#haikyu fanfic

[bookskeepers]

third time's the charm ♡ chapter seven

content warnings: MDNI, bad jokes, reader rambles about neuroscience, sexism mentioned, dirty talk af, reader tries to hold a conversation during sex tho, oral (male receiving), fingering, peepee in veevee, protected, nipple play (m + f receiving), overstimulation, TICKLISH COOTER, i probably use every possible word for 'penis', not proofread

word count: can't measure on mobile so... ~3.2k? idk tbh

a/n: note to self: never write on mobile again. wtf. also the 'ticklish down there' is a self story bc when my ob gyn disinfected my hoo ha for iud insertion i told her it tickled (bc i was giggling) and she said I'm her first ticklish patient (and yes, i have also gotten ticklish during receiving oral </3)

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"Guess we're starting off with a bang, huh?"

The line catches you off-guard. After all, it's not actually related to the activities you two will be partaking in; your door did slam into the wall with how much force you used to fling it open.

After taking way too much time to process what he said, you finally break out into a fit of giggles. "Because," you begin, "we're going to have sex, but the door also whammed into the wall..."

There's a look of amusement in Tsukishima Kei's honey brown eyes as he takes a step into your dorm, closer to you. "Sure. We can say it was intentional."

You take a step back unconsciously, making room for him to pass by you into your room. Unlike last time, you forgot to clean up -- there are clothes scattered on the bed and three different textbooks opened haphazardly on the floor. Your rug is crumpled up in the corner of the room, a victim of an outrage earlier in the week at getting an annoying text from a groupmate about a project.

The minimal mess doesn't seem to bother him, though. You watch as he sets his own bag on the ground, noting to yourself that he actually brought a bag with him this time. He steps over the opened textbooks, taking care not to accidentally damage them, before he arrives at your bed. He's facing away from you, so you can't see his face, but you can hear the smirk in his voice as he picks up a particularly lacy bra that would leave nothing to the imagination if someone saw you wearing it. "Weren't gonna wear this one for tonight, huh?"

Your face begins to heat up as you rush over to his side, snatching the garment out of his hands and kicking it under the bed. "Uh, don't worry about that." Mai had decided it'd be funny to gift you the world's most revealing lingerie set (which was impressive, given the nature of lingerie) yesterday as a 'congratulations for hooking up with the same person twice' gift. You had opened the box and thrown it at her in shock. She had thrown it back, and it stayed on your bed where Tsukishima found it.

He watches you with a bemused expression before leaning back on your bed as if this were his dorm room, not yours. "So... what can you teach me about sex, from a neuroscience standpoint?" he asks, reaching one hand out to take your arm and pull you closer.

You stumble in the process, finding yourself flat against him with both your palms pressed firmly on his chest. "Oh!" you exclaim, face turning even redder. "Well, actually, all I really know is that women produce oxytocin when they... y'know, release, and men release dopamine, I think?" You begin to ramble, talking about the effects of these two hormones on the brain while Tsukishima watches, clearly listening to your every word.

As what was supposed to be a hook-up starts nearing closer and closer to a lecture, the blonde male holds your wrist up to his mouth, planting soft kisses on it as you continue to talk. "...so some really sexist people think that, because women release oxytocin when they orgasm and oxytocin is linked to pairbonding, promiscuous women are incapable of forming lasting relatio-- what are you doing?"

His tactic of slowly and gently placing kisses up your arm to distract you worked, as now your focus is solely on him instead of whatever neuroscience-related lectures were replaying in your head.

"Performing an experiment," he says between pecks, his voice low and sultry.

You raise a brow at him, biting the edge of your bottom lip. "Oh? And what experiment might that be?"

His other hand, the one not holding your wrist up, trails up your spine, applying a gentle pressure to get you to lean in. "Something, something, oxytocin. Can I kiss you? For experimental purposes, of course."

You close the gap between the two of you in response, contentment flooding your nervous system as your lips move against his. They're softer than you remember, smooth with the addition of chapstick. When you part for air, you feel the faint taste of vanilla.

"Sweet," you remark before he can go in for another kiss.

He pauses halfway, leaving the barest of space between you two, a slight smile on his features. Fishing through a pocket with one hand, he procures a tube of balm after a few seconds. "You like the vanilla flavor?"

You put on an expression of deep thought before shrugging. "I'm going to need a few more taste tests before I'm sure," you state, pulling him in for another kiss.

It doesn't take long for you to melt into him once more, that awkward tension usually involved with kissing a stranger long gone, since you've already, y'know, had sex with him.

Gone is the shaky, hesitant individual from last time. You're more confident in your movements with him, wasting no time in running your hands under the edge of his tee, the hem riding up as your hands go higher and higher. As your fingertips reach his pecs, you take a second to pinch and squeeze lightly at his nipples and you relish the groan he releases into your mouth as a result.

"God, I forgot how good that feels," he whispers, acting as if it hadn't been more than a week since the original hookup. "Do it again," he says as he lifts you up and places you on the bed before taking his shirt off, exposing his nipples to the cold air.

You don't respond verbally, instead opting to take one of the peaks into your mouth. You give it a good suck before gently nipping at it, causing Tsukishima to entangle his fingers in your hair and let out a small noise. Heat begins pooling between your legs in earnest as you continue to lavish his chest with attention, eventually switching from one nip to the other, one of your hands pulling and tweaking at the one that isn't in your mouth.

After a few more moments of this, he places his arms on your shoulders and you stop. His face is bright red and he's panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Is that what it feels like when I do the same to you?" he asks in a husky tone, moving his hands from your shoulders to the hem of your shirt. "Because I'm about to do that to you. I missed them."

There's an edge of playfulness in his voice hiding the twinge of sincerity as he pulls your shirt over your head, once again taking the time to visually appreciate the way your chest looks in your bra. "I like this color on you," he says before he pushes you back rather harshly.

You lay flat on the mattress with a squeak as he hovers above you, one knee on the bed and the other leg straight. "Like this sight, too," he adds as he lowers his head to your chest, his tongue flicking over a clothed nipple. The wet feeling combined with the friction of the bra material against your sensitive flesh makes your back arch ever so slightly into him, and you can feel his grin against your skin. Tingles of electricity bloom around where his mouth and hands meet your breasts, and tiny gasps and pants leave your own mouth as he continues sucking and nipping at the flesh.

He pauses briefly. "Feeling that oxytocin rush yet, baby?"

"Definitely," you breathe out as your back arches up against him when his fingers press against your clothed core. "You could probably make it really rush, if you tried hard enough."

"Don't worry." He sits up, hands leaving your chest to start working on your bottoms. "I fully intend to."

You lift your hips into the air to help in his quest, watching the lust practically cloud his gaze when he succeeds in removing both your pants and undies in one fell swoop. "Shit," he murmurs, running his thumb through your folds. You shiver at the contact. "Good thing I didn't get a chance to eat dinner."

You lift your head off the mattress to stare him down, a look of shock on your face. "What?"

He laughs, now using his middle and ring finger to slide up and down between your southern lips. "Now I get to fully enjoy this feast."

