#kyoutani is the best boy and i love him a lot

[flyingwargle]

tsukishima often forgets that he's considered a public figure. his picture has been on billboards around the city and pamphlets to advertise the v. league; he's been interviewed for magazines and television talk shows; and he's done a few brand deals here and there. one thing that he always forgets as a possibility as an athlete is-

talking to kids.

once a month, the team gives presentations to different schools in the city. for elementary school kids, they focus on the importance of exercise and healthy living. for junior high, it shifts to how to start their athletic career. for high school, it's all about avenues to reach the top level.

this time, though, it's an elementary school, so that means a day of rowdy kids with insensitive questions, too much sass, or not enough tact.

"i don't want to do this." kyoutani is slouched on the bench, already in uniform. tsukishima nods in agreement, similarly dressed, long legs stretched in front of him.

"come on, guys! don't you ever think you're some kid's hero?" koganegawa is enthusiastic, as always. "i always loved meeting my role models! we could really make someone's day!"

kyoutani snorts. "you think anyone would look up to us? if i were a kid, i'd be looking at div. 1 players, like ushijima, or something." tsukishima nods again. after all, it's only the best of the best that are featured on tv or at the olympics.

their cue to file into the gym comes a few minutes later. the elementary school kids, all six and seven year-olds, seated in crooked rows while their teachers stand behind them. a familiar face turns and catches his eye. "hey, tsukishima!"

"sugawara-san." he bows as his senpai steps forward to greet him. "i didn't know you would be here."

"i thought about letting you know ahead of time, but i wanted to surprise you." suga's grin hasn't lost any of its mischief, eyes gleaming with humor. "let's talk later!"

tsukishima rejoins his team, seated on the floor in a semicircle to go through their rehearsed talk about healthy living and the importance of sports. his part is a short spiel on what volleyball is, simplified for kids to understand. his audience is equal parts bored and captivated, the bored ones shifting around until a teacher tells them to stop moving.

afterwards, they break into small groups for live demonstrations. suga brings a handful of his students over, although they try to hide behind him. "you can't have to be scared," he says, nudging them forward. "he may look scary, but he won't bite. i'm his senpai, after all."

"sensei, you know him?" a girl asks.

"we went to school together. we even played on the same team." suga plucks one of the kid-friendly volleyballs and sits a few meters away, raising it over his head. "watch!"

they volley a bit back and forth, the kids watching in awe. suga catches the ball and gestures at another child. "hiro is actually a big fan of yours, tsukishima. he's one of the best volleyball players at school."

hiro tugs on his shirt, a sendai frogs jersey. it's hard to tell because his arms are covering the front, but tsukishima recognizes the number 17 behind it. "want to volley a bit with me?" he asks.

"c-can i?" comes the timid reply.

tsukishima nods, waiting until hiro gets into position before he gives a gentle toss. the kid receives it flawlessly. "very good," tsukishima praises him. hiro's smile widens, suddenly shy.

"mister!" another boy waves his hand. "how can i get taller?"

"you'll have to eat your vegetables and play sports," tsukishima says. "the more you move around, the taller you'll get."

"is playing volleyball fun?" another kid asks.

he tosses a ball lightly in his hand. "i didn't think so, for a long time. i started when i wasn't much older than any of you, mostly because of my brother. i kept going since my friend played with me, and if i didn't, my mom would send me to tutoring, and i didn't want that." tsukishima lowers the ball to the floor. "in high school, i met a lot of people who were better than me. it isn't fun playing a sport if you aren't good, but that just means you have to practice until you are. and then, when you have that moment of victory, you'll start to think that it's fun."

his mind flashes, a mosaic of faces and figures, a chorus of voices, a snapshot of bright lights, shiny medals, and framed certificates. he may not be at the top, may not represent his country at the olympics, but here, in this gym, he's at the pinnacle of these kids' heights, the doorway that leads them further.

"it's not just about volleyball," he adds. "it can be for anything. so long you do your best and do all that you can, you'll have fun."

the groups are dismissed, as they'll head to the bleachers and observe a scrimmage. tsukishima rises to his feet, pausing at the sound of his name. "that was great, tsukishima," suga says. "you have a way with kids."

"please don't tease."

"i'm not! i've done a few talks before with other community members, but they always forget how old their audience is. you were perfect." his senpai smiles at him. "good luck during the scrimmage."

it isn't meant to be long or exhaustive, just a quick demonstration of what volleyball can be like. tsukishima is up first with the serve, hand up to catch the ball. he bounces it a few times, moves back to prepare for his jump serve. he's about to do his toss when-

"ready, and-" in a chorus, suga and his kids shout, "tsukishima, nice serve!"

koganegawa whips his head toward the bleachers. "hey, that's no fair! cheer for me, too!"

kyoutani chuckles. "guess you'll have to ace it," he calls out to tsukishima.

he narrows his eyes in concentration, body low and ready. "guess i'll have to." tsukishima tosses the ball, makes his approach, and jumps. perhaps one day, those kids will be able to reach the same heights as him.

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inspiration: this fanart of tsukishima with suga's elementary school kids and this fanart of said kids and suga posing and cheering for him <3

[alwaysaslutforfic]

Kyoutani Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Guess who’s back with some more headcanons 😏 Apparently I have a thing for mean, blond boys

Warnings: again nothing super explicit, mentions of costumes, oral, recording videos

Minors DNI! There is nothing for you under the cut! I MEAN IT!

Unbeta’d cos 🤷🏾

Despite his aesthetic, he’s actually pretty smart. (I mean he did transfer into an academy so) and is also a pretty gentle tutor. He knows what it’s like to be discouraged from doing something you enjoy so he would never make you feel bad for trying even though your answers are just so very wrong

Very high-key low-key scared of heights. You once got trapped on the 20th floor in an elevator with him and seriously considered knocking him out. If you go to a theme park, he will gladly Watch you ride the rollercoasters. (He loves the teacups though)

Actually has a really charming, boyish smile but it only ever comes out around you

Summer freckles. There aren’t a lot of them, but they are prominent. And a gorgeous tan. If it weren’t for the RBF you’d be more worried with how handsome he is in summertime

Loves to push your buttons but would also never want to disrespect you, so you have a lot of random consent talks; “Can I smack your ass?” “…Like right now?” “Just whenever.” “Sure?” “Cool, lemme know if you want me to stop.” — Proceeds to smack your ass literally every time you walk past him, no matter where you are. You nearly slapped him once when he happened to see you in public cos you thought it was a stranger

Says the sweetest shit with the most deadpan of expressions. Has zero shame or reservations about how much he loves you. He’s a straightforward person through and through. Just wanders into the room you’re in and hits you with “You know your my reason for breathing, right?” 😠

Posts gym thirst traps, but without the intent of them being thirst traps. He just likes to track and share his progress but dude is so buff that it just works out that way (he sends all his actual thirst traps to you directly)

Sweaty, sweaty boy but he doesn’t really smell. Probably sweats so much cos he’s always warm and for that reason winter is his favourite season. He doesn’t sweat as much and you’re always cuddling up to him for warmth

Loves anime. Will watch it for hours with you. And not just Shounen too, this man is an anime connoisseur and has the best recommendations no matter the genre. But beware, cos he waits for no one. If you miss an episode that’s on you

Oh shit and his grime selection! Elite!! He heard one song and he was hooked. Started calling Oikawa a wasteman and is endlessly amused by it

Outside of that though, he will listen to any and everything. Music is music and as such his Spotify is a trash heap. Like shit is jarring, and is predominately yelling. Boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word playlist

Be his jetpack 😭 he loves being the little spoon. He nuzzles when he’s sleepy

An early riser but not a morning person. And even worse, he hates the taste of coffee so he’ll just glare blearily for at least an hour whenever he wakes up

But he really enjoys herbal tea. Him showing you his collection is what prompted your biweekly selfcare nights. He doesn’t really know what’s happening, but he’s content to spend time with you and let you do whatever. (He also never knew skin could feel that fucking soft)

Oh and good luck waking him up. There’s a video in the OG Seijoh group chat of him sleeping through 4 different foghorn alarms. He was banned from naps after he slept through lunch and missed his next class and was 15 minutes late to practise cos he just wouldn’t wake up. Just dead to the world once his head hits a pillow

He likes when you wear trashy, slutty outfits. Naughty firewoman/man, naughty nurse, naughty cheerleader, naughty grinch. He likes it even more when you play it up. The naughty teacher fulfilled fantasies he didn’t even know he had

He calls you puppy during sex when he’s feeling particulary dominant and you surprised him with a costume on his birthday compete with ears and a tail. He went three rounds that night and you lost count of how many times you came

He gets worked up being ignored by you, likes having to work for your attention. He could spend hours kissing up and down your neck as you read, ignoring the hard on he’s grinding into your ass. It’s only when he’s manhandling you that you break the ruse

Goes gooey eyed for some head. I’m talking knees shaking, toes curled. Man turns to straight mush. The first blowjob you gave him lasted mere minutes, but it was so hot listening to him whimper as he came in your mouth that you weren’t that upset

(Speaking of whimpers) Deep, growling moans, and pretty little whimpers when he cums. He just sounds so good during sex that you actually get a little excited when he has to go to away games cos that means hearing it directly in your ear through the phone

Loves taking videos of the two of you. He just loves having the view of you and him together on hand. And if he plays them in the background while you fuck once or twice, well your embarrassment only makes it hotter

Will eat you out after the gym. He actually gets upset if you shower first cos you washed off the ✨sparkle✨. He just loves the way you taste in general. He mouths wet kisses into your skin when you fuck just so he can taste you

I have one more of these in the works atm 😜 can you guess who it is?

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i am SO with you on thinking a lot abt yahaba and kageyama!! how they have such different relationships to oikawa, how yahaba and kindaichi are like gossipy buddies?? theres NO WAY that yahaba didn't get a skewed as hell picture of kageyama from the two of them lmao, my boy being salty as hell abt seijoh losing to them but also angry-cheering them on tv at nationals haha. I'd love to hear you take on these two :D

OH MY GOD HELL YEAH ANON THANK YOU

i think about them a LOT but i don't have anything written down for them yet, which is such a shame because i think they'd have such a fun dynamic!!! yahaba obviously admires oikawa a whooooole lot, and i think he'd be a tad bit frustrated that oikawa puts himself down in comparison to kageyama and takes it out on kageyama instead LMAAO. in canon, i think yahaba kind of wants to hate kageyama at first based on what kindaichi and kunimi have told him and because of the effect he has on oikawa, and yahaba sort of does, really, but he also never really KNEW kageyama, and i think that would help in them becoming eventual friends.

i also think that, hypothetically, if kageyama HAD ended up at seijoh, then yahaba would have had more to worry about than oikawa, because in that scenario there's a very real chance that yahaba would have been skipped over completely and the starting setter role would have gone straight to kageyama.

(keep in mind that there are, like, a HUGE number of factors for this and we'd have to think about what impacts this scenario or not, but if we take it with the things we know — kageyama was still in a rough spot and he wouldn't have had hinata so oikawa would have remained the best choice throughout the entire year, and since oikawa is older and more mature by that point and they're actually on the same side, i'm inclined to think oikawa would help kageyama AND yahaba improve because, hey, school pride he can't have them let seijoh fall through the ranks after he leaves, and imo kageyama would fucking BLOOM under oikawa's guidance if it was properly done)

so, yeah, yahaba would have pretty big reasons to be antagonistic towards kageyama, but i think once he gets over that they'd make a pretty great friendship! yahaba gets what it's like to want to match up to someone you really admire, and i think they'd have a fun time bonding over being the ultimate oikawa fans LMAAAO

(of course kageyama is COMPLETELY unaware about this whole complicated moral dilemma yahaba is struggling through because of him. he just thinks yahaba is cool because oikawa told him so ONE time and that anyone who can stand up to kyoutani deserves the utmost respect.)

[linhthuytran]

10 Reasons Why I Don't Date: An Essay by Oikawa Tooru

Chap 1

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x Oikawa Tooru, Kyoutani Kentarou x Yahaba Shigeru from Haikyuu

Word Count: 1k8

Genre: Fluff, Romantic, Comedy

Oikawa has been under stress lately due to the fact that his mom keeps pestering him about dating and the upcoming literature essay is impending. He decides to kill two birds with one stone: write an essay explaining why he doesn't date.

1. Reason 1: Cause I'm pretty

Oikawa Tooru is pretty. It's not an opinion, it's not a statement, it's not a declaration. It's a fact.

Oikawa Tooru knows he is pretty. He doesn't reason it as in researching his peers' beauty and then comparing himself to it. He doesn't recognize it after listening to an array of compliments from both his family members and the teachers. Nor does he realize it as a result from hearing whispers and gossips from both boys and girls in the hallway about his stunning visuals. He does all of those things, anyway, whether he wants or not, on a regular basis. But he already knew he was pretty before all of that. He felt that he was pretty, since he was knee high to a grasshopper. And it didn't take him until he could get love letters and chocolate boxes or bentos to confirm his belief was real. He already knew it.

To the contrary of popular beliefs, having a good-looking appearance does have cons. And the cons are not stupid as in his classmates guesses. It's not the stupid paradox of choice like their insentimental jokes: Finding a girl prettier than him would be impossible, or there are too many smoking hot girls fall for him, how could he make the best choice out of a myriad of options like that? Or in a scenario that he finally decides to be taken, there might be a civil girl war tearing Aoba Johsai into pieces, just like in Mean Girls. Though it does make some sense, Oikawa admits, but it is not the cons he is mentioning, nope, not at all.

It's not like he being a dick or a pick-me boy, pretending himself to be too good that it even turns out to be a problem. Being pretty, too pretty causes a handful of problems. Oikawa enjoys the attention, enjoys all the little precious hand-made gifts that his fans gave him, because he knows they care for him a lot, devoting time to him. His fans love him, that is for sure, but in the meantime he also feels like not him the true Oikawa Tooru is being loved, but more like the persona, handsome, good-at-everything Oikawa Tooru is being loved. None of his fans knows that he only has a soft spot for milk bread, and all of their confectionery gifts dive straight into his sister's stomach. None of his fans knows that he indeed has stage fright, always scared he would mess up on presentations, and that's why he works his ass off to perfect his studies, ultimately, has flying colors. None of his fans really knows him, and he knows that. None of his fans sees him for who he is, and that's fine. But sometimes, he really wishes that they can leave him alone after having an arduous day, so he can be moping by himself and therefore doesn't have to put on an act being blissfully happy. Sometimes, he wishes he had some friends at school to whine about too much homework or being scolded by a biased teacher. But none of those wishes can be true, since all the girls do is following him, begging for his attention and squealing over the smallest things that he achieved. But none of those wishes can be true, since all the boys do is being jealous of him or asking for his advice on how to win a girl's heart. He wishes he can shout at their faces when he needs to be alone or begs them to stop seeing him as if his face is the only thing human-like about him. He is a human, not a face. He has wants and needs, he has feelings and emotions, but none of those people around him gives a shit about that. They only pay attention to his face, and he doesn't even work hard to get it or something, he was born with it. He isn't treated like a normal student or a normal human being, he is treated like an idol or a Greek god, someone who is so perfect and to be worshiped. He wishes he could break all those bubbles, crush all their expectations, but he is so scared of driving them away. After all, they only stay because he is pretty.

