your life had already passed, since last week, but if anything, it made him more anxious. does that mean you could be gone at any given time? he doesn’t trust you on your own, so he calls for you to come over. you’re smiling and laughing when you do, pointing out flaws in the movie you’re watching. tanaka isn’t though. he’s watching you, observing you. “ryu,” you wave your hand in front of his face. “you okay?” you ask. he shakes his head. “are you okay?” he repeats your question, and you furrow your brows. “what? ryu, why wouldn’t i be-” “i found your memo.” he whispers, so faintly, secretly hoping that you won’t hear him. hoping that he was just imagining it. but you suck in a sharp inhale, and sit back as the couch swallows you whole. his fears confirmed, tanaka drags a hand down his face. “y/n, why didn’t you talk to me?” he speaks slowly, because yelling would simply be ineffective. “because i was scared.” you reply, your voice so tiny and quiet, that tanaka almost hates himself for bringing it up — but it doesn’t matter. it’s not about him right now, so he sits and listens. he listens, and he understands.

KUROO believes it’s a joke. maybe a prank. you were in the middle of a prank war with him after all, and considering the fact that you were planning to “commit” today — as stated in the memo — it must’ve been a prank. so he waits for you to come home from work, wasting away on your phone. you’re later than usual but he still hears your keys in the lock, so it’s whatever. it isn’t until you walk in though, face tear stained and eyes puffy, that he realizes that the memo he found on your phone may not have been a prank. “kitten, what’s wrong?” he gets up and makes his way over, pulling you against his chest. “i just had a breakdown because work is really stressful.” you reply, pulling away. you’re avoiding his gaze, suddenly taking interest in the carpet. ask her, he pleads with himself. he knows he has to, but he can’t. maybe he’s afraid that it’s true, maybe he’s afraid that you were probably moments from doing what you described in the memo, and he wouldn’t have done anything, because he really believed that it was a prank. “i found the memo, kitten.” he says, a sad smile forming on his face. “is that what you’re crying about?” and your facade crumbles, as your eyes widen in fear. “i-i’m sorry, tetsu.” you whimper, body going stiff as he pulls you into an embrace. “i couldn’t do it, i’m so sorry..” you sniffle. “god, kitten, no.” he whispers, tears welling in his own eyes. “don’t be sorry, just talk to me, please.”

SAKUSA was terrified. halfway across the world in a hotel room that was paid in full by the team, he had realized that he brought your laptop instead of his — but that’s fine, he’d just use it to watch netflix instead. with the full intent to do just that, he types in the password, and ends up staring wide eyed at the memo that was left open on the desktop. the date was planned for today, and kiyoomi starts to shake. he doesn’t hesitate to dial your number, fingers drumming impatiently as it rings. you don’t pick up. he calls again, this time putting it on speaker so that he can send you messages, begging you to pick up for phone, and asking to confim your whereabouts. but you dont pick up, and you don’t respond. tears well in kiyoomi’s eyes at the possibility of what could’ve happened, but he brushes them away and calls again. on the third ring, you answer, your voice soft but shakey as you breath, “kiyoomi?” and sakusa breaks. his lips pucker together to refuse the whimpers sound, as he wipes furiously at his face. “y/n, what is that memo you have open on your laptop?” the line is quiet, and sakusa wipes at another handful of silent tears that make their way down his face. “i’m sorry you had to see that, omi.” you whisper, but kiyoomi can hear it. you’ve been crying. he’s angry at himself for not seeing this earlier, but even halfway across the world, he’s determined to make this right. “y/n, i need you tell me everything. from the beginning, please.”

[kaijime]

she’s all yours

includes. virgin!sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, bokuto koutarou, hinata shoyo

cw. fem reader, fivesome, virginity loss [not yours], fingering, oral [receiving and giving], nipple play, vaginal penetration, size kink, degradation, voyeourism, squirting, masturbation, breeding kink, creampie, cumflation

wc. 1.9k

a/n. thought of this idea last minute so this is probably gonna be a late birthday for mr. omi

“c’mon omi, have a taste” this position is embarrassing, to say the least. arms pinned above you with the help of bokuto and hinata, who hold your legs up in the air and position your pussy close to kiyoomi’s face. “our pretty lil manager has made a mess in her panties, just for you” atsumu taunts.

atsumu doesn’t hesitate to rip off your underwear and move his fingers across your folds. you squirm in your place, still suspended in the air with the two males holding your arms and legs open, putting on such a good show for sakusa, who’s knelt down close to your cunt. “she’s so sensitive, if ya press here” he uses his fingers to press on your clit, making you jolt and gasp at the contact. “she’ll be such a good girl for you”

sakusa puts his hand on your inner thigh, surprised at the little gasp you let slip past your lips. “omi-” you whine, sensitive thighs trembling under the grip they had on you. he does as atsumu suggested and toyed with the little sensitive nub, watching as you thrashed your legs in ecstasy, finally getting the attention you’d been longing since they suggested the idea.

unexperienced fingers played with your clit, your folds, and gathered up your dripping slick. he puts them in his mouth, savoring your taste like a starved man. “fuck” he groaned under his breath, breathy moans approaching your heat, making you buck your hips forward in hopes for some much needed relief.

his lips finally suck on your clit, tongue rolling circles around the nub and prompting another jolt from your body. he lets his muscle wander over you, lewd slurping sounds echoing in the almost silent room from between your thighs.

“fuck, she tastes so good” he revels in the sweetness of your cunt, his eyes glistening and asking for more without use of words. he unexpectedly leans in and slips his tongue past your folds and into your tight hole, watching how you arch your back against bokuto and hinata’s chest. they let one of your legs drop onto kiyoomi’s shoulder, giving him a better angle to eat you out and make you squirm.

“k-kiyo-! fuck!” you can’t even pronounce his whole name without cutting off.

“you should use your fingers on her” atsumu suggests, sitting up from his place in a chair where he was already palming himself through his pants.

“i already did” kiyoomi is quick to point at your clit, motioning at how he pressed on the nub. atsumu comes a little closer and swipes his fingers across your lips, spreading you with two of his fingers.

“no, like this” he slips a finger inside and curls it, hitting the spot that made your vision blue and left your mouth agape. “see, she likes it even more”

“oh” sakusa exclaims in embarrassment , comprehending what he said as atsumu took his fingers out of your clenching hole, just to be replaced with sakusa’s. “slowly, let her get used to you” atsumu says in an ordering tone.

you’re so lost from the pleasure, you throw your head back to be met with bokuto’s needy gaze on your face, your fucked our expression made this so much harder for him. “focus on him, princess” bokuto mumbles close to your ear.

“k-kiyoomi!” you squeal, feeling a second finger slip into your little hole.

“she can do something even better,” atsumu says “that right?” he asks, nudging his head towards you. as if on command, you nod your head eagerly.

“wanna suck you off omi, take you all in my mouth, please?” you beg. he looks up from his place between your thighs and nods, looking at bokuto and hinata so they would let you go. sakusa sits against the headboard of the bed, clearly nervous with how much he fiddled with his fingers.

you crawl up the bed until you reach his crotch, taking off his belt, his pants, his briefs, until his cock slaps against his tummy. it’s pretty, standing tall with a slight curve to the left and a pink tip. you moan a small fuck under your breath when you finally take in his size. he’s big. too big, you wonder if he’ll even fit.

you act on impulse, slowly wrapping your hand around it and sliding it up and down, watching the precum drip out at the mere contact.

“m-mmh!” he tries to muffle his moans, tries to save himself from the embarrassment since his teammates are here watching, but he wonders how long he could keep up, and how long he could last before he made a mess of himself.

you give the tip a kitten lick, slowly eyeing him up from his happy trail, to his chest, to his face. he’s so fucked out, holding on by a thread because all he wants to do is slam your face down his cock. you wrap your lips around the tip, paying special attention to it after receiving such a cute reaction from him. he’s clearly struggling, holding the back of your head as an alternative to the rough things he wants to do to you right now.

“fuck- can i?” he asks, ashamed to use you like a toy after you’ve been such a good girl.

“‘course you can” atsumu chimes in, using his fist on his cock, pretending it was him you were teasing with that pretty mouth. “she’s all yours”

sakusa wastes no time slamming your head close to the base of his cock, grunting at the feeling of your throat and your tongue swirling around him.

the best part is when you hollow out your cheeks around him, it’s such a pretty sight, specially when you look up at him like that when you bob your head.

“you can cum in her mouth” atsumu assures, as if you’re not even there, you’re just a toy for them to use. “she won’t mind, will ya?”

you shake your head, simultaneously humming a small mm-mm that drove him over the edge. the vibrations sent shivers up his spine, and gave him the last thing he needed to release down your throat.

“mmf-fuck” his toes point and his grip on your head tightens, shoving you down as far as he can while bucking his hips into your mouth. a steady stream of cum fills your mouth, and you do your best to swallow, but a tiny bit sneaks past and runs down the side of your cheeks.

he finally finished, letting go of you and giving you the chance to gasp for air. it took a few minutes to regain your breath, but when you did, you immediately crawled and sat on his lap, your warm cunt on his cock made him shoot up from his place on the bed.

“wh-what are you-?”

“c’mon omi, you already prepped me enough, don’t you wanna put it in?” you ask. the question was so tentative, yes, but he still couldn’t bring himself to give you an answer. instead, he cleans up the bit of his cum on the corner of your lip, and you lean into his touch. could it be that you’re desperate for him too? “it’s your birthday, after all”

with that, he slowly lifts your hips and flips you around to have you on your back, laid down on the bed for him to see and admire. your pretty tits, still covered by the pink lacy bra. he grabbed the cups and slid them down, just enough so he could marvel at them, leaning down to lick and suck at them.

“please- omi!” you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to your sex and signaling you couldn’t wait anymore. “want you i-inside” you stutter.

he lines himself up with your hole, slapping the head against your clit a few times before pushing in slowly, inch by inch, making you squirm in your place. his groans are so pretty, his deep voice sounded so nice when he made such a lewd sound. “does it hurt?” he asks, worried.

“n-no, ‘s just big” you feel a pair of hands capture your own, pinning them above you once again and other hands play with your tits, squeezing and twisting your nipples, just enough to send waves of pleasure soaring through your body. “ah!”

“shh” bokuto comforts you, “be quiet” you do your best to stop your whines, but a few of them still manage to get past your lips. “good girl” hinata says, using his free hand to pet your hair.

kiyoomi slides out, almost completely and slams back inside, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt. he knew it would be tight, but he didn’t think it would be that tight. “fuck- it’s so good” he groans.

