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bellesowl · 4 years ago

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tell me you love me

- multiple characters

⤷ sakusa, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo

genre: fluff ; established relationships

synopsis: haikyuu boys and their love languages

word count: 1.5k total <3

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

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

- sakusa kiyoomi

his love language is physical touch

PHEWW i know y’all weren’t expecting this

but let me explain myself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- miya atsumu

his love language is words of affirmation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- ushijima wakatoshi

his love language is gifts

okay his is specifically giving gifts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- kuroo tetsurou

his love language is quality time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“and you’ll miss me” you chimed in.

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

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

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

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attemptinghaikyuu · 3 years ago

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Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: I feel like this aligns with my love for fake dating scenarios, it was also just as fun to write as those scenarios

G/n reader

Pretty setter squad (most of them~)

Akaashi Keiji

He freezes on the spot, turning and looking at the smile adorning your face as you look up at your friend. “Boyfriend.” he corrects himself

Maybe it’s stupid but he wishes he had at least been able to tell you his feelings before he knew it was hopeless. If he’d confessed he could have at least known there was nothing he could do right now. Akaashi’s walking away from the two of you as soon as he can. He’s having a hard time not crying after finding out

The next day when you try to talk to him he’s ignoring you. If you’re persistent, he’s still speaking as little as possible

You can tell somethings putting him in a sour mood, so you back off and give him some space, but it hurts being ignored by your crush…

When you talk to Bokuto later and you mention your friend, imagine your surprise when the ace asks “you mean the one you’re dating?”

“What are yo- oh!” You start laughing at that and explain that your friend and you had only been messing around

THE MOMENT BOKUTO TELLS HIM-

He’s sprinting to tell you how he feels and is in literal tears, when you say you feel the same way

Akaashi is going to be such a caring and considerate boyfriend, though he’s also going to be very clingy whenever you’re around that friend… not that you mind <3

Kenma Kozume

He hears it and freezes and at first, his brain doesn’t want to process what he heard

But as soon as it sinks in, he’s shoving his face in his game screen and trying to pretend that it doesn’t matter

He won’t straight up ignore you, but it’s obvious he’s distancing himself from your friendship. Short answers to any questions you ask, zero eye contact, and it’s like he’s shrinking in on himself whenever you’re around

Obviously this upsets you as much as him, and in response you end up hanging around your “girlfriend” more

Kenma sees you hangout with your friend more and only ends up feeling like he’s fully lost you :(

Kuroo being the observant, kind friend that he is, decides he’s going to give the person who played with his friends heart some very special words

He finds your club room and listening into you’re conversation, discovers you trying to figure out what you should do about your crush on Kenma, when it seems like he doesn’t even want you around

He hears your friend say “well sweetie, maybe you need to just tell him~”

It clicks with Kuroo pretty fast that this is a misunderstanding; the teasing tilt to your friends voice and the fact that you literally just said you liked Kenma?

Kenma ends up almost not confessing when he finds out, he feels like a jerk for acting the way he did

But after some convincing from Kuroo, Kenma grabs your hand and squeezing his eyes shut, with his head down, tells you he likes you

Biggest blush when you tell him you like him back, and if it’s possible, gets more flustered when you ask him if this means your dating and tells you yes

Kuroo’s so proud, he takes credit for getting you two together whenever he can

Oikawa Toruu

He’s like “no… because I like them… so they can’t date.. someone else..”

It hurts

It really hurts, and all he wants to do is run up to you and tell you he is so much better then them

But he barely even knows your friend and how could he possibly say that if you’re smiling and laughing, poking the sides of the person who’s making you happy

Oikawa is forcing a happy smile on his face, walking over, and congratulating you and your partner

Except you’re laughing harder when he tells you how lucky you are to be dating someone who makes you so happy

And he can feel his insecurities bubbling up inside him, all while his confusion for your continued laughter grows

But then he here’s your next words

“I- no offense,” you’re barely holding it together when you glance at your friend. “But I’d never date you-”

Hearing these words, which you somehow managed to wheeze out, Oikawa almost falls to his knees to thank whatever god out there for being on his side

His mood has done a complete 180 and as smoothly as he can, is asking you out he’s going for it right now after that heart attack

Is absolutely so smug about you saying yes, and will be parading your relationship around that friend (they’re either really confused or find it really amusing how your boyfriend could be worried about them trying something)

He’s just really happy though, okay? Please, he’s in so deep, he’ll stop being so obnoxious around that friend if you ask

Sugawara Koushi

He can’t breathe for a moment. It’s like everything stops and all he can do is stare at you

The heartbreak he feels as he watches the scene in front of him is honestly too much to take

Suga just walks out

He can’t stay and watch that. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you and than burst out crying that he’s in love with you when you’re dating someone else

He wonders if he’ll be able to face you again, especially when he’s breaking down over just hearing the news of you dating some other friend

Nearly doesn’t hear you shouting his name as you run after him

Only stops when he feels your hand on his shoulder and sees your concerned face come into his line of sight

Try’s to hide his tear stained face by turning away but it’s too late

“Koushi, whats wrong?”

You sound so worried and now he feels like a garbage friend, of course your gonna be freaked out after he runs out and ignores you telling him you’re dating someone

“Sorry, you just surprised me… I didn’t realize how emotional I would get finding out my friend was dating someone,” he has to pause to take a deep breath. “I’m really happy for you though.”

He’s trying so hard and you kinda realize what’s going on

“Sorry to burst your happy bubble then,” you chuckle, grabbing his hands. “But I was just joking around with them, I actually like someone else. Umm, he’s really cute and considerate, and worrying me a bit… I just hope he’s okay though.” Saying this, you pull one hand away to wipe the fresh tears falling from Suga’s eyes

Disbelief filling him, he can only stare at your embarrassed state and wonder how you can make him feel so much

It takes awhile, but with a watery laugh he confesses his feelings and asks if you’d take him as your boyfriend

He’s never gonna stop telling you and anyone who’ll listen, how lucky he is :,)

Atsumu Miya

Is shocked when he hears you say that you and your boyfriend are gonna go on a date later

He doesn’t take the time to process your joking tone

Is steering clear of you and if he does see you? He’s turning the other way without a word

Atsumu has a lot of pride, and he was not going to let you see him in this vulnerable state

He feels guilty about his avoidance when he sees the confused and hurt look on your face as he ignores you trying to talk to him

It’s like at every turn you’re their to make him feel worse about what he’s doing, and when he notices a lack of you he realizes you must’ve stopped trying to talk to him

You giving him space leads to Atsumu feeling worse about it

Him and you dating had seemed so inevitable to him, so he can’t help but feel cheated

And he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do, get over his feelings? Is that what would fix things?

He really misses you, it’s been two weeks and he’s a mess

Samu knows his brother is stupid sometimes, so he tells him to talk to you… and that he’s a dumb ass who misinterpreted the whole situation

He’s so mad for depriving himself of time with you

At this point he could care less if he’s dating you, he was bound to stop and find a way to make peace with just being your friend anyway

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t confessing right after Samu tells him of his mistake

And Atsumu knows he’s never gonna take you for granted after what he just went through

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bubbleteaimagines · 4 years ago

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SUBMISSIVE PRETTY SETTERS

— the pretty setter squad as your sub

genre. nsfw

warnings. smut / submissive boys

AKAASHI KENJI

— is a good little puppy. he always does everything you say without hesitation, and is always so eager to please. he loves it when you put his tongue to use and make him eat your pussy like it’s the last meal he’ll ever have.

“On your knees.”

Akaashi whimpers as he feels you tug on his collar, a simple action that had this big, strong man immediately sink to his knees before you. As usual, always so eager to please, his tongue darts out and tastes your already throbbing pussy, humming against you as you moan and wrap your legs around his shoulders to keep yourself steady. Akaashi doesn’t mind though — he never does. He’ll gladly hold you up and at the same time he’ll devour you like you’re his last meal on this earth, determined to make you cum all over his face like the good little puppy he is.

OIKAWA TORU

— lets you do whatever you want to him, including letting you suck him until his balls are dry. he’ll moan and whine under your touch, but he’ll never complain like the good little boy he is, always letting you fuck him out till you’re the one that’s satisfied.

Oikawa’s brain is beyond foggy, past the point of pleasure as you make him cum again. He’s lost track of how many times it’s been tonight, but he does know that you’re relentless, peering up at him through thick eyelashes and once again taking him into your mouth.

“Y-Y/N,” He’s stuttering your name out, a whimpering mess as you tease his sensitive cock. You start by gently licking his flushed tip, causing him to jerk and whine when you bring a hand up to play with his balls.

“Does this feel good, puppy?” You ask him innocently, relishing in the way his eyelids flutter and the way he had his head leaned back in pleasure.

“Y-Yes,” He nods frantically even through his cock is screaming at him, begging for some relief from your pleasure. “Y-Yes M-Mommy, I-I love it.”

“Good,” You smile up at his fucked-out face, mentally storing the image before getting back to work, taking him down your throat now and already anticipating the moment when he’ll surely come undone again.

“That’s my good little boy.”

SUGAWARA KOSHI

— is always eager for you to fuck him, to have your thick cock fill him up to the brink. he’s always so good for you, and so eager that he can hardly wait, already at the edge before you can even fuck him properly.

“Does I make you feel good, puppy?”

Sugawara moans as he feels the head of your cock slowly push past his tight walls, a hand coming down to play his cock as he withers beneath you. As always, he takes you eagerly and nods frantically at your question, already feeling that tight coil build up in his stomach.

“Y-Yes,” He whimpers out his answer, bowing his head as you push in deeper, all the way until you’ve bottomed out. “Fuck — yes, so good baby, so good to me.”

You smile in satisfaction at his answer and decide to give him more, slowly rocking your hips against his.

You set up a steady pace, making sure to keep your hands busy as Sugawara groans and whimpers underneath you. You’re in awe of how well he’s taking you, watching the way your cock disappears inside of his slick hole with ease.

“God, you take me so well,” You groan as you feel his cock twitching in your hands, signaling that Suga is already close. He just couldn’t help it — between your cock and your hands, he was sure to make a mess all over the sheets, moaning as he came just that quick.

“F-Fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean, you didn’t tell me to—”

“Shh, it’s okay baby,” You quickly consoled him and smiled to let him know that you weren’t mad he came without your permission. Quite the opposite, really, as you were beyond pleased you could make him come undone that quick.

“Mommy’s not mad at you, I promise puppy. Though — you know how important it is to obey me. Therefore, next time — I’ll make sure that you won’t cum until you’re begging, you understand?”

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

— always struggles against his pretty little handcuffs, as if that’ll stop you from riding his cock until he’s drooling. he always says that he can’t take anymore, but his body tells a different story when he cums over and over again, filling your tight pussy to the brink.

Kageyama’s eyes are half open, half closed as small whimpers leave his mouth. Never, and he meant never, did he think anything could feel this good. But being wrapped up inside of your tight walls, your hips rocking into his as you ride him at a steady pace has him thinking otherwise, brain cloudy as he looses his sense to pleasure.

“Does this feel good, puppy?” You ask him, leaning down to nibble on his sensitive lobe, and relishing in the way he groans, furiously nodding his head and grunting as you squeeze round him.

“So...ah- so good,” He manages to moan out, wanting to touch you so badly, but not being able to, “‘M gonna, M’ gonna—”

“Let it go,” You run a soothing hand down his chest, smirking in satisfaction when you feel him tense underneath you and then groan as he shoots his load deep inside of your womb.

He pants heavily as he stains against the cuffs, looking at you with pleading eyes but you just simply shake your head. Just a few minutes ago, he was crying out that it was too much. But now, he had the pleasure of seeing you prove him wrong as his cum leaks down your thighs and pool around his balls.

“Atta boy. I knew you could do it,” You whisper in his ear, grinning at his fucked-out face. “But— that doesn’t mean I’m satisfied puppy. Not just yet.”

ATSUMU MIYA

— still isn’t sure how you convinced him to do this, but he’s not complaining cause he loves watching your tits bounce as you ride him. his hands are occupied by grabbing at your ass, trying his best not to buck his hips into yours, but fuck — it’s just so hard.

“Y/N,” Atsumu moans out your name as stars begin to cloud his vision, his cock twitching as no doubt his orgasm approaches. Above him, he watches as your cute little face scrunches up in concentration, and you’re squeezing him so tight with your pussy that he just can’t help it — Atsumu accidentally begins to rut his hips in yours to match your pace — something he knows is a big no-no.

“What did I say?” He whines as your hips suddenly stop moving, your stern glare focusing on his pleading face and shaking your head. “No fucking moving unless I say so, Atsumu.”

“But Y/N—!”

He’s desperate. You know he is by the way his bottom lip juts out, groaning at the lack of friction to his hard cock.

At this rate, you know he’s on the verge of cumming and he needs you to get there. And almost — you almost feel bad for him.

But he knows the rules.

“No buts,” You tell him sternly, and Atsumu whines as you move off of his cock, shaking your head in disappointment. “Bad boys don’t get to cum, you know this. Only good little boys are allowed to cum in my pussy, Atsumu.”

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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This isn't a request or anything but I had a soulmate AU idea that I think you'd like.... And reminded me of Oikawa. Imagine you find ur soulmate from their name written on your skin on ur 16/18 bday, but.... You're blind. And dating Oikawa. And he /swears/ your name is on his skin... But when your birthday rolls around, he insists you don't show anyone else.... And starts buying you clothes to cover the mark.... And you hear him whispering about his mark to Iwa.... And you begin to worry. 👀

I know it wasn’t specifically meant as a request, but I took the idea and ran with it - I hope it’s okay!! 💕

Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

TW gaslighting, manipulation, dub con nsfw, blind reader

Part II

Always

“You promise me it’s there?”

Are you sure it’s me?

Rich, warm laughter fills the air around you, and despite the tension gnawing away in your stomach, the corners of your lips twitch into a soft smile.

“You don’t believe me!”

He’s happy. Even gasping in mock indignation Tooru can’t quite manage to keep it from his voice.

He has every reason to be; you’re both home for the first time in a year and a half, settled in the well worn couch at his parents house, your friends sprawled out either side of you. He’s twenty one today and as of five minutes ago the proud owner of his very own soulmate mark.

Or so he tells you.

“Well it’s not like I can see it,” you tease, nudging yourself closer so that you can rest your head against his shoulder and sighing loudly. “It could be Issei’s name for all I know, and you’re all just too nice to break the news to me.”

The choked snort from your left side makes you giggle, but not as much as the sound of your boyfriend fake gagging.

“Please, he fucking wishes!”

“Iwa tell her!” Oikawa demands, and you can just imagine the way that Iwaizumi’s eyes must roll before he ultimately gives in.

He always does.

“It’s yours,” he sighs. “Unfortunately you’re stuck with him, Y/N. My condolences.”

Yours.

It’s hard, even as raucous laughter fills the air around you and Oikawa turns to shout at his best friend, to deny the warm fluttering in your chest. The arm around you eases you closer, a thumb absentmindedly stroking at your side and you allow yourself to relax against him.

It’s your name on his skin. You’re his soulmate.

For the first time in weeks, it feels like you can breathe easy. You wonder if Oikawa knew, if he noticed the way you held onto him just that little bit tighter - like you were scared to let go.

You’ve loved Oikawa for as long as you can remember, but you only get one soulmate. Was it really so outlandish to wonder whether his first love would be his last? Whether you could ever be good enough to be his?

The little blind girl, always following at his heels.

For all your faults, you’ve never been naive. You know how amazing he is - Tooru has always been destined for great things and you were just his highschool sweetheart.

A hindrance, one of his very dedicated fans had once taken the time to inform you, clinging desperately to whatever scraps of pity he felt charitable enough to throw your way.

Neither one of you had realised that Oikawa had heard every damn word.

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“Can you just…”

Oikawa pauses, the hand he has wrapped around yours squeezes lightly. “Hmm?”

Breathe deep. Just say it.

Tell him.

You’re almost at the gate, your flight’s leaving in twenty minutes (and you would have been there sooner if he hadn’t insisted on dragging you through every overpriced store in the damn airport) and in a few hours, you’ll be home again.

But it isn’t the thought of being back in Japan that worries you. Your bottom lip catches between your teeth, your heart thumping unsteadily in your chest. His birthday is in two days, and that’s when he’ll find out who his soulmate is supposed to be. And you trust him, you love him. Even if the name on his forearm isn't yours, it’s not like he’s just going to suddenly toss you aside like yesterday’s trash, but… things’ll change, you know they will. And you couldn’t even blame him for that, because how much effort can you really be expected to put into a relationship if you know they’re not the one you’re supposed to end up with?