Without giving you time to retort, he prods his fingers at your entrance and presses his tongue flat against your clit, causing you to cry out and arch your back. He wastes no time in attaching his lips to the sensitive bud as his fingers begin pistoning in and out of you at a relentless pace. He's far more ruthless this time, seeming to have figured out what you like from the previous hookup alone.

The sounds of your moans and his slurps fill the air, until he abruptly pulls away from your vag. "No conversation this time?" he asks, his tone almost pouty.

"Oh, I can talk if you want," you offer. He nods before delving back in, and your body shudders at the contact. "So... did you... you know that the clitoris is -- ohmygod, right there, pleasepleaseplease -- a bundle of really sensitive ner-- haaa -- nerves? And when you s-- just like that, you're doing it so good, don't stop -- when you suck on it, it feels fucking phenomenal?"

He hums against your cunt, sending vibrations straight to your brain. You continue to babble, occasionally interruptimg yourself to praise him. Your fingers find their way to his hair again, scritching at the scalp gently.

Unlike last time, where he managed to tear an orgasm out of you, you find the stimulation to start to be overwhelming. Your thighs are spasming and trying to clench shut around his head. A brief glance downwards reveals that one of his hands are unaccounted for, and suddenly you can hear the faint thwapthwapthwap of skin against skin underneath the cacophony of your moans -- is he jacking off?

Your body struggles against him and you find tears forming in your eyes from how the situation has suddenly become too much. He shifts his mouth against you and the pleasurable feeling vanishes; it's replaced by the sensation of being tickled. You push his head away, breaking out into giggles. "Stop, please stop," you manage to choke out.

And just like that, he stops. "Everything okay?" he asks, lifting his head from between your legs. His ears are red from where your thighs applied unnecessary pressure, and the lower half of his face is shiny with your fluids.

"Yeah, it was..." you start, chest heaving. "Just getting to be too much..." You sit up, scooting away from the edge and patting the bed next to you. "Besides, don't you think it's your turn to feel good?"

He raises an eyebrow at you before settling on the bed next to you. "Giving you attention is all I need to feel good," he murmurs, cupping your cheek with one hand and placing his thumb on your lower lip.

You press a soft kiss to the pad of his finger, before noticing that his pants are just gone. His cock rests against his lower stomach, the tip angrily red and leaking. "When did you take your pants off?"

"When I was eating you out," he responds in a matter-of-fact tone. "I'm pretty nifty with one hand."

You adjust your position so you're straddling Tsukishima, smiling devilihsly at him. "Oh, I've definitely been on the receiving end of nifty," you confirm.

"You sure you're good to continue?" he asks, concern evident in his tone. Both his hands come to rest on your waist. "I'm okay with stopping, you know. Don't push yourself if you don't want to."

Those sparks that flew when you had kissed him a week ago are flying again and wreaking havoc in your stomach. The tender concern in his tone, despite the two of you barely knowing each other beyond the confines of your dorm, has you blushing bright pink. Oh God, is that what the bare minimum does to you now? "Yeah, I'm fine," you insist, leaning in closer. "I just get ticklish down there sometimes."

He's leaning in closer too, but he stops when you say that. "...Your cooch is ticklish?" he asks, flabbergasted.

"Uh, yeah? Sometimes?"

"That's a first, I think. That, and trying to hold a conversation while receiving oral."

"Hey, you told me to talk!"

"Guilty," he says, laughing before he finally closes the distance between you two. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you melt against him.

You don't get carried away, however, and before long you gently push him until his back is against the mattress and he has a look of curiosity in his eyes. You plant soft kisses trailing down his body, taking the time to nip at each of his nipples again, before you go past his navel, past his happy trail.

The curious look in his eyes is replaced with excitement as you place a soft kiss on the tip of his dick, licking your lips to remove the precum that had landed on them. It's salty and bitter, not that you expected otherwise.

"Normally I eat pineapple before a hookup," he states, "but you said you're allergic last time, so I didn't wanna risk it... in case... the pineapple got into my sperm, or something."

You gaze at him from beneath your lashes, ass in the air as you press your face to the base of his penis. "How considerate," you say right before licking a long stripe up.

His hips jerk upwards, throwing you temporarily off balance before you fix your stance. You take the mushroom-esque head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and revelling in his quiet gasps as you take more of him in your mouth.

His hands find your hair, entangling themselves in your locks, but he doesn't push down. Once again, you are blown away by Tsukishima Kei doing the bare minimum (not forcing you to deepthroat his dong). You can feel the appendage hardening even more in your mouth as you bob up and down, and opening your eyes reveals Tsukishima's thighs shaking with constraint -- perhaps restraining himself from thrusting. His head is thrown back against the pillows, and the quiet noises emanating from him are almost drowned out by the wet noises from your throat. You hope your brain is recording those noises of his, because they are divine.

You gag as you accidentally take too much of him at once, and he instantly lifts your head off his penis. "Don't choke, baby," he says in a mock-scolding tone.

"I'm fine, I can keep going," you retort, removing his hands from your hair with your own and beginning to reassume your position.

He shifts so he's sitting on his knees, pulling his lower half away from you. "As much as I loved you giving me head, that's not what I meant when I say 'I wanna be inside you.'"

"When did you say--" you begin, but he cuts you off by manhandling your position until you're laying on your back, legs spread, with him between them.

"Just now, I think," he says as he leans over the edge of the bed, gripping one of your thighs for support as he rustles through something on the floor. Within a few seconds, he straightens up and reveals the purplish-black packaging of a condom. He tears it with ease and slides it onto his leaking shaft.

"You're a Skyn guy?" you ask as he lines his dick up with your entrance.

He makes eye contact with you, a question in his gaze. You nod and gasp as he begins to push in. "Skyn's great. I feel everything."

"R-really?" you manage, "I feel like everyone prefers... prefers... Durex?"

"Nah, they haven't tried Skyn then." He, yet again, doesn't give you a chance to respond before pushing the rest of himself in. "God, I forgot how fucking tight you are."

You can't bring yourself to babble anything out, too lost in the delicious stretch and pleasure he's dragging in and out of your walls. His pace is fast, but not ruthless -- his tip kisses your cervix each time, but doesn't smash into it. He leans over you as he thrusts, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder so he can get in deeper. You raise your head so your lips can meet.

The kiss is fiery and full of passion and groans as he speeds up his pace, his hips snapping against yours. "Fuck," he moans into your mouth, breaking the contact to rest his forehead against yours.

"You must... be in peak physical condition," you manage to say between gasps.

"I play volleyball," he responds as he wastes no time in flipping you over so he's railing into you from behind.

"Y-you do!?" you exclaim.

He lets out a breathy laugh. "Baby, I'm on the Sendai Frogs."

"What's that?"

His next thrust is a little harsher than before, ripping a moan from your throat and causing your head to fall into the pillows. "Shit, sorry." He places a hand on your back and draws soothing circles with his fingertips, a complete opposite to the fucking he's giving you. "It's a volleyball team."

"I got that, but... Oh my fucking God, Tsukishima," you pant out. "I can't... can't fucking talk when you're railing me so good."

Your words of praise seem to spur him on because the soothing circles stop, instead replaced by the feeling of his chest pressing to your back. "Yeah? I'm fucking you good?" he asks in a low, sultry tone.

"So... so good, please don't stop."

