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tanakax123 · 4 years ago

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Hello! Can I request an angst to fluff headcanon or scenario (whatever’s most convenient for you) of HQ boys reacting to reader (their crush) suddenly not calling them by their nickname given (by reader)? (for example: from Yams to Yamaguchi) because reader is afraid that they’re being clingy?

(They both pine over each other but is not in a relationship yet because reader is too dense to see that the feeling is mutual)

(sakusa, kenma, suna, kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa) (just choose whatever’s less bothering for you)

Thank you! You can ignore this if it’s too complicated, I love your writing, btw! Have a great day<33

when their crush stops calling them by their nickname

feat. Kuroo, Iwaizumi

♡ a/n: omg omg omg I love these sorts of like ‘withdrawn’ reader requests hehe. I only did two today to test the waters, but I’m definitely inclined to do the rest of these boys too hehe

KUROO

You and Kuroo had a cute hangout day scheduled, and the first place you two were going to was a new little cafe that opened up. And despite what Kenma had suggested, it was not a date. Kuroo simply didn’t see you that way.

“Hey Tetsu! I’m gonna head to the restroom real quick. If the waiter gets here and I’m not back you can order for me!” you say before skipping off to the restroom.

“Y/n I’m literally going to get something you hate on purpose” he calls after you, and you turn around to stick your tongue out at him.

After you finish, you peek your head out the hallway that led up to the restroom to see Kuroo still sitting there, his back faced toward you. You stealthily take out your phone to take photos to post on your story- but you stop when you hear the conversation he has with the waitress.

“Okay, and will that be all Tetsu?” the girl said, and instantly you felt your heart drop, did he know her?

“Uh.. I’m sorry what did you just call me?” Kuroo asked, taken aback.

“Oh, I just heard your friend call you that earlier. It’s super cute, totally fitting for you~” she said, batting her eyelashes at him.

Your jaw drops. Was she flirting with him. An uneasy feeling was growing in your heart but that was nothing compared to what Kuroo said next.

“Can you not call me that. I actually hate that nickname.” he said with no particular emotion in his voice. Instantly the waitress went wide-eyed apologized and let Kuroo know that his order would be out shortly.

Did he actually hate the nickname that you so often called him? The two of you weren’t even dating, perhaps he saw it as too much for him?

You made your way back to your seat, and when you caught a glimpse of Kuroo’s face, you saw how serious it looked. But the moment he saw you it brightened up. Seeing that sudden shift made you feel even worse about the situation.

“Hey, I just ordered!” he said.

You slowly nod at him, “Thanks Kuroo!” well, might as well slowly transition into using his surname since he hates hearing ‘Tetsu’.

Kuroo’s own eyes snap up at you, but before he could say anything the food arrived. The rest of the time at the cafe was spent eating and talking about how the two of you should bring Kenma here next time.

When the two of you exit the cafe, you’re still feeling a bit dejected from earlier, but you figure that maybe it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. Plus, you would be respecting your friend’s boundaries so there’s nothing to feel guilty about!

“Oh hey, thank you for paying for me Kuroo, I owe you one!” you cheerily say, but after walking a few paces you stop and turn to see that Kuroo had stopped.

“??? Kuroo, what’s wrong?” you ask, worried he wasn’t feeling too well.

“You did it again.” he murmurs, looking down at you. His eyes pierced yours, and even though there was already a significant height difference, you couldn’t help but feel even tinier under his stare.

“I- I’m sorry? What did I do?”

“You overheard the conversation didn’t you” Kuroo says, his voice still sounding so serious it gave you chills.

“..I don’t know what you’re talking about” you lie, even though there was no use in doing so. Kuroo always knew how to read you like a map, and any slight change in behavior was terribly noticeable. You try to walk away from him, but he holds onto the back of your jacket, pulling you back and forcing you to face him.

“Listen, I know you heard what I told the waitress, and that’s why you stopped calling me Tetsu after that.” he said, watching your eyes widen and dart from his gaze.

“Yeah, so what” you mumble, “I’m just trying to respect your boundaries...”

Kuroo pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Y/n, first of all I told the waitress that because she was being kinda annoying and unprofessional. Second of all, you’re the only person I want to hear that nickname from, okay? It’s really cute coming from you.”

“O-oh... I see. Okay... Tetsu” you manage to stutter out, and Kuroo smirks at the sight of your blushing face.

“Hmm, that’s quite an interesting reaction to my words Y/n. I wonder what else you’re hiding” he teased and your eyes widened at him- he couldn’t have possibly known about your feelings for him, right?

“I suppose I could just.... no I guess I shouldn’t try to coax it out of you, that’s no fun. I very much prefer to wait until you’re comfortable to tell me.” he winks at you and you feel your heart practically pounding out of your chest. He knew.

“Well, that’s fine, although I prefer you tell me sooner rather than later, because there’s something I’d like to reveal to you too. Anyways, let’s go to our next destination” he teases once again, ruffling your hair and pulling out his phone to check the itinerary.

You’re still baffled at what just happened. Kuroo managed to hint at everything without even saying a single detail.

Looks like you were wrong. Kuroo did see you in that way.

IWAIZUMI

“Iwa-chan~” Oikawa calls out. The three of you were having a cute picnic at the park- a tradition of yours- and Iwaizumi was the last to arrive. Honestly, you were about to call out to Iwaizumi but Oikawa had you beat.

“Honestly Y/n-chan, you need to be more prepared otherwise someone else is gonna swoop in and steal him before you get the chance to confess!” Oikawa says, making sure Iwaizumi is still a considerable distance away to not hear.

“Iwa-chan doesn’t even see me like that idiot” you roll your eyes. Sure, you liked him, but you rather much preserve the friendship than to make things awkward if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

But before Oikawa could reply, Iwaizumi had already reached you guys and the conversation halted.

“Oi- Shittykawa I thought I told you to stop calling me that” Iwaizumi said- and your brows furrowed.

Did Iwaizumi not like being called Iwa-chan? Granted you called him that out of habit from hearing Oikawa call him that- but over time you found it a fitting nickname for him. It was cute, just like him.

But now you started to reflect over it- did it actually bother him to be called that? You started to freak out just a bit. If Oikawa- Iwaizumi’s own childhood best friend- couldn’t call him an endearing nickname, what gave you the right to call him that.

“Y/n? You alright?” Iwaizumi asked, waving a hand in front of your face.

“Hm? Oh yeah sorry Iwa-ch...Iwaizumi” you say, clearing your throat.

You quickly turn to direct your attention to the picnic basket, taking out the food and snacks for everyone- only missing the brief moment of confusion displayed on Iwaizumi’s face.

The three of you sit down, with you putting a considerable amount of space between you and Iwaizumi. This entire time you couldn’t help but think that you were being too much with him- and it all stemmed from the whole nickname dilemma.

Unbeknownst to you, this awkwardness became evident whenever you talked to him. You kept stumbling on your words, always correcting yourself halfway through when you caught yourself saying ‘Iwa-chan’ and your whole demeanor seemed more closed off than usual. But neither Iwaizumi nor Oikawa brought this up.

During a moment of silence, Iwaizumi shoots a glance at Oikawa, who gives a brief nod.

“Oh shoot, I’m getting a phone call, be right back” Oikawa suddenly says, standing up, and walking a distance away from the picnic blanket. It was clear it was staged- everyone knows Oikawa is a terrible actor.

Still, even when it was you and Iwaizumi, you found it hard to make eye contact with him.

“Hey- what’s up with you today?” he asks.

“What do you mean Iwa-c... crap Iwaizumi?”

He scoots closer to you, and you scoot back.

“Please, you’re a worse actor than Oikawa. You’re starting to act more distant with me, did I do something wrong Y/n? Because if so, I’d really like to fix it if I can”

“You did nothing wrong!!” you blurt out, feeling bad that you caused Iwaizumi to feel a bit guilty.

“Then why do you call me Iwaizumi and not Iwa-chan. Don’t act like you don’t know either- you’ve been slipping up all day” your eyes widen when you came to realize that your own efforts were quite distinct even though you meant for these changed to be subtle.

“I-..... Well I don’t know I know you don’t like it when Oikawa calls you that- and then I was just thinking what if I was crossing some boundary by calling you that too? After all, you and Oikawa have been friends forever, so if he’s not allowed to call you that, then why should I be able to. And one thought led to another and I just wanted to make sure I was respecting your personal space” you ramble, choosing to look away from Iwaizumi’s intense stare.

But you hear him sigh.

“Shittykawa can’t call me that because he’s always so annoying about it- not that he’ll even stop. You’re not like that at all...” Iwaizumi pauses to get close to you, tilting your chin upwards so you can look at him again.

“And I would be pretty heartbroken if you kept trying to distance yourself from me when I’m trying to close the gap between us” he murmurs. But when Iwaizumi realizes how close his face is to you, he backs away a bit and tries to act natural- despite his rosy red cheeks.

Before you can respond to him, Oikawa comes back from his ‘phone call’. He eyes the both of you and sees how you both are sitting closer to each other with flustered faces.

“Ugh finally, are you two lovebirds going out now? I swear it was so annoying seeing you two pine over one another”

You and Iwaizumi dart your eyes at Oikawa, and the latter realizes that no- you two are not going out yet and he just made things even more awkward.

“Oh wow, another phone call- what are the odds!” Oikawa announces, and with slumped shoulders he heads back to where he was before.

...Time for another talk.

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tanakax123 · 4 years ago

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hiii I love your kuroo fic so much💞🥺, and goodluck for your blog too:), and also can i request fluff poly scenario with iwaoi where's iwa come home late and find oikawa and reader sleep on the couch waiting for him🥺 (you can ignore if this makes you uncomfy:) thxx

pairing: iwaizumi x reader x oikawa

genre: fluff

warning: like one curse word

a/n: thank you for requesting and thank you for your kind words ! i hope you all are taking care of yourselves and taking breaks when you need it . remember, a break can even be taking two minutes to just breathe and re-center yourself . i hope you enjoy ! xoxo, dani

it’s late. really late. iwaizumi sighed as he finally made his way to the apartment courtyard. exams have been kicking his ass the past week. he had been staying in the library well past midnight for the past few days studying and feeling guilty. guilty because it seemed like he was neglecting the two people he cared about the most in the world. you and oikawa had already finished exams and were now working on essays. he could easily study at home with you but he knew he needed the extra help and opted to study with his classmates who all helped each other attempt to understand the material. but in doing so, he hadn’t been able to spend much time with the two of you. he would come home after you and oikawa had fallen asleep and wake up after you had left. god, he missed you two. if he could just get through the next two days, he could finally shift his focus back to you.

opening the door to the apartment he was met with the silence he had gotten used to. he sighed again, missing how he would normally come home with oikawa and be greeted by your smiling face. now he was greeted with a covered plate of food and your two sleeping figures on the couch. every day he would text you saying that he would figure out dinner and that you didn’t have to wait up for him. every day you and oikawa would ignore it and continue to leave food out. if he was being honest, he was kind of glad the two of you ignored his requests. despite not being able to physically see you, this little gesture made him feel loved. it made him feel like he was still being cared for.

today in particular though, he felt especially guilty. for a whole week, you and oikawa had been providing food for him and staying up to wait for him and he hadn’t given anything back. exhaustion was also finally creeping up to him and he’s now realizing how much he just wants to lay in your arms and stay there until your bodies ached from no movement. he knew you were exhausted as well and yet you still waited. looking at oikawa with his legs curled underneath him and his head resting in his arms and your smaller frame snuggled up against him, iwaizumi felt his heart swell. he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up against you as well.

quietly setting his bag down, he knelt in front of you, carefully wrapping his arm around your waist and resting his other on oikawa’s thighs. his body ached as he placed his head in your lap and let out yet another tired sigh. god, he was so tired.

he felt you moving and looked up to see that you had opened your eyes. you just smiled at him and reached your hands out to run your fingers through his hair. leaning into the touch, the guilt came back.