The doubts you have, the ones that fester and play on your every insecurity, keeping you up at night long after Tooru has drifted off - you’ve tried to shut them out and ignore them as best you can, but you just can’t get on that plane without having some kind of reassurance.

What if it’s not you?

“Just promise me that if…” your breath catches in your throat, and you try to force a smile on your face even though you know that it wobbles. “If it’s not- if I’m not-”

Soft lips press against yours, cutting you off. It’s only for a heartbeat, enough to get you to stop the panicked tumble of words you couldn’t quite get out, but for you it feels like it lasts a lifetime. You could lose yourself in Oikawa’s kisses, you think. Lose yourself and be happy for it.

A warm palm cups your face. “I love you,” he says, and it isn’t the murmured declaration first thing in the morning, his voice still thick with sleep as he rolls over to kiss you good morning, and it isn’t the cheesy, throwaway line he gives whenever you save him the last bite of the milk bread that he specifically bought for you (because god knows his coach would kill him if he found out he ate the entire thing himself).

It’s a promise.

“You are my soulmate,” his thumb strokes along your cheekbone, and you can’t help but lean into the touch. “You’re the only one I’m ever going to want.”

Standing on the outskirts of your gate, moments away from boarding the plane that’ll take you both home, you’re not entirely sure if he’s trying to tell you that he’s certain that the name on his arm is going to be yours, or that he doesn’t care if it isn’t.

Either way, it’s enough.

“You’re mine,” he breathes, and captures your lips in another kiss - this one brimming with ardent devotion, a love too deep for either one of you to speak.

—

Hours later, Iwa, Makki and Mattsun are all asleep downstairs and it’s just Tooru and you curled up in his bed. You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised that being back in his childhood bedroom did little in the way of curbing his appetite, but between giggles and breathy moans, Oikawa’s hand clamped over your mouth and his lips at your ear-

‘Shhh, you have to keep it down, cutie. Unless you want the whole house to hear all the pretty sounds you make when you’re about to cum for me?’

- he manages to wring four orgasms out of you before the two of you collapse back against the mattress, all sweaty and panting.

And you think he’s fallen asleep now, an arm slung around your waist, his face buried against the nape of your neck despite the warmth of the balmy summer night. With his chest flush against your back, you can feel the steady rhythm of his heart, lulling you gently to sleep with every beat.

Soulmate.

This, here, in Oikawa’s arms, this is where you belong, where you’ve always belonged. And yet even with happiness and relief and an overwhelming love singing through your veins - keeping you wide awake - you can’t deny that it feels… strange almost, knowing that out of seven and a half billion people, you’re the one he’s marked for.

He’d sounded so sure back at the airport, like there wasn’t even the possibility of doubt in his mind that you were the one for him. And maybe he was just saying it to calm you down and get your ass on the plane, but if the situations were reversed and it was your birthday first… could you really say with one hundred percent certainty that you knew it would be his name that’d show up on your arm?

You love him more than you’ve ever loved anybody else (more than you ever probably will love anybody else), it’s just that you’ve always known that the two of you were on wildly different paths. Tooru’s the starting setter for a pro volleyball team, and there’s already whispers of that national squad, Olympic selection.

He’s talented and driven and sometimes you wonder whether you ever would have left Miyagi let alone Japan at all if it hadn’t been for him dragging you along with him.

You’ve always been so content in your own little bubble. You cling to what’s comfortable, what you know - all your life, you’ve been told that you’re not defined by your disability, but you’ve never tried to push yourself beyond it.

With Tooru, you’ve never had to.

That girl, years ago - she wasn’t wrong. You do cling to him, like you’d clung to your friends and your family. And maybe that’s not the worst thing in the world, but when you compare what Oikawa has to offer his soulmate compared to what you bring to the table, and-

“I can hear you thinking from here,” your apparently not-so-asleep-after-all boyfriend murmurs in your ear. “Tell me what’s bothering my pretty girl.”

You sigh, rolling over to face him. It’s pointless to lie to Tooru - he can read you better than anyone else - but admitting the whole truth, even here under this little refuge of soft intimacy between the two of you, feels harder than it should be.

“You’re not… disappointed, are you?”

The harrumph that escapes his lips sounds almost offended, but the brush of his lips against the tip of your nose is sweet. “How long have I known you?” he asks.

Your forehead wrinkles at the question. “Fifteen or so years, I guess?”

You’d only been six or so when your family had moved in the house next door to his, across the street from Iwaizumi’s, and you can still vividly remember the first time you met him - crying in your front yard with a scraped up knee - always too eager for your own good.

“Hmm,” he acknowledges, “and how long have we been dating?”

“Seven-ish years?”

He chuckles, kissing you again, this time on your cheek. “And how long do you think I’ve been in love with you?”

Your whole face warms, and you fight the urge to bury it in his bare chest, especially when he reaches out to tuck a stray lock of hair that had fallen out of place back behind your ear. “Tooru-”

He sighs again, the sound tinged with just a hint of fond exasperation. “Give me your hand.”

You oblige, and you feel his long fingers curl around yours, tucking all of your fingers but your index away and drawing your hand closer towards him. It’s only when your pointer brushes against skin that you realise what he’s trying to do. Still, you don’t offer a word as Tooru slowly traces your finger along the dark letters on his skin - his soulmate mark.

Your name.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, Y/N. You’re mine, you’ve always been mine, just as I’m yours,” he vows, and you almost shiver with the intensity that burns in every word. “Any other name would have been nothing more than a filthy lie.”

Any further protests are swallowed up by another kiss, and your boyfriend takes it upon himself to show you exactly how much he adores you, over and over again, until sheer, utter exhaustion drags you to sleep in his arms.

—

Your own twenty-first birthday is a vastly different kind of affair. For one, the two of you decide to stay in Argentina - Oikawa’s mid season and can’t afford the time off training to traipse back home again.

Which means that it is just the two of you alone in your villa when you feel an odd burning sensation start to creep through your left arm. It doesn’t hurt exactly, more like a warm tingling sensation that flows along your skin as one by one the letters of your soulmate’s name come to light.

The sharp little gasp that slips from your lips must have alerted Tooru - hovering as he had been for the better part of the day - because his hands are on your arm within a moment, flipping it over and eagerly dragging it closer for him to inspect. His own breath hitches in his throat, his fingers tightening on your soft skin and a tentative smile works its way across your face.

People have told you before that your boyfriend is handsome - stupidly beautiful, you’d once overheard one of your old high school classmates bemoan. His voice certainly is, soft and pretty and lilting, warm like the first rays of the sun on a cool winter’s morning, though not without its sharpness. Oikawa always has had a wicked tongue. In your head, you picture a face to match, delicate, angular features, warm eyes and a grin that’s just a little impish. Trouble, but the irresistible kind.

You wish you could see it now, watch your soulmate’s eyes widen with delight, or maybe soften with quiet awe. You want to see him happy, deliriously so, you want to look into those lovely eyes of his and see all the love that’s coursing through your veins right now reflected right back at you.

He still hasn’t spoken a word.

The slow drag of a breath, shaky and too sharp, had your bright smile freezing on your face. His grip hasn’t relented, fingers calloused from years of playing volleyball digging into your arm almost painfully. The air between you two is still, he hasn’t moved, not so much as a twitch.

Unease creeps its way into your stomach.

Why hasn’t he said anything?

He’s never exactly been the strong, silent type, and you love him for that. Iwa often complains that his best friend likes the sound of his own voice too damn much (half heartedly at best), and maybe that’s true, but he never realised that it doesn’t bother you in the slightest.

It’s different for you, not being able to see.

You don’t exactly blame them for not understanding - how could they, really? Without your sight to help you, your other senses have to work in overdrive just to make sense of things. Tooru’s voice builds the world around you, imbues it with a spark, guides you like a hand stretching out through the darkness. It’s a gap in the void, a reassurance you cling to - because without it there’s nothing. You’re alone with only your thoughts to keep you company.

So when he goes quiet like this, it’s never a good sign.

A lump lodges its way in your throat. Without your sight, his silence is almost impossible to read, but you can sense the sudden heaviness in the air, the tension hanging thick between the two of you.

You expected dramatics. Tears, maybe, or a burst of affectionate cuddles and kisses. Gushing over your mark just as he had when his own had come through. Hell, you thought he’d grab his phone and take a thousand and one pictures just to prove to the world that you were his as much as he was yours - because you loved each other. Because you were soulmates.

Is there something wrong with your mark?

“Tooru?” you murmur, the edges of your smile starting to slip as your panic rises. “I-is everything-”

“You’re mine.”

The clipped words are little more than a whisper, hoarse and choked. It takes you by surprise, making your heart skip a beat, the knot in your stomach tighten, yet just as that paralysing apprehension starts to take root, he clears his throat, and a laugh bubbles to the surface.

Slowly, like ice thawing, his fingers relax on your forearm, gliding up over your shoulder to curl around your neck. “You love me, right?”

Your eyebrows knit together, but you nod anyway. “Always.”

There’s another shaky breath, and suddenly his arms are wrapping around you, drawing you into a tight embrace. You don’t fight it, still bewildered by the sudden whiplash of his tone.

His own heart is racing, you can feel it as he holds you against him. The question burns deep inside of your chest, a thought you don’t want to give voice to, but you can’t seem to stop yourself - it slips out before you even realise you’ve opened your mouth.

“It is your name, Tooru, isn’t it? You’re my soulmate?”

There’s a beat of silence, and Oikawa hums, resting his chin against the top of your head. “Of course it is, cutie,” he chuckles. “Who else’s name would it be?”

He takes you out for dinner to celebrate. You’d originally picked one of his favourite dresses to wear, a strapless white number with a pretty, flowing skirt that fell to your mid thigh, but Oikawa stops you before you can leave, passing you over an old denim jacket of yours.

“It’s cool out tonight,” he says as he eases it over your shoulders before you can protest.

You don’t question it.

—

He fucks you that night, hard, fast and unrelenting, holding onto you so tight that you swear you’ll have bruises come morning.

—

Oikawa likes doing little things for you.

He likes it when you hold onto his arm and let him guide you around when you go out together (you do have a cane - it sits in the back of your closet for ‘emergency uses’ only). He likes to buy you pretty things, jewellery, clothes, little trinkets that remind him of you - spoiling you with every opportunity he can, doubly so now that he has a salary that affords him that luxury.

It’s not uncommon for him to pick out your outfits. For one, you can’t see so you kind of have to rely on somebody else’s help so you don’t end up a mismatched disaster, and Tooru seems to enjoy doing it. He likes seeing you wear the things he buys for you - lacy, soft and demure.

He also likes it when people know that you’re his.

So it doesn’t strike you as odd when Tooru insists on you wearing his club hoodie over your dress the next time you go to one of his games. You might not be able to see him fly across the court, but you can hear the cheers, the roar of the crowd as they stamp their feet and chant like a battle cry when San Juan scores. You can taste the excitement in the air, and whenever your soulmate steps up to the plate to serve, you feel the rabid excitement of the crowd thrumming in your veins.

It’s warm in the stadium with so many people crammed close together, you push the sleeves up without even thinking. It’s not an issue - it shouldn’t be - but when your boyfriend slips his arms around you, fresh from the locker room post match, it’s the first thing he notices. He’s tugging them back down before you can so much as offer a hello, tersely muttering something about you getting a cold when you frown.

There’s a tiny flicker of unease at the odd behaviour, but he’s kissing you before you can linger on it for too much longer.

And if that’s all it was, maybe it would be easier for you to shove that niggling worry aside.

But once you start noticing things - little, inconsequential things you would have just shrugged off before - you can’t seem to stop, and that tiny seed of doubt starts to take root, to sprout and grow.

Your friends stop calling by. Back home your social circle was pretty much limited to Tooru, Iwa and their friends - not that you minded at all, you love them all dearly, it’s just that you didn’t really have any friends of your own outside of that little group. When you moved across to Argentina and Oikawa started training for longer hours, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to his new team, you got lonely, sitting in your new home just waiting around for him to come back to you.

And it took a while, but eventually you started to venture outside of your comfort zone and lo and behold - even with your stumbling Spanish, you managed to make a few friends! Though you can tell that your beloved boyfriend wasn’t exactly thrilled by the burgeoning new friendships you gushed to him about, he’s never begrudged you them. If it made you happy, then he was happy.

Lately though, they’ve been kind of distant. And by distant, you mean… well, nonexistent. They don’t come visit you anymore, when you call their numbers, it just rings out.

You can’t even leave voicemails - there’s just an automated voice telling you their message banks are full. Regardless, not one of them has made the effort to call you back, and it’s not like you can text them to ask why they’re avoiding you. Life gets in the way, you know that, and sometimes people just drift apart but it’s like all of a sudden they’ve just dropped off the face of the planet.

But when you mention venturing out into town one day without them while Tooru’s at practice, he seems strangely resistant to the idea.

“I just don’t like the idea of you wandering around by yourself. It’s not safe out there for you, cutie,” he tells you.

The words are saccharine, as sweet as the kisses he presses against your lips when he coaxes your chin upwards. You love him, you do. And you understand that he worries - even away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities, San Juan isn’t exactly a crime free neighbourhood, but for the first time the strong, muscular arms that wrap around your waist don’t bring comfort.

It’s like they’re a cage, locked around you and dragging you slowly down to the depths, and it’s driving you mad because you can’t figure out why it feels like that.

Biting back your annoyance, you sigh, forcing yourself to relax against him. You love him - this is normal, couples disagree all the time. “I’m not an invalid, babe. I’ve done it before - I can’t just sit around the villa all day moping all alone or I’ll go crazy.”

He hums noncommittally, his fingers trailing idly across your skin as he draws you closer still, and the conversation is dropped.

Two days later, you find your cane snapped in two in the back of the closet. Oikawa has some weights stuffed in an old gym bag for when he can’t be bothered leaving home to work out - the bag must have fallen on your cane and cracked it when he put it back after his session yesterday afternoon.

An accident, it has to be. He’d never deliberately do something so petty, right?

And there are moments where you can forget the doubts that gnaw away at your insides. Tooru has always been a caring, attentive lover - the perfect boyfriend. He seems more determined that ever to shower you in love, whether that’s by waking you up with his tongue eagerly lapping at your cunt, bringing you home bouquets of fragrant flowers and cooking the two of you dinner, or just with the tiny gestures of affection - tucking your hair back away from your face, linking his hands with yours, the little kisses and compliments he lavishes you with on a daily basis.

When it’s just the two of you, lounging around on the couch, his head resting on your lap and your fingers carding through his hair, it’s easy to pretend that everything’s fine. The two of you love each other. You’ve been his rock, his biggest supporter right from the early days, and Tooru’s the one who drew you out of your shell, who makes you feel like you’re actually worth something.

That you’re beautiful, and loved.

It’s not until you come home one afternoon from an impromptu trip to the local bakery just down the road that all the little pieces fall into place, and you realise why.

The craving for something sweet was what drew you out. Truthfully, you hadn’t really thought twice about it. It was a short trip, one you’d made a thousand times before, and it wasn’t like the locals didn’t know you, wouldn’t watch out for you if they saw you about to unknowingly hurt yourself or trip over something.

The alfajores in your hand were supposed to be a surprise, Tooru had been wound up from practice lately, more stressed than he usually was this late in the season, and you knew you weren’t the only one with a wicked sweet tooth. You’d just wanted to cheer him up.

You hadn’t expected to come home to find Tooru pacing in your bedroom, muttering to himself, and you certainly hadn’t expected him to whirl around at the sound of your approach, snatching at your wrist and all but hauling you inside.

You certainly aren’t prepared for the snarling, bitter words he hurls at you.

And yet even as tears fill your eyes, a choked sob bursting free as he berates you for leaving the villa without telling him, Tooru clutches at you so tightly it feels like your arm’s going to snap.

“You can’t leave me! You can’t - you’re mine!”

He doesn’t stop, barely pauses for breath, but those eight words hit you like a freight train, and everything else fades out into white noise. You can’t for the life of you explain how or why, but in that moment, you know with absolute certainty that the name on your arm can’t be his.

Tooru lied to you.

He’s not your soulmate.