“touch her clit again omi, it’ll make her feel good too” sakusa does as instructed and uses his thumb to rub at your clit. you buck your hips under his touch, kicking and squealing at the pleasure. “try calling her mean names, like a slut”

“dirty fucking slut” he says, as if he’d been holding back and atsumu just gave him permission. “gonna cum?”

he ruts his hips against yours, animalistic pace while searching for his high. you throw your head back, gasping for air when he presses your knees close to your body and folds you into a mating press. “yeah- oh! ‘m gonna cum... gonna make a m-mess” you moan. being starved off your orgasm for so long made you so sensitive and receptive to everything he did.

“m-mess?” sakusa repeats, he’s too focused on his own pleasure to know what you’re saying, barely able to process a few of your words.

“she’s gonna squirt” atsumu tells, still using his fist to get off on the lewd scene in front of him. “dumb little baby’s gonna make a mess all over his cock, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

“y-yes! yes, omi... wanna cum, please l-let me cum” you whine while sakusa changes the position again, putting one of your legs over his shoulder and holding the other one down, getting a much better angle, reaching deeper in your tight heat.

“do it, cum for me” he says, feeling your juices spray against his hips and soak the sheets. he swipes his fingers on your clit, watching as it prompted more slick to squirt out of your sensitive cunt.

“a-ah! fuck kiyoomi- kiyoomi!” you squeal, getting overstimulated from his harsh pace to your abused pussy, hitting your cervix with each thrust. the pain mixed with the stimulation left you panting and gasping for air, wishing he’d just finish.

“oh! i’m gonna cum, gonna cum!” he exclaims. “fuck, can i come inside?” he asks you.

“yeah! please omi, come i-inside, breed me!” you whine, suddenly feeling a spurt of creamy white on your cheek, presumably from atsumu, but you were too fucked out to find out. sakusa stills inside your cunt and shudders heavy breaths while he fills you up with the warmth of his seed.

“s-so much omi” you tell him, feeling as he keeps shooting cum into your womb, leaving a small bump in your tummy when he pulls out. he puts his hand on the bump, slowly pressing down and watching it spurt out of your gaping hole.

“so pretty” he says in awe, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs and forming a pool beneath your ass, turns him on so much, just as much as seeing how atsumu flips your body towards him, legs hanging on the edge of the bed while he lines himself up with your cum filled hole.

he’s grateful the night has just started.

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[newronantic]

HAIKYUU!! FICS

so this is mostly gonna be for myself to keep track of my favorite fics i’ve read, but hey if anyone else wants to check some of these out then thats great

MHA one is up!!

ill keep updating this as i read more, feel free to send me suggestions!

KageHina

plain as day - emleewrites

In which Hinata has spent the better part of the last twenty years putting his heart and soul into volleyball, hoping to be recognised, to be noticed. And yet he spends all these years also thinking of himself as rather plain, beyond his lack of height and bright hair, and not really noticeable at all.

In Transit - Mysecretfanmoments

Hinata finds that he likes standing close to Kageyama on buses and trains. It doesn't mean anything--probably. Maybe.

I like the way your clothes smell - Mysecretfanmoments

Power outages, ghost stories, and the presence of a certain orange-haired boy lead to bad decision-making on Tobio's part. He'd planned to keep his crush a secret; the universe has other plans.

Chaotic Neutral - akaraka

Who's this Kageyama person on twitter and is he gay?

1: Anonymous: see title

2: Anonymous: curry king

3: Anonymous >> 1: It's the curry king, obviously. Have you been using his memes this whole time without knowing who he was?

4: Anonymous: 1) Hinata Shouyou's boyfriend 2) See above

jellyfish - mysterytwin

At the beginning of his last year at Karasuno High School, Hinata Shouyou starts a list and calls it THINGS TO DO BEFORE GRADUATION, all with high hopes that he’ll be able to complete it before his time runs out.

TsukkiYama

Try This On For Size - CloudMonsta

A lot changed for Yamaguchi Tadashi over the course of high school. He started trying on dresses, for one.

The Great Yamaguchi-Tsukishima Split (Capitalization Necessary) - WyYeuw

"But no, the current situation isn’t normal. This situation requires the full attention of the team.

No, what’s really concerning this time around, is that Yamaguchi is the one ignoring Tsukishima.”

Yamaguchi confesses. Tsukishima fucks up—like, really fucks up. The volleyball club notices and loses a week’s worth of practice.

IwaOi

Terrarium - sausaged

He's practically a professional at being proactive (lies, lies, and lies when it comes to Iwaizumi).

At this point, is he really happy with just staying best friends forever? Will he be writing journals and collecting rocks forever (he will, he knows, but that is aside from the point)?

Can he really tag his Instagram photos with #YOLO if he doesn't actually put that phrase into practice?

A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.

They Say it Rain Diamonds on Jupiter - exsao

"You're in love with him."

Hajime considers denying it. He considers deliberately choking on his drink to express surprise, to create a distraction by spitting onto the man in front of him's pristine white shirt and causing a commotion. Instead, he swallows his mouthful of soda and heaves a small sigh once his mouth is free.

"Yeah," he says instead.

He's never been good at lying, anyway.

bait and switch - Stylographic_Blue_Rhapsody

Oikawa's university volleyball team knows he's in a long-distance relationship with someone from high school. They imagine a sweet-faced girl that matches his sarcasm with patience. They are so incredibly wrong.

my heart is where it’s always been - foreverautumn

Iwaizumi places his phone down carefully.

Oikawa. Pining after someone. There’s no way.

(Iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t care who Oikawa might have feelings for, but within the span of three days, it’s somehow the only thing he can think about.)

KuroKen

Beautiful People Will Ruin Your Life - todxrxki

Kuroo Tetsurou runs a private Twitter account where he's constantly tweeting about how desperately in love he is with Kozume Kenma. Little does he know that Kenma sees all the tweets and keeps referencing the account in an attempt to get Kuroo to confess to him. / Or, five times Kuroo didn't notice Kenma hinting about his private Twitter account, and one time he finally did.

the things that get caught in the valves of his heart - ghostpot

Emotional competency is not exactly Kuroo's strong suit. Kenma finds it quite amusing.

Accidentally In Love - todxrxki

Kuroo frowns, but then slowly, the corners of his mouth lift up into a smirk. "Well, if it's so unbelievable, why don't we give it a try?"

Kenma glances up at him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Let's do the 36 questions to fall in love," Kuroo says, still smirking stupidly. "If we don't fall in love, then you're right, it's bullshit. But if we do somehow..." Kuroo waggles his eyebrows. "Then I win." / Kuroo decides he and Kenma should do the 36 questions to fall in love as a joke, but they both start to realize they might actually be in love already.

the galaxy is endless (i thought we were, too) - cosmogony

TW: major character death

Kuroken AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you appear on your skin when you turn 16, and how Kenma and Kuroo learn what this means over the course of their lives

even if you’re ahead for a bit, i will catch up - ghostpot

Kuroo first confesses when they're sticky-fingered, wide-eyed kids, and subsequently every day after that. Kenma takes a while to come around.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

teach me the way home - icespyders

“Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because —

because — I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.”

Kuroo and Kenma grow up in transit.

in this universe - crossbelladonna

Living with Kuroo is sometimes, just like this. It always feels surreal like he's living half a world and a lot of things rush by too quickly. Kenma feels like he'd watched him come and go in a blink, eyes wide and wordless as the shared space went snug in an instant and far larger in the next.

All this, and a glass of water.

Beginning’s End - todxrxki

Somehow over the course of Kenma's lifetime, he’s never really had an opportunity to miss Kuroo. He’s always been there. Even when they went to different schools, Kuroo would meet him afterwards so they could walk home together, shoulders brushing, Kuroo occasionally taking the opportunity to guide him when his nose was buried in the newest video game. The thought of Kuroo not being there anymore is uncomfortable, to say the least. / Kozume Kenma's third year and the changes the year brings in himself and his relationship with Kuroo Tetsurou.

All I Want for Christmas is You - todxrxki

“Kuro,” he says. “You’re a single guy.”

“Yeah, great, thanks for pointing that out.”

“And my parents already know you, plus they already know you like guys or whatever so… what if you pretended to be my date for Christmas dinner?” / In which Kenma recruits his housemate and best friend Kuroo to be his fake date for Christmas.

BokuAka

just to miss the sun - rosevtea

Everything begins to implode when MSBY Jackals outside hitter Bokuto Koutarou crashes Akaashi's livestream.

Operation BokuAka - kazzydolyn

After spending two whole years watching Bokuto and Akaashi pine for one another, the rest of the Fukuroudani Volleyball Club has had enough. When everyone meets up for a reunion dinner, the team decides to play matchmaker and finally get the two of them together. Unfortunately, their plan starts to fall apart when they discover that Akaashi is already dating someone. And apparently so is Bokuto. What a strange coincidence.

bitter - silvercistern

He accepted his classmate's chocolates gracefully, then declared his lack of interest with as much dignity as he could muster. She deserved the courtesy. At least she'd acknowledged that Valentine's Day was all about her, and not about him in the slightest.

Because if any of these girls had taken the time to actually get to know him, they’d quickly realize something even more important than his lack of interest in girls.

And that was that Akaashi hated sweets.

In Another Life - LittleLuxray

TW: major character death

Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.

The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write.

120% yes - pissedofsandwich

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Kissing Ace - karasunovolleygays

It happens right after training camp.

Akaashi Keiji has a secret he has guarded since he was a child. He won’t go so far as to call it a fear, but more of an aspect of himself of which he is horribly mortified. No one on the team knows about it, and Akaashi does his best to keep it that way.

But years of dodging hugs and casual contact come to naught in the blink of an eye and the swipe of a hand.

daisy rings and frivolous things (i am deliriously in love with you) - gabstar

Akaashi Keiji is in love. Bokuto Koutarou is a star. Everyone on Fukurodani has a gambling problem.

SakuAtsu

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets - isaksara (syailendra)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

A Liar’s Truth - internetpistol

In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?

[bellesowl]

tell me you love me

- multiple characters

⤷ sakusa, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo

genre: fluff ; established relationships

synopsis: haikyuu boys and their love languages

word count: 1.5k total <3

warnings: very very small mention of bullies and season 4 spoilers in atsumu’s, i curse a lil

- a/n: one last fluff hc before february ends! i just wanted to do something short & sweet but then it evolved into this as always atsumu’s is too long. oh and ai (@/ luvnami) has a post very similar to tsumu’s so make sure to check it out too! kuroo’s is a sort of prequel to this post too. finally, are we surprised at my choice of characters to write at this point?

- sakusa kiyoomi

his love language is physical touch

PHEWW i know y’all weren’t expecting this

but let me explain myself

i abhor the fact that people think sakusa would detest touching his partner & that he wouldn’t act completely touch starved

so obviously, even getting him to talk to you was a whole quest and a half in and of itself but once he gets comfortable around you?

especially enough that he willingly spends time with you as your boyfriend?

you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be completely cuddled up to you 24/7

“kiyooo” you sigh, “baby, you have practice right?”

he shakes his head, trying to trick you into spending more time with him, but by now you have his practice schedule memorized.