“i’m sorry…”

“why do you say that?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

“i’m making you and tooru wait for me. you’re probably tired too and i’m making you wait and leave out food and-”

“shh, hajime.”

he looked up at you again, your eyes still tired but still full of the love you always had for him.

“you work hard. we know you’re stressed about exams and we want to help by giving you one less thing to worry about.”

“you’re still staying up late for me though…”

“because i want to make sure you come home safely.”

iwaizumi pressed his face into your thighs and tightened his hold on your waist. his stress momentarily leaving his body as he felt your love encompass him.

“i’m so tired...” he confessed, voice slightly muffled against your thighs.

“mm… then how about you just rest tonight?”

before he could respond, oikawa’s soft sleepy voice interrupted.

“iwa-chan is home!”

both of your attention turned towards the brown haired male. it was clear that he was still half asleep judging from his barely open eyes and his head still in his arms. but that didn’t stop him from reaching a hand out to rub against iwaizumi’s shoulder. readjusting himself slightly, his breathing steadied and he had fallen back asleep. quiet filled the room again and iwaizumi could feel his own eyelids becoming heavy. maybe tonight, if he won’t listen to his own body, he should listen to you. you who had made the effort to make sure he was fed and safe and properly taken care of. who constantly reminded him that he was loved when all he could focus on was his stress. and who’s calming voice was the last thing he heard before his exhaustion finally took over. thank god for you.

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tanakax123 · 5 years ago

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— crush

Iwaizumi Hajime x reader (ft. Mattsun. Makki, Oikawa)

summary : you are Iwaizumi’s sweet innocent girlfriend, so loved and protected by him. Little did you know, his friends also couldn’t keep their eyes over you. Matsukawa for the longest time secretly admired you, always did. Iwaizumi notices his friends behaviors.

words: 5.3k

warnings : smut , nsfw , voyeurism, unprotected sex, possessive behaviour, corruption kink, characters are 18

a/n: first Iwaizumi writing! so this was supposed to take a much darker turn with Matsukawa but I decided otherwise, still weary of posting much more risque content. So, anyways, enjoy some smutty smut smut with Iwaizumi, future athletic trainer. Let me know what you all think!

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tanakax123 · 5 years ago

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THE WAY I ACTUALLY SCREAMED OMG UR WRITING IS SO FUCKING GOOD ARGGGG

pov: he’s a racer and you’re the finish line.

tooru oikawa x f!reader (feat. atsumu miya)

summary: driven by the thrill of illegal street racing, an esteemed racer from Miyagi shows up and makes a tough bet against your abusive boyfriend in exchange for you.

genre: angst, streetracer au

warnings: illegal street racing, mentions of gambling, abuse/abusive relationships, swearing, violence, drug use, atsumu and oikawa as rivals

a/n: highly inspired from this beautiful fanart and from the 2 Fast 2 Furious movie bc i’m in love with it (missing brian o’conner hours). i had to cut it into three parts bc it’s super long. and also!! i love atsumu w all my heart pls note that his character here is not the way i depict him irl :>

masterlist.

[1/3]

Sometimes you wished you could run away.

You thought about leaving everything behind and moving to a different city, a different environment, away from this scene that was once a heaven but had turned into hell. It wasn’t like you had any choice but you were dreaming of the idea because you knew it was possible. You knew you could run away and live on your own, perhaps not now, but when you finally had the opportunity to do so.

“Just go check the engine and see it for yourself!”

For the past hour, you’ve spent your time exhaustingly listening to your boyfriend yell at his phone and completely lose his temper over something trivial. If you were honest, you didn’t wish to be sitting next to him right now but there was almost no escape to the sound of his loud voice as you find yourself inside his car that was parked at the side of an empty road in front of a local 7Eleven.

The frown on Atsumu’s face was easily noticeable along with his furrowed brows and clenched jaws. This facial expression was something you’d gotten used to seeing lately and you wanted to see him smile, even for a brief second, because you could barely remember the last time he ever genuinely looked happy next to you.

“I fucking told you I’ll get there on time!” he yelled angrily, almost crushing the phone on his veiny hand. “Stop asking stupid questions, ‘Samu!”

You let out a weary sigh. Poor Osamu.

His twin had to deal with Atsumu’s temperamental attitude and mood swings that only got worse recently because he was often under the influence of drugs. Neither you and Osamu could stop the guy from taking the substance until it came to a point where you just gave up. It was futile. The only two things that Atsumu lived for were street racing and drugs. He claimed it always gets him pumped to race against the best racers in Hyogo in hopes of winning a hefty sum of cash.

6 years ago, Atsumu was still fairly new to the street racing scene, only ever sticking to his Hyogo usuals, and rarely meeting the real guys that defined the street racing culture in all Japan.

6 years after and he still knew only handful of racers outside Hyogo because he rarely participated out-of-town races despite being known as the best in their prefecture. He had been invited to join races in Tokyo but he never dared to drive all the way there to prove himself because he claimed that ‘Tokyo is not the standard’. The thing about Atsumu was how he believed people were underneath him and that he didn’t need the number of experience to prove that he was the best. In Atsumu’s brain, he simply just had to beat the best racer of them all and that would instantly put him to the top. He believed respect was something innate to him, not something he had to earn.

But other than reality punching his gut, he was also a sore loser. Not that Atsumu had ever been defeated before, but he hated the mere idea of losing so he’d challenge anyone and everyone that were a threat to his reputation. He’d often wager heck loads of cash to lure racers in and beat them while shoving it in their faces.

“‘Samu, I’ll talk to you later,” Atsumu hissed on his phone, reaching for the pack of cigarettes that he had placed on the cup holder. “Useless piece of shit.”

“Relax,” you asserted. “You don’t wanna stress yourself before your race later.”

After realizing that his pack was, in fact, empty, he crumpled the small carton on his hand and took out a bill from his pocket. The same bill he was holding was later thrown to your direction before he gestured his head over to the store. “Buy me a pack,” he ordered in a nonchalant tone, treating you like a dog that could go fetch things for him.

What a prick.

“You don’t have to be such a fuckin’ asshole.” Although you were angry at his rude behavior, you still picked up the money he’d carelessly thrown and removed your seat belt—all these while muttering, “I swear one day I’m gonna leave your ass.”

“Say what?” He eyed you questioningly, to intimidate you which he found normal to do.

You chose to get out of the car before he could say anything further. “Nothing.”

“Whatever, bitch. Just get it fast!”

You slammed the door on his face and dragged your feet towards the store in frustration. The cold air from the airconditioning and the smell of the convenience store food greeted you as soon as you got inside. Only the checkout person was in there and you would have obliged to Atsumu’s request of buying him a cigarette ‘fast’ but the rudeness in his tone made you want to stall a little.

With a small and nasty scoff leaving your lips, you first headed towards the beverage section instead to get yourself a Mitsuya Cider. However, as you grab hold of the last standing bottle on the fridge, your hand came in contact into another person who held the same drink as you.

“I saw it first,” he promptly claimed, side-eyeing you to uphold his authority.

The guy was tall with tanned skin that matched his bronze hair and caramel eyes, but those weren’t his most noticeable traits. It was the bandaid on his cheek, the dragon tattoo on his neck that extended to his forearm, and the multiple piercings on his ear—all adding to the intimidation from his overall look. You found it quite contradicting that he had a cute, pretty boy face while also carrying a scary, bad boy aura around him. Fact was: you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.

Still, you snorted, holding onto the bottle tighter. No matter how handsome he was, you weren’t going to give him the pretty privilege. “I held it first, piss off.”

“I like girls who fight back.” He displayed a mirthless smile as he refused to let go, now looking at your face with great interest. “I’ll let you have it if you answer my survey.”

Survey? You rolled your eyes, raising an eyebrow afterwards, “What survey?”

The guy slipped his hand from inside the pocket of his ripped jeans before pulling out his phone. “You see, just put your name in here and your phone number for reference.”

You hated how he was grinning so smugly but at the same time, you found his boldness entertaining. He was shooting his shot and you could tell by his stance that he expected you to give in.

“Nice try. I have a boyfriend,” you informed, remembering that you were keeping a guy with anger management issues waiting in his car.

The brown-haired guy shrugged. “So? I don’t see him.”

“You don’t wanna see him.” You released the bottle on your hand. “He’s insane.”

Literally, because not even a few seconds after, Atsumu showed up from behind you with a heavy frown on his face. “The fuck’s takin’ you so long?!” He noticed the guy standing on your other side and scowled before turning back to you. “Give me the fucking money! I’ll buy the pack myself.”

You really thought he would incite a fight, or at least an argument against the brown haired guy, but it caught you off guard when he simply stormed off and paid for the pack of cigarette he’d badly wanted to get.

Perhaps there was just a lot going on his head for him to even give a shit about you talking to another guy. Or, maybe, he just didn’t care that much anymore.

“He seems pleasant,” the brown-haired guy commented, grabbing the bottle and handing it to you. “It’s yours. Just remember my name, it’s Tooru Oikawa.”

He said all that with a mischievous wink before he walked out of the store just after you paid for your stuff.

And, honestly...

Why did you ever think that Atsumu was all fine and dandy with it?

Because when you walked out of the store, you saw him on the sidewalk throwing a cold-blooded punch on Tooru’s face.

“What the hell, Atsumu!”

You hurried next to Tooru who simply laughed despite the blood on his mouth that he easily spat out. “You know what happens to people who marks this pretty face?” he jeered at your boyfriend.

Atsumu glared at him, unfazed. “I don’t give a shit. Back off my girl or you won’t live to see the next sunrise.”

“Bring it on, blondie.”

“Stop it!” you yelled, pulling Atsumu away and sending Tooru an apologetic look.

While the the two guys sent each other a death stare, you insisted on keeping Atsumu away from him because you knew the danger that awaited Tooru if this escalated. You knew by experience that your boyfriend could be an extremely violent guy, especially when he was fueled by anger and you certainly didn’t want to witness another epidode of it.

You were successful at making your boyfriend back off, however it seemed that his irritation had shifted onto you because he harshly shoved you inside his black and gold Nissan GT-R. If not for your good reflexes, you would have hit your head at the roof of his car but you managed to get inside even with the pain searing on your shoulder.

Before you knew it, Atsumu already revved up his engine and drove the car off at once—speeding on the street without a single care in the world. There was absolutely just silence inside, not a single music playing on his stereo except for the sound of his roaring engine, and it went on for a couple more minutes until he spoke again in an authoritative voice.

“You’re bold for tryna flirt with another guy in front of me.” He gritted his teeth with eyes on the road. “Do it again or I’ll fucking strangle you.”

A bitter laugh naturally left your lips. He was surely good at this whole threatening game. “You’re one to talk, Atsumu. I’m not the serial cheater between the two of us.”

You frankly lost count of the amount of times that Atsumu had cheated on you with different girls that he met from every race and you were certain that he’d probably fuck one of those skanks again tonight, so it was hypocritical for him to act jealous now.

“So you’re gonna get back at me?” He snorted of overflowing sarcasm.

You kept a straight face. “If I fuck another guy, that’s none of your business at this point.”

