#jnt games

[kolegaliterat]

Literat przegląda Internet nr 160

JNT Games to polska firma, w której pracuję od prawie dwóch lat. Robimy tam gry erotyczne, a ostatnio gościliśmy TVGry!

Dalej trzyma mnie Starfield a w międzyczasie siedzę i zajmuję się modeli. Wyskoczyłem na szybkie jeżdżenie Rustlerem na wieś, a potem, co jest oczywiste, odpaliłem Xboksa i wróciłem eksplorować kosmos. Ostatnio też spoglądam w kierunku Monster Huntera, chyba za sprawą tego, że pojawiła się mobilna odsłona tej serii. Nawet mam w przygotowaniu tekst na ten temat! Natomiast dzisiaj będzie o firmie,…

[heich0e]

i just KNOW that iwa would flush bright red all the way up to his ears if a gaggle of girls dressed in JNT merch stopped him and asked for his autograph after a game, quietly uncapping the marker they hand him and scribbling out a nearly illegible signature that he's never practiced on whatever they hold out for him to sign. thanks them about a million times, tells them to get home safe when he leaves

[shoyostar]

𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the popular fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (koutarou bokuto, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa & tobio kageyama). fluff. downbad fiancés. suggestive jokes & allusions to sex. petnames. alcohol. overseas!kageyama & yaku (LDR). reader lives in japan (does not equal being japanese). a little angst.

notes. this part is… a little long! sit down for it ❤︎

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part one can be read here.

dear future husband m.list // hq. masterlist.

KOUTAROU BOKUTO.

“Been awhile since I last drank,” Bokuto cracks his knuckles upon seeing the many selections of beer he gets to choose, fingers twitching eagerly as they hover over the bottles. “Wonder what I should get…”

You sigh beside him jokingly, nudging his shoulder with your elbow, “We don’t have all day, Kou.”

“I’m just looking!” He chuckles, holding his hands up in mock surrender.

He randomly picks up a bottle of Sapporo, rotating it in his hands before nodding to himself, “This seems good!”

You place your hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the studio for a final run through before the broadcast, “Alright, Kou. Now let’s get this started!”

The NHK film crew do a final mic and sound check when you arrive as a staff member seats you both at the table in the centre of the studio, a pile of cards with questions written on them, two shot glasses and the Sapporo bottle your fiancé picked out lined on it’s top.

After fiddling with the microphones hidden inside your clothes, the crew give you two a thumbs up and rush back to their cameras to start the recording.

Bokuto’s entire body is turned towards the cameras, sitting on the edge of his seat as he eagerly greets the viewers, “Hey! I’m Koutarou Bokuto,” he catches your eyes with a bright smile, grabbing your hand from across the table, “And this is my fiancée!”

“And we’ve been together for three years now,” You finish for him, hands folded neatly on the table, the cameras pan to show off the engagment rings that sits prettily on both you and Bokuto’s fingers.

“Four months engaged.”

“And we’re playing truth or drink!” You and Bokuto announce happily together, smiling at each other before turning your bodies back to face the cameras. The film crew adjust their angles, moving their cameras off their stands to get better opening shots of you and your fiancé.

“You guys ready to play?” The head camera crew member asks, giving you the okay to start the game.

The studio lights illuminate the white backdropped room, enveloping your eyes in waves whenever you stare at the camera lenses for a little too long.

You and Bokuto nod as he shifts his gaze towards you, “Want me to go first, Baby?” He asks, already grabbing his shot glass and the bottle of Sapporo. You giggle, “So eager to get drunk, Kou?”

“I told you, it’s been awhile!” He beams, pouring out the alcohol carefully into his shot and grabbing the top card from the pile on the table.

“What do you like most about me?” he reads aloud, looking up at you curiously, “I’m pretty sure you’ve told me this exact answer before.”

“Have I?” you tilt your head in thought, thinking the question over, “I mean, probably. It has been three years, after all.”

Bokuto places the card face down on his side of the table, combing through his hair, “I think when we first started dating, you told me it was my hair.”

“It is nice,” you agree, causing Bokuto to start laughing and in turn making you giggle as well. The two of you are already giddy and snickering despite no alcohol being present in your systems yet, “But I think now that we’re engaged, I can give a more detailed answer.”

“Oh?”

He leans over the table excitedly, a wide grin plastered across his face, “Tell me, Baby! What do you like most about me?” His hand is still placed atop of yours, the perfectly cut gems in both of your rings twinkling in sync underneath the studio lights, perfectly complimenting you fiancé’s eyes.

You hum in faux thought for a moment before smirking, “Hmm, your muscles.”

Bokuto’s smile drops slightly to a pout, still keeping his bright composure while masking his lowered grin, “Awe, Baby I thought you were going to say something like, real deep and emotional!” He jests, “Like how you love that I make you smile, y’know?”

You throw your head back in laughter, nudging his shoulder with your free hand, “I’m kidding, Kou!” Your smile is genuine when you see how disappointed he was at first at your reply, looking straight into his eyes as a way reassure him.

“Yes, Kou. What I like most is that you make me the happiest every day I’m with you.”

His smile brightens significantly, a chuckle of his own escaping his lips as he leans back into his chair, “Damn, played by my own girl.”

He slides the pile of cards over to you with a mischievous smirk, “Not that I’m complaining.”

You take the top card off the pile and read it over, fingers twirling the empty shot glass in your hands. Your lips purse as you try to contain the giggles making their way up your throat while reading the question on the card, hands quivering in silent laughter.

“Have you ever wanted to fuck one of our friends while with me?” Bokuto’s eyes seem to pop out of his head at the vast difference and shift in questions, turning to the NHK staff while laughing, “Are you sure this is okay to broadcast?”

The film crew nod, to which Bokuto shrugs, “Alright, then,” before turning back to you. “Uhh, can I just like- take a shot right now?”

“You’d rather drink than not tell me?” You joke, pouring out the Sapporo for your fiancé, “Damn, Kou. Do I not satisfy you enough?”

“Of course you do!” He corrects himself hastily, “It’s just, uh..” he leans in closer to you whisper in your ear quietly, “I don’t want to say Atsumu on national T.V...”

Your hand flies to your mouth in shock, shoulders shaking as you try to contain your cackles, “Atsumu?” you repeat in a hushed tone, making sure you heard him correctly. “Him?”

“He’s got nice hair!”

You both start to laugh at how hair seems to be a common appealing trait you notice in people. Shaking your head in mock disappointment, you shove the stack of questions back over to your fiancé’s side for his turn.

“What is the most embarrassing thing you caught me doing when I thought I was alone?” Bokuto asks, reading from the card he picked off the top of the pile and glancing back up at you.

You hum in thought for a moment, pondering the question.

“Uhm, I think that time you were rehearsing your Valentines day speech to me before we went out to eat at that restaurant a few years ago,” you reveal cautiously, “but you were using a pillow with a photo of my face taped on it as a stand-in.”

Bokuto’s jaw drops at the revelation, nearly falling out of his chair from the shock of what you just divulged to him, “You were there? Watching me do that?”

You have to practically fight the cackle bubbling it’s way up your throat, a smile creeping onto your face when you answer, “Yes, Kou. But it was sweet, so I didn’t mention it to you.”

“You kept that a secret for two years?” He asks again, and you nod.

Your fiancé’s face remains stunned for a few more moments before breaking out into a smile of his own, hand running down his face while laughing to himself. “Damn, I must’ve looked so dumb.”

“I thought it was cute!” You attempt to salvage things, giggling as you pick up the next question card, this time it’s for Bokuto.

“What part of wedding planning is the most challenging part for you?”

“The money…” He pouts, taking the card from you to read it over again before turning to the cameras.

“Weddings are so damn expensive— Did you know wedding flowers can cost up to two million yen?” He exclaims in shock, “For flowers!”

You sigh, plucking the question card from his hand and setting aside on his pile with a smile, “This is why you should leave the financial decisions to me, Kou. Our floral arrangements will not be that expensive, I can assure you.”

“Of course, Baby,” he grins, “I trust you completely on that,” his hands move to pick up the next card, lifting the corner and taking a peek at the question before flipping it over and reading it.

“What is something you’ve wanted to try in the bedroom but haven’t told me about?”

“Impact play,” comes your answer a bit too hastily to be considered normal.

Bokuto has a silent stare off with you for a few seconds after before you both break out in hysterical laughter, your fiancé cackling at how fast and prepared you were when you answered while you exclaim that’s why you could never tell him.

“Baby, that was so fast!” Bokuto reels over the table, pounding his fist into the wood while howling with laughter, gripping his empty shot glass in hand.

“Were you— were you that prepared to answer?”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you make an attempt to defend your response, “I know you’d absolutely wreck me if we tried, that’s why I never asked!”

“I mean…” He trails off, glancing at you and letting his eyes roam your ring finger as a smirk makes it’s way onto his face, leaning closer to you over the table. “We could always try it at home later—”

“Last question!” You interrupt him, pulling the cards over to your side and grabbing the last question from the stack, you see Bokuto’s smile drop when he sits back in his seat from how you changed topics until he sees you wink at him from the corner of his eye.

“What is something you wish to tell me before we get married?”

Bokuto’s eyes light up at his question, holding up his shot of Sapporo and beaming brightly. Despite not drinking much during your game, his cheeks are flushed like he’s been drunk on your love this entire time, eyes crinkling with glee when he smiles.

“I hope I can keep being this happy when i’m with you after marriage,” He declares, “I love you, Baby.”

“I love you too, Kou,” you smile with him, raising your own shot to clink your two glasses together and down them simultaneously, the cool smoothness of the beer running down your throats.

You can feel the mild bitterness on your tongue afterwards, it leaves it’s taste behind even several hours after your drinking game when you two return to your shared home.

But the sincerity in Bokuto’s eyes when they fell on you back in the studio, and the way he gazes at you like you’re the only thing in his world even with the several NHK staff and film members recording your every move washes that all away instantaneously, overpowering it with sheer sweetness.

It’s just not one you can taste as easily as the flavour of Sapporo.

You might not have gotten drunk that night, but Bokuto’s certain he’s been drunk on your love for the entirety of all three years you’ve been together and wouldn’t mind if things stayed like this forever.

MORISUKE YAKU.

“You’re going down, sweetheart,” Yaku warns you with a teasing wink, lifting the bottle of Vodka in his hands to inspect the label, “Playing in the Russian League gives me an alcohol tolerance advantage that you don’t have.”

“I didn’t know just playing in Russia meant you were an experienced drinker,” you hum, playing along with his jokes for the fun of it. “I don’t think athletes are supposed to consume a lot of vodka anyways.”

“Well, you might as well back out now,” Yaku advises, shrugging with a sly grin, one of the camera crew’s members rushes up to fix the loose microphone on his suit before scurrying back to their position.

