#asahi azumane

[megapteraurelia]

azumane asahi’s hands were big, warm and heavy on your legs. 

“stay still,” you mumbled and he shuddered at the caress of your breathing on his mouth. one hand of yours held his strong jaw, moving it when you had to, the other careful at gliding the blade across his skin.

asahi’s lips opened as if to speak, but you glanced at him sternly, freezing your hands, and his mouth closed again. his hands on your thighs squeezed for a second in response, half apology, half amusement, and you softened your gaze, “sorry, handsome, i don’t want to cut you.”

a hum escaped his throat, deep and rumbling in his chest, the muscles underneath your fingertips vibrating slightly at the oscillation of sound carried over.

you sank the blade in water to clean it once the strip above one side of his mouth was finished, and this time he didn’t hesitate to disrupt the shaving process. his hands rubbed the sides of your legs as his hips flushed closer to yours, “thank you for being so careful,” a huff of embarrassed relief escaped him, “i nick myself a lot.”

“wouldn’t that be funny for people to know?” you teased and tenderly gripped his chin, pulling down his upper lip to get the most space for the other side. his gentle eyes watched you as he let you contort his face however you wanted, putty underneath your fingertips, “this huge man looking like he’s gonna pummel everyone in his way, but can barely shave without hurting himself.”

the tips of asahi’s ears burned, but his hands gave your legs a squeeze at the taunt, and before you set the blade on his skin, your legs interlocked behind his hips to trap him. his eyes narrowed at your mischievousness, amused, slightly horny, but still obedient until you finished the other side of his upper lip, too. 

he pressed into you, leaning you far back until you had to yelp in surprise and sling your arms around his neck (the sharp end of the knife very much pointed away from you both, thank you very much). 

“maybe people will think it’s funny — “ he left the sentence hanging and sank his mouth down on yours, leaving the shaving foam all over your face, kissing you wild and intense,  “ — how you shut up — “ another maddening devouring of your lips, “ — as soon as i’m all over you.”

leaving you breathless, forcing gasps through your mouth, foam wet on your cheeks and your chin, you blushed hard and asahi grinned sheepishly at the mess he left you both in, one hand of his coming to scratch the back of his head.

[cottonlemonade]

Fake Dating [part 1]

word count: 1957 || avg. reading time: 8 mins.

pairing: post-time skip!Asahi x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff, slice of life, pining

warning: spoilers

request: fluffy-spicy, fake dating with crush

Asahi was barely listening to what his dad was talking about. In between bites of pork cutlet, he threw glances across the room to you, his eyes following almost in a trance as you weaved through the many tables without spilling a single crumb or drop from the plates and bowls balanced on your arms. With a perfectly practiced customer service smile, you engaged in polite small talk with the regulars of Miyagi before you were called back to the kitchen to pick up the next order.

Asahi pursed his lips in thought at the Tokyo Curry Bun shirt that bulged a little over the waistband of your jeans, wondering if this was simply a pick-up at a thrift store or if you could possibly live in the capital as well. From the way the locals bombarded you with questions, it didn’t seem like you were the usual waitress.

“Your food’s getting cold.”, his dad noted with a knowing smile, and lightning fast reflexes secured him an end piece of his son’s tonkatsu. Mrs Azumane, to their right, clicked her tongue in loving disapproval and placed half an egg in Asahi’s bowl in turn, joking, “Honey, don’t steal his food, he’s still growing.”

His dad jumped at the opportunity, “Any more and he’ll need a two-story home just to stand up straight.”

Both parents laughed. Asahi had heard that line a million times, so he just ignored it, choosing instead to carefully chew a piece of pickled radish while his gaze kept pulling in your direction.

“Why don’t you just ask her out, son?”

“What?”

“That waitress. It’s easy, I’ll show you.”

“Dad, what are you doing?”, Asahi asked, panic rising in his voice as his father lifted his hand and called, “Over here!”

You turned your head to scan the small room for who had tried to get your attention and put on a fresh smile when you made your way to them.

This wasn’t happening. Asahi saw his life flash before his eyes.

“Excuse me, Miss.”, Mr Azumane began good-naturedly, “My son had a question.”

He gestured to him with an expectant grin, and Asahi hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Another glass of water, please.”, he said.

Looking a little perplexed, you nodded and were about to go back to the kitchen for his order when his father interjected.