You were proud of yourself for saying that to him but Atsumu’s sudden tight grip on your jaw stopped the sarcastic smile from tugging at your lips. At that moment, you could only feel anxiety building up. This was painfully how your relationship with him has become—him, being abusive and you, taking all the abuse because you had no other choice.

Your reason for staying? You practically spent all your life being grateful for his family for welcoming you in with them after your parents died in a car crash when you were 8 years old. You had no one else. If Atsumu’s parents weren’t close enough with your own parents like family, nobody would have adopted you and you’d most likely be homeless.

Eventually, living with the Miya’s also meant that you got closer to the twins, just a little bit more to Atsumu than Osamu because of, well, love. Once upon a distant time when Atsumu was still completely lovable and sweet, you fell in love with him after years of trying to win your heart.

However, he drastically changed and your feelings changed, too. You were no longer sure if your reason for staying with him was still driven by just love, because you knew that that same love had turned into loathe.

Even if you and Atsumu had moved in together by yourselves, it only opened more flaws into your relationship because he was getting more and more comfortable at physically hurting you knowing that he was going to get away with it.

Because you’d end up forgiving him and you had no where else to go.

“You’re not in the position to talk back,” he spitefully reminded you, leaving warm tears filling your eyes from his strong hold on your jaw. He harshly released your face and continued driving, never saying sorry and never telling you he loved you.

———————————————————————

It was pretty quick for Osamu to point out the light marks on your jaw once he realized that they weren’t hickeys at all. They were bruises from his twin brother after he had almost choked you this afternoon because of his unwarranted jealousy. The better twin didn’t approve of his brother’s violence, however he couldn’t really persuade him into fixing his attitude because Atsumu wouldn’t listen to anyone but himself.

Besides, you weren’t their main concern for the night.

Tonight, you were at an abandoned parking lot with the Miya Twins, Suna, and Kita along with the other spectators who were all awaiting for another race to happen. Cars of different brands, designs, and modifications were all lined up in display for everyone to see. Every racer has their own crew and supporters cheering for them to possibly snatch the crown from the undefeated Atsumu Miya. Even though the whole place was pretty much loud, you could still hear someone blasting Act A Fool from their stereo with girls in mini skirts and crop tops surrounding the area. This had been a typical scene for you for the last 4 years of being known as Atsumu’s ‘trophy girlfriend’. He was putting you on display because you were always watching his races on the sideline even when he hardly ever paid attention to you.

That was also the reason why no one had dared to ask you out because, even if Atsumu was an open cheater, he would still threaten guys who ever tried to get near you.

“You showed up late,” Suna pointed out while sitting on the hood of his modified maroon Toyota GT86. Suna was the second best racer in the crew, albeit still considered a rookie for having lesser races than Atsumu.

“Fuck off,” was Atsumu’s answer before he left you alone standing next to his car as he went to meet Aran Ojiro, the race host/organizer for all the street races in Hyogo.

Since the moment you two arrived, Atsumu had never spoken another word to you and it left you hurt and most definitely infuriated. He was acting like you were the one who grabbed him by the jaw enough to bruise his face and frankly, you were growing tired of all the things he was doing to you.

“He hurt you again, huh,” Kita noted, briefly glancing at the light marks on your jawline. Kita was the contact of the crew—he was in charge of delivering messages and other information to the crew such as when the next race would be or if there were any cops on standby. He was the main man in terms of communication between the other gangs and the event hosts.

You touched your neck and wished you should have worn a turtleneck instead of the beige tank top and mini skirt because you realized that the bruises were far too obvious even at night time. “He didn’t really hurt me.”

“You don’t have to lie for that bastard.” There was a look of disapproval that came from Osamu when he shut down the hood of his brother’s car after carefully checking the car parts as the crew’s mechanic. “Just break up with him.”

He was only stating the truth because as you looked at Atsumu, he was far too busy entertaining some of the dumb bitches that surrounded him, whispering on his ear and playing with the collar of his shirt like a bunch of desperate whores. He even held one girl on the ass like he didn’t have a girlfriend watching him.

“Go fuck yourself, Atsumu. I hope you lose tonight,” you muttered from a distance, crossing your arm and sitting next to Sunarin who suppressed a cackle.

“Don’t wish that, we need the money too,” Suna joked, nudging your arm playfully. “Hey, why don’t you start racing? You can borrow my car and race for a pink slip so you can get your own.”

The term ‘racing for pink slips’ simply meant that you’d be able to obtain the opponent’s car as a prize if you won the race. You’ve thought about doing it before but you just weren’t confident that Atsumu would easily let you. Having your own car meant you’d have your own freedom to do what you wanted which was what he didn’t want.

“I don’t know,” you answered with a shrug. “Come on, Suna. Don’t act like you’d ever let me touch this baby of yours.”

He silently laughed as he played with his car keys. “Maybe you’re an exception ‘cause you’re a sister to me and I trust your driving skills.”

“My driving skills, huh.” You shook your head in good humor. “How’s the chick from your neighborhood that owned a pink Honda S2k?”

You brought it up because you remembered that there was a girl that Suna literally challenged for a race many times before but he always somehow ended up losing to her. You had a theory that maybe Sunarin liked her despite antagonizing the girl at every race, but you couldn’t also deny that she was a good driver overall.

It seemed that Kita caught on and proposed the same theory, “I swear you like her. This whole rival thing is just a front.”

“No, the fuck I don’t,” Suna quickly denied, absolutely detesting the thought.

Before you could even respond, a scene-stealer and perfectly modified electric blue Chevrolet Corvette pulled up in the middle of the lined cars completely taking everyone’s full attention. Literally everyone in the parking lot stopped what they were doing as they all turned to the gorgeous car in both curiosity and amazement.

“Woah, woah! Is that a Corvette C7?” some guy fanboyed from the other side of the parking lot.

“Think it’s a C8 Stingray, bro!”

“Sick car!” Suna gushed, just as awestruck along with the other racers and spectators. He even took out his phone to snap a quick photo of it.

However, it wasn’t the car that surprised you the most, it was the driver.

As soon as the owner got out of his car, you almost shit your pants at the sight of him. The brown hair, the tattoos, the smirk—they were all familiar to you.

“Tooru Oikawa,” you spoke in utter surprise. He asked you not to forget his name and you definitely couldn’t.

You watched the guy earn looks of intrigue from everyone like a famous celebrity as he made his way to greet Aran who was collecting bets for tonight’s race. You couldn’t hear their conversation because the song Like A Pimp was playing from a stereo nearby, however you did notice that Oikawa and Aran seemed to know each other well.

You just couldn’t believe it. It felt like such a crazy coincidence that the man that flirted with you earlier was a street racer after all because it was the least you expected from him.

“You know the guy?” Osamu asked you, eyeing Oikawa who was grinning at whatever Aran was saying to him.

You nodded with your eyes still stuck on the said guy. “Yeah. We, uh, bumped into him this afternoon.”

Fuck. You were suddenly reminded of how Atsumu punched this guy in the face after he had asked for your number.

And funnily enough, all the girls that flocked Atsumu were now directing their attention towards this newcomer. You couldn’t blame them. It seemed to have riled your boyfriend up because his hands were balled into fists as soon as the two guys recognized each other. Tooru wasn’t affected, in fact, they faced each other like two boxers preparing for a brawl. His face was simply smug and definitely the annoying kind of smug.

“Oh no,” you mumbled, pulling Suna and the crew towards them. “They had an altercation earlier. We need to prevent another fight.”

By the time you came to Atsumu’s side, you could already hear the insults and remarks coming out of your boyfriend’s mouth. Jesus.

“So what’re you tryna do here, huh?” he taunted, keeping a strict eye contact with Tooru. “Showing off your daddy’s car?”

There were ‘oohs’ that collectively came from the crowd as you all watched the two run their mouths. Tooru, on the other hand, was even more entertained and something told you that this was also the kind of scene that he was used to.

“Not sure ‘bout that,” Tooru responded, derisively. “I’m not the one driving daddy’s old GTR. Yours is more expensive than mine after all, ain’t it?”

Atsumu was quick to grab him by the shirt. “Watch it, punk.”

Your instinct led you to get in between and separate the two for the second time today. Suna and Osamu helped with holding Atsumu back while Tooru’s eyes finally found yours at that exact moment.

His lips instantly formed its trademark smirk just as he completely glued his gaze on you and never even bothering to look away. This very act was a declaration of war against Atsumu, because although knowing that you already had a boyfriend, Tooru was still pursuing you.

“What’s up, baby,” Tooru greeted you with a wink, causing your boyfriend to fume in jealousy.

“Tooru, what are you doing here?” you asked, feeling all eyes on the two of you.

He didn’t even show the slightest interest towards anyone else but you. And even more, he seemed to have loved the fact that you referred to him by his first name. “Just thought it’d be fun to crash out-of-town races, plus I don’t wanna miss out on seeing a hot chick like you.”

Is he crazy?

Atsumu began laughing in disbelief. “I knew you’re not from here. Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?”

“Aran knows who the fuck I am,” Tooru answered, mocking Atsumu’s tone of voice before urging for Aran to speak up.

“Aight, this guy’s the Grand King from Miyagi,” Aran then explained, much to everyone’s shock.

The fucking Grand King?!

You’ve heard enough about him from some of the racers who did out-of-town races, and from what you’ve heard, Tooru got the moniker ‘Grand King’ because he would crash out-of-town races just to beat every single gang and crew leaders from all prefectures across Japan. Well, except Hyogo for now, but this was obviously on his list.

He was that good.

He was also insane, because no one in Miyagi was good enough to beat him which was why he would travel to every prefecture just to fill himself the thrill he wanted.

“Grand King, my fuckin’ ass,” Atsumu spat, pulling your arm roughly while looking at him. “Race me.”

You winced from Atsumu’s hold, whispering a silent “ouch” as his nails dug onto your skin. Oikawa noticed this because his eyes flickered in anger for a brief second.

“Let her go,” he ordered, only to receive your boyfriend’s sarcastic chuckle.

“I’ll do what I fucking want with her,” he claimed. “She’s mine.”

You tried to jerk your arm to no avail. “Atsumu, you’re hurting me—”

“Stop hurting her, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu commanded.

Atsumu became pissed at that. “Shut yer trap!” he yelled at his brother’s face before releasing you.

Your chest was aching along with the red marks on your forearm. Suna immediately pulled you behind him and stood to protect you while Atsumu continued his conversation with Oikawa.

“What, too scared to race me?” Atsumu mocked, pushing Oikawa’s chest to incite a brawl. “I thought you’re the Grand King, huh?”

“Ooh.. Fight! Fight! Fight!”

“I’m not scared to lose and I hate guys who have bigger mouths than their car’s engine,” Oikawa retorted in a firmer stance. “Let’s race. If I lose, you get my car and I’ll pay you a hundred grand to match the GTR’s price. Clean and clear.”

What the—

The stakes were high for Atsumu and everyone else were shocked at the offer Oikawa just gave him. Seriously. A hundred fucking grand and a Chevy Corvette C8—nobody in their right mind would reject this chance.

“You willing to say good bye to your car that easily?” your boyfriend sneered, already claiming his victory.

However, the Grand King remained confident. “I have a McLaren at home. I’m not worried about a Chevy, bro.”

The audience broke into hoots of laughter. Even Suna and Kita couldn’t prevent themselves from displaying an impressed smile. Something about Tooru Oikawa being unbothered about losing his Corvette because he had a freaking McLaren car definitely just thrashed on Atsumu’s superiority complex.

With this, Atsumu huffed in total aggravation. “And if I lose?”

“Simple.” Oikawa’s eyes met yours. “I get her.”