He keeps his pace up until it begins to grow jerky and erratic. "Shit, I'm gonna cum," he whispers against the back of your neck.

"For me? Cum for me?" you ask in an innocent tone, despite the act you're engaging in.

He groans against your skin, and you feel his fingers dig into the soft skin just above your hips. "Fuck, yeah, baby, I'll cum for you."

His pace slows as he spills into the condom, and you wonder if he thanks whoever invented contraceptives whenever he finishes inside. Soon, it stops completely and he flops onto you, flattening you against the bed. "That was phenomenal."

You squeak from beneath him, his weight simultaneously comforting and a little bit suffocating. "Tsukishima... can't move!"

He laughs and gets off you, once again sorting through your stuff to find proper aftercare tools. "Sorry."

You feel the soft towel against your inner thighs as he cleans you up, before the material of your underwear slides up your legs. "I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow," you groan, feeling that familiar soreness begin to sprout between your legs.

"My fault," he replies drily. You watch as he procures fresh underwear from his backpack -- an overnight bag? -- and puts it on. He walks over to the bed after doing so. "Scoot."

"Telling me to scoot in my own room should be criminal," you grumble before scooting over. He gets in the bed beside you, laying on his back. It doesn't take him much effort to move you around so your head is on his chest and your body is draped over his. He traces shapes on your skin again, and you listen to his heartbeat. "Wanna stay the night?" you offer after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"That'd be awesome," is what you hear as your eyes begin to flutter shut, despite the lamp next to your bed still being on. The room plunges into darkness as Tsukishima turns it off, however, and the last thing you note is him saying, "Goodnight princess."

[mylahrins]

forget-me-nots, 07.

good day y/n,

you left your hair clip at my place! i made sure to wrap it in tissue so its safe, it should be in the envelope. friday was a bit embarrassing with my mother, but i hope you had a good time. my mom absolutely adores you! my brother does too, he’s been asking when you’ll be back. he also wrote down the recipe for the castella cake he baked! it should be on the back of the letter! i’m very happy with how fond my family’s grown of you. i think i’ve grown quite fond of you too.

do you maybe want to have lunch together again sometime? except without my family—it’d be just you and me. i suppose that’d be a date then? would you like to go on a date together? to clarify i mean this in a “not just a friend” kind of way. i hope i’m not crossing any boundaries or being too forward. sorry, im a bit nervous, could you tell?

anyway, i’ll be leaving soon for summer break with the volleyball team. we’re going to tokyo for a training camp! i’m pretty excited, though i’m nervous too. i want to be of more use to the team, so hopefully this training camp will help. wish me luck! speaking of summer, do you have any plans? i remember you mentioning visiting your grandma in tochigi soon. take some pictures of flowers for me! i’ll snap some in tokyo too so i can ask you about all the flowers when we return home. i’m excited to see you soon.

fondly,

sugawara

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author note: no flowers this chapter!! </3 i hope you guys enjoy this chapter as i get beat up by finals this week!! 😔

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Could u do Haikyuu setters getting mad at their s/o because they missed their game because they were busy? Thank u 💕

A/n: I’m so bad at writing angst but why is this such a good ideafjdkla;jfdskl TY FOR THE REQ!! I’ll do a pt. 2 with more setters/characters if you guys req.! Please req. more characters for me to do <3

Genres: angst | comfort 

Characters: Kageyama Tobio | Kenma Kozume | Akaashi Keiji | Oikawa Toru 

Kageyama Tobio - Please don’t leave me!

wc: 321

You were sitting at your desk, getting some work done as you heard the door close. “Tobio?” You call out.

No response.

You found him sitting on your shared bed looking angry. “How’d you do, darling?” you ask tenderly.

“We won,” he mumbled with a scowl on his face.

“You don’t look like you’re too happy about it. What happened?” you sat down next to him on the bed.

He looked at you with a hurt expression on his face. “Why didn’t you come..?”

Your eyes immediately widened in shock. Guilt poured over you. “Tobio-”

“That was a really important game to me,” he whispered, voice trembling.

“I’m so sorry, I was busy with work-”

“You’re always busy with work!” he shouted out, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re never there!”

“Tobio…” you whisper, tears of guilt and shame streaming down your cheeks. 

Kageyama stood up, and walked out of the room. “Tobio..? Where are you going?”

“Tobio?” You ran after him, desperation rising in your chest. How could lose this? How would you live without him?

“TOBIO!” You cried out, bowing down on your knees.

Hearing the absolute anguish and distress in your voice, Kageyama turned around.

“Please don’t break up with me! I’m so so sorry! I’ll never miss a game of yours again! I love you with my whole heart so please don’t leave me!” You sobbed with misery, feeling the end drawing close.

Kageyama took a step towards you and kneeled down. The sound of misery and desperation in your voice hurt his heart too much to leave you. He tapped you on the head with his finger.

Looking up, you saw a broken version of Kageyama. His expression was calm, but his eyes full of hurt, his face wet from tears.

He stared into your eyes for just a second and pulled you into the tightest hug you had ever received.

“I love you too.”

Kenma Kozume - I forgive you

wc: 251

Kenma: we won. omw to your house

Y/n: congrats! ily &lt;3

Read at 8:23 p.m.

Kenma unlocked your front door with the spare key you gave him. After greeting your mom, he headed to your room. 

“Kenma! Congrats!” you wrapped him up in a bear hug. “Kenma?” You tilted your head to the side, confused as to why Kenma looked so disappointed.

“What’s wrong, Ken?” you asked him.

“Nothing,” he whispered, looking at his feet.

“Kenma. Was it me?”

He turned his head towards you slowly, meeting your eyes. “I guess I’m just… mad at you.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, what did I do?”

“It’s more like what you didn’t do…” he trailed off. “I wish you would’ve come to my game.” 

He looked away from you, tears in his eyes. It wasn’t apparent, but Kenma actually cared about volleyball. He cared about a lot of things other than video games. He searched through the crowd to find you, hoping that you could find time to come, but he realized that you weren’t going to show up.

“Kenma…” you watched as he wept silently. “I’m so so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No. It’s not!” you yelled, fighting back tears. “I wasn’t there for you when it really mattered!” You wrapped him up into a hug, holding on tight. You couldn’t lose him. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me; I’ll come to all of your games from now on!” 

“Y/n…” Kenma mumbled through tears. “I forgive you.”

Akaashi Keiji - Paradise

wc: 435

“Akaashi?” You looked up from your laptop, hearing the door open. You’re eyebrows creased when you saw the angry expression on his face. “Is everything alright, darling? I thought you won.”

“We did win,” Akaashi mumbled bitterly. “You would’ve known that if you came, though.”

He tore off his coat and shook off his shoes before heading to your shared room. “Akaashi?” You followed him to your room, seeing him pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry I was busy-”

“You’re always busy! You’re never there! You’ve come to one of my games in the two years that we’ve dated each other! This is something I care about! HOW COULD YOU NOT CARE!?” He shouted at you as tears fell down his face.

You stood in the doorway in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t bare to see the one you loved so much with so much pain and hurt in his eyes, but yet again, you were the one who had caused it. 

You stood in silence as you watched him storm off and down the stairs. Suddenly, a thought appeared in your mind. I’m about to lose him.