It’s all you can do to stand there numbly while your boyfriend falls to pieces in front of you. The angry yells and screams turn into wretched sobs, and suddenly it’s Tooru collapsing in your arms, clinging to your neck like it’s a lifeline as he sniffles against your chest, and when desperate apologies turn into desperate kisses and he starts to lead you backwards towards the bed, you don’t fight him.

He treats you like you’re made of glass, worshipping every inch of your skin, fervent declarations of love spilling out between kisses like prayers of the devout at an altar. He fucks you slowly, lovingly, moaning your name so sweetly as he searches for absolution within the plush walls of your sex.

And with his fingers coaxing at your clit, his lips dancing against yours you fall off that precipice with him.

You have no idea long the two of you lie there in silence, limbs entangled with one other, but eventually you register the warmth of his hand on your cheek, caressing it with a gentle kind of tenderness that makes something deep inside of you ache.

“You still love me, don’t you?” Tooru’s voice is quiet. Hesitant. It reminds you of the little boy you knew, the one who confided all his fears of never being good enough to you, desperately seeking the validation you always gave so freely.

Your eyes flutter shut, another stray tear spilling down your cheek, and your heart breaks anew.

“Always.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #yandere oikawa #tw gaslighting #tw manipulation #tw dub con

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chiwhorei · 4 years ago

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team spirit

pairing: k. sakusa x fem!reader x a. miya

genre: college!au, smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 2.6k

warnings: threesome, semi-public sex, daddy kink, spitting, a spank, a tiny bit of choking, tit-fucking, degradation, a little coercion, curruption, gaslighting, voyeurism, a subtle age gap (freshman vs. senior in college), cum play, cum eating. nothing too crazy and everything is consensual- it’s just pretty dirty lmao

a/n: in a radical act of self care i have given up on kinktober as it was killing all love that i had for writing. i present to you a piece written solely because it made me h-word. thank you to the love of my life @hqbbg for beta reading, you have my soul and share my desire to be mask-man’s little bitch.

hymn: smells like teen spirit by: nirvana

“Didn’t I tell ya’, princess?” Atsumu’s voice is low and sharp against the shell of your ear as he brushes away a rogue strand of hair from where it fell from your high-pony. The action gentle, the tone unmistakingly galled. “I told ya to behave, but ya’ never want to listen to me.”

The grip he has on you is bruising, fingers nestled on your hips, large hands scrunching your pleated cheer skirt and exposing you to the almost empty locker room. Your boyfriend’s hard-on is distinct against his shorts, pressing against your bare cunt. Your hips buck desperately in his hold, but any fight is useless. There’s no way Atsumu will give you more than just minimal friction; only enough to make you dizzy and malleable in his capture.

Atsumu isn’t oblivious. He’s fully aware of how sweet you look every week, cheering on the sidelines of his games, donning his jersey number in a heart on the apple of your cheek. Having the prettiest little member of your college’s cheer squad in his bed every night never fails to fill him with an almost evil pride. Ever since the beginning of the season, your first year in college, Atsumu has been on you. The moment he first saw you, skin sheened with a layer of sweat and workout shorts riding up high enough to see the angelic curve of your ass cheeks, you were his. He totes a fine line, dancing between cockiness at his prize girlfriend when you’re hit on or ogled, and egregious rage.

Game-night started the same as any other: Astumu sneaking away before warm-ups to kabedon you against the wall when you walked out of the girls locker room. You always flush red-hot, no matter how many times he traps you, fiddling with the pom-poms in your hold. He grabs them from you, tossing them without care onto the ground to pull you tightly against his hard chest, your wrist pinned against the front of your uniform top in one of his hands. The rest of your squad walks by the two of you without much thought; the scene unfolding is rehearsed at this point. It seems like the whole student-body ignores the two of you.

“You act more like a horny teenager than a senior in college, Atsumu.” You puff your cheeks out and glare at him from the fringe of your perfectly curled eyelashes. The fake-blond towering above you snorts at your defiance.

“Well, you act more like an old prude than a freshman in college, princess.” His lips dip lower to fan over yours, “And my name ain’t Atsumu.”

Your knees feel weak trapped in his grip, his presence a strange mix of comfort and distress. You’re welcomed home into the den of a lion. You gulp down a painful air bubble trapped in your throat and mumble an apology.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

It seems to please the arrogant setter, earning you a chirpy laugh as he twirls a piece of your hair in his finger. You hate when Atsumu seems upset with you, so relief washes over you at the light gesture. He releases his hold on your wrists and pulls you into a sloppy kiss. You melt into the feeling of his lips, his hands rubbing up and down your arms lazily, causing your body to slack against him. Atsumu’s attention always renders you compliant (often against better judgement).

“I’ve gotta go, but make sure I hear ya’ cheering out there for me, sweetheart,” he says after letting go of your lips with one last nip. So begins the quick restoration of your uniform from where it was misplaced by setter fingers. After you’ve collected yourself under the watchful eye of your senior, you bend at the waist to pick up the stray poms and feel the swift union of Atsumu’s hand against your ass. You scoff at his childishness, even though you had expected it. Game nights are always the same.

The same round of cat and mouse, the same suffocating sexual tension and embarrassing public display.

The only anomaly tonight is the lecherous stare of your boyfriend's teammate on your folded body. A stare that shouldn’t belong to the curly haired man fixes onto you and the view of your tight pair of spandex has turned him into stone.

Pride is a cardinal sin, and so is lust.

“Do ya’ like what ya’ see, Omi? She’s a pretty little thing ain’t she?” Your eyes snap up to meet the gaze of the man in front of your disheveled form. Sakusa’s eyes are dark and cold; his expression reads indifference, but the hard cock in his shorts is clearly seen. He’s frozen in place a few feet in front of the bench you’re displayed on. Your crisp white sneakers are on either side of Atsumu’s built thighs, knees bent and held in place by the man under you. Your uniform top and bra have been pushed up unceremoniously, freeing your tits to bounce slightly with every squirm. Sakusa watches every jiggle of soft, supple skin in front of him. The tent in his boxers is becoming painful with every heave. Both hands are pressed stiffly to his sides, left hand clutching your white, cotton panties. The fabric is damp, sticking slightly against his fingers and making him cringe. Disgusting.

Atsumu’s hand wanders down to spread the puffy lips of your pussy, long middle finger proading against your tight hole. Atsumu growls at the feeling of your arousal, not wasting any time sticking a digit into you with practiced movements. You whimper at the intrusion, legs feeling weak and shaky from their strained position as Atsumu adds a second finger with ease. He always knows exactly how to work you over, rendering you at a loss for words with his prodding against the spongy anterior of your pussy.

“Y/n is always such a little mess on her daddy’s fingers.” His middle and pointer finger are pulled out with a resounding pop and his palm lands a harsh pat against your clit. “Do you like putting on a show for Sakusa-san? He seems to fancy ya’, doesn't he?” You’re asked a question but can only yelp in response as Atsumu’s fingers are shoved back into you, pumping with fervor.

The tall man in front of you is only partially familiar; aside from volleyball games and visiting your boyfriend at practice, you’ve only seen Sakusa at the occasional party or team dinner. He’s never seemed too keen on getting to know you before, but now he’s palming himself at the sight of your most intimate angles completely open for his viewing pleasure. Sakusa’s slightly flushed cheeks and boring stare causes your cunt to clench around Atsumu’s fingers. Ever the painfully observant man, neither the tightening muscles nor the reason behind it is lost on the blond.

“Ya’ like being watched, that’s why yer sloppy pussy’s extra wet tonight, huh?” You shake your head frantically, not wanting to admit that the heat rising in your stomach is due to your voyeur’s deep brown eyes. Atsumu is a prideful man, some would say too much so, a fact he’ll have to atone for later. One thing he isn’t? Greedy.

“Omi-omi~” The singing of the stupid nickname seems to snap Sakusa out of his stupor as he flicks his eyes to meet Atsumu’s. “Don’t be shy, c’mere.” Sakusa is still working long strokes over his confined cock, stepping forward to further invade your personal space. Atsumu’s chin rests against your shoulder, face amused and casual, disconnected from what his hands are holding.

All you can do is look up at the looming figure, black hair falling in front of his face and mouth set in a harsh line. You’re eye level with the bulge in his shorts now, so close you can almost feel the fabric against your lips. Every sense is overwhelmed, crowded in the abandoned locker room with your boyfriend working you open in front of his teammate. Sakusa reaches out and runs his finger over the uniform top that sits wrinkled up above your breasts. His calloused pad runs over the article in a moment of contemplation, before pinching your hardened nipple. A surprised yelp falls from your lips along with the already tumbling whines.

Distracted by your new company, Atsumu’s cock releasing from his shorts goes unnoticed. With the dark, inky stare keeping you hostage, you only realize his fingers are being replaced when the hardened tip is pressing into you. A pathetic squeal rips through your throat at the breach. No matter how many times Atsumu stretches you out on his fat cock, it burns every time.

“I think ya’ should help Sakusa-san out, princess.” Another few inches disappear, your shaky balance is corrected with one of Atsumu’s hands wrapping around your neck, “Since it’s yer dirty little body that’s got ‘em all hard.”

The intonation wracks you with guilt, looking up at Sakusa with bleary, begging eyes. You’re not sure what exactly you’re begging for.

There’s no restraint left in Sakusa, having used most of it up when your panties were ripped off and tossed to him with a cheeky wink from his setter. He shoves said garment into his pocket before pushing his shorts and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free. Your eyes roll slightly at the sight in front of you, impressive in length and pleasantly veiny. Right under his head, you see two freckles, noting they almost mimic the ones right above his eyebrow.

Atsumu’s cock is snugly inside you, buried to the hilt, and you're pulled back into his broad chest by the grip on your throat. Sakusa holds himself at the base, stroking upwards and swirling his thumb against the precum collecting at his tip. He leans over you, slapping his head against your tits experimentally. The reaction Sakusa gets seems to be the one he was seeking, as your whispered cries thump to the same beat of his length against your skin.

“Such a nasty girl. You always look so sweet and innocent cheering for us. Does he fuck you like this after every game?” Sakusa has found his voice, regarding you coolly. Tears prick at your eyes, any retort caught behind your teeth as you stare back dumbly.

“Answer ‘em princess,” Atsumu lifts you up slightly to slam you back down onto his heavy cock; the sound is squelching in the stale air around you, “tell ‘em how you cream on Daddy’s cock after everyone leaves.”

“I- please, I-” You’re cut off by your own mewl when a string of saliva breaches Sakusa’s lips and falls towards your chest, watching as it ascends onto the valley between your tits. As it rolls down your sweat-sheened skin, the black-haired man rubs his weeping cock down the map his spit makes. Your brain is fuzzy at the attention of both men, warming your boyfriend's cock as his teammate grinds himself on your naked chest.

Sakusa grabs your wrists, causing your thighs to wobble weakly from their squatted position, and presses your palms to hold your breasts against his shaft. The pressure has Sakusa’s head falling back as soft, warm skin welcoming his shallow thrusts.

“Such a complaint little pet you have, Miya.” His hand brushes against your cheek and trails downwards to find purchase on your chin. “Dirty little girl,” his voice coos you, “Open wide.”

Your mouth falls at his order, fussing weakly at the nickname. Another sharp putt meets your ears and his warm spit hits the fattest plane of your tongue. Tears escape at the sides of your eyes with the overwhelming presence. Atsumu begins a slow assault on your aching pussy, removing the hand on your throat to pull your hips against his lap. The rhythm is a salacious duet with the cock nestled between your tits and has you clenching even tighter.

“Ya’ better not swallow Omi’s spit until I say so, princess. Keep that wicked tongue out for him to paint.” You do as you're told, as always, tongue lolled out with a pant. At your passivity, Atsumu rewards you with tight circles to your throbbing clit. His cheek presses against your own, peering over to watch his friend’s cock against your chest with wonder. Such a distinct beauty is found in the ruined body on top of him. As much as Atsumu appreciates the sweet, loving moments that he shares with you, the sight of your precious body bent to his will makes his dick twitch acutely. It’s sick how much he enjoys seeing how far he can push you-

“I’m going to cum on your girlfriend's sweet face, Miya. Christ, it’s disgusting how much she seems to want it.”

However, your enjoyment in your own depravity and humiliation is much more sickening.

Atsumu’s pace picks up, skin slapping against your sore pussy with new resolve. He wants to see you break into pieces right on the locker room bench. Your vision is spotting at the pressure on your clit, mixing with the dulled sting of being split open on the blond setter's thick cock. All you can do is produce a garbled squeal from around your dangling tongue. Sakusa pulls his cock from your chest, pumping his hand feverishly against the soft skin. The sight is almost unbelievable: a man who barely allows his teammates a high-five has your hair wrapped around his other fist. Your head is yanked back, eyes entrapped by Sakusa’s. Atsumu’s fingers are unrelenting against the bundle of nerves that now feels more like a ticking time-bomb.

“C’mon princess, don’t hold back on us. I wanna see ya’ cum right in front of Omi. Show’em how much team spirit ya’ got.” Atsumu’s teeth bite down onto your neck, angling his tip to press against that deepest spot inside of you. The fraying cord in your stomach is pulled taught, snapping at the feeling of Sakusa’s hot cum against your face, thick spurts landing on your cheer uniform and splattering against your already marred tongue.

Your own orgasm tears through you, burning deeply through every vein in your body. It’s sinful how your body reacts to the messy splotching of a stranger's cum against you, thrown head-first into release at the ministrations of the men on either side of you. Your tight rings of muscles pulsate around Atsumu’s cock, coaxing his own orgasm out to meet your silky insides. There’s nothing better in the world, Atsumu thinks to himself, than fucking his hot cum into your sweet, submissive body.

As the pair of volleyball players steady their own breathing, another menacing laugh escapes your boyfriend’s mouth. He peers over the mess in front of him, strings of cum drawing random patterns against your chest and cheeks. He turns your face towards him and smiles, finding that you did exactly as he asked. Your mouth wide, tongue still stuck out and awaiting further instruction. Such a perfect girl you are, letting Atsumu’s most debased fantasies play out on your innocent little body. Your job is to motivate his team after all, and there’s no better way to boost comradery after a win than to celebrate the best way he knows how.

“Team spirit, huh?” Sakusa tucks himself back into his shorts, leaning in to swipe his cum against your lips as a parting gift. You watch him with glassy eyes and suck on the digit when pressed against your tongue.

