#hq senario

[ssvgawara]

↬Miya Atsumu x reader; Miya Osamu x reader

↬ In which Atsumu has developed feelings for the reader and after accepting to go on a date he takes her to his brother’s shop: Onigiri Miya. But what happens when after their date you text Atsumu asking for Osamu’s number?

↬Warnings: probably cursing, time skip spoilers, fluff, angst

wc: 1k

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a/n: Chapter 2!!! I seem to have an affinity for posting this series at 1am but thats just how it is I suppose. sorry that at this point I’m just hurt atsumu I promise it gets better eventually. But I hope y’all enjoy this chapter!! love you all xoxo

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Atsumu stared at his phone in disbelief. The ache in his heart compared to no pain he had felt. He could even accept just being friends if that’s what you wanted. He just wanted to see you happy and he would do just about anything to see you smile. Keyword: Just. Sitting there staring at the text you had just sent the blonde began to think about the day he had met you.

It had been like any other day for Atsumu. But for you, it was a big day. You had scored your dream job interview and were getting a celebratory coffee before heading to said interview. Both of you in a rush and neither of you paying attention you managed to run straight into each other. Resulting in your crisp white button-up being stained in scalding hot coffee that smelled faintly of vanilla. A shocked gasp left your lips and you furrowed your brows in frustration.

How were you supposed to make it to your interview covered in coffee? You looked up to the person who had run straight into you ready to give them a piece of your mind but before you could say anything they were already apologizing.

“I am so sorry for runnin’ into ya like that, I guess I should’ve been payin’ more attention” He looked sheepish and like he did genuinely feel bad so you let out a soft sigh deciding against going batshit on this guy for ruining your shirt right before your big interview. 

“It’s alright I suppose, but now I’m covered in coffee and I had the biggest interview opportunity ever” You groan looking back down at your shirt thinking maybe you could salvage it and make it work.

“Hey, no worries I’ve got a button-up on you can just use it plus it makes up for me spillin’ my coffee all over ya” You look up and the stranger who had bumped into was in fact in a white button-up. You envy him for somehow not getting a single spot on the clean white shirt. The worst part of this situation is he is taking his shirt off in the middle of this cafe to hand it to you.

“You could’ve at least waited a minute to start stripping.”

“Awe babe ya wanna see me strip?”

“Absolutely not I just think we would be doing the entire shop a service if no one had to see you shirtless.” You deadpanned while Atsumu stared back at you in shock he normally had people swooning to see him without a shirt and you had just shut him down completely. He definitely took a blow to his ego but brushed it off with a smirk.

“That’s fine babe then why don’t ya give me yer shirt when you change,” The smirk he was wearing just grew larger and you let out a long sigh.

“Sure but don’t complain when it’s damp and smells like stale coffee for the rest of the day. And stop calling me babe.” You frowned taking his shirt and speeding off towards the little cafe bathroom to change speedily. You double-check your hair and face making sure there are no imperfections. You check the time again and sigh if you were quick enough you would still make it to the interview with a little time to spare.

Running out of the bathroom you find the man you ran into again, still shirtless. You groaned. He looked ridiculous. So walking up to him you toss the coffee-stained shirt to him and he catches it with ease. He quickly thanks you and slips the ruined shirt over his shoulders. Which looks ridiculous. It doesn’t fit him right and he definitely looks uncomfortable as the shirt sticks to him and leaves his skin feeling sticky.

“Look thanks again for the shirt but I have got to run so I can make it to my interview,” You say checking the time on your phone once again, “But I can give you my number so you can get your shirt back?” You look up to the blonde expectantly waiting for him to pull out his phone so you can give him your number. He hands you his phone and you quickly input your number before handing it back.

“Thanks again for the shirt, I’ll catch you around,” You say waving goodbye to Atsumu before rushing off. 

Sure when you arrived at the interview you were somewhat out of breath and slightly red in the face but what really mattered was that you made it on time and that it went well. You were extremely relieved that it was over and you finally decided to check your phone. A couple of messages from an unknown number popping up.

Of course, you agreed to meet up to get your shirt and as promised he didn’t spill it on you. From that moment the two of you became great friends spending most of your free time together. It was nice to have someone around and the two of you just worked well together. That’s what made it perfect.

Atsumu continued to stare at the final text you had sent. It had hurt. A lot. And it probably wouldn’t stop hurting. But he knew one thing was for sure he wanted to see you happy. So sitting there alone in his room after believing the date could go somewhere he sent you his brother’s number. And that hurt even more especially thinking about all the times you’ve had together. He felt foolish thinking you had feelings for him as anything more than a friend.

After the final texts between the two of you are sent Atsumu tosses his phone away from him. He was done responding and he was hurt. He knew lying and saying things were fine was going to put a strain on your friendship but he couldn’t just tell you he wanted to be the one with you. So he would sit back and watch you be happy with someone else.

You knew something was up with Atsumu as soon as he sent his final text. But you weren’t going to push it. You knew he was upset you had just turned down his feelings and asked for his brother’s number in one go. So instead of bothering him you opened a new message and began to type out a new message.

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[iwadori]

read part one here read part three here part four here(not really essential since this could technically be read as a stand alone, but for more context and feels read pt 1)

the first time you saw kuroo after the break up, it was during your summer break of college. the two of you had both decided to return home to the city, and he’d decided to pay you a visit.

“why are you here?” you asked, startled at the sight of kuroo tetsurou sitting in your childhood bedroom at 2am.

“the door was unlocked,” 

“I didn’t ask how, I asked why,” you continued, “why are you here?”

he knew it wasn’t a wise choice to come to your house at this time, but after hearing through his mother that you were back in the city, he knew he had to see you. kuroo understood from when you broke up, there’d be no chance you’d be willing to see him, but with a little liquid courage, he made his way over to your house.

he was nervous, he could tell by the way you were staring at him that you weren’t remotely pleased at seeing him. he remembered when you showed up at his college dorm, it was an abrupt meeting — one that ultimately was the demise of your relationship. but as it had been 7 months since your break up, kuroo had hoped that you would at least be open to seeing him.

“what do you want kuroo?” you asked annoyed, making kuroo slightly cringe at the use of his last name. It sounded so foreign coming from your lips.

“I want...I want to see you,” he said, tripping over his words. and you could tell, - just like last time, he was drunk—  maybe not as much as before, but enough to make you roll your eyes, not wanting to see anymore of him.

“you are seeing me,” you sighed, folding your arms. “can you go now?”

“about the break up-”

“can you just leave kuroo, I don’t want to see you,” you tried to usher kuroo out of your bedroom, but of course, you were no match for his brute strength, and with his desperation in wanting to see you, there was no budging kuroo.

“just let me talk to you y/n, please for a second?” he says standing close to you, and the familiar comfort that being close to kuroo brought washed over you, you missed that feeling, but when you looked at him and saw the regretful look in his eyes you just felt hurt remembering why he felt regretful in the first place.

“no, god just leave,” you say, giving him a firm push to the chest that actually forced him to stumble back a few steps, “just leave and go back to college with the brand new life you made for yourself, the one without me in it.”

“but i-”

“go kuroo,” you yell, not wanting to see his face any longer. and kuroo could see how much you didn’t want him in your presence, so he hung his head low and walked out of your bedroom before stopping at the threshold of your door.

“I’m transferring to your college,” kuroo said, his back turned to you, “that’s what I wanted to tell you,” and he finally listened to your wishes and left, not giving you a chance to respond to the news he just shared.

A/N: I heavily really really like this work, like actually like it, this is a drabble series titled “falling in love for the second time,” so yes this story will continue. Please let me know what you think I hope you enjoy!

Reblogs are very appreciated

[1purpleboi1]

seijoh with a beautiful manager?

Seijoh with a BEAUTIFUL manager

feeding my aoba johsai brainrot are we?

to be honest… i think it would be terrifying

i mean FIRST OFF you have oikawa trailing you like a lost puppy at practices, having you listen to the horrible pickup lines he found on google.

he would keep doing this until iwa got fed up or until mattsun and makki got fed up OR until maddog got fed up

the last one is the worst. by far. then the whole team is in a sour mood because maddog literally keeps hitting the ball to the back wall imagining it’s his upperclassman’s face

on the bright side, the boys would be your personal secret service

need help with shagging balls? the first years help out, even kunimi putting a little pep in his step

some of oikawas fangirls harassing you? they wouldn’t dare bother you after seeing iwaizumi, mattsukawa, and hanamaki giving them glares that sent them sprinting away

don’t want to walk home at night alone? don’t worry, one of the boys will always walk you home… they don’t tell you they have a calendar in the locker room with weekly shifts

the whole team would treat you to dinner every week as a thank you for your services… they also don’t tell you there’s a running competition going in the team to see who’s restaurant pick you like best

if you walk into the gym with even the smallest frown on your face, it’s the team’s mission to cheer you up with compliments from iwaizumi and oikawa, jokes from mattsun and makki, and i would say piggy back rides from kindaichi. he seems like a piggyback person.

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[jjiuu]

springtime of youth / kozume kenma

two unlikely students get paired together for a documentary 一 but love will find you, no matter where you are. (aka an our beloved summer au)

"why me?" you ask slowly. there were much better things you could be doing than starring in some show.

"we're pairing up two students 一 the top and worst student, to film a documentary." the cameraman looked at the both of you, "it'll be about your day to day lives, so just ignore the cameras around you!"

"just a month.. right?" the 'worst' student mumbles.

"yep! we'll be gone in no time so just act how you would without cameras around,"

hesitation fills your veins, this'll change your entire school life! you want to decline but the cameraman suddenly cuts you off,

"great! we start tomorrow."

spring 一 your favorite season of the year, has just been ruined. the moment you walked through the shiny gates of nekoma, cameras were shoved into your tired face and everyone's eyes were on you. what a wonderful way to start the day.

classes have always been your favorite part of the school day, you had a nice seat partner and you were a quick learner that understood the material. that perfect little life however, was suddenly flipped upside down when kenma kozume, the student you're paired up with suddenly transferred into your class, clearly looking out of place. and even worse, he had to sit next to you 一 all for the sake of that stupid documentary.

at first, you had tried to make the best out of your miserable situation, offering to help him study so he wouldn't absolutely fail the test coming up next week, but he turned to look out the window and ignored you. after that, you decided you would definitely not enjoy filming this documentary.

throughout the week, you've noticed some of his habits, his love for video games and his dislike for you, and in an attempt to get to know him more and change his opinion about you, you woke him from his nap during your nightly self study classes at school, and oh how you wish you didn't. you didn't think it was possible for him to hate you anymore than he already did, but he did. the moment his eyes opened and slowly focused on you, you could tell he was mad.

after that incident, you've resorted to only speaking to him when you needed to, (which was all the time because the camera guys needed content) and found that your life was not as peaceful as you hoped it would be.

"so, what do you think of kenma after getting to know him?" the cameraman smiles, "did you enjoy your first week together?"

"no." sighing quietly, "i hate him, he's the worst!" he stares at you and rolls his eyes.

"you're so dramatic, i haven't done anything to you."

"being partnered up with you is enough for me to hate you!"

"see what i have to deal with?" he stares straight at the camera and scowls.

on a sunny spring day, just like the day you two met, you were forced to stay after school to clean the classroom. with no cameras around, the two of you guys cleaned the classroom in complete silence.

and unaware to you, your hatred would fade away to something else. because on a day just like this one, he realized just how much he didn't hate you 一 in fact, he liked you quite a bit.

kenma coughs. once. twice. three times before you pull out one of your earbuds and tell him to go home if he was sick.