“Wait, please.”, and under his breath, still plenty loud enough for you to hear, he said to his son, “Asahi. Come on. Just ask her out.”

“Quick and easy like taking off a bandaid.”, his mom added.

While the horror that both of his parents were actively pushing their fully grown adult son to ask out a girl in front of them made it impossible for him to speak, a middle-aged man came up behind you.

“Is everything alright here?”, he asked and looked from the patrons to you. He wiped his hands on the black apron wrapped around his middle, seemingly having just come out of the kitchen.

“More than alright.”, Mr Azumane boasted, “My son was just about to ask your waitress for her number.”

“Is that so?” The newcomer looked Asahi up and down as much as he could while he was sitting in front of him - although, even then, he was almost as tall as the chef.

“Well, sweetie, don’t be shy. Give it to him.”

“Dad.”, you sighed.

“What? He’s grown up handsome. And you know the Azumanes! They lent us their wheelbarrow when we redid the garden shed for your fifth birthday, remember?”

You bit back the remark on your tongue (you mean, two whole decades ago?).

“You know where he should take you?”, Mrs Azumane said excitedly, leaning over the table and tapping a finger on the plastic water bottle in the center, “There is this uhm - argh, what was it, honey? Like a- a Chinese-fusion restaurant that opened in Sendai.”

“Ah, good idea!”, Mr Azumane agreed, “And I think there is a park with a fountain nearby where you can take a walk after. And no need to hurry back, you two.”

At this point, you wore a blank expression, listening to the unbridled enthusiasm of the parents, searching for some kind of hidden camera that would explain this absurd exchange.

“If you’re still unsure,”, Mr Azumane said and turned his body to his son, but keeping eye contact with you, “look at this!” His hand went to grab Asahi’s upper arm, “Look how strong he is.”

“Give him your number.”, your father pushed gently as if you were a toddler too scared to ask a shop owner for ice cream, “If you don’t remember it, I can give it to him.”, then he muttered to himself while patting his pockets for his phone, “I think there were two fives in there.”

Luckily, saving you from any further comment on the helpfulness of that info, the next round of guests arrived, and you bowed to the Azumane family before hurrying over to greet the new customers.

You stepped outside into the cool evening breeze and took a deep breath. The small restaurant always became so stuffy after a while, the air thick with the smell of spilled beer and smoke clinging to people’s jackets from a quick cigarette break.

A couple of moths fluttered around the warm lightbulb above the entrance, and besides the occasional laughter or call for another drink, nothing disturbed the peacefulness of the countryside. Coming back after spending years in Tokyo, the silence of Miyagi was almost eerie. There was always noise in Tokyo, morning, noon, and night, all hours of the day. Hectic, loud, urgent noise, but here time seemed at a standstill. Since the restaurant was at the edge of town, you could look out into complete darkness that was sparsely dotted with occasionally flickering street lamps. Crickets chirped nearby, a cat sauntered down the sidewalk, quiet as a shadow, and after a while, a lonely truck traveled along the dirt road on the other side of the rice paddies. The sweet smell of wild wisteria that wafted over mixed with the residual smoke from the overfilled ashtray by the door and spelled nostalgia. It reminded you of the many afternoons helping your parents after school and during time off from university.

You closed your eyes for a moment.

Only a few more days before you had to go back to the city, and, while you couldn't wait to see your friends again, the quick Miyagi detox always did wonders for your creativity. It was amazing how many panels you got done this week.

“Hey.”, a calm voice said behind you, but it made you jump a little nonetheless, “Sorry!”

When you turned around, it was the guy from before, the one your parents were practically planning a wedding for already.

“Nono, all good.”

He had his jacket bundled in his hand and his long brown hair, previously falling quite majestically over his shoulders, was now tied to a neat bun.

You felt his eyes studying you before he said, “Sorry about earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it.”, you said genuinely and then gave a low sigh before shrugging, “Parents.”

You figured his mother and father were still finishing up inside, probably falling into the typical small-town small talk that could last anywhere between five minutes and three hours.

To fill the silence that followed, you asked, “Hey, you went to Karasuno, right? And played Volleyball?”

He nodded, surprised.

“I saw your game where you crushed Oikawa’s team.”

“Oh, you went to Aoba Johsai?”

This time it was on you to nod, “I went with a friend to cheer on her little brother. Takahiro?”

“Ahh, Hanamaki. The second ace, right?”