“Don’t wanna get beaten by your own fiancé now, do you?”

You merely roll your eyes at his antics, a reluctant smile making it’s way onto your face as you realign the messy stack of cards on your table, sounds of the director doing a final run through of lights and cameras are heard around you.

“Yeah yeah, save it for after you get wasted, Mori.”

The cameras start up as the director nods in your direction, indicating for you two to introduce yourselves to the viewers tuning in, Yaku holds your hand as he recites his lines.

“Hi, I’m Morisuke Yaku,” your fiancé beams, giving your hand a comforting squeeze, “And this right here, is my wonderful fiancée, whom I adore very much.”

Even several years later, Yaku’s swoon worthy words have an effect on you after all this time, making you feel like you’re still in that young and eager love stage. Attempting to hide your giddy face from him, you turn to face the camera as well with a wide grin.

“We’ve been together for four and a half years,” You gush, the sparkling engagement band on your finger being shown outwardly when the cameras zoom in for a closer look. “Engaged for eight months, now.”

“And today, we’ll be playing truth or drink,” Yaku reveals to the excited viewers, the cameras change positions to new angles while the sound crew makes sure your microphones are picking up your words.

After signaling to the director that they are indeed working, he asks you two, “Are you ready to play?”

You and Yaku both agree as he opens the bottle of Vodka, pouring it into your shot glass first before he pours out his own, “Hm, what a gentleman you are, Mori.” You joke, noticing he gave you your alcohol first before serving himself any.

“Always, for you.” He sighs dreamily, setting the bottle down beside him and pushing the cards over to you with his familiar cheshire grin. “And because I’m such a gentleman, you should go first, love.”

You stifle a laugh into the palm of your hand at the sudden switch in personality but take the top card off anyway, flipping it over and reading the question for Yaku written on it, “What is one thing you wish I did more of in our relationship?”

He groans, slumping down in his seat with his Vodka in hand, “Fly over to come visit me overseas,” he jokingly groans, faux-booing you with a thumbs down and all as he turns to the film crew.

“Did you know she doesn’t get on the first plane to Russia whenever I ask, can you believe her?”

You merely snicker at his jeers and turn your card over, placing it down on the table beside your shot. “Well I’m sorry, but I’m unable to predict whenever you’ll miss me spontaneously.”

“It’s not spontaneous,” Yaku argues, “I tell you like, two minutes in advance.”

You raise an eyebrow at his claims, “Wanna bet, Mori? I have screenshots.”

“Maybe I’ll just drink to this instead.”

You both giggle as he shakes his head in defeat, taking the next card off the pile and reading out loud the first question for you.

“Have you ever—” Yaku begins to lose his composure as he reads, holding back his giggles before sputtering out, “faked an orgasm with me?”

You burst out into laughter as Yaku discards the card to his side, head thrown back in hysterics while using the table to stabilize himself.

“Well?” He asks, wiping the tears that have begun to form around his eyes, “Have you?”

You begin to reach for your Vodka shot, causing your fiancé to break out into another, more excessive fit of cackles, “Are you serious, honey?”

“Okay well, maybe!” You confess wholeheartedly, raising the Vodka to your lips, “Back when we were first dating!”

Yaku scoffs disapprovingly, but you can tell he’s not seriously mad when you down the vodka and he’s looking at you worriedly, asking if it was too strong for you afterwards.

You dismiss his concerns, saying it’s fine and that you can handle it before he relaxes and pushes the cards back over to you.

“Have you ever had a dream about me cheating on you?” You ask him, Yaku’s face immediately sours at his question, you look to him expectantly and wait for his reply.

“… Ugh, yes,” he begrudgingly admits after a few moments of silence, eyebrows furrowing as he recalls it unpleasantly, “I had a dream once where you cheated on me with Lev.”

“Lev?” You cackle, “The— the 6’5 russian guy from your highschool volleyball team??”

Yaku’s hand moves to his vodka-filled shot glass, “Yes,” he moans, “It was awful. Hope I never see Lev butt-naked in my dreams ever again.”

“You don’t have to drink to this one, Mori,” you giggle as Yaku downs his vodka quickly, not even flinching at the burn, maybe he was right about the tolerance advantage. “Since you answered it.”

“Ah, don’t care,” he groans, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his suit, “After having to reimagine that scene, I needed the alcohol.”

Yaku takes the next card off the pile of questions skeptically, flipping it over and reading it out loud.

“Do you have any insecurities when it comes to me playing overseas in Russia?”

The question causes you to stop and think as Yaku places the card face down next to him, pouring another shot and sliding it over to you. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart.”

His gentle tone reassures you but you shake your head, pushing the vodka away, “No it’s okay, I don’t mind saying it.” Yaku looks surprised but nods understandingly, taking the glass back and giving you the room to process your next words while he remains quiet.

“I think my only insecurity is not knowing if you’re safe while overseas,” you admit to your fiancé. Yaku doesn’t say anything in response, knowing you have more to say as he lets you say what you need while silently encouraging you to elaborate.

“I hate not having you beside me because I don’t know where you are, and I just miss you a lot you know?”

Yaku’s cheek rests against the palm of his hand, concern washing over his face again as he looks across the table to you, “Awe, honey. I didn’t know you felt that way,” he coos, “do you hate whenever I leave for volleyball season?”

You shrug dismissively, the weight of your words beginning to catch up to you as your voice becomes quieter, trailing off at the end. “I mean, I don’t hate it, but like- I wanna know you’re alright while in Russia…”

Yaku’s about to speak when you shake your head dismissively, “It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” before you’re reaching for the deck of cards, already pulling the top question up and flipping it over to read.

Your eyes drag over the words as a pit begins to form inside your stomach. The next question for Yaku causes you to cringe, still reeling from the uneasiness of the last one as you awkwardly ask him, “Have you… ever regretted or had doubts about our engagement?”

Yaku’s face of concern turns into one of astonishment, he looks almost appalled at how unsure you look and sound while asking him.

“Absolutely not,” he states firmly, holding your hand that holds engagement band on it, you can feel the distress radiating off him as he reassures you in a hushed tone.

“I’ve never once regretted proposing to you, and I fully intend on marrying you.”

Yaku’s words dislodge the lump in your throat as you begin to chuckle to yourself, eyes looking down at his hand where the engagement ring he wears that matched your own. “I’m sorry if you thought I was doubting you, Mori. It’s just—”

“You don’t need to justify your feelings,” Yaku reiterates sternly, “I know, okay? You don’t need to explain this on live T.V.”

Knowing he’s only trying to make sure nothing of what you say can be interpreted wrongly later by media, you nod as he sighs in relief with an uneasy smile.

“I think this next question is our last one,” he announces, his smile morphing back into that familiar cheshire grin, the one that always brightens your day. You think he’s doing it in an attempt to lighten the mood, or maybe he just naturally makes you happy.

Yaku picks up the final question card and flips it over, reading it over with a calm smile, “What have you enjoyed most about being engaged to me?” His voice is gentle as he looks up to you, placing the card down on his pile.

“Well, love?” He encourages you, knowing he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable he gives you the choice, “Do you want to answer, or take a drink?”

You’d be a fool to drink at this question, there isn’t anything to drink for here but there’s just so much about being engaged to Yaku that you love that you can’t quite find the words for it. And while the majority of your engagement has been spent with Yaku being away in Russia, it doesn’t mean you enjoy it any less than if he were with you in Japan.

“… I enjoy knowing you will always be with me,” you begin to speak slowly, making sure your words are clear and concise while twirling your empty shot glass in hand absentmindedly.

Trying to fit all you want to say to your fiancé in a few words is tough, but you manage to shorten it enouhh to say all you want to tell him. “Because even while you’re playing overseas, I know you will always come back home to me.”

Yaku’s face unexpectedly heats up at your words, the apples of his cheeks turning bright red as his lips form into a shy and nervous grin, one isn’t anything like the mischievous and playful personality you’re accustomed to seeing while with him.

“I… I love you, sweetheart.” He manages to speak after some time, loosening the collar of his dress shirt nervously, but the smile on his face never falters. “I always have and always will.”

He extends his hand out to you, motioning for you to give him your shot glass. You hand it to him and he pours out some Vodka, sliding it back over to you once full before filling his own.

“Yes, honey,” he whispers unconsciously while pouring his alcohol, and it’s the happiest you’ve seen him all day. From his flushed complexion, dopey smile and euphoric demeanour, he appears to be glowing. Or maybe it’s the blaring lights behind him that are playing tricks on you.

Your fiancé has never looked so sure of himself until this moment, Yaku’s eyes never straying from yours as he raises his shot glass, breaking into his biggest smile yet.

“I will always come back home to you. No matter how long we are apart for,” and to that, you both cheer, clinking your glasses as you toast to your engagement.

Downing the alcohol in unison, the bitter sting of the Vodka attacks your throats relentlessly, but neither you or Yaku care about that in this moment or the next.

The world’s most intense Vodka brewed directly in the heart of Moscow, Russia could never be so strong as to have an effect on either of you when you’re in the presence of each other. You’re certain that Yaku would drown himself in the harshest of Vodka’s if it meant it was all for you.

A little Vodka is nothing compared to what he’d go through for you.

The way Yaku’s entire demeanour changes when with you, the largest of smiles etched onto his face for a side he only shows while you’re with him here, in Japan.

Remaining wholely committed to you even while seperated by land and sea is all a true testament to your relationship, and it puts your heart at ease.

Yaku may not always be at home; but Yaku knows that home is with you, and he knows he’ll always be with you in due time.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA.

“Oh, he’s a lightweight,” you tell the film crew who are adjusting their camera stands nearby as Kiyoomi pulls out the chair at the table for you to sit at, giggling when you hear the faintest muffled groan come from underneath his face mask.

Sitting atop the table is a bottle of Scotch, the deck of question cards and two shot glasses on it’s sanitized surface as per request by your fiancé.

“This’ll be so easy for me.”

“As if,” Kiyoomi scoffs, taking his own seat across from you and scooching his chair forward, “I’ll beat you and then have to hear you drunkenly cry about it back home later for the next several hours.”

“Nope,” you declare mischievously, folding your arms over the table and laying your head in them while looking up at your fiancé, “Hey, did you know Atsumu told me you’re an emotional drunk?”

You can see Kiyoomi’s eyes twitch underneath his thick black locs, hand reaching to grip his hair in annoyance. “That fucking—”

The director interrupts him unexpectedly when he calls to the rest of the crew in the studio for everyone to take their places behind the cameras, Kiyoomi sighs deeply as his shoulders relax and he leans back in his chair waiting for the broadcast to begin.