"i can finish this on my own, go home and get some rest." and you're about to put your earbuds in again when his mop crashes softly into yours for the second time.

"y/n."

"kenma."

"why do you hate me?" he mumbles quietly.

"i don't," you respond, hoping that would be the end of your conversation but he rams his mop into yours again.

"you do, and i want to know why."

"i don't hate you, i don't feel anything towards you." and his frown deepens after hearing this.

"i'm going home." he murmured. and that was the last conversation you two had 一 he refused to talk to you and made the cameraman relay his messages.

"alright! todays your last day together, do you have anything you'd like to say?"

"y/n."

"kenma"

the memories of that spring day come flooding in your mind, and you ask him the same question he asked you.

"why do you hate me?" his eyes stare into yours, and if the cameraman wasn't standing right there, this would feel like a scene straight out of a romance novel.

"i don't."

"uh, well then let's wrap it up!" the cameraman chuckled nervously.

"kenma, wait!" you ran after him, shouting his name. "i just wanted to say," breathing hard from chasing after him, "that i liked this."

"and what is 'this?'"

"spending time together. you're nice to be around." you declared, proud you got it over with.

and with his sudden burst of confidence, he blurts out,

"if i'm so nice to be around, go out with me."

you're staring. he's staring.

"wait, i didn't一"

"okay." and with a soft smile on your face, you hook your arm with his and drag him along.

a/n why is this so long

[akaashioppa]

Come To An End

pairings: Akaashi x reader

summary: The reader has an encounter with Tersuhima who continues to harass her while Akaashi is on the court.

warnings: harassment, a hint of angst

w/c: 1720

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Fukurodani always had the best games, people loved to see the iconic Katoru Bokuto play, he was quite the catch. Unlike other people, you didn’t come to see the outrageous Bokuto play, you came to see your quiet, calm, and composed boyfriend, Akaashi Keiji. You both had been dating for over a year now, you both hit it off when the teacher paired you both for a reading assignment. The rest was history.

“Hey, I’m going to get some candy. Would you like something from the concession stand?” You asked your friend, she shook her head no. The bag of uneaten popcorn that she brought was still sitting on her lap. 

The game was slowly coming to an end. Fukurodani had won the first set and now they were slowly winning the second set. One more hit and they’d win, so far Bokuto hasn’t gone emo so that’s a good thing. The boys were really working hard out there.

“Hi cutie, what’s your name?” A man asked, his voice sounded so familiar, it was like you heard it a thousand times already. Turning around you were met with a big blob of yellow, it was none other than Terushima Yuji. Just looking at him made you uncomfortable, the catcalling and sudden obsession with you didn’t make it any better. This wasn’t the first time he harassed you, in all honestly you could count it on all ten of your fingers. Countless times you’d tell him that you had a boyfriend but he wouldn’t listen, but he kept pursuing you.

You quickly paid the woman for the bag of Skittles, he stood there hovering over you waiting for you to acknowledge his presence. He followed you foot by foot, calling you all types of names, sweetheart, cutie, babe, baby, sweetcheeks, beautiful, pretty girl, and princess. Your face burned with embarrassment, he wouldn’t stop. Terushima was causing all types of stares from people, they’d point and laugh because he was so damn loud.

“Come on beautiful, I just want to talk.” He reached out grabbing your arm, you stumbled a bit crashing into his solid chest. 

“You idiot!” You pushed yourself off of him, throwing your bag of skittles directly in his face. “Stop touching me!” He held his hands up in a defensive way, you didn’t bother to confront him again. You wanted to shrink or maybe even run. All the attention was on the both of you, before he could cause another scene you stormed off.

You felt so many emotions, at first, you were scared by the way he was hovering over you. Then disgusted by the way he was catcalling you now, but when he violated your personal bubble you felt rage. The feeling slowly consumed you, how dare he put his hands on me without my consent!?

When walking back to the gym Fukurodani was celebrating, the crowd was going wild chanting Akaashi’s name. Apparently, he dumped the ball over the net allowing them to win the game. You sat down beside your friend, your leg was bouncy from the amount of adrenaline you were facing. Akaashi looked up in the crowd smiling at you, he waved gently. Forcefully you did the same thing, you weren’t happy. Tersushima ruined your entire day, you couldn’t celebrate your boyfriend winning because you were so irritable with the situation. He even got the game-winning volleyball and you couldn’t be happy with that. 

When walking out of the gym you were looking over your shoulder, it was out of habit. It was so uncomfortable for you to walk out in the open, he could be anywhere. All you wanted to do was find Akaashi and go home.

“Hey, baby.” Slender arms snaked around your body from behind. You jumped away thinking it was him again, but it wasn’t it was your boyfriend. Akaashi looked astonished, tilted his head, an eyebrow raised from curiosity. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.” You answered quickly, you gave him a quick hug. He tried to hold you there longer but you pride yourself out of his grip.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No, I’m just not feeling good.” You said quickly,  “Can we go home?”

“Um, Bokuto-san wanted to watch ​​Johzenji High play, they’re playing Nekoma.” He looked back at the entrance of the gym. You followed his gaze, you instantly made eye contact with Terushima, he licked his lips at you making sure you could see his pierced tongue. Frightened from him you coward behind Akaashi, his broad shoulders hid you away from him.

Keiji looked over his shoulder at you. His brows were furrowed, clearly, he was getting agitated with your behavior. “(Y/N), what’s your problem?”

You pointed at Terushima, he wasn’t looking at you anymore but he was now shirtless. 

“Him.” Your voice cracked, you wiped a stray tear that fell down your cheek. You were scared of him, you couldn’t even walk out of the gym without looking over your back. Never in a million years has a man made you feel that uncomfortable in your entire life. It was like you were living in his world and he had the controller. 

Akaashi turned back around, he pulled you into his embrace cradling you away from him. He pulled you into an empty locker room so you both could talk privately. “What did he do to you?” He held your cheeks in between his hands.

“He keeps harassing me, the catcalling makes me feel uncomfortable.” You explained, a loud sob escaped your lips. Naturally, your hands found their way to your lips to stop you from crying. You couldn’t tell him the rest without breaking down crying. Akaashi held you tighter, your tears soaked his warm-up jacket.

“Did he touch you?” His voice was soft and sincere, he didn’t seem mad or upset by the fact. You nodded your head against his shoulder, you heard him suck in a deep breath, his body stiffened against yours.

“Are you mad at me for not telling you?” You mumbled against his shoulder, he shook his head no. Keiji was always comforting, he would always make sure that you were okay before approaching any situation that dealt with you.

He pushed you away, cupping your cheeks, wiping away your tears, “No I’m not mad I’m more irritated that you didn’t tell me that he was bothering you. If I had known this I would have stopped him before.”

Just looking at him made your eyes fill with tears. He was so kind and gentle towards you to the point where it started to make you emotional. “You’re not the confrontational type, I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry” Keiji was not the conformational type, everyone knows that. It was so hard to open up to him about that.

Yoru boyfriend placed a chase kiss on your trembling lips.“You allow me to say if I’m confrontational or not. Communication is key (Y/N), you can’t keep hiding these things from me.” 

Both of your foreheads were pressed against one another, sighing out you mustered up the courage to apologize. “I know and I’m sorry. I was just scared.”

“Understandable.” He mumbled against your lips, you pushed yourself up on your feet helping your lips connect. Akaashi grabbed your waist pulling you in closer, you both sat there hugging one another.

“Come on, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’re going to confront him.”

Akaashi walked out of the double doors with your hand in his. You tried to drag your feet so he wouldn’t actually go, but Akaashi was taller and stronger than you so he just dragged you along with him. Tersuhsima was standing in the corner with his teammates, he was still shirtless with his cocky attitude. There were hundreds of people in the gym but the only thing you could hear was your heart in your ears. The glands in your hands began to produce sweat, the jeans you were wearing weren’t making a good towel for your swelling hands.

Keiji on the other hand didn’t catch the memo, he was determined to speak to him. He walked with pride towards the crowd of boys, he would calmly excuse himself each time he bumped into someone. The closer you two got to him the more you crouched down behind your tall boyfriend. 

“Hey, are you Tersushima?” He asked, the blonde hair boy known as Terushima turned around to face your boyfriend. You were hiding behind his back, but your eyes were still on Tersuhima.

“Yes, that would be me.”

“I’m Akaashi, her boyfriend.” He yanked you by your hand so you weren’t behind him anymore. You stood smiling stupidly at both of them. “My girl here has been telling me that you’ve been bothering her even though she’s told you countless times that she has a boyfriend, yet you keep pursuing her.” Keiji made sure to emphasize the fact that you were his girl, it made your whole chest warm. If it weren’t for the fact that you were so nervous you would have melted on the spot.

“Sorry dude I didn’t know your girl was actually telling the truth, it won’t happen again.”

“Even if she were lying, it still does not give you a reason to harass anyone. You should take that as a hint to leave them alone.”

“Okay,” Terushima held up his hands, the cockiest smirk appeared on his face. “I get it dude you don’t have to keep going on and on about it.”

Keji didn’t say anything else, he walked away with you in tow right behind him. He was right, he wasn’t the confrontational type so, of course, he wouldn’t go word for word with him.

“Come on let’s go home, tell me if he ever does that to you again.” You looked up to Keiji slowly nodding your head. The conversation went more smoothly than you expected, your boyfriend wasn’t the explosive type but in all honesty, Terushima looked as if he was that type.

“I’m sorry for not telling you.”

His hand was intertwined with yours, you could feel the small pressure he applied as he guided you both out of the gym. “Don’t worry, we’ll just continue to work on our conversational skills. It’ll help us in the long run.”

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[bokuroskitten]

Business Trip.

➟Summary: Kuroo is away for business for the weekend, but decides to get a taste of his partners through FaceTime. ➟Genre: NSFW 18+ ➟warnings: Poly relationship, Dom/Sub dynamics (Daddy title used), webcam sex, fingering (female receiving), handjobs, begging, kenma slaps your thigh once  ➟Character(s): Kuroo Tetsuro x Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader ➟Word Count: 3k

It had been a long day for Kuroo, business trips were never his favourite. Especially the ones where the company was too cheap to accommodate for his significant others as well.

The pouty little face you had given him as he dragged his suitcase out the door still made him laugh. But it did suck, being away from the two of you for the weekend. He let out a gentle sigh as his fingers tugged on his tie, loosening the constricting fabric as his eyes darted over room numbers to find which belonged to him. It didn’t take long for him to find it, easily slipping the white card through the reader and letting himself in.

“Welcome home.” He mumbled to the empty suit, kicking off his shoes and dropping his suitcase by the door. He was too tired to do any unpacking right now, plus the beer cooler was calling his name. After he had a bottle, took a small swig his phone buzzed in his pocket. Easily slipping it from his slacks he scanned the message, amber eyes lighting up a bit when he saw your name.

“You settled in yet? Wanna FT when you do?”

He couldn’t hold back the giddy laugh that bubbled from his throat. He knew you and Kenma would miss him this weekend just as much as he missed the two of you, but seeing the text still managed to send butterflies straight into his chest. So, without a second thought he pulled his laptop from its brief case and set it up on the desk in the corner of the suit. After a quick plug in and a few adjustments he settled into the leather chair, taking another swig of beer as he found the FaceTime icon.