“That’s for sure.”

all writing is dymphnasprose’s original content, please do not repost or modify. do no read my content as asmr.©️

#sakusa x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa smut #atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #tw: coercion #tw: corruption #tw: gaslighting

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kageyuji · 4 years ago

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How the pretty setter squad kisses

-> warnings ; kissing, making out

-> includes ; oikawa, kageyama, kenma, suga, and akaashi

a/n ; idk which group i want to do next! i was thinking about aces or liberos, but who would you guys want?

oikawa —

i feel like oikawa is the most experienced out of all of them, i just think he’s been in more half-relationships than the others

the first kiss probably happens at a very light hearted time; the two of you were somewhere just relaxing, laughing at some dumb joke or story he’d said when he suddenly asks if he can kiss you

you’d smile and say yes, he’d smile too and lean in

he’s very gentle and his lips are softer than you’d expected

his hands rest on the sides of you neck with his thumb on your jawline, pulling you just a little bit closer to him

you feel him smiling against your lips and then pull away, leaving you flustered although he seemed relatively calm about what had just happened

he’s probably the calmest out of everyone

not in a way that he didn’t care about this kiss, because he definitely did care, i just think he’s had a lot more first kisses

he isn’t very consistent with his kisses; sometimes slow and soft, other times rough and passionate

sometimes he rests his forehead on yours and just kind of. sits there

he finds it very calming, or so he says (we all know it’s because he lowkey wants you to kiss him again)

he also likes to gently kiss the tips of your fingers whenever you’re cuddling, he finds it very sweet??

also, i feel like he’s the type to give you sleepy kisses

like he’s half asleep, you both had long days, he just leans in and very lazily gives you something that’s more than a peck but not quite a kiss

makeout sessions are,,,,interesting to say the least

he’s very handsy and flirty, and he loves to be marked up

he would gladly show off any hickeys he earned (yes, earned)

he’s very passionate when it comes to making out w you <///////3

he likes you in his lap whenever you’re making out, his hands on your back with your arms preferably thrown over his shoulders

he watches makeout tutorials don’t @ me ABSJDBF

he also holds his hand on the small of your back so he can hold you against him, you don’t really notice it until you go to move away from him

but he’s holding you the entire time you’re making out

kageyama —

you’re going to have to initiate the first kiss; he doesn’t quite know how to ask so he waits for you

but also, it takes him a while to trust you enough to let his walls down a little bit

it’s not a person thing, he just isn’t one to rush into something, even if he’s known you for a while

which is why it took a long while for you to make the first move

you leaned in slowly, making sure he didn’t pull back

“can i...?” you asked

he looked awkward and even a little nervous, but he nodded

with that, you closed the distance between you two

he is a little confused as to what to do with his hands, does he hold your hand? does he hold your face? it feels awkward to have them at his sides but can he touch you?

when you put your hand on the side of his face, he freezes up at first but then leans into your touch

he’s also probably the first to pull back

it’s not that he wants to, his brain is just a fried mess of trying to figure out if he’s a good kisser, if he did it right, was he awkward? how long is a kiss supposed to last?

of course, you know absolutely none of this because he’s not that great at expressing his emotions

he has an expression on his face that’s something like panic

he has so many thoughts. he’s running through it in his mind again. he’s screaming internally

on the outside he’s still doing the 😧😳 face

after the first kiss, they go a little bit smoother but not really

it takes him a while for the kisses to get less awkward

also he’s much more a fan of quick pecks than full on kissing

however, makeout sessions are bound to happen at some point

he’s hella awkward about it at first, he’s literally never made out with anyone before

again, he doesn’t quite know what to do with his hands in the beginning

eventually he figures it out and things go a lot more smoothly, but he’s still slightly hesitant

i feel like he wants you to set the pace, at least to begin with; he doesn’t want to seem too controlling or too pushy

but once he figures out what you like he can takeover if you want him to

kenma —

i feel like with kenma, you’d have to make the move to initiate the first kiss

it’s not that it’d be impossible for him too, he just isn’t that big on kissing, he’d rather cuddle or something

so finding an opportunity to kiss you just isn’t on his mind

that’s not to say if the perfect opportunity arose he wouldn’t though

i feel like the two of you would have been snuggling, you perched beside him while he was playing on his switch

and you would have had to pec his cheek to get his attention, when he turned to you he looked a little confused

but you couldn’t help but notice how close your faces were together

“can i kissed you?” you asked him, and watched a soft smile pull at his lips

“mhm,” he answered

you leaned and pressed your lips against his, him kissing you back

he isn’t very touchy, it’s just a soft, feather-light touch on your side

also, if you kiss him while he’s holding something in his hands or he’s got his hands in his pockets, he most likely isn’t going to set the object down and take his hands out of his pockets

so it can get awkward with touching but only if you think about it too much VAHDFBNF

he honestly isn’t that big on kissing, he will sleepy nuzzle into you though? or give you a quick peck before he leaves

or he also like holding your hand, but not in like an actual way. he’ll like,,,want your arm thrown lazily over his arm or something

makeout sessions with kenma are,,,,something else, i suppose

it’s not that kenma doesn’t care about the relationship, he just isn’t a very passionate lover WHSUDBFN

so makeout sessions w him are not only rare, they’re rather sloppy

they aren’t consistent, either

sometimes he’ll want hickeys, other times not.

sometimes he wants you on his lap, his hands holding you somewhere

while other times he genuinely couldn’t care how you’re sitting

he’s usually still very gentle, but he’s pretty versatile about it so whatever you ask he’ll probably do

suga —

uhm. i’m so bad at writing suga anyway so uh basically

i feel like he’s not the type that like,,,ask you out of no where

the first time, you’ll definitely see it coming before he asks if he can kiss you

he’s smiling the entire time he asks, and even if you say no to him the smile never drops from his face

if you do say yes, he lets out something like a chuckle and leans in to kiss you

he is no way a rough kisser, he’s very soft and gentle

he has one hand on the side of your face and the other is on your waist

the first kiss is probably short, but when he breaks away from you he’s still just inches away from you face and his hand is still resting lightly on your cheek

so if you lean again by no means is he going to stop you

he’s pretty calm about it, i’m not saying he’s smooth by any means AHSJFJNF but he’s probably the most calm out of all of the setters

he’s used to initiating kisses i think, but he actually kind of loves it whenever you try to move first

the first kiss actually wasn’t so awkward, but it slowly becomes less and less so the further into the relationship

sugas the type to pepper light kisses all over your face

but i also feel like his kisses get a lot more lazy the further into the relationship? not in a bad way, but he’s the type to give you sleepy, half-kisses

suga is v sweet w his makeout sessions!! he always asks before giving hickeys, he’s very gentle about moving you or adjusting if any awkward situations happen

he’s probably the most verbal? he asks a lot of questions

he starts off very soft and gentle, but based on how into it you get the more he’ll adjust to what you want

hickeys are kinda. eh, i suppose. he’s a-okay giving them, but unless you ask or want to he isn’t gonna ask for hickeys on himself

akaashi —

who makes the first move is kind of 50/50, akaashi has a lot of anxiety but also he isn’t afraid to speak his mind

he’s also very intuitive so i feel like he’d be able to tell whenever you were ready, and if you were too afraid to say something he’d definitely make the first move

i also feel like akaashi is probably the sweetest out of all of the boys when it comes to asking you

he’ll grab you hand, looking you right in the eyes and asking you straight forward if he can

whenever you say yes, he’ll smile and lean in of course

he’s a bit rougher with his kisses than you’d originally expected, his hand under your chin in order to pull him closer to you

he’s got to be holding you in some way; wether it’s a hand on your waist or just him holding your hand

he’s probably the first to pull away - his kisses are kind of short compared to the others’

he’ll probably pull away from you a little, although not all the way. your faces are still close, but not too close

he’s smiling, a dry laugh coming from him

his other kisses usually happen in a similar manner, although how he kisses can change from time to time

he can definitely kiss a lot softer sometimes though as well

makeout sessions are sort of a different story? kind of?

he starts off slow, but then gets more rough the more into he gets

he likes to leave hickeys, but if you don’t want any it’s not like he’s gonna complain

he’ll claim to be embarrassed whenever you leave hickeys on him, although he secretly loves it whenever his team sees them

he’s not handsy per se, one hand rest on his waist and moves up and down and the other is on your back

he’s also another thats verbal, he likes to communicate w you, asking if this is ok or if you’d like this

he likes it whenever you run your fingers through his hair, curling your fingers and tugging lightly

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malereader-inserts · 4 years ago

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The Cat’s Manager

Fandom: Haikyu Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuro x Male!Reader Summary: Kuroo has a range of friends. Word Count: 1,086 Request: Could you possibly do a Kuroo x Boyfriend!reader, where he's one of Nekoma's managers and he goes to check in on him but finds Tetsuro with the gym 3 squad hanging out and it's his first time meeting Tetsu's friends? If not that's totally fine! Just stoked that you're writing for Haikyuu now!! - ❤️❤️ A/n: I realised my timeline in this is fucked, but I didn’t want to rewrite it so I tried bending it about

You hadn’t been in training camp for the first day, you had been running errands to get the barbeque on the way, one that has been planned a few days in advance. So, when you actually returned to help out, watermelons were being served and whilst you were the only Nekoma’s manager, you managed to find the rest of the managers who welcomed you with open arms. You had met Karasuno’s manager before, the pretty third year, but you said hi to the new manager.

“Kenma!” You called out, the short boy perked up to hear your voice, “Watermelon?”

“Yeah, thanks,” His voice was soft, a smile appeared, “The team has been chaotic without you, especially Tora.”

“It’s Kiyoko, isn’t it?”

Kenma nodded, “Kuro is over there, by the way, he’s getting on my nerves.”

“When is he not annoying?” You sighed, “I’ll check up on him later, how have you been, Kenma?”

You like keeping Kenma company, he’s quiet but smart - he takes a liking to you and approves of you dating his best friend. You were a nice balance to his personality. And you have a good sense of the sport, after all, you used to play with the team. In fact, you were going to be ace of the team, until there was an accident where your knee was no longer at top shape and forced to quit volleyball. Luckily, Nekoma team allowed you to be a manager because you were able to help with training and exercise.

Sometimes, Tora gets guilty to take your spot on the team, but you always reassure him that he did nothing wrong. It wasn’t his fault that floor was slippery, and when you were going for a receive you fell wrong - shattering your kneecap.

You were so busy during the day that the only time you could see your boyfriend was after training was done and it was personal training. You hummed, a little limp to your walk as you look for Kuroo. You stumbled to hear Kuroo’s laughter ringing from gym three.

You poked your head through and was spotted by the Russian.

“(Y/N)!”

Kuroo snapped his head, mid-block, getting a spike to the side of his face from Akaashi.

“LEV!” Kuroo shouted, rubbing his face.

“Are you okay, Kuroo?” Akaashi asked softly as the middle blocked nodded, waving him off.

Kuroo turned to look at you, waving his hand, a glint of excitement and happiness in his eyes, “Hey!”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

You knew some faces, you’ve heard names thrown about in team chat. You were able to meet Kiyoko before the practice game between yours and her school before dipping out before you could meet Karasuno’s team because you were visiting your grandma, who lived in Miyagi. You often get lost in the crowd by Fukurōdani Academy’s setter and ace.

Bokuto not paying attention much and Akaashi’s attention always being on his ace. So, they would never glance your way unless there was something happening with you.

You entered the gym with a welcoming smile, “Hey guys.”

“Baby!” Kuroo ran to you, giving you a massive hug, “I’ve missed you.”

“I was gone for a day and a half.”

“Too long-” Kuroo whined as you chuckled, rubbing his hair, attempting to flatten it down.

“Erm, Kuroo, who’s this?” Bokuto asked as you tilt yourself to the side to look at him.

“Oh, I’m (L/n) (Y/n)! I’m Kuroo’s boyfriend and Nekoma’s manager.” You say, waving lightly with a cat Captain latching onto you, as he pouts, “Nice to meet you.”

“I know you, (L/n),” Akaashi says, looking at you, “I heard you had an accident, you were playing for Nekoma.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Can’t do much about it now.”

“Wait you can’t play?” Bokuto pouts at you, “That must suck!”

“Well, yeah, but I don’t mind helping out with techniques, I’ve got good game sense.” Akaashi nods, smiling a little, “I’ve heard the two of you. Bokuto Kotaro and his setter - Akaashi Keiji of Fukurōdani Academy.”

“Hell yeah! You’re pretty cool to be Tetsuro’s boyfriends.”

“Bo-!” Kuroo shouted at his companion, the owl smirked in his enjoyment to pick fun at the cat.

“Anyway, you two?” You look at the two other people.

“I’m Hinata Shoyo!” The small ginger-haired boy, jumped up, “What position did you play?”

“You can’t ask that,” The tall blond boy sneered, looking down at you with his glasses, “I’m Tsukishima.”

“It’s okay, Tsukishima, I don’t mind,” You say, at least the blond boy had some manners to him, “I played wing spiker.”

“And almost the ace for the team,” Kuroo boasted, “Unfortunately-”

“I shattered my kneecaps.”

Everyone in the gym except you and Kuroo had cringed at the accident. You lifted your sweatpants to see the scar from surgery. Bokuto wanted to get to you closer so he could give it a good admirable stare, but Akaashi had tugged the back of his shirt to pull him back.

“Hey, if you ever get annoyed with this piece of work,” You motion to your boyfriend, “I can always try to offer you some advice. After all, I would love to see a good game at nationals.”

You smile as you turned to your boyfriend, who was glaring at Bokuto and then sharply looking at Lev. You rolled your eyes at the captain of your team.

“I’ll see you later, you’ll be okay, right?”

“Of course,” Kuroo’s voice was drawled out, a slight tease to his tone, “Go keep Kenma company.”

“Don’t give Lev a hard time.”

“Yeah, listen to (L/n)!” Lev shouted as Kuroo growled at him, making the half-Russian flinch back.

“Play nice, kitty,” You give him a peck on the lips, “I like your friends, they’re nice.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes as you turn around to wave goodbye to the rest of them. Kuroo turns to watch his boyfriend walk out of the gym and head towards bedding arrangements. He looks back at the group of boys at the net.

“I like your boyfriend, Kuroo!” Hinata says, a smile never leaving his face, “He seems so cool!”

Kuroo was surprised to see Tsukishima nod in agreement. Bokuto looks even more hyped up, after your statement of wanting to witness a good game at nationals - it seems like it set off something in Bokuto, Hinata and Lev.

“Well, once you get to know him more, he’s even cooler,” Kuroo speaks highly of you.

And, well, he never wrong on a person’s personality.

#kuroo tetsuro x male reader #kuroo tetsuro imagine #x male reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x male reader #kuroo x male reader

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deluluass · 4 years ago

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What bliss, domesticity.

for: @tink2kagome. i’m sorry it took me so long to work on ur pretty setter squad request T^T i’ll probably do like another one in the future!

& @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa @belpomme @chaichai-the-weeb for being such lovely mutuals <3 <3

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; yakuza/organized crime; gun mention; a lot of (non-sexual) food references in this one

Jun’ichi Saikawa was obviously the kind of man who liked to laugh. Not unlike most people in their world. The kind who use their entire body when they do, announcing to the entire world with a bellowing “Ha Ha Ha!” how pleased they are with whatever’s going on in front of them.

Which, in all honesty, was pretty admirable, that the old man could still do it considering how bored to tears Wataru was.

That it’s a humid afternoon didn’t help either. He could feel the sweat on his back even when the doors were already slid open, exhibiting a verdant garden filled with blossoms and shrub peonies. From his place he could see the school of koi swirling in the shallow pond, their scales iridescent under the warm rays of the sun.

“Didn’t know you were the funny sort, 'Kaashi!” Saikawa blurted out, the sake in his hand spilling to his fingers.

This wasn’t Wataru’s first day on the job, but this is the first that he gets to do something this important. And with someone he highly respects, too.

So he gave his collar a light tug, steeling himself to endure as he tucked his legs further beneath him, and resorted to thinking about the many things he would absolutely surrender just to lie down on the warm mat.

His car, maybe.

The brand new noise-cancelling headphones he bought, if pushed.

Wataru saw Akaashi nod.

“I appreciate a joke every now and then,” he said.

The larger man laughed again.

“Here, here!” Saikawa thundered, snatching a tiny, yellow box from the maid who appeared as swiftly as she’d left.

“I heard you like sweets. Here,” he said, grinning as he handed it to Akaashi. “My youngest son just opened a cake shop. I know what you’re thinking, but who am I to say no, eh?”

Akaashi passed the box to Wataru.

“Mind it for me, please,” he whispered.

How unexpected. Akaashi-san has a sweet tooth.

Huh.

That’s pretty neat. Wataru himself wasn’t partial to cakes, but he does love pudding.

“You are a good father, Jun’ichi-san,” Akaashi told him.

This time, Wataru didn’t bother suppressing a yawn as Saikawa fumbled for his phone, hiding it behind his hand as he stared at the birds chirping and hopping about outside.

“Wanna see him? He’s much like you! Good head on his shoulders, that one.”

“I am honored, Jun’ichi-san,” Akaashi echoed back, peering down at the photos Saikawa showed him.

“He sends me a lot of these- uh,” Saikawa snorted, his nose reddened by the alcohol. “What do young people call it, the- pictures-”

“Selfies?” Akaashi politely supplied.

“That’s the one! Look. Precious, ain’t he?”

His earpiece crackled to life.

Konoha’s voice emerged from the static.

“We’re ready when you are,” his senior murmured. “Man, this is taking too long. Let’s get some burgers when we’re done.”

“Akaashi-san,” Wataru croaked, feeling his cheeks heat up as he continued, “K-Komi-san and the others are waiting for you.”

Saikawa perked up. “Ah, of course! Of course!”

He stumbled when he attempted to stand up. Akaashi was quick on his feet to assist him.

“I knew I could count on you, son,” he muttered, patting Akaashi’s back. “Now, you tell Bokuto that what happened between us- it’s all in the past! All in the past! And if those bastards mess with him again, you tell him to run to old Jun’ichi!”

Akaashi clasped Saikawa’s hand.

“Thank you,” Akaashi said. “I’ll be sure to relay your sentiments to Bokuto-san.”

“You do that, my boy.” Saikawa’s belly shook as he laughed. “Your generation’s a smart one, indeed. The in-fighting and wars, bah! All that trouble for nothing; that’s not your style. Your lot’s the future now!”

Then, Akaashi stepped a few meters back and bowed.

Wataru followed behind him.

“We will be taking our leave,” Akaashi said. “It has been an illuminating talk, Jun’ichi-san.”