“c’mon, c’mon, up we go” you gently shove him off you and he pouts, “as much as i would love to stay like this forever, we both know you can’t be late to practice- especially with nationals right around the corner.” you grab his hand and lead him towards the gym.

“well maybe if you became a manager like i suggested, i would be more inclined to go to practice because i wouldn’t have to choose between my favorite things- you and volleyball.” he says with a pointed look in your direction.

you both stop in front of the gym and turn to face each other. “maybe if you do well enough at nationals, you might come back next year with a new manager, huh?” you unhook his mask and give him a slight peck. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay babe?”

he pulls you in for a slightly longer kiss, “i was thinking more like tonight after practice, okay my love?”

you nod and shove him into the gym, where the smile on his face fades back into his signature scowl. you laugh slightly, he never will change, will he?

- miya atsumu

his love language is words of affirmation

i think this one was pretty obvious, but along with this is definitely physical touch

i mean we all know that tsumu is known for being clingy as hell but it’s cute so it’s fine

but words of affirmation- like we saw in s4, he was constantly left out, tbh borderline bullied by the other kids

sure, he always acted like it didn’t matter but that hurts, especially in middle school.

so having someone tell him they love him, that he’s great & all (at something other than volleyball), and that he’s enough? he’ll follow you to the moon and back.

as karasuno’s cheering section continues to roar with delight and the crows are on the brink of tears on the court, you can’t seem to take your eyes off a certain setter. you watch as he stands there, almost in denial. come on tsumu, you’re fine love, you think, silently cheering him on. you watch as he says something to the karasuno duo, and you smile slightly when he begins to argue with his brother.

as they line up, you stay a moment to make sure the goddamn cheering squad doesn’t say anything rude to the team who just poured their hearts out on that court. satisfied with their applause, you make your way down to the court. you wait for them to finish their team meeting before approaching your boyfriend.

“tsumu!” you yell, hoping to grab his attention. his head whips toward you and his smile widens.

“baby!!! you came!” he runs up to you with a grin but you realize his eyes aren’t lighting up the way they usually do.

“of course i did,” you scoff, “you think i’d miss this?” you grab his arm and drag him over to kita. “kita-san, i hope you don’t mind me stealing atsumu for the rest of the day?” he shakes his head and waves you off. your eyes lock for a single moment, but you receive the message loud and clear. take care of him, will you? you nod slightly before dragging your boyfriend out of the stadium.

the drive to your hotel was silent, the music keeping it from becoming awkward. the walk to your hotel room was slightly worse. you finally enter and force him to sit on the bed.

“babe, i- what?” he asks, confused and slightly flustered.

“nothing like that you idiot.” you slap him lightly on the head. “just wanna talk ‘s all.”

he avoids your gaze but you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “hey” you smile, “how do you feel, my love?”

by this point, he looks to be on the verge of tears. you pull him into your chest and he finally breaks down.

“you deserve so much better than a loser like me, doll. much much better than someone who practices all day and all night and still couldn’t manage to bring his team past their first day- a complete and utter failure.” he sobs lightly. you shush him and run your hands through his hair.

“ ‘mu, you know you’re so much more than that, right?” you ask softly. he opens his mouth to interrupt but you continue, “you have a natural talent for this sport, and a drive and ambition unlike anyone i know. you’re the absolute best boyfriend, and a good brother. you’ve learned to care for your teammates, and they’ve learned to love you for you, not just your skills. you’ve grown so much as a person that no one can call you a failure- ever. and if they do, send them to me.” you crack your knuckles and finish with a wink.

he chuckled lightly and pulls away from you. “i love ya, you know? i really don’t know what i did to be able to get a partner as perfect as you.” he ends with a kiss.

- ushijima wakatoshi

his love language is gifts

okay his is specifically giving gifts

not even extravagant gifts, just small knickknacks he sees that reminds him of u

he knows he isn’t the best with his words, so he tries to make up for it with these trinkets

you enter the gym and your eyes immediately lock on your boyfriend. you see tendou nudge him and point over in your direction, and you smile at the way his eyes soften. you walk over to the bench and give him a small kiss.

“hey toshi” you say with a smile, “i hope you don’t mind me coming over to watch you.”

“of course not, my love. your presence is a very welcome distraction” he answers, his eyes lighting up as he remembered something, “actually, it is very convenient timing.”

he pulls something out of his bag and hands it to you. he watches the way your eyes light up at the keychain and explains, “i remembered that you wanted something for us to match,” he pulls out a matching keychain, the lighter side of the yin and yang symbol, “so i got us this. i assumed you would want the darker side? unless i assumed wrong and you wish to switch?”

you kiss him once more, “it’s perfect, tosh, thank you.” you reply with a bright smile, the joy in your eyes evident. you kiss him a final time before gently nudging him back to the court, “i’ll be here, miracle boy.” you say, amusement and love shining in your eyes.

as wakatoshi walks back toward his best friend, he realizes that he’d do anything to make sure you look at him like that for the rest of your lives.

- kuroo tetsurou

his love language is quality time

okay so i hc kuroo as someone who wants to be with you 24/7

like while doing hw he would be facetiming you, walks you to classes, wants you to watch practice & brings you home after, etc.

he does this because it makes him feel like he’s knowing everything there is to know about you. he wants to understand each and every side to you cause he knows it will only make him love you more.

“babyyy” kuroo whined, “are you done yet?”

you sighed and answered, “like the last 5 times you asked, no. if you want to go to the party that bad, then you can go ahead. i’ll try to catch up.”

he scoffed, “and have to suffer without you? no thanks.”

“they’re your friends.” you deadpanned, irritation evident in your eyes.

“okay, but you’re much more interesting- easier on the eyes too.” he winked, “and besides, i’m going to have to stare at their ugly faces for a week.”

“and you’ll miss me” you chimed in.

he nodded, “and i’ll miss you. which is why you should just come with me to the training camp. just, i don’t know, pretend to be a manager? please?” he pleaded.

“you’ll be fine without me for a week, you idiot.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“it will be a week of hell.” he stated, “which is why i want to spend as much time as i can with you before i have to leave. and if that means sitting here while you do your homework, then so be it.”

[peakgenko]

Songs the Haikyuu boys would slow dance with you to...

CW; suggestive sexual themes

N/A, my heart nutted while writing this tbh

not proofread!!

© All content belongs to damnihateithere.

Kei Tsukishima

Dream A Little Dream of Me- The Mamas & The Papas

I don’t even know how i made this connection but i feel like tsukishima hums a lot of old songs and so this would be one of them

Or slow dancing in the dark by joji. it’s his favourite song. because of you.

Yuu Nishinoya

So Good At Being in Trouble- Unknown Mortal Orchestra

You’d rock back and fourth with him slowly while his lips press against the back of your hand— his eyes staring intently while he hums the lyrics

Shoyo Hinata

I’m Yours- Jason Mraz

So it’s not really something you can slow dance to but this is definitely his song for you. He sings this to you in the showers, during pillow talk, or drum the rhythm with his fingers against a Tupperware when he’s cooking something for you.

He’ll pull you in by the waist and nuzzle his head up against your back with a grin.

At this point it’s his favourite song because it always gets him in the mood. But that’s only because he thinks of you when he hums it.

Rintarō Suna

Versace On The Floor- Bruno Mars

OMG

okay so I imagine the two of you on some dance floor. Like at a club. I head canon that he’s good at dancing. Effortlessly too.

The music stops and and they choose a slow song to end the evening

You’re wearing a dress that cuts off mid thigh. And he’s in a little suit. His blazers loose and his collared shirt is buttoned down since it got a little heated in the midst of sweaty bodies practically grinding up against eachother

Underneath the red and purple spotlights, specks of iridescent lights from the disco ball hanging from the ceiling arrange themselves on your faces.

He’s singing the lyrics wholeheartedly with a fox like grin while his hands roam down to your ass. Although it’s intent was far from sexual.

Atsumu Miya

Corduroy Dreams- Rex Orange County

LOVE LOVES WHISTLING IT TO YOU

Definitely does kiss you in the shower for a couple hours.

He’s fresh out of the shower and he’s wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Drops of water race down to his feet as they roll down his bare chest. You have your towel wrapped around your chest

One hand laced with his, he leads you in a slowing pace around the room with a chirpy smile.

Osamu Miya

Blessed- Daniel Caeser

i’m not sure how i made this conclusion but i’m gonna go with it

He has the prettiest voice when he sings along.

It’s not really dancing though. He has your back facing his chest while his arms enveloped on top of your collar bones and shoulders. He’s pecking gentle kisses against your cheek while rocking back and fourth to the song while you two prepare breakfast.

Keishin Ukai

Fly Love- Jamie Foxx

I imagine you two on some sort of resort of beach. You two are soaked of water but this song just happens to pop up so you stand there in his arms while he teasingly blows a cloud of smoke into your face.

Keiji Akaashi

HENTAI BY CIGARETTES AFTER SEX!!!!

okay for those of you who don’t know that song i know by the title of the song it looks sus and trust me he was definitely skeptic of it as well but give it a listen because now you’re all he ever thinks about when he hears this song.

he swears he’ll dance to this with you in his arms on your wedding day.

if you’re feeling angsty, he’d definitely hold you close and dance with you to the swan by camille saint-saëns

Wakatoshi Ushijima

I Hear A Symphony- Cody Fry

He loves how classy it sounds and it perfectly describes how he feels about you. hell it may even be his favourite song.

He felt like volleyball was his only purpose and for a while he was more than okay with that. until he met you and now he strives for more in life. Hence the whole “I used to hear a simple song” verse. loves putting emphasis in his tone when singing “perfection is so quick to bore...you are my beautiful by far” (only to himself of course) homeboy gets a little embarrassed when it comes to singing.

Daichi Sawamura

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby- Cigarettes After Sex

I don’t even need to have a scenario for this like he just radiates this energy:((

Like imagine his cheek pressed against yours while his hand weaves through your hair

Tadashi Yamaguchi

You say I’m in love- Banes World!!!!!!!!

Head empty just you and yams dancing to this song underneath LEDs and a ceiling projector

you’re all he thinks about when he sings this song

and bubblegum by clairo- he’d tell you not to focus on the lyrics but instead the instrumental portion. he says the comforting mellow beat reminds him of you.

Kenma Kozume

Nothing- Bruno Major.

Sings the lyrics to you

You’d think he’d be too shy and youre right but it’s because he does it subconsciously.

BRO THIS WOULD LITERALLY BE HIS SONG IN A RELATIONSHIP

Aran Ojiro

Ugotme- Omar Apollo

Such a good singer as well

When the two of you dance, you two dance.

His ability to dance is almost mesmerizing along with his singing.

Sings while covering your neck and collarbones with kisses

Satori Tendou

How Deep Is Your Love- Bee Gees

Also dramatically lip syncs the lyrics to you

Lifts you up into the air and into his arm almost five times mid dance.