Kenma’s contact was the first one on there.

It rang three times before Kenma’s face popped up on the screen, controller in hand and gaming headset on. Kuroo had assumed he was gaming. With a large grin he waved, earning an eye roll from Kenma.

“Kitten C’mere, Tetsuro’s on.” Kenma called out to you, and Kuroo had to laugh at the shuffling from the other end of the screen, watching your face pop before the webcam with a large smile.

“Hi lovey!! How was the first day?” You spoke, smile staying wide on your face as Kenma pulled you into his lap, his eyes glancing between Kuroo and what he assumed to be the game he was playing previously. Kuroo let out a happy sigh, leaning back into his chair a bit. “Hey kitty... it was okay. Business as usual. I miss you too already.”

“We miss you too Tetsu.” He could hear the pout in your voice as your lower lip pushed out, giving Kenma a little nudge to follow your lead. The faux blonde grunted softly, eyeing you. “It hasn’t even been a full day yet; I don’t miss him— “

“Wow Kenma Cat, affectionate as always~” Kuroo chuckled against the lip of his beer, eyes taking in his significant others. He assumed you were going to bed soon, considering you were wearing one of his old volleyball t-shirts and pyjama shorts. Even Kenma had his hair pulled back into a low ponytail. He watched the way you leaned into Kenma, the way your fingers pet along his thigh softly despite nagging at him for being mean to Kuroo while he was off doing business.

The older male smirked a bit to himself, leaning onto his elbow. “You being good for me Kitty? Not giving Kenma a hard time, are you?”

“Please lovey, he’s the one giving me a hard time— “you respond, pulling back one side of his headphones to snap it back against his skull. The action has him grumbling, finally releasing the controller only so he could tickle along your sides.

There was a stream of giggles to follow and Kuroo sighed in delight. He watched the two of you for a moment, wishing more than anything he could be there with you in that moment. But he gets distracted when amber eyes reach your thighs. From all the squirming you were doing he realized those sleep shorts that he thought were sleep shorts were not that at all. They in fact were just panties, pretty ones at that.

He bit along his lower lip, fingers traveling over the lip of his almost empty beer bottle. When Kenma finally gave up on the tickling you were straddling his thigh, face dug into the crook of his neck as you whined about how unfair it was to bring tickling into a match. Kenma noticed the way Kuroo looked at the two of them through the webcam and his brow twitched, one of his hand slowly pulling his headset around his neck.

“What is it Tetsu?” He spoke, causing you to also peak your head up. Kuroo couldn’t hold back his amusement, the slacks he was wearing beginning to feel a bit too tight.

“Kitty didn’t answer my question... but I think I know the answer since she’s only wearing panties under that T-shirt.” That caused a little light to shine behind your gaze, lips puckering up a bit as Kenma let out a soft scoff. “Observant as always.” He spoke, one hand smoothing down your back, only to cup your rear. His fingers dug into the shirt you wore, clumping it up a bit in his palm to show off more of the panties.

“If you’re just gunna wear panties when you call me baby, you might as well show me them hm?” Kuroo purred, eyes narrowing a bit in delight as your thighs subconsciously tightened up around Kenma’s. The blonde nudged his nose gently into your hair, his chest tightening up at the way Kuroo was eyeing them through the monitor.

It made him desperately wish he was home.

“C’mon Kitty, you’ve been good for me all day so let’s be good for Daddy now.” Kenma murmured, hearing a little hum of approval from Kuroo on the other end of the computer. Feeling an encouraging pat on your rear you let out a pleased little sound, nodding a bit as you slowly rose from Kenma’s lap. With his help you settled into his lap again, this time with your back against his chest. Feeling his hands grip your thighs you followed their lead and rose them up, spread them far enough apart so that Kuroo could have a good view of the panties you wore. Kenma slid one hand low enough on your thigh that his fingers brushed along your covered slit, a needy little noise bubbling past your lips as you turned your face into Kenma’s shoulder.

“So pretty...” Kuroo spoke, his eyes staying trapped on Kenma’s lean fingers against your dark panties before slowly traveling up to look at your face, the way your eyes glistened with need and how you began to bite your lip swollen. Kenma had a light blush on his cheeks, his own amber gaze following his fingers as they left feather like strokes over your core. “Was she really good Kenma? Think Kitten deserves a treat?”

“I think so...” he mused, his lips pressing subtle kisses to your hair line, attempting to bring your face back to look at Kuroo. “She finished that essay, made dinner for herself and me, even called the doctor and made an appointment all by herself. Isn’t that right Kitty?”

Kuroo raised a brow at that, a little bit of pride swelling in his chest. You really had had a productive day and he always loved seeing you and Kenma do your best. But when you slowly met his gaze again, eyes glossy and lips slightly hung in a silent plea he groaned, fingers squeezing along his length as you nodded.

“What a good girl we have, want Koz to give you a treat baby?” Kuroo asked, easily easing the belt he had on out of its loops considering he already knew your answer. Your answer slipped between your lips soft and pretty. “Yes please...”

“C’mon Kitten, louder so Daddy can hear.” Kenma encouraged, a little smirk on his face as he watched Kuroo lean back in his chair, fist gripping was he assumed to be his freed cock. He probably had a long day and deserved a treat himself.

“Y-Yes Please...” you spoke again, this time a bit louder, your own eyes traveling back to the monitor to see Kuroo looking at the two of you with desire. “Please what Kitty? I wanna hear you say the whole thing.” Despite being behind a screen there were still rules to be followed, and Kuroo intended to make you keep every one of them.

Although your voice threatened to give out due to Kenma’s fingers that suddenly began to add a bit more pressure over your panties, you spoke, voice a bit shaky and filled with need. “Please... I want a treat please Kozume... Can he give me a treat, Daddy?”

“Yea Baby, let’s see it.” Kuroo urged, spitting into his palm before slowly working it over his length, which already stood very much at attention. He watched the screen closely as Kenma hooked two fingers around your panties, easily pulling the damp fabric to the side. You whined as the cold air hit your cunt, hips pressing forward a bit only to be held back by Kenma’s free hand. He ran two fingers over your folds, slowly peeling you open in a lewd manger that had your face heating up.

“Pretty thing isn’t it Tetsu?” Kenma murmured, holding back a snicker at the way Kuroo devoured you through the camera. “Fucking right it is.” Kuroo agreed, his hand squeezing along his shaft. He desperately wished he could press his length into your welcoming pussy, make Kenma watch instead with his arms bound and begging, but due to business this would have to do. “Sink two fingers in her cunnie Kenma, nice and slow for me.”

Kenma did as he was told, his index and middle finger slowly sinking into your pussy. Your head lulled back onto his shoulder at the action, a sweet moan slipping from your lips as you clenched about his fingers. Kuroo smirked, his own hand working along his shaft. “C’mon Kitty keep those pretty eyes on me, tell me how it feels.”

You whimpered softly, cheeks heated, and lips parted as you slowly made eye contact with Kuroo through the screen. “It—It feels so good Daddy.” Kenma began to press kisses along your throat, making it much harder for you to form coherent sentences. “I bet it does baby... want him to pump his fingers in there? Make you cum?” Kuroo knew the answer but wanted you to say it in that needy voice you held during times like this.

Kenma’s thumb pressed along your clit then, causing you to let out a pleased cry. Kuroo chuckled when your thighs threatened to close, only for Kenma to swat the skin of your inner thigh and make a noise of disapproval. “Thighs open.” Kenma spoke lowly, eyeing Kuroo and the way his muscles seemed to tense.

Sucking in a trembling breath you urged your thighs back open, whining softly as Kenma continued to rub slow circles into your clit. “I—I want that Daddy... Please can Kenma move his fingers— please.” You gave Kuroo a pleading gaze, hips pressing forward ever so slightly off Kenma’s lap in an attempt to feel more of his fingers. Kuroo couldn’t keep that damn grin off his face as his pumped himself a bit faster, a bit of sweet building up behind his bangs. “Yea babygirl he can. Koz, fuck our Kitten good for me.”

Without another word Kenma began to pump his fingers in and out of your cunt, going all the way up to his knuckles before pulling back out again slowly. You couldn’t help but cry out, one hand desperately gripping his shoulder as your eyes threatened to spill tears. The pads of his fingers pressed along your inner walls, feeling for that one spongy spot that would have you crumbling in his grasp. All the while he kept his eyes glued on Kuroo who watched the whole thing with blown out pupils, moans of his own slipping out as he worked his length.

“Isn’t she pretty Daddy...~” Kenma murmured, his hand leaving your clit only to take hold of your chin, force it forward so you could look into the webcam. The action made a little bit of drool dribble from your lips, making Kuroo groan in delight. “Yes, she is baby, so fucking pretty... I wanna see her cum around your fingers.” He demanded again, his own tolerance running thin as he watched your pussy greedily suck in two of Kenma’s digits.

Kenma hid his smirk against your hair but could tell by the sound of Kuroo’s voice that he wouldn’t last much longer. Wanting to make him happy he brought his free hand back down to your clit, giving the swollen bud some much needed attention as his fingers picked up their pace, finally finding that sweet spot. Your eyes widened, a gasp of delight making you arch your back in Kenma’s lap. “That’s the spot isn’t it Kitty... need you to cum around my fingers for Daddy, can you do that?”

“Yes, yes yes please— please Koz— “Your words were nothing but babbles at this point, words slipping into whimpers and moans as Kenma’s fingers continued their assault on your sweet spot. Kuroo was panting himself, watching the way tears finally spilled down your reddened cheeks, the way your thighs trembled uncontrollably, the way Kenma’s fingers looks so slick slipping in and out of your puffy lower lips.

With a small grunt he finally reached his high, his own back arching some as he spilled along his palm, certainly making a mess of the slacks he wore. He fist slowed a bit as he rode out the waves of pleasure that washed over him, amber eyes fluttering as he couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fuck— cum Kitty. C’mon cum right now.”

You wanted to respond, but instead the cord in your stomach snapped when Kenma’s fingers hit your sweet spot again. With a sob of delight your head flew back into Kenma’s shoulder, your pussy clenching about his digits tightly before releasing a little flood. Kenma bit his lip to hold back a moan, the sound of his fingers pumping within you and being covered in your release certainly being loud enough for Kuroo to hear over the monitor. He waited until your core stopped its clenching before he slowly pulled his fingers from you. The fingers that were petting your clit slowly moved to cup your sex instead, petting along it gently as he held his fingers up to the webcam.

“She did good...” Kenma spoke, pulling his two fingers apart to show the slick that stuck to him in strands. The action had Kuroo’s cheek flair up a bit pink, wanting nothing more than to lick it up all for himself. He let out a shaky sigh, finally sinking into the chair. He didn’t bother tucking his now soft cock away knowing he would just hop into the shower after this, but instead he used the napkins nearby to clean off his hand. “She did do so good... you hear that Kitten?” Kuroo spoke, a little grin on his face as you lulled your face back over, tear stained cheeks and all.

“Mhm...” You hummed, body twitching a bit as you slowly closed your thighs about Kenma’s palm, nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. Kenma let out a soft chuckle of his own, using his clean hand to pull your panties back over your sloppy core. “Sleepy Kitten...”

“Make sure you shower her before you put her to bed.” Kuroo spoke, getting an eye roll from Kenma who already knew to do such things before bed. Holding his dirtied fingers to your lips you allowed your lashes to flutter, before taking his fingers into your mouth without objection. You sucked on them softly, a blush rising on your cheeks as you tasted yourself on his skin.