“I’m Kiyoomi Sakusa,” he states to the viewers plainly, barely acknowledging the cameras pointed straight at his face when he motions to you, “And this is my fiancée of almost a year.”

You can hear the way his voice softens lightly when referring to you as his fiancée.

“We’ve been together for four years now,” You welcome the viewers much more warmly than your fiancé does, announcing eagerly, “Engaged for eleven months, and we’re playing truth or drink!”

Again, you’re a lot more excited than Kiyoomi is when the director asks, “You guys okay to start playing?” but he agrees to it nonetheless, the subtle nod of his head doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

Kiyoomi grabs the stack of cards full of questions and shuffles the deck around a bit, when asked by the director why he did so he answers, “So if anyone planted any weird questions at the top of the pile for her they’re pushed to the bottom.”

After reorganizing the cards, Kiyoomi hands the stack to you, letting you have first pick of the game. You try to argue, but he doesn’t listen.

“Ladies go first,” he says, expectantly waiting for you to start.

You take the first card of the newly shuffled deck and begin to read it for your fiancé, “Favourite memory of us, pre-engagement or post-engagement?”

Kiyoomi taps his empty glass against the mahogany of the table repeatedly for a brief moment, thinking it over before letting out a deep sigh-turned groan, reaching over and pouring out some Scotch for himself as you sit back in stunned shock at his actions.

“Wait, what—”

“Don’t question me,” he rasps, lowering his face mask and downing his shot with ease, there’s hints of floral notes in the Scotch he can taste.

He pulls his mask back up seconds later and looks up at you, you swear you can see a smirk forming under his mask from the way his eyes lift in amusement afterwards, causing your cheeks to heat up at what he could’ve been thinking about that he had to take a shot to get out of saying it.

Finishing off his Scotch, your fiancé takes both the top card off the deck and his empty shot glass before reading aloud his first question for you.

“What was your first impression of me when we met?” Kiyoomi reads monotonously, his stare hardens when he notices you jokingly reaching for your shot glass, tossing the card over to your side with a groan.

“Really?” He huffs, arms crossed over his chest and glaring halfheartedly at your tease. “Didn’t Motoya say you like… hated me at first or something?”

“I didn’t hate you,” you giggle, pouring the Scotch into your glass while avoiding your fiancé’s gaze, “I just.. am a little thirsty right now.”

“Haha,” Kiyoomi laughs dryly, watching as you down your shot quickly, the citrusy notes in the Scotch make it pleasant to drink. “You’re soo funny, dear. Must be really thirsty today.”

“I am,” you wink, placing your glass back down on the table before taking the next card off the pile.

“What is the most embarrassing nickname for me you have in mind?” Kiyoomi asks, and you snort.

“It’s only embarrassing because Atsumu came up with it…” you turn to the cameras to whisper to the viewers, facing your fiancé who’s giving you a skeptic look that soon turns into existential dread when you begin to snicker.

He groans, “I swear to god if it’s Omi-Omi—”

“It’s Omi-Omi.”

You can practically feel the annoyance radiating off of Kiyoomi while you bat your eyelashes innocently at him, playful shrug of your shoulders as you pull the cards back over to your side, taking the next card off the deck while your fiancé whispers something about killing Atsumu at the next practice from across the table.

“What colour or colours are your favorite on me?” You look up at the director almost immediately before Kiyoomi can even open his mouth, “Can I just say it— Because I know.”

The director nods, “He told me once it was black and gold,” Kiyoomi mumbles something incoherent under his breath, whatever he’s saying being muffled by his nask as he hides his face away from the cameras, the camera crew exchange a look amongst themselves.

“Aren’t those the colours of the MSBY Black Jackals?” One of the crew members mentions offhandedly and you smirk, looking over to your flustered fiancé with the most shit-eating grin you can muster, “Yes, yes they are.”

“Should’ve just let me answer instead,” he mutters while pulling out the next card from the deck to move the game along, coughing as his face slowly returns to it’s natural colour.

He chuckles when he reads it over, “How would you spend an entire week without me?” he turns to the cameras with his own smug face, placing the card down on the table. “She doesn’t.”

“I can,” you interject and he gives you a deadpan stare, “Yeah, can. Doesn’t mean you do, though.”

“Anyways,” you swerve back to your answer, taking the card from his side and reading it over yourself.

“I would have a very relaxing week without you, consisting mostly of singing and dancing in our empty kitchen without you to judge me.”

“I don’t judge you.”

“Yes you do.”

“Nope.”

You two could probably have this back and fourth for hours on end but you stop when you catch the director’s eye, one of his assistants motions to you hurriedly that it’s nearly time to end the broadcast.

With that in mind, you pick up the last question card, flipping it over and reading it for Kiyoomi.

“What’s one thing you’d like to tell me at the alter if you couldn’t say anything else.”

“That I love you,” Kiyoomi says almost immediately, tracing the rim of his shot glass with his ring finger delicately, you can hear the gentleness in his voice when he speaks. “And that I hope you’ll always be my lover, whatever that means for us in the future.”

“That’s more than one thing, Kiyo.”

“I don’t care.”

You scoff playfully, tossing the card aside and pouring out two shots of Scotch for you and your fiancé. Whilst handing him his glass your rings bump together momentarily, the clinking of the diamonds makes the two of you smile, though Kiyoomi’s is hidden underneath his mask.

“Cheers, my dear,” he mutters softly, lowering his mask again to drink and allowing you to finally see the beautiful smile he hides underneath, usually reserved only for you.

“Cheers, Kiyo,” and you two drink, the Scotch tastes lovely and refined on both of your tongues when it runs down your throats with ease.

It’s light and sophisticated, and the flavour profile fits Kiyoomi so well. You consider telling him that, but refrain because you think he won’t understand what you mean; not knowing he’s thinking the exact same about you.

Kiyoomi thinks you two may be a match made in heaven, if such a thing exists then it perfectly encapsulates the two of you.

As the cameras cut and several crew members rush around the studio, Kiyoomi doesn’t notice any of that in this moment— his gaze continues to be locked onto you wholly; lovingly enraptured by the beautiful image of you across from him that he hopes will be burned into the back of his head like the taste of this Scotch, but for many years to come and not just a mere few hours.

Kiyoomi can drink Scotch at any time he pleases, but being married to you is something he is excited for and craves everyday of his life as the days on the calender tick down to your wedding, it keeps him motivated to continue each day if he knows it’s just one day closer to a life with you, one where he knows you will be with him every day going forward.

The day you two will finally be united as one. Kiyoomi can’t wait for that morning to come, when night falls and after the ceremony is done he can finally refer to you as his wife and not just his fiancée.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA.

Tobio gulps upon seeing the Sake being poured into his shot glass by the NHK staff member, being handed the alcohol before they pour out another shot for you, to which you graciously accept with a smile and nod of your head.

“Uhh…” His piercing gaze reaches across to you across the table, nervously fiddling with the glass in hand as he twirls it inbetween his fingers, “I don’t, really hold alcohol well, love..”

“Really?” You stare at him blankly, squinting down at the alcohol in your own shot, “what do you drink in Italy then, Tobio?”

“Limoncello,” he sighs, “but it’s supposed to be sipped slowly, not downed like shots usually are.” He makes a face as the thought of attempting to drink Limoncello like shots ripples through his mind, it would most definitely not end well for him.

You chuckle and give him a reassuring smile, placing your hand over his gently. The diamond on his ring is cool to the touch when you run your thumb over it, with sharp and well defined cut corners. “You’ll be fine, Tobio.”

He nods unsurely but allows the NHK camera crew to do their final run through, making sure everything is in order before the cameras begin to roll and the director is motioning for you both to recite your lines.

Your fiancé’s voice is a little strained, a faint stutter can be heard as he speaks slowly, “I’m… Tobio Kageyama,” he manages to say before craning his head to his left, across the table.

“And I’m her fiancé,” his eyes shift towards you as you give the cameras a polite wave, “We’re playing… truth or drink.”

“We’ve been together for five years,” You excitedly tell the viewers, holding up your ring finger to show off the dazzling diamond atop it, “And engaged for two.”

The director asks from out of frame, “Why have you two been engaged for so long?” A question that most viewers are probably wanting to know, Tobio answers it for you.

“I wanted to marry her sooner,” he timidly admits, looking down at his lap to avoid the harsh glares of the camera lenses, “But with me playing in Ali Roma, it’s hard to plan things out, I guess.”

You nod, “Besides,” you chime in giddily, taking over for him, “It’s fun to be in this little engaged stage for a long time, makes everyday that bit more exciting.”

You ramble on about how fun it is to call Tobio during his off days; calling him at three in the morning in Japan while in Italy it’s 7PM to tell him about a cute floral arrangement you saw earlier that day while shopping that you’d love to have at your wedding.

Facetiming him in the dark of the night, wrapped in blankets and wearing his highschool volleyball jersey to ask him what kind of food from Italy he wants to incorporate into the wedding menu, and texting him photos of different style of wedding dresses you’re considering wearing on your big day while getting out of the shower.

You unintentionally forget about your jittery mess of a fiancé while you speak, beaming as bright as the glowering studio lights as Tobio looks at you amazed.

Tobio’s nervousness slowly fades when he sees the ring on your finger and just how happy you are to be engaged to him. It’s always been a worry of his that you hate the long wait to get married to him, that playing overseas would hurt your relationship because of long he is away from home at times.

But your gleeful joy in telling thousands of viewers in real time that you love just being engaged to him for two years; that you don’t mind it at all, brings some peace of mind to his fragile heart.

“Are you two ready to play?”

Knuckles slowly unclenching as he takes a deep breath, he nods his head to the director, indicating the start of the game. He starts first, picking up the first card from the pile.

“What is the most awkward date we’ve ever been on?” Tobio’s face drops immediately upon reading, turning the card face down on the table and turning to the director, “Can I start over? Or make her drink?”

“It’s her choice if she wants to answer or drink.” The director answers.

Tobio turns to you hastily, eyes practically pleading with you not to say what you have on your mind, he’s already inside your mind and fears for what you could potentially reveal on national television, causing you to erupt in a fit of giggles as you reach for the Sake.

“Fine, fine. I won’t say, Tobio.” You’ve never seen your fiancé so relieved, almost seeing the metaphorical weight lifting off his shoulders with your own eyes when you take the shot.

The Sake is sweet, like sticky rice. It’s feels cool when it hits the back of your tongue and nice to drink, reminding you of the Italian sweets Tobio would send you from Italy. Noting that they’d pair nicely with Sake, you consider getting Tobio to send you more of them in the mail soon.

“You owe me for that one, Tobio,” you chuckle after finishing your shot, “Whatever the next question is you have to answer it.” He groans in protest but agrees after some convincing as you reach for the question pile and grab your first question for him.