Being pretty makes making true friends at school a really challenging task, not mentioning finding a lover. The only acquaintance who is at his age, and doesn't give two shits about his gorgeous face is his cousin, Yahaba Shigeru. This, therefore, makes Yahaba his only friend, and by default, his best friend, who he can whine and complain and talk to once in a while when he visits. That's why in Literature class, when Oikawa stumbles upon a real challenge for the first time in his academic life, his first instinct is to hop on a train to Yahaba's house and hopes for being saved.

But of course, like all his wishes, it is a fantasy. Aizawa sensei, his Literature teacher, continues his endless rant:

"And I know that all of you are not stupid, far from it, but I also know you guys are slackers, not even wants to pay attention or take notes in class. We have just finished learning about 'War and Peace', and I bet more than half of you guys here even bother to learn, not to mention remember the name of its author."

Oikawa tries his best to contain his high-pitched laugh, cause who won't know the author's name of this magnum opus? That is of course Ernest Hemingway, even though he vaguely remembers any fish mentioned in "War and Peace"(1). Even he could tell, who couldn't, right? And Oikawa isn't even close to being adept at social sciences and humanities, for your information.

"That's why for your final assignment, you guys don't have to write about it. You even hardly read the books, why bother sending me essays you copy for the people who really read and write? You can freely handpick the topic of your essay, as long as you guys write it by yourself. You can choose whatever you like or want to write about, and don't try to stuff yours with high-end jargons or exquisite words you steal from the thesaurus into your essay. It doesn't make any sense." Aizawa gives the whole class a clearly unamused, stoic look, and some shivers as they are being mentioned. Including Oikawa.

He especially gives a pale blond guy a piercing stare:

"Also, no curses are allowed in essays."

The blond guy, Bakugou, hisses under his breath:

"I know, damn it."

Aizawa, who seems weirdly pleased with himself, smirks. He wraps the lesson up:

"Well then I guess we can call it a day now. Remember, a helpful essay provides readers something worth-reading, worth finding out. The topic may pose a question, and the whole essay is a journey to figure out the answer. When I finally flip to the last page, reach the conclusion, I hope I can learn something new and worth it. I really look forward to seeing how you guys, nature science geeks, deal with it. Makes the essay journey enjoyable and satisfying, for both the driver and the followers. The deadline is 3 weeks from now."

The class is dismissed, there are people pouring out of their class into the hallway and heading towards the next class. Oikawa sighs, knowing clearly that Aizawa poses a real challenge, and he won't back down from it like the other times, far from it. He spends the rest of his day at school contemplating the palpable options, and comes home judging and weighing all of them. It isn't until when the dinner is finished, his mom receives an unusual call from her sister, Yahaba's mom, probably informing some breaking news. Oikawa is curious, though it does not take him lots of patience until his mom lets the cat out of the bag in an eccentric murmuring voice:

"Shigeru finally has gone out with that Kyotani boy from his volleyball club. And how come you can't even bring me someone home, Tooru, when you have the same breath-taking face just like me??? You better hurry up, cause I run out of things to compete with Shigeru's mom, damn it!!"

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together when all conversations with Yahaba lately always featured this Kyotani "Mad-Dog" guy from the volleyball club. What takes Oikawa by surprise is that Yahaba invariably nags and curses and disses Kyotani like, on a minute basis, and Oikawa really doesn't recognize these behaviors as love language, or even romantic interests. But sensing the tension rising high, a premonition that his mom is about to hit the roof, Oikawa quickly extricates himself, dashing into his own room. He still hears his mom scolding through the door:

"You better bring somebody home, or explain to me by a goddamn Powerpoint Presentation why you don't date, Tooru."

He quietly closes the door, letting out a breath he doesn't realize he has been holding, and he shakes his head. Mom gets so tense and around the edge whenever his aunt and the sisters' competition is entailed. He never could have even a gist of it, since it never occurs between him and his sister. While roaming around his desk, all of a sudden, an ingenious idea pops up in his brain, and he quickly grasps the pen, jotting down in the papers:

"10 Reasons Why I Don't Date: An Essay by Oikawa Tooru"

He kind of considers changing the name of the author to Genius Tooru, since the minimum required page-length is 10, so yeah, 10 reasons. He keeps it as Oikawa Tooru, since sensei is right, you can't spoil the conclusion of the essay in its title.

Reason 1: Cause I'm pretty.

He stays until midnight explaining reason 1 in detail, and when he decides to finally hit the hay, he is so proud of himself. He reaches out his phone to set the alarm, decides not to answer the texts from Yahaba-now-is-dating-and-not-even-bothers-to-tell-him, and closes his eyes. Life is good, and being pretty is not that bad if it can even bring him a once-in-a-lifetime A+ in Literature.

Note:

The author of "War and Peace" is Lev Tolstoy, Oikawa gets mixed up with the author of "A Farewell to Arms" and "The Old Man and the Sea", Ernest Hemmingway.

English is not my mother tongue, and this is the first time I have written a fanfiction in English, so I figure there may be mistakes and it won’t come out as I expected. Any comments about my grammar or word choices will be appreciated. Thank you for reading!

[fawnideer]

Kyoutani Headcanons

Kyo is my favorite Haikyuu boy and he deserves more recognition :( so here I am @ 3am writing out all the Kyoutani headcanons I can remember lmaooo

Animals love him. Like, ALL animals: large, tiny, old, young. Kyoutani himself doesn’t know why, but he’s never really questioned it. The team finds it funny because people are so wary of Kyoutani yet animals just aren’t intimidated by him at all

A family of ducks once followed him across the street so that they could cross safely. It made the local news

He has a little sister, who’s in elementary school. She’s the polar opposite of Kyoutani- sweet, adorable, sensitive, harmless, etc., and he walks or drives her to/from school every day

Kyoutani is a surprisingly calm and quiet driver, although he does speed and it doesn’t take much for him to get road-rage

He drives his dad’s old 2003 Toyota Corolla (it’s red), and he got his license at a younger age than normal so that he could drive his sister around. He didn’t like the idea of her walking by herself to a friend’s house or to their grandparents’ house

Kyoutani’s mom passed away when he was young (around age 10). His sister was only 2, so she doesn’t remember much of their mother. But apparently, according to their dad, Kyoutani has a lot of her features

Kyoutani’s mom was black, so he’s got her curly hair and darker skin tone

Though Kyoutani won’t ever admit this, another reason why he dyed his hair was because he was tired of his dad looking at him with this odd sadness in his eyes, as if he was the embodiment of his mom

His dad has a drinking problem. It started after Kyo’s mom passed because his parents were really close and very much in love. He used to be close to his dad when he was young, but he became distant, and now he never sees him since he’s always at work

Kyoutani’s grandparents (on his mom’s side) are financially very well-off, and they help out a lot in paying for his school expenses (Aoba Johsai is a private school so it’s expensive af, but his grandparents love and support his volleyball dreams)

Kyoutani and his fam live in a small house in a run-down neighborhood. This is part of the reason why he always looks so scary, because as a kid he thought that the older neighborhood kids were terrifying delinquents who would beat him up if he didn’t look intimidating enough

His dog is a shepherd mutt and her name is Bella. Kyoutani talks to her (and all animas) in a gentle, quiet little voice that is very out-of-character for him

Sometimes his dad gets violent when he drinks too much (though this rarely happens because he is rarely home from work). Kyoutani sends his sister to their grandparents’ house for the night to keep her safe

Kyoutani hates hot weather. It makes him mad because you can only take off so many layers of clothing to try and seek relief from the heat, yet when it’s cold, you can add layer after layer and you’ll be able to warm up endlessly until you’re no longer cold

He has insomnia. When he can’t sleep, he watches volleyball films and tries to take note of certain techniques. Or, he watches long medical documentaries, because they’re so boring that they put him right to sleep

When he was a kid, he wanted a dog so bad that when he got a goldfish for a pet, he literally named it “dog”

Kyo has a thing for legs. Like, if he has a crush and said crush wears shorts it will murder him 100%

Once, on his way to school, he rescued a baby squirrel that had fallen out of a tree and put it in his jacket to keep it warm. He got to volleyball practice that morning and took it out of his jacket and Watari cried when he saw it because it was just so damn cute. Since then the team has seen him in a softer light :’)

He and Watari actually vibe pretty well, because Watari is quiet and respects his personal space and he’s got a generally calming presence. Kyoutani just feels very comfortable around him, and though he’s never said it aloud, Watari knows this because Kyo will come and stand/sit by him when the rest of the team is loud and/or getting on his nerves

He hates scarves because he hates when things touch his face, which is why his hair is short and has stayed that way. Otherwise it would get in his face and annoy the crap out of him

His favorite curse word is “fuck” but his favorite insult is “shit-bag”

When he gets overly annoyed, his legs/arms twitch and it’s impossible for him to sit still

In general he finds it hard to sit still, because staying in one place/position for so long is boring

He’s horrible at writing and spelling and he isn’t too great math, but he understands science fairly well, especially physics

Once his respect is earned, he’ll stay loyal until his trust is broken. If you break his trust, it will be nearly impossible to gain it back

He’s stubborn as shit, except when it comes to his little sister because he’s whipped for her and he’d do almost anything she asked

In grade school he really liked playing with clay in art class (because it’s squishy and he gets to smash it, duh), and he’d always bring home the clay animal sculptures he’d made to show his dad. His dad kept them all, and they all sit on a shelf in the living room. Kyo finds this incredibly embarrassing, but he doesn’t have the guts to tell his dad to move them

He doesn’t use his phone much, except when he wants a distraction or when he wants people to avoid talking to him. His texts are simple and he uses lots of abbreviations to hide the face that he can’t spell for shit (example: “r u comin 2 practice”, “tht suckd”, “u = shit”)

Kyoutani is surprisingly good at fixing gadgety things and untying complicated knots. The smaller the task or issue is, the easier it is for him to figure out- like, smaller knots are less frustrating to untie than bigass ones

He hates long distance running, he’d rather run sprints. However, he prefers lifting weights as his form of working out because Iwaizumi lifts weights duh

Contrary to popular belief (since Kyo is a lil punk), Kyoutani doesn’t listen to screamo or heavy metal. In fact, he kinda hates it because he doesn’t like having someone yelling directly in his ears. That shit’s stressful and just makes him a n g e r y

He’s ambidextrous but prefers using his left hand. Unless he’s with other people, then he uses his right hand (he doesn’t know why, it’s just what he does)

When he blushes, you can barely see it on his face, and his expression doesn’t really change all that much, but his ears turn bright red and it’s super cute (but don’t tell him that or he’ll figuratively kick ur ass)

....aaaand that’s it :) I might add to this or make another list later on because my brain is literally like KYOUTANIKYOUTANIKYOUTANI all the fucking time

[adoringhaikyuu]

when their teammate has a crush on you | 2

characters: akaashi + kyoutani + osamu + tendou

request: aaaaaaa!! i was stalking your feed when i thought of something 👉🏻👈🏻so you did a "when their teammate has a crush on you" and i reaaaally loved it a lot🥺could you do it with tendou, akaashi, kyoutani, and osamu? if you want to!! • by @kalesugar​

warnings: osamu and tendou’s are suggestive

notes: since osamu’s and tendou’s are sexual, everyone is 18+ in those but in the others there is no smut + (i might write a fic about tendou’s bc i’ve been wanting to write a smut w them idk if people want that)

part one | part two

akaashi:

so bokuto might have had a little crush on you

and it’s not like he would actually do anything about it

he respected you and akaashi and your relationship way too much

he even rooted for you two to get together, he thought you were perfect for each other (you were)

but he couldn’t help the way his heart would beat faster when you were around sometimes, the way his eyes would immediately drift to you when you walked in a room, the way your smile made him feel all tingly inside

he was honestly just waiting the feelings out and tried to act normal around you

he told akaashi about his crush on you cause he didn’t want to hide anything from him

and your boyfriend understood why he would have a crush on you, he couldn’t blame him––but that doesn’t mean he was too happy about it

realistically he wasn’t going to ban him from seeing you or anything, you were allowed to interact

but part of him felt a little odd when bokuto would make jokes with you, a light blush on his cheeks that you most likely assumed was from his laughter 

bokuto sure was making you laugh a lot tonight. the three of you were hanging out at his place for your weekly hangout and it seemed he just had an endless amount of jokes. it’s not that akaashi didn’t like his jokes, it’s just that he didn’t like that it seemed as though his best friend was making the jokes for the sole purpose of making you laugh. 

he thought he was doing a good job at hiding his inner thoughts, but in reality, you had picked up on them almost immediately. you waited until you were in the comfort of akaashi’s home, where you were staying the night, to ask him about it when you noticed he wasn’t going to bring it up himself.

“is something bothering you? could tell you weren’t really here tonight.” 

he looked away and shrugged, and you stepped closer to him.

“is it...maybe because bokuto has a little crush on me?” 

he held his breath for a second in shock as he looked at you silently, blinking a few times. “you...you know?”

you shrugged, a small smile on your face. “i had a feeling. i mean, your facial expressions may be minimal but i can still decode them keiji.” he blushed and looked down, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “i could tell you were watching him a little more closely when he would talk to me.” 

“i...i trust him, i do.” he looked into your eyes, “and i trust you too. it’s just...it doesn’t really make me feel too good knowing that bokuto-san,” he muttered the next part, “with all his muscles and charm––has feelings for you.”

you shook your head and put your hands on his cheeks to look into his eyes earnestly. “you have nothing to worry about baby, i promise that. you’re the only man i have eyes for.”

his hands found their spot on your waist as he gave you a small, but grateful and loving smile. “i know. i love you.” he kissed you lightly and you smiled against his mouth. 