The sound of the bamboo drip trickling water into another stalk permeated through the silence.

It collapsed and clunked against a stone.

He heard the birds flutter away.

When Wataru raised his head, Saikawa had already been lying face down on the floor.

And, of course, Wataru’s used to it: the crack of a gun muffled by a silencer.

He’s been practicing his entire life, after all. He actually doesn’t flinch anymore and Wataru thinks he should be proud of himself.

It’s just that... how could someone who used to be there, suddenly...disappear? Saikawa was right in front of him a few minutes ago. Laughing and showing off photographs of his son. And now he’s...not.

But, Saikawa didn’t disappear. Not really.

The blood seeping through the tatami is proof of it, but Wataru chooses not to look. In theory, he knows what a bullet through the skull looks like. He’d just rather not see today if what he’s taught reflects true in the real world.

Maybe some other time.

“Wataru.”

Wataru flinched. “Y-yes?”

Akaashi looked back at him. “The cake?”

His body was still trembling and it took a lot of strength to not let it show in his hands when he gave it back to Akaashi, the box pleasantly yellow with doodles of doe-eyed eggs dancing along the handle. Unblemished, unlike Akaashi, who was sporting a splatter of blood along his cheek.

It’s surprisingly still cool to touch, too.

“No, thank you,” he said, rejecting the handkerchief that Wataru offered.

From afar, Wataru could hear the faint melodies of an old love song being played by a car radio. No doubt Konoha’s doing. It followed them, growing louder the closer they walked back into the parking lot. The others bowed and sent gruff salutations along Akaashi’s way as they dragged bodies out of the Saikawa mansion.

(It was nauseating and Wataru wanted to pass out.)

He pressed his nails harshly into the meat of his palm.

“A-Akaashi-san,” Wataru began. “I didn’t know that- that um, you liked... sweets.”

Akaashi halted.

“No, I don’t,” he said, blinking. “But my wife does.”

Wataru stared at him.

Akaashi went ahead.

He stayed that way— staring and wondering, until they stopped by the fast food restaurant that Konoha loved so much. Wataru couldn’t even finish his burger and fries.

By the time that they hit the freeway, Akaashi had already cleaned himself up and Wataru was still grappling with the word “wife.”

Of course he knows the man is married.

But, how, exactly, do you reconcile his reputation with the sight of him, every passing headlight sharpening his features, quietly humming along to Aki Yashiro? Who was longing for Shinjuku at night, the beauty of it, and oh, how wonderful it’d be, she said: a rendezvous with her lover, waiting for her under raining cherry blossoms.

Wataru figured that he was tired and starting to see things.

That small smile that graced Akaashi’s lips couldn't be real, either, especially those hands of his that held the box of cake like it’s worth more than gold.

He wasn't really particular when it comes to music. A song's a song, in Akaashi's opinion. Another form of noise that helps when the silence gets too overbearing.

But you, on the other hand, liked music. Listened to it the same way one eats their favorite food: memorizes the lyrics; goes out of your way to collect unearthed photographs and newspaper clippings that made the singer seem more human.

You loved music— was probably the right way of putting it.

Especially the old variety. He didn't get it at first. The sounds are dated; no one speaks in that language with that cadence anymore; the singer's probably dead.

Well, Akaashi still doesn't get it, if he were to be honest.

Yet here he is.

His hands were wrapped around your waist, coaxing you into a slow— albeit clumsy, waltz.

"Kei-kun!" you squeaked. "The dishes!"

You dragged your slippers beneath you, struggling to wipe the suds off your hands.

"S-seriously, Kei-kun..!"

Sure, he doesn’t fully understand what’s great about it, music.

Yet here he is.

Perhaps it’s because he immediately recognized the first few notes this time, that’s why he’s doing this. He didn’t even wait for the DJ to finish saying, “You’re still listening to Vintage F.M. Here’s a classic for you couples out there. Have a romantic night with Nat King Cole’s L-O-V-”

Perhaps it’s because your cream stew tasted extra special that it made him shrug the fatigue off, giving in to the urge of pulling you close and taking your damp hand in his to sway and bob along the skipping bassline. Your bashful objections went in one ear and out the other.

Sure, he’s not the type to do this, either, dancing.

Yet here he is.

Perhaps it’s because he knew that it’s your favorite song.

Perhaps it’s just what marriage does to you.

"Did you like the cake?" he whispered against your neck, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and the way your skin jumped as he did.

Your breaths were shallow against his chest, but you managed a soft, “Yes, sweetheart. Thank you.”

Akaashi caressed your back, kneading the tensed muscles as he huffed.

“Good,” he murmured, trembling. “Good girl. What a relief."

It was endearing, how offbeat the both of you were. A shame, though, considering that Nat King Cole’s fervently insisting on love; that it’s all that I can give to you; that it’s more than just a game for two.

So Akaashi makes up for his two left feet by joining in. He pressed his lips to your forehead. How strange, your presence in his life. What did he do to deserve you by his side, for this contentment that thaws away the chill?

(He put a ring on your finger, is what he did. He deserves this.)

“Two,” he droned, made giddy by the sparks in his belly, “in love can make it.”

You looked at him, wide-eyed.

“Take my heart and please don’t break it.”

He spun you around.

“Oh my god, Kei-kun,” you gasped. “You can’t sing.”

Akaashi’s aware of it all too well. He can’t carry a note; not him: the guy who’s had monotony ingrained in his very being. But that’s why he has you.

A startled giggle left you as he guided you into a box step, the trumpet rising and falling over the strings. You stepped on him a few times, so he lifted you up, just so, and kicked off your slippers. Then, he set your feet atop his own.

He took you with him as he moved, waddling and careful not to hit his back against the countertop. It came as no revelation that both of you weren’t any better dancers even after this maneuver.

Akaashi continued. Starting with L—

“Is for the way you look at me.”

“Stop, stop-” Your eyes crinkled at the sides. “You’re flat.”

Akaashi persisted, anyway, taking your cheek to pepper kisses all over your face.

“O is for the only one I see.”

Your laugh was airy— light and buoyant all over the kitchen, like a fairy leaving stardust in its wake. Not gratingly booming nor demanding. After all, you weren’t the kind who felt the need for it: an audience to witness how pleased you are; how strong and powerful you are over everyone else.

Besides, your laugh was just for him. A private and intimate thing. And he was so lost in it that he almost forgot what’s been gnawing at him for the entire morning.

Akaashi rested his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling the downy fabric of your dress as he gripped you by the hips.

“Where did you go earlier?”

The orchestra was in a joyous uproar, joining the rapid beating of your heart; the trumpet bright and clear, singing in harmony with the bass and saxophones and trombones, as Nat King Cole repeatedly guaranteed, as if an oath, that love was made for me and you.

Love was made for me and you.

“I had to buy some groceries!” you piped up. “We ran out of ingredients. Sorry, I forgot to bring my phone with me. Oh, I have to run you a bath. I’ll tell you when it’s done, alright?”

You broke away from him with a beaming grin, but Akaashi wanted to ask, despite the evidence of it before him.

“Are you happy?”

It has already ended, the song. The DJ was signing off for the night.

You nodded, playfully jabbing his arm with a fist.

“Of course,” you told him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Perhaps it’s because you were never really good at pretense, no matter how much you hid behind needless noise.

Music. Laughter. Running water.

Akaashi sighed as he slumped down the nearest stool.

Of course you’re happy. Why wouldn’t you be?

After rubbing his eyes with clammy fingers, Akaashi fiddled them together beneath his temples. He released a heavy breath and fished for his phone in his pocket.

He spoke after the first two rings.

“Wataru-san, I’m sorry for bothering you,” he said. “Can you do something for me?”

His subordinate didn't ask him why, neither did he react when he'd stated his request. Akaashi knew, however, that the question was sitting in Wataru's clipped replies. The boy’s “yes, sir” and “understood, sir” were far too enthusiastic than normal.

Akaashi didn’t mind, though, if he did ask. And despite that familiar pang of dread, Akaashi would answer him like the common— just like the average, everyday husband— with that characteristic, bordering on irksome pride that they have when they talk about their wives.

Why?

“Well, Wataru-san,” Akaashi would answer. “Perhaps this is just what marriage does to you.”

The house was a house like any other.

There was an old pickup truck parked outside the freshly painted gate, carrying crates of fruits and vegetables in its trunk. Along the bricked walls was an overgrowth of vines and ferns. It extended around the windows and crept up the balcony.

A large Shiba ran outside and jumped to your lap as soon as it saw you by the driveway.

Wataru heard Chiaki stir at the back of the car.

“Pay up, asshole,” he grunted, waking a disheveled Ryota who’s still holding a half-bitten melon bread.

His lackey cracked his neck and gave the scenery a cursory glance. “Could be a front.”

Ryota grumbled and went back to sleep.

“Idiot,” Chiaki clicked his tongue. “She traveled all the way to Miyagi just to give intel? And here? Of all places?”

Three days.

They’ve tailed you for three days. Akaashi-san never said anything else, besides that within the week, while he’s gone and sealing deals in another country, there was a high likelihood of you folding and getting out of Tokyo.

To run right here. In Miyagi.

He didn’t say why, really, but Wataru supposes it’s better that he didn’t. Because during the days of absolute, mind-crushing boredom, of watching some suburban wife go out for a morning walk, chat with her neighbors, and shop around the market, rinse and repeat, coming up with the Why had been their only salvation.

The betting pool has two answers: cheater or snitch.

Chiaki was insistent on the former, while Ryota stood by the latter.

And Wataru...Wataru could only watch, waiting with a bated breath as the door finally opened.

“I bet it’s someone younger,” Chiaki said. “Usually is.”

Seems that none of them were winning anything today.

The man who emerged from the house was far older— who, oddly enough, resembled you. An old woman soon followed behind him. Both of them looked at you as if they were witnessing a specter, or someone who's crawled back from the dead. An appropriate comparison, especially since they’re both wearing somber black clothes.

It wasn’t his place to assume. Though he’s been promoted to a slightly higher position, it will never come close to the place that Keiji Akaashi occupies. Wataru knows all of these, but nothing was stopping him from putting the pieces together, no matter what little he has.

They could only stare when all of you broke down into tears, locked in each other’s embrace as you knelt on the pavement.

Don’t let her stay too long.

That had been one of Akaashi-san’s orders.

So the three of them didn’t wait it out. By the time that the sun had set, Wataru had already stepped out of the car, taking Ryota with him. He made sure to remind the boy, just in case he’d forgotten.

“Be gentle, alright?” Wataru reiterated.

There hadn’t been any need for that, it turned out.

He’s sure you’ve never met before, but Wataru saw bitter understanding flash in your eyes when you caught them loitering in front of your house. Fear was there, too, of course.

Wataru was convinced that surely it’s a good thing. It saved everyone a lot of time, that way.

You didn’t even say a word, only giving Wataru a stiff nod when he’d introduced himself, and remained like so on the ride back to Tokyo, with the strap of your handbag trapped by a clenched fist. Wataru didn’t try to initiate small talk; it felt unnecessary.

It took a while for Wataru to realize that you also hadn’t bothered to change out of your pajamas, though he gave you a couple of minutes to say your farewells.

Pajamas, obscured now by a thick, gray coat.

Akaashi-san was right.

You had no plans of coming home. Not tonight. Maybe not for a while.

Wataru decided not to linger on it anymore.

He ignored the blank stare that pierced right through the rear-view mirror. And then, Wataru wondered, hand sweating in his pocket, what the three of them should have for dinner.

Thick chunks of pumpkin melted in your mouth with just the first spoonful of broth.

It'd been a while since the last time Akaashi cooked. So, more than anything, it was the sight of him setting plates and utensils that took you aback, greeting you with a, "Welcome home. You're just in time. Food's ready," his sleeves rolled to his elbows while donning your baby owl-printed apron.

The taste didn't. Surprise you, that is. He's a good cook. Unlike you, who only became marginally better one hundred burn scars later.

It also didn't surprise you that he flew back home at the drop of a hat. Even when he said he'd be gone for a week.

"How is it?" Akaashi asked after chewing. "Took me a while to make it."

It obviously did, you thought. When you arrived, Irma Thomas was already begging through the record player.

"Do you need me, like I need you?" she implored, straight from the heart. "Look at me, I'm crying from holding you."

The last song on your favorite record. It was cheap and had the best from the artists you loved.

Etta James. Ella Fitzgerald. Aretha Franklin. The Mills Brothers. Bessie Smith. All in one vinyl.

"Yeah," you replied, clearing your throat when you realized how hard it is to speak. "It's delicious."

You looked back down to your bowl. The tofu had gone untouched. Your food was still close to spilling to the brim, while Akaashi was almost finished with his, scrolling on his phone laid on the table.

"So no one coaxed you into it," you heard him say, and that had ripped your eyes away from the broth like a bandage on an infected wound.

Akaashi was holding your phone, reading the messages- his number was the only one there, as pealing bells resonated in the dining room.

"I'd think of all the things that I wanted of you," cried Irma Thomas. "To make me forget the pain that you caused."

"I would've known if anyone else talked to you, anyway," he huffed, locking the screen before blowing steam off the morsel.

"You would," you conceded. The tofu was soft when you bit into it, sinking into your teeth.

"I found that in our cabinet. Last time it was in the kitchen drawer, wasn't it?" Akaashi helped himself to a bowl of rice. "Don't leave it in stuffy places. What if you forget where you hid it and you won't know when I call?"

"And I can no longer keep track of where you are for every moment of the day?" you could hear him say. Though he didn't; though all that could heard, besides the scraping of utensils, was Irma Thomas declaring:

A fragile thing, like life. It just don't last so long.

It could be for a minute or an hour. Or then again, from now.

Your lips tightened with a grin. "I won't do it again, sweetheart," you said, spoon hanging limply in your hold.

He didn't need to say it.

That your phone has a tracker. That this house is still the same cage that it'd been before. That the only difference between then and now is that silver band on your finger.

Akaashi’s blinked back at you as he sipped what remained of the soup. You tried to do the same.

The savory taste was cloying and it burned in your throat, so you didn't attempt to finish the bowl. It cut down to your heart, sinking heavily on your stomach, bile rising as the song came to a close.

You gulped it down, though. You had to. And in the final moments, Irma Thompson told you what she really wanted.

"Make me forget," she said, "the pain that you'd caused."

The chorus joined her. "Understanding is a great thing," she concluded. "If it comes from the heart."

Akaashi was on his own phone this time. Most likely checking on the business that he left, judging by those furrowed brows and that long-suffering look in his eyes.

Fizzling noise came at the heels of the fading music. Then, it stopped. And there was nothing left anymore but silence.

It's over now. Akaashi’s making a move to clean up. You were supposed to say, "That was a lovely dinner, honey." Or, you could tell him to sit down and watch a movie with you when he's done.

"I'll help you with the dishes," you wanted to say.

I'll help you with the dishes. It was so easy to say.

Instead, what came out of your mouth was a hushed call for his name.

"Kei-kun," you repeated, brittle and weak and dry.

"I'm so sorry," you might've mouthed.

You could barely hear your own voice as you looked at him. Akaashi paused from tidying the table.

You're parched and a lot has happened today. Gathering the courage to take that first step out of the city had taken what little strength you had. The fear never left you. Seeing your old house almost ended you.

It should be physically impossible for you to still be able to cry. And yet there doesn't seem to be an end to your tears now, the same way your apologies unfurled in an embarrassingly infinite string.

"Don't lock me inside here again," you whispered, clinging to him as he shushed you, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs as he helped you drink a glass of water.

He carried you to your room and sat you down on the bed, right between his thighs. You sobbed into your hands, tears and snot on the sleeves of your pajama top.

"I- I just wanted to see them. That's all. Just one day, Kei-kun. One day. I was gonna come back, I swear."

You're rambling. You're a madwoman pleading and bargaining with a stone-cold judge because playing house is the only thing keeping her alive.

And you messed that up you foolish, foolish girl.

"Please don't hurt my family," you heaved. "They're all I have left."

Akaashi doesn't speak, not for a while, but when he did, you bawled harder.

"I can kill them all," he said, matter of factly.

It is true. Hearing him say it does not make it easier to take, though.

"I can hurt you the same way that you hurt me."

Your neck strained as he tipped your chin towards him with a slender finger.

"I can break you," he muttered, not batting an eye.

That, too, is true. You know it all too well. He said it with such serenity, still and undisturbed by the shaking of your head, because it goes without saying.