“Have you kept a secret hobby or interest hidden from me?”

Shockingly, Tobio nods his head and unexpectedly calm about the question he was supposedly ‘forced’ to answer, “I got into gardening when I first came to Italy.”

“You what?” You utter, delightfully surprised at this revelation, “What plants do you take care of in Italy?”

“I have a few hanging Boston Fern and Ivy in some pots around my apartment…” Tobio tells you, adverting his gaze from your eyes the more your smile grows towards him. “I didn’t mean to keep them from you, I just… forgot to mention it everytime we call.”

“Tobio…” You laugh at how empty headed your fiancé can be at times, sometimes you think he’d forget his head if it weren’t secured to his body. “We call almost every day!”

“Yeah, but you usually call me late at night!” He defends himself, “I don’t normally leave my room that late at night, so you never see them!”

You shake your head in disbelief at this, faux disappointment at your fiancé for keeping this interest of his hidden for so long, “When I visit you in Rome, you have to show me these plants, deal?”

He nods in approval at that arrangement, a small smile creeping onto his face as he takes the next card off the deck, “Have you pretended to like a gift I gave you when you actually didn’t?”

You consider reaching for the Sake but reel your hand back at the last second, deciding to tell him straight up.

“Yeah, the lingerie you sent me a few months ago.”

“You didn’t like it?”

Tobio’s mouth hangs open, visibly swallowing his shame away as he sets the question card down on the table, a hand running through his hair in deep thought.

“Okay well, didn’t like isn’t the right word per se—”

“Was it the style?” Tobio begins interrogating you sternly, brows furrowed and that determined look in his eyes you’re so familiar with while watching his volleyball matches.

“Was it the colour, or was it too flimsy? I tried going to a new store that time, I knew I should’ve just stuck to the other one—”

“Tobio!”

He’s immediately brought out of his thoughts by your cackles, blinking as he’s focused on your laughing figure in front of him. His cheeks are tinted a dark shade of red, thinking he’s said something embarrassing when he whispers a low, “Yes, love?”

Through fits of giggles and laughter, you barely manage to sputter out, “It was just the wrong size, babe!”

Tobio’s eyes widen significantly at the reveal, looking down at his hands where his engagement ring sits comfortably in his ring finger, feeling his body shrink in on itself further into his seat while you’re howling across from him.

If you were seated beside each other he’s sure you’d be slapping his arm too for good measure.

“C-can we move onto the next question…” He mumbles just above the microphone strapped to his dress shirt’s minimum level to pick up sounds. If his old highschool teammates were here— if Hinata were here, god, he’d never hear the end of it. “Please?”

Finally settling down from your giggly high, you vaguely nod, still catching your breath when you reach for the next question card on the pile and flip it over as Tobio tries his best to calm down his reddened face.

“What is the most romantic thing your partner has ever done for you?”

After Tobio’s managed to relax himself, he thinks the question over, chin in hand as his gaze lands directly on the Sake bottle on the table beside him where he gets lost in thought while mulling over the question.

“I think…” he mutters to himself, “When you told me it was okay to go play in Ali Roma, instead of discouraging me to stay in Japan.”

His answer legitimately surprises you, “Is that, really your response, Tobio?”

He nods, hands reaching up to the nape of his neck. “Yeah… I don’t know if romantic is the right word, I guess.“

“But knowing you were there to support me; even if I could tell you were scared for me going overseas, it felt like the most romantic gesture someone could ever do to me.”

Tobio blinks, suddenly remembering his words are being broadcasted on national T.V and coughing awkwardly, “Uh, yeah, that’s my answer.”

He begins to notice the gazes of the rest of the film crew and director that are burning right through him, feeling the colour returning to his cheeks.

Tobio looks over to you anxiously, finding you with the brighest eyes he’s ever seen, he could get lost in them if he stared into them long enough. You purse your lips for a moment, before a smile blossoms across your face.

“Wow, Tobio,” you breathe out dreamily, “That was… so sweet of you to say,” Tobio has a hard time meeting your gaze, you can tell he’s still feeling anxious so you grab his hand and force him to look you in the eye.

“I will always support you, okay?” You tell him firmly, he’s a bit startled at how forward you’re being but nods before you quickly add, “Even if I don’t like being so far away from you, you don’t need to worry about me. Don’t be so nervous about this, alright?”

Tobio’s lips quiver into a strained frown before he sighs, “It’s not that simple,” you feel his hand give yours a light squeeze for comfort, interlocking his fingers with your own. “I wish I could just… not be so worried for you. But I love you too much for that.”

“Loving me means you understand that no matter what, I am right behind you,” you voice to him directly. “Maybe not physically, but no matter where you go, I will follow eventually.”

Tobio goes silent for a few seconds, even when he knows dozens of people in this studio— hundreds of thousands are watching him live, he’s only looking at you; having eyes only for you. With a shaky nod of his head, he finally manages to crack a smile.

“I understand.”

Releasing your hand from his grip, he pulls his next question for you from the pile, looking far more relaxed than he did at the beginning of your game. He’s comfortable in this stage of your relationship, even if he knows that others think it’s strange— the distance between you two, the long engagement period.

He knows the only opinion that should matter to him—that does matter to him is yours alone.

“When you hear my name in public, what comes to your mind?”

“That you have done another amazing set,” You answer with ease, allowing yourself to feed his ego for once. “Or won another game, who knows at this point? You can do it all.”

Tobio seems satisfied with that answer, even uncharacteristically relishing in your praise. “Ah, I am pretty good at volleyball, aren’t I?”

You lean over the table to punch his shoulder lightly, a teasing grin dances on your lips which matches his own, “Yeah yeah, you’re welcome for being so supportive of my fiancé.”

“Well thank you then, love.”

One of the camera crew’s members motions to the director, indicating it’s almost time to wrap up the broadcast. Feeling at peace, you grab the final card of the question deck, eyes flickering to Tobio as you read.

“Anything else you’d like to say to me about our engagement?”

Tobio takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he speaks. He wants to make sure he tells you everything on his mind, but maybe that will have to wait for another time— a more private time.

One that isn’t being broadcasted on national television. So he’ll settle for the next best course.

“I just wanted to say…” He hesitates for a moment, his mouth opening and closing at times until he can find his bearings. “That being engaged to you has taught me a lot of things.”

You’re about to say something in response until he holds his hand up, indicating he isn’t done yet.

“And… I wouldn’t mind if we stayed like this forever.”

Tobio notices the slight look of confusion in your eyes as he continues, “Wh-what I mean is, uh… even though we aren’t married yet, you make me so happy that I feel like I could be okay with what we have.”

“I still want to marry you!” He blurts out worriedly in an attempt to explain himself, “But knowing you’re not bothered by how long we’re engaged for is enough to reassure me that no matter how long we wait for, I’ll still be as happy as the day we marry.”

Tobio shuts his eyes, burying his head in his hands from sheer embarrassment, “Fuck, that was so stupid sounding-”

“Hey now..” You pry his hands away from his face with a pout, leaning across the table’s surface to cup his cheek, “That wasn’t stupid, that was sweet!”

“Really?” He asks, unsure if he believes you, “I’m not really good with my words, y’know.”

“Well I understood what you meant,” you smile, pressing a kiss to your ring finger and placing it on your fiancé’s lips, “And I feel the same way.”

Tobio’s face erupts into a bright scarlet red as you pour the two of you a shot of Sake each, downing them together with your rings on prominent display for all of Japan to see.

Your fiancé is still quite popular in Japan despite now playing overseas, overhearing the NHK film crew and the thousands of viewers who tuned in were watching his broadcast with you while dying in laughter.

It’s not laughter to mock him however— as he soon finds out when after the cameras cut and he can still hear the staff talking about how adorable he looked during the live special.

And his old highschool friends blowing up his phone, sending him clips of his broadcast with hearts and kissy face emojis, but you swear to him that it’s all well intentioned. Maybe not Tsukishima’s to some extent, but nontheless.

All Tobio knows he can do is sigh, turn his phone off and settle into your arms after everything’s been said and done. His time in Japan is limited after all, he has to fly back to Italy in a few days time.

He knows it hurts to leave you again, and you hate sending him off at the airport. He wishes he could marry you immediately— but there’s still so much to be done until that day can arrive.

Tobio doesn’t know when the lucky day will come when you can instead wear a wedding ring on your finger rather than an engagement ring, but as Tobio has discovered today; the two of you will be okay until then despite it all.

It takes a lot to make Tobio anxious about your engagement, but it also takes a lot to shake the strong foundation the two of you have built with each other over the years.

The two of you have planned your future with each other as the main component of it all in the centre of it for as long as you can remember, and he’s prepared to withstand any obstacles that threaten his happiness with you.

Tobio is at ease knowing you have his back, and he has yours even while separated by thousands of miles of stretching oceans and ground.

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[afterthelambs]

Some people in the haikyuu fandom think the JNT only plays together on olympic years, when in reality there's annual tournaments like the VNL and world championships and even the asian games for a quarter of every year, so basically what Im saying is that the haikyuu dudes would absolutely spend all their time together and be besties for life

[atc-iwaizumi]

Just thinking about the JNT's bus after they win games. It's rowdy. It's a party. And most importantly, they convince Iwaizumi to partake in post game karaoke!

[astrowaffles]

A through Z for the ask game >:]

HI JAMMIE

this is another long one, bear with me!

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Uhhhhh well obviously I'm loving the gojo & megumi father-son shit at the moment, it really heals the depression. ALSO @grungeeuvu (alt. account @grungiiuvu) has gotten me back into MXTX, especially TGCF, so fengqing is top of my romantic ship list at the moment. I keep meaning to write something for them. Whoopsies.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

my jjk moots are going to think i'm insane for this, but itafushi. It did NOT occur to me when I watched the anime, but then someone suggested it to me and then I rewatched with new eyes and ... yeah. itafushi canon.

also kuromikashou. I'm a fan of that now, too.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

the rats are going to absolutely hate this announcement, but ushioi and oikage. Hate them both. oisuga? sure. iwaoi? love it. oihina? don't see it as a long term thing, but don't care. even atsuoi is passable. But both ushioi and oikage really irriate me for zero reason.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

bokuroo. they make total logical sense and they'd be hilarious together, but to me they're besties. sorry guys :(

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

i hear lots of good things about my JNT Rulebook, which is a whole load of crack. Also, for AOT i wrote Chaos Theory, which earned comments like "I had no idea funny fics were possible for this fandom". If you are a long-term aot girlie, I am so sorry for your loss.