He’ll shake his head with his lips pressed up against your neck while his hands trail upwards and toy with the hem of your shirt, his hands hungry with anticipation to just rip it off.

and you scold him when you feel his lips contort into a devilish grin.

Kotaro Bokuto

Hopelessly Devoted To You- Olivia Newton John

hear me out. He only knows this song because akaashi made him watch grease bc he says bokuto should be exposed to the “classics” and since watching it at age 12 with akaashi and bo’s two sisters, he’s prayed that one day he’d meet someone that’d make him feel the way that song did.

He does now and everytime that songs on he’s practically carrying you in his arms.

Tobio Kageyama

Love Me Please- OCTAVIO

this is the only song he knows with the exception of old kanye west because he considers his music grind music but you definitely put him on this song.

He’s literally a psychopath who doesn’t listen to anything EXCEPT like popular rap songs from 2017-2018. And even then he’ll only tolerate it when he needs to work out.

And then he meets you. Now he listens to music in a different aspect.

He knows he’s not the most romantic guy out there but he’s trying his best and you tell him that’s more than enough. He loves you so much.

Koushi Sugawara

This Side of Paradise- Coyote Theory

he’s dragging you out of the house to dance with you to this song. bonus points if it’s raining

he’s also the type to scream-sing to love songs.

There aren’t any cars in the vicinity due to the pouring rain so the two of you make your way to the road.

Your hand in his, he twirls you underneath the storm and into his arms.

Toru Oikawa

Pretty Boy- The Neighborhood

He’ll put so much emphasis in his tone on the “Even if the earth starts shaking, you’re the only thing worth taking- with me. Even if the sky’s on fire, got you here it’s alright.” verse

You’re literally everything to him

he won’t let you go even for a second until this song is finished even then he’ll have trouble parting.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Baby I’m Yours- Arctic Monkeys cover

It’s not even dancing at this point, it’s just you two cuddling and him pretending like he hates it even though he’s the one who refuses to let go of you.

Ryonusuke Tanaka

Knockin’ Da Boots- H-town

if he’s not dancing to this with you in his arms he’s definitely ironically grinding on the floor to this with a fuck boy face.

Hitoka Yachi

two queens in a king sized bed- girl in red

I just imagine the most “call me by your name” scenery type shit.

Or maybe like a field of flowers? You just have her in your arms on some sort of picnic date she planned for the two of you

Semi Eita-

I Wanna Be Yours- Arctic Monkeys

your arms wrap around his neck and his lips press onto yours while the two of you sway back and fourth underneath red led lights.

don’t be surprised if things get sexual.

Tetsuro Kuroo

Careless Whisper- George Michael

okay first he played this song when you were over once and he had it on so that he could initiate a little make out sess with you but when you could tell how nervous he was on making a move on you you told him that there was no pressure on anything and he sort of just danced with you instead. he ended up unironically really liking this song because of that.

(bonus: if it’s fanon kuroo he likes to dance to sway by Michael Bublé with you and the whole time he’s just eyeing you down with a sly grin)

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Beach Baby- Bon Iver

Space Song- Beach House

I imagine it’s raining horribly outside to the point where the thunder outside is retro boomin

but the windows are open because both you and Sakusa love the sound of rain pouring

he has this song playing from his record player while he hums against your neck.

[kythed]

haikyuu!! + thanksgiving

the hq men as your boyfriend when you bring them home at thanksgiving for the first time

because thanksgiving is in a couple weeks! ik not all of us celebrate it but just pretend LOL

karasuno

sugawara koushi: marches into your kitchen wearing a little red apron and brandishing a spatula. the only thing he can really do is open the cranberry sauce and plate it, but he certainly looks very cute while doing so.

azumane asahi: eats two bowls of vanilla ice cream for dessert. is also violently lactose intolerant. you do the math.

nishinoya yuu: sprays this God-awful fruity cologne all over himself and walks into the house smelling like princess peach’s asshole. you force him to sit outside until it wears off. (spoiler alert: it doesn’t.)

hinata shouyo: frantically rakes up all the leaves in your yard into a huge pile and rolls around in it. later finds out he is in fact allergic to leaves and uses up an entire bottle of cortisone cream trying to soothe his hives. your relatives all think he has chicken pox and interact with him minimally.

kageyama tobio: comes early to help with the cooking— your mom makes him stuff the turkey and he nearly cries when he has to stick his hand in.

sawamura daichi: gets to talking with your dad and you almost have a heart attack when you see them on the couch in identical slouched positions with beers in hand-- they’re practically twins. starts calling you “pumpkin” and “peanut” after the encounter.

tanaka ryunosuke: gives a loud, tipsy toast to “the pilgrims and their funky little hats” after a couple drinks.

yamaguchi tadashi: ran a turkey trot 5k earlier in the morning with you. his entire body is sore— he can’t even sit down without tearing up so he lies face down on your living room carpet for most of the night.

tsukishima kei: literally disappears an hour into dinner and doesn’t pick up his phone. the next day you find out he left to get takeout down the street instead and just never came back.

nekoma

kozume kenma: ends up quietly sitting at the kids’ table for some unknown reason?? it’s chill though; he teaches them how to make handprint turkeys.

haiba lev: also tries to sit at the kids’ table, but they’re understandably terrified of his gigantic 6’4” self and run away when he approaches. it really hurts his feelings and he spends the rest of the night sulking.

kuroo tetsurou: announces he unironically voted for kanye and subsequently gets into a vicious political argument with your drunk uncle. 20 minutes later they’re singing a tearful rendition of “danny boy” with their arms around each other’s shoulders.

morisuke yaku: rants about how much he hates british people.

inuoka sou: pretends to be british.

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi: walks in with the stage presence of a greek god, gives your mom a huge bouquet of peonies, and thanks her for allowing him to come to dinner. she nearly faints.

tendou satori: wears a bow tie and a monocle. your mom introduces him to the family as your gay best friend— it’s not a great night for him.

semi eita: compliments your grandma’s hair cut. two hours later she’s sitting next to him with an album in hand, showing him all your embarrassing baby pictures. yes, including the naked ones.

tsutomu goshiki: drinks three hard ciders without realizing they’re alcoholic and ends up very giggly and very touchy-- and not just to you. you take him home early.

shirabu kenjirou: shows up two hours late, pretends he’s been there the entire time, and acts offended when your relatives don’t remember him.

aoba johsai

oikawa tooru: charms every single woman at the party in true oikawa fashion. at the end of the night your newly divorced aunt slips him a piece of paper with her number on it. he reassures you he isn’t going to call her-- but he also doesn’t throw it away.

iwaizumi hajime: your brother-in-law challenges him to an arm wrestling contest. iwa crushes him five times in a row without batting an eye and gives him a very respectful thumbs up afterwards.

hanamaki takahiro: makes friends with that weird third cousin who no one really knows but just kinda shows up. you see them making a secret handshake.

matsukawa issei: everyone actually loves him, but for some reason they all think he’s an accountant. has he been telling them he’s an accountant??

kunimi akira: literally just pets the cat the whole night. ignores anyone who tries to talk to him unless they’re feline.

inarizaki

miya atsumu: he ends up gossiping with all your chatty aunties. when it’s time to go home he knows about fifty years of family secrets and enough blackmail material to last him a lifetime. scared? you should be.

miya osamu: truly God’s gift to thanksgiving, everything suga wishes he could be. owns a “kiss the cook” apron (that he bought for himself) and makes five types of boujee hors d'oeuvres. every single relative at the dinner tells you to marry him.

kita shinsuke: helps you mash the potatoes. you try to not ogle his biceps while he does so, but it’s very, very difficult. wipe that drool from the corner of your mouth-- it’s embarrassing.

suna rintarou: arrives wearing all black designer clothing, a luxury watch, and a haughty expression-- the perfect trophy boyfriend. your cousin says she thinks she saw him on a calvin klein ad last week. he tells her it was actually louis vuitton.

fukurodani

akaashi keiji: handwrites all the name cards in beautiful calligraphy the day before and brings a big bundle of dahlias and baby’s breath for floral centerpieces-- you’re pretty sure your mom would rather have him as a daughter instead.

bokuto koutarou: gets involved in the thanksgiving football game with your male cousins. he scores 75% of his team’s points and by the end of it they’re chanting his name and carrying him around the field; you have to deal with god-complex bokuto for the next week and a half.

konoha akinori: your dog will not stop humping his leg. he tries to stop it but there’s really no dignified way to do that, so he just suffers in silence.

date tech

futakuchi kenji: pulls you into the cleaning supply closet while everyone else is going for seconds. your little cousin comes in looking for paper towels and catches the two of you in a compromising position-- oh, well. it’s about time someone gave that kid the talk, anyways.

koganegawa kanji: accidentally clogs the toilet and has a near panic attack trying to unclog it before it overflows.

aone takanobu: surprisingly good at chess and plays several games with your great uncle while he talks about the war

other

terushima yuuji: after dessert he proudly ties a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue, hoping it’ll impress the table. it does not.

sakusa kiyoomi: doesn’t show up. i’m sorry, but let’s be real-- did you ever really expect him to?

[realcube]

msby boys finding out their s/o is pregnant

navi | masterlist | taglist  

thank you to anon for this wholesome request 

content warning ♡ pregnant! reader, sexual references, swearing & fluff

characters ♡ sakusa, atsumu, bokuto & hinata

kiyoomi sakusa 

♡ he faltered

♡ there was half a minute of silence between the two of you; him just staring at your stomach while you gazed into his eyes

♡ he was almost certain that he misheard you, so he felt inclined to inquire, ‘huh?’ as indifferently as he could, though he wasn’t doing a good job of concealing the shocked expression on his face 

♡ ‘i said i’m pregnant, sweetie.’ you giggled, admiring the emotions he displayed on his face as it wasn’t a sight you got to see often

♡ sakusa continued to stare at you, eyes wide 

♡ though he knew what you meant, apart of him insisted that he was mishearing you 

♡ his wide-eyes were fixated on you, his lips slightly agape as he tried to process what you just said and what this meant for the both of you 

♡ the only emotion you could read of his face was shock. at first, you were sure that he was happy but he was just taking a while to accept it, but now that a few minutes had passed and he was still yet to say anything or even smile, you were starting to second guess yourself

♡ despite the fact sakusa had already agreed that he was on board with the idea of having a child many times before - in fact, there were nights where he’d admit that he can’t wait to start a family with you - but you still worried that perhaps he has now that had a change of heart

♡ that was until you noticed his eyes become unusually glossy and red, along with his cheeks adapting a somewhat red tint, ‘if this is a joke, (y/n), it’s not funny.’ his ordinary, monotone voice was now slightly shaky and low 

♡ ‘it’s not a joke, ‘iyoomi.’ you laughed, feeling your own throat go dry and your cheek flare up upon seeing how emotional sakusa had become

♡ before the tears spilled from your eyes, you felt sakusa’s arms slowly snake around your waist, place an elongated kiss on your forehead then rest his chin on your shoulder 

♡ he held you close enough that you could feel his rapid heartbeat thud against your chest and his wobbly breath tickle the back of your neck

♡ he stayed like that, silent, for a good few minutes 

♡ when he finally pulled away to admire your stomach, you noticed how his damp cheeks glistened in the light and you couldn’t help but smile

♡ although he wasn’t very vocal about how happy he was, his actions spoke a thousand words

♡ he’d insist in home-cooking all your food now because he didn’t want to risk you getting food poisoning 

♡ when he’d come home from practise, absolutely exhausted, the first thing he’d do when he gets home is  wash his hands then cut you some fruit 

♡ when he has free-time, he used to just watch TV but now he’s picked up a few hobbies of reading childcare books, tending to your every need/want and researching good baby names

♡ also, he’s so gentle with you - like, he was gentle with you before but this is a new extreme

♡ excluding the time he almost tackled you to the ground when you suggested atsumu as a baby name

♡ like he baby-proofs the house like a month into your pregnancy lmao 

kōtarō bokuto

♡ the corners of his lips slowly curl into a bright smile, ‘pregnant?’