“love you too. so much.” 

kyoutani:

let’s say oikawa likes you––

well more-so that he finds you attractive and can’t help but flirt with you from time to time harmlessly

kyoutani doesn’t give a fuck sfkjdh he will growl at his captain

sometimes he’s not even in the mood, he’ll just take your hand or throw you over his shoulder while you’re talking to oikawa and just walk away 

meanwhile oikawa is just pouting and complaining to your boyfriend as he blatantly ignores him

“you know it’s not very nice to interrupt a conversation like that, mad-dog!” 

oikawa wouldn’t actually try to steal you away from your boyfriend, but he did have some genuine questions that were borderline offensive sdfjghs

like “how did mad-dog manage to get you?” 

“are you sure you’re not being held against your will?”

bottom line is, your boyfriend is not happy 

he will try to prevent you from even being in his captain’s line of sight

he’ll step in front of you or turn around and go another way 

when oikawa approached you after the game, strategically waiting for your boyfriend to go get his things so he’d have more time to talk to you, you knew it was only a matter of time before you were snatched away by a growling kyoutani. 

his plan kind of work, considering the conversation lasted about thirty seconds? longer than it normally did. the captain was leaning against the wall next to you, his arm above your head as you looked up at him, completely unaffected by his charming eyes––you appreciated the effort he took to talk to you, but you knew he was just a natural flirt at heart. 

he was mid-sentence when your boyfriend came storming up to the two of you and grabbed your hand, marching you away from the complaining boy. you just laughed and squeezed his hand, “you know i thought you would have gotten tired of doing that by now.” he grumbled in response and you tugged his hand and led him to a quiet corner.

he was looking down at the floor but you put a hand under his chin and made him look you in the eyes, your small smile making him calm down a bit. “you have to stop letting him get to you like this. you know i’d never entertain his flirting––i’m yours.”

he clenched his jaw and nodded, looking to the side when he heard his captain walking by. you turned his head to face you again and surprised him with a kiss and his hands came up to squeeze your waist. he groaned into your mouth and you pulled away to look at him.

“that’s a good way to calm me down.”

you smiled, “oh yeah?”

he nodded, “yeah” and put his lips back on yours. 

osamu:

so atsumu may or may not have had a crush on you

and yes you were dating his brother

no he wasn’t going to steal you (though he thinks he absolutely could if he wanted to), he respects you both and your relationship

and he loves how happy you make his brother

...but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t check you out sometimes or harmlessly flirt with you (he can’t help it, have you seen yourself?)

osamu would catch his brother ogling at you all the time, or hanging around in the room when you’re over for no reason

he’d usually just smack his head and tell him to fuck off

or he’d take a different approach––

you were really trying to pay attention to atsumu’s story, or whatever it is he was saying, but you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of osamu’s lips on your neck, and his hand running along your thigh, the other gripping your waist as you sat practically on him on the couch. 

the two of you were spending time together, alone, when atsumu came in, and decided to third-wheel. you didn’t really have a problem with it, but by the way your boyfriend soon pulled you into his lap to distract himself, and most certainly you as well––you could tell he was bothered. 

atsumu trailed off and scratched his neck awkwardly, laughing. “do you guys wanna get a room or something?” he joked and his brother barely lifted his head, hands pulling you even closer. 

“we did get a room, you came in here.”

atsumu rolled his eyes. “so how long are you planning on assaulting y/n’s neck for?” 

osamu lifted his head, annoyance radiating off of him and brought one hand up to tilt your head towards his, his lips grazing yours. “unless you want to see us fuck, you should leave.” 

atsumu blushed but smirked, “i mean...”

osamu glared at him. “get out.”

tendou:

so when you and tendou started dating, you obviously started hanging out with him more, but also ushijima

it’s not like ushijima was expecting to develop feelings for you 

he didn’t want to––he honestly even searched up how to stop a crush from progressing 

he always thought you were nice and good looking but after hanging out with you more, that’s when he realized he liked your personality too and that you were a good person

he waited a little longer before telling tendou––yeah he told him

but tendou had already figured it out, his eyes picking up on the way ushijima was a little more tense or aware of himself when you were around

the way he would smile and blush when you hugged him goodbye

if anything, tendou thought it was cute 

he got you on board with his idea and after you all graduated, you both put the plan in action

ushijima was sat at the edge of the bed, looking at you and his best friend in confusion, “i thought you said my graduation present was in here?”

your boyfriend stood behind you, arms circling around your waist as he peered over your shoulder, his eyes piercing and teasing as he stared at the boy on the bed. “well you see ushi, after you told me about your little crush––which i’m assuming you still have?”

he nodded unashamed, and unblinking as he looked at the two of you and you felt a tingle run down your body. 

tendou went on, “well after that, i figured you might want to have some fun with the two of us,” he kissed your neck teasingly and the brown-haired boy shifted a bit on the bed, clearly itching to touch you. “we both agreed that it was a great idea.” he brought his attention back to your neck and you figured that was your cue to take over.

“so what do you say, ushi?” you sighed softly when tendou sucked a mark onto your sweet spot and you noticed ushijima’s eyes darken. “do you want this graduation present?” 

he licked his lips and scooted forward, his hands squeezing his thighs almost painfully hard. “yes. please–”

[kyovtani]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 — 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟏)

– pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

– genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

– word count: 10k

– warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation, praising, (soft) dom!kyou, semi public fingering, dry humping

[ part two ]

— summary: the story of two broken souls finding and falling for each other...(im so bad at summaries it's basically you slowly falling for kyoutani's sweet soul have a good day)

"I can't believe we're actually doing this", you mumble and stare at the door of the tattoo shop like your life depends on it, "for a girl you've known for like what – a month?", you add, your words not even reaching your best friend who's currently trying her best to not just pass out and all you can do is let out another loud, doubtful sigh.

At this point, you have no idea how many times you've questioned the reasons behind your friendship with Hana, especially in the past few weeks. Just the fact that you're currently standing in front of a tattoo studio because she's decided to get inked simply because of the girl she's been crushing on for not even two months, shows what kind of sacrifices you’re ready to make for her. Never in a million years would you do something as crazy as this, whereas Hana didn't even hesitate.

And even though you'd love to play the bad guy and tell her how irresponsible and childish she's behaving, you can't help but smile every single time you watch the way her face lights up when she's in the presence of the pretty faced tattoo artist. You don't know how, when or where she met her but no matter how different your best friend and you are, her taste in women is great and to say you trust her with her choice in lovers would be an understatement, which is why you agreed to spend your only day off at a tattoo studio and actually get a tattoo.

"We're going to have a shit ton of fun, I promise", Hana tells you, her eyebrows raised in excitement and her lips stretched into the biggest smile and again, you can't help but let out a little sigh of skepticism.

“Come on, don't be like that, babe! Remember, we're currently trying to get you over your very first heartbreak and this is just another opportunity for you to find a guy who will actually fuck your brains out and treat you like the woman you are, right?", she adds and this time you can't help but roll your eyes at her words before scrunching your nose up in disgust and then, just as usual, the thoughts of said break up start floating your mind.

Pictures and precious moments of you and your boyfriend — now ex — of two years send shivers down your spine and you hate the way those memories have your heart breaking into pieces but no matter how much time passes by, you just can't seem to get over him.

Terushima Yuuji, your first crush, your first kiss, first boyfriend — and the reason for your very first heartbreak.

Fortunately, you're already at the stage of acceptance but the fact that you've been going through several phases of pure pain and wrath in the past few weeks are literal proof that you've come a long way. You've never experienced such intense pain before; after all you've never even thought about what it'd feel like to be cheated on before you goind out that the boy of your dreams has been fucking his neighbor for over four months. And now, a couple of weeks, lots of vodka shots and hair dye later, Hana has decided to make it her mission to get you laid and you can't even deny that she's been doing a pretty good job.

Every guy she has introduced you to turned out to be your type or at least interesting enough for you to actually give a second thought to it.

However, none of them managed to make you go crazy in the way you've been craving it. You don't know exactly what you've been looking for but that doesn't mean you don't know what you don't want. And you are very aware of how maddening that might have been for your best friend, who's been trying her best to get you dicked down but she knows your view on sex and how you won't just let anyone in which is why she's remained this patient.

After that catastrophic break up of yours, you've been dying to expand your experience regarding sex and everything about it just because you wanna show this fucker of Terushima Yuuji that you're not a prude; you don't know how or with whom, but you know you will. Which has to be the real reason as to why you let her drag you to places like this.

"Let's just go in and get this done", you reply, "wanna go back home and watch my tv show", you can literally hear Hana's response in form of an eye roll and without wasting a second, you lift your hand up and give her the finger before finally pulling the door open.

A soft little sound follows the two of you and you feel your eyes widening as soon as you come to stand in the hallway of the studio and no matter how hard you try to, you can't help but stare at the huge picture of a naked woman on the wall in front of you. The attention to detail is incredibly impressive and you don't know if it's because of her huge breasts which are literally falling out of her teeny tiny shirt, but you definitely do mouth a silent "wow".

"Welcome", an excited, yet soft voice pulls you back to reality and with your heart hammering against your rib cage you shift your gaze to the young woman standing next to you, "so happy you made it, Hana", she says and gives your best friend a short hug which has her blushing and smiling like crazy and reminds you of the main reason for your visit again.

“And you must be Y/N, the best friend, am I right?", she continues and shifts her attention to you, holding up her tattooed hand with a sweet smile on her pretty face and for the first time ever, the girl Hana's been crushing on makes a good first impression.

“Exactly", you reply and take her hand, your eyes following the dark lines starting from her fingertips and ending who knows where inside of her sweater, "nice to meet you, Saeko".

“I guess she's been talking about me, huh?", she laughs and throws her arm around Hana’s shoulders, pulling her closer to her body and the way you can literally feel the nervousness your best friend’s currently radiating has you chuckling.

"Do you guys want to have something to drink or should we get started right away?", Saeko says and looks at you first before she places her hand on Hana's neck and locks eyes with her. And you can't even deny that their chemistry has you a little uncomfortable. Just from the way they're currently looking at each other you feel like they're going to fuck in the next few seconds and won't even bother asking you to leave.

“Let's get to it and then do the talking later on, hm?", you say immediately and let out a small sigh of relief when your best friend pulls away and agrees to your suggestion.

“Alright then", Saeko replies and runs her fingers through her red hair, "Kyoutani, my best friend, will take care of you, Y/N, I hope that's fine", with your eyes slightly widened you look at Hana for help and when she gives you an encouraging nod and mouths the words "he's hot", you let out a sound of agreement.

And all of a sudden the walk through the hallway of the studio feels like an eternity.The Thought of actually getting a tattoo has you a little more terrified and anxious than you thought and the dark yet comfortable and somehow scary atmosphere looming in the air doesn't really do anything to calm your wrecked nerves. And then there's the fact that you have to spend the upcoming minutes with a guy you don't even know and at the mere image of the amount of awkwardness you can feel your heart picking up its pace.

You try your very best to not let those negative and worrying thoughts get to you but the closer you get to the room, the more you feel like you're actually going to pass out which just gets ten times worse when Saeko comes to stand in front of a room and smiles at you.

"Here we are, Y/N", she says and motions for you to follow her, "may I introduce you to our best one, Kyoutani Kentarou", and as soon as that name falls past Saeko’s lips, the blonde lifts his head up and basically stares right into your soul.

As if he was locking you into a cage with nothing but his strong eyes. The way he’s observing you has shivers running down your spine and for some reason your mouth has started going drier and drier with each minute passing by.

And then, all of a sudden, you feel a tiny, yet hot jolt of arousal shoot through your body, making you let out an inaudible gasp.

"Hello", Kyoutani says, his voice so deep and raspy you almost miss the way he gulps harshly but with the way you're staring at him, you manage to notice it right away. However, your brain doesn’t allow the thought of him being just as affected as you cloud your mind.

“Hi, Kyou!", Hana suddenly laughs and waves at him from behind you and even though you so desperately want to turn to your best friend to silently ask for help, the way he starts chuckling softly has your heart skipping several beats.

You're already sure you've never seen anything as pretty as his face but as soon as his lips stretch into a smile, every single word in your vocabulary vanishes and you're literally left speechless.

“Hey, little one", he greets the fellow blonde before he finally stands up and easily becomes taller than Saeko.

“That’s the best friend?", Kyoutani asks and looks at you again, this time a little more hesitant with his heavy gaze and you hate the way you enjoy his hungry stares.

Never in your life have you felt as exposed to someone as you do right now and you don't even know what exactly it is about him that has you going absolutely mad.

"Yes, this is Y/N", Saeko says and looks at her best friend, obviously trying to get his attention but failing miserably since Kyoutani doesn't seem to notice. His eyes are still focused on you and with a shaky sigh you finally manage to look away.

“This is her very first tattoo so give her as much time as she needs, yeah?”

And after another beat of silence, Saeko gives you one last smile of encouragement before she takes Hana's hand and pulls her away from the two of you, not even giving her the chance to say anything else.

"Sit down, please", Kyoutani says calmly, pointing at the chair in front of him and you hadn't even noticed that he had sat down already. You do as he says after taking off your jacket and your bag, feeling his eyes on you the whole time and at this point you're scared he might actually notice how worked up he has you with nothing but his gazes and that deep voice of his.

"Calm down", he says, almost whispering and now you're convinced he's playing with you on purpose yet you can't even hide how much you like it, "it will hurt, not saying it won't but it's not bad, trust me", Kyoutani continues, cleaning up the inside of your arm with a little tissue before he grabs the little paper with the tattoo of your choice which is the moment where his ink clad hands catch your attention.

"Is it okay like this?", Kyoutani asks you, pointing at the blue lines before he looks up at you again, receiving an affirmative nod in response. You watch him pull out the black gloves, hiding his pretty fingers behind the thick material.

"So", he begins, cutting through the disgusting sexual tension in the room which has you gasping for air, "tell me something about yourself, doll", and as soon as his words reach you, a wave of pure arousal rushes through your veins, leaving you an even worse mess.

You gulp harshly and take a deep breath, trying your best to form a proper sentence but with the quiet buzzing of the needle in the background, you keep losing track until all of a sudden the fear of annoying him overwhelms you and the urge to cry shows up out of nowhere.

"You don't have to-", "I just uhm recently moved to Tokyo for college and I major in communications. Hana and I have been friends for ten years and share an apartment close to the campus. And I have a really bad sweet tooth", you interrupt him, surprising him and yourself with your sudden outburst and when you get yourself to look at him again, an amused expression lays in his pretty eyes, making your heart skip another beat.