“Fuck... you’re such a good girl.” Kuroo spoke from the other end of the monitor, the act alone enough to get him hard all over again. But sadly, another hand job given to himself just wouldn’t cut it. Blowing his dampened bangs from his face he watched Kenma nod to his comment, slowly pulling his fingers from your lips before pressing a gentle kiss there. “You are a good girl baby, time to clean you up okay?”

You nodded, and despite your body being a bit twitchy you adjusted yourself so you could straddle Kenma once more, allow him to carry you when he stood. Kuroo watched with a fond smile as you leaned your head into Kenma’s shoulder, fingers gripping his sweater. Kenma leaned into the camera then, spoke softly. “Say goodnight, (Y/N).”

“Goodnight Tetsu... I love you.” You mumbled, briefly looking up to send a smile Kuroo’s way. The little gesture had his heart fluttering. “I love you too Kitty, sleep well.” Kenma huffed softly as he readjusted a bit, held you to his chest. Kuroo sent him a grin then. “If you need some relief Kenma, just do it after you’ve put the baby to bed okay?”

“Nah it’s okay.” The faux blonde spoke, his palm smoothing over your rear. “I’ll wait till you get home. G’night Tetsu. Love you.” He didn’t wait for Kuroo’s response before hanging up, knowing that he would respond with--

“Love you too Koz...” he spoke to now a black screen. Kuroo leaned his head back on the chair, sighing out loud to his now quiet room. He took a few moments before finally standing and heading to the shower. He prayed this weekend would go by faster, just so he could get him to his partners.

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12:34pm

When Kenma first introduced you to his volleyball team the boys were in complete uproar. They honestly didn’t think Kenma spoke to anyone but them so to find out he was dating was a shock. Kuroo was the most hurt. Kenma was his best friend and he only knew you existed, he had no idea about the dating part.

It was never that Kenma was ashamed of you, was trying to hide, or that he didn’t trust you. He just liked having you to himself. You’re his gaming buddy and good luck charm when he plays ranked games and introducing you to his team would mean they’d wanna hang out which meant he had to share his time with you and he didn’t like that. Though he doesn’t talk much Kenma has a lot on his mind especially when it comes to you. He loves having quality time with you, whether it’s playing games or just cuddling quietly. You make him feel safe, he doesn’t feel like he has to be out of his comfort zone with you. Kenma wasn’t gonna let anyone tamper with that, not even his rambunctious teammates. However, he can’t deny that getting to see you at volleyball games now with his jersey on is definitely a bonus to letting them around you.

Kuroo gets so salty when it comes to you two. You’re his best friend’s first partner and he won’t even let him hang out with you two! The only time Kuroo gets to hang out is when you have study sessions or during their usual game nights. He managed to wiggle his way into a few movie nights but he often gets told to leave when he shows up “by chance” to hang out with you two. Kuroo basically sees you as his second best friend and was really helpful earlier in the relationship when you and Kenma would get in small arguments. You make his buddy happy, so he does what he can to help you both.

All in all Kenma is greatful to Kuroo and the rest of the team for their support, but he does wish that they would just let him love you in peace. When he holds your hand or when they catch waiting for him after practice they start whistling and ooing at the two of you. He always ends up fussing at them out of embarrassment. The worse time had to be when Lev, Tora and Kuroo caught the two of you kissing after a game. The amount of noise those three made alerted the rest of the team and they all made it their job to tease the both of you to know end. Even now they tease Kenma about it, asking him if he’s going to go get his “Good Job Kiss” after every game. They were completely right but there’s no way in hell Kenma would give them the satisfaction.

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You've Already Got Me || Oikawa Tooru

You become jealous when you see your friend, Oikawa cracking jokes with a girl at the volleyball court. Upset, you storm back to your house and when Oikawa comes over to your place, he finds you curled up in your bed. When he finds out what's bothering you, he has a good idea of what could cheer you up.

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~ NSFW 18+

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You were on your way to visit Oikawa one night when you saw something that made your stomach twist in knots. You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him cracking jokes and laughing with a girl on the volleyball court. A frown was quick to mar your features as you watched from a far distance. You didn't know why you bothered watching the way the young woman's dimples peeked through at the corners of her mouth or the way his grin widened as he made her giggle.

Whatever the next thing he said must have been the funniest joke ever told because she was laughing so much that she was nearly breathless, and she reached over to throw her hand down on his shoulder as she did. That was it.

Your heart throbbed heavily in your chest upon the sight and you lingered for a moment too long before you walked off, eyes still focused on them even as you left the scene until they were completely out of sight. You quickly found yourself running back home so you could suffer in silence about what you just witnessed, wanting nothing more than to crawl up under the comfort of your blanket and hide there until this feeling went away.

You two were just friends, he wasn't even yours, so you didn't have a right to be envious of the girl he was merely conversing with, but it still hurt, a lot more than you wish it did. As you made your way to your house, your feet didn't stop its rapid movements even for a second, you were too concentrated on hiding from the rest of the world so no one could see you like this, all crumpled up and frail.

When you made it to the safe cradle of your bed, you scrambled on it until you reached for the blanket and flung it over your entire body. You heaved a deep sigh, blinking away the tears that threatened to come pouring out but you wouldn't allow them because you didn't want to feel more pathetic than you already did. You rolled on your side, trying to erase the image of them together in your mind but to no avail, they still kept popping up every time you attempted to distract yourself with any other thoughts. You didn't think that Oikawa, the one you had been yearning for as long as you could remember, would ever want you when he could likely have any girl he wanted. That idea made you think up every single one of your insecurities and the next thing you knew, you were making a list of all the things you didn't like about yourself.

You hugged the blanket closer to yourself, wanting nothing more than to nap the day away so you wouldn't have to think about this for a second longer. You remained there on the bed, completely restless, and shifted around in an attempt to find a comfortable position but that didn't seem to work out so well. You whined in defeat and that was when there was a loud tap on your door.

You pulled the blanket off enough so that it only reached under your chin before you called out, "Come in!"

The door opened instantly at that and then came in Oikawa, a wide smile on his face as he peeked his head in to look at you, but you didn't return it, instead you faced the wall and uttered a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey right back to you," he replied with a low chuckle. "You don't mind if I just left myself in right?" he asked, but by the time he did, he was already inside of your room.

"Sure, you're here already," you mumbled under your breath and continued to gaze at the wall in front of you, not even glancing his way.

"Okay," he drawled, chuckling and finding this uncomfortable situation to be humorous nonetheless. He perched himself at the end of your bed, his body near your feet. "What did I do this time?" he questioned, a smug smirk turning the corners of his mouth.

"I was about to take a nap but obviously you're here and rudely interrupted that," you said matter-of-factly, and he snorted, leaning forward and his hand reached to grab your chin, pulling it forward so that your eyes met his.

"Why the sass?" he asked as he quirked an eyebrow. "You on the rag or something? You don't have to hide that from me," he laughed as his crinkled eyes locked on yours, and it made your heart thump loudly in your chest, making you forget for a second why you were so upset in the first place. You merely shook your head, wondering how long it would be until he figured it out. He was clever, and he always knew when something was bothering you and what exactly it was without you even having to say it. You two were just that close, and that was one of the many reasons why you didn't want to admit what was wrong.

"I don't really want to talk about it," you muttered, and he allowed your chin to drop, his fingers slipping away and returning to his side.

"C'mon, don't leave me in the dark here, Y/N, you know I don't really like it here, not unless you're there," he teased, poking at your shoulder to see how you would react and you merely looked down at the bed sheets just to avoid his stare.

"I said I don't want to talk about it," you repeated in a murmur, eyes drifting shut for a moment and then that image you were trying to desperately push away, returned yet again.

"Didn't see you today, I thought that was kind of strange," he shrugged before he reached his hand out to stroke the curve of your shoulder, fingers pressing against the skin, and it made heat spread across your cheeks almost immediately in response, wishing that the simplest of touches coming from him didn't have such an effect on you.

"Didn't feel like coming over I guess," you told him before you uttered a long sigh.

"Well you're gonna have to talk to me, sooner or later, because I'm not going anywhere, so don't even try to kick me out," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and he pressed his chin to the length of your arm, looking down at your face with a wide smile stretched across his.

"I just saw something today that made me feel really pathetic, okay? Happy now?" you blurted out, hoping he would drop it but knowing full well that he wouldn't, especially after hearing that. He lifted his head up from your arm, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"What are you not telling me?" he asked, eyes narrowed as he pulled your chin back to him again so that you would look him in the eye when you spoke. "You can tell me anything you know that," he promised, a chuckle spilling from his lips because he found this situation to be amusing. "And if you don't speak up, we'll be here all day, until I figure it out, of course."

"I just feel like I'm not all that great," you admitted without giving it much thought, your mouth moving before your brain could catch up, "there's nothing special about me, and when I saw you talking to that girl-"

He cut you off the second he heard the last word, and then he was able to piece it all together why you were behaving this way. "Wait, are you jealous?" he questioned, bursting out in laughter.

"What? I-"

"You're jealous," he interrupted you again and chuckled loudly like it was the funniest thing. He quickly added, "Of that girl, huh? The one I was talking to earlier, which I'm assuming you saw," he continued laughing after he finished.

You were not very fond of being teased, especially about something like this, that involved your insecurities but he never took anything seriously so you shouldn't be surprised. "She's really pretty, and she probably likes you," you said meekly, finding it difficult to hold anything back now that he knew.

"Don't have an interest in her, not even a little. Y/N, you don't have to compete with anyone, or get all misty on me about how you think I'm going to propose to her," he jested, still snickering about it, and then he crawled over to the left side of your bed so he was in your sights which made your heart catch in your throat that he was this close, that if he just moved an inch his body would be against yours.

"But are you sure? She seemed to be really enjoying your company, and you clearly enjoy hers," you replied as he scooted closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours which made it a little difficult to speak but you still managed. You stared back, finding it all too easy to get lost in those deep, piercing eyes of his.

"She's just an acquaintance, nothing more," he told you, smirk widening as he noticed the look of relief spread across your features and the small smile that joined it. "I only got eyes for you, babe, no one else, and you're seriously another level of stupid if you didn't know that already," he taunted, and your eyes fixated on him, your heart speeding up at such a frantic pace you were almost sure he could hear it being this close.

"Oh," you paused for a long moment before you added in a bashful tone, "you really feel that way?"

"Yes, I got a thing for girls who are stupid like you," he teased in a playful tone so you knew he was joking but you still felt really stupid just like he said. He liked you, he really did, it was real, you had nothing to worry about. What a relief that was. "You're beautiful, and so much more fun. You don't ever have to compete with another person on this earth when you're that cute," he said and pressed his finger against the tip of your nose, accentuating his point by the way your nose scrunched up immediately at the gesture which made him laugh. "And just for the sake of being cheesy, you take my breath away," he added with a smug smile.

"Tooru," you breathed, unable to find the right words or any words in general besides his name. There was a short silence between you two after the laughing ceased, which made you feel like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest, skin prickling with the anticipation of what was going to happen next.

"Why don't I show you exactly what I mean huh?" he suggested. You were all for that.

You kissed him then, before he was able to make the first move. Your hand reached behind his head and your fingers tightened in his hair to press his lips firmly against yours. A faint noise escaped the back of your throat that sounded rather pleased, and just like that you were lost in the moment. Love and desire and the desperate need you had for him overtook you and he gently grasped the back of your neck in order to take control of the kiss. It was oh-so reassuring of any concerns that you had left about what he felt for you.