You froze from your spot as you looked into his eyes and just couldn’t wrap your mind around the deal he just made. Your heart doubled a beat and raced like it was on its sixth gear because never in a million years did you think that you were going to be wagered into a fucking street race like you were some kind of a trophy.

This is was just absurd.

You furrowed your brows. “Are you crazy—”

“Fine.” Atsumu’s answer completely shocked you along with the audience.

Fine? Did he literally just agree to hand you over to a stranger? Was it that easy for him to lose you like you didn’t build a relationship for the last few years? Over a fucking bet? You knew Atsumu no longer loved you like he used to but this was the peak of it.

“You know you can’t try to get her back once she’s mine, right?” Oikawa warned, watching Atsumu’s expression closely.

You were honestly offended at how they didn’t even consider your feelings before deciding on their crazy bet.

“Yeah,” Atsumu answered, clenching his fist to restrain his anger. “You can have her, but you have to get through me first.”

“Atsumu,” you snarled. “How fucking dare you.”

“Piss off,” he told you, watching Oikawa’s scoff from the way the guy completely disregarded your feelings.

It didn’t take long until the actual race was set and the audience surrounded the two. Aran later checked the modifications between both cars to decide if it would be a fair fight and all the while, Suna was doing his best to comfort you on the side.

“It’d be okay,” he said, rubbing your back.

Osamu ended up checking under the hood of Atsumu’s black and gold Nissan GT-R even though he already knew all of its specifications by heart. “Engine is a twin-turboed 3.6 liter V-6 with Nitrous Express in-car nitrous system,” he announced to an impressed crowd. “Also an intercooler and a 545 horsepower.”

“Top speed?” Aran asked, turning to the car’s owner.

“220mph,” Atsumu boasted, sending his opponent a nasty look.

Oikawa just nodded in agreement. “Not bad.”

Soon enough, they went over to the Chevrolet Corvette C8 and Osamu was greatly surprised when he checked what was under the hood.

“Engine is a 6.2 liter LT2 small-block V-8. He’s got a Lingenfelter Extreme-S exhaust and a NOS fogger system,” Osamu explained, turning to Aran who then looked at Oikawa.

“Top speed?”

The brown-haired guy shrugged. “200 minus the nitro.”

“No downplay?”

“You’ve seen it, bro.”

You could see the winning smile on Atsumu’s face at the fact that his car could go faster by 20mph and it made you roll your eyes heavily. No matter how fast his car was, it would always depend on the skill. Atsumu only ever cared about the speed than the strategy and the only reason he kept winning was because he owned one of the fastest cars.

“Aight, we good?” Aran clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention before he looked at the two racers. “All good? The race is a 5km stretch along the construction site. We got people bordering the area so you know the path. First one to get back wins.”

“Sounds good, man.” Oikawa grinned, making all the girls fall for his charm. He only appeared today, but he had already gained lots of fangirls.

Meanwhile, you were surprised when Atsumu approached you from where you stood and pulled you in for a rough kiss—in front of everybody—which he rarely did. And when he pulled away, he looked at you with less affection but more rage. “Get in the fucking car with me. I’ll show this prick who owns you.”

“I-I don’t—!” You couldn’t even decline because he already gripped your arm and pushed you inside while Oikawa watched in displeasure.

“Kissing her in front of me won’t make me want her any less,” Oikawa sniggered for one last time before getting in his car and Atsumu flicked him off soon after that.

“This is fucking stupid,” you hissed under your breath, leaning your head on the window with a frown.

The two guys revved their engine up as their cars were side by side in front of the red line. Aran stood in the middle to discuss the rules, the wager, and all the shit they needed to know before the race. You knew the two guys weren’t even listening because they kept glancing at each other tauntingly, with Atsumu staring daggers at Oikawa and Oikawa giving him a sardonic peace sign in return.

Despite the guy’s sarcastic wit, you didn’t miss the flash of sincerity when Oikawa briefly looked at you, most likely telling himself that he’d do whatever it took to win you. What you couldn’t really understand was why he chose you as the prize because this was just unreasonable. He must have wanted something else—something more.

And yet, this was the first time that someone was genuinely fighting for you.

As the flagger finally counted down to 1, Atsumu hit the gas pedal and immediately accelerated the car at a speed faster than you’ve ever seen him do. It was clear as day that Atsumu was fueled by anger and driven by the motivation to beat the other guy. And, you realized, it definitely wasn’t just about you. He was seizing the opportunity of dethroning the Grand King now that it was in his hands, whether he loses you or not, he was gearing more towards his pride and reputation than to keep you by his side.

To be fucking honest? It sucked.

Knowing that your boyfriend cared more about anything else than your own feelings. In the first place, he never regarded your feelings whenever he physically hurt you and now he was also disregarding you emotionally. Osamu was right—what was stopping you from just simply breaking up with him?

The fear of loneliness? The fear of being abandoned? It wasn’t enough for you to take all of the abuse and you should have realized that sooner.

“You know I’m not just an object, right?” you stated, watching him shift his gears aggressively.

“Shut the hell up!” he snapped, glancing at the rear view mirror as he went pass the Corvette. “I don’t know why that punk likes you so much but I’m not gonna let him touch my things.”

His words made you scoff, bitterly. “I’m a thing?”

“I said shut up, will you?!” He steered the car to the left with a scowl. “You’d be on the streets if we didn’t take you. You should humble yourself.”

His words hurt ten times worse than the pain he ever inflicted on your body. That was what you’ve been doing all this fucking time—not being able to leave because you felt like you owed him and his family for the life they gave you, but here he was pouring salt to the wound.

“You’ve changed, Atsumu,” you said, swallowing the bile forming on your throat. He didn’t even listen to you. He was too busy grumbling as Oikawa’s car drafted closely from behind.

His engine roared and you could hear Atsumu cursing under his breath as he made another turn.

Surprisingly, Oikawa skillfully oversteered his car and drifted with much precision until he was able to catch up in speed. The sound of his screeching tires rang on your ears for a few seconds, and in less than a minute, his car was head-to-head with Atsumu’s.

Oikawa’s face was visible from his window as he looked at your boyfriend, pulling a v-sign below his mouth and displaying his tongue in between—bluntly mocking your boyfriend with the sexual act that he planned on doing to you, whether or not it was genuine.

You weren’t going to lie. Oikawa’s sarcastic and carefree nature almost earned a chuckle out of you, but this caused enough rage for Atsumu to hit the NOS button.

It felt like your heart fell to your stomach when the car accelerated to a dangerous speed. The sound of the turbo was deafeningly loud that you’d think you were speeding off to another dimension.

“What’chu got now, huh?!” Atsumu derided, laughing in absolute mockery.

It was the last turn.

You clutched the seatbelt as you watched his speedometer go from 180 to 200, but not long until he saw a roadblock sign that ultimately caused him to panic.

“Watch out!” you nervously exclaimed.

Atsumu steered the car to the left and ended up losing his control for a brief second.

A mere 3 seconds.

But those seconds were enough for Oikawa to catch up again and utilize his own NOS, boosting his car with the power of nitrous.

“Aghh!” Atsumu pressed his foot on the accelerator in extreme anger, chasing Oikawa very closely and bumping into him side by side. “I’m not letting you win!”

For the first time throughout the race, you saw Oikawa’s serious face and how clearly focused he was in reaching the finish line with enough determination. His vision was only on the finish line and his focus could not be broken.

Good for him, because he did win by an inch.

Because you were his finish line.

The crowd ran and surrounded Oikawa’s car after he won the race while Atsumu pulled up behind and stayed in the car. He took long, deep breaths of frustration and you suddenly felt scared that he wasn’t going to take his defeat lightly.

“Atsumu, it’s—”

“You wanted this, right?” he suddenly spoke, chest rising and falling with his restrained temper. He soon grabbed a handful of your hair and looked at you with furious eyes. “You wanted to go to him! You wanted me to lose!”

“Atsumu, get... off—” You tried to pull his hand away from your hair. You expected he would take his anger at you like he always did, but not as soon as now. “Stop being a fucking dick to me! You’re the one who can’t race for shit!”

“You think I didn’t fucking see how you looked at him, huh?”

“Let me go!”

You were grateful when the crew came and Osamu was banging Atsumu’s window to get him to stop hurting you. His grip was strong but you managed to reach the lock with your other hand which was enough for Suna to open your door and help you off Atsumu’s hold.

“Dude, that’s enough,” Suna demanded, finally removing your bastard boyfriend’s hands off you with the help of Kita.

You didn’t realize that you were already a crying mess as soon as you got out of the car and the crowd’s attention had shifted onto you. Particularly a very angry Oikawa.

Some girls approached your side in both worry and concern.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“Are you okay?”

You couldn’t answer the kind girls that reached out to you because your eyes were fixated on Oikawa who was heading towards Atsumu to throw a hard punch on his face.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off her. You don’t hurt a girl like that!” Oikawa glowered at the guy, readying himself in case Atsumu fought back but Osamu and Kita held him tight.

“Race me again!” Atsumu proposed in utter vexation.

However, Oikawa had already turned his back and headed towards you.

“I don’t race losers,” he merely said, earning a growl from your now ex-boyfriend.

When your breathing had calmed down, you could see Atsumu trying to argue with Oikawa but the man’s attention was all on you.

“You good?” he asked, to which you nodded.

Before anyone could even speak again, there was a siren going off from a distance and the crowd quickly dispersed, with someone yelling, “Cops! Cops!” and it didn’t take long for the cars to drive off in every direction.

“Get in my car,” Oikawa insisted, opening the door to his Corvette.

“Y/N!” Atsumu yelled, eyeing you with authority and urging you to go to him. “You’re not going with him!”

You didn’t stay to see his reaction. “It’s over, Atsumu.”

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It was an exhausting night and the whole high-speed police car chase added to the rollercoaster of emotions that you just went through. But despite all that, there were also many things that you noticed about Oikawa while you rode with him in his car.

a) He was a really good driver

He managed to escape the cops’ line of sight by speeding off the freeway without causing damages or any casualties. At one point, he even drove in a narrow distance between two huge trucks while nearing 200mph.

b) He was pretty fucking smart

He was knowledgeable enough on how the police operates which was exactly why he managed to dodge the EMPs (Electro Magnetic Pulse) that the police officers tried to shoot on his car.

“What were those?” you inquired as he drove away from the city.

He glanced from his side mirror and then back to you. “They’re these hi-tech car zappers or tasers if you’re more familiar with that. If you get hit by one, it delivers a blast of radio waves powerful enough to knock out vital engine electronics, making the targeted vehicle stall and slowly come to a stop. That way they can catch and arrest you.”

You literally had no idea that those things even existed. “You’ve been arrested before, have you?” you asked, not meaning to offend him, but just out of curiosity.

His lips then spread into a smile. “No, they always give up on chasing me.”

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At 1AM, you realized that he was driving more relaxed after the cops had completely stopped pursuing him and then it clicked to you that this guy was now driving out of Hyogo.

“Where are we going?” you asked, looking at the road signage in panic.

He manned the steering wheel with one hand. “Home.”

You looked at him in surprise while your heart started thumping loud. Frankly, it still hasn’t sunk in that this guy won you as a prize and you had no single idea what he had in mind.

He quickly noticed the expression on your face and huffed, “You don’t wanna go back to that bastard, don’t you?”

It was an 11-hour drive from Hyogo to Miyagi so you definitely could not come back as easily as you wanted, but you also realized, you did want this. You had the chance to finally leave your life with Atsumu and start somewhere new. This was your cue. This was the perfect opportunity to do it.

