#kumini

[fionarara]

do you think kunimi and kindaichi had just woken up one day and decided together that in order to give both of their hair a “new look” within their friendship, it’d be a cool idea to become heavy-on-the-hair-gel bros by styling it in polar opposite directions? : “yeah, sup, we’re K & K: one matted super fuckin flat down, one spiked super fuckin straight up™ ”

[hoejosatoru]

Roster Hopper - Aoba Johsai edition

Pairings: Fem!y/n X Aoba Johsai players (Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Kunimi, Kyōtani (mad dog)) all separately. Y/n's skin color/hair color is not specified.

Summary: Y/n bets her friend she can sleep with the star players of Aoba Johsai (Univiersity AU) without any of them finding out.

Original Karasuno version here, Nekoma version here

Word Count: 6.2K

Warnings: Sex with multiple guys (separately), stoner!Matsukawa bc I hc him like that, reader smokes, unprotected sex, oral, fingering, mirror sex, semi publicish sex, rough sex, spanking, thumb in ass, squirting, the works lads were are fucking 5 men in one story, Iwaizumi bias sorry not sorry, not proof read MDNI

"I cannot believe the way these girls act," You huffed, settling next to your best friend and co manager. This was the second time today you had to kick out a bunch of girls trying to get a glimpse of Oikawa from practice.

Your friend chuckled. "You get used to it, but it is very bizarre." You and your friend were managers of your university's highly regarded volleyball team. Your friend did it last year, convincing you to do it with her when the other manager graduated. Oikawa's groupies no longer phased her.

"What is he doing to these girls? I mean he's good looking, but he's just another student," you replied.

"Maybe he's hooking up with them? Like the dick is so good it drives the crazy," your friend said, snickering.

"There's no way he's that good," you chuckled. "Honestly, I feel like he's not even the best on the team."

"You've spend thinking about this?" your friend teased.

"Hey these practices are long, what else am I supposed to do?" you responded.

"Fair enough," your friend said. "So who do you think is the best, then?'

"My guess is Iwaizumi," you replied, "But unfortunately I don't have any proof."

"I don't have any proof either, but honestly I think you're right," your friend replied, "But I wouldn't count Oikawa out. He's gotta be doing something right for these girls to act like that."

An idea hit you. "What if I could get proof?"

Your friend's brow arched. "What do you mean?"

"Let's pick like the top 5 guys on the team. I'll sleep with all of them and then I can rank who's the best." It sounded crazy leaving your mouth, but it didn't make you want to do it any less.

Your friend gaped at you. "I think you might have caught whatever crazy the Oikawa fan girls have."

You shrugged. "Maybe, but come on, aren't you curious?"

"I can't lie, I am intrigued," your friend replied, "But it seems unlikely. That's a lot guys to get through and they're bound to talk."

"I bet you $200 I can do it with none of them finding out," you countered, feeling bold.

"You're on," you friend shook your hand. The two of you discussed details. In order to get the most accurate results, you were to let them take the lead. If you started telling them what moves to do, or what you liked you'd get a skewed experience. And it was crucial none of them found out. If they knew they were in competition, they might try extra hard, which, again, would skew the data in this very scientific study. You both agreed that you would have until the end of the semester to get it done. Fair enough, considering it just started.

"Also coach is super strict about girls," your friend said, "He thinks it is a distraction, so if he found out you might lose your spot." It certainly added to the stakes, but you were willing to risk it. You had faith in yourself. You both easily decided to on Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kumini, and Matsukawa as the top four, but struggled with the last guy.

Your friend got a devilish grin. "I think it should be Kyōtani." Your eyes drifted to the court where Kyōtani, who the team somewhat affectionately named mad dog, was slamming spikes over the net.

"I think you want me dead," you replied, "But I am curious. Sure let's make him number 5." And so you had your targets set.

Matsukawa was your first attempt because, frankly, he seemed the easiest. He flirted with you a few times at past parties so you figured you had a good shot at this one. You weaved through the crowd at the team house until you found him scrolling his phone, alone. Perfect.

"Hey Matsukawa," you beamed.

He perked up when he saw you, eye flicking over your body. You wore your favorite pair of jeans and a little top that hugged your body perfectly. From the twitch of his mouth, you guessed he liked what he saw. "Hey y/n, what's up?"

"I was wondering if you had any weed?" you batted your lashed at him,

His grin widened. "Course, you wanna smoke?"

"Do you mind?"

"Not at all. We just gotta do it upstairs, cause, you know." You nodded, understanding what he meant. Matsukawa was the only guy on the team who smoked, at least openly. Most of the guys gave him shit about it, saying it would fuck up his stamina and mess with his performance in games. So now, he had to hide it. Which worked out rather well for you.

You followed Matsukawa up to his room in the team house, both careful to avoid attention from other teammates. Luckily, it was a rather crowded party and you were able to make it to his room unnoticed.

"I can roll us a blunt?"

"Please," you replied, sitting comfortably on his bed. Matsukawa smiled, pleased at the look of you in his bed, before turning his attention to his rolling papers. He was quick and efficient joining you with a perfectly rolled blunt moment later. "You're good at that."

He grinned, lighting up, "Lot's a practice. You do the honors of taking the first hit." Matsukawa watched as you took the blunt between your plush lips. It was clear by the way he looked at you this would not be hard. You passed the blunt back and forth until it was finished, feeling a little high.

"You look like you want something," you flirt, holding Matsukawa's gaze. You leaned in closer to him, just inches from his face. "And I think I know what it is."

"Hmm, and what's that?" Matsukawa mused.

"This," you whispered before pressing your lips to his. Matsukawa's arms instantly wrapped around you, pulling you into him. You straddled his lap, playing with hair at the base of his neck as you kissed him deeper. You rolled your hips against him once to test the waters, eliciting a hum of pleasure from him. You continued your movements as Matsukawa let his hands explore your body, squeezing your ass and tits.

Matsukawa was fully hard before you even took your shirt off. He buried his face in your tits, sucking on the soft flesh and kneading with his large, warm hands. His tongue flicked over your nipple, making your arousal pool between your legs. He ravished your tits with his hands and mouth, making you ache with desire.

"Can I take these off?" Matsukawa asked, noting how you've become more needy. His fingers were hooked into pants the second you nodded, pulling them off you.

"Not fair that I'm the only one naked," you noted, pulling at the hem of his shirt.

Matsukawa smirked. "Be my guest." You stripped him down, pulling his stiff cock out of his pants. You ran your thumb over his tip, spreading his precum. You positioned yourself over him, before sinking down on to him with a satisfied sigh. He wasn't too big, but enough to make you feel full and satisfied.

You gripped his shoulders for leveraged as you rolled your hips. Matsukawa groaned as you fucked yourself on him, "God, you feel so good." He leaned back on his hands, allowing him to watch your tits bounce as you rode him. He planted his feet on the bed allowing him to fuck up into you.

"Shit just like that," you moaned, feeling him press deeper into you. Your clit hit against him with each thrust, sending jolts of pleasure through you. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you finally teetered over the edge, crying out his name.

"Fuck," Matsukawa moaned as he spilled inside you. His hips stuttered before finally coming to a stop. Matsukawa excused himself to grab you a towel from the bathroom connected to his room.

"Thanks," you said as he tossed it to you. You quickly cleaned yourself up, eager to get back to the party before it was obvious you were both gone. "Hey Matsukawa? Do you mind if we keep this between us? You know how the guys are, especially with, you know." You nodded over to the remnants of weed on his nightstand.

Matsukawa nodded, not looking to get another anti smoking lecture from Iwaizumi. "It's in the vault."

The opportunity to get with Kyōtani came unexpectedly. It was after practice, but you stayed behind to organize the team storage room. The sound of a ball being smacked around. You peaked out to find Kyōtani smacking the ball as hard as could against the wall.

"Everything okay?" you asked gently. His nickname of mad dog was fitting, as you often felt like you were approaching a feral animal when you had to talk to him.

He didn't look at you as he replied, "Coach said I need to get my aggression out." He smacked the ball harder, it ricocheting off the wall and back to him in a flash. "Apparently it's impacting my game."

"Is that why you're abusing the volleyballs?" you half joked, but he didn't crack a smile. You were beginning to wonder if you wouldn't be able to make this work.

"Yeah, don't know what else to do," he grumbled.

Well, you might as well go for it. "I've heard that sex is a good way to get out aggression."

This caught his attention. He caught the ball and turned to look at you for the first time since you came in. He had an unreadable scowl on his face. "Are you making fun of me?"