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Uh, I'm not sure? The first fandom I contributed to was PJO. I was there for maybe two years, and that's probably my record. I'm just over one year on haikyuu now. I'M SORRY I JUST KEEP CHANGING INTERESTS

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

My very first OTP was probably Eadric & Emma from The Frog Princess series. It doesn't really have a fandom but god, I loved those books... OR Ash & Serena from Pokemon. They were good too.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

I mainly watch anime at the moment and usually they have more active fandoms, so I'm happy to stay with them. With books, you can never be sure that anyone else has ever read them.

I - Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Nope, because I am good at staying away from scary people. #slay

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr.

Supernatural. No explanation needed.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

From Haikyuu, it's got to be Hinata, hasn't it? And he's weirdly underrated, considering he's literally the main character.

From other fandoms, I love Yona from Yona of the Dawn. She goes from literal spoiled princess to some kind of warrior queen, PLUS she gains emotional maturity. May we all grow to be like her.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

You know what, guys? I do think Goshiki's cute. I do understand wanting to put him in your pocket. Personally, I don't, but I totally see it.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

Sugawara. He's top tier friend material - chaotic, funny, caring, and would definitely feed into your delulu.

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

My main fandom is probably haikyuu, so I wish I saw more of:

Appreciation for the writing!!!

Love for main characters. It sounds weird, but the fandom is full of people who have a pet side character who barely has any lines. This is GOOD, all character deserve appreciation, but can we get some applause for hinata??

Love for rarepairs. This sounds even stranger, considering my last point, but we need to get used to letting people ship whoever the fuck they want. As long as it's legal.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

After a good old shuffle of my 94 hour playlist, I got Bad Romance by lady gaga. This is gonna come out of left field because I've never mentioned this fandom before, but it's sherliam from moriarty the patriot.

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

I've mentioned this to friends before, but we totally need a TGCF hosptial au. Mu Qing is a surgeon, Feng Xin is a physiotherapist, Xie Lian is either a GP or an anesthesiologist, and Hua Cheng is some random reception guy. Mu Qing is always bullying Feng Xin for not being a 'real doctor'. Hualian are married. you see where I'm going.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

Harry Potter, for obvious reasons.

R - Which friendship/platonic relationship is your favorite in fandom?

I would die for Nobara & Itadori & Megumi. They deserved to be happy forever.

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon

I wrote whole sections of fanfiction based off my headcanon that Megumi has flat hair like Toji, but he styles it spiky to be like Gojo. I KNOW the canon disproves it. I don't actually care.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

Nope, because I am non-confrontational and uncreative.

U - Three favorite characters from three different fandoms, and why they’re your favorites.

I'm going niche on this one - well, more like going into fandoms my followers probably aren't into.

Ayame Sohma, Fruits Basket. Loving brother, perfect example of how to make reparations, and also literally fabulous. And gay.

Ooharano, All Out!. Voice by Ian Sinclair, very good at his sport, hilariously sarcastic. Emotional backstory that was just never mentioned again???

Siatrich Wynknight, The Reason Why Raeliana Ended Up At The Duke's Mansion. Very funny, likes to be a bit evil for the giggles, thinks it's funny when his younger brother endangers national relations. Gay.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

GUYS I HAVE NO IDEA. I'm probably closest to Bokuto or Kageyama - and that seems odd, because they're different people, but that's how I am.'

Also Gojo. Don't tell my readers I said that.

W - A trope which you are virtually certain to hate in any fandom.

Exes to Lovers, my beloathed. Hate it so much, I can't even explain why.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

CHILDHOOD FRIENDS CHILDHOOD FRIENDS "I KNOW THE PARTS OF YOU THAT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YOURSELF" MY BELOVED

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (i.e., fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)?

RWBY, ITSV, Demon Slayer.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

I guess I've always been interested in the idea of a true morally grey character, because sometimes there are characters that are described as morally grey, or even evil, when they're actually Just A Guy (*cough* Oikawa *cough*). The only character I can think of is probably Dazai from BSD. Everyone has an opinion and very few of them are correct. There is no way you can say he is a bad person, because many of his issues come from the fact that he is an orphan, raised by the mafia, and someone who took the opportunity to leave when prompted. Also, in his life after the mafia, he made a genuine effort to make good on his promises and fix his life, including saving Atsushi.

HOWEVER, you can't say he's a totally good person. He lived well in the mafia, because he didn't care about killing people and perhaps even enjoyed it, depending on how you view certain scenes. Many people would say that he's still not on anyone's side, he's only on his own side. This is debatable, but it's still there. PLUS you've got his continuation of the cycle of abuse through Akutagawa, and his willingness to pretend to betray his friends in order to get the outcome he wants. Everyone else is just a pawn to him.

I'm still undecided on him, but I'm proud of every fan that says "he's morally grey" rather than cutting it up into black and white. Remember that BSD was written for the stray dogs, not the ones who have lived happily all this time...

Thanks for the ask!

[ladysunamireads]

(Strip) Teasing

(Strip) Teasing by Aranwen

Tobio could hear the moment the rest of the group realised what he was preparing to do.

“Hey hey hey, what the fuck is he doing?” came Yaku-san's voice, pitching in slight panic, at the same time Iwaizumi-san said, “Oy, Kageyama, that's probably enough...!"

He ignored it all. After all, they'd been the ones to suggest he did this. The least they could do was wait until the show was over.

In Tobio's defence, it was all Iwaizumi-san's and Suna-san's fault. Not that he or Shouyou were complaining, to be honest.

Words: 2531, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of Aranwen's Drops

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Japanese Men's National Volleyball Team Ensemble, Special mentions for, Iwaizumi Hajime, Suna Rintarou

Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, (mentioned Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi)

Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Time Skip, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Alcohol, Drinking Games, Spin the Bottle, Strip Tease, Stripping, Sensuality, Lapdance, Making Out, Grinding, (In Public), Relationship Reveal, Second-Hand Embarrassment, (for the JNT), Yaku is probably scarred for life though, originally posted on twitter

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45433492

[jnt303store]

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[naofairy]

I just realized that JNT coach Hibarida was watching Fukurodani’s game during nationals??? How have I missed it before?

[shoyoist]

IM DOING GREAT ACTUALLY! just having more brainrots about the papas, imagining a lot of scenarios yk! OH YES i like to think that yk since i THINK suna plays on a team (correct me if i’m wrong) AND LIKE I SAID FOR BACHIRA, U N UR KIDS WATCH HIS GAMES TOO SOMETIMES WAHA

— 🫖

giggles ⚠️ haikyuu final arc spoilers for you ⚠️ but suna is on the jnt later on nonnie. he definitely gets you his jersey for him to wear when you come to see his games — but he doesn't think of getting jerseys for his kids until they're complaining and asking him for one. “mom where did you get that from?” “is it dad's jersey?” and you tell them it's just one suna got for you, not his own one — which then makes them upset because “dad didn't get us a jersey though?!”

and at the next game everyone sees that the suna family is all present in the vip stands, wearing matching jerseys and holding pom-poms to cheer for him while he plays<3

[ktsumu]

haikyuu masterlist

ALL EXPLICIT FICS ARE TAGGED AS SUCH. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THAT CONTENT. CHECK WARNINGS BEFORE READING.

long fics have wc and description, shorter fics and blurbs are only marked by title.

full fics:

when we were thieves

5.7k | atsumu miya x gn!reader

synopsis: you grew up with atsumu, know all of his hiding places— he forgets this fact.

tags: childhood friends to lovers, timeline fic, proposal

am i the asshole? (18+)

2.5k | osamu miya x afab!reader

synopsis: the miya twins have worn the same costume every halloween since they were born — it’d be pretty easy to get them mixed up, right?

tags: accidental cheating, smut, see fic for more warnings!

part of k9nto’s reddit collab

cross check (series!)

multi-chapter | hockey!hajime iwaizumi x physiotherapist!reader

synopsis: hajime is at the top of his game when a career-threatening injury takes him off the ice. you, his new physiotherapist, are tasked with fixing the broken toy.

tags: hockey!au, eventual smut, sports romance, see masterlist + chapter headings for more

drabbles:

✮ kuroo: dark red - cooks ✮ ushijima: a childhood bedroom - resolutions ✮ iwaizumi: you told me to do it scared ✮ oikawa: fifth time’s a charm ✮ matsukawa: meet the family

✮ general: some of the JNT's spotify wrapped (smau)

[tangerinefluff]

i can't believe ishikawa yuki really saw haikyuu's collaboration special of HIM and said, "it's cooler than the real thing"

[shoyostar]

𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!

── FIANCÉ!JNT / FEM!READER SERIES┊͙HAIKYUU!!

my one and only all my life!

꒰ premise ꒱ : the nhk’s special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup’s future wives-to-be!

꒰ content ꒱ : haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. mini-series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

series soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

⁞ ‘✎ — vie’s love letter ؛ ଓ series updates irregularly. extremely suggestive at times (no explicit smut). mentions / allusions to sex or intimacy. sfw + fluff.

꒰ haikyuu!! masterlist. ꒱

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (01)

⌗ relationship advice with ; atsumu miya. rintarou suna. wakatoshi ushijima. shoyo hinata.

the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (02)

⌗ truth or drink with ; koutarou bokuto. morisuke yaku. kiyoomi sakusa. tobio kageyama.

the nhk is hosting another special broadcast featuring the fiancées of the jnt’s lineup! and this time, it’s truth or drink! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (03)

⌗ would you rather with ; motoya komori. kourai hoshiumi. aran ojiro. kenma kozume.

due to popular demand, the nhk has organized another live special with the monster generation’s fiancées! tune in for this segment of would you rather + a surprise game with our special sponsor! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (04)

⌗ QnA with ; tetsurou kuroo. hajime iwaizumi.

the fiancées of the jnt’s staff get a turn in the limelight in an all new special broadcast, a couples QnA spanning their several happy years of romance together! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (05)

⌗ reading thirst tweets with ; tobio kageyama. wakatoshi ushijima. kourai hoshiumi.

this nhk segment is brought to you by the schweiden alders! thirst tweets with the jnt alder members, but not of them— they’ll be reacting to thirsts for their fiancées! ❤︎

── 𝓓𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝓕𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝓗𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃! (06)

⌗ two truths and a lie with ; shoyo hinata. atsumu miya. koutarou bokuto. kiyoomi sakusa.

with the jnt’s msby members comes two truths and a lie! it's a battle between two lovers; who knows the other better? ❤︎

── 𝓞𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒!

coming soon !

── 𝓔𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒!

HEY, FUTURE HUSBAND . . . ( ASK EVENT )

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[strawberriebunn]

Yk how it was a “competition” in the 2021 olympics to see which country would break those cardboard beds first?