You raised your hands in defense and grinned apologetically, “If you say that, I’ll believe you. I have no idea about Volleyball.”

He smiled and turned to look at the night sky as he said, “Man, that game was what - six years ago?”

His wistful expression led to your next question, “Do you still play?”

“Oh, no. That was my last year, actually. Volleyball is great and all, and I love it, but I was never as passionate about it as the other players.”

“Then- what do you do now?”

You had meant it in terms of hobbies, but he replied, with a hint of pride, “I’m a fashion designer.”

“Oh wow! - And here I am still trying to figure things out.”

“What do you do?”

“Nothing nearly as cool as fashion design. After uni, I took a job at a publishing company to help me get a leg up in the industry and, well, I’m still there.”

“What do you want to do?”

You folded your hands behind your back and leaned against the railing separating the sidewalk from the road, facing the entrance of the restaurant where he stood. The metal with the chipped paint was still a little warm for the day’s earlier sunshine.

As you looked at the guy, wondering if you should really just tell your life’s dream to a total stranger, your mouth was already way ahead of you.

“I’d love to have a little bookstore. Somewhere people can come after work or studies to relax. A manga café would be ideal, honestly. I’d have ramen and snacks and cakes on the menu, and cozy reading nooks you can crawl into with a whole bunch of pillows. I could even sell my own comics, and maybe once a month I could have a movie night there for the customers.”, you met his eyes again and straightened, slightly concerned about yourself just spilling the beans to anyone who’d ask. To save what little was left of your mystique, you added, “Or something like that. I haven’t really thought about it that much.”

“Clearly.”, he said as a small smirk came to his lips.

With a lazy kick, you sent a pebble rolling into the small gap between two planters next to the door.

He really did seem like a sweet guy.

“Hey, so… did my dad ever give you my number?”

“Oh, yeah, uhm.”, he put a hand in his pocket to produce a neatly folded napkin.

“But I was gonna throw it out.”

You grinned teasingly, “Why? You don't want my number anymore? We could grab some coffee once we’re back in Tokyo.”

His eyes widened, and his lips parted in shock, and he was apparently at a loss for words. You waited, but he didn’t say anything. A quick pull of disappointment you hadn’t expected yanked at something in your stomach.

You must have misunderstood, you thought, and swerved, “As friends, I mean. And if you want, we can just tell our parents that we’re dating so they stop trying to set us up with random strangers.” You laughed kind of awkwardly, while he still just gaped like an admittedly adorable fish.

To downplay your nerves at having so spectacularly failed at flirting, you said brightly, “Text me, okay?”

Even in the dim light, you saw his cheeks blushing - probably in secondhand embarrassment - as he nodded and then, before he could say anything else, he was pushed out of the way by the opening door behind him.

“Ah, there you are! You ready to- oh! Did we interrupt something?” It took his dad exactly 3 seconds to get back to his matchmaking ways.

“Nope, nothing at all. Let’s go.” The guy ushered his parents down the sidewalk towards their car.

You watched as he opened the doors for his tipsy mom and even tipsier dad before getting into the driver’s seat himself - not before he paused for a moment and gave you a small dorky wave that had you giggle to yourself.

a/n: request for @sillytoya

the biggest thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for lending her brain to figure this one out

[cvnt4him]

Kinda obsessed w the thought of dilf!asahi x younger!reader (asahis like 45 n reader is 24)

Man js having a big bulky azumane on top of you, his hair messy on the back of the couch as you're on top of him riding his cock. His husky groans and occasional moans, you can admire how he doesn't care about the whole "men moaning isn't masculine!1!!". He doesn't care what sounds he makes, he wants you to know youre making him feel good.

His deep voice and the way he holds your thighs tightly, his muscular veiny hands gripping tightly on your skin as you try your best to take all of him. His cock was one tough pill to take, he was long and damn was he thick. It was so sweet how gentle he was with you each time. How he looked at you in your eyes as you took him, encouraging you to take your time telling you how proud he was of you for taking him.

His praise was top tier, and god you wished he could fill you up. You wished you could feel his milky warm cum inside of you, pumping deep inside as his cock twitched and spurted it all.

Thinking about wanting his cum while riding him only made you wetter, your eyes rolling back and your thighs shaking. His thumbs gently rubbing circles to try and soothe you, telling you how great you're doing while he bit his lip with a smile. A deep chuckle leaving him as you tried your best to ride him.