"No, not at all!" you replied quickly, "I was reading a sports magazine the other day and a professional athlete was talking about it. Said that he always had sex before games because it helped him calm down and think better." You were impressed at how quickly you thought on your feet, though you did feel a touch bad about lying. You were pretty sure sex relieves frustration so it wasn't that much of a lie.

"Well our game is tomorrow so I don't think I'll find someone in time to help with that," he replied flatly.

"I'll help you," you replied, "I mean, if you'd want that."

Kyotani's brows furrowed. "Are you fucking with me?"

"No, I promise," you replied earnestly. "I know tomorrow is an important game. I can't do anything to help during the game as a manager, but I could do this. Just think of all the spikes you'll get if coach puts you in more." You played at his desire to be in the games more and you could see the gears turning in his head.

"Okay, yeah" Kyōtani replied, "Let's do it. Come here." You obliged, surprised he agreed and buzzing with anticipation over what he would do. When you were within arms reach, Kyotani spun you around, so you were facing the wall. He pinned you in with his hands on either side of you. "This doesn't have to be romantic, it's just business, yeah?"

"Right, no feelings," you agreed. You both were using each other for a bigger goal, so this didn't bother you at all.

Kyotani brushed the hair away from your shoulder, his head dipping into your neck. He licked up the length of your neck before biting into your sensitive skin. It didn't hurt, but the surprise of it made you gasp. "I like it rough," Kyotani began, his hands wrapping your front to squeeze your breasts. "If it's too much, tell me to stop."

You nodded and he continued. He kissed at your neck as his hands traveled down your body and into your pants. He pumped a finger in and out of you, then added another to prep you for him. It wasn't romantic at all, as he stated, but there was something hot about it. Perhaps it was the way you were using each other, or the roughness in his touch, or the fact that you were doing this in the gym where you could walk in on you. It was sinful, wrong. But that turned you on even more.

"Bend over and put your hands on the wall," Kyotani instructed, though he was already manhandling your body into the position. You felt the cold air hit your wetness as he yanked down your pants, making you shiver. You arched your back in anticipation as you heard his pants slide down.

"Oh!" you gasped as he pressed himself into you. He was thick, your body needing to stretch around him. He let out a hiss as he bottomed out, both of you adjusting to the feel of the other. Kyotani wasted no time on adjusting, though, he gripped your hips and began to thrust into you. He snapped his hips hard and fast as your gripped the wall for leverage.

His hand came down on your ass with a hard smack. You moaned at the stinging sensation. "You like that?" he asked, smacking your ass again. "Fuck, yeah you do." Kyotani's pace never let up, making you breathless and sensitive. When he wasn't slapping your ass, he was gripping your hips with bruising force, allowing him to fuck you with all his might.

"Shit I'm gonna-" your words died as you came around him, your body shaking. Your knees buckled, but he held you firmly. He fucked you practically like a rag doll until he came, finishing inside you with a deep grunt. You were not surprised by his roughness, rather your enjoyment of it.

"I think I feel calmer, thanks," Kyotani said as you both redressed. It was almost comical, his treatment of this exchange. Like it was a totally normal thing to happen.

"Oh good, but do you mind if we don't tell anyone?" you asked, "Coach is weird about stuff with girls, you know? I would hate for him not to play you for something like this."

Kyotani's eyes darkened at the thought of being put on the sidelines. "I won't say a word."

2 down, 3 to go.

It was midterms week and everyone was stressed. Big tests and lots of games going on was never a good mix. Part of your job as manager was to check in with players and makes sure they were doing okay. When you found Kunimi and Kindaichi having a heated conversation, you had incorrectly assumed it was about academics.

"Everything okay boys?" you asked the first years. The color drained from Kunimi's face, while Kindaichi had a wicked grin.

"Kunimi is afraid he won't be able to impress the girl he likes because he's a virgin," Kindaichi announced.

"Dude shut up!" Kunimi huffed, his face reddening.

Kindaichi had no idea what gift he just gave you. "Aw, don't be embarrassed Kunimi," you replied sweetly, "There's nothing wrong with that. It wouldn't bother me if I was her." Kunimi relaxed and Kindaichi frowned, not having gotten the reaction he wanted. Before anyone could say more, the whistle blew signaling the start of practice.

When practice ended, you approached Kunimi when he was alone. "So tell me about this girl you like," you said.

Kunimi blushed, embarrassed that the pretty second year manager knew about his girl problems. And that he was virgin. "There’s not much to tell. Just a girl in my class who I think is cute. I've only talked to her a few times, but never asked her out. I'm just nervous that I, you know, would embarrassed myself because..." His voice trailed off because he could not bring himself to say it in front of you.

"Listen, you don't have to worry about all that. You're super cute and she'd be lucky to hang out with you," you began, "But if you're really concerned I'd help you."

Kunimi was so surprised you called him cute he couldn't process the second half of your statement. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you want, you don't have to be a virgin," you replied, "I'll show you what girls like. that way you'll feel less pressure with this girl after getting your first time out of the way."

Kunimi blinked. He could not believe you of all people were offering to take his virginity. "Are you serious? You're not playing a prank on me with Kindaichi, are you?"

"I swear I'm sincere," you replied, "All that I asked is you don't tell anyone. If the other guys found out, they might be weird about it."

"Of course," Kunimi nodded. He would not risk ruining this for himself. "But could I tell Kindaichi you called me cute. He kinda has a crush on you and I want to rub in his face since he put me on blast like that in front of you."

You chuckled. "Sure, just nothing about us sleeping together, okay?"

"I promise." You made a plan to meet in his dorm next weekend, as his roommate was gonna be away. You figured if he hadn't spilled the secret by then, you could trust him to keep it locked up.

When Saturday rolled around and no one knew of your little plan, you found yourself in Kunimi's dorm. "We totally don't have to do this if you don't want to," Kunimi said, shifting nervously on the bed. You thought his angst was sweet.

"Don't worry Kunimi, I want to," you replied. You placed your hand on his cheek gently. "You're sure you want to?" Kunimi nodded eagerly, making you smile. "Okay, let's start easy then. Kiss me." Kunimi leaned into and pressed his lips to yours. You slid that hand on his cheek to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

Kunimi was a good kisser. His lips moved rhythmically, tongue dipping in and out of your mouth with ease. Both your hands explored each other's bodies, getting used to the feel of the other. You almost got lost in the moment, but then remembered you were here for a purpose.

"What's the furthest you've gone with a girl?" you asked after pulling away. Kunimi's pupils were blown out and it took him a minute to respond, like he almost forgot why he was here too.

"Oh, um fingering," he blushed. His eyes kept flicking down the length of your body.

"Did she cum?"

"Yes," he replied confidently.

You smiled, "Good boy." Kunimi blushed deeper and if you didn't have a lesson to teach you'd want to explore that more. "Is there anything in particular you wanna learn?"

"Yeah, uh, going down on a girl," Kunimi replied, "If you're okay with that."

"I'm very okay with that," you grinned. "Let's work up to it, yeah? Just like you've been doing. Girls like when you kiss them and take your time. Gets us turned on." Kunimi nodded dutifully, returning to your lips. You kissed each other more purposefully now. You stripped each other of your shirts and Kunimi gently squeezed at your tits.

He kissed them both, before progressing lower down your body with a line of kisses. He reached your pants and looked up at you for permission, which you gave. "That was a good move, kissing all the way down. You sure you haven't done this before?"

"Honestly? I saw it in a porno," Kunimi replied, making you chuckle. Kunimi stripped off your pants. You spread your legs wider, allowing him to settle between them. He flushed at the sight of your wetness.

"You know how you were kissing me with tongue before? Start like that and we'll go from there," you told him. Kunimi did as you said and you let out a soft sigh when his lips connected to your pussy. He moved tentatively, trying to find the right rhythm. The more he tasted you, the harder he worked, driven to please you.

"Move your tongue higher. A little bit more oh-" your sentence cut off when his tongue found your clit. Kunimi responded to your moan, focusing his energy to that spot. His tongue flicked and swirled over the sensitive bud, making your hips stir. You threaded your fingers through his hair, holding him where he was, though he wasn't planning to move an inch. "Fuck Kunimi!" you cried out, as your orgasm flooded your body. You didn't even have to pretend to boost his confidence; it was that good.

"Okay, I seriously don't believe you've never done that before," you said when you finally caught your breath.

Kunimi beamed, "I swear it was."

"You ready for the next step?"