Well, thinking about Toru promising you a reward if you let him fuck you into the mattress and successfully break the bed <3

Crying into the sheets while saying “Toru s’too much, can’t take anymore”

Only for him to respond with “It’s too much huh? And here I thought you wanted to be my good girl, how disappointing”

And then he laughs at you when your eyes widen and start promising to be good, it makes you so upset to see him disappointed

nonnie i’m- you’re gonna make me cry oml this is- this is gold. Want him to break my back along with the bed

Please he’s be a menace, he said he’d let you cum as many times as you want, and considering his love for edging and ruining your orgasms, you’d be stupid not to take that opportunity.

Which is how you find yourself, trying to muffle your cries into the sheets, while Tooru plows into you, grinning like a mad man. He can’t wait to go brag to the JNT team that you broke the bed, it’ll stroke his ego even more knowing they know he has immaculate dick game.

You’re barely on your third orgasm when you start to feel your brain slipping away from you, and little twinges of over sensitivity, babbling out to him about how it was too much and if he could slow down. Only for him to laugh, leaning down to your face which makes him hit that much deeper thanks to the angle, “I though you were going to be good for me? You’re just my dumb baby right now, but why not my dumb good baby?”

Eyes widening, you whimper, upset at the thought of not being good for him, you always want to be good for him, so you have no choice but to take his deep plowing, going brain dead all the while. Your minds all the way gone when you hear a Rrrrriiippp and suddenly with one last deep thrust, you’re falling through the frame, landing on the ground with a thud!, Toorus weight crashing down onto you.

He’s stopped thrusting, leaving the only sound in the room your hot panting, until you groan as the soreness seeps in. He’s snickering under his breath, as you smack his shoulder and whine at him to get off of you. Even though he had to spend the whole night massaging your body all over , kissing and pampering you, the smirk on his face when he told Iwaizumi the next day would put all his others to shame. And if they didn’t believe him, your limp was evidence enough, Iwa grimaces when he saw you try to hobble into the stands for the game.

Don’t even get him started about when he teammates came banging on his door asking what that noise was.

[bokutoslittlebird]

At Your Mercy

Day 3 of Birdie’s Bokuto Week

Summary: Being the JNT’s manager has its perks, mainly your income, but you end up finding yourself taking care of some of the members. Atsumu is positive you favorite him over everyone else, which puts a damper in Bokuto’s spirits. Bokuto decides to ask for an extra treat when you visit him at night.

Warnings: toxic work environment, blowjob(s), dubcon/noncon, virginity loss, m. masturbation, manipulation, f. and m. oral receiving, creampie, squirting, bit of aftercare

If you had been told you would be the manager for Japan’s National Team when you were 15, you’d have laughed at the notion. Befriending Hinata was a random occurrence, taking on the roll of manager alongside Yachi in Kiyoko’s last year. You’d have never thought Hinata would fly so high he’s reach the top charts, and you even lost contact with him when he journeyed to Brazil. When he joined the MSBY team, he reached out to you for another manager position. Originally declining, you ended up picking up the job when you found out how much money you’d get just for washing jerseys and filling water bottles.

Division 1 teams don’t usually have managers, so you were a rare sight to see, especially on a team of testosterone filled men playing volleyball. Often you’d hear Hinata bickering with Kageyama during practice matches because you were on MSBY and not the Adlers. It was an easy job, if you could handle the constant harassment from the members. Sakusa and Hinata were nice, even Meian was sweet, but Bokuto and Atsumu did not do well with personal space. Hugs, cheek kisses, high fives, bear hugs that had you spinning around, they did them all. That.. wasn’t so bad, but they loved touching you so much they often didn’t let you go until you asked them to. They were also the ones who would ask what you were doing, who you were seeing, were you interested in them, and more. Without Hinata, it got worse because you didn’t have that comfort and support from a friend.

When they were recruited to the National Team, you were so excited for them. Less time with them, and Hinata would be back in Japan for training. This time, when Hinata asked if you would be a manager for the JNT, you declined. Content with your decision to stay, you were not only pressured by the members of MSBY also on JNT, but the rest of the MSBY team. When the National Coach came to you in person to ask, with Kuroo Tetsurō and Iwaizumi Hajime in tow, you had a feeling he wasn’t taking no for an answer anymore. You reluctantly agreed, but dearly wished you hadn’t.

An entire team of men who do nothing but exercise and play volleyball all day. If they’re off their game, it affects the entire team. When that happens, you’re supposed to help them calm down and maybe help them work through it. Sometimes, Iwaizumi checks them over while you talk to them. But sometimes, all they need is to relieve a bit of stress and your presence on the team gives the coach an easy suggestion. You can say you don’t want to, you could have said no, but he wouldn’t take it. You soon realized the coach wasn’t as great as many thought him to be.

“You wouldn’t want to be the reason we lose, would you? Carrying that guilt on your shoulders, it must be exhausting for someone so young. I can’t change your mind, but I know it would mean a lot to your friends should you decide to help them out.”

You did feel bad. That was the problem. Not only did the guys know you were declining the option to sleep with them, but they also knew that you knew it’d benefit them. The only ones who didn’t make you feel bad about it really were Hinata and Aran. Everyone else practically ignored you, trying to make you feel even guiltier. Hinata cheered you up, telling you over the phone or late at night that he didn’t like the coach for what he was trying to pull, but never did anything about it. Aran outwardly protected you, especially if Atsumu brought up how stressed he was and how there such a “simple way to fix it” and Aran was there to smack him and tell him to drop it. He also didn’t go against the coach, though, knowing that a word against the coach could be the death sentence for their time on the team.

When you finally cracked, you ended up going to Iwaizumi. You just couldn’t bring it up to Hinata, especially since you’ve known him for so long, finding it embarrassing. You explained to Iwaizumi why you declined, and that reason being you were a virgin in almost all aspects of sex. You had given a handjob to an ex-boyfriend years ago, but he was rude, so you broke up with him before you two could go any further. When Iwaizumi understood your reluctance, he gave you a new option. From you, the coach wouldn’t take it, but from Iwaizumi he would agree to it.

With guidance and help from Iwaizumi, you felt a bit more confident when the coach announced to the team members you’d be willing to have some one-on-one time with them after practice. But, he honored yours and Iwaizumi’s wish to keep your virginity, telling them they could only use your mouth and hands as they saw fit. With no surprise, Atsumu was immediately on board with it. Not even waiting until the practice was over, he took a break and brought you into the restroom with him. It was humiliating to get down on your knees in front of him, feeling as though you’d lost, but it was worse when everyone was looking at you two when you returned. Atsumu’s smug grin told them everything.

That was the day things began to change. Hinata and Aran were hesitant, but even they came around, asking for some individual help. But Atsumu ate the shit up, asking for a blowjob once a day if not twice. Sometimes you’d only give him a handjob, but he was good at guilt tripping you, encouraging you to do a little more or give him a little more love. If you weren’t worried of rumors or scandals, you’d have just quit when the option was brought up.

“Another good practice! Your serves are improving Tobio-kun,” Atsumu smiles at the end of his sentence, seemingly genuine in his compliment. Kageyama gives him a look.

“Says the one who will be benched,” he retorts back, starting up a fight. You and Komori sigh, as he sits on the bench next to you. Sakusa, who’s also next to you, crinkles his nose up as his mask moves.

“They’re idiots, the lot of them,” he groans, rolling his eyes. You let out a chuckle, but just shrug.

“Of course they are. Both blockheads with hardly anything but volleyball on their mind,” you reply, standing up from the bench. Another swapping of practice teams, another switching of positions, another refill on water bottles. Any job to get you out of the gym is fine, you’ve decided. Thoughts to yourself can be a bit more free.

Coming back to the gym, you stop outside when you hear Bokuto and Atsumu bickering. “I’m just sayin’, she sure shows me lots of love. Bokkun, she hardly spends time with you!”

“You’re always hoggin’ her!” Bokuto shouts back, then a ball being slammed against the floor is heard.

“Now, now, you both need to calm down,” you hear Aran say. Always the mediator, especially when it comes to Atsumu. “Neither of you have been doing so well today. Maybe resting is in order?”

“No, just tell Tsum-Tsum to leave some for the rest of us. Can’t relieve stress when you’re dragging her into bathrooms and ‘talking’ to her late at night,” Bokuto pouts. Had the conversation been on something else, you’d have giggled at his antics. Instead, you felt sick in the pit of your stomach.

“Bokuto, how about you take an early break?” Coach Hibarida said. A grumble of confirmation was said and you decided to enter the gym, moving back a few steps as you acted like you hadn’t heard anything. With your eyes widening as you saw Bokuto angrily walking in your direction, you went to go ask if he was okay, but was shut down before you could make a peep. “By yourself, Bokuto,” Hibarida continued, making Bokuto’s eyes lose a bit of shine and take on a grumpy expression. Deciding it was best to ignore it, you continued into the gym with the waters in tow.

Usually if any member of the team was alone, then you’d be dragged along with them. This time, Bokuto was completely alone and he’d be stuck like that until practice ended in the evening. With the sun not even close to setting, he was definitely going to go to bed early if he couldn’t practice. Going into the locker room was the first stop, deciding on a quick shower to maybe ease the tension from his muscles. Whenever he’d go into the locker room, though, he’d just get flashbacks of the first time you got on your knees for him.

Then he got pissed again. Remembering how Atsumu seemed so smug about the thing, telling everyone they’d better back off because he was planning on taking the top spot of your favorites.

“She spends most of her time with me, I bet it won’t be long until she’s asking me to touch her a bit more,” Atsumu had boasted.

The look on his face had Bokuto getting riled up again, deciding a hot shower was in order. But once he was under the stream and surrounded by steam, he was fine. The hot water soothed his muscles and the boiling blood in his veins, but it also proved to replace the thoughts in his mind with something better. Instead of thinking about what made him so angry, he thought back to the first time he got you on your knees. It was so wonderful to feel your hands finally around his cock, even if you seemed reluctant and couldn’t stand looking at it for long, turning your gaze up to him.

Remembering the way you looked up at him innocently reminded him of just how innocent you really were. Leaning his back against the cold tiles, he trailed his hand down his body as the water slid down with it. When he wrapped his hand around his cock, he adjusted his fingers to how your mouth felt, how it was so tight around him the first time. You seemed so scared of it, he couldn’t help but recall the memory with fondness. When you finally took most of it in your mouth, you looked up at him through those lashes, wondering if he was enjoying it. With the way you took care of him, giving him one of the best orgasms of his life, he could only wish for more.

As his hand pumped harder, he tightened his fist a bit more, thinking about how hot and wet your cunt would actually feel, wrapping around him. He knew that if he could just get a taste of you, he’d definitely feel better. He’d love to slurp and dive his tongue into your messy cunt, but he finds himself tipping over the edge when he thinks of how you’d look, teary-eyed as he gave you the best orgasm of your life. Coming down from his high, he looks down to see his seed coating his hand, dripping off and down into the drain with the rest of the water.