Except, you, too, know it.

When he is breaking. When he is falling apart.

He smothered you, taking your entire body to curl against you, making himself small as he pressed his face on your back.

"Yet- and yet I-" Akaashi sniffled. You felt your shirt dampen. "I've given you everything."

When he finally brought his face close to yours, he looked so lost. Almost like a little boy who's on the verge of drowning, clinging desperately onto a lifesaver and too shocked to shout for help.

You hated him all the more for it.

"Each other," he said, snarling, almost, through tears as he grabbed your face with both hands. "That's all we have left, you hear? You and I. Husband and wife."

He seized your jaw and turned it towards the vanity mirror.

The room was dark save for the light in the hallway, peeking into the crack through the doorway.

But you could see yourself. And you could see your hand intertwined in his, your rings gleaming like muted starlights.

"We made a vow," he whispered, kissing your ring finger.

A detached part of you is astonished with how inescapable it is. Whether it be a reward or a punishment; a good day or a bad one.

No matter what happens, you always end up like this, don't you?

Begging to him with your legs spread wide.

You did as you'd always done when he began unbuttoning your top.

You go back to that autumn morning, when you first laid your eyes on him, a cup of coffee in his hand, and you thought that he had the prettiest face you'd ever seen.

You go back to when he was just this really romantic guy who sent you flowers every day. There was a letter, every time.

Nothing too grandiose. Just short messages hoping that you'd have a great day ahead.

He kissed your neck, wet smooches and long, flat-tongued licks dipping down your shoulder.

He watched you through the mirror, his eyes a pair of darkened blues daring you to look away.

Akaashi Keiji was your boyfriend, you told yourself. You dated him for quite some time before you married.

Akaashi Keiji got along well with your father and doted on your mother. On Sundays, you visit them and they send you back to Tokyo with ripe watermelons.

Akaashi Keiji has never hurt you.

The man tracing the hem of your bra, cupping your clothed tits and drawing lazy circles over nipples, however, did.

(And he still will in future. He still is, right now.)

This man is the real one.

And you have angered him, so he will not make this easy for you.

"What did you promise me?" Akaashi whispered as he lightly bit the shell of your ear. "Or have you forgotten?"

Of course, you haven't forgotten. You were chained to this very room when you made them, after all.

"N-no, I remember," you said, catching your breath. "I remember, Kei-kun."

"Then say it," he said. "Look at me."

You shivered as his palms swept over your stomach; as he unfastened your bra, letting it fall down your arms.

"Look at me when you say it."

You felt your nipples harden, gooseprickles spread all over you, as the air hit your bare skin, cooling the sweat that made it glisten.

"Please," he rasped.

The eyes of the woman in the mirror was hooded, threatening to close as she puffed with each squeeze and caress to her tits, swiveling her hips against her husband’s crotch as he grinded into her.

"I will be happy," she said.

Akaashi nuzzled your temple, using his rough fingers to tease your nipples just as he did, brushing them to and fro, then grazing the bumpy skin around until you're squeaking out his name.

And when he began pressing down on the stiff peaks with his thumbs, before rolling and pulling at them, the heels of his palm digging into your tits, you saw the woman claw at her husband's hair, a graceless affair that almost scratched his eye out, making him reach for both her arms to wrap them around his neck.

"I- I will..!" Her lips parted in a breathless scream and it was disgusting how lewd she appeared. "I will not run away!"

The streak of tears on his cheeks touched yours when he kissed you. His lips were soft and warm, his wet tongue gliding in so slowly as he deepened the kiss with a throaty groan.

His other hand crawled down to your soaked panties. You couldn't contain the mewl that left you.

Both of you gasped and struggled to breathe again after you parted from each other.

"You understand, don't you?" he rasped.

Two of his fingers slid down your folds, only to slither back up, then down again, smearing your cunt with its own slick.

But he never touched your swollen clit, even though it's throbbing and aching to be rubbed and the hard bulge sitting between your ass grew harder the more you squirmed in his hold, whimpering like a bitch in heat.

You heard your husband sigh, his hot breath tickling you when he said, "This isn't about you now."

Belly pushed into the edge of the dressing table, rattling and battering against the wall with each forceful thrust, and your leg perched atop it, made numb by Akaashi's grip on your thigh.

That was the first thing that you could recall when you opened your eyes.

But your entire body was screaming in pain, so you knew that everything else that happened last night would come back to you soon enough.

The flesh had a memory of its own.

You sat up with a groan and you didn't have to see the marks to know.

His teeth were still nipping at you, biting you until they drew blood, only to follow with an apologetic lapping of his tongue.

You could feel him beneath you, his hands clawing you down to him, palms kneading your ass cheeks as you bounced up and down on his cock.

You could feel him above you, gripping your wrists not unlike the cuffs that once kept you shackled. He had your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling you close to him, filling you up with loads and loads of cum, squelching every time he sank down your weeping hole.

And when your vision began to blur at the edges, he carried your body, mere seconds into fainting, to the dressing table.

The evidence of that stared back at you in shameful streaks and smudges, traces of your fingers on the mirror when he rammed your cunt from behind.

"Are you happy?" Akaashi whispered.

You don't know.

When he's just your husband who comes home to your arms and brings you sweets because he knows how much you love them; who dances with you in the kitchen and listens intently to you when you talk about that cute dog you saw at the park, were you happy, then?

You don't know, but the woman in the mirror, in that moment, surely was.

She even said, "Yes, yes, Kei-kun, right there, fuck me right there!"

Her pupils were blown wide, eyes rolling almost over to the back of her head. And despite the cries that escaped her, there was a wide, dissipated smile on her lips, spit trailing down her chin.

"Look at you," Akaashi said, grunting when your walls tightened around his shaft. "You're clearly happy with me."

"So why? Why'd you even think of leaving?" He rocked his hips, grinding his thick cock against that spot that had you holding onto the mirror. "Don't ever do that to me again."

You told him no, no, you won't run away again, but it didn't seem to placate his unease, nor his tears.

"I'm so scared, everyday, that you'll leave me and- and- it feels like hell. I would rather die."

He kissed your nape as he huffed and said, "Because I don't know what I'll do without you."

You never really understood why; what about you had caused him to single you out in the sea of people that had vied for his attention. Especially now as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

There were dark circles under your eyes and Akaashi’s t-shirt was rumpled on your body, engulfing you whole with its size— a far cry from that lovely, dazzling bride that his best friend, Bokuto, had described you as on your wedding day.

But you’re aware, more than anyone, that Akaashi Keiji is the last person to care about appearances.

When he entered the room, carrying a tray in his hands, he gazed at that disheveled girl with eyebags big enough to be dragged around the same way he looked at her when he waited for her at the end of the aisle.

“I made you pancakes,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he sat down beside you.

You were tired so it didn’t dawn on you as quickly as it should that he made them the way you preferred. Four fluffy pieces stacked atop one another, sprinkled with powdered sugar, whipped cream and a smattering of berries on the side.

He fiddled with his fingers when you only stared at it, so you immediately took the fork in your hand and sliced the pancake in half.

“I’ll be taking some time off work,” Akaashi said as you took the food in your mouth. You only nodded, having noticed that he wasn’t wearing the usual bespoke suit as soon as he entered the room.

You felt him near you; felt his hand, warm to touch, cup your face.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes were misty and, this close, it seemed that he, too, wasn’t in a good shape. “So please-” Akaashi licked his chapped lips, “Please don’t go.”

“I won’t,” you replied, giving him the smile that you knew he needed. “I promise.”

Then, as you moved to kiss him on the cheek, the chains that tethered you to the bedpost clinked softly beneath the blanket, and you didn’t bother to keep the tears at the bay.

Akaashi wiped them for you when you said that you loved him. And when he asked why, you only shrugged and told him that the pancakes were so sweet that they could make anyone cry.

#tw noncon #tw non con haikyuu #akaashi x y/n #akaashi x female reader #Dark content haikyuu #yandere akaashi keiji

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imgonnapanic · 4 years ago

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I was writhing around on the floor when I conjured this one up 👹. unlucky souls with a period, this ones for you ❤️

The Pretty Setter Squad with an S/O on Their Period

Oikawa Tooru:

He walks into your house to see you on the couch in the fetal position.

And he is not foreign in the art of the ✨menstruate✨

He has an older sister and a mom, so he knows what it is and he knows that it’s painful.

So he’s like “are you on your period?”

And you’re like “what gave it away Sherlock”

He mentally makes a checklist in his head.

“Did you take Advil? Do you need anything? I... an ice pack? It’s muscles, right?”

And you’re like this man did not just ask if I wanted an ice pack.

“Actually...could you go to the store for me and pick up some acetaminophen?”

And he really just wants to help, so he can’t find it in himself to be disagreeable.

“Okay, anything else?”

“Uh...chocolate?”

“Alright. Be back in a little bit.”

He’s an angel who’s really trying :,)

10/10 recommend just don’t let him bring a fucking ice pack near you because he will run it by you again.

Kageyama Tobio:

You’re sitting in class next to him, wincing.

You just want your dumb heating pad and ibuprofen.

He looks you up and down and comes up with the verdict of: something is terribly wrong.

So he’s like “you look like you’re in pain.”

And you sigh and say “I am”

“Do you need to go to the nurse?”

“No, I’m just on my period.”

And he’s like “oh” and goes back to what he was doing

Because it’s normal, right? It means you have a healthy uterus and yay, you aren’t pregnant!

Until he sees you glaring daggers at him.

“Something wrong?”

You just roll your eyes. “I guess not. I’m sorry.”

He has enough sense to ask Yachi, who is like “are you fucking crazy? Go get y/n some candy and give them a hug-it’s hard menstruating!!”

And Kiyoko comes up behind her, looks him dead in the eyes, and says “imagine if you were in a perpetual unstoppable state of excruciating pain for a week every month and you got no support from your lover.”

Long story short, he’s standing outside of your house with a bouquet of flowers and a snickers bar.

Sugawara Koushi:

This ain’t his first rodeo with you.

He knows exactly what you need out of him.

He also knows when the right time to shut up is 😀

“Koushi it hurts so bad-“

“On a scale of one to-okay, sorry, sorry-“

He just wants to know if you guys are watching a movie or sitting in silence.

One day, your cramps get so bad that you can’t even get up to go to school.

So you text him “there is a fucking jousting tournament in my uterus rn and I can’t walk so I’m not going to school.”

Half an hour later hes there with...soup?

“It’s 9:30, y/n.”

“AND? Mother Nature don’t run on a clock 😭”

Probably keeps you away from caffeine, too.

“You mother me”

“Listen...that’s not fair-“

He knows he’s done his job when you’re watching (favorite movie) and for a split second you feel happy.

“i just wish i would stop gushing blood.”

“babe, I love you and would do anything for you, but-“

Kozume Kenma:

Okay, admittedly, he’s not the most educated man on periods.

He knows that month, you bleed from your uterus.

And you bring it up every once in a while, but it’s never been an issue for you.

So when one day you keel over in the middle of video games,

He has no idea what the fuck is going on.

“Y/n, are you good?”

“Uh...yeah. Just cramps.”

“Where?”

“Like...period cramps.”

“Oh. Ohhhh. Do you need anything?”

You’re fine the first time, but he wants to startskeeping sanitary products in his cabinet.

He doesn’t want to be *that* jackass boyfriend.

Kenma has no idea what to buy you, so one day you get bombarded with texts.

He has clearly watched several YouTube videos-

“So um...what’s your...flow like? Do you need wings?? You gotta tell me what the blood cup is-“

“The what now-?”

Akaashi Keiji:

He probably knows a little more than Kenma.

It didn’t really register with him that you had a period until you brought it up.

And he’s like oh righhhht.

His mom has one of those 😁👍

So he goes to her and she’s like “honey, ya shut up, give ‘em food, and hug ‘em. but not too hard!!”

It genuinely pisses him off that he has no idea what you’re going through.

So he went on Amazon and bought one of those “period simulators”

And you got to cackle at seeing him in the exact same pain you were in a couple of days ago.

“okay you have to put it on the lowest setting first...ow. I said lowest...OW Y/N-“

He’s winded 😭

And he now has a lot of respect for you and everyone else who has to put up with that bullshit for a week every month.

You’re glad to report that he follows his moms advice.

He’s so cautious around you, it’s kind of endearing actually.

Lots of hugs and watching movies.

He lives, he learns.

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babiedeku · 5 years ago

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fuckboy! oikawa

masterlist | this is part of a collaboration between me and my talented babies!

taglist: @oikawannabeyourbabie @dorkyama @dumbdorkyama

a/n: the last part i am torn with rn HAHA so im sorry if it isn’t good :(

- if you need to find oikawa, just look for a big crowd of girls and you got your man.

- the gym is always flooded with girls all cheering for him. inarizaki’s cheer squad who? seijoh has oikawa’s fan girls to cheer them him on

- oikawa enjoys and thrives in the attention and praises that the girls would often give him everyday, and loves the tokens and omamoris he gets.

- but at the end of the day he just feels empty knowing that they’re only after him because of his looks and talent, not who he is as a person. only seeing him as the grand king, but never being able to see past that facade and see him as oikawa tooru.

- there was once a person who did see past his facade before, but she’s moved on and has left him in the dust. and he never wants to relive that pain ever again.

- that’s why he always says no to those daring enough to come forward and confess to him. words travels quick in seijoh, and people started dubbing him a fuckboy for turning down a number of girls and reducing them into tears (which oikawa doesn’t really understand)

“iwa-chan, why’s everyone calling me a fuckboy?”

“they should be calling you shitboy, shittykawa.”

- but his supposed fuckboy reputation still haven’t stopped the girls from pining over him and his charms.

- every girl but you at least. you were their team manager and your main concern will always be their well being and their performance on the court, both as individuals and as a team, so falling for the school heartthrob hasn’t even crossed your mind.

- “oikawa-san,” you softly called out to him one day after their practice. he had been staring at the same spot for quite a while. “are you okay?” the setter composed himself with his usual smile, but you were quick to catch the slight slip of his usually broad smile.

- the smile playing on his lips right now felt forced but he kept on the act, not wanting anyone to see him feeling low-spirited. “ah, (y/n)-chan, i already told you to just call me tooru -” but you didn’t give him a chance to finish that and just grabbed his hand to guide the way.

“(y/n), you could have just told me that you wanted to hold hands.”

“no fresh milkbread for you then i guess.” you shrugged, letting go of his hand and walking a little faster to which he whined a little and jogged to catch up with you, wanting to snag his favorite treat.

- the little pick me up that you’ve given oikawa had solidified your friendship with the setter, both of you sharing inside jokes that you two had come up with during practices or through texts and you just snorting at oikawa’s lame attempts at flirting with you.

“your eyes look very pretty under the sunlight, (y/n)-chan.”

“we’re under a lamp post, tooru.”

“your eyes look very pretty under the orange light of the lampost, (y/n)-chan.”

- from practices to lunch and to walking home from school, you’ve slowly been integrated into his daily routine, making his usually dreary days a little brighter. this, of course, doesn’t slip iwaizumi’s attention, noting how oikawa seems to be glowing and his smiles are more relaxed and natural - not to mention that he’s completely ignored his fan girls (making them a little jealous).

- “you should ask her out,” iwaizumi said one day as they did their cool down stretches.

- oikawa knows who his bestfriend was talking about, his lips already tugged in a soft smile as his brown eyes flitted to where you were chatting with their coach. “ah, but my adoring fans would - ow! iwa-chan, what the hell?” he hissed after the vice captain elbowed him in the ribs.

- his bestfriend repeated what he had said, but oikawa heard him loud and clear the first time. he wants that more than anything else in the world, to take you on a date and be the sole reason why your heart skips a beat. he wants to be the one for you, but oikawa’s still scared, still healing, and he doesn’t want to burden you with that.

- “soon, hajime,” oikawa said softly, cheeks flushed when you sent him a smile. “i think i’m ready to love again, and i want to do this properly for (y/n) and for me.”

#fuckboy!haikyuu #oikawa tooru #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #hq oikawa #haikyuu!!#haikyuu oikawa #haikyuuwritersnet #hq oikawa tooru #haikyuu oikawa tooru

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feifood · 4 years ago

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#AFTER THE GAME || Aone Takanobu x gn!Reader || 1.2k words

Go! Go! Let’sGo! Let’s Go! Dateko!

The crowd from the bleachers chant.