Kunimi nodded, his cock heavy in his boxers after experiencing you cumming on his tongue. You undressed him, admiring the length of him and the bead of pre cum that sat at the tip. You wrapped your hand around the base of him, guiding him to your entrance. You slid his tip through your wetness, making him nice and slick.

"Whenever you're ready," you said, eyes flicking up to his.

"Promise you won't laugh if I cum quick?" he asked.

"Promise," you smiled reassuringly.

Kunimi slid himself in slowly, gasping at the feeling of your pussy around him. Of course he'd imagined this moment before, but he couldn't believe how tight and wet and warm it really felt. "Fuck," he groaned, stilling himself for a moment. He knew you wouldn't laugh at him but he really did not want to cum the second he put it in.

"It's okay take your time," you said, "plus it's good to take your time. Girls need a little time to adjust, especially because you're big." Calling his dick big gave him the confidence to keep going. He moved slowly, allowing himself to get used to the feeling of you.

You felt so good, though, it was hard for him to control himself. His thrusts became quicker, desperate. He knew he should slow down, but the feel of you wrapped around him was too good to stop. "So good Kuni, just like that," you encouraged. The fast snap of his hips was working up your already sensitive cunt all over again.

"Y/n, I- shit," Kunimi moaned, unable to stop the orgasm that built in his body. His body stuttered as he released himself inside. The sensation sent you over the edge, making you cream around him. Kunimi let out a strangled breath at the feeling of you squeezing around his sensitive cock.

"Kunimi," you said when he collapsed next to you, panting, "I don't think you have to worry about pleasing girls at all." Kunimi smiled proudly, feeling accomplished that he finally lost his virginity.. Little did he know you were beaming from your own accomplishment. You were over halfway there.

After midterms, the mood on the team lightened. Everyone was excited for the big away game you were at, as you got to spend the night at a hotel. It was a much needed break after all the tests. You were doing rounds, making sure the guys were in their rooms and not making a mess of the place.

"Come in," you heard Oikawa's voice from the other side of the door. You entered his hotel room, finding him alone. "What's up, y/n?"

"Just making sure no ones burning down the hotel," you replied, "Who are you supposed to be staying with?"

Oikawa grinned, stretching out on the large bed in an exaggerated fashion. "Got the whole place to myself. Coach accidentally booked an extra room. I bet Iwaizumi that I could get more service aces and this was my prize for being right."

"Very nice," you replied. The gears started turning in your head; this was an opportunity you could not pass up. "Your fan girls were really something today."

Oikawa shrugged, "Can you blame them? I was playing well."

"I think they are more interested in what you could do off the court," you replied.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Oikawa said with a grin that told you he knew exactly what you were talking about.

You yawned in faux boredom. "I guess I just don't get it."

Oikawa scowled. "What do you mean?"

"No offense, but I just don't picture you at being good at... that," you replied. It was risky calculation to infer you didn't think he was good in bed, it could definitely just piss him off. But if you knew Oikawa, you knew that there was nothing he loved more than proving someone wrong.

"You must have a shitty imagination then," Oikawa replied. After a pause he added, "Let me prove you wrong." You had to stifle your laugh. Looks like you played your cards right.

"Someone's eager," you teased.

Oikawa rolled his eyes. "You're the one who came in here and started talking about sex. I bet this was your goal all along."

You feigned nonchalance, "I was just having a chat with you. But I can't lie, now I'm intrigued."

"Yeah, I bet," Oikawa replied, "Get over here." You followed, joining him on the bed. "For the record, I am going to make you say I was right and you were wrong when I'm done with you." His lips were on yours before you could reply. You both tried to take control, but you eventually submitted to him. You were okay with playing into his ego for the greater good.

Oikawa's hands slid up and down your clothed body. You could tell even then he was good with his touch. He ghosted over your core a few times, never truly touching you. It effectively worked you up. "Wait, I've got an idea," Oikawa said with a devilish grin, "I want you in front of the mirror." He nodded to the large floor length mirror in the corner of the room. Your pussy throbbed at the possibilities.

Oikawa sat you in front of him, your back flush to his chest. He pulled your pants down your legs, smirking at the wet spot on your underwear. "That wet already? You're making this too easy for me, y/n," Oikawa's voice was low in your ear, making you stir. He slid your underwear off slowly, no doubt trying to make you more antsy. His fingers trailed back up the length of your leg, calloused and warm.

A low sigh left your lips when he finally touched your center, dragging his finger through your slick. He teased your clit, getting you more worked up before he really touched you. He slid a finger into you, pressing at that sweet spot inside you in slow, lazy strokes.

"Can feel you sucking me in," Oikawa murmured, "You wanted this bad, huh?" You moaned in response as a second finger slid into you. You could not deny, he was good with his hands. His touch was skillful, easily finding what made your body react. He picked up the pace, fucking you with his fingers as his thumb rubbed at your neglected clit. The sound of his fingers plunging into you was pornographic.

"Look at the mess your making," Oikawa said, nudging you to look in the mirror. His fingers were coated in a wet sheen and you were dripping down onto his thighs, soaking the fabric of his sweats. "Bet you wanna cum, huh? I can tell, can feel you squeezing my fingers."

"Please," was all you could gasp. Your eyes fell down to where Oikawa's fingers disappeared inside you. The pump of muscles in his forearms as his fingers fucked you, the feel of his ever growing hard on rubbing against your ass, it was all too much.

"Hmm, I'll let you cause you said please," Oikawa replied, pressing his thumb faster against your aching clit. You cried out his name as he gripped your thigh with his free had, keeping your legs spread for him. You both watched as you came, your cunt fluttering around his long fingers. Your body went slack against him, but he wasn't finished with you yet.

"I'm feeling generous today," Oikawa smirked as he pulled his cock out of his sweats. His dick was as pretty as he was, long and flushed a soft shade of pink.

"How unlike you." You still had it in you to banter with him. Oikawa chuckled, lifting your hips so he could slide his length into you.

"Prepped you well," Oikawa mused, "can feel you sucking me in." He bottomed out with a low groan. He thrust up into you in long, slow strokes. Your nails dug into his thighs as you savored the roll of his hips.

"Can feel you throbbing in me," you retorted, breathless. "Guess you wanted this too, huh?" You mimicked his words back to him. Oikawa shut you up with a particularly deep thrust, making you gasp.

"What's that? I couldn't hear you." His hips were snapping faster now, chasing his own high. You were right, he did want this. And the second he felt you cum on his fingers he knew he wouldn't be able to rest until he felt you do it on his cock. It didn't take long at this new pace for him to get his wish.

"Shit Oikawa," you moaned, your head falling back on his shoulder. Your body totally melted into his as pleasure consumed you for the second time. Oikawa cursed as you squeezed him, spilling inside you. You watched his face contort in pleasure in the mirror and, damn, he really was pretty. Maybe you did understand those girls after all.

"Looks like I was right," Oikawa panted, with a smug grin.

"Looks you like you were," you replied, keeping your smugness internal. Just one more left. "Just promise me you won't tell anyone. You know how coach is with girl stuff. If he found out, I'd probably be fired."

As much as Oikawa wanted to brag about this, he liked you and didn't want you to lose the position because of him. "It will be our little secret."

You were nervous about approaching Iwaizumi, but with the end of the semester approaching you had to face your fear.

"Hey Iwaizumi, would you by any chance be able to help me in the gym sometime? I've been wanting to get into going, but not sure how to use the machines," you asked him one day after practice. Iwaizumi was an exercise science major and often helped the team with work outs.

"I'd love to, it's actually perfect that you asked." Iwaizumi explained one of his class's final was to create a an exercise plan for someone. "Do you mind if I use this for the project?"

"Not at all! I'm glad to be helping you out, too." You agreed to meet at the gym later that week. There was a small gym at your campus that was for athletes or fitness related majors use only. The night you met, Iwaizumi reserved the gym for the two of you to use.

"I figured you'd be more comfortable if it was just us," he explained.

"I appreciate that. Hopefully it wasn't too much trouble for you," you replied.

Iwaizumi shook his head. "Not at all, we do it all the time for our assignments."

Iwaizumi took you through the machines, showing you how to do different workouts. You wore your favorite workout set, the little bike shorts and sports bra fitting your body perfectly. You could feel Iwaizumi's eyes on you, soaking in your body's movements. His hands were warm and firm on your body as he put you into proper form and you swore they lingers on you. Maybe he was just being thorough, but the stirring in your stomach told you it was more than that.