The water’s gotten colder.

Cutting his shower time there, he dries himself up and decides to go back to his room, filled with fantasies of you and how sweet you’d taste. With those thoughts completely taking over his mind, he’s soon sleeping soundly on the bed.

Given that the entirety of the team doesn’t live nearby, the practice gym is in a large building that has a dining hall, a nurse’s office (recovery station, it’s where Iwaizumi spends most of his day), as well as rooms for the men to dorm in. The rooms themselves are suited for only sleeping and bathing, including a bed and the bathroom with a toilet. Showers were located in the locker room, so usually everyone would wash up when practice was over or after dinner. There were some rooms that had a much nicer bathroom, including a small kitchen area, and those were given to the staff members. That included the coach, Iwaizumi, and you. Kuroo lived nearby and only visited occasionally, so he didn’t room in the building. However, your room was between Iwaizumi’s and Hinata’s, making it one of the safest places to be situated.

After dinner, Coach Hibarida asked if you’d be willing to check on Bokuto and take him his dinner. Fully expecting him to ask you to do so, you agreed and took the still warm food in a takeout container to the room Bokuto was staying in. It was about three rooms down from you, seeing as Sakusa was beside Hinata’s room. Gently knocking on the door, you waited for a response before calling out. Hearing nothing, you decided to test the doorknob and saw it was unlocked. Pushing open the door, you saw Bokuto asleep in the bed. Smiling at the unconscious wing spiker, you move into the room and set the food down on a nearby table.

“Bokuto, can you hear me? Can you wake up for a minute?” To your surprise, he moves, turning towards you and blinking open his eyes. The room was dark, but you turning on the light was probably burning his eyes. “Sorry, I wanted to tell you your dinner was ready, but if you want to sleep I can—”

“No, no! I’m hungry, I’ll eat,” he groggily says, but practically bolts up from the sheets anyways. Clad in nothing but some boxers, you look away as he looks at the food, eating away on his bed. “‘S good!”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s gross,” you chuckle, shaking your head. You turn over the possibility of asking if he’s feeling better, if he wants to talk about earlier, but a part of you doesn’t want to because you’re afraid of how things will go. Bokuto is, well, bigger than average. Ushijima and Sakusa are nothing to sneer at either, as are most of the men who stand over 6 feet, but you still get scared whenever you’re alone with one of them. It won’t take much for them to decide they want more from you.

“Hey, did you hear me?” You suddenly heard, your head snapping up to see not only has Bokuto tossed the empty tray into the trash, but he is now looking at you intensely. “I asked if you were alright,”

“Yeah! Just spacing out, nothing new, you know,” you laugh it off, waving your hands in front of you. Bokuto seems skeptical, but says nothing more. “I was thinking of when you left the gym,” ignoring the bit you overheard, “you seemed so upset, I was wondering if you felt better now,”

“Uh, not really to be completely honest,” he says, rubbing the side of his neck. That sinking feeling in your stomach comes back, eating at your insides. “I took a shower to ease my anger, so now I guess I just feel.. sad? A bit lonely, even?”

“Lo- Lonely?” You parrot back, confused.

“Yeah, well, it might be a bit embarrassing for you, but Atsumu was telling everyone how you’ll probably end up giving your.. innocence to him, since you show him so much favoritism. It just made me feel a bit bad since I don’t really spend much time with you. If you’re not with Atsumu, you’re with someone else,” he practically mumbles, but each bit is loud enough for you to hear it. Bokuto usually uses nicknames for people he’s fond of, so it’s a bit of a shock to hear him say Atsumu’s name fully. A blush covers his cheeks, making the atmosphere seem almost sweet, like he’s confessing to you.

Almost.

“Bokuto, I don’t plan on giving anything to anyone except what I already do. That’s final. I don’t show Atsumu favoritism, it’s more so he’s showing favoritism over me. I can’t say no without feeling guilty, even if I know it’s just because he’s gotten addicted to it,” you explain, looking away from Bokuto as you talk. Fiddling with a loose string in his comforter, you continue on. “If you want to spend more time with me, all you have to do is ask. I’d much prefer spending time with you than Atsumu.” Or anyone else for that matter, but you don’t say those words. You’re here to cheer up Bokuto, even if you know what he’ll ask from you. They always do.

“Then, can you spend some time with me? Right now?” He asks, leaning in closer. He’s so close to your lips, you can feel his breath on your cheeks. Even though you’re not usually kissing the members, it’s not something you’re inexperienced in either. When Bokuto presses his lips to yours, hand behind your head, you don’t pull away. You don’t really do anything, but the main thing is you don’t pull away.

When Bokuto moves his hand from your head, you slide off the bed. Answering his question with that simple action has him hard in his boxers, the sheer size of him easily noticed through the fabric. His hand traces along your chin before letting you go, pulling down his boxers as his cock pops out. You immediately purse your lips as he goes to shimmy his boxers off the rest of the way, a soft thump as they landed on the hardwood floor. Looking up at Bokuto, waiting for his permission, you sat on your knees. When his hand came to rest on the back of your head, his beaming smile directed your way, you knew what came next.

Lying was never your forte, even when it came to yourself. The way you felt sick to your stomach never left you, but you couldn’t deny the arousal building in your core as you licked up Bokuto’s cock, hearing him groan in pleasure above you. A quick glance showed his head was thrown back as he kept one hand on your head, the other fisting the sheets beneath him. Looking away, you kissed the tip as he hissed, sucking on the tip before taking it all in your mouth. Well, what would fit. Your hands had to take care of the rest, rubbing and massaging the skin as your lips wrapped around what they could, tongue licking up the sides. Bobbing your head, you tried to ignore the obscene noises from your mouth, wet and sloppy as you moaned, adding to his own pleasure.

You knew that he was close when both hands came to your head, pushing you down even more until you’re pushed past the limit. Gagging around him, you feel the drool pool around your lips, dripping down his balls as you moves your had to his own pace. When he stops, shoving you down quite far, you screw your eyes shut when salty fluid erupts in your mouth, coating every surface. Attempting to swallow it, you let some beads of cum dribble out of the corner of your lips.

“Do you feel better?” You ask, the sick feeling in your stomach not going away. After a few pants, Bokuto’s hands still haven’t left your head. “Bokuto, are you-” you begin, but look up to see him just staring at you. Words get stuck in your throat as you try to decipher what he’s trying to say.

“I need more, please. I’m still a bit stressed,” he finally gets out, your face completely dropping as he says so. You’ve told them the boundary before and nobody has asked for more, you’ve always thought you wouldn’t have to worry with them.

“Bokuto, I’m not comfortable with that. Please understand. If there’s nothing else-”

“Please! Just a taste! I won’t even enter you I just— I want to feel like you like me, even for a bit,”

“Bokuto, please let me go,” you feel like crying, seeing as Bokuto has a tight grip on your wrist. You’d be unable to rip from his grasp no matter what, you’re completely at his mercy. He doesn’t respond to you, but he doesn’t let you go. You just stare at him, hoping he’ll choose to let you go. A fleeting thought, that is, which is destroyed when you’re forcefully pulled onto the bed. Easily maneuvered under him, Bokuto holds you still as you thrash and try to get him off of you. When you open your mouth to scream, he’s quicker to cover your mouth, shushing you and muffling any words.

“Just a taste, please, I won’t go any further. I just want—” what does he want? He knows what he wants, but he doesn’t want to scare you any more than he already has. If you so much as scream for help, someone is bound to come check on you. He’s aware you’re not treated like you should be, which he can’t say he’s tried to do, but he’s sure you’d warrant attention and help should your mouth scream for it. “It’s not like anybody would come for you. I’m just gonna treat you good and let you go. Just sit back and take it, alright?” He feels bad, especially when your eyes get all glossy, but he’s hit a nerve and you acquiesce, limbs falling limp as you continue to look at him.

He’s gentle, he knows he has to be. Unlike some of the other guys, he actually wanted to treat you right when he had time with you. Gently prying off your pants, he finds his cock twitching when he notices the baby blue panties covering your more sensitive area. He sharply inhales when he notices the wet patch where you pretty cunt is hidden, meaning you enjoyed giving him a blowjob. You look completely disheveled and innocent under him, a look he’s only been able to fantasize about. Once the pants are off, he’s using one finger to hook in the bottom of your panties, pulling the damp fabric away from your skin as you shiver, arms covering your chest as you try to decide where to have your eyes. They flicker to and fro, landing on his face before they leave again, going towards the door and then to the wall. You’re so cute, he can hardly hold himself back.

Getting the panties off of you, he momentarily holds his breath as you’re completely bare before him. Well, the sensitive area of you is bare before him. He could give you one of the best orgasms of your life with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock with it in front of him. He does end up prying your legs apart a bit, seeing as your immediate reaction is to close them. He keeps eye contact with you as he lowers his head, until you’re covering your face and biting on your lip, probably to keep yourself quiet. A part of him regrets telling you to be quiet, especially when he hears the cutest squeak from you when he presses a soft kiss to your folds.

Seeing as you always give his cock a kiss before going down on him, he only felt it was right. When he does a slow lick against you, he finds your body jerking under him. So sensitive, so sweet, he can’t hold himself back from diving into your cunt, wrapping his lips around your little bud and sucking on it. His tongue flicks against the wet skin, gathering bits of your essence on it as he dives it into your little hole. Diving his whole face between your legs, he moves his mouth up and down as he continues to assault your dripping pussy, lapping every bit of it he can as he brings your towards an orgasm.

When he feels your hands thread through his hair, tightening as your mewls are more noticeable, he speeds up the speed of his tongue and lets it flick against your clit while his grip on your thighs tighten. When your back arches and you grip him even more, pulling him closer to you, he gives your cunt one more hard suck before you let out a strangled moan, your own cum filling up his mouth as he eagerly sucks and laps it all up. Even if it was the only liquid he could have for the rest of his life, he’d never complain with how good it tastes to him. It’s not as sweet as sugar, but it’s sweet enough for him to lick any inch of skin he could, hoping to get it all up.

“Are you— Are you satisfied, Bokuto?” You heave out, chest moving with each deep breath you take. Your eyes are completely glossed over and your entire body is hot, flushed from the recent orgasm. Bokuto doesn’t say anything, just licking his lips as he massages your thighs. He continues to look at your pussy, seemingly thinking. “I have to go, now, Bokuto,”

“You’re not in love with Tsum-Tsum, right? You’d much prefer me, right?” He suddenly asks. You’re stunned for a second, but decide to just tell him the truth.