If you were being honest, all this was kind of overwhelming. The crowd, the noise, the tension in the air, but being able to see Aone play volleyball made it all tolerable.

You two haven’t been together long, longer than a month but less than two. When he invited you to one of his games, you were ecstatic. There’s nothing more heartwarming than knowing your boyfriend was comfortable enough around you to let you into his world. Volleyball had always been his thing, you knew this. He never really talked about it when you two were together though, his attention was always focused on you and how your day went.

Sitting a few seats away from the Dateko cheer squad on the bleachers (mainly because your outfit didn’t match, no one gave you the memo), you spectate the game going on in front of you. It was the second set against some school with a name you’d already forgotten. Dateko won the first set and is currently three points away from winning the second as well.

The next two points are won in a flash, with some very strong serves coming from Futakuchi. As the very last and most important serve of the game goes up, you hold your breath, silently hoping they don’t receive this one either.

As much as you hoped this would be another easy point, it’s received by the other team.

Nice receive! You hear one of them yell, followed by another Connect! Connect!

The opponents start passing the ball to the setter, preparing for an attack. Before you can even react to what’s happening Aone has already blocked the spike, shutting down the attack and earning the winning point of the game.

Your entire face brightens up with your smile. You’d never once doubted his abilities, the years of effort put into this hobby has really paid off at moments like this. Not to mention, his height. You’re not shallow, but you couldn’t help to gush over how tall he was when you first met him. The fact that he was just a big soft giant made you feel so safe around his presence.

Your gaze meets his as he turns to look at you up in the bleachers. Aone’s not a very expressive person, but you can tell the slight smirk creeping its way up his lips as you admire each other from afar. Tearing away from the eye contact, he starts to walk out the gym as his teammates continue to celebrate the victory.

Picking up all your belongings and running out the exit, you maneuver yourself through the halls of this unfamiliar school and try to find the doors he just left from.

To no one's surprise, the halls slowly all begin to look the same. Yep. You got lost, you sigh to yourself. Of course.

Defeated, you take a turn around the corner while looking down at the ground until your body collides with another.

“Sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t-“ looking up at whoever you just bumped into, your heart skips a beat at the sight of your boyfriend.

“Nobu!” You yell, voice laced with admiration as you stand on your tippy toes and arms find their way to the top of his shoulders, around his neck. Every time he hears you speak it’s as if he’s become a new person.

Aone chuckles and hugs you back into a tight grip, slightly bringing you off the ground. He’s learned overtime (and through your constant reassurance) that he doesn’t have to handle you like glass. The first week of dating, you thought he didn’t like holding hands but the truth was he didn’t want to hurt you with his strength.

“That was a great game, I’m so proud of you,” you speak into his chest, voice muffled.

He lets you back onto your feet and you tilt your chin to look up at him, still holding onto each other.

He hasn’t showered yet, body and face covered in a thin layer of sweat, but you couldn’t care less about that right now. The way he’s looking at you, and you back at him, nothing could ruin this moment. It’s times like these that remind you of how lucky you are, the comfortable silence protecting you both from the world.

The tall middle blocker begins to dip his head down to meet yours, and you reciprocate the movement by standing on your tippy toes again. As your lips meet, he swears he’s never felt this way about anything before. Physical affection was something Aone was still working on. He didn’t hate it, he just wasn’t used to it. The first time you two held hands was the day he blushed so hard he thought he had a fever.

Pulling away from the sweet exchange, your moment was interrupted by a voice coming from behind your boyfriend.

“Aone?” As Aone turns around to the source of the sound, you lean your body to the side to see who it was as well. You thought it would be Futakuchi, or maybe Kogenagawa.

To your surprise, the entire rest of the team was there, and it’s pretty clear they just saw the intimate moment between you and their tallest player. Everyone’s jaws are on the floor, eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

“No way. AONE’S DATING SOMEONE?” Kogenagawa yells in disbelief.

You two have never actually told his team about the relationship. Not that you guys were hiding it from everyone, your close friends knew, but Aone never brought it up with his team. He didn’t see it as something they needed to know about; it just wasn’t their business.

Aone moves out of the way from in front of you to beside you, grabbing your hand and looking at his team.

“Hi,” you weakly say, “I’m Y/N.”

Futakuchi’s face lights up, “hey, I know you - you were in my language class. So, Aone huh?”

You hear Aone let out a quiet laugh, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Yup,” you chuckle, “been more than a month now,” you smile at the group of boys.

“All this time and you didn’t tell us Aone?” Kogenagawa says to your boyfriend, “I mean, I shouldn’t be that surprised actually. Good thing they talk more than you though, or we would’ve been standing in silence right now,” he laughs.

Aone gives the boy an annoyed look. “Anyways,” Obara interrupts,” good to know you found someone, Aone. Now if you can come back to the gym, we’re saying thank yous to the other team.”

Other team. He probably forgot their name too, you laugh to yourself. As Aone gives the rest of the team a nod, they make their way back to the gym.

Directing his attention back to you, he looks you straight in the face and gives you a soft smile. The same smile that caught your attention just a few months ago before you two got together. The one that makes your heart flutter and your cheeks turn rosy pink.

He gives your hand one last squeeze and reluctantly leaves the hallway to return back to his team.

Aone’s never been a man of words, but when it comes to him, words aren’t necessary. The special way he looks at you is enough to tell you everything you need to know.

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90sbokuto · 4 years ago

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“ pretty setter squad + your birthday ”

including: oikawa, kageyama, sugawara, kenma and akaashi

genre: extreme fluff

tags: birthday, setters and fluff

a/n: the pretty setter squad celebrating their s/o’s birthday is golden 😌🤚 i absolutely adore this AND THE SIMP IN ME IS CRYING SHDJBJKABD ngl this one hit a lil close to home cause my birthday was last weekend 😭

request: “Heyyy could you maybe do head canons for what kind of gift the pretty setter squad (you pick one if they’re too many) would get their s/o on their birthday??? 💖💖💖”

— toru oikawa

- he’s a pretty boy for sure, if anyone HASN’T noticed ahem, please refer to the gif above

- def the type to take you on a date for your birthday and surprise you with a necklace, ring or some sort of jewelry

- extra points if you put it on or ask him to help you put it on right there, on the spot

- specifically loves getting you little and necklaces, he thinks they look classy and he loves to see your reaction and how you look 🥺

- in fact he would probably have the exact measurements for all that on the notes app in his phone ahsasdkasjhdas dawg you’d be so lucky,,

- i can only imagine his love language being a mix of gifts and words of affirmation

- for SURE to text you a long paragraph about how much you mean to him, how you’re his pretty baby, how honored he is to celebrate your birthday with him and how amazing he wants your special day to be

- outside of that, he’d be such a big nerd when it comes to listening to the things you like

- and if he’s not sure, please be expecting a gift card to a place he’s taken you before or have talked about before

- you’re his little cutie right? and he thinks it’s only right that he knows what you like

- if you even remotely mention a certain book you like, he kinda looks into it and keeps a mental note that this is something you would potentially want

- oikawa is very attentive, especially when it comes to you and quite frankly, this makes birthdays special for you!! all he wants is for you to be happy and not have to worry about anything on your big day

— tobio kageyama

- crackhead shit man, but i swear it’d be so enjoyable

- HIM AND HINATA CAME UP WITH THE BRILLIANT IDEA TO THROW A BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR YOU AT AN ARCADE

- and everyone else knew about it except you

- so kageyama said you guys were gonna go bowling since the arcade and karaoke room was in the same building,, but he was adamant that y’all had to do karaoke first

- so he led you to this dark room in the arcade and once he flipped the light on, all of you guys friends cheered “ surprise!! ”

- he was BEAMING seeing your reaction 🥺

- you had happy tears in your eyes ! all of this was just organized specifically for you !

- there were streamers everywhere, balloons, confetti, everything really ! and they were in all your favorite colors :)

- “ happy birthday y/n!! ” he cheered along, kissing you on the cheek

- y’all did everything under the sun that night, laser tag, bowling, karaoke, arcade games

- and suga pushed kags to give a lil speech wishing you a happy birthday!!

- lastly, the birthday cake was wheeled out! :) it was a cute little white and blue cake that said “ happy birthday y/n ” with the reaction meme you always send

- cause god forbid he put tanaka and noya in charge of helping out with the cake 👁👄👁

— sugawara koushi

- he’d be quite confused on what to surprise you with, because he’s always trying to top the birthday from the year before and try something new

- when he was talking with noya and asahi, and brought up that he doesn’t know what to get you, noya brought the idea up to go somewhere

- he’d never really asked you where you wanted to travel to before and didn’t want to ask you and give any hint about the surprise

- so he impulsively bought two tickets to maui, hawaii for the weekend of your birthday

- over that week , you begin to notice that some of your favorite clothes are going missing, including underwear, socks, shoes, etc LMFAOO AND HE DOESN’T TELL YOU HE’S TRYING TO PACK AND SURPRISE YOU

- and the night before the flight, he goes out to get dinner and leaves the ticket in an envelope on the nightstand, with a note that says, “ happy birthday baby! ”

- as you tear open the envelope, there lies the flight ticket and a note that says to check the closet

- you open the closet door to one of your suitcases packed to the brim, and as you open it, there lies all your favorite clothes and stuff you normally use on a daily basis

- suga just does NOT miss and we love to see it

- when he gets back, you just pull him into a big hug and he’s confused for a moment due to the escapades involved with trying to get the food and then realizes

- he hugs you back and says softly to you

- “ happy birthday sweetheart .. ”

— kenma kozume

- god lmFAO , out of the blue he just texts kuroo and asks how to wrap a polaroid

- most likely orders your birthday gift months in advance but just never wraps it 👁👄👁

- he noticed that you always like to take pictures whenever the two of you go somewhere, as you say, “ to document the moment.”

- will he fight someone over having the last one of your favorite color in their cart somehow? probably. is it worth it? no. is it funny? hilarious.

- kuroo has to steal his laptop just so he’ll stop arguing with this random lady who was just trying to buy it for their granddaughter

- in the end though , he ended up finding a tutorial on YouTube on how to wrap the little box for the Polaroid and it actually came out really cute

- there’s a little bow on it and all 🥺

- when he gives it to you and you tear of the wrapping paper , he feels the excitement in the pit of his stomach

- he got to make his - insert name’s - birthday remarkable and the way your smile lights up the room when you realize what your present is, makes him just as happy

- “ i love it kenma! thank you! ” you exclaim, before kissing him on the cheek

- “ i’m happy you like it, kitten. ” he says, flashing you a soft smile

- and the first photo you take using the polaroid is one of kenma eating a slice of your vanilla birthday cake

— akaashi keiji

- first off, you’d be getting roses ,, akaashi would do classic things for you and roses are the perfect present to start your birthday off

- he planned a surprise birthday date !! going to a carnival later that night and taking you to all the fun little rides

- you’d been talking about going out and doing something fun for the past few weeks too so it was perfectly

- bokuto did @ you on twitter trying to fight you because ‘fridays are for the boys’, yes even though it IS your birthday NDSJFSD 😔✊

- he won you a big duck plushie 🥺 and y’all were stumped about what to name him while you ate dinner

- “ what about cheese? he is orange-ish. ” he tried not to laugh through a sip of water

- “ i’m not naming the duck cheese.” you laughed, staring at the big duck in a chair next to the both of you

- “ what if cheddar is his first name and then his last name is cheese?” you said before burying your face in the menu just to suppress laughter

- nevertheless though, y’all both bust UP before eating

- and as you both finish your meals and you think akaashi’s gonna get up to pay, waiters surround your table and they began singing happy birthday before putting a little chocolate lava cookie on the table

- “ happy birthday love! ” he said, bringing your hand up to his lips before kissing it softly

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tanzaniiite · 4 years ago

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BREAK UP BLUES • PRETTY SETTER SQUAD

requests: OPEN

warnings: break ups

a/n: i ‘ve had one break up in my whole 18 years of living, therefore i’m an expert 😋

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alt. title: how the p.s.s. reacts when you break up with them

he would be so… lost

suga seems like the type of person that when he loves, he loves hard

so when you come out of the blue (seemingly) talking about breaking up, he will literally be at a lost for words

genuinely won’t understand and will try to hear you out but the drumming in his ears is way too loud for him to hear anything your saying

“..but yeah, i’m not ready for a relationship and i just need to work on myself right now”

“yeah yeah of course, i.. uh, hope you find yourself”

ngl this man is bitter abt the break up, you claim you need to work on yourself which is fine but why would you put yourself in a relationship if you weren’t technically ready?

kōshi is heartbroken for the most part, and would like to still be friends with you after his wounds heal

but that idea is immediately thrown out the window when he sees you in a relationship only after six months of y’all breaking up

i thought you had to work on yourself?

most likely caught on to the fact you wanted to break up long before it happens

he’s observant and he loves you, of course he’ll notice

thinks it’s because he doesn’t spend much time with you or because he isn’t huge on pda

starts to change himself to fit what he thinks you want, gets to the point where he’s not even himself

kenma just loves you so much and although he’ll never vocalize it; he doesn’t want to lose you

so if he had to become a different person for you to stay, then he will

unfortunately this just makes things worse

“kozume, we should break up. these past few months have been weird and it’s like i don’t even know who you are”

he can’t even respond. can’t tell if he’s more distraught over you breaking up with him or from you calling him by his last name

you’ve never done that, even when the two of you were just friends

doesn’t fight you on your decision, he’s tired

once the whole ordeal is said and done, he calls kuroo

being his best friend, kuroo has seen kenma sad before but…

this was the first time he’s ever heard kenma cry so openly

i have never wrote for this man, pls have mercy

anyways he personally reminds me of myself

meaning he has that, “i’ll hurt you before you hurt me” mentality (aka. self sabotaging)

is it healthy? absolutely not but he can’t help it

if he feels you becoming distant or seemingly pulling away from him little by little, he will become extremely paranoid

now semi doesn’t seem like the type to beg anyone to stay with him because that’s just not his style

but he’ll definitely fight until he can’t no more

the nail in the coffin was when he saw your stuff disappear from your shared apartment little by little

obviously confronts you about it and swears his heart stopped when you say you’re moving back in with your parents for a bit

eita knew what that meant, he wasn’t stupid

so before you can utter another word, he blurts out:

“we should break up.”

“h-huh?”

can tell he caught you off guard and despite being upset, he can’t help but feel a little proud

he got to hurt you, before you hurt him

…but then why was he hurting so much?

it’s mutal… or so you thought

akaashi would be shocked when you bring up the idea of breaking up

but because he’s in tune with his emotions, he wouldn’t show it

instead he’ll pretend he was thinking abt the same thing, when he definitely was not

“i think we should break up, keiji. i’m just not feeling this relationship anymore, sorry”

“no need to apologize, i was just thinking the same thing”

on the inside he would be so confused

where did he go wrong? was it something he did? was he so boring that you got bored of the relationship?

all these questions with no answers

he strikes me as the type to throw himself into his work on a regular basis but this increased tenfold once you break up with him

it’s to the point where he neglects himself and bokuto has to come over or this man will starve

doesn’t cry abt it, obviously he’s sad but he just doesn’t have it in him to cry

crying won’t fix anything, so why bother?

you announcing that you want to break up throws him for a loop

he genuinely didn’t see anything wrong with your relationship so he’s hella confused

“you.. want to break up?”

“yeah, i just think we should move on and see other people”

“why? i don’t want to see other people, i want you”

this poor man

of course he respects your decision, no matter how much he hates it

and i feel like he wouldn’t register the fact the two of you broke up until he vocalizes it

“what happened between you and y/n?”

“oh. we broke up”

“…we broke up”

that’s when it hits him the hardest

doesn’t seem like the type to cry about it but he has shed a few tears

kageyama will just throw himself into his volleyball career and swear off dating for a while

he doesn’t want to put himself out there just to get his heart broken again

this man has been through break ups before so this isn’t his first rodeo

but honestly wasn’t expecting it, he thought y’all were good

clearly not

“—i’m sorry, i wish you nothing but the best though”

he tuned out the minute he heard break up and didn’t tune back in until that last bit

and unlike semi, oikawa does strike me as the type to beg you to stay

“you really wanna give this up?”

“come on cutie, we can work this out!”

“why are you giving up on us?”

“y/n… please.”

it’s extremely painful for both you and him (more so him, of course)

i hope you aren’t too close with his friends bc they will avoid you, especially iwaizumi

it’s nothing personal but they knew tooru first and they don’t want to “betray” him

oikawa will cry about the whole thing but only by himself

to the public, he’s perfectly fine.