Thinking ab him having you quickly hop off of his cock just before he cums so you take his cum all the way down your throat, choking on his thick and bulging cock along with his cum. Those groans he lets out above you his eyes squeezing shut while you continue to suck and twist your hands around the base of his cock, paying most of your attention with your tongue to his cock.

And him gripping your hair tightly but still not trying to hurt you driving you nuts. And and and sharing a messy kiss after you choke on his cum trying to swallow it.

Idk I'm sorry this is messy and sloppy

[leecheedoodles]

Rollinnngggggg thunderrrrrrrrrrrr ✨

[chloyappa]

TRAITS I THINK KARASUNO WOULD HAVE

except i share it with them

--

HINATA

-loves bananas. for every meal of the day he eats at most three bananas after.

KAGEYAMA

-hates eating liver to the point that he gags at the smell of it. (his older sister is confused how hes able to spot it in a meal she cooked to sneak it in)

YAMAGUCHI

-once tried a vape and never did it ever again because he had a coughing fit that lasted five minutes. scared he was gonna die from choking and tsukishima was just laughing at him

TSUKISHIMA

-biggest math nerd. loves math. all the smart people in his class come to him to ask questions about problems. (exasperated sigh before helping them but he feels prideful under he frown)

YACHI

-fuckin hates worms. the moment she sees even a little baby maggot she screams in fear and scrambles to find someone to get rid of it

NOYA

-never stops smiling during matches even if makes a mistake. it's a coping mechanism ig? everyones frown could reach their toes in the middle of a bad match and he'd be smiling radiantly in back court even if he feels pressured

TANAKA

-loves hanging around people he isn't close to. he could be a quiet kid's group mate and he'd be joking around and praising them for the littlest things like he knows their mama

ENNOSHITA

-always chosen as a leader (even out of volleyball) in group works. dreads the moment the teachers announce a group work because—most likely—they'd choose him even if there was someone else much better than him academically.

KINOSHITA & NARITA

-they live for pop culture references. yah they may always be in their own world during practice but once you get to know them i SWEAR you'll be hearing references you didn't even know existed. and what's worse is that they'll act judgy if you don't know them... (i do not judge i swear)

ASAHI

-will not tell people that he does certain stuff unless someone asks. for example, he's been going to the gym since forever and the people who know are noya and hinata (they saw him at a gym when they tried to go lift weights and impress girls). no one asked him ever, they just assumed it's just from playing too much volleyball

SUGA

-whenever he and the third years meet up to hang around, he always initiates to eat buldak. sometimes the extra cheesy one, sometimes the black nuclear one.

-always the last one standing whenever they eat even when he practically gulped down the other's spicy sauces too.

DAICHI

-loves playing roblox with his little siblings. they once pestered him to death to play grow a garden with them and he's been addicted ever since.

KIYOKO

-has rad ass biceps that no one knows about until she unintentionally flexed them while carrying a bunch of boxes. (i dont have biceps i just think shes a badass)

-

thats all thanks

[solarecliipse]

habits’

tsukishima, oikawa, osamu, asahi, kenma x reader (separately). english is not my first language, hope you enjoy :).

tsukishima has always been really observant, that’s how he know what to say to get in anyone’s nerves, except with you he tries to notice everything, not just the things that make you feel bad. that’s why when he notices how you are always forgetting your things he starts to double check every time you leave a place, that so if you forgot something he can take it and give it to you later. and it’s surprising to him how you can forget your phone, or your sweater, or even your backpack? anyways, he’ll keep on double checking and, of course, tease you for forgetting before giving your things back.

oikawa knows you have stationary allergies, and that’s why he starts to take tissues, a nasal irrigator, and whatever meds that may help you, be it eyedrops or pills, and at first you think of it as a coincidence that he always has tissues when that season starts, but after some days you figure out he is worried and keeps all those things with him whenever he’s around you, but when you confront him about it he’ll probably say mattsun has allergies too or whatever, all while he blushes a bit and smiles cockily.

osamu quickly realizes you don’t like unagi at all, because anytime he gives you some of his food he wants to see if you like it, and every time you try anything with unagi your face will get this little frown, and at first he thinks maybe you don’t like his cooking—and thinks of giving up his dream—, but later notices the pattern and so starts to make sure he only gives you plates that don’t include it, even purposefully eating all the unagi nigiri if you go on a date and are served some.