“I’d prefer lots of people over Atsumu. He’s a pervert who I’m not a fan of. I’m not in love with anyone, not even you, Bokuto-san,” you add the honorific, going to show how serious you are. However, it seems he’s taken it differently.

“Does that mean you don’t want anything to do with me? Being so formal, right now? You’re attracted to me, it’s not hard to fall in love, is it?” He starts saying, his body completely locking you in against him and the bed. His hands push up your shirt, finding a bra underneath that seems to annoy him. He pushes it up though, large hands covering your breasts as your own hands grip his arms, acting as though they could push him off. They don’t even distract him, his fingers rolling your nipples between them before he’s letting them go. “I just need a bit more,”

“Bokuto, no, you promised—!” You say, only to get three thick fingers in your mouth. They effectively muffle any protests you have, rubbing against your tongue, while his other hand moves your legs over his, his cock brushing against the inside of your thigh. With the small brush, you start thrashing against, hoping he’ll loosen up so you can get away, but instead he just lowers his body on top of yours, his weight keeping you pinned down enough while he lines himself up with your entrance. “Bokuto, please,” you plea, although you can barely understand your own words with him muffling it.

“I’ve wanted this for so long. I promise I’ll be gentle,” he swears, pushing into you. Automatically you arch your back, legs tightening around him as he pushes in. He also replaces his fingers with his tongue, swallowing any screams or moans you release as he pushes into you. His arms cage you in as he kisses you, hips moving into you slowly. He break the kiss, muttering a “so fucking tight,” before groaning in your ear. “You’re so wet but you’re so tight, fuck,” he curses, giving a few thrusts as he tries to push in even farther.

“It- It hurt, Bokuto, please—”

“It’ll pass, shh,” he hushes, pressing kisses to your lips once more, then trailing his lips down your jaw. “It’ll pass, just bear with it,” he whispers, continuing to press kisses to your skin. “Relax, baby, calm down,” he continues speaking, even as he rocks his cock into your walls. When he seems content with how far he is inside of you, he looks down to see where the two of your are connected and lets out a low moan, rocking his hips a bit. You give him a pleased moan, low and quiet, head turning away from him, making him smile as he pats your thigh.

When you feel him leaning back down, one of your legs bent in the crook of his elbow as he buries his face in your neck, you also feel the breath knocked out of your lungs when he gives a harsh thrust. A gasp escapes you, hands coming to his back as your nails dig into the muscles. When you end up arching your back as he fucks into you, your nails scratch down as he lets out a groan, his teeth pricking your skin as you do. Sloppy, wet noises come from where the two of you are connected, filling the room along with your short moans and his low ones, mixed with groans as his thrusts get harder and faster. Each thrust buries himself even deeper inside of you, wet balls slapping against your ass as you screw your eyes shut once more, feeling a building orgasm coming on.

Before you can let the orgasm go, he stops and you whine, nails trailing up his back until they’re at his neck, him moving his torso up until he’s looking down at you, getting a good look at your face. When his thrusts start up again, he’s smiling down at you, eyes full of fondness and love, making you feel sick as you look down, watching as his cock disappears inside of you with each pump. It’s covered in your juices, translucent strands connecting the two of your together with each time he pulls away from you, making the sloppy noises whenever he pushes back in. Your orgasm washes over you as you watch him fuck into you, his thrusts slowing as your eyes shut, back arching as your body stretches out, toes curling from the force of the orgasm. He picks it up once you’re done, but he’s then moving and adjusting position once more.

With your legs pushed up to your shoulders, your nails are scratching at his neck as strangled moans leave your throat, even though you bite your lip to hold them back. Bokuto fucks into you relentlessly, his orgasm coming closer and closer with each pulse of your pussy wrapped around him. With the change in position, he’s rubbing you in all the right ways that has you seeing stars, eyes rolling in the back of your head when his thumb comes to rub your clit. Aiding in bringing you to a third orgasm, your cunt gushes around him, clear fluid splashing against his abdomen as he lets out a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt in you as you silently scream, his lips covering yours. His hot cum fills your insides, painting them white as he sucks on your tongue, lazily thrusting into you while he gets the rest of your watery orgasm out of you and finishes his own, cock finally going soft as he pulls out of you. The weight of what you’ve done, what he’s done, hits you and you begin tearing up, salty tears beading down your cheeks. Bokuto feels them and licks them up, shushing you as he whispers sweet nothing and gentle words.

With you silently crying on his bed, he decides to take a towel from his bathroom, wetting it and wiping away any of his seed that oozes out of you. Even though he pushes some back into you, a part of him wanting to sink his cock back in, he holds himself back. He knows he’s gone too far, you’ll need time to really process everything, so he just wipes you down and helps you put on your clothes. Even though he really wants to keep your panties for his next fantasy, he slides them up your legs while pressing kisses to the sweaty skin. You don’t say anything, just wiping away tears and snot with your shirt. Once your pants are on, he puts on a pair of sweats laying nearby and picks you up, situating yourself in his arms so he can open the door.

He takes you back to your room, the door already unlocked. With nobody in there, he shuts the door and locks it, setting you down on the bed. You turn away from him, hoping to just sleep but he doesn’t want to leave you quite yet. “Thank you, manager. I love you,” he whispers, giving you a kiss on your head before getting up and leaving. The shutting of the door spurs you into moving, although your movement is slow. Your hips ache, your legs and back are sore, your whole body feels numb, but you manage to get to the door, locking it before sliding down the wooden surface. Curling into a ball, you just stay there and cry.

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Some Thoughts about Sakusa Kiyoomi (headcanon's)

Hi I just found out how to use the keep reading function so I will no longer take up a feed with a long list of headcannon's. This also means I will be posting longer lists of headcannon's because I have no willpower. Also if y'all haven't noticed I do not proof read these. English is my first language, I just write these at like three in the morning.

- He actually likes that Atsumu calls him Omi, it was his idea actually. He doesn't like the fact that his name is usually associated with woman so he prefers people call him Sakusa, but Atsumu wanted to call him something that was more personal than his family name, thus Omi was born (I can't believe I started this with lowkey SakuAtsu oops)

- His tells people his favorite color is red because it was the first color he thought of but really his favorite color is brown and he just got tiered of arguing with people that "it's actually a really nice color ad has a lot of variety in it" (yes I am projecting)

- He once decided to jump off a second story window of a house and into a pool at a random party in high school. It was his first and last party he went to. He jumped out completely sober because the 'small get together' Komori had dragged him to had more and more people showing up every minutes and it was the only way he could get out of the crowd. He got invited to every party after that but he never showed.

- He decided to go to college because he was scared of not being able to make it professionally. IT wasn't until he saw Kageyama and Ushijima making it professionally with the Adlers that he regretted his decision. He stuck it to the end though because he had already started it.

- He got his degree in communications, specifically in sports broadcast and journalism so that he can stay as close to the volleyball scene as possible once he retires from playing.

- He convinces Atsumu to get a degree via online college so that he has a career to fall back on that isn't making food with his brother. Because of this he becomes a tutor for Atsumu and helps him get a degree in education services.

- When he retires he gets hired by the v-league media team and works closely with the athletes documenting their lives for the various media platforms.

- He convinced Komori to shave his eyebrows into circles as a dare in high school. Komori liked it so he kept doing it no knowing or caring that it would permanently effect his eyebrow hair growth. Kiyoomi hates his cousins eyebrows but he has no one but himself to blame.

- Kiyoomi thought he preferred Atsumu with his natural dark hair, but when he let it grow out naturally after shaving it for a charity event Kiyoomi mistook him for Osamu when Atsumu went in for a kiss and decked him in the face. He no longer prefers Atsumu with his natural hair color.

- His entire house is fitted with different forms of LED smart lights. He has lights connected to his TV, lights in multiple lamps, LED shower lights, a light in his toilet bow, just LED lights everywhere. No one has seen him in normal colored or overhead lighting in his home. Except for Atsumu and Komori who helped him install every light.

- He has a bookshelf that covers an entire wall filled with collectors editions of classics. he hasn't read over half the books in his collection though, but everyone thinks he is super smart because of the fact he owns them

- When he was at the Olympics, he ended up using thigh high knee pads. He used them all during the practice seasons leading up to the Olympics, so he was used to them, but the media was not. Japanese volley ball fans went crazy at the change convinced it was going to make them loose. It wasn't until the won three different games in straight sets that the media finally shut up about his knee pads.

- He watches a lot of foreign media (an no I don't just mean he watches Japanese and American shows, I mean a diverse selection of media from different random countries, yes this is me projecting again shut up) and it always confuses his teammates when they see him watching something in a language none of them understand. The most confusing this to them was a Spanish soap opera. Everyone tried to get Hinata to translate it, but he had a hard time explain that he knew only a little Spanish and that the language of Brazil was Portuguese not Spanish. Kiyoomi finally turned and let them watch over his shoulders so that they could read the subtitles too. It became tradition to go over to someone's house and watch soap operas after that.

- He actually becomes good friends with Tobio during the Olympics and keeps in touch with him afterwards. No one but Atsumu and Hinata knows what they have in common, and no one would believe them if they told the that they both collect stuffed animals

- He had his sexual awakening at college when he accidentally walked in on two guys making out in a classroom. There was no weird moment, he just saw them and was like "wait a minute that's what I want to do" and he just was.

- Everyone thinks he's gay when he starts dating Atsumu but he addresses the public and comes out as demi. He doesn't tell the public that the only other relationship he had was with a woman.

- He and Atsumu come up with pet names for each other making fun of common pet names. Kiyoomi calls Atsumu candy cake (sweetie pie) and Atsumu calls Kiyoomi bee vomit (honey).

- He never wears the color green after high school and no one knows why. Everyone thinks there is some large conspiracy behind it. The reality is that he just doesn't think it looks good on him.

- He loves having his hair played with by any and everyone who is willing to play with his hair. His touch aversion makes everyone think he wouldn't like it but eventually it becomes common practice amongst the Jackals and the JNT to play with his hair whenever they're stresses.

- He hates the shoes they have to wear to games for MSBY games and makes it a priority to put them on the last possible second he can and take them off the first moment he can. He can commonly be seen walking off of the court after games carrying his shoes with his socks sliding on the floor as he walks. He has tripped many ties and has no plan of stopping.

-He made a cameo in a show and promptly got caught in a scandal with the lead actress of the show where everyone thought they were cheating in their partners with each other. It gets shut down quickly when, at a press conference after a game, a journalist asks him about it and he reaches over and grabs Atsumu's face and kisses him as loudly as he could. No one asks him or her anything about it again.

- He likes wearing fun and bright clothes that would make him stand out especially since he's a star athlete and very tall, but because no one expects him to wear a bright red pair of overalls with a checkers black and white button up underneath everyone thinks he's just an eccentrically dressed lookalike.