Holding each other close, you both continued to kiss each other deeply. You matched his passion just as strongly and even fought with him for dominance at one point, catching his bottom lip ever so slightly between your teeth. The mixture of pleasure and that little bit of pain was enough to cause him to nearly lose all sense of control, and he let out a deep groan as he laid you back further on the bed, breaking the kiss then.

"Why do you have to be so fucking cute?" he said with a low chuckle as he made his way on top of your body, the heat of his pressed against your own, making you shudder at the much needed contact. Surely this must be part of a dream. You let yourself sink back into it only to be pulled out again when his lips sought and found yours.

His tongue explored the shape of your lips, seeking entry. You relaxed your mouth, shivering as his questing tongue slid in and met the tip of his. The kiss burned against your lips, banishing all thoughts of a dream. You returned it, intensifying the pressure, nipping at the tip of his tongue. Your hand slipped to the back of his head, winding your fingers into the silk of his hair, holding his lips fiercely against yours.

He parted from your lips only to say, "You're the prettiest girl, you know that? You fucking drive me crazy."

Your lips captured his lower lip and drew it between your teeth. You nibbled it gently and then released it to whisper a simple, "Thank you."

His laugh thundered through his chest before his lips claimed yours once more, harder this time, clamping down to steal the very breath from your lungs. You dug your fingers into his thick hair, pulling his mouth down even harder, making the soft skin of your lips tingle and redden. His tongue thrust deep into your mouth and yours was quick to meet his, licking him back, tasting him, savoring him.

He groaned deep in his chest, and the sound sent chills down your spine. You responded in kind, tiny moans escaping your throat with every breath, urging him on, building his heat even higher, as well as yours.

"I need to feel you, I can't take it," he said, both hands holding the hem of your shirt, awaiting for you to nod your head to grant him permission which you quickly did when he didn't proceed further, and he tossed it over your head so that your silky black bra came into view. He took a moment to ogle the way the bra clung to your skin before he unclasped it from behind, setting your skin free and revealing your breasts to him completely. You felt exposed but you found that you quickly didn't mind with the way he was looking at you.

"Fuck, these are my favorite boobs by far, they're so perky," he said almost breathlessly, which instantly brought a smile on your face, a soft laugh spilling through your lips. He slipped his shirt off next, tossing it to the side, and he emitted a low groan when your hard nipples pressed against the skin of his chest.

He slid his hand down to cup your breast, his strong fingers were gentle on your nipple and then firmer, stroking and squeezing, pulling as you arched up against him with soft noises of approval.

"Your body is perfect, you're perfect, fuck," he praised as his hand moved to stroke your chest, curling his fingers to allow his nails to gently scrape a trail downward, teasing the nerves and making your nipples rise hard and aching. He found one and pinched it between his fingers, sending little shocks of pleasure coursing through your body. He teased and turned it almost to the point of pain, but backing off to squeeze gently and then abandon it to explore the soft, delicate curves of your breasts. He briefly slid them back down to rid you of your rucked up skirt, nearly ripping it off of you in his impatience. Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties only to bring them down with your skirt, tugging them both off in one motion. He gave himself a moment to drink in the sight of you, how your flesh was already glistening and slick just for him, only for him, and the look of pure, unadulterated lust in his face suggested that it took everything in him not to take you right then and there.

"No one compares to you, so don't you forget it," he whispered hoarsely, and you nodded your head, still speechless and surprised that your jealousy led to this, looks like it was good for something. You were so desperate to explore tonight with him because of how powerful and dominating he was in his arousal.

"Tooru, you sure know how to make a girl blush," you told him in a soft murmur, your cheeks heating up and it spread across your whole face.

He kissed you hard, teeth scraping your lips, nose bumping into yours with the intensity and impatience of it, a strand of his hair sweeping across your sensitive skin. He shifted until he was leaning over you, pinning you, demanding that you finish what you had started.

His mouth trailed down your neck, kissing, licking, biting gently and just to the point of pain. You arched back, giving him access, moaning as his mouth fastened on the tender skin at the base of your throat. He nipped and sucked hard, torturing your flesh with his teeth, leaving light bruises that would mark you as his.

"The things you fucking do to me," he drawled, trailing off before he continued, "there's not a thing I wouldn't do for you, fuck, I'd do anything just to keep you here with me like this."

You were feeling particularly bold at his words so you reached your hand out, fingernails scrapping teasingly across his nipple and then began a slow and tortuous journey downward. His stomach was tight with sheaths of muscles yet smooth to your questing fingers. It rippled beneath your hand, pleasantly responding to your touch. You traced the muscles, appreciating their definition, and he purred at your ministrations, encouraging you.

"I just fucking love how flushed your body looks right now, makes you look even cuter," he murmured, his gruff voice making sparks go off in your veins. You could listen to him talk all day.

He continued the tiny kisses and licks and paused to suck at your burning skin. He was rock hard in his pants yet whisper soft with you, a living oxymoron and it was driving you mad. He was slow with you, only because he wanted to take the time to appreciate your body. You expected to be taken again and again, only to have him continue to tease you with his mouth. Your nipples were so hard they were painful by the time he finally reached and claimed one between his lips.

"You taste so fucking good, we have got so much lost time to make up for," he chuckled against your skin, and it vibrated around your nipple, making you arch up in response. He sucked softly at first and then harder, scraping the engorged flesh with sharp white teeth. You pressed up against him, urging him to continue, your voice in a whisper and raw with whimpers of desire.

Your arms slid around him, pressing and pulling, stroking the skin at his back before sliding your hands down his sides, caressing and marveling at his beautiful body. You slipped your hand down between where your bodies joined to pop the button to his pants open and then tugged the zipper down. You shoved his pants down along with his boxers as far as they could go, but thankfully he kicked them off for you as his mouth created such a searing suction around your nipple. You loved touching him, loved touching his smooth muscles covered by warm skin that felt silken under your fingers. You reveled in the hair on his chest, the delicacy of his back and the curve at the base of his spine that separated flaring upward and rounding into perfection. When you skimmed your fingernails along the line of his ass he tensed and his teeth pinched your nipple more firmly, both of you shivering with the sensation.

"Shit," he pulled away momentarily to curse under his ragged breath, "you drive me mad, Y/N, you're the only one for me, you got that? Only you," he admitted, and you nodded your head frantically, making him smile widely because of the mere effect he had on you. He shifted his attentions to your other nipple, gifting it with the same slow, loving affection as he had the first one. You wanted to pull his mouth away and haul him up until he was in position so that you could arch up and take him within. You ached for him, feeling hollow and empty, your inner walls clenching, needing, only to be tortured by tongue and lips that were in no hurry to abandon you.

His hands held you, turning you easily so that he had access, caressing and teasing, skimming your burning skin as low as your waist only to maddeningly stop and slide upward again. His palms felt soft against your skin as he stroked first firmly and then almost to a tickle before grasping you and lifting you to turn you for better access to your breast. He continued to suckle one while his entire hand encompassed the other, the way his long fingers toyed with the delicate mound sent a hot wave of electricity straight down to your core.

Your breath came and went in a soft moan that never quite stopped. You were beyond speech. You wished that it didn't have to take an interaction with another girl and your jealousy to lead to this, but it all worked out in the end and you weren't one to complain when his mouth was watering at the mere sight of you before him. Your moans rose in volume when his lips abandoned your nipple to slide downward over your rib cage then to the narrows of your waist.

"You look even more beautiful when you're wrecked baby, who knew," he whispered to you in a coo. His face was upraised to you, hair hanging in tangles that moved with him, pulling forth even more sensation from your skin.

"You're such a tease," you replied with a soft giggle shortly after the words came out, and it drew one from him right after. He bent his head down to place a soft kiss to your navel, his hot breath covering the skin there. You slid your fingers deep into his hair, tugging gently which certainly caught his attention. "Please take me, Tooru, I need you."

He chuckled, the rumble of it quaking against your body. "Oh believe me, I will, but you've got to be patient," he told you with a smirk stretched across his face, "I'm not sure you believe you're as beautiful as I say you are, so allow me to continue demonstrating," he crooned, and you looked back at him with a weak smile. He was right, and if you both waited, it would make tonight last longer and that was exactly what you knew you wanted deep down despite your need to be filled in that empty space between your legs.

"Okay," you breathed out softly in answer.

His lips descended again and you could feel his smug smile against your skin. He licked and sucked at the skin of your stomach, his hand moving down your thigh and sliding it below to find the tender place behind your knee. You bent your leg to give him better access and he slowly drew his fingers upward, tracing the muscles along the inside of your thigh. He brushed his hand there slowly before he descended your other leg. You whimpered in protest as his fingers passed the center of you without more than a feather-light touch against the hot flesh there.

He squeezed the inside of your thigh, pulling at the flesh, marveling at the way your leg moved instinctively to give him more room. His lips trailed down over your stomach to pause at the softness there. He could feel the hard abdominal muscles tensing, but they were padded by delicate skin. He rested his head on your stomach for a moment to appreciate the way it went taut, and then his lips to your skin started the fire anew.

You could barely reach him as he slid further down your body. You twined your fingers into his hair and let the strands run through your fingers. His hair splayed out over your skin, moving like silk when he turned his head, it was warm and soft and sent delicious tingles throughout your every nerve. The brown locks caught the blue of the night outside and reflected it back, shimmering across his whole body. The breeze coming from your window soothed your hot skin, slipping over your hard nipples like a silken kiss.

He looked up at you, his brown eyes darkened with lust. You gazed at him, caught in the moment, there was no one else in the world but you two. The wind howled outside, but here there was only heat and lust and pleasure. He held your gaze for a moment longer, continuing to drink in the sight of you, half hidden in shadow, bathed in moonlight. He wanted to remember the way you looked forever.

"More," you whispered, "make me yours."

The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. His voice was hoarse, yet that playful tone still remained. "You already are, and you always will be. That's a promise I intend on keeping," he assured with a deep purr.

You smiled softly at that, cheeks flushing even more so after hearing the promise in his voice and seeing the smile on his face. He kissed your stomach again and then started to slide lower. He was pinning one leg beneath him, but the other, the one he had been squeezing, bent and pushed your hips upward, begging him for what you hoped was to come. He stopped to nuzzle the velvet-soft line underneath your stomach before he traveled further down. Eagerly, he bent down until his lips met your sex. He sucked the flesh and laved it with his tongue, moving and exploring around to appreciate your flavor, pressing his chin into you as he tasted the hot skin.

Slowly, tortuously, he moved even lower, pausing when he came to the center of you. You were open, moist, begging for his attention. He bent down further and kissed you reverently; inhaling the intoxicating scent you exuded. It surrounded him, swirling in a dance to delight the senses. He lifted a little so that he could see you, waiting for him. Your sex sparkled with tiny beads of moisture that caught the moonlight, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to dive right in.

"You've got such a pretty pussy baby, just like I knew you would," he said with a hum, "fuck, how is it possible to be this irresistible," he murmured more to himself than to you.

When his tongue touched you and then slid over the swollen nub in one sudden motion, you arched up crying out with need, giving yourself up to pleasure and every single brush of his talented tongue. He felt your muscles ripple beneath his hands, and he continued to pepper kisses along the moist skin. His chin and nose pressed against you as the softness of his lips teased you. He licked tentatively, exploring, feeling out what you liked and where you were the most sensitive. He glided his tongue around with maddening slowness, completely unhurried and allowing himself to become familiar with your taste.