asahi knows how much you like to solve sudokus and word searches, and knows for a fact you can finish a book of them in some days, that’s why he starts to look for them at sakanoshita’s market anytime he passes by, and if he gifts them to you when he notices you have finished the one you currently have; he even starts to try and help you solve them, but he thinks he isn’t as skilled as you are, like how are you so fast? and why do you look so good while solving them?

kenma notices that you’re having a hard time with chemistry, and even has listened to you rant about how it is affecting your whole average score, the problem is, he isn’t really that good either, doesn’t consider himself a good teacher at all, but he loves you so much he gets to an agreement with kuroo that he’ll train with him and bokuto some extra time the next training camp if he gives you tutoring, and of course kuroo would’ve been eager to do it anyways, but hey, thanks to you now kenma will be bound to practice more!

[barakock]

guys night

[thegreatpeanut]

senpai 🌸

[sugarwarachan]

random horny thoughts - hq (karasuno edition)

(･ω･)つ andy's notes: enjoy these filthy things while i pull myself out of writer's block jail

characters: ukai keishin, tsukishima kei, azumane asahi, yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koushi, sawamura daichi, tanaka ryunosuke

cws: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, cigarette smoking, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink (ukai); dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation (tsukishima); panty-sniffing, masturbation (azumane); praise kink (yamaguchi); exhibitionism, public sex (sugawara); oral (f receiving), a MUNCH (sawamura); premature ejaculation (tanaka)

ukai’s guilty pleasure is smoking a cigarette while you give him head, the rush of nicotine spiraling up his spine as your tongue greedily laves over his weeping tip. one hand gently rests on the back of your head, lazily stroking your hair while he rocks his hips up into your throat. “keep suckin’ on it just like that, pretty girl. you know exactly what daddy likes, huh?”

tsukishima gets hard when you cry (this is like canon at this point). his goal is to get you so fucked out of your mind you can barely talk, tears streaming down your face at the combination of overstimulation and degrading filth falling from his lips: “what, the little pillow princess can’t even take dick without cryin’ now?”

azumane has the nastiest panty-sniffing problem. first time he went down on you he sucked your pussy lips through your panties until you were shivering and screaming, fabric completely soaked through. after he ripped them off and pocketed them for later, it became a habit. whenever he’s away from you, he can’t cum without huffing your scent in like a fucking dog

yamaguchi cums at the mere suggestion of praise. the first time you wrap your hands around his cock and whisper how pretty it is, he's shooting ropes of cum all over your hands and up his tummy, stuttering out an apology until you shut him up with a kiss

sugawara loves to fuck you in public. not where anyone can see you, no—he doesn’t want anyone to be able to look at you when your mouth is slack with pleasure and your eyes are up in your head—but if he can sneak off to a closet at a party or duck behind a building to fuck you up against a wall he’s doing it. claps a hand over your mouth with a mischievous smirk when you’re too loud, "darling, I thought you didn't want people to hear us?"

sawamura eats pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. he’s a giver, and nothing makes him harder than slinging the backs of your thighs over his shoulders and diving into your cunt. he’s sweet with it most of the time, threading his fingers with yours and lazily drawing circles over your clit, but sometimes he’s impatient to feel your cute little hole gush on his tongue and manhandles you up onto his face where he can lick you until you scream

tanaka almost always prematurely ejaculates if you’re making out with him on his lap. if you’re in a skirt and the slowly dampening heat of your pussy starts throbbing against him—man is GONE. he drags you over and over his cock, head thrown back against the couch, something almost like a whimper escaping his throat—"fuck angel - ’s not fuckin’ fair for ya to feel this good"

2025 © all works belong to @sugarwarachan. do not repost, translate, or steal any of my works. reblogs and comments always appreciated my lil bbs <3

[nat-but-free]

Rewatching haikyuu (again)

[srapsodia]

"Call for the ball one more time, Ace!"

(Based on that one gif of Christiane Endler lifting up her teammates)

[takes1]

i would literally sell my soul for more asahi smut(or literally anything tbh)

- (your stuff is actually so good bro. keep it up💯💯)

p.1 asahi getting rough with petite!reader

thank you!!! 😭❤️man, asahi is the most perfect character for some of my fav tropes ughh he's such a sweetie

warnings. nsfw themes. recreational use of alcohol. minors DNI

details. nsfw / fem!reader / manager!reader / short!reader / rough play! fetish / mutual size kink / mutual crushing / playfighting / version of spin the bottle / suggestive wrestling / asahi is a gentleman / inappropriate hard-ons / sitting on asahi's shoulders / houseparty / tipsy!asahi / lightweight!suga / 2.4k words / two-parter, reply to be tagged for next nsfw part

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. part two here.