"You're cute", Kyoutani mumbles and scoots closer to you before he reaches for the needle on the table, "I wanna get to know you, Y/N", he adds and looks into your eyes and places his hand on your wrist. With your heart thrumming inside your throat, you pull your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back the whimper that's been trying to escape ever since you first laid eyes on the pretty tattoo artist.

After observing your face for a reaction, he shifts his attention back to your tattoo and you don't know if it's the way he so casually asked you that question or because of his strong aura but one of those two reasons manages to distract you so much that you don't even realize he’s started already.

"Excuse my bad manners", he says and finishes the first letter, "I am not the best when it comes to flirting so I usually just say what goes through my head. If I ever make you feel uncomfortable, please just tell me and I will stop, yeah?", Kyoutani is calm but there's something about him which seems energetic and strong, a little hectic maybe and you're determined to find out what exactly it is.

You let out a deep breath and look at him with an appreciative smile on your lips, feeling yourself calm down even if it's just a little bit.

"May I ask what you mean with 'get to know me'?", you reply, your question lingering in the air for a couple of seconds and when you look down at your arm again, he has already finished the second letter.

"You know, the usual", Kyoutani mumbles and dips the tip of the needle into the black ink before he starts again, "wanna take you out on a date, fuck you in the backseat of my car, then get some cake afterwards and just — see where it goes".

And that's when your mouth goes completely dry within the time span of a second and the longer you stare at him with your eyes widened and lips parted in surprise, the more your head starts spinning because of the way his words have your cunt throbbing in absolute despair.

"That was quite straightforward, I know but you can't tell me you've not been thinking about fucking me as soon as you stepped through my door so why make a big deal out of it?", Kyoutani replies and wipes away the excess ink on your tattoo with a little tissue before he looks into your eyes again and takes a deep breath, obviously enjoying the way his words have left you speechless.

"I'm not- I don't do- I can't just-", "Calm down, doll. I didn't ask you to fuck me casually, like that friends with benefits kinda shit", he interrupts you softly, his hand caressing yours gently and you can't believe that just this small touch has you craving for more, "I wanna get to know you and see what happens. Maybe we won't be attracted to each other anymore as soon as we talk a little more or spend some time with each other or perhaps we'll fall in love, you never know. That's what I was talking about.”

You nod at him, appreciating his words of reassurance even though you still feel light headed from the previous parts of the conversation.

"I still wanna fuck you, though, don't get me wrong. To be really honest with you, I'd just give it to you right here if you asked me but of course I won't. I might not be a gentleman but I am not an asshole either, so", he sighs, "I'll pound you into my mattress when the time has come.”

You look at him with your brows arched in shock, not quite able to process his words even though they seem to echo inside of your head for what feels like an eternity. Your eyes focus the way he licks his lips before he starts working on the third letter so casually.

And even though you should feel offended or at least a little turned off by his boldness, the more you think about his suggestion, the more excited you seem to get and you have no idea why. It took you three whole months to ask your ex boyfriend to just touch you; literally too shy and nervous to simply say the word sex and now all you want to do is spread your legs and let Kyoutani have his way with you.

"Listen", he begins softly, his deep voice cutting through the thick tension like a sharp knife, "if you have a boyfriend or simply don't want this, please just tell me and I promise you, you won't ever hear from me again", Kyoutani lifts his head and looks right into your eyes, the warm brown surrounding his iris filled with tenderness and something that makes you feel so secure and comfortable you feel yourself getting lost in that exact feeling.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding in, your body slowly starting to function properly again and even though you're still a little overwhelmed, you manage to form and voice a response.

"I don't have a b-boyfriend, not anymore", you begin, receiving a satisfied nod in response, "and for some strange reason I feel way too comfortable with you", Kyoutani smiles softly, halting his movements before he tilts his head to the side, "b-but I don't have a lot of ex-experience when it comes to...sex", you literally whisper the last word, a jolt of insecurity and uncertainty rushing through with such force it has you stumbling over your words like a three year old.

And when you shift your gaze away from Kyoutani's strong eyes, he is quick to place his fingers under your chin and make you look at him again.

In that moment you notice the way the tenderness has been replaced by something a little darker, a little more serious and even though he's literally looking at you like he's about to devour you alive, you don't make any efforts to move out of his soft grip.

"Keep going", he mumbles, "please", Kyoutani whispers, his voice now almost hoarse and so raspy, you're a little taken aback by the sudden change of demeanor.

"I've had s-sex before", you reply and still wonder why the hell you're so open about your sexual experience in front of a guy you've known for ten minutes, "but my boyfriend — ex-boyfriend didn't like any foreplay and that kinda stuff so it was always penetrative sex only", a deep sigh of embarrassment leaves your lips and the fact Kyoutani has caged you with his stares does not really help to make you feel a little less anxious.

"Selfish bastard", Kyoutani hisses and rolls his eyes, "did he at least make you cum?", you shake your head softly, trying your best not to lose the last bit of composure you have left but hearing him say such dirty words has your pussy throbbing in a way you’ve never really experienced it before.

"I'll give it to you so good, baby, make you cum so many times you won't even remember your own name. You just — have to ask me", you don't know if it's the pet name or the way his voice has dropped another octave but without missing a beat you start nodding like your life depends on it.

"No", he suddenly says and puts the needle down before he carefully takes your face into his hands, "you have to say it. Use your big girl words for me, doll. I wanna hear you say all those naughty things.”

"Please..", you whisper, “please, fuck me”, his face way closer to yours then you remembered and the way his hot breath is fanning your skin has you at a loss of words, making it so much harder for you to regain your composure.

"You're going to drive me crazy, I just know it", he grunts harshly and lets his pretty eyes roam your face attentively before he places the softest kiss on the corner of your lips, eliciting a sweet whimper from your dry throat.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering close as he takes your ear lobe between his lips and starts whispering, "I wanna do so many things to you, pretty girl”, his words are promising and exciting; they easily make the wet patch in your ruined panties grow and just when you’re about to gasp for more air, he continues.

“I wanna make you sit on my face so I can tonguefuck that little hole of yours until you’re crying and begging for my cock. And then, when I finally do fuck your pretty cunt, I want to shove your face into my mattress and watch you cum around me again and again and again until you physically can’t take it anymore...how does that sound, baby?"

Another soft whine manages to slip past your trembling lips, waves of hot arousal leave you absolutely breathless and the feeling of your drenched panties sticking to the hot flesh of your pussy makes you shift in your seat.

"Sounds perfect", you reply and can't believe that you actually managed to even form a proper sentence, since you’re way too overwhelmed to even realize what's going on.

And if it wasn’t for your best friend's loud laugh, it would have taken you another couple of minutes to find your way back into reality.

"Good girl", Kyoutani suddenly pulls away and reaches for the needle one last time, his eyes still focused on you and you know he enjoys every bit of despair and neediness written all over your face to the last bit.

"Are you free tomorrow?", he asks you, giving your tiny tattoo the last few touch ups and finishing the fourth and last letter, knowing it's because Saeko and Hana will be here any minute. You reply with a sound of affirmation and let your eyes nervously roam his handsome face; taking in the sight of his thick eyebrows and the tiny little ‘x’ adoring the skin right underneath his left eye before you sigh softly at the appearance of a tiny little dimple as his plump lips stretch into a smile.

"Is it okay if I pick you up around six? We can have some coffee and just drive around for a bit, hm?", his words pull you out of your little trance, and your brain easily processing them.

"Sounds good, I'm in", you reply and smile at him, watching the way he starts cleaning up your finished tattoo with careful touches and just as he wipes over it with a tissue one more time, Kyoutani looks up at you and nods with a teasing smirk plastered on his pretty face.

"I love your tattoo by the way", is the last thing he says before he lowers his gaze to look at your new life long accessory with a big smile, "now you'll always think about me fucking you when you see it.”

And even though his words have you incredibly flustered, you can't help but smile brightly when your eyes roam over the four little letters of the word rain.

A deep sigh leaves your lips after finally getting yourself to tell your best friend about your conversation with the attractive tattoo artist and the longer she looks at you with her pretty eyes widened, brows arched and parted lips, the more the feeling of discomfort overwhelms you.

It's not like you can stop thinking about it anyway so after keeping it to yourself the whole ride home, you couldn't hold it back anymore.

But as silence fills your best friend's room, it takes you every ounce of self control to not just leave and never say a word again. His words keep echoing inside of your head like a broken record and every single time you think about the way he looked at you, your cunt starts clenching and you feel your whole body starting to get hotter and hotter until it’s barely bearable anymore.

But, no matter how much you've enjoyed the attention and all those new emotions overwhelming you, there are still a shit ton of doubts and thoughts giving you a really hard time to just enjoy the new experience. And after a few inner battles with yourself, you've come to the conclusion that telling Hana might be the best and only decision to make in this kind of situation.

You don't know what you expected her reaction to be, especially since you haven't even processed the whole situation for yourself yet, but at least you finally got it off your chest.

"I did get that right, didn't I?", she asks and runs her finger through her bleached hair, finally snapping out of her shocked trance, "Kyoutani Kentarou, one of the most intimidating guys I've ever seen, asked you out on a date and talked about pounding you into his mattress?", Hana repeats slowly and as she does, you feel another wave of embarrassment wash over you.

"Finally!", Hana suddenly yells, throwing the pillow on her lap to the side before she jumps onto her feet and looks at you with big, excited eyes.

"You're finally getting a guy who not only treats you right but also fucks you well, this is amazing!", excitement seems to ooze out of her facial expression, making you let out another soft sigh because even though you're incredibly grateful for her support, something about the whole situation makes it all seem too good to be true.

"What?", your best friend says, her face dropping as she watches the way you furrow your brows in skepticism. "I don't know, Hana", you sigh, "do you really think I should do this? There's just something so odd about it", and again, your mind goes absolutely crazy.

You have no idea how or why but as soon as you think about the pretty faced tattoo artist, your body goes through a whole rollercoaster of emotions and the fact it's already happened a couple of times within the time span of one day is incredibly exhausting.

"Stop that shit, right fucking now", Hana replies, rolling her eyes so hard you're scared they might get stuck and the way she exhales way too loudly lets you know that you’re in for a ride. "Stop trying to sabotage your own love life by looking for dumb reasons as to why it won't work out, Y/N. You are a beautiful woman who has been stuck with the same asshole for almost two fucking years without even getting dicked down properly. You deserve this, you need this and most importantly, you want this.” Her words are filled with determination and don’t leave much room for discussion, as usual.

“I know you do because I saw the way you looked at Kyou and you think you're not supposed to agree to it just because you think it's morally wrong to fuck a guy you've known for less than a day but that's not true. If both of you are interested and actually want this, then why would it be wrong?", Hana finishes her little speech by sitting down next to you and taking your face into her tiny hands, calming you down and actually waking you up in the way you've been craving it.

"You're right", you mumble and take a deep breath, your heart thrumming in your throat just because you finally got rid of this heavy burden on your chest and can feel it being replaced by nothing but excitement, "I want this."

The next day comes way too fast and by the time it's five thirty already, you have no idea where the day went. You're still just as excited about meeting Kyoutani as you were yesterday, the nervousness and anxiety definitely haven't been easy to handle.

During your lectures you had a hard time staying focused solely because he had texted you a couple of minutes prior and you haven't stopped thinking about the message ever since. It wasn't even anything crazy or extraordinary. Kyoutani simply asked you where he should wait for you, yet just seeing the little "hey, this is Kyoutani" at the beginning of the text message was absolutely enough to take your breath away.

You know he probably won't try anything and even though you're more than just grateful about his reserved attitude, a little part of you wants him to throw all of that out of the window and just pound you into the mattress the way he had promised you to.

But, just as Hana had advised you the night before, you've come to the conclusion that taking things slow will make opening up to him a lot easier for you.

However, you are not quite sure if your body is going to cooperate when it comes to your plan. You feel like losing it and he hasn't even showed up yet so you really have no idea how you're going to handle being in his presence again. But, no matter what, you're going to try your very best to make the best of it.

And when your last lecture finally finds its end, you feel the heaviness on your chest increasing drastically; making breathing become a whole challenge and you're surprised you haven't fainted yet. With all the adrenaline and arousal rushing through your veins, it takes you a lot of willpower to not just cancel and go home because the more time passes, the worse it gets.

And as the thoughts in your head go absolutely crazy, your gaze meets a really familiar face. The one you’ve been trying to forget for the past few weeks.

The face of Terushima Yuuji.

He looks at you and his lips stretch into a soft smile, making all those memories replay inside your head as if you hadn't spent over three months trying to erase them from your mind. And yet again, you find yourself hating him for everything he had done to you. Despite the fact that there wasn’t any ounce of love or affection or generally positive emotions left, there's still this deep, intense wrath inside of you, which is enough to distract you from the excitement.

"Y/N", a deep voice, which definitely does not belong to your ex-boyfriend, pulls you out of your anger filled trance and with your brows furrowed in confusion you start searching for the person the voice belongs to.

And then your eyes meet the sight of Kyoutani Kentarou.

"Hi", he says and starts smiling at you, his plump lips looking even more perfect in the sun as well as his tanned, flawless skin.

You can't help but stare at him in awe, your insides twisting and turning the longer his eyes roam your face and the mixture of tenderness and hunger has you gulping harshly. You feel yourself becoming tiny in his presence, his dark clothes building an intense contrast to the light color of his hair and after observing his face for some time, you let your gaze wander a little.

"Up here, doll", Kyoutani mumbles, placing his fingers on your chin and making you look up at him, "if you keep looking at me like that, I am definitely not going to go easy on you and I'm really trying my best to take it slow with you.”

You start nodding, your fingers wrapping around his inked wrist softly and even though it takes you another thirty seconds to get back to reality, Kyoutani does not scold you for it. You can tell he enjoys your needy eyes and how worked up he’s gotten you already, the amused little smirk on his lips giving it away.

"Hi", you finally manage to get out and the way Kyoutani throws his head back with a soft chuckle leaving his lips, has your heart hammering against your rib cage and even though it might be too early, you can already feel the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely insane.

"Who's that guy?", Kyoutani asks you, his eyes never leaving yours and though he could have meant every single male student on the campus, you know exactly which one he's talking about.

"My ex-boyfriend", you reply quickly and take a deep breath, an eye roll following your words because of the mere thought of Yuuji.