Your back arched up higher while he mapped you, and your fingers grasped reflexively at his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you attempted to bring him closer even though he was a close as could be. When he learned what he needed to know, he delved into you, thrusting deeply with his tongue. He prodded and licked and nipped so gently that you shuddered and pressed upward, demanding more, firmer, deeper. He gave it to you. He licked with long strokes, stripes of his saliva drizzling down to your entrance.

You cried out and felt him smile against you, lips curling from all the sounds that endlessly spilled from your lips. He looked up at you, moisture beads twinkling on his lips, dark eyes black with feral lust. He held your eyes for a long moment, committing your expression and responding smile to memory. He knew that you wouldn't ever look as beautiful as you did now.

He slid his hand up the inside of your thigh, his fingers brushing against your opening gently, teasingly. When he had gathered enough of your juices, he slipped a finger into you and then another as you moaned out his name, opening yourself for him. He went deep, stretching the tender tissue and scissoring them around to coat your wetness all over his fingers. He pushed and pushed, sending ripples of pleasure up your abdomen. Then he stopped and went in quest of his prize.

He found it knuckle-deep on the top surface, a fragile sponge of nerve endings. When he curled his fingers, you cried out, yanking his hair painfully tight in your passion. He fought against the pull, gluing his lips to yours, licking hard and fast as he worked on you. You gave one lunge upward and climaxed with a moan of his name, gasping as the pleasure swirled around you and then concentrated on the center of your being. As you relaxed he eased up to touches and kisses that didn't over stimulate. You took great sobbing breaths and reached down to pet the hair you had pulled.

"Fuck, I need you, I need you, I need you," he breathed out, his tone like gravel, and it almost sounded like he was confessing his love for you, but maybe it was just your imagination or what you thought you heard.

In an instant he moved back down, kissing softly before rubbing with the tip of his tongue. He licked and tickled and slid well moistened fingers into you to bring back the heat, teasing you for only a couple of moments, making sure you were nice and ready for him. When your fingers started to tug at his hair again, he moved upward, sliding his body along yours, pinning you with his superior weight.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby, exactly how you deserve it," he told you around an indrawn hiss. He kissed you and you leaned into it, your tongue meeting his, flicking the moisture from his lips. You tasted yourself, slick and soft and salty. The warmth of your own aroma filling the room. His hair spilled across your face, cocooning you into a kiss that drew the very breath from your lungs. When your breath was sobbing in your throat he released you and moved back down your body, his erection trailing fire as it traced along the line of your belly down lower.

"Please give it to me, Tooru, please, I need it," you begged, your voice completely and utterly breathless.

"Oh I'm going to give it to you alright," he purred low in his throat. You lifted up and he positioned himself. He held himself and stroked upwards, pulling the foreskin back and running the sensitive head along the wet, soft bloom of you, rolling your clit around in slow, circles before he slipped downwards and pressed at your opening. You thrust upward, seeking to capture him. He teased you once, twice, and then thrust forward as you pushed against him.

Thick and long, he slid deep into you, grunting with pleasure as your hot inner walls clenched around him immediately. It was almost enough to drive him over the edge, but he paused, and regained control. He took a deep breath and thrust hard into you after he gave himself a moment. You felt spread and stretched because of his size, but you absolutely loved the sting as he sunk into your slick passage. Spurred on even more, you lifted one leg slightly to give him better access.

He moved slightly and put a strong hand under your thigh, helping to hold your leg up. It sent his cock into you at a better angle, allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside of you. The burst of pleasure you felt was like an electric shock. You started pushing down, wiggling your hips to press into him harder. He obliged you, sliding deep into you only to withdraw almost completely and then rolled forward again. You rose to meet him, surging forward like the tide, surrounding him, completely relentless in your pace.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, I can't fucking get enough of it," he hissed out, breath growing more ragged by the second. You pushed upward as he thrust, withdrawing as he pulled out. You found his rhythm and matched it, mimicking him as close as possible. Your muscles gripped him tighter, refusing to ever let him go as you both rolled together. As your passion rose higher he accompanied you.

It was a dance and he both led and followed. He thrust and churned, within you, his lips scorching over the flesh on your chest and breasts, alternately sucking and gasping as he found and gave pleasure. He twisted more, lifting your leg higher and rammed himself deeper into you, searing your inner walls with demanding movements of his hips. Your motions grew more desperate, more ragged as you both neared climax. He shut his eyes tight, doing his best to hold on even as his body threatened to tip over the edge.

As you felt your orgasm approaching, he changed to rhythmic thrusting that rocked you with a steady beat. There was nothing in the universe but the two of you and the stars that looked down unmoved by your heated desire. Your eyes dilated with lust, and you were blind to everything except both of your pleasure. You were faintly aware that he was there whispering sweet nothings in your ears as he slammed his hips into you harder, faster, it was everything you needed. You reached your orgasm first, arching so high and hard that you lifted him up, your inner walls clenching and milking him, your pleasure sending him crashing into his own climax.

He cursed low and deep, his words rumbling in his chest as he rammed forward again and again, filling you. He froze, shivers chasing each other up and down his spine as his body pumped into you. The aftershocks made him jerk inside you, bringing forth soft moans of completion and pleasure. He was completely spent as you were. His muscles had gone slack with satiation and he rolled to the opposite side of you as he stared at you with heavily lidded eyes, panting hard as he laid a hand over his chest. You laid there for a long moment, attempting to get your breathing under control and just soaking up what just occurred before you finally turned to look at him with a weak smile on your face.

"Feeling better now?" he asked, still out of breath, a long smirk playing on his lips.

"Mhmm," you told him and rested your head on his bare chest. He stroked your hair with his hand, toying with the strands as he let out a sigh of contentment. One of his arms securely wrapped around your waist, and your legs were tangled together, the slight chill in the air was no match for your shared body heat. You made a pleased little noise as you nuzzled closer to the warmth of his chest.

"You don't need to worry about a thing, Y/N, you've already got me," he reassured with a small chuckle. "I didn't know you could be so cute when you were jealous though, it's a good look for you," he teased, and you let out a puff, feeling your cheeks light up with embarrassment.

"That wasn't cute, stop it, meanie," you moved back slightly to nudge him in the chest with your elbow, and he laughed at that. You leaned in to press a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, silently thanking him for tonight. You reached out to grab his hand and he took yours in an instant, entwining your fingers together in a tight lock. He lifted your hand up to place a quick kiss upon it before he dropped it back down.

"Thank you," you whispered as you looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I should be the one thanking you for that orgasm, and for letting me fuck you, you felt fucking amazing," he said with a low, possessive growl as he yanked you closer, making you emit a loud giggle from the affectionate gesture.

You didn't have anything to worry about, like he said, he was yours, and now you couldn't even remember why you were jealous in the first place as you snuggled up to him and fell asleep listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

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[kismix]

₊˚ˑ༄ HQ BOYS AND LOVE SONGS

Includes : semi, kyotani, goshiki x gn reader

Warnings : hopeless romantics & fluff

sweet/I thought you wanted to dance by Tyler the creator

( ft. Brent & fana )

❝ but my energy belongs to you. ❞

SEMI EITA. So oblivious in the beginning, thought the kind gestures at first were just as ‘friends’ , he knew you were attractive, gorgeous even, and still he brushed the thought off.Not so much so that the feeling that he tried to surface grew.He didn’t know what to do when the feelings were returned.Love was the only thing he felt for you.He was afraid he didn’t know how to say or what if he didn’t say the right thing, and one day he knows one day that will call problems but you both know that you both can overcome it.

Once more to see you by mitski

❝ so come inside and be with me, alone with me ❞

KENTARO KYOTANI. Not use to love and doesn’t just fall in love often, but when he does love, he loves hard.It wasn’t like he wasn’t use to regular compliments but he wasn’t use to them being constant and people doing offering to help him, and it takes him so long to confront it. He knows it but won’t admit it ever.Not until it finally eats him up and he breaks and confesses, everything.It feels good when he does and even better when it’s mutual.

Ryd by Steve Lacy

❝ Vision pretty baby as I ride on this empty road ❞

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU. Is such a show off, and even before you started dating, with every person that seem to show a little interest in you, he makes everything a silent competition, but other than that he is extremely sweet and wants to win your heart, which causes him to subtlety act likes he the male protagonist in a romance movie, and it’s so cute.

© Kismix 2021 all rights reserved

[todoroki-roki]

Bokuto x Male! reader

FINALLY we're doing a male reader.

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I haven't done a male reader in a while so...

Contains a little smut/ fluff 🍋

You both are 11

FOR THE SMUT/ FLUFF YOU GUYS ARE OLDER!!!

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"AH! DID YOU SEE (Y/N)?!" Bokuto yelled to his best friend, "wow!! That's so cool To-to!" (Y/n) yelled putting down his notebook. "Hey, look! It's your mom!" He yelled pointing to a woman who was bringing food.

"Hey kids, (Y/n) why don't you go in the pool with Koutaro?" She asked (y/n).

"Yeah come on in (y/n)!!" Bokuto yelled going back underwater.

After (y/n)'s mom left (Y/n) took off his shirt and jumped in the pool landing straight on Bokuto.

"Ah! (Y/n) I could've drowned!" He said, he took (y/n)'s legs over his shoulder and made him flip over straight in the water.

"To-to! Don't do that!" (Y/n) threw himself onto Bokuto and hugged his chest, he started swimming to the deeper side of the pool and let go of Bokuto.

"You- whoa...know I'm not a good swimmer (y/n)." Bokuto said looking down and there was also a feint blush.

"Don't worry To-to!! If you drown, I know CPR!" (Y/n) said.

Bokuto as the dirty minded little boy he was took his chance and got the smaller boy in his embrace and pulled him underwater.

(Y/n) was still shocked of the sudden move, he was running out of oxygen since Bokuto was keeping him underwater by hugging him ao he couldn't move. Bokuto brought his head up and took in a long deep breath and went back underwater.

(Y/n) was almost out of oxygen, until he felt something on his lips.

Bokuto kissed you with passion, even if he was 11 he knew what he felt about you.

"To-To? What- why-?" You asked with a confused face.

"You told me if I drown you would save me...well I would do the same!" You just gave him an even more confused face.

"I like you! Silly billy." He chuckled at the end.

"I'm so gonna be dom in this relationship." Bokuto whispered to himself, luckily you didn't hear.

*Time skip 3rd P.O.V *

"(Y/n)? Can you come over here for a second?" Bokuto asked.

You guys were now 19 years old, and were offical.

"What's wrong To-to?" You asked, oh how he loved how pure you were, and when you weren't.

"Come!" He commanded. He was needy really needy today.

You walked over to him and you stood in front of him. He pulled you in so you were now cuddled in his chest.

Yes he was needy but for attention.

(Y'all actually thought I was going that far! No)

"Let's watch a movie!"

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Y'all actually thought I was gonna add a lemon. No I'll make a post maybe...

Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and like always don't forget to comment and like on my story!!♡

[ssvgawara]

↬Miya Atsumu x reader; Miya Osamu x reader

↬ In which Atsumu has developed feelings for the reader and after accepting to go on a date he takes her to his brother’s shop: Onigiri Miya. But what happens when after their date you text Atsumu asking for Osamu’s number?