"You did great," Iwaizumi complimented. "Now I gotta stretch you out." Iwaizumi turned red. "Shit, that sounded bad."

You laughed, "I knew what you meant. I love a good stretch." You smiled with the littlest hint of suggestiveness. Iwaizumi took you into the trainer's room, which was a smaller space that had a little lifted bed in the corner. It looked a bit like like a doctor's office.

"Just hop up there and lay down," Iwaizumi instructed. He took one of your legs in his, pressing it up your body like you were in split. You relished the feeling of his body pressing against you.

"Feels good," you said, your voice infused with satisfaction. It was innocent enough statement, but it made Iwaizumi's pants start to feel tighter.

"You are very flexible," he commented, switching over to the other leg. He was so close to you it was driving you crazy. His body was warm and solid, the result of his own workout regimen. His scent filled your nose, woody and spicy. It was driving you crazy.

The tension was palpable as he set your leg back down. You sat up, your eyes locked on his. His body acted on its' own accord, stepping between your legs and pulling you into him. The kiss was frenzied and deep, both of you the secret desire you harbored for the other.

"Do you wanna..." his voice trailed off, breathless.

"Please," you replied.

"Get on your hands and knees for me," he instructed, his voice sweet. He helped move you into place, positioning himself behind you. Iwaizumi slid your shorts and underwear down, cursing under his breath at your wet cunt displayed for him. He gripped the plush of your thighs, burying his face in you. His mouth moved over you just as desperately as his kissed you, leaving you breathless.

He alternative between sucking and licking at your clit. Each time your body jolted with pleasure, Iwaizumi gripped you tighter, keeping you still for him. He pulled away only once, spreading your ass and spitting between them. He return to sucking at your clit as his thumb circled the tight hole. Finally, he sunk his thumb in your ass, pulling a loud gasp from your lips.

"Fuck Iwa!" you cried at. He was driven by your sweet sighs, using his tongue to fuck your dripping cunt as his thumb pressed into your ass. The sensation cause the pleasure in your lower tummy to snap, crying out his name as your orgasm surged through your body.

"Fuck I need you so bad," Iwaizumi said, "Can't wait to feel you do that on my cock." He repositioned your hips, running his palm down the length of your spine to put you into a nice arch. He pulled his heavy, leaking cock out of his pants, rubbing his tip through your slick folds. You couldn't see the size of him, but by the stretch as he pressed into you, you knew he was big.

Iwaizumi dragged his cock in and out of your cunt, low grunts escaping his lips. You were sucking it in, making it hard for him to keep as slow pace. He gripped your hips for leveraged, throwing more weight into each thrust. It was deep and hard in the best way.

"Don't stop," you urged, feeling your release building again. Iwaizumi was fueled by your words, desperate to feel your pussy fluttering around him. Iwaizumi brought one hand around your body, rubbing fast circles over your already sensitive clit.

The feeling building in your tummy swelled in intensity. The different, strange. You realized a second too late what was about to happen.

"I'm gonna oh-" you broke off into a euphoric gasp as you squirted on Iwaizumi's thighs. Your whole body shook, completely overtaken by pleasure. The combination of you squirting and your cunt spasming around his cock was too much. Iwaizumi let out a low, strangled curse as he shot hot ropes of cum inside you. When his hips finally stilled you, you were both trying to catch your breath.

"I promise I won't right about that last part in my paper," Iwaizumi broke the silence.

You laughed. "I appreciate that. Could I also ask you not to tell anyone on the team about this? I don't want them being stupid about it."

Iwaizumi dreaded the thought of his immature teammates finding out. "Absolutely, it will stay between you and I. And, y/n, I know we did this backwards, but I'd love to take you out."

You grinned, "I'd love that too."

***

"Okay enough counting your money, I need to hear the ranking," your friend said.

"Just making sure I got what I earned," you smirked, "but let's get into it."

You put mad dog in last place, which would probably piss him off. Good thing he'll never know. "It wasn't bad by any means. But I definitely enjoyed the others more."

"I just can't believe you had sex on the courts. I'll never be able too look at them the same again." You laughed, then continued.

Matsukawa was next. "He's very much a boob guy. Honestly, really good with them. If he did more foreplay he could have been higher."

"Very fair."

Kunimi was the middle ground. "He was the dark horse for me. I was surprised how good he was, especially with it being his first time."

"Dude is going places," your friend commented. You had to agree.

It was a tough call between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, but you had to put Iwaizumi on top since he made your squirt. "He was so fucking good. And I'm probably biased because I have a crush on him, but I don't care. The evidence speaks for itself."

"Both sound like a great time."

"Absolutely," you nodded, "I understand Oikawa's fan girls more now." You both giggled, then got to planning your outfit for your date with Iwaizumi.

[cxcox]

Grabe ba. Kuminis mukha ko sa filter ng Instagram 😮‍💨

[pokemonxhyperfixation]

Gensokai Pokemon

Buckemp

The Bucket Pokemon

A fire and water type

Dex Entry: Buckemp are a very common sight in the caves of the Gensokai region. Buckemp are born inside of a bucket, from which they will never leave. While it is unknow what they fully look like, they are assumed to be spider like due to the thread they produce. Buckemp are known to hang from the ceilings of caves, and then drop on unsuspecting creatures below them.

Abilities: Shell Armor/Battle Armor

Hidden Ability: n/a

The Kisume pokemon. This one also actually has stats. 60/20/120/15/80/10. To say this pokemon is min-maxed is an understatement. Based on the Kisume Puppet in Puppet play. If you're concerned about damage, worry not for it has a signiture move! Bucket Drop is an 80 power physical water move that uses your defense to attack. It's water type body press. Does only learn it shortly before evolving tho. Name is Bucket + Imp.

Privuuny

The Moon Rabbit Pokemon

A normal and psychic type

Dex Entry: Privuuny are very shy pokemon, avoiding contact with creatures outside their own species. With other members of their kind however, they form massive social groups often refered to as militias. These groups are led by their evolutions, which use Privuuny for grunt work. The arm cannon Privuuny have are given to them by their parents once they become old enough to fight. It is believed that Privuuny are originally from the moon.

Abilities: Run Away/Mega Launcher

Hidden Ability: Limber

Privuuny comes from Private (as in the military rank) and Buuny (a common, cutesy mispelling of bunny). The megaman-esk arm cannon is here to avoid giving them a gun =). The patern on their chest is the rank symbol for private, just to hammer in the military basis of the line.

Maerigus

The Void Mushroom Pokemon

A Pure Psychic type.

Dex Entry: A strange psychic type found rarely around the gensokai region. These strange mushroom pokemon have immense psychic energy stored within their cap they use to teleport. Unfortunatly, they have no control over where they teleport to. They are believed to have some limited form of telepathy, as some people claim to hear what sounds like humming in their head when around these pokemon. It is widely believed that they are not actually from this region.

Abilities: Dazzling/Regenerator

Hidden Ability: n/a

My idea that Yukari is more or less a mushroom has become a pokemon! Sort of. The name is actually derieved from fungus and Mary Hearn's first name (not even trying with the spelling, I'm refering to the name that's not maribel btw). So yeah. There is a very real chance this creature is the Pseudo-Legendary btw.

Kumini

The Familiar Pokemon

A pure Psychic Type

Dex Entry: A strange species of Bat-like pokemon frequently found in areas dark areas. Kumini are relatively odd amongst psychic type pokemon due to their incredibly limited ability to produce psychic energy. Instead, they feed off the energy of other psychic type pokemon and people with psychic abilities. While them doing this doesn't actually affect the energy of the being their feeding on in a meaningful way, they still do choose to aid the creature they're feeding from in order to make the relationship mutually benefitial. As such, Kumini are actually incredibly popular with people with any form of psychic ability.

Abilities: Pick Up/Forewarn

Hidden Ability: Magician

Have a nice Koakuma pokemon! I wanted to make it very friendly and helpful, so here you go! I surprisingly don't have much to say about Kumini. The name is Ku from Akuma (meaning devil) and mini because it's but a child. So yeah.

[jansses]

kahit hindi na ako pumuti, basta kuminis lang talaga ako… #2023Goal

[kawaii-night666]

14- Kageyama turns into a kid!

Tobio was having a nap while everyone woke up as they saw Tobio being cuddle by Akira they all thought 'Damn you Kumini-kun/chan! That should be my spot!'

Akira open his eyes and saw everyone staring at them as he gave them deadpan face and said while covering Tobio ears to block out from the noise that the others would either scream, whine or other things. Akira said "What."