"He's approaching us. Do you want us to walk away? Or do you want to annoy him a little?", you look at Kyou in confusion, the amusement sparkling in his pretty eyes easily making you feel a lot more comfortable.

"I'm going to touch you, though, are you okay with that?", he asks and for the first time ever, you feel a hundred percent sure about something.

The way Kyoutani puts you first gives you the incredible feeling of being valid enough to be asked for consent. Yuuji never did anything without asking first, too, you always felt obligated to agree.

"Yes", you say, giving him a confident smile.

And then Kyoutani's hands find their way to your waist, caressing you softly and the way your whole bodyfalls into this amazing haze of comfort makes you wonder what might happen if he touched you in a sexual way.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you", he suddenly whispers into your ear, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck and you don't know if it's his deep voice or his fingers tightening their grip on your soft flesh but something elicits the softest whimper from your throat, giving away how badly you've been craving his presence.

"I know we agreed on taking things slow and I won't try anything unless I am sure you're ready but I kept imagining how pretty you'll look with my cock stuffed inside of your tight pussy", he breathes, his hands slowly wandering to your lower back before he finally takes the flesh of your ass into his palm.

A soft gasp escapes you and without even overthinking it, you bury your face in the warm crook of his neck, the arousal leaving you completely lightheaded.

"M-More, please", you whisper and finally get yourself to wrap your arms around his neck, the fear of falling onto your knees a little too present as the minutes pass by.

“Look at your pathetic little ex-boyfriend", Kyoutani continues, pressing his body a little more against yours, making it easy for you to feel his hard muscles through the fabric of his sweater, "I bet he came after thirty seconds and then wanted you to get off by yourself, right? What a fucking pussy.”

You get lost in the constant clenching of your cunt, the urge to rub yourself against anything just to ease some of the pressure on your sensitive clit overwhelming you and at this point you don't even care about your current location.

"I'll fuck you so good, so much better than that ridiculous piece of shit over there. And you know it, too, right, pretty girl? I am sure you've fingered yourself to the thought of my cock filling you up to the brim with my cum once you came home, haven't you, baby?"

And when you look up at him in pure shock, the feeling of being caught making your blood freeze in your veins and as you look up at him with glossy eyes, Kyoutani starts smiling before he pulls away from you.

"He's gone", he says and runs a tattoo clad hand over his buzzcut, "let's go, I'm starving".

"B-But what about– what about me?", you whisper, stumbling over your words like a little child and all of a sudden you can’t even get yourself to form a proper sentence.

"What about you, baby?", Kyoutani asks and tilts his head to the side, his eyes roaming your face with brows furrowed in fake confusion and you know he's teasing you, but the arousal has already taken over you in the worst way possible.

“I – you can't just say all those things to me and then leave me like this", you pout, your boldness surprising you and for some reason you feel extra proud for actually voicing out your thoughts for once.

"Let's go to my car first, hm? I'd rather talk about these kinda things in a more private place than here", is the only thing Kyou mumbled before he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the parking lot.

Because you’re not used to dealing with such heavy arousal, you can't help but actually get mad. With your arms crossed in front of your chest you shoot Kyoutani an annoyed glance when he opens the door to the passenger seat for you.

You take a deep breath and take a few seconds of being alone to calm your nerves and stop yourself from letting your crazy hormones take over your rational thinking but for some reason every single attempt ends up being a failure. And as soon as Kyoutani plops down onto the seat next to you, you just give up and let out another sigh of frustration.

"You're such a brat", he suddenly grunts, his voice a lot more hoarse than just a few seconds ago but when he pushes his right hand between your legs, and cupping your drenched cunt just like that, a loud gasp falls past your lips and you look at him in pure shock.

“Look at how wet you are already", Kyoutani growls, "acting all innocent and sweet but in reality you just wanna have your sloppy little pussy fucked, don't you?", he starts rubbing over the big wet patch on your lace panties and for the first time today you're actually grateful for your decision to wear a skirt instead of jeans.

His touch drives you crazy, his inked hand looking like it literally has its home in between your thighs and the longer he teases your needy clit over your panties, the louder your whines become. Your fingers wrap around his wrist almost brutally, hips rocking against his pretty fingers in hopes of getting at least some kind of friction.

"P-Please, Kyoutani", you whine, throwing your head back as soon as he pushes his thumb against your clit, the arousal in your body literally suffocating you and with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, you shift your gaze to the blonde.

"What? What do you want? Talk to me, baby, tell me what you want and I promise I'll give it to you", he encourages you.

You can feel his hot breath fanning against your skin, driving you even crazier and all of a sudden the urge to feel those plump lips on yours overcomes you.

"Touch me", you whimper and gasp for air, your hips constantly moving against his hand, "please.”

And even though you literally just asked for it, you're still more than taken aback when Kyoutani pushes your panties to the side and slowly slides one of his long fingers into your drenched core. You let out a loud moan, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist as he starts moving his digit inside of you, his thumb still rubbing circled into your clit and even though you masturbate on a regular basis, feeling someone else's fingers like this has your head spinning in a different kind of way.

"You look extra pretty like this", Kyoutani mumbles and picks up the movements of his thrusts, "all fucked out and ready to cum", his words have you clenching around his fingers and you are very well aware of the fact that he can feel it too but you're too far gone to even try to keep it down. At this point Kyoutani doesn't even do much, you're literally riding his fingers and once he inserts another one, you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into the back of your head as another loud whimper leaves your lips.

"I bet no one knows what a dirty little whore you actually are, hm? They don’t know how desperate you are to have your slutty cunt completely wrecked and stuffed to the brim with cum, right? Open your eyes, baby", he demands and despite the overwhelming feeling of your upcoming high coating the tip of your tongue, your lids flutter open and the second your gaze meets his dark eyes, a soft moan of his name leaves your lips.

"I'm c-close", you whisper and dig your nails even deeper into his skin, recklessly moaning his name into the thick air of the car and even though you have had orgasm before, this one seems to come way faster, harder and way more intense than anything else you’ve ever experienced.

"Come on then, sweet girl. Be a good little whore and cum for me", Kyoutani encourages you, his words literally throwing you over the edge.

Your orgasm hits you hard. So hard, your vision turns white for a couple of seconds and you feel your drenched cunt literally going numb from all the clenching but it doesn't matter because of how far you’re being pushed into the sweetest haze of pleasure. You have no idea, what you say or how loud you are but when you slowly open your eyes again, the whole word seems to be completely silent.

"How are you feeling, doll?", Kyoutani whispers, his eyes roaming your fucked out face attentively.

You’re very well aware of the fact that his fingers are still knuckle deep buried inside of your clenching pussy but for some reason you don’t seem to care. He caresses your inner thigh with his thumb and the way your juices are covering his skin has shivers running down your spine.

"Good", you mumble and get yourself to run your finger sthrough his pretty hair, "so fucking good, thank you.”

"You're still clenching", he suddenly adds and you feel yourself tensing up as you look up at him because you, in fact, did not realize he could actually feel the soft aftermaths of your intense high.

"Do you want to go again, baby? If you want to, you just have to ask me. I'd even let you ride my face in the backseat in the middle of this parking lot if it was up to me, all you gotta do is say it", Kyoutani looks at you with big eyes as he slowly starts pulling his fingers out of your pussy, eliciting a soft whimper from you and making a wave of emptiness hit you.

You try to straighten your skirt again after properly pulling your panties back into place and when you look up at Kyoutani, you expect a lot but not the sight of him pushing his fingers into his mouth and sucking at them like his life depends on it.

“F-Fuck", you whine, pressing your thighs together as if you didn't just get fingered a couple of seconds ago.

“Hmm", he hums and pulls the digits out with a soft blop before placing them on your bottom lip, "you’ve got such a sweet, sweet pussy, pretty girl.

“Can’t wait to eat you out for hours", Kyou chuckles and pulls you closer by your chin as he places the softest kiss on your lips and pulls away again, wiping the excess spit onto his pants and then reaching for his seatbelt.

"Do you always do it like this?", you suddenly ask, your anxious thoughts getting the best of you yet again.

You start playing with the rings on your fingers as tense silence replaces the comfortable atmosphere and you hate yourself for asking such a blunt and random question just because your guilt has been fucking with you.

"What do you mean?", Kyoutani replies, eyes focused on the street ahead of him as he looks at you every now and then.

You gulp harshly, "do you always get intimate this fast?”

A beat of silence passes by, giving you the opportunity to make your question echo inside of your mind and before he even manages to process your words, you find yourself looking for anyway to save yourself.

“God, I don't even know why I am asking you this and you don't have to answer it. But I just – I can't stop overthinking this since I've literally never been with anyone but that stupid ex of mine and now I feel like I'm doing everything wrong. And- And stuff is happening too fast and on one side I want to ask you to do the dirtiest things to me because I've been craving this kind of attention for so long and we actually have chemistry but I also feel like a whore and even though I really like it when you call me one, it's just a little – overwhelming".

And when you finally finish your little outburst, a loud sigh falls past your lips before you finally get yourself to look at him again. Whereas Kyoutani just smiles at you, a soft blush on his cheeks and lips slightly swollen from his constant biting.

"Y/N", Kyou sighs softly, making you realize that he has stopped driving and surprisingly you manage to hold the intense eye-contact, "I've never been in a serious relationship because I got my heart broken by my childhood crush almost five years ago. The fact that I even considered taking you out on a date is proof enough about how much I want this – how much I want you.Please believe me when I say I'm serious about you. ”

You watch the way he undoes his seatbelt before turning his body to face you before he rubs the side of his pierced nose with his thumb.

“You're not a whore – well okay, you're my whore but that's not the point of what I'm trying to say", Kyou looks at you with his plump lips stretched into a cheeky smirk and of course you get incredibly flustered.

"I know we've only known each other for less than two days but fuck that. Fuck all that stereotypical shit which makes dating socially acceptable. We started off like this but who gives a fuck? I'll wreck your pussy and buy you flowers or bring you to the movies afterwards if I wanted to. It's nobody's business what we do and how we do it, as long as everything happens with mutual consent. And if it gets too much for you or you realize you're still into your ex or just not into me, we'll end things. That's it", are the last words he mumbles before he gives you one last look of reassurance and then finally – goes in for a kiss.

You're taken aback by the sudden feeling of his lips on yours but as soon as your head processes the current situation, you take a deep breath and close your eyes, shifting your whole focus to be on Kyoutani Kentarou and his sinfully pretty lips.

The kiss starts off slow, tender, almost innocent and pure, especially compared to what happened just a few minutes prior.

Kyoutani kisses the way he talks: with determination, dominance and in an incredibly consuming way. He makes it so easy for you to feel like the whole world is disappearing and all of a sudden every single worry in your head vanishes.

The way he shyly pushes his tongue into your mouth has your head spinning, his taste coating the muscle of your tongue in the most sinful way possible and you love how the jolts of pure arousal shoot through your body. As soon as he starts sucking on your bottom lip, a loud whine falls past your lips. Your hands find home at the sides of his tattooed neck, making it easier for you to deepen the kiss.

"I think that's enough for now, huh, baby?", he whispers against your swollen lips and you gulp harshly, subconsciously nodding even though you barely registered his words.

"Let's go now because we're both not ready to fuck just yet, which will most likely happen if we don't stop now", Kyoutani adds and the fact he included himself has your chest blossom with the sweetest warmth.

To say that Kyoutani Kentarou has changed your life without you even realizing, would be the best way to describe the development of your relationship with the tattoo artist.

Some people may say his presence has been affecting you in ways not everyone would approve, but that’s something you’ve stopped bothering about weeks ago.

Because despite your skepticism and doubts in the beginning, you’ve now come to enjoy every single moment.

When you fell in love with Yuuji back in high school, you were convinced there was no way for any other person to be as good of a partner as him. Now, almost three years later, Kyoutani proved all your theories to be wrong.

Oh, and how he did it.

Kyoutani’s made it a tradition to wait for you after your lectures, coffee and some sort of sweets in his hands. You can’t deny that at first it did overwhelm you a little, after all you weren't used to such treatment by a male.

But as time went by, you also have become a lot more comfortable with those little yet so important gestures. Something that also surprised you in many ways was the amount of compliments Kyoutani threw your way.

Yuuji would tell you little "you're hot"s or "pretty"s whenever he was high or horny or – both, whereas Kyou looks at you for some time only to break into a huge smile and mumble sweet "you're so beautiful"s several times a day. And no matter how many times you get to hear those words, you always end up incredibly flustered and shyly thank him for it.

With the weeks passing by, you’ve become someone you've never thought you'd be.

However, the more you grow into said person, the bigger your love and respect for yourself has become.Which basically reminds you of the most important difference between Kyoutani and Yuuji.

Your ex and very first boyfriend always made you doubt your own worth, whereas the guy you're currently falling head over heels for has managed to make all those negative thoughts vanish. It's only been two months since you've met Kyoutani Kentarou but his impact on your life has been huge – in every aspect possible, especially when it comes to your sexual activity.

With your ex boyfriend, you’ve never been on the receiving end when it came to pleasure.

The process of having sex with him usually consisting of some sloppy kisses and him getting to stick his dick inside of you, only for him to last for barely a minute. You didn't mind it at the time; after all you were in love with him and if he was satisfied, so were you, even if you had to get yourself off after he was finished.

To Yuuji your pleasure was never really important or relevant, whereas Kyoutani’s number one priority seems to be your sexual satisfaction. There hasn't been a time where he asked you for a blow- or a hand job, not even after making you cum several times in a row with his fingers or his tongue only.

You'd always notice the way he'd grind into the surface underneath him, his deep moans against your hot, spasming cunt also one of the things which let you know that he was enjoying it as much as you, yet – nothing.

"This isn't about me, baby", he'd whisper into your ear after you had finally gotten yourself to ask him if he wanted to fuck your throat.

Nevertheless, Kyoutani keeps expanding the circle of your sexual experiences and at this point not one day passes by without him at least burying his fingers inside of you. However, none of you has tried or decided to give your current "relationship" some kind of label and even though Kyoutani has made his intentions pretty clear in the beginning, there's still something that bothers you about the lack of clarity.

"Why would you even think about shit like that, Y/N?", your best friend says and looks at you with her newly dyed black hair falling into her pretty face, "I mean – just the way he looks at you should be enough for you to know how much he actually likes you", she adds and instantly rolls her eyes when she receives another desperate and rather frustrated sigh in response from you before she grabs one of the boxes on the floor and disappears into the storage room behind the counter with a shake of her head at your behavior.