♡ you cocked your head to the side slightly, then hummed, ‘yeah. pregnant.’

♡ ‘like..with a kid?’

♡ you snorted, playfully rolling your eyes, ‘i’d hope so.’

♡ ‘like..with my kid?’

♡ ‘our kid - but yes.’

♡ a while passed and he had yet to do anything besides stare at you in pure adoration so you prompted him by opening your arms 

♡ to which he immediately responded by throwing himself onto you, ‘I’m gonna be a dad?! like seriously?!’

♡ luckily you were sitting on your bed so you fell back onto that but you were still being smothered by his chest 

♡ ‘bo!’ you squealed and squirmed under his weight and tight grip, glad that he was as cheery as you had hoped but not appreciating being suffocated 

♡ he suddenly pulled away but kept his large hands glued to your shoulders, revealing the tears that were already streaming down his cheeks and dampened your shirt, ‘really?!’

♡ ‘yes, bokuto. i am 100% pregnant.’ you declared for the final time before bokuto cupped your face with his hands and pulled you in to a passionate kiss, not stopping until your lips were basically swollen

♡ he’s just so hyped during the first few days of your pregnancy and he’s just super duper ready to become a dad!

♡ like he’s already practising his dad jokes 

♡ but then you remind him that he’s gonna have to wait around 9 months before he can actually see his baby and his hair literally deflates 

♡ ugh how rude of you 

♡ can you not like...make it grow faster?? please??

♡ once you explain to him that’s not how babies work, he kinda accepts it and just focuses his attention on you

♡ he kinda does some research on babies/pregnancy but not prior, he just does a quick google search when he needs to 

♡ but the intention is definitely there bc he googles the most trivial of things like ‘what to make pregnegant ppl for breakfast?’

♡ ‘what do pragnant ppl need from the supermarket?’

♡ ‘can my pregenunt wife have peanut butter?’

♡ ‘how to spell preaignant’ 

atsumu miya 

♡ DEEP denial

♡ he thinks you are playing a prank on him bc you don’t ‘look pregnant’

♡ even when you show him your positive pregnancy test he’s like ‘and how much did that cost?’

♡ he deadass acts as if he wasn’t the one who’s been trying to get you pregnant and raving on about how much he wants a family with you for the last few months 

♡ but he just doesn’t want to believe you bc he know he’ll get way too happy for his own good and he’s afraid to be let down

♡ plus, it was one of those ‘a blessing of this magnitude couldn’t have happened to me - of all people - so this is probably either a cruel joke or a hallucination.’ moments 

♡ he’s just so far gone that after your eleventh attempt at trying to convince him that you’re pregnant for real, you just give up

♡ so y’all just go around your business somewhat normally - except atsumu was more skittery - until your baby bump started to become more prominent

♡ one day, he came back from practise, noticed your bump and pulled you into the most passionate, heartfelt kiss before placing a gentle kiss upon your stomach, a buoyant grin gracing his features

♡ though he doesn’t say much since he is at a loss for words, he mutters a few sweet nothings into your ear as he carries you to the bedroom

♡ for a joke, he pretends to be gutted if you’re libido production decrease but really, he couldn’t care less

♡ but if it increases tho- 

♡ expect him to take full advantage of that 

♡ also, if he didn’t already treat you like his goddess, he does now 

♡ work has moved down his list of priorities and you + his baby are now at number one 

♡ usually he keeps his phone on silent/stuffs it into his bag while he is practising but now he insists on keeping it on full volume, out on the bench, just in case you call him for an emergency 

♡ same goes for texts; he will literally stop mid-set to rush over to his phone if he hears it vibrate 

♡ bokuto thinks it’s sweet but the rest of them get pretty annoyed of his antics quite quickly but whenever they try to call him out on it, he’s like ‘is your wife 6 months pregnant? no! i didn’t think so. i should be on paternity leave right now so be glad i’m blessing you with my presence.’

shōyō hinata

♡ he cannot stop thanking you

♡ as if you’re doing him a favour, which - depending on how you view it - you are

♡ he’s literally on his knees with his hands clasped together, tears of joy streaming down his face as he looks up at you in pure adoration, ‘thank you, (y/n)!’

♡ you tilted your head to the side and stared at him with a perplexed expression, ‘you’re welcome?’

♡ it’s a while before he moves from that position but when he does, it’s only so he can press his ear against your stomach to see if he can hear the baby 

♡ ‘shō, i don’t think it’s body has even formed ye--’

♡ ‘shh! it’s speaking to me.’ he chuckled then proceeded to squeeze his eyes shut, intensely listening to whatever the baby had to say 

♡ you quirked a brow, waiting for him to finish and once he did, he sprung to his feet and threw his arms over your shoulders to pull you in for a hug - in which he had to stop himself from squeezing you too tightly in fear of hurting you, as if pregnancy meant that your bones were now made of glass

♡ he’s just so happy that you agreed to bear his children 🙏

♡ also, seeing how excited you were to tell him about your pregnancy really prompted him to step up his husband-game 

♡ from now on, he loads the dishwasher, does both of your laundry, cleans the house on his own and cooks most of the food 

♡ he acts as if being pregnant means you are no longer able to do basic tasks but his real motive behind doing these things was not only to take the pressure off of you but to also prepare himself for father life 👍

♡ also, to prepare him for shopping for his kids’ clothes, he goes out and buys you maternity wear 

♡ he does this like...3 weeks into your pregnancy though so the clothes just sit and catch dust until a few months later when you actually need them 

♡ and although he is a bit of a pain to go stroller/pram shopping with (he just says buy whichever one goes the fastest), you let him take the reins when it came to buying/preparing the baby’s room and it came out beautiful!

♡ like the cradle was good quality and firm, the rug wouldn’t irritate the baby’s skin, the walls were painted expertly and the plushies/toys he picked out - unbeknownst to you at the time - kept the baby entertained for ages

♡ oh and no matter what day/week/month you are in of pregnancy, he will always look at you and your bump with the same amazement and gratitude as he did the first time you told him

[omiscurls]

haikyuu!! characters as bed sharing AU’s

taken of pinterest!

characters in question: kiyoomi sakusa, miya atsumu, kenma kozume, suna rintaro, tobio kageyama, kuroo tetsuro, akaashi keiji

kiyoomi sakusa - the “you have too much nightmares, let me try this method on you”

When you look at Sakusa, you wouldn’t guess any of his weaknesses... well except for one maybe

He always speaks so confidently, if he doesn’t feel secure, he just doesn’t speak

So even if you’ve been their manager for... several years, you still know as much about this man’s weaker sides as if you met him yesterday, or even less. 

The surprise on your face when you binge watched a series at night, and you suddenly felt the scream definitely coming from outside your headphones was indescribable 

Was the room next to yours... Sakusa’s?

you thought nothing of it, but night after night, you heard a lot more, you heard crying, ventilating, calling out random names, and finally you decided that not only is this interrupting your sleep, it’s not healthy for the wing spiker either

come on, the next day is game day, he has to be on his best abilities 

nobody wants to deal with grumpy kiyoomi, nobody has the guts

so you remember a method your friend has told you about that their s/o uses on them 

it took a lot of courage, but there you are, about to knock on his door... 

Sakusa flinched hearing knocks on his door. That definitely wasn’t just a comeback from a dream. Someone’s knocking on his door. Was he being too loud? Did he wake someone up? He prays that it’s just someone wanting something, even if it’s around 2AM, and who on earth would want someone at 2AM. 

Normally he would’ve been pissed off, but now he wished for this scenario to come true. 

He put on a hoodie before opening the door, since it was cold outside the sheets, besides, who wants to see him in his underwear, right? Especially if it’s marvel themed-

The look on his face when he sees his crush on the other side of the door is priceless. He can practically feel his face going all red. 

“Can I help you?” he clears his throat and says lazily, pretending to be annoyed by the fact you allegedly woke him up, even though the tears still flow down his cheeks. 

“No, but I can help you” you say, just as embarrassed as he is, and it doesn’t help when he raises his eyebrows like that, so you quickly add “That is, if you like, please feel comfortable to tell me to piss off if I’m being too much, but I have a friend with a problem simmilar to yours and I just...”

“Okay, I’m listening” he interrupts, causing you to look up at him. 

When you explain the idea to him, he’s more than pessimistic, he’s laughing in your face, mumbling something about how he thanks you for your concern, but... 

You took the opportunity that you’re both sitting on his bed, and just lay on your back. 

“Come on, just try” 

“No!” he answers almost immediately, but, as he’s also a man of logic... 

He really has to be on his best tomorrow, and you’re his only hope at the moment. He reluctantly lays down next to you, and your hand guides his face near your neck. 

“Fine, but only so you stop with this idea already. It’s not gonna work.”

You’re both extremely out of your comfort zones, but you’re slowly adjusting. You feel him nuzzle closer, and your hair just instinctly lands in his hair, curling one little curl on your finger. 

His showergel smells amazing, by the way. It puts you to sleep instantly, but you know you can’t be the one to pass out first. After a while of silence, you ask him if his trial run has expired already, but there’s no response. His breath evens out, and you’re too afraid to stir away far enough to check if his eyes are closed. 

“Kiyoomi? Are you asleep?” you ask, but again, there’s no response. 

Oh well. 

The next morning he’s so embarrassed that the idiotic idea worked, he can’t even look you in the eyes at breakfast. 

atsumu miya as “you’ve been so dejected lately i feel too bad to leave you alone at night” 

He didn’t ask for this at all, but yet you ended up being his roommate. 

A roommate who was recently going through an extemely tough time. 