Everyone snaps out of their daze but felt sad they didn't get to cuddle Tobio though Tooru said "Kunimi-chan no fair that you're cuddling Tobio-chan."

Hajime roll his eyes at his childhood friend/ neighbour as he then faces Akira and said "Can you wake up Kageyama so we can all go together to eat food."

Akira nodded even though he doesn't want to wake him up but himself and everyone has to eat so they all can spend time together again and hope not to repeat the same incident at the mall. They all remember when they got back their coach scold them all while Tobio was hugging his milk plushie while been hold by Kiyoko as the managers shake their head at the boys.

As they head to canteen you see Tobio being giggle with the girls while the guys felt themselves pouting or jealous of not sure to be who spot though. Yachi saw the boys who looks gloomy as she then said to Kiyoko "Kiyoko-senpai, the boys look gloomy."

The girls stop talking and saw the boys but they all know that they are jealous so they decide to make fun of them, Yukie grabs onigiri and face Tobio who tilt his head like a lost puppy as it struck arrows to the players and the managers as Yukie said "Here you go Tobio."

"You sure Shiro-san." Tobio asked Yukie as she smile at him then nod at him saying its okay you can have it so it won't worry him further.

Tobio thank Yukie for the onigiri that she gives he then eat it as his cheeks puff up which makes everyone thinks 'Wonder if they are soft and squishy to touch.' It seems very tempting but they try to hold it because the cuteness that Tobio giving going sent everyone to hospital and the one who because it is Tobio himself.

Oikawa said "Say should we do fashion show for Tobio-chan to try the clothes we bought."

Atsumu said "Now we talkin', let's do it!"

Hajime replies "I feel bad for Kageyama now."

Shoyo excitedly said "I bet Kageyama be cute wearing the one I chose."

Kei rise his eyebrow at the shrimp -cough- I mean Shoyo as he said "No stupid he will wear what I chose him."

Kenma then said "I think he be cute trying on cat one." Tetsuro look at his childhood best friend in shock but didn't say anything because he also wants to see Tobio in a cat ears and tails.

Koutaro said "No he be dressing as an owl."

Suga claims "But Kageyama is a crow so he belongs to us and we get to chose what he will wear first? Any objections."

Silence that no one wants to see a mad Suga but they do want to argue though while Rintarou get ready his phone to take a lot of pictures of Tobio in different clothes to try on. As the managers give the boys deadpan face and thought 'Weirdos.... Poor Kageyama...'

➶➶➶➶➶ //////////////////////////////// ➷➷➷➷➷

Author-san: Chapter 14 is here minna yayyy

Poor Tobio have to deal with them

Tobio logs in

Tobio: Pleaseeee turn me back to normal

I beg youuu 🙇

Author-san: Not yet bestie

The next chapter will be interesting hehe

Tobio: I doubt that 😒

Author-san: How meannn

Don't doubt meee

U love me really 😜

Tobio: .....

Author-san: Say it back Tobs

💕💖

Tobio: Love u too boke

Author-san: kasdksfk

Author-san logs off

Tobio: Don't tell me they faint

Tobio logs off

Rin: 🤳 This is great tea

But I'm jealous I want Tobio to say love to me

Atsumu: HUH NO

Tooru: Tobio-chan loves me more than author and anyone

Atsumu: No Tobio-kun loves me

Author-san logs in

Author-san: Ur right

Atusmu: See

Tooru: No

Author-san: Bc we all know that Tobio loves me

Author-san logs off

Tooru: U bi

Atsumu: That sneaky

Osamu: Shut up Tsumu

Haijme: Shut up ShittyKawa

Atsumu: Meann Samu

Tooru: Meann Iwa-chan

Kiyoko: See you in the next chapter

Tanaka: Kiyoko-sannn ❣️💘💟💓

Yuu: Kiyoko-sannn 💓💞💖❤️‍🔥

[bloodberi-arts]

"Why are you so mad? Are you constipated?

"Why are you so mad? Are you constipated?

~Sakuta AZUSAGAWA

..... when you are asking always be polite lol, I was hoping Kumini and Futaba would end up together ...sigh

[444names]

female lithuanian forenames + hindu deities BUT excluding "a"

Beesh Beeshis Belene Belge Beriti Berugenu Berute Bhine Bhire Bhirene Bhishvis Bhiti Bhule Bhumilte Bhumini Bhurti Bhush Bhushnute Bhusre Bhusregini Bhusrene Bhusri Bhuste Bhute Bhuteri Bhuthi Birrti Briditi Brisle Brith Brone Broni Budhi Budhule Budre Budrele Budrene Budvi Chhini Chhinji Chhish Chhith Chini Chishnu Deveerele Devele Deveni Devenrite Devilinji Devilute Deviole Devis Devith Dhine Dhishthi Dhith Dhiti Dhule Dhuryte Dimute Dimuts Dishi Dithvi Donele Dretu Droni Durti Durunilute Durute Egietri Egine Egini Egiti Elekshi Elele Eleni Elenorti Elenriti Elesh Elgele Elgenri Elvyte Emite Eregi Erishi Erone Eroni Eugele Eugeni Eugri Eveeroni Eveni Evidimune Evilidi Evilole Evilute Evithi Eviti Felekshnu Felene Felgenu Felinte Felvele Felzbieri Filili Filoni Filte Filuthine Gelesh Genele Genirute Genomune Genri Gieri Githi Grishi Guole Guoli Gushi Gusti Heshi Heshtr Hriti Ierele Ieriti Ietrone Ietus Ievenriti Ievilte Ievirundre Iliuts Ilute Indoviti Indrevi Inele Inese Ingri Iniishis Inine Ininji Inisle Irele Irimi Irrti Irrtinine Iruge Irumine Irune Jelene Jelge Jelgene Jeline Jelli Jelvi Jhule Jhuminiish Jhusrelele Jolele Jolenri Joline Jolitri Jolvi Joniste Jonsh Jonshnu Joviketu Jovili Jovilute Julidi Jumbieri Jumbodi Jundre Junele Junerone Juniste Jurgini Jurti Jurute Juruts Jushi Jushth Justi Jyoti Jyotr Jyotretri Jyotri Jyotryte Keshi Keshnu Ketus Khirundi Khiti Khodi Kirri Kirrti Kirushnute Kirute Koliute Konste Kotri Kotrisle Krimurute Krimute Krini Krish Kristi Kriti Kubeeshi Kubele Kuberis Kubri Kubris Kumini Kundhi Kunditrith Kunikune Kunine Lidis Lijonshure Lindi Linelzbine Linji Liuddhu Liute Liuthi Liuts Lolitr Lomeeswini Lomure Lonshi Lorti Mievi Milte Miluteshi Mohikune Mohinji Mohirri Mohiskone Mohite Moneeri Monele Monesesh Moniri Monis Mooregi Moori Mundhu Mundi Mundondni Munele Muneleri Muneleshi Muneshu Munetri Murginji Murti Murune Muruste Murute Muryte Muthi Nelindni Nerele Netus Ninele Ninji Nirese Nirri Nirune Nirute Niste Nomenele Noore Noorti Norti Novioli Novish Novithisti Noviti Oninji Onste Onsteris Periti Perone Perute Petushi Puregi Purgi Purgini Purgithi Purti Purute Pushiti Pushnu Pushthi Pusreli Pusri Puste Pusti Rbhine Rbhule Rbhumilte Rbhusre Redrone Regine Reginji Regite Regiti Releshite Reletr Reliute Renele Renelelge Reniru Renori Renorti Renringi Reshi Retri Reveigi Romuniste Ronese Ruddhush Runele Rushi Ruteshnuts Seshuts Shishi Shminji Shthine Shtrish Shule Shumine Shumini Sileromute Sililte Silte Simone Sithvilute Sitri Skole Skondimune Skone Skoti Skotri Sofile Sofilenri Sofiliute Sofilole Sofiluth Sofilvyte Solele Solese Solith Soliti Someeruts Someese Somundrele Sonste Stini Subeesh Subele Subelgeshi Subrone Subroneri Surti Surundovi Swini Terone Torini Torti Ugene Ugese Umbinji Uminji Urgine Uruge Urute Ushisti Veenele Veenovilte Veeri Veeru Veigieru Veigietu Veigiti Veleshiti Veleshuts Velvite Venelge Venuthi Videvite Viktorti Vikubele Vilekshnu Vilele Vileridi Vileshi Vilile Viliti Vilole Vilolvi Vilomute Viloriti Vilteriti Vilute Vilutesh Vilvi Vingi Viniisti Vinte Viole Violi Violvyte Virrti Virute Vishi Vishu Viskoni Visle Viste Visti Vithire Vitrene Vitrone Yelenorene Yeleri Yelge Yelgenu Yelvi Zemieri Zemilte Zemini Zeminte Zemite Zimilte Zimingusri Zimone Zimune Zimute Zinge Zinilute Zithi Zitini

[heartboudoir]

“Am I not allowed to smile?” Iwa teases looking over at you and laughs softly when you roll your eyes at his joking as he leads you outside to the driveway where Kumini is already waiting in an SUV to take you and Iwa out for the day. “You look lovely by the way, I don’t know if I told you that yet.” He says while helping you into the backseat, making sure to buckle your seatbelt just like Toshi would do.