Instantaneously, your feet started moving. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you yelled after Akaashi. “Please don’t leave! Let me fix this! Akaashi I love you!”

The front door slammed shut. It’s over. You’re paradise is leaving you.

You crumpled up into a ball, sobbing, mumbling to yourself, “Please don’t leave. I love you. I love you. I love you…”

-

Akaashi went on a walk. He needed to clear his mind. He was so angry at you, but the way you looked so broken when he left made him feel so guilty. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his head. 

That’s it. She’s going to leave you.

His eyes widened at the sudden thought. Almost as fast as the thought came to him, he turned around and started sprinted towards home.

He opened the door, breathing heavily, to find you curled up into a ball on the ground, sleeping. He noticed that your eyes were puffy and your face was wet. Seeing you like that made him feel absolutely terrible.

He dried your face with his thumbs and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to your bedroom and tucked you in. After he took a shower, he laid in bed next to you.

“I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. Please forgive me…” he said, voice shaking.

Your sleeping body wrapped your arms around Akaashi and pulled him closer. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest.

Oikawa Toru - Addicted

wc: 223

“Y/n, how could you miss that game! How could you miss so many games! You’re always too busy! Why can’t you just show up for once!” Oikawa shouted at you. 

“I-I’m sorry Toru.” Your voice shook as you saw tears racing down his face. 

He looked at you, the agony in his eyes stinging you. 

“I’m sorry! You’re right! I’m never there when I should be! But please…” you trailed off, hot tears staining your face. “Don’t leave me. Please forgive me! I’ll show up to every ga-”

“I forgive you…” He looked to the side. “How could I not… When I love you so much? I love you so much it hurts. I get butterflies every time I see you! My stomach does flips when I hear your name! Y/n, your love is like a drug and I’m addicted. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!”

You stood in front of him, eyes wide with shock.

“I’ll always forgive you Y/n. No matter what you do, I’ll always love you too much. No matter how painful, I’ll forgive you! No matter how-”

You wrapped your arms around Oikawa’s torso, holding him so tight you thought you might break his ribs.

“I forgive you, Y/n,” he whispered, holding you close. “I love you too much not to.”

A/n: OMG WHY IS ANGST SO HARD TO WRITE? My heart hurts. I hope yours does too. That’s how I’ll know I did my job 🫡. Have a nice day cutie <33

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TEXT ME: SHOYO x Y/N (part 4)

series

(cw: ballet!reader, reader is in college studying ballet, Shoyo is back from Brazil, kissing, tit play, romantic sex)

(a/n: like my status if u caught my waiting for godot reference. also this is so romantic i loved this)

words: 831

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Your college apartment is scattered with clothes and dirty dishes. (You’re swamped with homework, okay?)

It’s comfy and cozy, with a rose pink couch and scuffed-up coffee table.

Shoyo lies on top of you, kissing you into oblivion. He hums against your lips, pressing his hips into yours.

“Miss me, pretty girl?”

Shoyo had been away for two years, playing in Brazil. You’d started studying ballet at college: learning history, techniques, everything. Your life is saturated in dance, and your body is usually sore. But your skills are improving, and auditions for the school’s next production are coming. They doing the classic: Swan Lake. You want a solo. You want Odette.

But that’s another story.

Now, Shoyo is on top of you, asking if you missed him.

“Of course!” You say, whining as you arch up into him. Shoyo smiles, wicked sparkle in his amber eyes.

“Good,” he says, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, “You better.”

You giggle as he nuzzles your nose.

His voice is raspy, cheeks red in hazy pleasure. Your greedy hands find their way beneath his t-shirt; this is the first makeout sesh you both have has since Shoyo returned. You squeeze his abs, lips parted as a gasp escapes you.

He is sculpted.

Shoyo smiled deviously as he lets you grope his muscles.

“Like that, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm!” You nod happily as you move to squeezing his biceps.

Shoyo snickers.

He ruts his hips into yours. Impatient.

“Want ya,” he says, raspy. His skin is rosy and his smile is syrupy. He demonstrates his want again, pressing his clothed erection against your core. “Missed ya so bad, baby.”

“Missed you too,” you gasp. You grab his face, bringing your mouths together for a hot, messy kiss. “Want you,” you say.

Shoyo’s eyes darken, and his own greedy hands work their way below your shirt. He fondles at your tits, calloused hands strong and warm. “So sexy f’me…,” his whispers, lifting your shirt over your breasts. You’re not wearing a bra: your chest is exposed to his hungry gaze.

He leans down, starting to kiss your skin. His lips are perfect.

He teases you.

Shoyo’s body fits against yours like a warm, weighted blanket. He’s familiar: solid, heavy, warm. Tethering.

He snickers at the sounds you make.

“Sho!” You gasp impatiently, arching up against him, “Want you, now!”

Shoyo lets out a groan, lifting off of you to tug his own shirt off over his head. You lick your lips, and reach out to touch. Shoyo undoes the strings of his sweatpants.

His body is godlike.

It’s sculpted, rosy, and amber-freckled. Shoyo is strong and warm, and when he circles his arms around your waist, making love to you, he is Safe. Home. Harbor.

Him.

“Shoyo,” you whine, arms around his neck, “Love you so much~!”

He nips at your jawline, then moves to smooching down your neck. His cock is safely inside you, deep at your core, as he shows you just how much he missed you.

“Love ya too, baby. Always have—,” he cuts himself off with a heady groan, before hiding his face in your neck. His arms are around you, holding you to him in missionary.

Shoyo thrusts into you slowly, steadily. He’s making love to you in every sense of the word. His time away had grown you into a needy mess: keening and writhing and arching into his grasp.

He’s not much better, whining and gasping in your ear. Your bodies are fit perfectly, soulfully together. Sexting and video calls these past two years were nothing, nothing compared to this. This

rhythm.

That’s the word to describe it: rhythm. Your heartbeats are intertwined: synced and aligned. Ah, how sweetly he loves you, and—

Shoyo.

He cums with a sound an angel might make: heady and heavenly and all, all yours. Fuck.

You’re cumming,

too.

“Shoyo!” You moan, face hidden in his shoulder. He steers you through another orgasm, sex incarnate, as he gasps and moans right along with you. Love, love, love…

“That’s it, that’s it, pretty girl~” He smooches below your ear. Slowly, you both come down.

Air leaves you both in a satisfied sigh. Shoyo pulls out of you, and scoops you up as he stands. You smile, eyes closed, as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter, and smooches your cheek before turning on the hot water.

“Hm, pretty girl? Didja like that?” He asks, cheeks all flushed with a sleepy smile. You nod, reaching out to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your fingers in his soft, orange hair. You kiss him, slowly.

“Mm, loved it,” you murmur against his soft lips. He circles his arms around your waist. His kisses are long and languid.

“Love you,” he whispers, voice cracking. His lips brush your cheeks, your jaw, your eyelids. He is murmuring sweet little praises into your skin. He smells like summer.

Like sunshine,

like summer.

****

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐞 - 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢

chapter one: oi with the poodles already.

notes: i'm only posting chapter one here on tumblr, if you would like to read the rest of the story/chapters you'll have to read it on my wattpad, ao3, or quotev. if anyone understands the reference we're instantly best friends, i don't make the rules. also, for lore, y/n is not orignally from japan. she was an exchange student in high school at inarizaki (that's how she met and befriended suna & the miyas) she ends up staying after graduation bcuz she loves it sm. :3 

warnings: mature language/swearing,

(if you would like to be tagged in my future hq x reader work, feel free to let me know and i'll tag you!)