"Aawww-!" Was a chorus of giggly groans throughout the little circle of Karasuno players. Your bottle landed on what was undeniably Asahi.

It filled Daichi's living room, which had been completely rearranged to make room for a friendly fight circle. As their more reserved manager, you decided that you shouldn't partake in a bottle-spinning, play-fighting, testosterone-pumping, sweaty activity at the start of the night.

"That's not a fair fight!"

After a few drinks and watching multiple rounds, you began to adopt an unfounded confidence that you'd be able to win one of these silly wrestling matches.

The name of the game was to keep a volleyball in your arms at the end of a three-minute timer. The trick, for most, was to take on their opponent, tire them out, and turtle over the ball in the last 10 seconds.

It seemed doable from your comfy spot on the couch, when you watched Tanaka prevail over Ennoshita, or the energetic match between Hinata and Nishinoya. When you volunteered to go, you were sure you could take anyone. But Asahi? He was arguably the most formidable opponent.

"Noo, let her fight Yamaguchi!" Suga was beet-red from his one drink, clinging to Daichi at the reveal that your match was against tonight's three-time Champ.

"Yamaguchiii!" He called, giggling, but you shook your head.

You didn't want to fight somebody that wasn't a challenge. If Asahi was #1, then Yamaguchi was #12. Bottom of the bracket.

Asahi glanced around the circle of guys telling him not to, already unsure if he should accept this turn, and to let you try fighting somebody your size, first.

"Hey, hey, now-!" Daichi tried to quiet the uproar and laughter, grinning, "Let her -hhaha- let her decide!"

Now that everyone had their own opinions, somewhat sharing the sentiment that if you fought, you'd suffer a terrible loss, your delusion grew a bit out of proportion.

You stood and passed your drink to Yachi. She gasped and grabbed your shirt as if you were a sacrifice. The room fell quieter, except for the failed, muffled laughter against elbows and hands.

"I'll take him!" You asserted, "And I'll win."

Cheers, applause, noise of all kinds preceded the start of some bets. Asahi grew warm at all the attention, and the pushing, and the teasing. If he lost, nobody would ever let him hear the end of it.

"You just gonna let her talk to you like that, bro?!" Nishinoya called.

He was snickering at his best friend's face, money already on you winning. All Asahi had to do was stand up for the guys to start 'Ooooh'ing, and for you to feel much, much smaller.

You were safe and across the circle, the game hadn't started yet, but as he pulled his hair up into a bun, you started sweating. He won his match with Kageyama by real wrestling, the one with Suga was more of just tiring his opponent out, and the one with Narita was won by brute-forcing the ball out of his grip.

Those weighty arms naturally flexed, moving to grab the elastic from between his teeth to tie it up. After enough jabs from Suga and Daichi, he realized he needed to verbally respond to your challenge.

Lightly buzzed, and not as shy about the reality of the fight, "I'm not goin' easy on you just 'cause you're tiny."

Now you had to beat him. You felt the fury of generations, notably Nishinoya, who was clambering over other guys to join your corner at the clear rage-bait.

"You better beat his ass for that!" He screamed over the delighted whoops and cheers.

Daichi resumed his ref-spot, ball in hand, as you both made it to the center of the circle.

You came up to his chest. He cocked his head down at you, a subtle endearment to his eyes, like he was admiring a small animal-- it was underestimation, an intimidation tactic for sure.

"Good," You muttered, a narrowed gaze at your opponent.

Daichi placed the ball on the floor between you and backed up before starting your time.

Asahi kicked it to the edge of the circle, disinterested in a game of keep-away. It wasn't advantageous to grab now, so you engaged him.

After watching enough of his matches, you knew he went low, first, so you stayed much, much lower.

It hardly served you. Any offensive move to take him just wasn't forceful enough, and you found yourself soon trapped once he got a hold of you.

And once he did, it felt like you would never be able to escape. The way he knew how to move you around was incredible- forget about his power, you couldn't even defend against his technique.