"Y/N, a ten out of ten coming right in", Sora, one of the prettiest girls you've ever laid your eyes on, who also happens to be your coworker, whispers your way as you start cleaning the work place in front of you.

And as you take a deep breath in order to calm your crazy thoughts, your eyes suddenly find the strong gaze of Kyoutani Kentarou, the unexpected sight making you gasp softly.

"Fuck, he's hot", Sora mumbles and you want to look at her, lift your head up and see the way she's drooling over the guy you've been falling for in the past few weeks but you just can't free yourself from him. And you know you're currently staring at him like he's some kind of science project or something like that but you can't help it, not when he looks like a walking sin.

His freshly dyed, silver buzzcut complimenting the color of his eyes, the leather of his pants hugging his strong thighs in the best way possible and in combination with his significant leather jacket he looks like the heartthrob described in every modern romance novel.

No wonder Sora has already started eye-fucking him; the only difference between the two of you being the fact that you actually know what his touch feels like.

And just like that a hot wave of arousal breaks down onto you, making your heartbeat pick up its pace to the point where you can barely hear anything from the loud thrumming inside your ears.

"Hello! Welcome to Wonderland, my name is Hayato Sora; what would you like to order?", are the words which suddenly pull you back to reality, and with a soft shake of your head you shift your attention to the scenario playing right in front of you.

"Hi, can I get a small, iced americano and that blueberry muffin right there, please?", Kyoutani orders, his voice as smooth and deep as usual and you love the way it makes your cunt clench in despair.

"Great choice! That will be 6.30 please", your coworker replies and gives Kyou another one of her famous smiles, whereas he only seems to have eyes for you.

"You may wait at the end of the counter, your order will be ready in a bit", "Thanks", the tattoo artist replies and gives the pretty faced girl one last, quick smile before turning his full attention to you.

"I know we said I'd pick you up after your shift but I finished my last client a little earlier than I expected so I thought I'd show up right after, I hope that's okay with you", Kyou says to you, running his pretty hand over his head.

You can literally feel Sora's shocked gaze boring into your side and within a second a dark feeling of discomfort fills your chest, making it a lot more difficult for you to lift your head and lock gazes with Kyoutani again.

"Are you okay, pretty girl?", Kyoutani asks and starts observing you with worry-filled eyes.

"Y-Yes", you reply and take another deep breath, the tension in the air suffocating you in the worst way possible and you can already feel yourself getting light-headed.

And just as you're about to continue, Sora's voice cuts you off: "Oh, you two know each other? How come?", she says, your eyes finding hers, the dark color around her iris suddenly becomes even darker in everything but a good way.

“Uhm, yes – this is Kyoutani Kentarou", you hesitate, not daring to look at him as the following words leave your lips, "he's a friend of mine.”

You can feel the air thickening right after your introduction; the tension is so thick and intenso so, you're sure you'd be able to cut it through with a knife.

"I see!", Sora says, a cocky smirk plastered to her pretty face as she shifts her gaze back to Kyoutani. The tattoo artist looks at you with big eyes and you can feel the disappointment and literal shock in his gaze burn into your skin.

"Then I'd actually really like to get to know you better, Kyoutani – mind if we exchanged numbers or Instagrams if you're more comfortable with that?", your colleague keeps going, playing with her long brown hair and blinking at the tall male like she is about to devour him alive.

And the amount of hate and disgust rushing through your body has chills running down your body.

"Yeah, sure", a deep voice suddenly replies and you can feel your chest tightening.

"Great, I'll go and grab my phone real quick!", Sora laughs, her fingers tracing Kyoutani's arm quickly before she disappears again.

"A friend, huh? Is that what I am to you, Y/N? A fucking friend?", Kyoutani hisses, his eyes observing your face for some answers and you want to look into his face and deny it but your anxiety is holding you back.

You can feel his anger through his sharp tone, the accusing words and the disappointment in his tone and the urge to cry takes over you; a thin veil of tears blocking your sight almost immediately.

"Do you fuck all of your friends, hm? Do all your friends get to finger you? Answer me, for fuck's sake!", he hisses and you let out a soft sob, not ready to deal with something like this in the middle of your work place with the possibility of your coworker seeing you like this.

"You could have just told me that you weren't as serious about us as me", Kyoutani suddenly spits, "but you knew I wouldn't have done all those things to you if you told me, right? Don't want to lose your little boy toy, yeah? It’s not like I fit your little college girl aesthetic anyway- You know what, Y/N? Go fuck yourself", are the last words he throws at you like they’re literal poison on his tongue as he ignores the way the tears stream down your cheeks because of how you're trying to calm down and find the right words.

But you...don’t say anything. You don’t stop him. All you do is watch.

You watch Kyoutani type his number into Sora's phone with his typical charming smile on his face before he winks at her and leaves the coffee shop without looking at you again.

And that’s when you know you fucked up.

– (A/N: So- there will be a part two to this because Tumblr acted up and told me 20k is too much for a fic. thank you so much for all the love and support, i truly appreciate it. feel free to leave any form of feedback if you did enjoy this monster of a fic. all the love, zade xx)

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seijoh karaoke nights ✿

what i think the seijoh boys would sing/do during karaoke nights, except i have a very limited and not great music taste so sorry in advance!! (once again semi-inspired by this official art)

✿ oikawa and watari are the ones who suggested they do karaoke in the first place. oikawa for “team bonding” purposes, watari just because he really likes karaoke :)

✿ kyoutani always says that he isn’t going to go because he finds the whole thing “stupid”, but without fail he’s one of the first ones to show up

✿ kunimi also says he isn’t going to go, but nobody listens to him because they all know that if kindaichi’s going, kunimi will be there (he can’t resist those puppy-dog eyes)

✿ hanamaki and matsukawa sing the most duets. a lot of cheesy, romantic disney songs (cue ‘love is an open door’ from frozen), plus whatever blasphemous bullshit they can find (cue ‘emo girl’ by mgk and WILLOW)

✿ makki also tries to sing ‘never gonna give you up’ by rick astley every time, but 9 times out of 10 iwaizumi stops him (he refuses to be rick-rolled)

✿ iwaizumi’s go-to is any twice song. he is 100% a once. he also converted kindaichi and they have sleepovers whenever twice drops a new music video and they watch it together :))

✿ kindaichi’s also big into katy perry song’s. i have zero explanation for this, i just really enjoy the idea of him listening to ‘last friday night’ and ‘teenage dream’ on repeat

✿ in order from best voice to worst, it goes:

kyoutani (but he’s super embarrassed about it)

iwaizumi

watari

matsukawa

kindaichi

oikawa

yahaba

kunimi

hanamaki (he sucks majorly but he’s confident about it)

✿ yahaba prefers to watch the other’s sing, but occasionally he’ll be bullied into stepping up and singing himself. his face gets all red and he’s unable to look any of his teammates in the eye until after he’s finished, but he’ll always have a fun time! his favorite’s are MARINA or conan gray <3 (i'm only slightly projecting)

✿ kyoutani loves itzy. his bias is yeji, and his favorite song is not shy. he will NEVER sing it in front of anyone who isn't his sister though. during karaoke he mostly just sings some popular 80′s song, then talks with yahaba and watari

✿ kunimi usually let’s kindaichi pick a song for him, then immediately regrets it when he’s having to sing one of ABBA’s greatest hits

✿ when kunimi gets to pick a song out himself, there’s a 90% chance it’ll be cigarettes after sex (this is funny to me bc i’ve never listened to a cigarettes after sex song i'm basing this purely on instinct) 

✿ yahaba and makki have made a tradition of singing ‘call me maybe’ by carly rae jepsen, makki’s passionate screaming really brings yahaba out of his shell

✿ oikawa always sings britney spears!! ‘toxic’, ‘circus’, ‘...baby one more time’, if it’s britney (bitch), then oikawa’s sang it during at least one of their karaoke nights

✿ mattsun sings those fanmade fnaf and undertale songs just to piss everyone off (makki laughs his ass off every time), when he’s being more serious he’ll sing taylor swift. ‘style’ is his jam, he’s a swiftie first, person second

✿ speaking of taylor swift, kindaichi also sings some of her songs! he really likes the lover album, and has sang ‘paper rings’ a couple of times (inadvertently making kunimi swoon in the process)

✿ watari is the king of rihanna songs. he fangirls over her with the girls in his class and yahaba’s younger brother, and sings ‘only girl (in the world)’ like his life depends on it

✿ oikawa tries to sing cute love songs to iwaizumi, but iwa’s too busy cackling over oikawa’s stupidity to properly be serenaded 

✿ kunimi has his phone at the ready to record whatever chaos ensues and has an album in his camera roll dedicated solely to stupid karaoke night shenanigan videos (plus some photos of kindaichi singing that he thought were cute)

✿ kyoutani and yahaba secretly rate everyone’s “performances” together on a scale of 1 to 10, then declare a “winner” at the end of each night. none of the others know, it’s just a fun little thing they do to keep themselves entertained :) (even made a spreadsheet for it)

✿ they once ran into shiratorizawa at the same karaoke place as them. both teams just sorta awkwardly stared at each other, walked into their designated booths, and never spoke of it again 

[mango-bango-bby]

ahh ok so maybe like drummer!kyoutani who has like a crush on his bandmate's cute little sister who's always at their practices and maybe she like brings her new boyfriend to see her awesome big brother's band only to send kyoutani spiraling so he snaps and kidnaps her

♡ Band Practice ♡

(A/N: I imagine punk!Kyo for this and now I’m in love with punk!Kyo 💖💖💖 Especially with a super sweet and adorable darling!! Ahh so cute 💞 Every time I write for him now I’m gonna imagine him as punk!!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, Kyo hates your boyfriend he also has violent thoughts about hurting him, dummer!Kyotani

Summary: Kyotani didn’t think he liked you to much until you bring your boyfriend to band practice (Yandere!Kyotani x GN!Reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Kyotani taps his foot in irritation. He’s not sure why he’s so mad. He hadn’t been a huge fan of you at first honestly. You were always so cheery and made sure to always to come to practice to see your brother, Kyotani’s bandmate. Yet you always seemed to want to talk to Kyotani, perhaps it was because he almost ignored you despite staring at you a lot.

Yes, he thought you were cute but nothing more really. You would always approach him, asking him how long he had been playing the drums and if he liked it, things like that.

Kyotani thought that it annoyed him, but then you stopped asking him so much and now you didn’t even give him a passing glance. Probably because you were to distracted by that stupid boyfriend of yours now!

Kyotani absolutely hated your boyfriend. You had only been with your boyfriend a few weeks, but you had brought him to see your brothers band today. Although Kyotani’s playing was a bit more aggressive today. Kyotani practically stared your boyfriend down, wondering what the hell this loser had that he didn’t. Why were you dating him? What did you see in him?

As far as Kyotani could tell, there was absolutely nothing to your boyfriend. The bands practice goes on as normal, you cheering them on and bopping your head to the music. Kyotani grits his teeth when you put your hand on your boyfriends shoulder and smile at him.

Kyotani really did think he didn’t care about you until now that he saw you with someone else. He wanted that to be him, he needed that to be him.

The more he thought about it then angrier he got. How long had you two been together? What dates had you two been on? Have you two hugged? Cuddled? Perhaps even kissed?

Now that got his blood boiling! He realized now he just wanted you to be with him! He wants you to be like that with him. He could treat you much better than your boyfriend clearly, he was so weak and seemed so nervous! At least Kyotani could protect you! He would be able to keep you safe!

Kyotani can’t blame you to much for not choosing your boyfriend over him. Kyotani was rude to most people, most saw him as a brute. So he can’t blame that someone as sweet as you went for someone more like you. But he knows he’d be the best with you, he'd protect you. He blames your boyfriend, that stupid boyfriend of yours.

Kyotani wanted nothing more than punch that stupid boy in the face, he didn’t deserve you. He wanted nothing more than to just get your boyfriend away from you, well he wouldn’t be your boyfriend for long with Kyorani there!

He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to do it but he knew that he needed you. He’d either get rid of your boyfriend or take you for himself, or both. Most likely both.

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[dememetor]

Haikyuu boys when they're drunk

characters iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto koutarou, sakusa kiyoomi, kageyama tobio

warnings swearing (i swear, they don't, they're polite boys), uhh drinking? but that's pretty obvious

recent works: what it feels like to fall in love with them

Iwaizumi Hajime

You know how he's usually the mom friend?

Pulls a one fucking eighty

Has no sense of self-preservation whatsoever

Has to be under constant surveillance or Else

Once jumped off the first floor because Hanamaki told him not to

(Kyoutani soon followed after him too, but I digress)

There's just this little troublemaker in him that comes through when he's drunk and it amuses everyone, especially Hanamaki and Matsukawa who can't wait to join him when he starts doing stupid shit

However, when the alcohol starts wearing off he gets unusually quiet

Oikawa usually calls it the stage of regret

But in all honesty he just gets tired, usually falling asleep on the nearest couch

Or chair

Or the floor

Oikawa Tooru

Walks a fine line between being the life of the party and an emotional shipwreck

Once Yahaba accidentaly said his hair looked funny and he started crying on the spot

It's like his emotions are amplified, he's either having the time of his life or sitting in a corner wailing about something that happened four years ago

But when he's in a good mood, he laughs

All the time

(And it's like the prettiest sound in the world)

Refuses to drink anything else but vodka

Especially beer

Hates it with a burning passion

Insists that it tastes like piss

Matsukawa made him try the apple and lemon flavored ones but he's too stubborn to admit they're not bad

Has the highest alcohol tolerance out of them all mostly because he's been drinking since he was like 14

(Which is really bad, I do not condone this)

Knows exactly how much he can drink and how much everyone else on the team can drink, and usually watches out for them not to get too shitfaced

When they do though, he's the one to sit by them when they puke and call an uber to get them home

Just,, too sweet

Kuroo Tetsurou

Just like Oikawa, knows how not to get shitfaced

However, enjoys getting shitfaced from time to time

Makes the best cocktails

Doesn't let Kenma drink them

Owns a guitar and god damn can he play it

Usually doesn't like when other people listen to him but get him tipsy and he will hold an entire concert

Once Lev accidentaly broke his guitar when he tackled Yaku and since then Kuroo keeps it with him like it's the holy grail

I'm not even kidding, will start barking if you look at it the wrong way

Prefers whiskey

Loves playing with other people's hair

It's either you or Kenma, whoever he lays his hands on first

Learned how to braid hair on his sister and now does it so well it's on par with like Brad Mondo or some shit

Bokuto koutarou

Shares a similarity with a kinder surprise egg in a way that there is no possible way you know what you will get

Either ecstatic or emo, no in between

For some reason really likes taking his shirt off

Gets really fidgety

Can't stand still for two fucking seconds

Randomly leaves the conversation to run around and then comes back like nothing ever happened

Easily distracted

Someone needs to be with him at all times or he will randomly wander off

"Ohh I wanna pet that hedgehog."