─── °∘🍎∘° ───

"Oi with the poodles already." 

Suna slowly turned his gaze over towards the girl sitting across from him, glancing up from his phone to stare at her. "What?" 

She looks up from her ipad in confusion, "What?" 

"What the hell did you just say?" 

She hums in understanding, looking back down at her ipad. "Oi with the poodles already. It's a saying." 

Suna's eyebrows furrowed. "It is not a saying." 

"Yes, it is. I just said it, therefore it is a saying." 

He lets out an amused snort. "I swear this is why I don't spend time with you anymore." 

Y/n pouts, "Rude. I'll have you know I am excellent company." 

"I don't have the time or the energy to deal with your moronic behavior today." He teases, reaching for his drink and going to take a sip. He frowns when he realizes it's empty. He reaches for Y/n's drink and takes a sip of that instead. 

"Hey! You can't just insult me and then drink my drink!" 

Suna shrugs nonchalantly. "Suck it up, buttercup." 

Y/n scowls over at him but doesn't bother to grab her drink back as she returns her attention to the drawing on her ipad. She nibbles on the end of her apple pencil, eyebrows furrowed in thought. 

"Okay, pyscho." Sunarin huffs and Y/n glares up at him. "What'd I do this time?" 

"What kind of lunatic bites their apple pencil?" He sets her drink down and leans back in his seat. 

"It's a habit!" She slumps down, "Stop bullying me!" 

Suna tilts his head back and laughs. "It's not my fault you're deranged." 

Y/n purses her lips in a pout and sinks down further in her seat. "Meanie." 

Sunarin chuckles and shakes his head to himself. He turns his attention back onto his phone. 

───

friday, sep 18th. 

memers & schemers 🤡 😏

(suna rintarou, miya osamu, miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, hinata shoyo, kiyoomi sakusa, reed junia) 

3:47 pm

tsummie 

guys i'm bored, wya? 

rinnie 

i'm at sip & savor  w/ stinky. 

omiomi

who's stinky? 

bo 

@.samu ? 🤔

samu

rude !! 

rinnie 

nah lol 

y/n 

tsummie 

ohhh 

that makes sense

samu 

i'm telling her you said that 

bo 

who's y/n? 

samu 

a girl we know from hs 

bo 

do i smell romance?? 👁👃👁 

omiomi 

you've been hanging with junia too much.  tsummie 

that's his literal gf??? 

rinnie 

no romance lol we're just buds

juny

i've been summoned. 

👁👄👁

samu 

the SPEED in which she sent that is scary 

tsummie 

omi's in trouuuuuble 

omiomi

shut the fuck up tsumu. 

bo 

LMFAO

tsummie 

exuse me??? 

BRO YOU WANNA GO

juny 

tsumu omi would WHOOP your ass 

rinnie 

LMAO 

FACTS DUDE 

TSUMU STANDS NO CHANCE 

tsummie 

WHAT THE FUCK 

WHY AM I GETTING ATTACKED

WHERE IS THE FAITH

omiomi 

they speak the truth. 

hina

LOL 

WHATD I MISS?!?! 

tsummie 

HINATA TELL THEM I WOULD BEAT OMIS ASS 

hina

IN WHAT? 

tsummie 

JUST IN GENERAL 

MAN TO MAN

hina

... 

omiomi 

lmfao- 

even hinata knows the truth. 

tsummie 

HINATA YOU TRAITOR!!! 😡😡

hina

I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING

juny 

silence speaks louder than words. 

hina 

ID STILL CHEER YOU ON TSUMU

JUNIAA??!! 

GIMME A BREAK 😫😫😫

tsummie 

fuck you guys

ALSO NO ONE ELSE SAID WHERE THEY WERE WTFF

juny

i'm w/ bo. 

bo 

i'm w/ junia. 

samu 

the way they sent that at  the EXACT same time-- 

im dead

rinnie 

LMAOOO 

COUPLE GOALS 

juny

"couple goals" ... 

bro that's so gay- 

bo 

LMFAO

IM WHEEXING 

rinnie 

LET ME LIVE

BUT ALSO-

💅 

juny 

also @.tsummie bo and i  are at my place. 

and no you cannot come. 😃

tsummie 

YOURE SO MEAN 😭😭😭 

hina 

IM OMW HOME 

WHY IS THERE A PLAN TO HANG OUT?? 

juny 

kiss my ass. 

also no- tsumu's just a troll. 

tsummie 

WHATS WITH THE BULLYING 😭

i just wanted to know cuz i'm BORED

@.bo control your woman!!! 

samu 

i'm studying w/ omi. 

but we're almost done. 

bo 

LOL 

i'd much rather enjoy  the show

juny 

🥰😘

rinnie 

brb gagging 

juny 

🤡🔪

tsummie 

rin are you still out w/ y/n?

rinnie 

yeah, we're still at sip & savor.  we've just been chilling here the past half hour or so. 

we were studying but ofc  she gave up. 

tsummie 

ofc- 

can i come? 🥺👉👈

hina 

ME TOO 🥺👉👈

rinnie 

lmao ig 

i don't think y/n would mind 

samu 

tsumu can you bring me back something? 

tsummie 

no. 😋

you want something you're  gonna have to come. 

samu 

eat shit and die. 

i literally can't come i've got  work in fifteen

please 🥺

rinnie 

i can bring you back smth pooks

samu 

thank you pooks 

tsummie 

now i'm the one gagging 

hina 

LOL 

rinnie 

just text me what you  want and i'll get it for you

also atsumu stfu 

you literally cuddled with bo on monday i don't wanna hear it

tsummie 

THATS DIFFERENT

juny 

i'll fight you 🔫

rinnie 

LMFAOOO 

PLEASE DO

samu 

IM TEAM JUNY 

juny 

bruh i'd kick his ass 

tsummie 

UMMM?? 

I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT 

BUT ALSO SHARING IS CARING 

juny 

can't share with you  when you're six feet under ☺️

tsummie 

BRO RELAX 

samu 

i love how she teleports here the second she or bo is mentioned lmao 

rinnie 

top tier entertainment fr 

omiomi 

can i come too? 

tsummie 

HUH?? 

samu 

lol he literally spawns outta  nowhere 

juny

omi will do anything for his coffee 💕

(honestly same-)

bo 

bros obsessed 

omiomi 

to sip & savor, dumbass. 

rinnie 

IM CRYING 

tsummie 

well SORRY its not like we were in the middle of a convo or smth- 

rinnie 

yeah sure omi you can come too. 

omiomi 

cool. hinata can you come  pick me up on your way? 

tsummie 

WHY AM I BEING IGNORED 

omiomi 

maybe because no one  wants to talk to you. 

hina 

YEAH SURE OMI 

WHERE ARE YOU?? 

tsummie 

KIYO THATS SO MEAN 😭😭

STOP HATING ON ME 

omiomi

i'm at the library. 

and no. 

hina 

MKAY I'LL BE BY IN LIKE 10

ATSUMU YOU'RE COMING WITH US RIGHT?? 

tsummie 

well i was planning to 

hina 

KK I'LL PICK YOU UP FIRST

tsummie 

thanks 🍊! 

hina 

YOURE WELCOME 

rinnie 

wait is this the 1st time  hinata and kiyo are meeting y/n? 

omiomi 

i've never met her before. 

but i've heard you guys talk  about her. 

hina 

I MET HER VERY BRIEFLY 

SO KINDA 

juny 

hinata don't text and drive. 

hina 

SORRY SORRY 

tsummie 

LMAOOO 

SOMEONE GOT IN TROUBLE 

rinnie 

she really does just teleport- 💀

okay well ig you guys can meet her properly now! i'll ttyl- samu text me what you want!! 

samu

mkay! 