Still, Oikawa was a stranger and would remain a stranger for the time being.

“N-No, but,” you hesitated, looking away. “I don’t trust you.”

“You can trust me not to hurt you like he does,” he said, turning his stereo on. “Relax. It’s a long drive and I’m not a serial killer, by the way.”

He offered a chuckle as you eased on your seat, taking a small blanket that he reached from the backseat while he kept a playful hand on your thigh. The song Tokyo Drift was playing from his bass-boosted stereo and gosh, you wished you could just keep watching him drive so attractively.

But there was another thing on your mind that was bothering you and you only got the courage to say it as he pulled up at a driveway of a motel in the middle of fucking nowhere.

“Tooru?”

“Mm?”

You looked at his caramel eyes. “What are we?”

“Whatever you want us to be.”

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library hymns

summary: iwaizumi wants to find out who keeps leaving him a bottle of water with a little note whenever he’d fall asleep in the library or the “I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying”

word count: 4.4k

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

a/n: it’s just all fluff from me rn bc i’m working on so much angst im in need of some fluff in my life

THE WIND COLLECTS THE LOOSE STRANDS OF YOUR HAIR as you hurry towards the library of your campus where you’d worked every night for a few good months now. Today wasn’t any different, and you’re scrambling to make it on time for your shift.

Not that you’d miss much. Your 10pm-2am shift was usually quiet which allowed you the time to do your homework or study or read whatever you’d like to. You often had the freedom to look through the books of the library anyway. At least that was the case when you first started, but about a week ago, you’d been having a constant visitor.

His usual setting? The campus library at 11pm. Cups of coffee hidden under the table in a weak attempt to conceal the fact that he was breaking library rules. He isn’t new to you at all — you’ve known him for a good week, but you made no comment about his studying habits.

“It’s that boy again.” muttered Yui, with an amused look on her face.

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message delivered | miya atsumu

this is part 2 to typing… find part one here!

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, size kink, light hair pulling, praise, oral (male & fem receiving), fingering

wc: 4.9k

A/N: this was supposed to be a 1.5k pwp. idk what happened. thank u to @atsumuse for hyping me up the entire time i was writing this and being my baeta

Two weeks. It’s been two weeks since that one crazy, unbelievable drunk night when you spilled your guts about how sexy you thought Miya Atsumu, MSBY Setter #13, was. Since then, it feels like you’ve constantly been walking on air. After Bokuto had so rudely interrupted your video call with Atsumu, the latter had been quick to give you his number, asking you if you had time the following day to “finish what we started”.

Unfortunately, you didn’t. As much as you wanted to drop all of your responsibilities, you’d had prior obligations and couldn’t find any excuse out of them. You cursed being an adult, responding with disappointment and shaky fingers, hoping that Atsumu wouldn’t ghost you for not jumping at the opportunity to meet up with him. Luckily, he was completely understanding, saying that the next time he’ll be in town will be in two weeks and that he hopes he’ll get the chance to see you then.

That didn’t stop you two from texting each other nonstop, especially now that you had his number. At first you were hesitant, not wanting to come off as too clingy or obsessive, but with every passing day and text exchanged between the two of you, that quickly wore off. It helped that Atsumu always returned your enthusiastic energy and reciprocated the eager itch you felt in your fingers.

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telling their s/o they’re being too clingy

w/ kenma, osamu, and suna!

part 1: here!

(a/n: ok so i got a couple requests for a second part of this prompt but i didn’t wanna post them separately so i compiled them here!!

there were different character requests so i’ll definitely keep that in mind for future reference :)) for this prompt, i wrote all of them in the timeskip if anyone needed clarification💞 anyways thank you guys so much for requesting; i hope you like it!

this is not my best work; i wrote this when i was really tired :( but i’ll try to make it up to y’all later hehe)

kenma

your boyfriend is pretty lazy himself honestly

he doesn’t like to go out and do stuff all that much

but at the same time he is pretty busy at home

most of the time he’s just gaming

even though he does most of his work at home, you don’t get to spend that much time with him

but today kenma was in an even worse mood than usual

he was irritated, tired, and felt like he was going out of his mind all day

but you hadn’t seen him at all today, so you’re not aware of this

you walk into his work room with some food (he hadn’t eaten all day) and sneak into his lap, pressed against him tightly, as you usually do

you talk about your day, rambling about random things and combing your hands through his hair, untangling the knots

you ask him if he has any laundry for you to clean, and he doesn’t respond

you poke at him

“kenma? babe? were you paying attention to—”

“fuck, y/n, can’t you just leave me alone for a day? i’m in a bad mood already, and i don’t need you smothering me. you always do this, y/n. i don’t need you to take care of me; i can do everything by myself.”

you hadn’t realized how annoyed your clinginess was

so you disentangle yourself, muttering an apology under your breath, and leave, closing the door behind you

the next day, kenma wakes up feeling a lot better than he did yesterday, despite having fallen asleep at his gaming desk.

for once, he’s actually hungry, since he refused your dinner last night. he feels a little bad about what he said to you, but you probably know that he didn’t mean it. sometimes he gets in these moods, and you know them better than anyone.

he gets up and goes to the kitchen to see what you’ve made for the both of you. surprisingly, you’re not in there, like you would usually be, and there’s no delicious aroma or evidence of use at all. maybe they left it in the fridge? he thinks. but the refrigerator is empty, too.

now that he thinks about it, the apartment is a little more out of shape than usual. some of his clothes lay wrinkled on chairs and his mangas are scattered where he left them, instead of in his work room where you always put them. strange, he thinks.

he sees you on the couch and brightens. he’s missed you, and he wants to ask you if you’d like to do something together today. it’s been so long since he’s been able to just be with you.

but when he approaches you, you just smile at him and get up, retreating into your room and closing the door. he stands there, confused.

he doesn’t understand why you’re acting so strange today.

but on your end..

his words from yesterday stung. you really loved to care for your boyfriend; it was one of your favorite ways to show him you loved him. but he didn’t see it that way, because he expressed that he felt smothered; that he could take care of himself. so you’ve decided to back off a little bit.

kenma is working in his room when he hears the door open. he sits, up, setting down his controller and waiting for you to settle on his lap like usual and cuddle him for a little while he plays. but instead, you creep in warily, like you don’t know if you’re allowed to be there. you see his eyes on you and freeze before slipping back out like you were never in there to begin with.

“y/n, wait—”

you’re already gone though, and now kenma’s actually concerned. he gets up and ventures out into the bedroom, where you’re huddled up on the bed. he sits down next to you and attempts to pull you in, which you refuse.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he whispers. “why are you being so distant today?”

there’s tears in your eyes, and you’re attempting to smile for him, but it just looks wobbly and wrong.

“isn’t that what you wanted?” you ask shakily. “y-you said i was smothering you, so i just thought—”

he cuts you off with a kiss, pulling you in sweetly and firmly, and you sigh.

“i’m sorry for lashing out at you last night,” he apologizes. “i didn’t mean anything i said to you, okay?”

you look up at him with teary eyes.

“i love the way you do things for me and tell me about your day and cuddle with me. i know i’m absolute shit at expressing it, but i really like it when you take care of me.”

he nuzzles your nose with his, pressing short and sweet kisses on your lips between sentences.

“so what you’re saying is.. cuddles?” you ask, hopeful. he stares at you, golden eyes half-lidded contentedly.

“whatever you want.”

osamu

you love everything about your relationship with miya osamu

the dates, the food (oh my GOD the food), the everything

but more than anything, you LOVE cuddling with him

he’s always warm and soft and snuggly

but yesterday, you and osamu got in a fight

you argued that he was spending so much time managing the restaurant that he was forgetting about you

he thought you were being absolutely ridiculous

“y/n, you’re overreacting. stop being over dramatic.”

“over dramatic? is that what this is? okay, sorry for wanting to have a moment alone with my fucking boyfriend!”

“it’s not my fault that you’re so fucking clingy?! don’t put this on ME. always forcing your dumb affection on me when it’s CLEAR that i don’t want you to!”

ouch😐

even after the both of you apologized and called it quits, you thought about it all night

maybe he was right

you went to bed and drifted into a fitful sleep

today is osamu’s day off, and he’s looking forward to having a day to relax with you.

after the fight the two of you had, he’s just happy to have the whole day to make up and spend some time together.

when he wakes up with you next to him, he nudges at you affectionately. you’re already half awake, and you smile back at him. he waits for you to take the cue and snuggle into his side like usual, so that the two of you can continue resting together, but you turn around on your side. he frowns.

later in the day, you’re watching a movie, and he tugs at your sweatshirt, hoping you’ll settle into his lap and give him some kisses. instead, you sit next to him, a little bit of space between you, and don’t look at him again.

then, the both of you are making dinner, and he comes up behind you, to which you dodge him skillfully. he almost whines; desperate for some affection. you’re not giving him anything today, and he’s getting touch-starved.

“baby, is something wrong?” you ask at his frown.

he shakes his head and continues chopping vegetables.

the two of you have gotten ready for bed and are laying under the covers when he crawls over to you and lays his arm over your torso. you push him off gently, only for him to put it on you again. you sigh.

“babe—”

“why won’t you let me cuddle you today?”

honestly, you want nothing more than for him to cuddle you all day, holding you in his arms. but clearly it’s annoying, and you’d like to avoid fights like the one you had last night at all costs.

“last night.. you mentioned that i force my affection on you. and i realized that you were right. and i’m just working on it, okay?” you look away.

osamu’s heart sinks. you’re still on this? he thought he’d made it clear that he truly didn’t mean anything he said during the fight, but he realizes that insecurities don’t just go away.

“baby..” he whispers, pulling you into his lap. you won’t look at him. “look at me.” you shake your head, so he brings your chin up with his hand.

“you don’t ‘force’ your affection on me, okay? i love how affectionate you are with me. i like that you can feel safe in my arms and that you like being close to me all the time. it’s the way you express your love for me, and i think it’s perfect.”

tears well up in your eyes, so you bury your face in his chest to hide it.

“i love you so much, ‘samu,” you whisper, sniffling.

he smiles softly down at you, and pulls you in even closer, flush against him.

“and i love you.”

suna

suna is a very lowkey, chill person

this applies to basically everything in his life

but when he gets angry it’s very easy for him to lash out

yesterday, suna had a terrible day

he was just getting irritated by everyone and while he wanted to come home and rest, he didn’t want to deal with your questions

but you didn’t know about how his day went, so you asked him questions anyway, hoping to find out how he was feeling and if he needed anything

but his annoyance was growing, and you weren’t picking up on it

you laid a hand on his arm, and that’s when he finally lost it

he shoved your hand away, irritated

“can’t you just leave me alone? i don’t want to talk to you right now, and you being clingy isn’t helping.”

you reeled back, stung, but decided you’d leave him alone

you slept on the couch, afraid to upset him even more

suna wakes up to the sun filtering through the blinds, and slides a hand over to your side of the bed, expecting to find you lying next to him, but comes up empty. he frowns, missing your warmth.

he gets up and moves to the living room, finding you lying on the couch. he nudges you gently to wake you up.

“good morning, baby,” he whispers against your lips, and you don’t even smile at that, just grabbing your blanket and relocating to the bedroom. he’s confused by your mood, and follows you back into the bedroom.

“you wanna cuddle?” he offers, slipping into the bed next to you, only for you to hmph petulantly, rolling over on your side, away from him.

that’s weird, suna thinks. y/n almost never refuses my cuddles.

you do wake up later, seeing rintarou in the kitchen, and take out a snack from the pantry, ignoring his own offers to make you food.

it’s not that you’re mad at him, because you’re really not, but you’re still a little hurt at how he treated you last night. you know he was just having a bad day, but now you don’t want to receive his affection, scared to come off as annoying again.