"Bokuto, get your ass over here."

If he ends up in the emo stage... oh boy

Cries at everything

Once got emotionally attached to Konoha's pet grasshopper

Refused to leave without it so Konoha let him borrow it for the night but when Bokuto woke up he mistook it for a stick of wood and threw it away

Sakusa Kiyoomi

This man does not drink

The taste of alcohol genuinely disgusts him

People act stupid when they drink anyway

Also he takes volleyball very seriously

Can't drink if you're planning on competing profesionally y'know

BUT

He tried a cocktail once accidentally

The waitress switched his drink when he was out with his teammates and they made him try it

Will never admit it but it wasn't that bad

Tasted like juice, really

And let me tell you, tipsy sakusa kiyoomi is the cutest thing ever

Giggles

Just giggles all the time

Has conversations with himself about volleyballll

Sits down next to you, hugs your arm and just rambles about whatever's on his mind

Usually it's his next match

One time made you sit through a passionate 15 minute description of his breakfast

Also very affectionate

Will compliment the everloving shit out of anyone in a 10 meter radius

His hangovers arent even that bad but he stays in a godawful mood the entire next day

Kageyama Tobio

Rarely drinks

Him and Tsukishima usually stand aside (in silence) and watch others do stupid shit

Has a ridiculously low alcohol tolerance

I swear this boy gets drunk on fucking liquor chocolates

The first time he got tipsy he refused to believe it

"I can get up on my own, thanks Sugawara."

*Thud*

Both fascinated and scared of the fact that he can't walk straight

Gets really judgy

You know how analytical he gets when playing volleyball?

Well now he says it all out loud and it lowkey pisses everyone off

Well everyone except Tsukki who unironically enjoys this side of him

(Tsukki even looks forward to parties with kageyama because he can gossip about anything and Kageyama is actually great listener when drunk, but Tsukki would rather eat a lego than admit it)

Can't tell different alcohol apart

You can get him to say anything (which Tanaka and Nishinoya abuse a lot)

Shows affection in... unusual ways

Will hold your hand "So it's not too heavy for you"

Will apply the same logic to your face

Like he will just cup it and look you in the eye "it's ok you can relax now"

Like not even some cute shit, he's dead serious

[strangertyped]

Haikyuu! Ultimate fanfic recommendations masterlist

Here are my favorite haikyuu fanfics for all the people out there who had a rough time lately and want to flee back to their comfort ship.

I collected this fics over years.

Also I am always thankful for receiving recommendations myself so don’t be shy.

iwaoi

to be first, to be best - kittebasu (chanyeol)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2547755

Hajime is apparently something of a masochist, and as he stares down at the tie-dyed AREA51 T-shirt in his hands, he thinks “I’m totally in love with this asshole, aren't I?”

With Love, From Tokyo - orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21808894

“Come back soon,” he finds himself mumbling into his shoulder. “It’s going to fucking suck without you, bastard.

Oikawa laughs, a chime of church bells and he pulls Hajime even closer.

“You won’t even notice I’m gone, Iwa-chan,” he says. The Tokyo sky is changing from orange to blue, and the sun smiles down at them as it drifts away.

Desperado - Verbrennung

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15735801

Clearly Iwaizumi had a checkered past. Kyoutani has never asked about it, nor has Iwaizumi ever brought it up. He knows it’s a sore spot for his mentor, just like the gorgeous Monte Carlo he keeps hidden away is, so he leaves it alone. Out on the streets, you learn a little something about when to turn a blind eye in order to survive; Kyoutani knows better than most to leave the past of men like Iwaizumi well alone.

It’s probably got something to do with the boy in the polaroids, though.

Retired pickpocket & conman Iwaizumi Hajime receives an invitation he can't possibly decline, pulling him back into his old life to work a job with his old friends and ex-lover Oikawa Tooru. His mostly-legit apprentice Kyoutani gets dragged along for the ride. It's a complete mess.

The Loyalty of a Traitor - DeathBelle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12429639

Iwaizumi Hajime was an undercover officer with a single objective: Infiltrate the Seijoh Syndicate of the Yakuza and tear them down from the inside out. His primary target was the boss, Oikawa Tooru. The job itself was simple enough, until Iwaizumi got in too deep and absconded not only from the mission, but from the city itself.

Now, two years later, he’s dragged back into Tokyo’s unsavory underworld. A grisly string of murders is plaguing the city, and the culprits are most definitely Yakuza. The problem is discovering which Syndicate is responsible, and Iwaizumi – the leading expert on Yakuza affairs – is the man most suited for the job.

Despite his determination to stay away from Tokyo – and from Oikawa – Iwaizumi finds himself right back in the middle of Seijoh, and it feels a lot more like home than he’d care to admit.

And All the Prince‘s Men - FindingSchmomo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11495643

"Father only loves that which he owns, and I am the one thing that can never truly be his."

In which Iwaizumi Hajime is a young orphan suddenly thrust upon the royal court, and Oikawa is the Prince he's been assigned to. A story of their friendship and love, of their years spent together and apart, of their losses suffered and their wins hard fought.

i‘ll never feel whole (but you‘re as close as i’ll get) - earthworms

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28684854

The three great truths of the universe: the sun rises in the east, the birds will always come back in the spring, and Tooru loves Iwaizumi in an irreversible, illimitable way.

dyspnea/arrhythmia - carafin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3865561

In which Iwaizumi Hajime is a junior doctor suffering through his medical rotation, and Dr. Oikawa Tooru is his insufferable mentor. Medical AU.

‘I heard your internal medicine rotation’s going to be at Miyagi Central Hospital,' Suga says, turning to Iwaizumi. 'Who’s your mentor gonna be?’

‘Dr. Oikawa Tooru,’ Iwaizumi replies, and barely has time to yank his body back as Suga chokes on and almost sprays out a mouthful of alcohol.

‘What is it,’ Iwaizumi says, feeling a little unnerved.

In response, Suga simply drags a pitcher of alcohol from across the table, and starts to tip more beer into Iwaizumi’s glass. ‘You’re going to need this,’ Suga says.

the chrysanthemum looking glass - izayas

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27054028

“in a life where everything has been decided for us, i choose you to be mine, as you choose me to be yours.”

the story of a prince and his guard.

we shine like diamonds - whitemiists

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3918325

Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.

"You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."

my castles in the sky are tumbling down - ohhotlamb

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7192292

He doesn't think about those familiar dark eyes staring numbly into his own. He doesn't think about the remnant staleness of sake on his breath. He doesn't think about the cup with which he had to share wine; he doesn't think about the rim in which their lips shared drink.

He does not think about his husband.

primavera - tothemoon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23864761

They say it takes twenty-six years, for certain breeds to fully bloom.

Full Bloom - bumbebeesknees

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32621017

After the closing ceremonies, Oikawa and Iwaizumi head back home to Miyagi. Turns out this thing between them that’s been a lifetime in the making – that probably should've been made whole years ago – still needs a little more time to form.

It should be difficult to find any single instance that stands out brighter than the rest, all of them powered by the same steady current of lifelong affection, but there are two moments Hajime keeps going back to:

In the first, they’re eighteen.

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle - kittebasu (chanyeol)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6422014

Tooru is pretty sure he could manage the mating habits of a mosquito. It’s the mating habits of people he can’t seem to get right.

i wanna ruin our friendship - roseknight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5926129

Oikawa can't pretend he doesn't know what he's feeling. He's far too accustomed to jealousy for that. But there's no reason to feel such intense jealousy towards two guys he doesn't even know, that he just happened to catch kissing.

No reason he can accept.

In which a single confession letter unravels Oikawa's control over his life and forces him to realize he wants something besides friendship from Iwaizumi.

* and here a link to my own fanfic: *

major choice - dearoldfriend

Oikawa went to Shiratorizawa.

matsuhana

and indeed there will be time - plumtrees

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6807781

Between volleyball and the looming end of their high school years, Hanamaki thinks he’s already dealing with more than enough, thank you very much.

Unfortunately, no one else gets the memo.

-

Alternatively: “I am not in love with my best friend!” says Hanamaki Takahiro. Nobody buys his bullshit.

plus one - orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6727414

"Did you know we're dating?"

"What? Says who?"

"Says everyone apparently."

"Oh," Hanamaki frowns for a few seconds before shrugging and turning his attention back to the chocolate fountain. "Nice."

rated m for - orphan_account

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4549605

He should have known that there was a Specific Reason™ why it was so absolutely vital that he and Matsukawa specifically meet for a reading of the script. He should have known that there had to be some evil catch beyond sitting in a tiny, cramped studio with his newly sworn enemy.

Hanamaki stares at the title of the script he’d so gracefully neglected the night before.

FORBIDDEN PARADISE

“Excuse me,” Hanamaki starts, raising a pen in the air while staring blankly at the packet in his free hand. “Just to clarify, you want me to record a boy's love CD with Matsukawa?”

nebulas - tothemoon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5866984

“You'll have to let me think about it,” Hanamaki says to him while they're looking at soup stocks in the supermarket one evening, because he knows being with someone is not as simple as he'd like it to be.

(At this, Matsukawa does not fret. He goes for the snack aisle, instead.)

it’s cold out there - bishounen_curious

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6994705

Seijoh's parties are always a mess, but this one takes the cake.

talks firmly and calmly - warmly

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25595224

One morning, Matsukawa wakes up and decides he will fall out of love.

poolside - tothemoon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7301821

At eighteen, it'd been a matter of wading.

At twenty-five, Hanamaki tries not to fall in headfirst.

kyouhaba

Mint and Pine - snoqualmie

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10817886

Yahaba yanks at Kyoutani’s uniform in the club room and ties his tie so tight after morning practice that sometimes Kyoutani thinks he’s trying to fucking strangle him.

kuroken

the walk home - skiecas

https://archiveofourown.org/works/12968754

Kenma reluctantly spoons vanilla into his mouth, watching the sun set. And when everything is dusted in stripes of pale orange and purple and gold, he glances at Kuroo’s profile muddled in the shadows of the descending sun, and wonders whether he had somehow accidentally made friends with an impressive sort of boy. The ice-cream melted under his thumb feels maddeningly sticky, like he’ll never wash it away thoroughly enough and it would leave its mark wherever he touched before he could.

Kenma has never really thought of anyone as good-looking before, never really cared enough about these things to notice them. But Kuroo is objectively so, in this light, in this angle—maybe all the time.

(A Kuroo and Kenma life story, told in five acts).

How Kuroo Found Kenma - SuggestiveScribe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3988276

"Oh my God," Kuroo said, eyes growing wide. He slowly turned to fully face Oikawa, "I'm in love with Kenma."

Oikawa brought his tea to his mouth. "Yeah," he said, smiling through the steam rising in front of his face, "I know."

pretty girls make me nervous - ebenroot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3509384

(Yaku had to wonder if his captain was listening to himself talk and could realize on his own how much he sounded in love with Kenma.)

"So, what is going to happen is this! Friday night, Kenma will be going to the mall with no video games around. His natural attractiveness will show, some love struck girl will ask him out and bam! Kenma isn't single anymore."

(Yaku supposed not.)

or

that fic where Kuroo does everything he can to get Kenma a significant other. Meanwhile, everyone bets how long it'll take before Kuroo realizes that Kenma's sorta already dating him.

i’ll make you happy (just wait and see) - newamsterdam

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1091924

“I’m not repressed,” Kuroo hisses. “I’m definitely one hundred percent aware of the fact that I’m in love with Kenma, okay? I’m just not ready to tell him. See? No repression. Perfectly self-aware. Thank you very much.”

Kuroo is perfectly aware that there's no good reason for him not to confess his feelings to Kenma. But that doesn't mean he's ready to make his move just yet.

you’re the brake lines failing (as my car swerves off the freeway) - ghostpot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25906996

Kenma thinks that Kuroo looks ugly with his head bent against the arm of the couch like that. Then Kenma thinks that he wants to marry him, and is promptly thrown into the 5 stages of grief.

aofuta

long way home - asynchrony

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30097446

All the ways Futakuchi pushes limits, and all the ways Aone lets him.

On the 2011 Tōhoku quake and tsunami. On being displaced, then being found.

bokuaka

i made myself a metropolis - tothemoon

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24319474

In which it takes six years, stories, and science to learn that love is not just the road ahead.

one in a hundred - norio

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8189225

Though he has no proof, Bokuto suspects dating would be a lot easier if Akaashi stopped trying to break up with him.

Behind Bricks - DeathBelle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11502159

Akaashi has always had a good idea of what his future would look like.

Becoming a prostitute hadn't been part of the plan.

Bokuto Koutarou wasn't part of the plan, either. Akaashi meets him by chance, and is drawn in by Bokuto's optimism and authenticity. He's never met anyone like Bokuto, and despite his initial reluctance, Akaashi finds himself getting a little too attached.

Crisis Converted - valiantarmor

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3168116

Akaashi Keiji is just a normal cop with a penchant for getting himself into trouble, when quite suddenly he finds himself with a big promotion and a brand new partner.

But his habit of finding trouble hasn't gone away -- if anything, it's only gotten worse.

sakuatsu

Northern Downpour - hatsuna

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32866930

“The Kansai region—which includes Kyoto, Amagasaki, and Osaka—experiences a rainy season known as tsuyu (alternatively: baiyu). It is written with the characters ‘plum’ and ‘rain,’ as it coincides with plums purpling and plumping. Beginning toward the birth of June and lapsing in late July, tsuyu lasts approximately six weeks.”

Your name is Miya Atsumu. You have learned that life is armed to the teeth, and you have bared your fangs in return.

Under Pressure - ghostystarr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26633329

Hinata and Bokuto realize that perhaps, just maybe, Sakusa might show affection differently than most. Unfortunately, it seems Atsumu is the object of such affections.

"Don't worry," Bokuto assures, "we're gonna teach you how to flirt with Tsumu."

i’m begging for you to take my hand - comfortcharacters

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29530146

If really good setters can bewitch their spikers, then Atsumu wouldn’t rest until Sakusa’s fully under his spell.

Atsumu is the best, after all.