It also didn't take a lot of guessing to know what was compromising, and what wasn't- the team was vocal about what you needed to do, which prevailed mostly as different versions of 'Run away.'

40 seconds in, he readjusted his grip to something twisted, unnatural, and you were about three steps behind when he completed the move and pulled you up.

His arms were around your waist, your legs in the air, as he came up to a kneel.

"Ah!" You squealed, world turned upside-down.

You locked your legs around his shoulders, squeezing hard, but it didn't help you as he stood up onto his feet.

"Oh- shit-!!"

"Yoooo!"

"Asahi, take it easy!!"

Your fingertips couldn't make it to the floor- you weren't sure that you wouldn't hit your head, even if they did. His body was so hot against your back, his sheer strength such a shock, it stole your senses for a moment.

"Uh! Ref! Ref! That can't be legal!" Yachi pointed.

"Technically," Daichi took a moment to puff his collar with air, scanning the 'legality' of it, "Uh- it's... allowed."

You had never been so grateful to be wearing a bra. Your shirt didn't come all the way up, but you still took a second to tuck it before gripping your way to a curl-up.

At the top, you grabbed the back of his neck. It earned a strong grimace.

It served him right, since he was making a mockery out of you.

"Mmmh- sorry," Asahi spared you an apologetic look, even letting you finish tucking in your shirt before moving to a different position.

It was all in all, a lot of time, sitting up on his shoulders. It earned many, many whistles and half-vulgar expressions that Daichi had to quiet down.

"You good?" He cracked himself up a little with the question, unable to look anywhere but between your legs. You could feel his warm panting against you and tried not to think about it.

"Mhm."

It was curt, beyond embarrassment at this point. You wanted a fighting chance to touch the ball. If he kept you up here, you wouldn't be able to try.

If you had been one of the guys, he might've been a little less gentle letting you onto the floor. Still, he kept you down and wasted no time to pull himself free from your thighs, then pin you on your back.

He sat on your hips. It seemed so lame, and simple, but you couldn't lift yourself out from under him. You were getting weaker just by trying.

It was worse when he looked you in the eye, a little too sweet, as if he wasn't even thinking about the match.

The only thing that saved you was the time running out. You had just one minute left and still hadn't touched the ball.

"Asahi, get the damn ball!" Suga hollered, now on his second drink.

He sat back a little, glancing around for it- it was enough weight displacement to yank a leg out. He was still deciding between keeping you down and grabbing the ball. You were able to take advantage of the indecision and fly towards it, just before him.

And you were exhausted, hugging it close to your chest, huffing with a kind of tired you hadn't quite known before.

Spite was the only thing you ran on, at this point. Your muscles were screaming with fatigue, your breath shallow and rapid, making your forearms a little slick from condensation.

Eyes screwed shut, you couldn't help but squeak at the sound of him upon you- he was so scary, you finally understood how other teams could get intimidated by the way he played in matches.

"30 seconds!! (Y/n)!" Nishinoya bellowed, "Just 30 seconds!! Hold it!!"

His big fingers were digging, slowly but surely prying like steel under your arms. Every time he spared a moment to readjust, you squeezed harder and impeded his progress, so it forced a different approach.

A forearm barred against the front of your hips, stalling your breath for a moment- once he had a grip around you, he completed the hold and dropped his shoulder to the floor.

And in one, big groan against your ear, he curled, flipping you on top of him.

"Noooo-!!" Nishinoya and Yachi watched along in horror.

You braced, a simple cry all you could make, knowing that you were done for. You lay face up- your back against his chest, the only thing keeping the ball in your possession was a weak arm hold.

Asahi didn't instantly go for it, though.

He crunched his legs up in lock, prying yours down with shameful ease. It must've been some form of showmanship, to truly have you trapped.

The labored rise and fall of his chest moved your whole upper body, yet another enticing reminder that he eclipsed you in size. You could've sworn he was laughing.

Before he could take the thing out of your hands, you chucked it all the way across the circle.

"Oooooh!!"

"Ten seconds! Ten seconds!"

You both scrambled away from each other to grab the ball. For once, you had a head start and started pulling yourself towards it.

A grip on your ankle, just before you could close the distance, dragged you backwards in a comical slide.

"Aah-h-!!" You yelped again, all your progress lost, all your hope fading as he climbed over you.

But he couldn't quite reach the ball. He was weighing you down to keep you from moving.