Seriously, even he feels bad seeing you all in tears all the time, mindless look and not paying attention to anything

Even though you weren’t each other’s favorite people in the world before, you ended up getting closer over the fact that he was the only one to see you at the worst moments

You hated that, but what can you do, there’s no safer place to cry in than your dorm

And even though he kinda made fun of it at first, the longer it kept going, the more concerned he’d get

It got to a point where he literally wouldn’t leave you alone 

While still pretending not to like you, of course

Have you eaten? Have you drank something? Have you even left your bed today? How long did you sleep last night? Not at all? You idiot, start taking care of yourself. 

You dumbass, you dummy, you moron, you absolute fricking mess

Some of your friends consider him your boyfriend, judging from the messages you get from him

“Dummy, there’s a granola bar in your bag, better eat it” “Hey idiot, I had to run to practice early today. Are you feeling less shitty than yesterday?” 

He noticed that, as it is logical, your mood proggressively gets worse as you get tired 

And that you actually learned how to cry without sobbing so you don’t wake him up, how thoughtful of you

Well your mistake, now you have an 80kg volleyball player over you. 

“Atsu, what’re you doing?” you ask in a tired voice, covering your face with a pillow. 

“You’re crying.” he states bluntly, staring at you like a four-year-old. 

“Observant, are we?”

“Hey. Dumbass. You didn’t cry for so long already, what happened?” he whispers, sitting by your side, and you can’t mumble words, feeling so ashamed you want to disappear. You fall on your back and pretend not to notice the question. 

He sighs audiably. 

“Alright then, just know you brought this on yourself” he states, and before you can ask why, he’s already laying beside you. 

“W-what’re you doing?” you scream-whisper, right into his blonde hair, and he shivers at the feeling. 

“I’m comforting you, isn’t it obvious, you moron?” he hisses. “Although, I can see my mistake now” he states, and you think he’s gonna go back to his own bed, but no, he grabs you by the waist and rolls over, so now you lay on top of him, flustered as ever, thankful for the light being off, at least he doesn’t see your tomato-like face. 

“But- Atsumu, please go to your own bed” you plea, but he shakes his head, eyes already closed. 

“Nu-uh” he answers “Yours is more comfy, anyway” he jokes, making you chuckle through the tears. 

He puts his hand on the back of your head and puts it on his chest. 

“Goodnight, dipshit” he whispers, and you manage to fall alseep listening to the steady beat of his heart. 

No tears, he’d feel them anyway. 

kenma kozume as “the heater broke and i’m cold as hell, can you come here?”

this should not have happened

the guy looks miserable

but, you see, he’s doesn’t have the biggest amount of muscles in his body, his not as ripped as his highschool friends

body fat? also no, he’s a skinny, fairly tall boy who gets cold really easily

for real, he’s wearing a hoodie at all times, and in winter, he looks like a shell of himself

so you’re over at Kuroo’s house on a New Year’s party

the party ended like an hour ago, everyone is asleep

(Lev’s gonna be so dead when Yaku wakes up and finds the tall guy’s head on his stomach) 

you’re almost sound asleep in Kuroo’s guest bedroom, so gracefully given to you by the host

the only other person in the room is Kenma, who originally slept in Kuroo’s room together with his best friend, but got annoyed by the weird questions him and Bokuto kept asking

so he asked you if he can sleep on the couch in the room 

why wouldn’t you say yes? 

earlier that night Kuroo burnt pizza in the oven, so you all opened almost every window in the house to get the smell to leave

and kinda forgot to close the ones in the bedrooms

but no worries, you have a radiator

...right? 

why is the radiator set on the highest temperature and still stone cold? 

well, doesn’t matter, you can just wrap yourself in the heavy sheets

Kenma, on the other hand, only has a small blanket

And since it’s a party, he’s wearing a shirt, not a hoodie 

The boy’s freezing 

“Hey, are you asleep?” you hear a very quiet whisper coming from the couch. 

“Thought you’re here cause you couldn’t stand the chit-chat, Kenma?” you ask with a grin on your face. 

“Yeah, right. Sorry.” he mumbles and you hear him shift in his spot, visibly annoyed by the circummstances. There’s a moment of silence, in which he can feel his face almost burn down from embarrassment. 

Oh, my god, you sound like you’re annoyed with him here. Areyou? Come on, tell him you aren’t. He should just let you sleep. 

But does he really want to spend the rest of his night feeling his feet hurt from cold? Fuck, Kuroo, you and your stupid pizza. 

He gets up, tightly wrapped in his blanket, and checks the radiator. 

“It’s definitely broke” he sighs, touching the cold surface, and turns back to the couch, falling on it face down, letting out a groan. 

You giggle at his action, and he opens his eyes immediately, hearing the sound of your voice. 

“Kenma... I offered you the bed once already, it’s warmer” you start, but he raises his hand and shakes it in a disagreeing gesture. 

“No no, please, don’t worry” he mumbles against the couch, trying to ignore the, ironically, burning sensation in his legs. Is this a bedroom or is this Antarctica?

“Oh, come on” you say, opening the sheets. “We don’t want you to freeze, do we now?” 

Oh my god, what did you do. There’s so much thoughts racing through his mind right now. Should he do it? It sounds so nice... But should he really?

Fuck it, he thinks, you’re offering, he can’t turn down an offer from you. 

He lazily walks over to the bad and lays down next to you, at a reasonable distance, only to hear you laugh again. He spares you an annoyed glance, and you shake your head slightly, rolling over next to him, covering him with the sheets you have wrapped around yourself so tightly, and using his chest as a pillow. 

Hold on, that’s not what he signed up for. Why are you... How...? 

He hesitantly and gently puts his arm around you, relaxing his body, the scent of your shampoo making him slightly dizzy. 

Please don’t notice how fast his heart is racing. This is fine. It doesn’t mean anything, he can promise. 

rintaro suna as “hey dude, i hear cuddling helps you sleep, wanna try?”

the most chill person out there 

literally you would never have guessed how nervous he was before asking you 

it’s  just another week, another game and another hotel you are all staying in 

and fate is definitely on his side today, since his bedroom is literally next door to yours

he got to your door and left without doing anything about three times before he eventually decided to be a man and knock

has a master plan in his mind

he’s gonna show you a website with an article about how cuddling (allegedly) makes you sleep better 

and he’s just gonna be so causal about it 

he’s just gonna knock, put on an emotionless smirk and ask you, just like he always does

but here’s the think, he’s not so chill on the outside

“how should I call them? their name? a pet name? bro? no, too much” 

but, he does end up knocking 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” you turn your head to the door to see a figure of Suna in only his underwear and an oversize t-shirt with the logo of some metal band. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” you ask, voice hoarse as you were already drifting off. 

“I read this super cool thing, wanna see?” he seems not to mind your comment, as he walks over to your bed and practically throws himself beside you, not minding you laying there, shoving his phone in your hands. 

“... help you fall asleep in just three minutes...” you’re mumbling under your breath as you read the headline. “Rin, this sounds so fake” you laugh, falling back on your pillows, as he sighs. 

“I wanna try, and it’s either you or Kita, and he gives me serial killer vibes” he mutters, earning yet another serie of laughter from you. 

But seeing the serious hint in his eyes, you lift your hands in surrendering gesture. 

“Go on with it, Mr Romantic” you state, watching in amusement as he groans at the comment and burries his face in your pillow. 

You’re sure this is him considering this mission a failed one and giving up, but then he looks up 

“Well, are you coming?” he asks completely serious, and you have nothing left to do than hug him and settle your face in the crook of his neck, not minding as his breathing lifts your hair from time to time and tingles your skin. 

Can someone feel your blush through their skin? You surely hope not. 

tobio kageyama as the almighty “the hotel room has only one king size bed and we need to share”

He never would’ve thought his teammates would betray him like this

What the hell do they mean there’s only two people rooms available and they’re all in pairs already

Honestly, primary school all over again

ugh

His perfectly happy to be sleeping alone, when he finds out you’re his roommate

this is fine tobio, don’t freak out

well he’s composed about it

a little bit of a “tch” and “well I guess there’s nothing we can do about it”

internally he’s a little girl now, but you never would’ve guessed judging by the annoyed grimace on his face

because how does it matter if you’re sleeping in the same room, it’s not like he was planning to run around naked, right?

it all changes once you press the card to open the room, and when he so gentleman-like lets you enter first, you find out there’s only one, big, king sized bed for couples exclusively

the only thing missing are rose petals and candles prepared for newlyweds

you try so so hard not to burst out laughing

when he enters, he becomes as white as the walls around

he can’t process this, what the fu-

bet he’s spending hours at the reception desk explaining it’s a huge mistake

unfortunately, these were the only rooms left, sorry not sorry, you’re sleeping together

and that brings you to the situation you’re in currently

He’s almost over the edge of making a wall of pillows between you two. You can’t help but feel a tiny bit offended by it, but you know he’s probably just super hyper embarrassed.

“Yama, who don’t you trust, me, or yourself?” you ask with a proud grin painting your lips as you sit on your side, sheets tucked around your waist, back rested on the wall behind you.

He gives you an annoyed glance, before answering:

“It’s not that”

Once he says that, he proceeds to somehow nestle himself in, but he looks like one of those dolls that come with a bedroom furnishing, almost lifeless, resting on his back with hands straight down his body, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Relax, will you?” you giggle “You have a game tomorrow, grumpy face”

He rolls his eyes.

You shake your head and turn off the light, mumbling a quiet goodnight, as you turn to your side and place a hand under your head, back facing Kageyama.

Well, this is gonna be a long night, or so you think, up until he falls asleep.

You can physically feel him move around, and you think that’s what’s keeping you awake.

It takes a while for you to realize the star valley ball player is getting unconsciously closer, up until you can feel his breath on your neck.

Ironically enough, it’s you who’s all stiff and nervous now, when suddenly you feel his arm go around your waist.

“Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me” you mutter, but he shifts dangerously when you speak, so you have to give up side commentary.

You decided to tease him just a bit. He’s the one who’s gonna be flustered when he wakes up, you’re on a winning side by being awake.

You smile to yourself before shifting your body closer to his. He sighs contently, almost making you laugh.

Oh how you want him to wake up and see already.

tetsuro kuroo as “we fell asleep on the couch together and now my hand is in your hair and you’re breathing directly on my neck”

you’re over studying, or just helping him with something

the point is, you were working all day

at some point he suggests getting pizza

hell yeah, pizza

you order a little bit too much of it, but since you both are suckers for pizza, nobody can back up first

and as you know, people tend to get sleepy after they eat too much

he has a wide couch, so you can both lay beside each other without having to lay ON each other

and as you tend to get a little bit sleepy, you both shift to lay down instead of sitting, still focused on the work, though 

you don’t know why, you don’t know how but it just happens that you fall asleep

you obviously don’t see what happens after that, but Kuroo notices you asleep when he asks you multiple questions and you repeatedly don’t answer, he got it like around question number 4

“Lazy much, huh, sleeping beauty?” he mutters to himself, but smiles unconsciously as he glances at your stoic face 

and as if that subconsciously impacted his brain, soon enough he can’t find it in himself to keep his eyes open as well. 