───

Rintarou looks up from his phone screen towards the girl sitting across from him. "The guys are stopping by in a bit. I hope that's okay." 

Y/n - who was still drawing on her ipad - hums softly. "Yeah. That's fine. Which guys?" 

"Hinata, Atsumu and Sakusa." 

She glances up from her ipad. Y/n had known Atsumu since high school and she had met Hinata briefly. But she has never met Sakusa before. She has heard about him and seen him at a distance. 

Meeting new people made her anxious, however, she was very curious. 

Plus, the dude was fine. 

[your-local-baguette]

Sorry this took kinda long

This turned into very quick made because i again accidentally deleted the original that looked like just relationship hc. im sorry if this wasn't what you were looking for

Suna rintarou

Curled up in tons of blanket, a four pm nap at his place, most definitely skipping pratice. but he usually grabs your waist when you get out of class dragging you to an empty classroom. You both would sit down and you sitting in between his legs snuggling into him, his arms around your hips and his head snuggling in your neck. You would either rest your head on his or pet his head while just snuggling into him. Once kita walked in you both in that exact position, you gave him a shush sign and he he nodded before walking out. He was nice enough to let you both like this and just walked back to the gym.

Kita Shinsuke

It would be in a comfortable silence, your usually sleeping using his shoulder as your pillow. He would be reading a book but actually just checking out your sleeping face,

To him its the most adorable thing ever, he looks like he is reading but he actually is just looking at you. He cant do anything else while your there just looking good, he'd drop his book and lay down while huggin you on his chest, just amazing.

When your not sleeping you'd be sitting on his lap while he just enjoy your presence, he adores your scent and usually just sniff your neck while your catching up with your family who's in [ county ]. He would sometime kiss your ear or temple, legit he leaves the most tender kisses ever.

Osamu miya

Chill guy you got there, this man actually simps more for you than his fangirls simps for him. He loves snuggling his face close to yours, him laying on you is more common than you laying on him. He would rest his head in the crook of your neck seeking warmth from it. You'd be massaging his back after a harsh pratice, when you would press on a tense area he'd arch his back snuggle in your shoulder, in reality Osamu is a big softie for you. His arms would go around your neck, he would sigh and smile against your skin.

Atsumu miya

Teasy and pervy but cuddling, yes absolutely. He would definitely lay on your cherries, he is shameless but he awfully good at cuddling. Apart from laying on your chest he would also lay on your ass while massaging your back. But he really like seeing you laying on his chest, sound asleep while he enjoying the feeling of him being spoiled by your sound asleep face.

Atsumu really like cuddles dates like you sitting next to him while laying on his shoulder, watching an anime or something. Its just a great relaxing method after practices.

If i do make one, the character will be a surprise!

[starglossie]

CHAPTER TWO IS NOW LIVE! 

[mentalitywasteland]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Yachi Hitoka/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yachi Hitoka & Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Yachi Hitoka, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Various Karasuno Character(s), Tsukishima Kei Additional Tags: Puppy Love, Actually Platonic Love, Fluff and Humor, Gay Awakening, Romance, Pining, Loser Leading the Loser, Self-Indulgent, YACHI MANAGER LORE RRAHHHH Summary:

Yamaguchi and Yachi think they like each other, but they actually don't 'like' each other that way.

[c1nnam00n]

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic

[c4toru]

your overworked bf makes it up for neglecting you ^o^

it was another one of those nights where he stayed up in the dark depths of the night, scribbling down different notes for himself to review the following day. he had been overwhelmed with the amount of preparation that needed to be done for his upcoming project at work.

you couldn’t remember the last time you even kissed properly, aside from the little pecks he gave you when he left for work or when he shushed you to sleep. you perk up as you hear him sigh loudly as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before closing his notebook and setting it to the side.

“you’re still up pretty girl?” he worriedly asks, turning his body over so he can spoon your plush body. he’s met with uncomfortably loud silence but a firm grind of your soft body being pushed against his. confusion is plastered across his face but before he is able to get a word out, you speak up, “i miss you.. i-i want you” you whisper. he is so incredibly dumbfounded but still decided to indulge you further.

“how d’ya want me..?”

your naughty advances are what led you here, your pajama shorts lost on the floor while your full leg is hiked up to allow his now hardened cock to push its way past your warmth. “biiiig stretch honey- ngh!” he mumbles, shoving his girthy cock deep inside of you, hefty balls sitting perfectly against your swollen clit.

“o..oh f-feels so good mmf!” you babble, your dainty hand gripping onto your plump thigh as he’s rubbing slow n agonizing circles on your puffy clit. he’s licking a long stripe up the side of your neck, earning a breathy gasp from your lips. “i’m all the way up in here- hah..d’ya feel it? hmm?” he teases, pressing a heavy hand to the fat of your stomach.

“y-yes! so deep nngh.. gimmie more!” you cry, attempting to bounce your hips back onto his, desperate for friction. he tucks his bottom lip between his teeth before fucking up into you harshly, your aging bed creaking like there’s no tomorrow. he’s bringing his hand up from your clit to fondle your tit, grasping onto it as his leaky tip pounds against your sopping cervix.

“gonna give it all to you, ‘kay? be a good girl and take it.. hah.” he grumbles, your tight cunt creaming all over his cock, globs spilling down to his balls. your plush body jiggles as he rocks his hips into yours, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, causing tears to prick the corner of your eyes.

“m’cumming! f-fuckk .. don’t stop!” you squeal, his hand moving back down to your clit to rub sloppy circles around your nub. your cunt is fluttering around his lengthy cock when you feel his warmth begin to spill inside you, hot cum filling your insides. your mind exploding in pure bliss as specks of white begin to coat your entrance.

“nngh! so fuckin filthy..” he whines, your head toppling backwards to give him a sweetened kiss. he’s gripping into yours hips, slowly stroking his sensitive cock into you before pulling out and letting his fluids seep out.

he hates making his sweet girl feel so neglected but god.. make up sex sure does feel good

a/n : thank you so much for 1k !! i got a lot of asks for overworked/exhausted drabbles of various diff characters so i decided to write a miscellaneous one to satisfy some of you :D | thank you for all the support <3 , likes & reblogs are appreciated!