-🤍

My smile falls when he does that, sinking into the seat and gulping as the door shuts on me. I miss Toshi all the time, every second I think about him— but things like that make me miss him more and I try my hardest not to tear up…

Iwaizumi sits in the front with kunimi and I keep quiet as they start the drive into the city, wondering what Toshi is up to in this moment— whether he’s given up or still trying

[cloudenthusiast2]

HQ x Genshin Impact headcanons #4

Aoba Johsai:

Kumimi was the first one who started playing the game

He mains Mona and secretely finds her very cute but would never admit that to anyone

Kindaichi at first just watched him play but soon he actually followed his path. But there is actually a little problem

He's a trash player. There's nothing much to it, he just simply sucks at video games

Oikawa doesn't play video games in general because he only wants to focus on practice - but on Mondays, when they have their days off, he can't resist and sometimes logs in a little

He mains Barbara for a reason that is not clear at all, probably not even to him

Iwaizumi doesn't play any video games. Oikawa tried to lure him in but he strictly refused it

"Look at all these pretty girls, Iwa-chan! Are you sure you don't wanna give it a go?" "Cut the crap, Shittykawa and go spend your time on something more valuable." "What a boomer you are, Iwa-chan~"

Matsunn started playing because all the cursed memes he saw on Reddit

Makki teased him about it but then actually joined him and now they go around together, joining random worlds and trolling players

Hanamaki also plays and firmly believes that Paimon's gonna be the first six star character and at this point no one knows if he's joking or actually serious about it

[fyeah-chanyeol]

© kumini

[faetarou]

𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐚

fandom || haikyuu

pairing || kunimi akira x reader

gender || fem!reader

desc || akira never thought he would fall for his childhood best friend, but here he was, knee scraped and all.

warnings // disclaimers || swearing, pining ig, minor injuries // blood, mention of iwaoi, my kunimi brainrot going so hard rn he just cute, okay-

word count || 2.1k

taglist || @crystal-lilac [you can send me an ask or dm to be added !!]

KUNIMI AKIRA FELT LIKE HE knew Y/L/N Y/N better than he knew himself. He could always tell how she was going to react to any given situation, knew every little thing she about her from her favourite ice cream flavour to people she complained about the most.

For Akira, Y/N was always completely predictable.

But he was not.

He didn't know when or how it happened, but on one of the days that was the exact same as countless others before that particular one, walking home with Y/N who'd waited for him after volleyball practice, she laughed at some sarcastic comment he made.

Akira didn't know what it was about the particular joke, something about an easily forgettable event from practice, but Y/N's laugh enthralled him. She threw her head back as they walked, making a loud noise of pure happiness, her eyes and nose scrunched up from the motion. He couldn't breathe, couldn't see anything but the girl by his side, and found heat rising to his cheeks.

Blushing. Stoic, unemotional, quiet Kunimi Akira, was blushing. What in the ...

"That was funny, Aki!" Y/N gasped, turning to him with a wide smile.

He was completely unable to respond, finding himself just staring at her, her e/c eyes still sparkling in amusement.

Finally, he managed to force out a laugh of his own. "Ha, thanks, Y/N."

It wasn't lost on Akira how robotic he sounded, how fake, but she still smiled anyway, turning back to the road in front of her with a spring in her step.

He cursed himself a thousand times, all but stumbling through the routine of walking Y/N to her house that was always the first stop, waving goodbye to her awkwardly as she slotted her keys into the lock and disappeared, until he was finally alone again.

Akira wasn't sure if alone was a feeling he enjoyed - though he presented indifference on the matters of almost everything, including his passion for volleyball - but he was sure it was an emotion he was destined to suffer through.

Why was I watching her? When did I start to notice her? When did she get so ... so ...

He scoffed to no one, arms wrapping around himself as gusts of cold wind blew across the sweaty, mint-green volleyball uniform he wore.

When did she get so pretty?

"She's always been pretty," Akira said to himself, well aware that there was something just slightly idiotic about talking to himself on an empty suburban road. "But why did it take me so long to realise."

Y/N wouldn't leave his mind the entire walk home, as though she'd never left his side, and his questions remained unanswered. By the time he actually reached his house, he was ready to slam his head into a wall from the effort of attempting to figure out what he was feeling.

How had it come on so suddenly? How had it only taken the girl he'd known since before he could talk moments to render him incapable of speech, enamoured by her every movement.

"Uh oh, that's not a good look," his older sister teased as he entered the house, slipping off his shoes and dropping his bag on the floor. "Akira. Spill."

He glared at her, embarrassed to have had his turmoil showing so easily on his face that she could read him like a book. Opting out of dignifying her with a response, he made straight for the kitchen, desperate for a snack and possibly to hide amongst the pantry shelves for a good couple millennia and avoid all questions, including his own.

When his sister followed him and wouldn't stop pestering, Akira finally caved and spilled the problem that had been plaguing him all afternoon.

Except it wasn't a problem, because Y/N never could be, in his eyes.

Akira viewed himself to be the problem. He was too quiet, too sarcastic, too indifferent for most people's liking.

He wasn't the right fit for his cheerful, kind, witty best friend.

To his surprise when he finished his rant about 'what's happening?' and 'she's just so ... ugh-', his sister laughed, her raven hair the same shade as his spilling over her shoulder as she leaned forwards to pat his head.

"You're so clueless Akira," she chuckled, finally standing to move, but not without one last comment thrown back at him. "You've been in love with Y/L/N for years."

He froze, his dark eyes flying wide open as she sashayed away, leaving him alone at the kitchen counter, attempting to process what she'd said.

In love ... years?

The longer he stayed there, his thoughts flying a thousand kilometres an hour, the more sure he was that his older sister was right, and he really was clueless.

That ... that emotion was the reason he'd always made an effort to be nicer around Y/N, why he smiled at her and didn't offer the same gift to anyone else, why he hadn't pushed her alone away of all his childhood friends.

Kunimi Akira had loved Y/L/N Y/N since before he even knew the word, and all he knew was this e/c-eyed girl who meant the entire world to him

"Fuck," he groaned, dropping his head into his folded arms on the counter. "Fuck."

"Kunimi-chan!"

The yell reverberating across the Seijoh gymnasium brought his attention up from his lap, where he had been staring at his hands for an indeterminable period of time. He tilted his head upwards to look the speaker in the eye, who positively towered above him (sitting on the floor) with his six feet of pure brat.

"I get that you're normally lazy at practice, but this is ridiculous," Oikawa Tooru pouted, a volleyball spinning on his finger and his head tilted to the side with a childish frown. "Is it my sets? Do I need to bribe you again?"

"Kunimi!" the coach yelled, somewhat less delicately. "Get up and get going!"

Akira obliged, though the thoughts of Y/N, sweet, pretty, Y/N, that had taken up residence immovably in his mind over the past week, couldn't take precedence over volleyball.

Somehow, Oikawa picked up on his distracted behaviour (stupid genius setters), and approached the black-haired boy again after practice. "Got something on your mind, Kunimi-chan?"

Akira opened his mouth just slightly, preparing the ready excuse of 'just studying for finals, senpai', when Oikawa spoke again.

"Or someone?"

He was glad his water bottle was clenched in his right hand rather than raised to his mouth, because he was sure he would've choked and sprayed liquid everywhere. "P-pardon?"

The captain fixed him with the kind of look that gave Akira the distinct impression he was being studied under a microscope, a thousand unreadable emotions inn his eyes. "We have a match tomorrow. Get it out of the way - confess, whatever - and be focused."