“baby, are you mad at me?” he asks when the two of you are in bed. you shake your head, eyes still glued to your book.

rintarou tries again to cuddle you, but you push him away again. he sighs, unsure why you’re acting this way. he takes your book and closes it, inciting a reaction from you.

“hey, you didn’t even bookmark—”

you stop short at seeing his gaze locked on you and shrink back.

“then why aren’t you being affectionate with me?”

you sigh, not wanting to get into this now.

you do anyway.

“you called me annoying, rin. excuse me for not wanting to be affectionate when apparently that behavior is irritating,” you mumble.

suna stops short. annoying? how could you have ever been— oh.

suna had completely forgotten about last night. he never apologized for lashing out at you.

ignoring your protests, rintarou pulls you into his chest and noses at your hair.

“‘m sorry,” he mutters into your hair, breathing you in and basking in your warmth. you still, and he pulls you close. “i’m sorry for calling you those things, okay? please don’t stop being affectionate with me; i miss it,” he admits, and you finally look up at him.

“i’m not annoying?” you ask, voice tiny.

“no, baby. i love your cuddles and your kisses and how adorable you are when you’re sleepy. i just love you.”

you’re speechless at his honesty, so you just nuzzle at his collarbone and breathe his scent in instead.

“you know, you acted like a child today,” he teases.

“shut up and cuddle me.”

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Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house.

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

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typing... | miya atsumu

After a drunken night with your friends, the last thing you expect to wake up to is Miya Atsumu in your DMs.

miya atsumu x f!reader - 18+

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, atsumu, mutual masturbation

wc: 3.7k

A/N: ty to local atsumu fucker and my baeta @atsumuse for once again coming in clutch and making sure atsumu isn’t the bumbling idiot i headcanon him as!!

Saturdays are for two things: the girls and indulgence. When you work hard, you deserve to play hard, right? At least that’s what you tell yourself when you’re four shots deep, dancing like an idiot to some up and coming pop musician in the living room of your best friend’s house.

One of your friends calls your name from the kitchen, where she’s munching on some chips and salsa. “Didn’t you say you had a new boy toy obsession? Let’s hear about him!”

Laughing, you twist open a water bottle and take a long gulp. Something so simple as water tastes like nectar of the gods when you’ve been drinking nothing but liquid fire all night. “You know that volleyball team I follow?”

“The coyotes or whatever?” Your best friend pipes up, lying down on the cool tile of the kitchen floor.

“Black Jackals, but close enough. Yeah, well, I’m kinda over Bokuto—the owl-looking guy—now and I’ve been crushing hard on his teammate. Here, check him out.” You pull up Miya Atsumu’s instagram page, spinning your phone around to show your friends.

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I always get excited when i see new haikyuu blogs!!! good luck with the blog! could i request an scanerio/fic with single dad kuroo falling for babysitting y/n? thank you!!!!!

Pairing: dad!kuroo x reader

Genre: fluff; the slightest bit of angst towards the end

A/N: hi anon baby !!! i’m so so so sorry it took so long to write and you’ve been waiting so patiently thank you ;alsdfj i hope you enjoy this fic (it’s my very first one so exciting !) thank you thank you for requesting !! xoxo, dani

“Hey, thanks for coming so last minute.”

“Kuroo-san, it’s my job. You don’t need to apologize.”

‘Yeah, but you might have had plans today-”

“(Y/N)-SAN!!!”

Kuroo was interrupted by his daughter running towards the door. He warned her to slow down before she trips but couldn’t help but smile when he saw how excited she was to see you. You got a call from Kuroo this morning asking if you could come babysit his daughter, Hana, as he was called into the office on short notice. You didn’t mind; you’ve been babysitting Hana for nearly two years.

“Couldn’t be more exciting than anything we’ll be doing today. Isn’t that right, buggy?”

“Yeah!” Hana agreed, jumping into your open arms. “(Y/n)-san, (Y/n)-san, can we go to the park today?”

“We’ll see.”

“Sweetie, go finish your breakfast.” Kuroo said.

“Okay. (Y/n)-san, come eat with me!”

“I’ll be there in a second.” you said, turning back to Kuroo.

“I made breakfast for you too.” He said, suddenly.

“What? Kuroo-san, you didn’t have to.”

“I figured you didn’t eat yet.” He responded. “It was the least I could do for calling you last minute. Plus… She loves eating with you.”

You blushed slightly, flustered at the fact that he made breakfast with your company in mind. After exchanging a few more words and wishing him a good day at work, you finally shut the door as his car pulled away from the driveway. Stop it, (Y/n), it was just so you can keep Hana company, you thought. Making your way to the kitchen, you saw Hana sitting at the table eating her food and that there indeed was a plate of food for you too. Hana brightened up when she saw you.

“Your food is right here, (Y/n)-san! I helped Daddy make it.”

“You did?” you smiled at the thought of Kuroo cooking breakfast with his daughter.

“Yes! And Daddy also showed me how to make the coffee. He even bought your favorite milk!”

“Milk?”

“Yeah, the one you put in the coffee.” Hana got up from her seat to open the refrigerator and pointed to a small container of your favorite coffee creamer. You gasped, you probably only mentioned it once or twice in the time span that you knew him.

“He remembered?”

“Well, yeah.” Hana stated as if it was a matter of fact, going back to her seat. “Daddy always remembers everything about you. “

You stared at her wondering what that meant before shaking your head. Sitting down at the table, you listened to Hana tell you stories about making breakfast this morning and what she did with Kuroo the night before. Then the two of you decided on what to do for the day. Hana mentioned that Kuroo was going to take her to the park before getting called into work. As you talked, you couldn’t help but think about how great of a dad Kuroo was to Hana; always making sure she is happy. You could tell she was the number one person in his mind and heart.

Your work was surely easier thanks to him, too. He would make the cutest of lunches for her to take to school, always placing a little note with encouraging words, wishing her a good day and telling her how much he loved her.

He would also have a whole schedule for you to follow so Hana could enjoy her day to the fullest between kindergarten and after school classes (such as English because Kuroo was so proud about her baby speaking another language), because he always mentioned how important it was for a child to enjoy their childhood.

The thought made you smile and Hana looked at you curiously, a tiny smile on her lips.

After breakfast, you and Hana cleaned up while listening to music, laughing as Hana would sometimes pause to dance, her bright giggles filling the whole apartment as she provoked you to chase her.

She was adorable and so beautiful.

She looked a lot like Kuroo: long, pitch black hair bouncing around in pigtails, (that Kuroo had done, thank you very much), big golden eyes and delicate and elegant body, just like a little kitten.

“Well now, are you ready to go to the park?” You asked, placing a piece of hair behind your ear as you tried to catch your breath after chasing her just like she wanted.

Hana jumped excitedly, not tired at all after running all around the house. “Yes, (Y/n)-san! Let’s go!”

The two of you reached the park, Hana jumping for joy the entire time and talking your ear off. You didn’t mind. You couldn’t believe she was the same girl you met two years ago; when you first met Hana was painfully shy around you, hiding behind her father’s legs and barely talking to you during the whole day, until one day, after Kuroo left for work, you let out a soft sigh.

"That tie is horrible," you had said and were surprised when Hana giggled loudly from the couch where she was watching cartoons.

"I told Daddy the same thing, but he said that's one of his favorite ties," she said, covering her mouth with her little hands.

Needless to say, you both went to buy a new tie and get rid of that ugly one.

Since then, Hana has shown you how talkative and funny she can be. And you couldn't help but grow to love that lovely girl…

… perhaps not only her…

"Ah, (Y/n)-san! Are you also tired? Your face is getting red!" Hana said and you tried to call down your heart pounding against your ribs.

But now, she was laughing so carefree, dancing and then provoking you to chase her around the playground. And you gave in to her playful antics, running around playing some form of tag game, scooping her up in your arms every time you caught up to her, and relishing in her cheerful squeals and giggles when you twirled around and nuzzled your face into her neck. After a while of playing around, you sat down to take a short break. Opening the little bag of sliced fruits you brought for the trip, you and Hana shared a few slices before she went back to the playground. You watched her run around to her own little imagination for a few minutes before you heard your phone ringing.

It was Kuroo.

You didn’t know why you felt nervous to answer now. He’s called you multiple times before. But even though your heart was racing you were also excited to hear his voice so you answered the phone just as Hana was running back to you. .

“Hi, Kuroo-san!”

“Hey, (Y/n)-san. What are you two up to right now?”

“We’re at the park. We’ve been here for a bit so we might head back home- I mean, to the house soon”

“Oh, okay, fun! Is Hana there?”

“Yes, she’s right here!”

You quickly handed your phone to Hana and watched her walk off a couple feet while mentally slapping yourself. Why did you say that Y/n? This isn’t your home. And of course he’s going to want to talk to Hana, not you! You felt yourself becoming slightly pink in the face out of embarrassment and tried to calm down. Hana was running back to you.

“(Y/n)-saaaaan! Daddy wants to speak with you!”

You took the phone and heard Kuroo’s voice. “Hi, again.”

He laughed and you were so distracted by the sound you nearly forgot to respond. “Hi.”

“How are you doing?”

“Well, we’re doing pretty good. Hana has so much energy but she’s having fun and doing great.”

“That’s good to hear. But (Y/n)-san, I already talked with Hana. I want to know how you’re doing.”

“O-oh. I’m doing… good.” You stuttered, a bit surprised that he was asking about you personally. “I’ve been running around all day but Hana looks so happy, it’s worth being out of breath for a bit.”

“I don’t think I can tell you enough how grateful I am that you’re so good to Hana.”

“Of course. I love seeing her happy.”

“I’m serious. She’s extremely shy so she usually has a hard time opening up to people and making friends but the two of you became close so easily. She talks about you all the time and always looks forward to you coming over. She’s even started opening up a little more because of you. You’ve had such a positive impact on her; I really can’t thank you enough for that.”

Your heart swelled hearing the kind words, somehow falling even more in love with the little family. You knew you were being a big help by babysitting Hana, but you never expected to have such a big impact on her life. Thinking about it now, she also had a huge impact on your life. She taught you how to be more carefree and brings a lot of joy and laughter into your life. And Kuroo… Seeing him and how he treats Hana inspired you to be more caring and understanding towards other people. You were so lost in thought you nearly forgot Kuroo was on the other line again.

“I’m so glad to hear… She’s had a really big impact on me too.” You cleared your throat, trying not to become sentimental at the moment. “Um, how-how is work?”

Kuroo sighed. “It’s alright… Work is work. I’d rather be at the park with you two. But I am coming home early today so I’ll be there soon.”

“Oh, good! Okay, we’ll see you soon then.”

You hung up and felt giddy. You couldn’t help feeling just a bit special that he was interested in how you were doing. He actually cared how you were doing outside of babysitting. Maybe you have noticed your conversations were longer, he looked you in the eyes longer than usual, he seemed to always stall when he was leaving for work and when you were leaving the house, how you noticed him staring at you interact with Hana out of the corner of your eye, the creamer, the food he leaves out for you, the frequent phone calls… maybe something was there… You were pulled out of your thoughts when Hana came bounding over.

“(Y/n)-san!! I’m hungry now!”

“You’re hungry?” You asked, watching Hana nod her head enthusiastically. “Perfect. Your dad is coming home now. How about we make him some lunch?”

Hana eyes lit up. She loved cooking with you and could hardly contain her excitement as she practically skipped all the way back to the house and spewing out at all the different lunch ideas she had in mind.