Now faced with the reality you wouldn't win, you refocused all your effort on keeping him away. You quickly got into more of a sprawl to keep his hips further back while he was distracted, nails digging into his big, outstretched forearm with a strangled, but determined groan.

He quickly silenced you by bringing that arm back, crushing it underneath your combined bodies in an unintentional choke.

The fingers on his other hand were dancing against the ball. You were able to twist, just barely, to snake your hand to his bicep and force a subtle bend at the elbow.

"Time!"

It was such a cathartic experience. For about 3 seconds. As long as it took for you to both stop bracing.

After that, your heart was pounding for a very different purpose. Though you had been able to shove your dirty thoughts to the side in the name of sportsmanship, the position you finished in was pornographic and you quickly felt a throbbing between your thighs.

"Ahhh-- fuck-!" He groaned, heavy and burning hot against your neck, "You're- Mm, you were good."

You winced at the sensation and the tired, grumbly bass in his voice.

Your legs had the outside disadvantage, knees spread wide in another dismal effort to remain low. His hips were crammed against the back of yours, allowing you to feel the indisputable bulge pressed tight against your cunt.

What made it worse was that you couldn't move until he took his weight off, and he was so tired that it took him longer than you to catch his breath.

His forearm slid off of your neck and he finally muscled himself up. It left you a bit weak, wobbly, sort of needy for that weight on top of you again.

What may have felt like a few million years was, in reality, only a few more seconds. Nobody noticed, or they at least weren't pointing it out, in favor of teasing him for not finishing the match.

"A tie, dude?!"

"Rematch! Rematch!"

"I know you're not tired!"

Since you were the underdog, you were spared of such disparaging comments. You had, after all, gotten the closest to winning against him. A tie was satisfying in its own right.

"--if he wasn't so damn distracted-,"

Suga's disappointed mutter to Daichi caught your attention as you took your place back on the couch next to them. You leaned forward and stole his attention right away.

"Not that I wasn't rooting for you!" He clarified. "It's just that--,"

Daichi cleared his throat, very loudly, twice, with a wide stare towards his friend. That was not his secret to tell.

"Right... right."

There was no time, no room to ask another question, because Asahi carefully walked the perimeter of the circle to get to Daichi. He squatted in front of him. They began talking in covered whispers. They exchanged a few back-and-forth's.

It ended in Daichi dapping him up, a big grin on his face. He patted his back, hard but friendly, and made some room so he could exit the makeshift perimeter.

You figured that was the end of it, and started to collect yourself as he hopped over the back of the couch. Kageyama was taking on Tsukishima in a heated, technically complicated match. Now, you had some sympathy because you were still unable to shake the indescribable shock of getting pinned.

It felt eerily similar to the jolt you got from his big, warm hand back on your shoulder.

When you turned to look at him, he was a bit flushed. So modest, considering how rough he had just been with you.

"You wanna come help me with somethin'?"

"Sure!" You glanced around his kind, but gruff features and couldn't figure him out.

He let you use his shoulders to steady yourself as you also climbed over the back of the couch. It was sweet, and it would've been scarier without his help.

"What's up?" You spared a look back to Daichi and Suga, who were grabbing and shoving each other in excitement, and tried to lighten him up a little with a playful shove on the stairs, "You want a rematch?"

It didn't move him at all. Sharing a laugh, he joked, "Uhh, well- kind of."

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[cottonlemonade]

Thinking about how when you started dating Asahi you quickly realized that you had to keep extra plain black hair ties in your bag, just in case.

“Honey? My hair tie broke. Do you maybe have a spare?”

You looked up from your homework at your boyfriend’s luscious brown locks and grabbed your bag, but after rummaging through the multitude of increasingly ridiculous things found at the bottom of the backpack you regretfully shook your head.

He leaned down to give you a kiss, cupping your chubby cheek in his huge hand, thanking you for checking. As he turned to leave for practice, you stopped him.

“Oh wait!”, you said, fumbling with your ponytail, “You can use mine!”

To this day Noya and Suga had not let him live it down that he once wore a baby blue, velvet scrunchie during training. Although, in your humble opinion, he could pull it off.

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"mr. refreshing"

LEAST refreshing way possible to enter the court

[internationalgamer]

The fact that nishinoya never used rolling thunder in any of the official matches.....

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Based on this squad pose by @queencookiemonster123

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