[makkir0ll]

private chef! osamu x ceo!reader.

you hired him because you had little to no time to make healthy meals, living off of microwave ramen most of the time. incredibly unhealthy so you hired a private chef. you didn't see him often, only in the morning for a couple of minutes as you ate your breakfast and occasionally he would stand across the counter preparing your lunch.

you can't deny that he's cute, brown hair and big biceps that are constricted from his black compression shirt, the way his muscles are flexed every time he moves. his cooking skills are an added plus. you thank whatever angel is watching over you to give you such a hot man who can cook your meals. but obviously, you had to keep it professional but that doesn't stop you from ogling at him and he doesn't notice either so there’s no harm. (he has noticed.)

and he's not one to complain either. he particularly likes it when you come home late. hair in a messy bun, the first couple of buttons from your work shirt unbuttoned a little bit and at certain angles he can get a peek of the lacy black bra you decided to wear that day.

but his top favorite is when you come out of the shower on those late nights, dressed in your victoria secret silk pajama set, hair wet, and cheeks red from the heat of the shower. you smile softly at him as you take a bit of the dinner he cooked that night and he always falls to his knees weak at the sight of your smile rather than the usual scowl on your face due to the annoying people you have to deal with at work.

and when you fall asleep on the couch as he cleans up the dishes he freezes, he's never seen you so peaceful. would it be breaking boundaries to carry you to your bed? no he thinks, i mean you back would hurt if you slept here all night he justifies as he slowly picks you up and places you softly on your bed.

one day he will get to do that and sleep with you in his arms. but right now he had to plan out your breakfast for tommorow.

@cottonlemonade bc it’s infesting my brain

[bookskeepers]

it's simple, you think. after all, it has to be simple -- the way he controls his body, his movements, his form with so much precision. the way he vaults into the air, one arm up, tilting wherever the ball is. the way the smirk appears on his features when he spikes yet another one of the opponent's returns, the way he glances at where you're seated in the audience to make sure you witnessed his scoring.

your loving boyfriend, number 12 on the MSBY Jackals, makes volleyball look so easy. so easy, in fact, that you begin to think that maybe volleyball isn't that hard; that it's a sport anyone could be good at. even you!

it's this thought process that leads to your post-game activity: you and bokuto, squaring up against each other on opposite sides of a practice court, him holding the yellow-and-blue striped ball under one arm.

"i'll go easy on you," he promises, his voice carrying easily over the distance. you can still see the faint sheen of sweat from his game, and you wonder if perhaps this is unfair to him since he's probably tired out from his match.

your eyes follow his figure as he backs away until he's standing outside of the court lines. they follow as he tosses the ball up, backing up a few steps before running forward with a majestic leap and hitting it with what you think is all the power in his body.

it moves so fast you barely have time to lift your hands in front of your face, to protect your nose from the impact. the ball slams against your palms, leaving them red and stinging as it falls to the ground. you faintly hear bokuto's "oh no!" in the background accompanied by the patter of feet as he runs over to you.

"are you okay?!" he asks, panic evident in his tone as he takes your hands in his, inspecting your facial features for any sign of damage.

your face is fine, luckily saved by your instinct of covering it with your hands. the same can't be said for your faithful shields, though -- they're bright red, and even bokuto's gentle caress makes you wince.

"i accidentally did not go easy on you," bokuto confesses in a whisper. "i put 100% instead of, like, 25%! oh no, oh no, what if your hands are broken? what if you never want to play volleyball again?"

"ko," you manage to say between his constant concerned babble. "i'll be fine, i'll ice them at home."

he seems to calm slightly at this, before looking at you with tear-filled eyes. "but will you still want to try to play volleyball again? it made me so happy when you asked, because i really love volleyball and playing with you is a really fun concept, because i love you, and i love sharing the things i love with the people i love and--"

you silence his chatter with a soft kiss. "of course we can try playing volleyball again. i've got the best mentor in the world for it, right?"

bokuto's cheeks are dusted with a light pink as a smile breaks out on his features, replacing his previous look of worry and concern. "right!"

[mylahrins]

smile for the camera

10. accent?

fun facts!

➤ y/n definitely has a soft spot for shoyo. she'll say yes to what he says 90% of the time ➤ sooo the "hyogo accent" is actually referring to the kansai dialect, which is supposedly meant to be the equivalent to the american country accent. LMAO } ➤ y/n spoke with the "hyogo accent" for most of her life, but learnt how to switch between a tokyo/standard accent due to spending most of her summers there. ➤ she's gotten so used to talking with a standard accent that her natural accent rarely slips when speaking. ➤ the only people who have heard her natural accent (besides the hyogo boys) would have to be akaashi since they're roommates. ➤ bokuto hasn't heard the accent because y/n and him simply don't hang out enough! surprisingly, bokuto's probably the busiest guy in their apartment. due to bokuto's busy schedule, y/n and him haven't had enough time to bond outside of home. ➤ sakusa has made a personal note to never ever touch suna's phone

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[sleepyxxhead]

༉‧₊˚. 09/27/23!!

SYNOPSIS: it’s tsukishima’s birthday!

WORD COUNT: 0.3k

CONTENT: no warnings!

GENRES: fluff

CHARACTERS: tsukishima kei x gn!reader

NOTES: yayyy my fav dino lover :) he’s 27 today! here’s a small drabble for his bday!!

Tsukishima woke up to the sweet scent of strawberries tickling his nose.

As well as an unfamiliar feeling. His side of the bed sunk just a little bit more than usual; he was just a little bit colder. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, trying to sort through sleepy thoughts in order to figure out what was wrong.

As he opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them, he realized that you weren’t in your usual spot tucked in his arms.

He slowly came to sit up, reaching for his glasses on the bedside table. “Y/N?” he rasped.

Tsukishima heard a small rustle. A few moments later, you stuck your head through the doorframe. “Kei! You’re awake!” You strode to his side of the bed, cupping your hands around his cheeks. “Happy birthday!”

You leaned down to kiss him, rubbing his cheek with your finger. “I made you some cake!” you grinned, grabbing his hand.

After leading him to the kitchen, Tsukishima found the room adorned with dinosaur-themed decor. On the kitchen table, there was a small cake with white frosting and a pink border lined with strawberries. As he stepped closer, he could make out a small T-rex frosted on top with a pink party hat as well as neat, pink letters that read “Happy Birthday Kei! 27!”

“Ta-da! Strawberry shortcake, your favorite!” you beamed.

He looked at you, eyes softening. “Thank you, Love.”

You only smiled in response before grabbing a kitchen knife to cut the cake. “Would you do the honors?” 

Tsukishima took the knife in his hands, wrapping his long, slender fingers around the handle. He cut the cake into 6 slices, plating 2 of them to eat for breakfast. As the two of you sat down at the table, you told him about the lunch plans you had made with his old volleyball teammates. He only nodded in response, mouth stuffed full of the sweet cake you had made for him.