Kuroo wakes up to an annoying pain in his neck, causing him to hiss and automatically  want to place his hand on the place that ached. Whoops, did he fall asleep on the couch again? Oh well, didn’t he have work to do? 

He lifts his hand as he wanted to, but suddenly he feels something shift beneath it, and when he looks down to see you, with your head rested on his chest, breathing slowly, a peaceful smile on your face. 

Your legs are tangled with his in some unexplicable manner, and as the man of logic he so obviously is, he can’t even begin to understand how that happened. 

Especially why his hand feels so in place, holding you by the waist, closer to himself, and the other one lost somewhere in your hair. 

You shift your head slightly up, and sigh contently, now breathing directly on the exposed part of his neck. He somehow manages to not shiver at the tingling sensation, getting more and more flustered by the second. 

His heart rate inscreases drastically, making him realize he’s stressed like he’d never been before, as he tries to make up his mind about whether to wake you up, gently push you off and let you rest, or maybe stay in place. 

He feels attracted to the last one, but knows it’d only be unfair to you. 

But you could wake up if he moved you, and you had a long day, after all... 

Maybe he’s gonna let you stay there. Not for long, only five... more... minutes...

keiji akashi as “you’re staying over at my place, you take the bed, i’ll sleep on the floor. no, really, i’m comfortable on the floor. GEEZ FINE we’ll both take the bed, ya happy now?

You wanna know what got you in this situation huh

well, you were over for dinner, but it started raining really heavily 

like, really really heavily

and akaashi being the sweetheart that he is, can’t let you go home like that

it’s a long way to the train station, you’re gonna get sick, and what if there’s a traffic accident? he can’t have that

(he just wants to spend more time with you but shh about that) 

doesn’t matter how hard you try to convince him you’re gonna be fine. you’re staying and that’s final 

it’s cute, he’s cute when he’s worried 

well that brings you to where you are currently, already after your shower, dressed in one of akaashi’s t-shirts, oh this feels so couple-ish 

you wait for him to finish with his night time routine in his room, admiring all the posters and childhood pictures he has

he has the first ever selfie bokuto took with him framed 

when he comes back, that’s when the problems start

“Alright, well, let’s get some sleep, you can take my bed, and I’ll take the floor

And that’s what brings us to the guilt rising in your stomach as you settle in the guy’s sheets, inhaling the heavy scent of his shampoo from the pillow under your head. It’s his house, his bed, and yet he’s sleeping on the floor like some random guest. You’re the random guest here, you can’t help but feel like you’re crashing at his place against his will, and you’re making him uncomfortable.

“ ‘Kaashi?” you whisper, making his eyes open wide to see the dark ceiling of his room. There’s silence for a moment, and then he shifts to turn on the light once more.

“Yeah?” he sighs, bringing one hand up to his face to rub his eyes, unable to open them properly because of the sudden flush of light.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep on the bed?” you ask shyly, making him chuckle as he shakes his head.

“Yes, yes I’m sure. Goodnight” he states gently, turning on the light once again. This is gonna be a long night, he thinks.

You cannot catch your sleep. Damn it, damn your altruism and all that shit.

“Akaashi no, I can’t-“ you’re cut of by the sound of him laughing.

“Oh my god. Fine. If I move to the bed, will you sleep already?” he whines quietly, and seeing you nod in the dark, he gets up and picks up his pillow.

You get off the bed, wanting to swap places with him, but are held back by his hand.

“No, if you sleep on the floor, i won’t be able to close my eyes even for a second” he forbids gently, moving you back to where you were previously laying.

Oh boy, you both think, this is awkward, but the warmth of his body pressed next to yours makes it hard to be mad at him for stopping you from leaving.

This is gonna be a long night indeed.

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Chapter 21: Kia, I Am Your Father

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6 months have passed and having 2 kids both under the age of 4 is not as challenging as you expected to be. The main reason is because both of of your daughters are the easiest to handle. Mina barely cries unlike other babies, and she sleeps well through the night. But because she is still a baby, she needs a lot of watching and attention, way too much for Kia’s liking.

Kia likes being an older sister. She holds Mina’s feeding bottle when it’s time for eating. She knows when it’s time for Mina to nap. She watches over her little sister when you’re showering or cooking. She’s doing an excellent job as a big sister.

You and Kiyoomi thought Kia just loves Mina, the reason why she’s very doting towards her.  But Kia does all that to get approval and praise from you and Kiyoomi. Kia hates that she’s not getting as much attention as before. She hates that it’s always about Mina and just sometimes Kia.

“It’s because of you!” Kia screams all of a sudden while you are cooking at the kitchen and Kiyoomi is showering. You both trust Kia that much. You run to your daughters and see Mina on the foamed floor of the living room instead of her bassinet.

“Kia, what’s wrong?” You try to ask her calmly, picking Mina up from the ground. She doesn’t answer you, but storms off to the nursery. You follow her, Mina still in your arms. “Kia!”

“It’s because of Mina! You and papa don’t love me anymore!” She cries, grabbing a baby bottle from one of Mina’s drawers. Kia throws it to the ground, shocking you.

“Kia, don’t do that!” You scold her. She rummages through the drawers and throws Mina’s clothes and diapers out. You try to stop her but then she throws a teether at you, hitting you on your forehead. Worse, it bounced to Mina. The baby cries.

“Sakusa Kia!” Kiyoomi shouts from the doorway. He witnessed everything.

“I hate you! I hate you!” Kia continues to throw things at you and you turn to protect Mina.

Kiyoomi quickly goes to Kia and grabs her by her arm. He sits her down on her bed, her cries worsening. “Say sorry to your mama!” Kiyoomi demands, but Kia firmly shakes her head. “Do it. Now.”

“No! I hate her! I hate you, too!” Kia responds, throwing a pillow at him. His patience running thin, Kiyoomi slams his hand on the bedside table, a loud smacking sound echoing through the whole room. Kia’s cries are exchanged with shivering.

“Is it good to throw things at other people?” Kiyoomi scolds her, his hand hitting the wooden surface once again. “Answer me!” Kia doesn’t answer him so he smacks the table one more time, her shaking getting more intense.

“Kiyoomi, that’s enough. I think she understands now,” you tell him, a hand on his arm.

“No! She clearly doesn’t understand! She won’t throw things like this if she understands! She’s being an unreasonable brat right now!” Kiyoomi shouts. You knead the muscle on his arm, trying to calm him down.

“Omi, Kia’s trembling,” you whisper to him and he takes a look at Kia carefully. She is trembling. He wants to apologize for scaring her, but he won’t. Not after she threw that tantrum. “I’ll go talk to her. Take Mina and prepare the dinner.”

“Fine,” Kiyoomi complies, taking Mina from your arms. “She doesn’t leave this room until she cleans up the mess she made.” He doesn’t spare another glance at Kia as he leaves the room with Mina. Hearing the door shut close, Kia starts wailing. You wrap your arms around her, taking her into your arms.

“Kia, baby, tell me what’s wrong.” She still doesn’t answer. “Is it because you think mama and papa don’t love you anymore because of the new baby?” She nods, her sobs not quietening down. “I’m sorry if we made you feel that way. Mama and papa love you so much. Next time, if you’re upset, you tell us instead of getting angry and throwing things.”

“I’m sorry, mama,” Kia apologizes, wrapping her arms around your neck and burying her face on your shoulder.

“It’s okay baby. Just promise not to do that again.” You hear Kia mutter a quiet ‘yes’ so you kiss the side of her head. “Let’s go out and apologize to Mina and your papa, okay?”

“No! I hate Mina and Kyo! Kyo hates Kia, too,” Kia refuses.

Despite Kia’s protests, you carry her out to the kitchen. You sit her down at her highchair but she doesn’t look at her father who is in front of her. Kiyoomi glares at her, so you sigh. Kia quickly eats her food then leaves the table to go back to her room. You give a look of disappointment to Kiyoomi but he just shrugs.

“She’s really mad at you,” you start. “She called you Kyo.” His heart breaks into a million pieces from what you said.

“It’ll pass. She’ll be fine tomorrow.” He tries to convince himself. He cleans the table, memories flashing back in his mind. You notice the sudden change mood on your face so you get an idea.

“Omi, what do you think about letting Atsumu take care of Mina for a few hours next Sunday? I mean his wife is pregnant, right? They might need some practice,” you tell him, but he doesn’t seem like he’s listening. You continue to speak, “Then we can take Kia out for a little date just to spend more time with her. She thinks we don’t love her anymore.”

“I’ll talk to her after I wash the dishes. Go take Mina to sleep,” Kiyoomi responds. You stand up from your seat and wrap you arms around him from behind.

“Stop overthinking, baby.” You tip toe to kiss him on the cheek then leave to bring Mina to bed.

After doing the dishes, Kiyoomi goes to Kia’s room. He leans on the doorway frame, watching Kia arrange the bottles and diapers she threw a while ago. He knocks on the door, startling Kia. She turns and sees him going to her so she dashes to her bed.

Kiyoomi sighs before sitting on the edge of her bed. “Kia,” he calls her as she covers her face with her blanket. “Do you wanna sleep beside mama and papa?”

No response.

“Do you wanna watch Transformers with me?”

Again, no response.

“Do you want to go to Mu-chan’s?” Kia lowers her blanket, then examines at Kiyoomi’s face. She shakes her head then goes back under the blanket. “Okay, then. Good night.”

Kiyoomi heads back to your room and you’re already asleep. He checks on Mina’s crib then sees that she’s still awake. She reaches her arms out to him and he chuckles. “You’re like your sister, too, huh?” He picks Mina up from the crib and he goes to the living room with her.

He sits down on the couch, and sits Mina on his lap, his legs bent up to support the baby’s back. “You know, your sister is mad at me,” Kiyoomi tells Mina. “She thinks we don’t love her because you’re around. But it’s not your fault, sweetie. It’s also not your sister’s fault. I mean, I do think I don’t spend much time with her.”

Mina lets out a random cry, and he acts as if he understands her. Kiyoomi sighs, “I did. I talked to Kia, but she doesn’t want to talk to. What should I do?”

“Kya!” Mina giggles, hearing her sister’s name, but Kiyoomi registers it as another babble.

“Mina, I didn’t understand that. I’m sorry.” Kiyoomi admits. Mina babbles but with more force this time. “Are you angry at me also?” She stops squirming and looks at Kiyoomi nonchalantly. “You are?”

They continue to ‘talk’ until Kiyoomi falls asleep on the couch with Mina on his chest. The sun rises, waking Mina up. Instead of crying, she just stays there on his chest. A door opens so she looks at that direction.