“better off without you” he says

it’s not like the love of his life broke his heart, why wouldn’t he be fine?

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uwurakax · 3 years ago

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1. imagine

“this is a pleasure, feel like we never act this regular”

ALBUM TRACKLIST

featuring semi x reader ♡

track info with your boyfriends newfound fame and popularity, you can’t help but long for the simpler times of when it used to just be the two of you ♡

genre established relationship // hurt/comfort // suggestive // time-skip manga spoilers ♡

length 3.6k ♡

artist note first one! super duper fluffy and very self indulgent sorry! he just argh! my pretty boy emo teenage fantasy 🤧 also no specific gender mentioned but f!reader as default. i really liked this one which means it only goes downhill from me with the rest of the stories i’m sorry ya’ll 😭 ♡

“imagine a world like that; can you imagine it”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Semi Eita was at the peak of his career; writing songs, playing at venues and making music full time. He made it past the side hustle that so many wannabe musicians could only dream about. No longer needing a ‘normal’ or ordinary job to support himself, he finally broke through and was successful in the tedious work to fame. Semi loved every moment of it, being able to focus solely on his dream, meeting fans and performing in front of hundreds or even thousands of people. It was probably why he was drawn to volleyball in high school years ago, the setter getting the thrill and adrenaline pumping through his body in tune with the crowd. It was a nostalgic feeling, hearing the roars of the audience; only this time the chants were in his name. Don’t get him wrong, he adored his time playing volleyball - even when he was no longer the starting setter for the Shiratorizawa Volleyball Club Team, and he absolutely loved watching his dear friend Ushijima Wakatoshi (who now also pursued his own dream in the sport and had gone pro), blast powerful spikes throughout the stadium, eliciting hoots and shouts from their own cheer squad. Yes, Semi loved every part of the short 3 years he had back in high school, but it felt good to be the one in centre stage, no longer the support to someone else, he was the main attraction.

With a final bow and wishing everyone a good night, Semi made his way off stage with his bandmates, their own small cheers paling in comparison from the crowd just moments ago. He spotted you near the stage with a smile, jogging towards you and engulfing you in a warm embrace.

“How was it?” He asked when he pulled away from you, resting his hands on your shoulders.

“Incredible as always” You said, a small smile forming on your lips. It wasn’t a lie, quite the contrary, you loved watching Semi perform. You were so proud to see how far your high school sweetheart had come. The little time he had back then that wasn’t devoted to volleyball practice, school work or you was spent playing in his room in secret, writing sweet nothings on a page that somehow turned into a wondrous melody. It was hard to believe that back when you both were 17, that the future would turn out like this. Late nights spent looking for inspiration, only to end up with the two of you walking down the road at 2am to the nearest vending machine for junk food, which you were sure you weren’t allowed to do.

No, it was the farthest thing from a lie; you did love watching Semi perform more than anything but..

“Oi Eita, you coming?” You heard one of his bandmates say from down the corridor. You looked over to the commotion from the rest of the band, and then back at Semi.

“Oh? Are you guys going somewhere?” You knew the answer, it happened every time. He was going to go out with his friends, wind down and relax after the show, if you could even call it that. It mostly consisted of more loud music, alcohol and a whole lot of dancing; a party. Every time you’d ask, forever knowing the answer, and yet always wishing that somehow this time it would be different.

“Ah, just a party the guys want to go to. You don’t mind right? You could come if you wanted to” His hands moved down your arms to grasp your hands. They were warm and a little bit rough from his time as a setter. It didn’t matter how rough his hands were though, you just wished to hold them longer, greatly missing his comforting touch. Taking a sharp inhale, you mustered everything in you to give him a beaming smile.

“No, of course not. You enjoy it okay? See you when you get home” You knew you wouldn’t see him when he’d finally get home, entering your penthouse suite in the early hours of the morning, too deep in slumber to even acknowledge his presence when he’d slip under the covers. It was routine at this point, especially after a gig. You couldn’t blame him though, you wanted him to enjoy this lifestyle while he could.

“Alright, I’ll see you then” with a gentle squeeze on your hands, he closed his eyes and brushed his lips against yours. Following his lead, you kissed him. The kiss didn’t last long, they never did, but you’d take pleasure in it all the same.

It was one of the few instances where his focus was entirely on you.

“See you at home” he whispered before he let go of your hands and ran after the rest of the band, slipping further away from you. You watched him go down the hall, his voice and laughter soon becoming more quiet the further he went, until he disappeared out of sight and all you could hear now were the crew backstage moving equipment, the rolling squeaks of wheels for heavy amplifiers aggravating to your ears. You let out a tired sigh, hoping that it could ease even a fraction of the emotion you felt. Unlocking your phone, you made your way down to the opposite end of the entrance, booking a rideshare to take you home, feeling more disconnected than ever from Semi.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You watched, for the hundredth time, Semi having the time of his life on stage. It would never get old, and you’d always come to his shows if it could be helped, but all it does now is leave a bitter taste in your mouth. Stolen moments and quick kisses were all you received from your rockstar boyfriend as of late, and quite frankly it was growing tiresome. You wanted to see your boyfriend, and not through the eyes of an audience member; as his.

You dressed nicer this time, deeply hoping that he would spare you a glance and comment on your attire. Anything for his attention. The heartache you felt from the sidelines as you saw Semi flirt and wink with a few girls in the front row gnawed at you. You recognised them as some superfans who had backstage passes to a meet and greet Semi and his band hosted. You trusted him completely, that wasn’t the issue. You knew in your head that Semi would never ever be that kind of star.

So why was it that your heart refused to listen to that irrefutable fact?

You felt anxious and paranoid. Jealousy really is an ugly disease. You watched as the girls giggled amongst themselves.

They’re only fangirls, it’s fine. This is what happens when you’re an attractive male celebrity.

You tried your best to reason with yourself, it’s just a ploy. They all do it right? It did little to convince you, your stomach constricting at the sight. Was it your fault? You never did go to any of those parties, and you haven’t even been able to spend time with him at all. Ever since his career took off, it’s just been work, work and more work.

You found yourself spiralling in self deprecating thoughts, knowing no matter how irrational it was, you still couldn’t stop the emotions.

It felt like forever when the concert ended, and with it the tour. You braced yourself for when Semi would come down and greet you, breathing out any negative thoughts to be happy for your boyfriend.

“Hey” He said with a smirk.

“Hey yourself. How’d you enjoy the last night of the tour?” His grin widened.

“Honestly, it was so amazing. I wish it wouldn’t end” You strained a chuckle, half real, half forced. You’d forever be happy and proud of him, and would always support him, no matter the circumstances. It just sucked that it took time away from your relationship, pushing Semi under the bright spotlights, while the darkness pulled you further from him.

“I’m so proud of you” You tell him, trying to keep the hurt that bubbled inside of you at bay. You didn’t want to give away how you felt, wanting to focus on his happiness. That's what was important.

He placed his hands on your waist, drawing you closer to him. You could feel the warm breaths he took as he was still slightly out of breath, the heated exhales fanning over your face. It felt nice to be like this with him, wanting it to last.

“So, I was thinking, what if-”

“Eita! You’re coming to the party right? Last night on tour!” His band yelled at him, interrupting you.

Right, of course. It was silly to think there’d be time for you after such a milestone.

“Hold on! Hey, what were you saying?”

“Don’t worry about it! Go! This is a huge deal” With a shake of your head and a bright grin you motion for him to go and follow.

“Are you sure? If it’s important then-”

“Trust me, it’s fine, okay? Please go and enjoy yourself. Tell me about it when you come home” He seemed unconvinced, but didn’t press further. You cupped his cheeks and brought him close, giving him a light kiss.

“I gotta go, be safe” You murmur, turning away from him to make your way home. You were thankful to head in the other direction, being able to finally drop the facade of a smile on your face. He hadn’t even noticed your appearance.

It was another night to be spent alone.

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On a whim, you decided to head to a nearby liquor store, and next to it, a convenience store. It had been a while since your last drink, but you supposed it wouldn’t be too bad if you had popped a bottle of bubbly for a self care night. You quickly purchased the bottle of champagne, and were about to head home until you saw a round purple ball in the window at the neighbouring shop.

A bath bomb.

You stood there for a few seconds, contemplating on buying the vibrant item, before briskly entering and buying the scented orb. It was quite beautiful, the purple an eerily similar colour to your high schools signature colour. It brought a sad smile to your face, and you reminisced back on the simpler time.

It didn’t take long for you to make it home, eagerly speed walking to spend a relaxing night in. Everything had gone by in a blur, from the elevator lights, the dings signalling your floor, to the chiming of your keys. You couldn’t wait to somewhat enjoy whatever was left of the evening, feeling sour that the one person you had wanted to spend this night with wasn’t with you. You tried not to dwell on it too much as you gathered a wine glass, and readied the bathtub. You couldn’t contain the little excitement you had as you silently cheered for yourself. You opened the bottle with a slight flinch, giggling at your behaviour. As you waited for the tub to fill, you made your way to the bedroom to strip yourself of your clothing, wrapping up in a towel and tossing the garments in the laundry basket. By the time you were done, the tub was filled with warm water. You double checked that the temperature was to your liking and turned off the faucets.

Taking off your towel, you hung it behind the door and stepped in the steaming water. It soothed your muscles, and you easily embraced the comfort the water gave you. You felt so tranquil you almost forgot about your new purple bath bomb. You reached over to the floor where it was, careful to not bump the bottle, the glass or get any water on your phone. You studied the ball in your hands for a moment, lost in the texture of it.

Taking a deep breath you submerged your head underwater with the bath bomb, watching it dissipate and dilute. Even through the blurry haze, you could see the swirls of colour mixing through the clear liquid, ever so slowly turning into an amethyst hue. You came back up for air, smoothing your hair back and out of the way as the fragrance scented the bathroom. White suds began to spiral and flow through the now purple water. It was quite beautiful, like a plum coloured galaxy, and the bubbles served as stars. Such a fantastical sight, it was almost otherworldly.

You grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured some bubbly into the glass, taking a large gulp, before you went to fill it again. It was nice, you had to admit, but not even this could make you forget your self loathing. You realised you left the bathroom door open, offering a perfect view of your shared bedroom with your boyfriend. If it could even be thought of as shared. The faint scent of Semi on his pillow offering the only consolement of him. You wished desperately that just for one night, it could just be the two of you, just like it had been almost a decade ago. It was hard to imagine at one point, this was the life you both wanted for him. The blissfully ignorant dreams you had as teenagers paled in comparison to what you had now.

Yes, you had everything you could’ve ever wanted, and Semi made sure of that. He was an amazing boyfriend, no doubt in your mind could ever change that. It was just at times like this, you wanted to go back to those days. Back to when you both were too young and too dumb to understand what life was about. Back to when the present was just a pipe dream to imagine.

Back to when Semi Eita was wholly, and irrevocably yours.

You sunk back into the water, covering your mouth and nose to blow frustrated bubbles with a pout.

Just once, you wanted it to be like it used to.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against the tub and fully dunked your head back into the water once again. You didn’t know how long you had been under, wanting to tune out anything and everything for just a bit longer.

Coming back up, you wiped your still shut eyes, feeling the slight sting and agitation. You blinked a few moments before locking eyes with the figure standing in the doorway.

“E-Eita?! What are you-”

“I wanted to see you” Semi’s voice was flat and monotone. You couldn’t believe he was in front of you. Thinking your eyes had played tricks, you brought your hands back up for one quick rub against your eyelids.

He was really here, with you.

“Wait- but what about your party?” You questioned, voice in a higher pitch.

“I didn’t go” He crossed his arms as he watched you. It had been who knows when since you were last with Semi, and you couldn’t contain the insecurity that festered within you. You were sure you had changed, even just slightly, and those gorgeous girls in the front row just fueled the fire of apprehension. You couldn’t help but curl in on yourself, bringing your knees to your chest to cover yourself from his gaze. You couldn’t hide your feelings this time, and you didn’t think you’d have the energy to anyway.

“But why?” You spoke so timidly and looked so meek, staring down at the murky water. Semi made his way towards you, kneeling down to reach over to your hands. He pulled them away from your own knees gently, but you still refused to look at him, trying to steel whatever composure you had left.

“Thought I told you, I wanted to see you” You turned to face him, seeing a cocky smirk adorn his lips.

“You just saw me before” You deadpanned, and you could see Semi slightly falter, but he didn’t budge.

“Not what I meant” Cocking your head to the side confused, you were about to ask what he meant until you saw him start to take off his clothes.

“H-hey! Wait, what are you doing?!” You grabbed at his hands, stopping him from removing any more clothing.

“Uh, joining you?” You hated the way he looked at you, as if you were talking nonsense or another language. “What?!” You squealed at his sudden abruptness, feeling the temperature in your face increasing rapidly, in time with your own heartbeat. He easily batted away your hands, continuing on until every article of clothing was removed from his body. You held your hands out in front of you to cover him from view, feeling like a childish school girl at this point. He slipped in the tub easily on the other end, smirking at your embarrassed display. You were just too darn cute. He eased against the back of the tub opposite you, and with quick reflexes reached for both your hands to jerk you towards him. You steadied yourself between his legs, soothing breaths from his nose blowing gently over your face, offering little to cool your now feverish skin.

You instinctively held Semi’s shoulders, feeling the beating of your heart now in your ears. Your breathing grew heavy at the prolonged close proximity between you and Semi. It had been so long, it almost felt foreign; minimal touches and hasty kisses the only act of affection between the two of you as of late. The entirety of the situation finally hitting you at full swing, and silent sobs clawed out from your throat.

“Hey” Semi whispered, so light and gentle. It felt so unlike Semi to be as soft spoken as he was now, the loud musician persona nowhere to be seen within the stone cold, marbled bathroom. He cupped your cheeks and nudged you to face him, brushing away stray tears that began to fall with his thumbs.

“Sorry, it’s just that I… I’ve missed you and… I don’t know. I feel like we don’t even see each other anymore. Don’t get me wrong… I love that you’ve achieved your dreams, more than anything else. Please don’t think that but, I just can’t help but think back to how close we once were. It feels like I’m losing you and you’re slipping further and further away from me. All I have is your pillow to hold when I go to sleep and, I just want you Eita. I know this-” Semi cut you off from your rambling with a deep kiss, kissing you with such vigor that you hadn’t ever experienced. It was raw and passionate, unlike anything you had ever felt before. Your eyelids dropped, letting the feeling of the new intimacy between you overwhelm your senses. You lost yourself to the sensations that Semi pushed upon you, offering slight whines and whimpers at the heated makeout session.

You ran your fingers up and through his hair, dampening the soft locks between your fingers. It felt nostalgic, the two of you hidden in an enclosed space, with little separating you. It felt good that for the first time in a long while, his focus was entirely on you; that you didn’t have to imagine him holding you close, because he was. Here and now, there was nothing but the two of you. Semi pulled away from you, still holding your face within his hands.

“You talk too much,” He smirked.

“Hey! No I don’t” You pouted back, trying to give him a glare that held no real malice. You looked down at the purple liquid between you, the swirls and spirals mostly gone and only small bubbles remained.

“I just missed you” You felt Semi press his lips on your forehead, and use his hand to push any stray hairs that clung to your temple back and behind your ear.

“I’m sorry for ever making you feel lonely. I don’t ever want you to feel that way, you don’t deserve it” He pressed a few more sweet kisses on your lips, and your heart swelled with his words and actions. You weren’t going to pressure him at all, but to have him understand, even just a little of how isolated you felt from him was relieving. Your shoulders felt lighter, and you were sure going forward you’d have a spring in your step.

“I promise I’ll make more time for us okay?”

“Okay” You smiled at his assurance for your relationship. You had no doubt that Semi would keep his word. You watched as he picked up your wine glass, taking a sip of the light bubbly champagne.

“Hey! That’s my glass”

“You only brought one”

“Doesn’t matter, get your own!” He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you forward so your body was flush against his.

“We only need one” Grinning from ear to ear, he leaned down and kissed you again. You could taste the citrus and acidic flavour of the alcohol on his lips. It was only fair that you got to taste the drink that he so rudely stole from you on his tongue right?

“By the way, you looked gorgeous tonight” He mumbled between kisses. It made your heart soar and flutter.

You lapped and nipped at his mouth, letting the progression of the evening develop into the loss of the originality of innocence that the night had started with.

It wasn’t another night spent alone.

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