Akira blinked as Oikawa clapped him on the shoulder. "Take it from your senpai that-"

"Are you trying to give Kunimi relationship advice, Shittykawa?" Iwaizumi yelled across the gym, a volleyball in one of his large hands primed to be thrown. "Because I seem to remember you-"

"Sh-shut up, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa fired back, flushing a deep red as he abandoned the poort fist-year in favour of chasing after his ace. "Hey-, wait, Haji-"

Akira stifled a quick giggle, though he sobered rather quickly as a glance at his phone revealed that morning practice had nearly concluded.

Get it out of the way.

He shook his head so his parted hair fell into his eyes like curtains, kneading his hands as he stood and made his way to the club room to change, his mind buzzing.

How the fuck am I meant to do that?

Akira was staring again, and he knew it, he just ... couldn't look away.

Though practically every first-year at Seijoh knew how close he and Y/N were, they never sat together at lunchtimes, and over the previous few days, he'd been watching her.

Seen the wide stretch of her smile as one of her friends made a joke, the shine in her eyes as she spoke animatedly, one hand covering her mouth stuffed with food.

Heard the laugh he'd always been in love with.

Despaired to himself at the remainder that Y/N was as far out of his reach as the years of their childhood. He'd never felt this way over anything, anyone.

Get it out of the way.

Akira didn't know what struck him, but he found himself standing from his lonely eating spot in the school's stone-cobbled courtyard, and walking ever so slowly over to Y/N.

To his conflicted observation, she noticed him almost immediately, bursting into a goofy grin and waving her arm in a haphazard greeting. "Aki!"

It was then that anything that could've gone wrong, went wrong.

The combination of his nickname falling from Y/N's lips, and Y/N herself, sent Akira into a blushing mess as he suddenly became shy, raising a couple fingers in a greeting as he continued to walk.

This distraction, paired with a loose stone, caused him to stumble, and sent him flying forwards in an almost comical trip, the fact that he was clad in a short-sleeved uniform for sport the next period not making anything better. He hit the ground with a flare of pain not too serious, but enough to shock him as he dimly registered panicked footsteps rushing towards him.

"Ah, shit, Aki, are you okay?" Y/N's fearful voice asked, just above him.

Akira peeled himself off the ground, climbing to his feet and numbly taking into account the fact that his right knee and both palms were weeping blood.

However, he was more focused on the girl right in front of him.

"Did you hurt yourself just now?" she frowned, reaching for his hand and taking it between both of her own in a movement that sent butterflies swarming through his stomach.

I never had much of a filter, anyway.

Throwing all his principles regarding recklessness out the window, Akira shyly replied to her question.

"Uh, no ... but I think I hurt myself falling for you."

Immediately he wanted to clap a hand over his mouth, be whacked so hard in the head by a volleyball so hard he experienced short-term memory loss, die, or all of the above, wincing at the shocked and blank look on Y/N's face.

Suddenly, she laughed, reaching into her pocket with one hand, the other still holding his. "Good thing I have a Band-Aid, then."

This time, it was him who was shocked. Never, in a million years, would he have thought his childhood friend liked him back.

Yet, here she was, nervously stepping forwards and kneeling in front of him, pressing the bandage to his knee with a soft touch.

"There," she said timidly, remaining on the ground and avoiding his eyes.

Surprising himself again, Akira reached down to grab her hand and pull Y/N to her feet. She stumbled, those beautiful e/c eyes of hers wide as she landed in Akira's arms, staring up at him with evident shock.

"Aki?"

"Y/N," he replied, his voice wavering just a little. "I kinda like you. Can I, uh ..."

She began to smile at his shyness, making him fall for her all over again. "Can you what?"

"May I please kiss you?" he rushed out, nervously waiting for her response as she clung to his forearms, his hands having somehow found their way to her waist.

"Kunimi Akira," Y/N smiled, the name full of nostalgia and affection. "Of course you can."

He was unable to stop himself from bursting out into a cross between a grin and a smirk as he closed his eyes, leaning in until his lips brushed hers.

The kiss was clumsy at first, their noses bumping, and Akira breathed a laugh as he held onto Y/N like she was the only person in the world.

In a way, she was.

"Aki," she giggled as she pulled back, her hands sliding up to his shoulders and winding their way around his neck, even as her friends cheered and teased from the other side of the courtyard. "That was the most stupidly cheesy pickup line ever."

"You chose me sixteen years ago," he smirked back. "Guess you're stuck with me now."

Y/N leaned back in, a smile curving her lips, which Akira was desperate to meet with his own again. "I guess I am."

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

[pockyxx]

“ lil’ sis ”

a. kunimi x reader

genre: fluff. (big brother! oikawa)

being able to watch the boys volleyball practices so often had it’s pros as well as it’s cons. a con being you always had to wait extra long for toru to finish, meaning you would miss the anime that played after school.

a pro: being able to watch kunimi akira play. to most he was average, uninterested and some would go as far as to call him lazy. not you though—every time he’d look your way you’d blush and every time you’d catch him sticking his tongue out, you’d giggle.

when he confessed, it was like living on cloud 9. obviously you returned the feelings. it had been three months since that day and everything was wonderful. except for the fact you hadn’t told your older brother.

“are you sure you can’t tell him soon?” akira sat at the edge of your couch, your outer thighs pressing together. shaking your head you explained,

“your inter high tournament is coming up, he’ll be even more stressed. plus when he’s stress he gets even more mad.” you bit your lip as he slipped his hand into yours, falling over and resting his head on your shoulder.

“[nick name] is not allowed to date any boys, ever!” you recalled a conversation between you, your older brother and iwaizumi.

“shut up loserkawa, don’t you think y/n should make that decision on her own.” iwaizumi stood on your side as you nodded. a large factor swaying iwa to your side was that he’d heard a phone call with [friend’s name] as you fauned over his underclassman.

Snapping your attention back to your boyfriend, he’d laid himself down so that his head rested in your lap. your hands has subconsciously started to play with his hair.

“even if toru doesn’t know, it doesn’t mean I like you any less.” you cupped his checks, bending down and ghosting your lips over his, slowly pressing a kiss onto his lips.

the house was supposed to be yours for the day, that’s why you invited akira over. toru was suppose to take takeru to volleyball lessons while your parents were at work. the house was supposed to be yours.

sounds of the door unlocking could be heard from your living room and you frantically looked at kunimi as he got up, panicking slightly.

“hide!” you hissed out in a bit of a whisper-scream as your boyfriend searched for the best spot to conceal his presence. quickly, he made his way to a linin closer biggest enough for him to squeeze in.

“i’ve said it a million times takeru, i didn’t get the email saying your lessons were canceled today!” you heard toru and takeru’s whining coming from the front entrance, your stomach churning at the thought of getting caught.

“hey aunt y/n!” takeru’s expression lightened once he saw you, running up for a hug. turning his head to his brother, making it clear you were the favourite.

“you guys are back early!” you nervously laughed, “toru didn’t take you for ice cream like he said?”

toru promising ice cream was a story you’d just managed to fabricate, a way to get them out of the house long enough to help akira escape.

“ice cream?!” takeru shot up in excitement as toru squinted at you, shaking his head. he opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted with a sneeze.

“what was that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“what was what? i didn’t hear anything.” you shrugged, trying to act innocent.

“you’re a bad liar, sister-chan.” toru crossed his arms, shaking his head.

“it sounded like a sneeze.” takeru added in, unaware of his own snitch-like behaviour.

“a sneeze that came from the linen closet.” your heart beat sped up as you watched toru walk across the room. mentally groaning, you remembered akira’s sensitivity to dust— what a poor hiding spot he’d chosen.

the setter was in shock as he opened the door and his team mates came falling out, rubbing his flushed red nose.

“kunimi? what are you doing in my house?!” his eyes wide with shock, toru caught on to the glance he sent your way, “oh my god! we’re you with my sister— takeru cover your ears.”

the elementary school boy did as he was told as toru turned your attention back to kunimi.

“it better not be what it looks like.” he got up in your boyfriends face and you’d just about had it with his protective older brother act. you stomped up to them and pushed toru out of the way.

grabbing akira’s hand with force you brought it up so your brother could see.

“toru i’ve had enough of you dictating my life. me and akira are dating, get over it now because, well because i love him!” you hadn’t expected to let it out, neither of you had used the ‘l’ word before.

kunimi’s eyes went wide as he squeezed your hand. toru, on the other hand looked on the brink of death, turning as pale as a ghost.

“l-love?” he stuttered, “how long has this been going on?”