The front door creaked open and the two of you heard the jangling of keys and shuffle of shoes being taken off. It was perfect timing. The macaroni and cheese had just finished and you were just plating Hana’s bowl.

“Hi, ladies.” Kuroo greeted with a soft smile.

“Daddy!” Hana beamed and Kuroo walked over to her and planted a kiss on her temples.

“What’s going on here?”

“We made you lunch!”

“Really?” Kuroo leaned down to look at Hana bowl as she explained what they created. “We went to the store and bought some ingredients, so none of this was from the box! And since you like spinach a lot we put some in also and it looks really pretty.”

“That looks really good, Hana. And you made that?”

“Yes! I stirred the macaroni but (Y/n)-san did most of it!”

Kuroo chuckled before turning to you as you placed down his own bowl of macaroni. You could feel him looking at you just a bit longer and felt your face warm up ever so slightly. You actually weren’t sure if you should pack up and go or stay to eat lunch. You didn’t want to intrude no matter how much you loved them.

You loved them. There was no other way to put it and you finally accepted it. You never wanted them to leave your life and if you could hold on to being with them just a bit longer every day then you were going to take it.

“(Y/n)-san! Sit next to me!” Hana said, bouncing in her chair as she waited for you to plate your own bowl.

“But what if I wanted (Y/n)-san to sit next to me?” Kuroo teased and you had to take a few seconds longer to get to the table to calm down the blush that spread across your face.

“Well, I asked first! So she has to sit with me!”

You sat down next to Hana and smiled at their playful banter before the three of you began eating. Kuroo listened as Hana told him about all the activities the two of you got up to this morning and how much fun making the macaroni was. Kuroo gave her all of his attention save for the little glances he gave you whenever Hana said something she was especially excited for, a soft smirk on his face each time and every time you felt like you could combust on the spot. Kuroo offered to do the dishes when you finished while you and Hana cleaned up the table. It felt very domestic and you could feel yourself becoming even more attached.

“Alright. I guess I should be going now.” You said when the kitchen was clean.

“No! Not yet.” Hana pleaded. “I don’t want you to leave yet!”

“Hana, I know you love it when (Y/n)-san comes over but what if she has plans?” Kuroo asked, placing his hands on his hips and you could hardly stop yourself from staring at his arms in his rolled up dress shirt.

“Well… Well, maybe she can come back after!” Hana asked, taking hold of your hand and hugging it to her neck in an effort to keep you from leaving. You were a little shocked. You knew Hana always became pouty whenever you left for the day but she’s never been this adamant about you staying. You could feel your heart break the more she tried to bargain with Kuroo. “Please, (Y/n)-san?”

“I don’t-”

“Hana…” Kuroo said in a quiet tone.

“But Daddy! I don’t want (Y/n)-san to leave! She’s so nice to me and takes care of me and I love her. I want her to stay here with us because Mommy didn’t.”

“Hana.” Kuroo said again. You were speechless. You didn’t know what to do. You never really knew about the mom but hearing Hana say what she said gave you an idea and you wanted to stay even more. You wanted to give her the love that her mother apparently never gave her.

“I don’t think (Y/n)-san can or wants to stay here...” Kuroo’s quiet voice brought you back to reality. He was right. You were just a babysitter and nothing more.

“But why not? You want her to stay with us too!”

It was Kuroo’s turn to be speechless. But Hana continued.

“You always talk about (Y/n)-san! And you always try to keep her home for a little longer. And you always say that she’s good at taking care of me and that she’d be a good mom and that you love her!”

Kuroo was a bright shade of red at this point. He tried to quiet Hana down. “And you always say you’re going to ask (Y/n)-san out but you never do!”

You could tell Kuroo was starting to feel embarrassed now. It was probably a lot for the little girl to unload her feelings of her mother, her feelings for you, and Kuroo’s apparent feelings for you as well. But even then, you felt a little more at ease now. You loved them. And now you’re seeing that they love you back. Maybe it wouldn’t be as complicated as it seemed. Maybe you didn’t have to hold on to the few hours each day that you saw them. You smiled.

“How about…” You started, both of them looked at you. “I stay for a little longer? And we can make that pie that you wanted to make... And your father and I can talk a little more about how much we love each other? Sounds good?”

Hana’s face broke out into the biggest smile and she ran back towards the kitchen cheering about how you were going to spend the rest of the day with them. Kuroo watched her run by before looking back at you and you can just tell he couldn’t grab hold of his emotions. You approached him.

“I’m sorry. I basically invited myself over without asking you…” You apologized, a little sheepish that you made the final decision. But then you looked up at him. “But… is it true? Hana’s been mentioning little things that made me believe it. I don’t want it to be wishful thinking…”

“(Y/n)-san…” Kuroo started, pulling you into a hug. “Hana’s not the only one who wants you to stay with us.”

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hopelessly devoted.

pairing. atsumu miya x reader

warnings. angst! established relationship, insecurities, he’s mean, arguments, he hugs you but you don’t want him to (he physically hurts u kind of unintentionally??), lmk if there’s any mistakes or anything i need to add

wc. 1.25k

a/n. aaa i just wanted to write angst since i havent in a while so im very sorry if this isnt that good </3

It had been a couple weeks since you had last seen Atsumu. It was no surprise though, your boyfriend was a professional volleyball player, obviously there would be times where there were games that were out of the city. You knew that, he had told you that the moment he accepted MSBY’s invitation.

You were completely understanding of that. You were proud of him for reaching his goals and getting where he wanted to be.

So when you heard they had lost the game, you knew that was far from being a good thing.

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pov: the bad boy wants you.

tetsurou kuroo x f!reader

summary: problems arise when your tattoo artist boyfriend starts getting too cozy with the girls that wanted him to do more to their bodies than just inking their skin. the thing is, they knew what he wanted and they knew what you couldn’t give.

genre: angst, light smut, tattoo artist au

warnings: nudity, mentions of needles, insecure!reader, virgin!reader, dry humping, bad boy x good girl

a/n: hellooo today i give u bad boy (but actually soft boy) kuroo ;) enjoy. no part 2 unfortunately.

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[one shot]

Kuroo had seen everything.

He wasn’t dumb and he most definitely wasn’t oblivious to the fact that he was attractive and this became a reason for some girls to frequently visit his tattoo parlor. To think about it, he was tall, handsome, and had decent style. His tattoo sleeve and his ear piercings even added to the overall bad boy persona that he had—this was probably why many girls were into him.

The girls were very assertive, it seemed, to try and lure Tetsurou into their little seduction game. Was he getting tempted into it? No. He was loyal and he’d like to stay loyal to his beautiful girlfriend.

However, there were certain moments that almost tested his loyalty to you, especially when some of the girls would ask to have their tattoos done at the most intimate places in their bodies.

Yesterday, one girl asked to have a small tattoo on her ass cheek and she was certainly more satisfied at the feeling of Kuroo’s palms on her bum rather than the actual tattoo she was getting. It was crazy.

He mentioned it before to you that it was part of his job to give them their desired tattoos no matter which part of their bodies it would be in. Business is business. Ironically, despite dating a tattoo artist like himself, you had no single trace of inked art on your body. You were like an untouched canvas that couldn’t be painted on. Still, Kuroo respected your choice and he definitely respected your boundaries, too.

He knew that you were a good girl when he first met you in college. You were always prim and proper, always following the rules, and always doing the right thing. He was the exception to your goody-two-shoes nature, because he ended up winning your heart despite being the complete opposite of you. It may be a bit peculiar to see the two of you together, however Kuroo pursued you because liked you. He liked your smile, he liked how cute and adorable you were, and he liked how a simple look at you made him want to be a better man. He loved the idea of being with a girl he could protect.

The thing was, Kuroo dropped out of college and just decided to open a tattoo parlor business because he simply didn’t want to waste his years studying for something he wasn’t passionate about. He thought you’d leave him for his rather reckless choices, but you stayed.

And he was grateful that you did.

So to ask the question again, would he ever do something to betray you after everything? Of course, not.

But he did consider that he was also just doing his job and it wasn’t like he was purposely flirting with the girls that often flocked around him during work hours.

“Hey,” one of the said girl called for him just as he finished picking up the tools he needed and she walked towards the recliner before asking, “Should I sit here?”

He nodded once, turning around to face the girl who looked at him with her alluring eyes. “Yeah, just let me know when you’re ready.”

Oh yes, she was surely ready. She even had a smirk displayed on her face when she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her busty chest.

He didn’t really pay attention to the size of her tits but instead, just casually pointed to a certain part of her body, “Is this where you want it?” he asked, referring to her left underboob.

With a very flirtatious grin, she nodded, clearly knowing that her assets were her biggest weapon. “Yes. Would it be easier if I took off my bra, yeah?”

“You don’t have to, I can work it out,” he responded, reaching for his glove.

She giggled along with her bestfriend who sat on the side, waiting for her turn.

“No, I can take it off for you,” said the girl, unclasping her bra and setting her huge breasts free for him to ogle at.

He cleared his throat, averting his eyes as he asked her to sit on the recliner. Kuroo had seen women half naked in his shop before but this was the first time someone got naked in front of him with other intentions rather than to simply get a tattoo.

Because of the awkwardness, he went ahead and blasted some music, rockstar, to distract his mind. He had to think of something else and not stare at the girl’s luscious tits. He had to shift his mind to somewhere else like, for example, why the girl chose a calligraphy of the words ‘la douleur exquise’ on her skin this time.

“Is this French?” he casually asked, urging her to rest her back while he wiped the chosen area with a damp cotton pad. He specifically avoided grazing his hand on her breast but it looked like the girl actually wanted him to touch her more.

“It means exquisite pain,” she purred, batting her eyelashes at him.

His lips formed a smirk, impressed at how much of a skank she was willing to be for him. It wasn’t new, if he was honest. He’d also had a fair share of women who tried to get into his pants last week but they weren’t successful per se.

All while he was getting her tattoo done, the other girl got up from her seat to walk closer to her bestfriend. Kuroo decided to refer to them in his head as Slut 1 and Slut 2 because he had no intentions of knowing their names.

“Hey, Kuroo,” the other girl called, sitting at an empty stool with a smile. “You’re single, right?”

He kept his eyes focused on the skin he was inking on. “...No.”

Even from the corner of his eye, he knew that both girls looked surprised, “No way? You have a girlfriend?”

Was it really that much of a shock?

“Yeah, she’s at work right now,” he simply answered, wiping the trace of blood on the girl’s skin after he finished another letter.

There was a visible pout on Slut 1’s face as if knowing that Tetsurou had a girlfriend was more painful than the needle pricking at her skin. “So, what’s she like?”

Kuroo thought for a while because he didn’t know where to begin. You were everything he wanted in a woman and that was all he knew. “She’s cute and kind.”

His words earned a giggle from Slut 2. “Is she like the good girl type?”

“She is.” He figured it would be okay to converse about you like this. Besides, he’d rather be talking about you than to have these girls just try to flirt with him relentlessly.

“Let me guess,” Slut 1 spoke, “She’s a virgin and a prude.”

That was obviously none of their business but, damn. They were kind of right. He dated you for a year now and you two never really went further than making out.

“I respect her,” was his answer, much to the two girls’ dismay.

“That’s kinda boring, though,” the other girl claimed, draping her arm around his shoulder before leaning close to his ear. “You’re still a man and you have needs. If I were her, I’d sleep with you every day.”

The girl getting a tattoo grinned. “Totally! Like, you’re so hot and I bet you’re good in bed.”

Fuck.