↬Warnings: probably cursing, time skip spoilers, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1.2k

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a/n: The first chapter of my first series wow!! I’m super excited to post this and i hope y’all enjoy it!! It took me so much to not rush through the writing bc I was so excited to get it done and share it with y’all! big shoutout to everyone in nbg for hyping me up everytime i mentioned this. also feel free to ask to be on the taglist!

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Sometimes you question why you became friends with a certain setter named Miya Atsumu. And anytime you say that to him his response is something along the lines of, “you obviously fell for my charm and looks” which is said with a smirk. And you always come back with a snarky response normally comparing his personality to that of sewer water. This always gets a reaction out of him leaving him pretending to be hurt until you offer to order takeout once again (which is kind of annoying considering he’s the professional volleyball player here).

This brings us to the present. The two of you lounging around in your apartment. You, of course, are patiently waiting for the food you ordered while aimlessly scrolling through all forms of social media that you can possibly scroll through while your company waits a little less patiently.

“y/nnnnn” he whined, turning to look at you, which was a feat in itself honestly since he’s hanging upside down on your couch currently. You let out a long sigh and set your phone down turning to look him in the eye. 

“Atsumu if you ask me when the food’s gonna be here one more time I will eat yours,” Atsumu smiles as you speak up knowing your threats were empty considering he knew you only called him Atsumu if you were teasing him or you were genuinely upset with him but teasing seemed like the more plausible considering the small smile on your face.

“Now why would you do that? I thought this was yer apology for hurtin’ my feelings” the pout that was plastered on his face was definitely an act that you were about to call out but as soon as you opened your mouth to say anything there was a sharp knock on your door. The pout on Atsumu’s face was promptly replaced with a large grin as he sat back upright while you answered the door and collected your food.

You make your way back to the couch food in hand. Atsumu is wiggling in his seat like a kid at Christmas. Setting the bag of food on your little coffee table Atsumu wasted no time unpacking it all so he could begin to chow down.

The two of you sat in silence just enjoying the company and the food. When you first met Atsumu you never thought the two of you would become such good friends, and yet here you are sitting in your living room eating takeout while joking with each other. The setter continued to look your way every time you turned your eyes back to your food he had something to say but couldn’t see to build up the courage. So instead of building up the courage, he decided to rip the bandaid straight off.

“Go on a date with me.”

You sputter and almost choke on the food in your mouth after hearing what the setter had to say. Part of you thought you were hearing things so you shoot him a look.

“What?”

“You heard me, let’s go on a date, me and you sitting down in a restaurant having a date”

The look you gave Atsumu made him nervous that you were going to say no but he relaxed as a smile formed on your lips and you spoke up.

“Sure ‘Tsumu let’s go on a date, but you better make it good”

He breaks into a large grin at your acceptance.

“Don’t worry, I know a place”

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“You brought me to your brother’s restaurant?”

“Yeah, I told you I knew a place” Atsumu turned to look at you with a smile which you reciprocated. “Now c’mon let’s go in and eat”

Heading into the Onigiri shop the two of you made an order before going to take a seat and wait for the food. It felt normal to sit with Atsumu and just talk and eat. He and you just clicked like that. You were able to goof off and poke fun at each other and keep a conversation going with ease. Eventually, an interruption came along with food and your date’s twin brother. Osamu being who he is spoke up to tease his brother.

“You on a date ‘Tsumu? How much did you have to bribe her to get her to come out with you?” He then turned to you “If he’s holding you hostage blink twice” You gave a small laugh as the twins bickered. It was pretty entertaining. Osamu grinned knowing this would get a rise out of his twin.

And he was correct. Atsumu began to get somewhat agitated and spoke up.

“For yer information, y/n agreed to go on this date with me and is in fact not bein’ held hostage as you said” The blonde huffed and crossed his arms looking away from his grinning twin who shrugged it off.

“Whatever you say ‘Tsumu, catch ya later y/n” Osamu sent a wave to the two of you before walking away. With a final huff, Atsumu began to eat his onigiri a small pout on his face.

“Oh cheer up ‘Tsumu your brother was just trying to piss you off and it’s no big deal” You sigh knowing if you didn’t say anything he’d continue to pout for the rest of your date. Your words did in fact perk him up.

“Yer right y/n”

“I know I am now, eat up,” You say taking another bite of your food and him following in suit.

The rest of your time together went without a hitch. You ate your food and walked around just talking for hours. That’s what Atsumu liked about you. The two of you could just talk. He felt like he doesn’t have to live up to some sort of standard. He was just Atsumu and you were just y/n and that was it.

Eventually, it was dark and you both made your way back to your apartment. Once at the door, you both stood there in silence for a moment. You both spoke up at the same time.

“I had fun-”

“Thank you-”

There was an awkward pause before you spoke again.

“You go first,” you said to Atsumu and he nodded responding.

“I just wanted to say thank ya for today I had a really good time hanging out with ya. Okay, that’s it, yer turn” You smile at his kind words. It was so genuine and you felt terrible about what you originally had wanted to say so you push it down and give a nicer response.

“I had fun too, Atsumu. I’ll see you later okay?” You give him a final grin opening your door to head inside giving him a final wave which he returned before you retreated into the apartment.

You had felt terrible about not saying what was on your mind. You felt even more terrible as you pulled out your phone to tell him what was on your mind. You had wished you had had the courage to say it in person but you didn’t and now you need to just say it. So you type out a text and send it tossing your phone to go through your nightly routine before responding to Atsumu.

Taglist: @meepeo​ @kuroosrighttoe​ @dearkags​

[iwadori]

when you tell them “somebody asked me on a date” (atsumu, kageyama, kenma, tsukishima, suna, Ushijima)

an: I’m tired and probably burnt out who knows but I randomly thought of this, I hope you enjoy let me know what you think

Reblogs are very appreciated

[1purpleboi1]

Hi I'm sorry I just had a thought about the dating hot Manager thing

How would kuroo react to hot Manager dating kenma

-pixie

Kuroo reacting to kenma dating nekoma’s manager

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it was a long day for the nekoma team, they had 2 scrimmages one after another

luckily they had won both of them in straight sets

even still the whole team was tired

everyone knows when you’re tired you let your guard down

as the team manager you had been working hard the entire day taking stats, cheering, scouting, cheering some more

you thought it would be totally fine to run and give kenma a hug after they had won their second game

the rest of the team was too tired to take notice of their manager giving their setter a prolonged hug and went off to the locker room

but kuroo was like “wtf”

tbh he’s a weirdo so after the scrimmage he walked with the two of you to kenma’s house

since they live close to each other kuroo stayed around to see what y’all would do

this man climbed into a tree to see inside kenma’s room

and when he saw y’all cuddling and shit this guy let out a scream and fell from the tree

when kenma came to investigate he only groaned when he saw his friend on the ground rubbing his head

luckily no one was injured

after he recovered kuroo gave kenma a congratulations and then an obnoxious speech about using protection and the struggles of STD’s

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bro i haven’t written in so long-

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[shotosimp1]

How i personally think the haikyuu characters would react to their kid asking "where do babies come from?"

✒•••Pairings with:

sugawara x gn!reader, hinata x gn!Reader, tendou x f!Reader.

↪ P.s: the reader isn't really going to be involved its just the character and the kid :)

✒•••Genre🎭:

fluff, comedy?

✒•••Warnings⚠️:

marriage, kids idk 😐, time skip spoilers!!

✒•••authors note📄:

I took inspiration from one of my favourites ever @dokifluffs ♡

✒•••General notes📝:

🔴D/N = daughters name

🟠S/N = sons name

Also the child is between 5-7

✳Sugawara koushi✳ :

》 I feel like sugawara would just be VERY awkward like "heh um.."

》probably lie and say that he doesn't know how

》 or say it in a way a kid would understand and not get traumatised

》 he's a teacher he knows that this would happen but it just came from no where yk?

"Dad?" D/n and suga were sitting in the living room watching TV everything was going smoothly until d/n decided to ask an unpleasant question. "Yes sweetheart?" Suga answered "where do babies come from?" Sugawara almost choked on the tea he was drinking. That was very unexpected to say the least. "Uhm that.. is? Actually I dont know heh" d/n looked at him straight in the eyes "dad im 6 I know your lying just tell me please?" "Fine fine ahm ahm its like something magical! Only big people can do it tho thats why its a big secret." "Wait bu-" "OKAYY LOOK AT THE TIME ITS 9:00 BEDTIME"

Its definitely something fun to witness

❇hinata shoyo❇:

》he would simply pass away

》he DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY

》"😕😟😦🙁"

"Hey, dad?" hinata and s/n were sitting in the living room watching a Disney movie. It was MSBYs day off which you were so happy about! But Of course you couldn't spend all day with them. Not just because of your job and all the work you had to do but because of pregnancy. Your doctor had told you that you need time for yourself, to relax take a nap or a bath just anything that would make you feel relaxed. Its good for you and the child. And from that you had to excuse yourself to follow the doctors orders. The boys were left alone watching Disney movies. "Uhh yes?" "Where do babies come from? How did mom get one?"

Mf took a screenshot istg.

"Uh so you see...😕"

"Mhm??"

"Its like? Very big"

"What? What's very big?"

"The yk heh 😆"

"Why can't you just tell me?"

"You're way to young to know sorry buddy"

Basically kinda ignores the question until the kid just stops asking about it lmao (ik its a terrible idea to ignore such question but he'd tell him when he grows up just a bit more.)

✳tendou satori✳:

》 ngl it would be a very funny conversation 💀

》 he's still scared he would say something that may traumatise the kid so yeah

》 extra points for creativity 👏

"Ugh why cant you let me win at least ONE game?" You were out with your friends leaving tendou with D/n. They just came home from the grocery store after buying shit tons of sweets and snacks. Both of them were sitting on the living room sofa playing random video games. "Not my problem you don't know how to play the game" "its not fair! You actually know how to play it" tendou laughed "are you going to eat these chips or not?" "No thank you, im full" tendou got up and took the bag of left over chips and close it with a chip bag clip. While tendou was putting the extra sweets and bags of chips in the tapestry D/n had a question in mind.

"Dad, do you know how babies are made? Where do they come from?" Tendou smiled as he rested his body on the counter that was near him. "you see, when two people are ready to have kids they would make a spell that only they can master. Most important thing when doing this spell is that you have to keep the window open at night. If the spell works the universe would send strong light to mommy's stomach and boom! Baby" "wow, that's alot of work.." "uh yeah 😳"

Hnnng hello!! I was actually working on this for like two fucking days and TODAY I WAS SUPPOSED TO FINSH IT but my body said no. Not only i got sick very badly for no reason but I was on my period ☺

I really wanted to add tsukishima and kita but i couldn't :(

But other than that I hope its okay sorry if there's any errors :D

[akaashioppa]

Golden Ticket

pairings: Akaashi x Reader

summary: being dragged party by her best friend (Y/N) didn’t think the night could get any worse until she meets a certain  stranger who changes her mind. 

warnings: drinking, minor curse words, implied smut, a small of portion smut, comdomless akaashi & kuroo being awkward asf.

w/c: 2.4

A/N: i want to thank my bestie @dearasahi for being the best beta reader there is on the planet 🥰 i also want to thank her for allowing me to sabotage her stories! you guys should go and check out her work it’s chefs kiss!!!!!