“for a longtime, i should’ve told you sooner so i didn’t have to keep sneaking around with him.” you grumble, “now take our nephew to get ice cream so I can spend more time with my boyfriend before he needs to head home.”

toru stood up straight, nodding and the wave of rage that was coming off of you. he was used to seeing you as his sweet, innocent baby sister who inevitably needed to be protecting. but watching you stand up for yourself, he realized there was nothing he could do.

“fine, let’s go takeru.” he signaled to your nephew, who’d secretly been listening the whole time and as the pair walked out you let out a sigh.

“I guess it worked out for us, huh?” you chuckled, as you turned to face akira his face was almost expressionless, was he still in shock from the interaction? toru could be scary looking at times.

his eyes trailed down to your lips and then back at your eyes. a bright smile flashed onto his face, one that barely saw.

“i love you too.” his mind was racing, thinking about the words you’d just said to your older brother. he lanced forward, bringing you into his embrace.

holding your lips on his own, he felt you hands move up to his hair— he loved how you played with his hair, while he tugged at your waist.

pulling back, you pressed your forehead against his, laughing at how things had worked out. you felt like a burden had been lifted off your chest and that now, a new chapter was about to start.

[animated-moon]

Ooh lovely theme 💗💘❣️❤️💞

thanks babes <33

[wildlandwanderess]

everything is so wrong 

[kozu-meirecs]

Um... Hi. 👉👈 I saw that your requests were open. Could you write a mutual pining, friends to lovers scenario with Kunimi x fem!reader during high school? Where he casually confesses to her like it's no big deal and this catches the reader off guard? Thanks! (You can also change this as you see fit. I mostly just want a cute Kunimi x fem!reader scenario. lol)

—pairing: kunimi x fem!reader

—warnings: none just fluff!!, unedited*

—synopsis: 1.3k | public settings really isn’t his thing, but for you anything goes, he supposes.

—a/n: thank you for requesting, hun ✨ idk if i was rlly on the dot with his character but i tried my best!! i hope you enjoy :) + request are still open

despite being a close friends to kunimi, he will always be a puzzle to figure out.

he doesn’t like loud characters, yet you’ve witnessed many instances where he’d get a little too cheery with the 3rd years.

often times he opts to cheating off of your homework, but he gets flying colors when it comes to test. 

he’s lazy and skips practices as much as he can, but when he does decide to come, you can see all the effort he puts into the sport. it’s a complete 180 from the lazy, careless kunimi you’re used to.

and by far, the most baffling off all, kunimi isn’t one for attention. he hates large crowds and how close strangers stand next to him. there’s no room to move, and no clean air to breath.

if he had the choice of staying in his room for the rest of his life or making awkward eye contact with strangers from across the floor, the former sounds like a dream come true. 

to say the least, your beloved best friend is an introvert that enjoys the bliss of sweet silence more than anything.

and yet the most confusing thing is, here he was in the one place he loathes the most and for what? he sighs, stealing a slight glance to his side. there you are babbling about something, what exactly? he doesn’t know. 

but he does know that the shirt your wearing makes your eyes pop and how your smile looks extra bright today. will he ever admit that he’s here purely because he likes spending time with you no matter what you end up doing? no, of course not but he’s here for you and that’s all that matters.

“woah, akira! let’s try this one next!” you’re practically bouncing off the wall as you point at a game far in the distance, one that the taller boy cannot see. he tries to follow your finger but alas, the crowd is too thick. 

the sudden sound of space invaders blasting right next to him makes him flinch. how annoying, he thinks. there’s a scowl resting on his face, an expression he only makes when he’s deeply bothered by something as he eyes the kid that just slammed down the start button.

there’s just too many people here. he could be in his bed right now, sleeping at least and yet he’s here at an arcade that smells like moldy pizza and sweat. it’s then he reminds himself of your presence. too busy sinking into his own bitter thoughts, he had completely forgotten that he was here on a “date”.

ha a “date”, he finds himself rolling his eyes against his will, i wish.

he shakes his head, trying to fight off the hot feeling in his cheeks. his round eyes scan the crowd looking for one person in particular. it shouldn’t be this hard to find the girl he’s been crushing on since middle school but for some reason, you’re nowhere to be seen.

this is his cue to stare moving. he doesn’t make an effort to call your name out, simply just maneuvering between nooks of the crowd and looking around. by now, his face is back to normal. no longer is there a scowl etched into his lips.

instead, he wears is usual monotone expression but you know better. behind that stale look lies an emotion that is only reserved for you; concern. you can proudly say that you broke his hard shell after many, many years of kissing up to him in middle school. 

at first, he was annoyed but your persistence worked out and now the two of you are practically glued by the hip. a friendship in which kunimi doesn’t feel pressured to entertain you and you don’t feel like you’re wasting his energy. it was a win-win.

“where is this damn girl,” he mumbles to himself. worried eyes now looking a little more frantic than usual. he fingers at the loose threads on his sweatshirt, a nervous habit you pointed out to him. he can’t help it really, how he feels. 

you’re his anchor especially when it comes to public settings like this. he can feel himself caving in with every second that passes, he just wishes you’ll be in the next corner he sees.

and like an angel coming to save him in the mist of chaos, “akira!” he swiftly turns to follow your velvety call. you’re not too far behind him, once he sees your smiling figure, the tension in his shoulders ease.

you were lost without any doubt. your heart sputtered in your chest at the thought of kunimi looking for you. you know he can hold his own, but you felt bad for suddenly ditching him. 

this was your idea to begin with, going to an arcade together. so the deep gutting feeling in your chest makes sense. anxiously, you call out to him.

“akira, where are you?” a few heads turn your way as you shout but honestly, you don’t care. you’d gladly make a fool of yourself if it meant finding him.

rounding a corner, you give it one more go, “akira!” a familiar dark brown mop of hair turns, and the feeling in your chest weighs heavier. your eyes are meet with kunimi’s dark ones from across the room. you notice his tense stance even with the distance between the two of you, it makes you feel worse. 

as he makes his way towards you, his lean figure glides through the crowd but his eyes never waiver from yours. the intensity is felt from across the room and you don’t know why but you can’t break your stare even if your try. 

“don’t run off like that,” there’s a harshness to his words and you can’t help but pout. he furrows his brow when he doesn’t get a response, “hello? earth to (y/n)?”

“sorry, akira. i didn’t mean to run off like that,” you play with your fingers not daring to look up. you’re blushing, he could probably see the pink stain on your cheeks from miles away. he notices your sudden avoidance and can’t help the feeling he gets in his chest.

cute, he thinks. 

“just don’t do it next time,” he lectures. and he can’t believe how bold he’s being right now. 

“next time? why are you making this sound like a date?” and just like that, you’re back to usual. he would be lying if he said he didn’t like how energetic and teasing you were. on anyone else, he’d hate it, but with you... it just works. maybe it’s because you know when you’re overdoing it... or maybe it’s simply because it’s just you.

he’s not thinking when the next words came out of his mouth, “cause maybe it is.” 

despite the echoing noise of pac man in the corner and the overwhelming boom of the crowd, all he hears is your silence. he’s staring directly at you, not bothering to look away because if he was going to get rejected, at least he can say that he had enough courage to at least confess.

you don’t know what to say. a million thoughts all come flying through your head, what does he mean date? like a date-date? or like a friend date? what if he’s just messing around with you? what if—

“i can practically hear the gears turning in your head, (y/n),” you look up at him, there’s a shake in his voice that you takes you by surprise. “if you don’t like me, just let it out. don’t leave me in the dark like that.” 

he speaks so nonchalantly, as if he didn’t just confess his feelings for you. as if rejection didn’t mean messing up years and years of friendship. he waves off your silence allowing the rhythmic music from a near by game to take over the tension.

you tune out the noise. mostly just staring at his round face, then his arms that despite being covered you just know look good, and then his slender hands. your eyes widen, he’s picking at the threads of his hoodie... a timid smile grows on your face, he’s nervous. 

and just like that you know what you have to say.

“i like you too.”

silence. now you know how he felt just seconds prior. for a split second, his eyes grow wide but as fast as the shock comes, it gone nearly just as quick. he still isn’t saying anything though.

“and i wouldn’t mind a ‘next time’ either,” feeling bold, you grab at his slender fingers. feeling the callousness from volleyball practice, you smile up at him. he can’t help but tighten his grip on your smaller hand.

the weight of his feelings finally getting released is euphoric and though it is rare, he smiles at your smaller figure. nothing too big, but you don’t mind. you know akira better than anyone else. behind that small smile, lies another emotion only reserved for you; adoration.