“Mina...” Kia says as she sees her little sister awake. She stares at her in a daze, then remembers hitting Mina the day before. “Tell mama and Kyo I went out, okay? I will come back.”

Kia runs to her room then grabs a backpack. She puts her little panda bank in it then goes to the front door. She puts her shoes on and manages to unlock the door with her little hands. She slowly closes the door, afraid that she’ll wake her father up.

Kia walks down the cemented slope, looking around from time to time. She hums a song as she excitedly walks to her destination. She sees a flight of stairs, so she takes a deep breath in before taking one step down.

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Four.”

“Six.”

“Five.”

“Ten.”

That cycle repeats until she’s finally done with the steps. She continues to walk for a few more minutes until she finally sees her destined location. The flower field.

Kia squeals then runs around the field first before she goes to the flower stall. “Good morning, grandma!” She greets the owner.

“Hello, Kia. Where’s your father?” The owner asks her, looking around for any signs of her father. “Did you go here on your own?”

“He’s sleeping,” Kia answers, worrying the owner. “Can I buy flowers for my baby sister? I hurt her yesterday so I will buy flowers for her so she’ll forgive me.”

“Ah, yes, of course!” The owner smiles at her. “Do you want to help me make it?”

“Yes!” Kia cheers then runs to her behind the counter of the stall.

The owner picks her phone up and calls a certain someone. “Hey. Your friend’s child is here. I think she went here on her own with her parents knowing. Can you come pick her up? Okay, thank you.”

The two of them continue to make the bouquet, the lady doing it slower than usual to kill some time. She’s afraid that if they finish, Kia will dash out and return home on her own.

“Kia...” A familiar voice calls her, exciting her. She jumps off the chair she’s standing on and runs to the owner of the voice.

“Shin-chan!” The said man picks her up, her giving him a kiss on the cheek in the process.

“Let me get you home,” Kita tells her. She nods at his statement.

“Mina’s flowers and I have to pay!” She takes out the little bank in her bag then gives it to the store owner. “I got that money from helping mama at home!”

“If you give this to me then you will not have money anymore,” the owner says to her and Kia saddens a bit.

“It’s okay! Mina will be happy!” She smiles at the shopkeeper. The lady pretends to take out something from her bank then gives it back to her as ‘change.’ “Thank you, grandma! I’ll see you soon!”

Kia and Kita goes to his parked truck and when he opens the door, a white small dog is sitting on the front seat, wagging its tail excitedly. Kia’s eyes widen in happiness.

“A puppy!” Kia squeals, Kita settling her on the seat. He puts the seatbelt on her before he puts on his. “What’s his name?”

“Rice,” Kita responds. The dog barks, so Kia lets out a small ‘woof.’ The said dog licks her face, making her giggle. “Rice, sit. Stop moving.”

He finally starts the engine of his car and heads to your house with Kia’s directions. “Why did you leave home?”

“I bought gift for my little sister!” She shows off the flower.

“Next time, don’t leave the house without your parents. What if you got lost? You’ll never see your papa again,” Kita scolds her, eyes on the road.

“It’s okay. Kyo hates me,” Kia responds, a hint of sadness in her voice. Kita places a hand on her head, petting her.

“Don’t say that. Your papa loves you so much.”

They arrive in front of your house, so Kita carries Kia to the front door. He knocks on the door, hoping they’re at the right house.

Inside the house, Mina hears the knocks. She hits Kiyoomi on the face, waking him up. “Kya! Kya!”

“Huh?” Kiyoomi is still in a daze. He hears the knocks, so he places Mina back in the bassinet and he dashes out to the front door. Who could be knocking at his door so early in the morning? He checks the monitor and sees Kita and Kia?

Kiyoomi opens the door quickly, confused as hell. “Good morning, Sakusa-san.” Kita bows to him so he bows as well. Kia squirms off Kita and enters the house quickly to look for Mina. “Kia went out to the flower fields on her own today.”

“She did?” Kiyoomi’s sleepiness has vanished upon his words.

“Yes. And I think she might be a little upset with you,” Kita tells him.

“Ah, yes, she is. Can I know what she told you?” Sakusa awkwardly asks.

“She said you don’t love her,” Kita answers nonchalantly.

“Is that so?” Sakusa frowns. “Thank you so much for bringing her home. Thank you.” He bows multiple of times as Kita heads to his car.

Kiyoomi returns inside and sees Kia presenting the flowers to Mina. “I’m sorry for hurting you yesterday, Mina. Neechan promises not to do it again.” She plants a kiss on her forehead and the baby giggles.

“Kia,” Kiyoomi calls out and she nervously faces him. He squats down to be on the same level as her. His heart is still aching from the reason why Kia is acting like this towards him. He can’t get mad at her. “Don’t leave the house without me or your mama, okay?” She nods. “Give me a kiss.” Kia ignores him and heads to her room instead.

You get out of your room, just woken up. You see the flowers on the floor and ask Kiyoomi where it’s from. He explains to you and you get worried. “We should change the door knob.”

Kia comes out of her room with papers and a box of crayon. She sets it on the coffee table of the living room and starts scribling.

You and Kiyoomi are on the couch, just watching her. Mina is wide awake, watching her sister draw. Kia shows her a drawing. “Look, Mina! It’s me, you, and mama!”

“How about me?” Kiyoomi pouts.

“Here.” Kia points at a dot in another piece of paper. You chuckle, Kia’s response is just way too funny.

“But Kia, I am your father. I should be on the same paper,” he whines.

“No, Kyo isn’t my papa.” Kia continues to draw. Kiyoomi huffs then an idea pops in his mind. He stands up from the couch and heads to his room. A minute later, he comes back out with his training duffel bag.

“You are so petty,” you tell him and he just shrugs. Kia is his daughter and he knows how to push her button. If she’s still not crying after him this, then, maybe he isn’t her father after all.

You take out your phone and start recording. “I’m going to practice now,” Kiyoomi says loudly. Kia continues to draw, but the grip on the crayon is much tighter.

“Have fun,” you tell him, going along with him. He goes to you and kisses you all over your face. Kia eyes you, her head hung low. She mentally counts the kisses Kiyoomi is giving you.

‘That’s a lot of tomorrow.’ Kia thinks, her scribbles getting uneasy. She sees Kiyoomi go to Mina who is settled beside her. He kisses Mina a lot of times as well. ‘That’s already more than ten tomorrows!’

Kia waits for Kiyoomi to kiss her, but he just passes by her. You record the pain in Kia’s eyes as she looks up to his figure in disbelief. Kia storms off the room and goes to yours. She comes back with a face mask on hand.

“Have fun,” Kia deadpans at Kiyoomi, handing him the face mask. He looks defeated. You stiffle in your laughter, not wanting to rub salt on deep open wound.

“I will,” Kiyoomi scoffs. He won’t lose to this battle of pride against his daughter. He turns his heels to head to the front door, his footsteps loud and painfully slow in Kia’s ears.

Kiyoomi finally turns the knob of the door and Kia starts wailing. She runs to the entryway and wraps her arms around his knee.

“Don’t leave,” Kia cries. Kiyoomi picks her up, a successful smile plastered on his face. “Papa, please don’t leave!”

“Papa?” Kiyoomi cocks an eyebrow at her. “I thought I’m not your papa.”

“You’re my papa. You’re Kia’s papa,” Kia says in between sobs. She tightly hugs him, her face buried in her shoulder, leaving a wet patch on his shirt.

“Then do you love me?” Kiyoomi asks her.

“Yes. I love papa so much!” Kia claims, then cups his cheeks. She plants a kiss on his forehead, then he smiles at her.

“I love you so much more.” He nuzzles his nose against hers, her cries turning into giggles.

Kiyoomi finally sighs in relief, his worries leaving his body. He doesn’t want history to repeat itself. He wants Kia to feel loved by him because he promised her. He doesn’t want Kia to slip off his fingers even if he’s holding her tightly already. He doesn’t care if his daughters are full of snot and germs, he wants to hold them as much as he can because he knows that one day he won’t be able to do that.

He silently chuckles. He can’t believe he used to hate children. He just can’t see that self of his anymore. He thinks that if you never returned and he didn’t meet Kia, his life would be a void. He can’t think of anything that he’ll be doing now if he doesn’t have you and his daughters.

Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits it. He loves children, especially his children.

As you watch the two of them, you feel something curl in your stomach. You quickly get off the couch and run to your bathroom. You throw up in the toilet, holding your hair away from your face. The familiar feeling hitting you like a truck.

“No fucking way,” you curse under your breath. You get up from the floor and wash your face, gargling before you get out with a tight feeling on your chest.

You see the three or them cuddling on the couch, as the Transformer movie plays. Kia under Kiyoomi’s arm while Mina is lying on his chest. You smile at the sight, but then you remember your problem.

“Omi,” you call him but he doesn’t respond, since his eyes are glued to the screen as well. “Sakusa Kiyoomi.” His head literally whips to your direction as he hears his full name come out of your mouth.

“Yes, angel?” He tries to act calm, wondering why you’re sounding so serious. You keep quiet.

You remember leaving him because he didn’t want kids. You remember how he hated Kia so much but then got wrapped around her little finger. You don’t feel great joy seeing him and your two daughters cuddling so comfortably on the couch. You’re thankful that they’re getting along and Kiyoomi came along halfway and embraced parenthood.

But you don’t know how he’ll react to your announcement seeing how happy and contented he is now with his two daughters at the moment. You’re not sure if he’ll want to have an addition this early.

“Baby, are you okay?” Kiyoomi snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Ah, yes, sorry.” You settle between his legs, your head on his stomach, just below Mina’s small feet.

“What were you going to tell me?” Kiyoomi reminds you.

“I forgot,” you giggle, hiding your nervousness.

“Are you sure?” Kiyoomi asks and you nod. He doesn’t push the topic. He places a on your head, massaging your scalp. “I suddenly thought of something.”

“What is it?” You sit up, and you see a look of discomfort on his face.

“Atsumu’s wife is pregnant with sons, right? Which means that his children will be on the same age group as our Mina. What if his sons fall in love with our Mina and then she will be stuck in a love triangle with them! Then she will eventually choose one of them and she will become a Miya! Which means I will be haunted by Atsumu forever!”

You giggle at his rambles, wondering where it came from. “I don’t think you should be worrying about Mina. I think it’s our other child who’ll be in a love triangle with Atsumu’s sons.”

“Huh?” Kiyoomi sits up, his full attention on you. “What are you trying to say? Don’t beat around the bush.”

“I think I’m pregnant again.”

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Facts:

Kiyoomi has finally gotten the son he asked for and he’s with Atsumu’s sons future love interest.

They’re named Sakusa Kin and Sakusa Mira

ha ha ha jokes on you all, this is not the last chapter

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