NOTES: fdksajf;ldks I ALWAYS DO BDAYS SO LATE AND I’M ALWAYS MISSING BDAYS I HONESTLY JUST HAVE TO SET REMINDERS AND SHIT

ANYWAYS IT’S NOT TSUKKI’S BIRTHDAY IN JAPAN ANYMORE FDSJKA literally crying

have a nice day cutie <33

dividers: @cafekitsune

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[st4ringlow]

miya osamu x reader drabble

osamu hates it when someone else is in the kitchen with him.

he personally thinks its a hassle and slows down the work when there are more than one person in the kitchen. whenever someone offers help, he immediately declines, insisting that he can do it on his own. one time he got super grumpy because atsumu is too stubborn to leave him alone in the kitchen and fucking up the chopped vegetables. thats why he prefers to cook alone.

you, however, he doesnt mind. not that he lets you help him though, but he needs to feel your presence in the kitchen, " 's moral support," he said. he lets you yap while hes cooking, and will give comments and reactions to your conversation. 'oh d'you know about that old lady two houses across?' , 'i think im actually good at cooking, 'm just lazy,' , 'can we go to the ramen diner some time? heard it was good,' , ''m getting fat if you keep feeding me with your cookings,' . you may be quite the conversationalist, but osamu enjoys listening to you.

miya osamu may not enjoy others in his kitchen space, but for you, he would make an exception. even if you poorly chop the ingredients or botch the sautéing by overheating, he'll let it slide.

[reocidal]

help! we're getting married!? — k. tsukishima

cws; gn!reader, swearing, kissing, sleeping in one bed NO SUS possible ooc and not proofread.

wc; 1227

"do you want to get married?"

you blink, thinking you may have misheard.

"do you want to get married?" he repeats. "to me."

what. you stare at the plate in your hands, dumbfounded. in no way are you prepared for this — today's just a normal saturday night. you're bent over the dishwasher, in your PJs and your old frayed slides. your sweaty hair sticks to your damp forehead, and your hands are covered in grease and soap.

tsukishima is at the table, doing taxes. he's not dressed for any particular occasion, in a loose white button-up and dark coloured slacks. neither of you are in any position for a proposal; his lunch is still half-eaten on the table, and you're both tired and sweaty, and neither of you are dressed well enough for this. but most importantly, you arent even dating!

he pushes his glasses up with a finger, staring at you with his usual lack of emotion. "do you have any hearing problems i haven't heard about?"

"no? are you joking?"

'do i look like i'm joking?" he retorts.

"no, but—"

"there you go, got your answer, didn't you?"

"we arent even dating!" you protest

"yeah?" he says, leaning back and stretching his arms out. "we don't need to."

"fuck's that supposed to mean?" you demand. you're washing your hands now, back turned to him. even though his steps were light, unheard over the sound of splashing water, you still noticed his shadow looming over you. you turn around, exasperated. "what?"

"just give it some thought," he says, and he sounds normal, but there's a weird tension in the air. you know he's aware of it, though, because he pushes his glasses up even though they don't need to be, and runs his hands through his hair, rolling his shoulders back.

it's half past one in the morning, and you stare blankly at the television, feet on kei's lap. he's on the other side of the couch, scrolling on his phone with one hand. the other hand rests on your ankle, thumb brushing the skin gently every now and then. the question hangs heavy in the air between the two of you, until—

"yes," you blurt.

"hmm?" he looks up, putting his phone down. "what was that?"

"yes, i'll marry you." it's stupid, you're stupid to be saying yes to something as life-changing as this, just because of a stupid years-long crush-infatuation thing that you've harboured for him until now.

he nods, businesslike, and you swear you can see the slightest trace of a smile on his lips. "okay."

"why, though?" you ask. "is it like a marriage of convenience? i mean, it's not like you're into me or anything, are you?"

he rips his eyes away from yours abruptly, looking away. but the blush that spreads across his face like wildfire gives you the answer you needed — although it's definitely not what you'd expected. and suddenly you realise that kei tsukishima doesn't remember his other friends' coffee orders or let them put their feet on his lap. he doesn't pin their contacts to the top of the list, doesn't carry them to bed, doesn't pack lunch for them like he does for you. he isn't the kind of guy to show physical affection to anyone — yet you still recall the gentle, loving brush of his knuckles against your cheekbone just a few nights ago, when he'd settled you into your bed. speaking of beds, he doesn't let his other friends sleep in his bed, and he definitely doesn't hold them either, the way he holds you. a small spark of hope rises within you; with it, the flame of attraction and want that you've religiously kept suppressed all these years comes back to life.

"wait, do you?" your voice is half-serious, half-teasing as you yank your legs away from his lap, getting up to advance upon him on your knees instead. except, just before you reach him, you stumble and fall.

kei catches you smoothly, transferring you onto his lap with an effortless grace that is befitting of a 6'5" middle blocker. meanwhile, your hands shoot out to clutch at his shoulders.

"careful," he murmurs, steadying you, hands on your hips. his face — as usual — betrays no emotion, but his leg bounces up and down anxiously beneath you, and his thumb works feverish circles into your hipbone. "you'll hurt yourself."

although grateful for his concern, you acknowledge it with barely a nod, focused on the question you'd asked before. "do you?"

his lips press into a thin line, brows furrowing ever so slightly. "and if i do? what then, will you hate me?"

you laugh, a sound filled with euphoria, joy. "of course not, silly!"

realisation dawns upon his face. "then do you...?"

you nod as he trails off. he doesn't have to finish what he's saying got you to understand; the two of you have always been good at this mutual-understanding-nonverbal-communication thing, after all. he readjusts you on his lap, and you daringly let your hands fall off his shoulders in favour of fisting the material of his shirt instead. "what do you propose we do?"

"i think i have an idea," he replies easily, cradling your face with one large hand. the tips of his fingers thread into your hair, and he angles your head upwards. you can see the lightest smattering of pink dusting his cheeks, and he swallows harshly as your eyes meet his. "that is, if you'll let me."

"yeah?" you ask.

"yeah," he replies hoarsely.

you're not sure who initiates, but a second later, you're kissing him fervently — you're kissing kei tsukishima, and he's reciprocating, too. you can smell the mint from the toothpaste he's used for about ten years now — it's oddly nostalgic compared to the unfamiliar territory you're currently treading with him. he lets you take the lead, leaning back lazily, and only pauses to push his fogged up glasses to his forehead. when you pull away, he's grinning down at you lazily.

"yeah," he repeats.

you swat at his chest, flushing, and he catches your wrists, pulling you in so you collapse into his arms, and holy fuck, the two of you fit together perfectly. "so is that a yes?"

"yeah—" you cut yourself off with a huge yawn, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. there's a different kind of affection in his eyes now as he takes in the vision of you melted into him, and he takes a moment to immortalise it in his brain. "sleepy?"

you nod, eyelids heavy, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. "thank you. go to sleep, i'll take you to bed."

"whose bed?" you snicker. "yours?"

it all backfires when you wake up much later than intended, kei still wrapped around you. all you'd wanted to do was make fun of him — but now he says he can't sleep without you ever again.

"let me go!"

"it's your fuckin' fault, go back to sleep."

BONUS BECAUSE ILYGS

"so what you mean to say is, you were secretly dating?" asks yamaguchi.

"no, the fuck?"

"but you were dating, right?"

"no, we weren't."

"how does that even work?"

"don't know, don't care. we're married and that's all that matters."

maybe he's hallucinating when he sees tsukishima on the phone, a huge, dopey smile on his face as he talks.

fuckin hate my english teacher she dont know what english is so i wrote this in my english class and answered all her questions too without paying attention cuz im cool like that. also i have a general taglist now so send an ask if you want in

also tysm @mitskicain s parents for the inspiration ☝️😎

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