The party was crowded, the music was blasting so hard you could feel the bass in your chest. Sweaty bodies were grinding on each other in the living room. You tried your best to push past the people in the crowded house but it was still hard to maneuver around the party. You were behind your best friend, Rachel,  her hand found yours in the crowded party. She was guiding you to the outside of the party where fewer people were around and it had fresh air for the both of you to breathe. She had begged you to come to this party so she could hang out with her new love interest. Bokuto Kotaro. 

You had finally reached the outdoors. You could still hear the music in the background but it wasn’t as bad as it was in the house. Your best friend made a beeline to the table to play beer pong with Bokuto. You weren’t much of a partier….well, you liked going to parties but this party was way more insane than any party that you have ever been to. Was it worth driving all the way from Karasuno...no, but you loved your best friend so you went anyway.

While she was having a good time at the beer pong table you made your way to the chairs that weren’t too far from the table. There was a bench with a guy sitting down. You waved shyly before asking if someone was sitting there.

He took a sip from his cup before pointing to the spot next to him. “You can sit, the guy who was sitting here is gone.”

“Where did he go?”

He pointed over to the table where a guy was standing. He was the loudest of the bunch. You noticed he had his arm draped around your best friend’s shoulders. “Is that your best friend?”

“Ehh you can say that.”

You both began to laugh. “I’m guessing you guys have a love-hate relationship.”

“I wouldn’t say that but he’s a bit of a handful.” He took a sip from his cup before placing it between the two of you. You glanced down at the brown liquid. You then felt his gaze upon you making you quickly look away.

He raised his eyebrow, curiosity struck him as he watched you fiddle with your hands.“Do you want a drink?”

You waved your hands in front of your face. You felt your face heat up as you saw his facial expression. It was no secret that the boy in front of you was cute. His blueish eyes were attacking you right now and that little smirk that was plastered on his face was not doing it any justice. “Um, no I don’t drink alcohol.” 

He chuckled lightly, the mysterious boy grabbed the cup and shook it around. He then motioned for you to look in the cup and you did. “Regular alcohol would start foaming but you see here this is apple juice.” He placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t tell anyone, this is our little secret.”

You giggled, “That’s so creative of you. Can I have some?”

“Sure come on...what’s your name.” 

You both got off from the bench you were sitting on. The guy then waved to his friends indicating that he would be back. “My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N) but (Y/N) is fine.”

“I'm Akaashi Keiji but Akaashi is fine.” 

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” he smirked as he brought the red solo cup back to his lips. 

He pushed the door open before walking into the kitchen of the house. Once again the music began to blast in your ears. The crowd here was more intense here than outside. 

You nearly jumped when Akaashi bent down towards your ear. You calmed down once you figured out he was trying to whisper something in your ear. “If it’s fine with you I’m going to hold your hand while we’re walking through the crowd. I don’t want my new friend getting lost.” 

You nodded your head allowing Akaashi to hold your hand as he led you throughout the crowd. You grew nervous as you felt his larger hand in yours. He led you throughout the crowd, up the stairs, and out a door that led to a patio. It was like a minibar up here, you could look out over the house and see where you were before you came up here. You even saw your best friend Rachel at the beer pong table.

Akaashi was at the fridge near the minibar. You kept a close eye on him as he was fixing your drink. Normally you would have never let a guy fix your drink at a party but since you were here staring at him as he did it you didn’t mind. “Ice or no ice.”

“No ice, people who drink ice with their apple juice are weird.” 

“I like you already.” He grabbed your drink from the counter and led you to the railing of the house. There were tables and couches that were also there. You both sat down on the couch with your apple juices in your hand. You glanced over to Akaashi who was now on his phone scrolling through an app.

“What are you doing?” 

He quickly shut off his phone, placing it beside you. He took a sip of his drink before running his hands through his hair. A now agitated look was plastered on his face.

“I don’t know if you know much about volleyball but our team captain isn’t in the top 3 when it comes to aces. We have a training camp coming up and I’m not sure how he’s going to take the news.”

“Where at?”

“Shinzen High.”

“No way. I’ll be there as well. I’m a volleyball manager at Karasuno High.”

“Really? We might know the same people.”

“I have friends at Nekoma. Do you know Kenma and Kuroo-san?”

“Of course. We’re really close. How do you know them?”

“I met Kenma through a gaming app then I met Kuroo-san at Kenma’s house.”

“ I’ve known Kuroo-san and Kenma for a while now. They’re both here tonight.”

The conversation continued like that for a while. There was not one dry spell during it. You both would steal touches here and there. His hand would accidentally brush across yours. You would give him a gentle push every time he would make a joke. Half the jokes weren’t that funny, you just wanted an excuse to touch his biceps.

The party had died down after Akaashi's friend Bokuto threw himself on top of the table. It caused both of you to drop your conversation. He got too drunk, he climbed into a tree then jumped shoulder first into the table. Akaashi was the first to get to him, he dragged his friend into the house in the guest room. You weren’t too far behind with ice for his shoulder.

“Is he going to be okay?” Your best friends weren’t too far behind you. You and her helped Akaashi place Bokuto on the bed. He was completely out of it, each word that he said would come out as a slur.

“He’s going to be fine. Just put the ice on his shoulder.” You placed the ice on his shoulder, you quickly drew back when you saw him wince out in pain. Akaashi grabbed the bag of ice from your hands to place it on his shoulder. He applied a little pressure as he did, making Bokuto cry out in pain. “That’s for being so reckless Bokuto-san.”

“AAAKAASHI! That hurts!”

Akaashi shot your friend Rachel a glance, she was sitting on the bed along with Bokuto. “I’ll check on him once he not drunk. Rachel, text me when he’s ready.”

Your friend Rachel ushered you both out of the room leaving her and Bokuto alone. 

“Come on, let's finish our conversation.”

You both walked into the living room. The music was still going and all of the party guests had migrated to the couches. He pulled you into a room that was unoccupied. The room was covered with posters and awards. In the corner was a bookshelf filled with books by Shakespeare and Edgar Allen Poe. You grabbed one of the books to skim over it.

“Do you like reading as well?”

The sound of his voice made your knees go weak. It didn’t help that you could feel his breath breathing down your neck. Composure was nonexistent, that word was no longer in your vocabulary.

Turning around you bump into his large toned chest. He was such a sight to look at. Biting your lip, you began to weigh out the pros and cons of kissing him right now. “Fuck it.”

Making your decision you latched your hands on his shoulders pressing your lips against his. You felt his strong arms wrap around your waist pushing against the bookshelf. Both of your hands began to roam the other’s body.

“I asked you if you liked reading, not how the inside of my mouth tastes,” he smirked, Akaashi began to leave trails of kisses down your neck. He stopped once he made it to your collarbone. He began to suck there making you squirm in his hold.

“I  know but I usually don’t do this.” You replied, your hands found their way down to the loops of his pants. You pushed his shirt that was tucked in the front out so you could feel your way up to his toned stomach.

“Me neither (Y/N)-chan.” You felt him smirk against your skin again.

You wrapped one leg around his waist grinding yourself against him. A deep groan escaped his lips as his hardness began to grow. He grabbed your other leg wrapping it around his waist. Akaashi lips never left yours as he did. He walked to the bed laying you down gently. You grabbed the loops of his sweats pulling his hips into yours. Curses escape your lips as he rocks his hips against yours.

“Wait...do you have a condom.”

You shook your head softly. “No.”

“Are you on the pill?”

You bit your lip, “No...is that bad?”

“Uhhh no I just don’t want to have unprotected sex.”

“I’m fine with having unprotected sex.” You attacked his lips again only for him to stop you. You were so intoxicated with him that you didn’t care if he had a condom or not. You only wanted to feel him inside of you.

“No, it’s my problem. I don’t think I could pull out in time. Hold on, I got some condoms somewhere around here.”

Your legs fell from his waist. The aching feeling between your legs was now prominent. You watched from the bed as he searched throughout his things for a condom.

“I’m guessing this is your house?”

“Yeah...Fuck, the day I want to fuck a gorgeous girl is the one day I get rid of my stash.”

You giggled at his sudden outburst, you were now sitting near the top of his bed with one of his pillows in your hands. You watched as he reached for his phone to call a certain someone. The call went straight to voicemail causing him to curse again.

“Hold on, I'll be right back.”

Akaashi left the room, leaving you there alone. He scanned the living room looking for that certain someone. He spotted him near the ping ball table with some girl in his hands.

“Kuroo-san” he yelled over the crowd, the door was still open with his body halfway out of it.

Kuroo glanced up from the table he was at. He excused himself from the crowd to make his way over to Akaashi.

“What’s up?”

“Listen, I need a favor from you.”

“Okay...what is it?”

He hesitates for a bit, “This is so embarrassing but are you packing?”

“Excuse me.” Kuroo questions, “Do I really look like the type to do drugs!?”

“What no! I mean do you have a...condom.” 

Kuroo burst into laughter. It causes everyone to look over at Akaashi and him. “Yeah, I guess.” He reached into his back pocket where his wallet is at. He pulls out the golden packet handing it over to him.

‘I swear I want to punch him in the face.’

Akaashi quickly grabs the packet and places it in his pocket. He glances around to make sure no one sees which room he’s in. He looked back at Kuro with an embarrassed look on his face. “This never happened.”

Kuroo looked past Akaashi to see you sitting on the bed. Akaashi quickly shut the door so he couldn’t see you. “It’s just weird you know...You and (Y/N)-chan about to do the dirty in there. She so innocent and you’re innocent as well….What (Y/N)-chan is having sex!?”

“You don’t think I know that Kuroo-san. I’m about to fuck her brains out! And it’s the fact that you know that I am.” he seethed from embarrassment. 

Kuroo plugged his fingers in his ear. “I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT KAASHI!!”

Akaashi laughs and turns around to walk back into the room. You were still in the same position he last saw you in but you had one of his sports magazines in your hand.

He flopped down on the bed with his hands over his head. He started to mumble something into his blankets that were unclear.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I want to die. There’s no way I can face him again.”

“Who are you talking about?”

“I had to ask Kuroo-san for a fucking condom!” He exclaims, he rolled over on his back placing his forearms over his eyes.

“No way! I’m so ashamed!” 

You both laughed out loud, you glanced down at the condom he had in his hands. On the golden packet, it read ‘sexy devil’. You fell backward on the bed, laughing at the condom in his hands. 

“Babe I don’t even think I can get hard knowing that he knows!”

You climbed on top of him, removing his arms from his eyes. You reached up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. It was heated or forceful like the other ones. “So you’re not in the mood anymore huh?” 

He grinned from ear to ear, “I didn’t say that now did I?” He began to place a kiss along your neck again.

“Wait what should I call you? Akaashi-kun or Keji-kun.” You asked innocently. 

“Call me by my name, the one I gave you if you haven’t forgotten about it.  Just Akaashi, and I’ll make you scream it so loudly you’ll forget about the people outside of our door.” He whispered huskily in your ear before rolling himself on top of you. 

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[shoyotiddies]

paradisin’ w/ u, miya atsumu...

WHERE IN, atsumu and y/n’s feelings are completely obvious yet they’re too dense to acknowledge them. now, atsumu is running towards his infatuation for another, not realizing that she was the one all along.

will their feelings ever get across to one another?

paring: atsumu x f! reader

genre(s): soft fluffy romance, slowburnish, crack, a friends to lovers trope because i’m a whore for that, angsty idiots <//3

warning(s): questionable humor, bad language, will take place in their third year, hq x ocs, half smau.

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an: i mf LOVE this man, it’s so unhealthy 😀🔨🔨

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