He almost messed up one of the letters because his mind just flew to somewhere unforgivable. It was a sin to even think about but, shit, he definitely missed the feeling of fucking someone.

“Kuroo?”

He got out of trance and looked up after hearing the familiar voice only to see you by the door, looking at him with hurt in your eyes.

“Hey—”

You swallowed and avoided his gaze. “I just... You left your keys.”

In a swift motion, you hurriedly walked inside the room and placed his set of keys at one of the console tables before dashing out the door.

“Babe!” he called, unable to chase after you as you shut the door—an exasperated sigh followed.

This was going to be a big problem, obviously.

Just what was he thinking?

He had a half naked girl in front of him and another girl clinging to him like he didn’t have a girlfriend. It must have hurt you a lot.

There was definitely a lot of explaining to do when he comes home tonight.

“Uh-oh...” the girl mocked. “I can sense some trouble in paradise.”

He decided to leave it be for now and get his job done as soon as possible, even thinking of closing the shop earlier than usual just so he could go to you.

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You were washing the dishes when Kuroo came home and the first thing he did was to wrap his arms around you.

To be real, you weren’t in the mood to see his face after what you saw this morning.

You get it—he was exposed to all sorts of people with his line of work and most of them probably couldn’t just ignore his amazing physical appearance.

Even you, which was why you were more hurt, because he was desired by many women and those very same women were all better than you in more ways than one.

They fit his type more than you did and you were sure that they could give him exactly what he wanted.

Still, it awfully tugged at your heartstrings.

He was yours, not theirs. You had the right to be jealous when a girl was getting cozy with your man, but to see him letting them have their way? That was a different story.

“Baby, talk to me,” he mumbled, planting a kiss on your neck.

You gave him the silent treatment while closing the water tap and drying your hands with a towel. With a nonchalant face, you pulled his tattooed arms off of you and headed towards the couch.

You could hear his sigh as he followed you, but you were determined to keep your eyes glued on the TV screen. If he wanted to talk, he should do the talking.

“You’re really pissed at me, huh,” he spoke as soon as he sat next to you with his hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry.”

“They’re pretty hot, aren’t they?” you asked, bitterly.

He scooted closer and placed an arm around your shoulder. “Definitely nowhere near as hot as my girlfriend.”

You rolled your eyes, remembering how the girls looked like and how comfortable he was with them. “Yeah, right.”

You couldn’t explain the tightness on your chest every time you recalled the scene earlier because you knew, you just knew, that there was more that could have happened if you didn’t arrive. You saw it in his eyes, even for a split second, that he almost gave in to temptation.

How could he not? You were a prude just as they described—just because you didn’t have any sexual experience like they did. Perhaps when they called you boring, they were right and Kuroo wanted to agree.

He couldn’t be stuck with a girlfriend that he couldn’t even have sex with, could he?

“I shouldn’t have let them put their hands on me like that,” he admitted, feeling apologetic. “Only you can.”

You took a deep breath and shook your head. “I don’t even know why you’re still with me, Tetsurou. I put so much boundaries between us. Don’t you get tired of me?”

“Fuck no,” he quickly answered, tucking some hair behind your ear. “Never. You’re the only one for me.”

Truth be told, you did feel bad that he couldn’t fully experience you as a girlfriend but he was very patient and respectful towards you. Maybe you could let this one incident go, after all, he was never really a bad boyfriend to you. Sure, he looked like a bad boy but when it came to you, he was surprisingly soft.

“Fine,” you muttered, finally meeting his eyes. “Just don’t do it again. I don’t care if they get naked in front of you, don’t entertain them too much and give the wrong impression.”

He smiled and pecked your lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You love me.”

“I do,” you said, placing a hand on his cheek. “So much.”

Delighted with your words, he leaned in again to give you a deeper kiss. He knew it was all he could do with you but he wanted to make you feel that his kisses were satisfying enough.

Just with the way he moved his lips against yours and how your tongue battled his for dominance—it was almost impossible to breathe at one point, but he softened the kiss to allow yourself to catch some air.

God, you were jealous. You were annoyed at how those girls thought they could put their hands on your man. You were angry at how they tried to steal him from you.

“You’re mine,” you claimed, pulling away to look at his eyes.

The smirk on his lips was replaced by a cheeky grin. “All yours, baby.”

You didn’t know what gave you the sudden confidence to straddle his lap after he said that, but both of you were taken aback—the heat on your cheeks was mixing with the surprised look on his face.

You were sitting directly into his crotch and he was having a hard time to control himself.

“Babe,” he breathed on your neck. “You don’t have to force yourself.”

He was right, but the thought of the other girls constantly seducing him behind your back just gave way to your deepest insecurities. You didn’t have the most perfect body in the world and you most definitely didn’t have the skills in bed that he expected—you were scared that you might lose him because of these facts.

“Hey,” he spoke, making you look at his eyes as you relaxed into his touch. “It’s fine. If you want it, I can be gentle.”

“I-I don’t know... I just,” you hesitated, not knowing exactly how to put it into words.

You didn’t know why sex intimidated you. It was just him putting his dick inside you, right? But you weren’t really scared of doing the act, you were scared that once you did it, he’d leave you because he already got what he wanted.

You could feel the hardness on his crotch that was pressing against your core and you didn’t expect that a moan would escape your lips when you moved at the slightest. The fabric of your shorts were thin enough for you to feel the outline of the hardened member on his grey sweatpants.

He held your waist and guided you to move again, this time urging you to move your hips back and forth, allowing you to feel the friction from his hard erection. It was impossible not to see the lust in his eyes and it made you feel weak.

“How does it feel?” he asked, hot breath tickling your ear.

You continued grinding on him with your lips parted to release your silent moans, “G-Good.”

He leaned forward to kiss your neck, eventually sucking the soft skin to leave his beautiful marks.

“Tetsu—” you whined, gripping his hair while he started matching your movements with his own. It was a foreign feeling for you to feel his clothed cock rubbing against your untouched sex.

The sound of his moans made you weak.

“Fuck,” he cussed in a low voice, squeezing your ass with his huge hands in growing excitement. “I’ll go get a condom.”

Your eyes widened in panic as you pushed him back into the couch. “N-No, I... I’m not ready.”

You didn’t mean to always chicken out when you two were almost about to do it. You just didn’t feel confident enough to give yourself yet and even if you badly wanted to, you just couldn’t make yourself do it.

You could see the hint of disappointment on his face and he was trying to hide it.

“Right,” he exhaled deeply with his head thrown back on the headrest. “It’s alright. Maybe next time,” he convinced himself.

“I’m sorry,” you softly mumbled, hand gripping on his shirt.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before pulling you out of his lap and getting up from the couch. “It’s fine.”

You stayed seated as you watched him walk away. “Where are you going?”

“I have to finish this off on my own,” he answered without looking back. You realized he was referring to him touching himself because you couldn’t just do the job for him.

It was obvious how frustrated he was and for fuck’s sake you did feel guilty, but then again, he didn’t act like this before. When you told him you didn’t want to do it further, he’d simply laugh it off and say he would wait for you.

This wasn’t the same Kuroo that said that.

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You became a little paranoid.

Considering that girls would still pay your boyfriend a visit at the tattoo parlor, you always ended up overthinking about what he was doing while you were supposed to be busy at work.

You just didn’t feel at ease. You felt like anyone could easily snatch him away from you because you weren’t particularly a striking girl to begin with. You were leaning on the simple side rather than the edgy, stylish wannabes that swarmed his shop in hopes of sleeping with him.

Because your thoughts were eating you alive, you decided to head to his tattoo parlor after work to make sure that he wasn’t doing any funny business.

And you were somehow right.

About three girls were in there this time, two of which you’ve already seen a couple days ago, and they were already leaving the shop just as you arrived.

“You’re really amazing, Tetsurou,” one of the girls told him in gratitude. “I might get another one soon.”

You watched them walk past you with a smug expression on their faces as they left the shop. Kuroo had then seen you standing by the door with your arms crossed.

“Really?” you questioned, walking inside with a frown. “They’re here again?”

He sighed and walked back to his station while cleaning the mess. “I can’t just ask them not to come anymore. They’re still customers.”

“Let me guess,” you taunted, “Did one of them get naked in front of you again? Did you let them touch all over you again? Did you perhaps forget that you had a girlfriend again?”

His brows furrowed in annoyance. “No. We talked about this.”

You pursed your lips, raising a brow in return. “I’m starting to think you’re doing more for them than just giving them tattoos.”

“Jesus. You’re so insecure, it’s crazy,” he retorted, rolling his eyes at you.

Did he just...

“I wonder why!” you replied, sarcastically. “If you weren’t busy flirting with those girls, maybe I won’t be so insecure.”

“I said I’m not flirting with them!” he argued, slamming his gloves on the floor.

He looked at you with frustration that you’ve never seen before and it certainly hurt. He had been acting distant since the night you didn’t give in to him and you knew that his exasperation towards you was rooting from that.

You swallowed, still with your arms crossed. “But you know you’d sleep with them if given the chance. Since I couldn’t do it with you.”

“Then just fucking do it with me instead of bitching about it every day!” he snapped. “I wanna be with someone I can have sex with, not a prude like you!”

His hurtful words left you frozen like a statue, unable to move while being dominated by the shooting pain inside your chest.

You knew this day would come—that he would eventually get tired of waiting around for something that he could easily get from others. However, what hurt you most was the fact you believed he wasn’t that type of guy. That he wasn’t with you solely for what you could give, but rather, for what you just had. You thought he sincerely understood your boundaries and respected your choices the very same way you respected his, but it seemed that he had another thought in his head all along.

After seeing the look on your face, Kuroo had softened his gaze and walked closer to you, “I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have said that.”

A tear fell from from your eye as you looked at him with anger building inside of you. “You wanna have sex? Is that what you want? Let’s fucking do it, then!”

You spitefully unbuttoned your blouse despite his efforts of stopping you.

“Baby, no,” he said in remorse, grabbing your wrists tightly. “No, I’m sorry. I’m contented with you. I really am, I’m sorry. Please.”

Your chest heaved as you cried. “It’s obviously not enough for you.” You sniffed, wiping your eyes. “You knew what kinda girl I am when you dated me.”

He pulled you for a hug and kissed your temple way too many times that you lost count. He felt absolutely sorry for ever hurting you with his words but they just hit you so painfully.

“I know what kinda girl you are and I’m in love with you for it,” he said, as if trying to get it through your head but his words were beginning to feel empty. “Please, believe me. I really didn’t mean what I said. You’re enough for me, baby. You’re all I want.”

You didn’t feel comfort from his words but you still hugged him because you loved him. Because you knew, even if he said more hurtful words, you’d still love him. Sure, you’d be angry, but your love for him ruled higher than your pride.

You were just scared of losing him over something like this.

“I love you so much,” he whispered on your ear before placing a soft, apologetic kiss on your lips.

When he pulled away, your heart still felt heavy but you managed to give the slightest smile.

“I love you, too.”

He ran his thumb across your cheek and held your waist on his other hand. You just couldn’t get his words out of your head even after he apologized, because you never knew he was seeing your relationship that way all along.

The girls were right. He was a man after all and he had needs.

The fact that he was staying with you despite not fulfilling his needs must be a work of charity for him, and eventually, he’d get sick of waiting around. He would desire you less and less the more the days passed by and it wasn’t absolutely crazy to think that he could potentially meet another girl he liked that was willing to give it all.

The mere thought of it scared you.

“I’ll do it with you tonight,” you offered, your voice breaking, hoping that you could finally break the barrier and be enough for him.

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