He pushes the thought of hands – Sakusa’s hands, Sakusa’s hands around the ball, Sakusa’s hands in his – directly out of his mind.

(or, atsumu doesn't realize why he's so desperate for sakusa's attention. until he does.)

Hide and seek - badreputation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23177344

It’s just a fleeting infatuation. As long as he pushes through it he’ll manage. So what if nowadays there isn’t a night where he doesn’t dream of Sakusa pinning him down on his own bed, in the shower or make Atsumu go down on his knees in the hallway? Those are just pesky details.

Some Memories, We May Keep - mika60

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25637944

The missing panels, the missing games, the missing moments.

The them we never saw.

Pas De Deux - hatsuna

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25482076

The mystery athlete gives Kiyoomi a once over in the mirror. “Yer pretty tall,” he observes. The twang of an accent rasps low in his throat. His brazen eyes drift to Kiyoomi’s legs, and something like exhilaration glints gold in his gaze. “Good quads, too. Ya ever played volleyball?”

Ah. So it’s volleyball.

“I’m a dancer. Ballet and contemporary, mostly.”

Burden of Blame - DeathBelle

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24215773

Atsumu has a long history of pissing people off, but this time he’s gone too far. Someone wants him dead, and although he doesn’t know who or why, it becomes clear very quickly that both he and Osamu are in danger. After a couple of close calls, Kita - the Kumicho of Inarizaki - decides it’s not safe for the two of them to stay in Hyogo; not until he finds out who placed the hit and eliminates them.

Atsumu reluctantly finds himself in Tokyo, taken in by a yakuza group that’s nothing like Inarizaki. The Black Jackals are a different breed, more lethal than he’s used to, and Sakusa Kiyoomi is the worst of them all. Of course that’s who Atsumu gets stuck with, and he and Sakusa are in constant competition for who hates each other more.

Tokyo should be a safe haven but between Atsumu’s bloody new assignments, the lingering threat on his life, and all the days trapped with Sakusa, Atsumu isn’t sure he’ll make it out of Tokyo alive.

authors you need to check out!

Verbrennung

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/Verbrennung/pseuds/Verbrennung

(iwaoi…)

valiantarmor

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/valiantarmor/pseuds/valiantarmor

tothemoon

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/tothemoon/pseuds/tothemoon

themorninglark

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/themorninglark/pseuds/themorninglark

ghostpot

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/ghostpot/pseuds/ghostpot

sundowns

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/sundowns/pseuds/sundowns

snoqualmie

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/snoqualmie/pseuds/snoqualmie

skiecas

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/skiecas/pseuds/skiecas

silvercistern

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/silvercistern/pseuds/silvercistern

shions_heart

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/shions_heart/pseuds/shions_heart

Rossie_H

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/Rossie_H/pseuds/Rossie_H

ohhotlamb

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/ohhotlamb/pseuds/ohhotlamb

norio

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/norio/pseuds/norio

newamsterdam

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/newamsterdam/pseuds/newamsterdam

mika60

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/mika60/pseuds/mika60

marssram

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/marssram/pseuds/marssram

lazykawaaa

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/lazykawaaa/pseuds/lazykawaaa

knightswatch

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/knightswatch/pseuds/knightswatch

kazzydolyn

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/kazzydolyn/pseuds/kazzydolyn

IncessantOblivion

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/IncessantOblivion/pseuds/IncessantOblivion

Hyeyu

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/Hyeyu/pseuds/Hyeyu

hatsuna

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/hatsuna/pseuds/hatsuna

h_lovely

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/h_lovely/pseuds/h_lovely

fandomverse

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/fandomverse/pseuds/fandomverse

devote

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/devote/pseuds/devote

DeathBelle

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/DeathBelle/pseuds/DeathBelle

kittebasu (chanyeol)

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/chanyeol/pseuds/kittebasu

buu

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/buu/pseuds/buu

bumblebeesknees

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/bumblebeesknees/pseuds/bumblebeesknees

brella

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/brella/pseuds/brella

bluu

-> https://archiveofourown.org/users/bluu

+ all authors who wrote the mentioned fanfictions

Can’t wait for the last movie to come out! What are you guys expecting from it?

[nobarangel]

seijoh manager hcs

characters: aoba johsai x f!reader

warnings: a lot of simping and protectiveness, some swear words and grammar errors

a/n: based on this thought of mine :) i didn’t proofread it, i’ll probably do later.. ALSO THIS TURNED OUT RLY LONG so i made a cut to make it more dash-friendly

rbs are highly appreciated!!

-when you applied for being the volleyball team’s manager you thought it will be easy

-you thought you’ll have to make notes, fill up some bottles and done!

-but there was a reason behind why seijoh didn’t have a manager for the last 3 years oikawa i’m looking at you

-you understood this the first time you introduced yourself

-as soon as you finished talking oikawa began flirting with you which caused iwaizumi to punch him, makki and mattsun stared at you with their signature smirks, kyoutani was literally growling at you and you weren’t even sure that kunimi noticed your appearance

-the only normal person was watari, who shoot you an apologetic look and offered to tell their practice schedule

-you were shocked. they have practice everyday but monday??? then when do they study? oh baby bold of to you assume they even do

-after a few weeks you became close with everyone in the club (even kyoutani greeted you when you two met in the hallways!)

-you worked really hard and they appreciated it so much!!

-maybe a little too much because soon they all found themselves whipped for you

-makki and mattsun were the biggest simps among them

-they act all cool around you but as soon as you bid them goodbyes makki starts to punch mattsuns arm he’s feral and you can’t change my mind

-they often talk about you in breaks but of course nothing creepy!! just for example mattsukawa mentions how he likes your hair when it’s styled in a specific way

-as i said, around you they wouldn’t really do it because they don’t wanna make you uncomfortable

-instead they let you join there duo and now you’re not only two, but three pretty bestfriends

-they tease you 24/7, there’s no stopping for them

-but no matter how good friends you are, if you’d ever called either of them ‘bro’ they’d go full emo dramatic bitches

-oikawa is the exact opposite of them

-he’s not even trying to be subtle, he straight up flirts with you

-they’re usually compliments though like “y/n-chan~ you look really good in blue, y’know?”

-listen. you know how tamaki treats haruhi in ohshc? yes. oikawa is like that.

-he loves the fact that he’s your senpai!! it makes him want to protect you from everyone (especially from boys)

-he always voices it too! “y/n-chan i’m your senpai! you should trust me okay? i just try to protect the princess of our volleyball team!”

-oh god iwaizumi cringes so much when he hears this,,

-speaking of iwa!!

-he much more subtle about his admiration for you than the others, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t protective!! actually he’s probably the most protective of you

-he’s the one you pries off oikawa’s hands from your waist, the one who kicks mattsun’s and makki’s asses if they say something suggestive to you and the one who appears behind you whenever someone’s bothering you

-he often walks you home too because their practices can run pretty late

-now onto the first years!!

-kindaichi is really shy at first and he blushes everytime you smile at him

-but he’s tall af so if iwa is somehow not near you when someone is being rude, he just walks there and boom! problem solved, everything is fine

-kunimi didn’t pay much attention to you first but after a while, he grew comfortable around you

-he likes to chat with you at night and he always sends you goodnight texts

-please encourage him before games because sometimes he isn’t motivated enough to give his 100% but if you say a few words to him, you can bet he’s gonna do his best!!

-okay now let’s get more into the details of being their manager as a team!

-have seen them? they barely even need a coach because of their amazing teamwork and responsible captain

-your work is rather giving them emotional and mental support than physical one

-and someone always helps you even in the basic duties you need to do (for example filling up their bottles or setting up the net)

-mattsun actually likes to help because he gets to spend some time with you without makki

-it’s not that he wants you to himself though!! he just has to act rly swagly around him but when you two are alone he can get a little less teasing and softer??

-however these precious boys need a lot of emotional support

-every team member can get insecure pretty easily so make sure to reassure them!!

-if they win a game, they pay for your meal but if they loose, you pay for their food say goodbye to all your money, these mfs eat so much

-in conclusion they all appreciate the efforts you make to be a good manager for them and they return it by loving you <3

[kkusuka]

HQ poly Headcannons  pt. 2

Poly Headcannons <3  part 1 

pairs: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

nsfw and sfw

Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sfw

This was an interesting match up

Considering the fact that Tooru can barely stand sharing you sometimes, they seem to make it work!

You were most likely Ushiwaka’s girlfriend, and Tooru just couldn't stand for that

Well at first he didn't really know that fact

He met you in the stans after an Alders game that he 100% wasn't there to spy on Toshi or to see how much better he got, no way

But luckily, you the beautiful angel of light, sat next to him to cheer for Waka’s team!

So after the game when Tooru was flirting with you and you completely ignored him to go to your boyfriend, Oikawa was more than let down

And you ignored him for the brick wall???? He just didn't understand.

Now he wanted you more than he did when he saw you, even more so that you belonged to the bastard Ushiwaka.

After almost 8 months of befriending you, he finally weaseled into your relationship! And Ushiwaka was so whipped for you he let it happen!

But at that point, he was so whipped for you that he didn't even care that they shared you!

Your guy’s dynamic is a bit twisted and hard to get a good understanding of.

Where Tooru makes it painfully aware to everyone that the two of you are dating, Wakatoshi is like a silent predator

He’s silent but deadly, and you’ve known him for far longer. That means he knows what you really like.

It's simple, he let’s tooru take you on extravagant dates and all that meaningless stuff.

But Ushiwaka is always there waiting at home to cuddle and watch a ton of movies with, he even lets you climb on him and cuddle him like a big teddy bear

Nsfw

This is one of the pairs that I think you're fucked in

It’s a silent competition of who can wreck you worse

Unlike some other Oikawa pairs, I truly believe that Oikawa would top

But Wakatoshi is also a top, a big man who has big needs

This ends up with you most likely with a two cocks one hole situation

If not that, it's the classic split roasts or Eiffel tower!

Oh to have Ushiwaka reaming you with Tooru in your mouth, yeah it's not as peaceful and soft as it sounds

But it’s still worth it

It starts softly! Then they go harder to try and beat the other! Then they really just treat you like a fleshlight.

Thankfully Tooru knows good aftercare techniques

But you still can’t walk for a while

“You can cum for me, show Toshi why you like better, go ahead”  

“You stretch so good for me, even after Tooru’s turn, you're always so tight”

“Look at her little clit, did Ushiwaka not pay enough attention to it? That’s ok! Tooru’s gonna make it all better for you!”

Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei

sfw 

Let's be real here, you met them at a spencers or a sex shop in a mall.

But it was a cute meetup!

After that, you guys just seemed to keep bumping into each other and became close friends

The initial relationship was started by Makki, he was the more open of the two so it made sense

And it’s been smooth sailing from then on

The amount of inside jokes you guys have is almost ridiculous, everywhere you go in the city you have a joke

You guys spend almost every waking moment with one another

One of their favorite things is to take you shopping, so you can do a little fashion show for them with anything you want to try on!

As in them make you try on revealing outfits for them

Dates normally would include random dinners at restaurants them a movie night/ sleepover

Like you guys would just stay up an fool around for hours on hours

They literally have no problems sharing and are always making sure you're perfectly ok with everything they do.

Nsfw

As expected you guys are very adventurous

Daddy Matsun got you and Makki covered

Well that's when Makki isn't trying to ream you into the couch

They both like toys, like a lot, a lot

Punishment is where the toys really shine, but you can't really call the toy punishment, punishment because you feel really good during it.

And it the most repeated thing you guys do

Mattsun’s the punishment dealer, so he’ll give you the biggest dildo that you guys have, no lube, he’ll tie your arms up and make you try to get down on it

BUT if he’s feeling a bit more punishing, he’ll set up a vibrator and set it to your little clit and turn it ALLLL the way up

But if that isn't enough, he will either let Makki in your ass, or the fuck machine will come out

They really love watching you try to get off, it does two things

1-  it gives them new ideas

2- it shows how much you need them, and their cocks in your little aching holes

This lead to them having you wear plugs in public, which moved to wearing a vibrator

Sometimes, they make you wear a mask, but under the mask

(come here)

(closer)

(closer)

They make you wear a ball gag under your mask

Good babies do what their daddies tell them too <3

“Look ‘Kawa, her hole is so tight she can barely fit both of us, just relax baby. They’ll get in, we’ll make sure of it”

“Makki, spread her legs wider, don't let her his from this”

“Don't make me gag you brat, you’re lucky Makki is in good mood, huh?”

Suna Rintaro & Osamu Miya

The way you got together was like love at first sight  

For both of them too

You met Osamu first, you were seated next to him at an Italian cooking class

You guys had joked around and he was so impressed by your cooking that he got your number!

(he won't tell you but he had already sent pictures of you to Suna, and he was doing it allllllllll night)

He immediately invited you to Onigiri Miya, where you met Mr. Rintarou

Who was already practically in-love with you just from pictures.

You were clearly drawn to them, they were so cool!

They made a big scene of asking you out too

They both took you to one of the best restaurants in the city and had a private balcony dinner

After dessert they took both of your hands and asked you, in sync nonetheless, you do wonder how long it took for them to figure out how to do that

Clearly, you said yes, and that was the first of the many great memories you have with the two!

Since they both have pretty busy schedules they can't always come to you, so you go to them!

Even if they assured you that you didn't have to work, that never stops you from taking up shifts and Onigiri Miya on Monday and Fridays, (sometimes on Wednesdays if Osmau relents)

Even when you do work, you make time to make and bring Suna lunch every time he has all day practice

(you make them both lunch every day, but they can get it themselves, they are grown men, and you serve no one)

Traditional dates are less common, you guys mostly just like to hang out with each other

Like 3 am cooking challenges and asking to get ice cream from the shop down the road

You guys also, when you can, just spend hours cuddling in your bed or on the couch just in each other's arms

(can you tell i’m uwu-ing)

Nsfw

For having a busy schedule you guys sure do have time to fuck

A common theme is having Samu fuck you when Suna watches

God, watching you fall apart around his best friends dick will never get old, so so pretty when you're all fucked out and begging for him too

Sometimes hell have you suck him off, but he isn't unstable he can wait his turn~

Osamu works just as hard as he does, he has to let oust some stress and, you're just so good at making them feel better

Remember the cuddling?

Yes, that's a guise to cockwarm you, let them relax you always feel so good and today was s stressful

I can tell you saw this coming but, Suna likes to put whipped cream all over you, it gives him an excuse to eat you out for hours and Osamu and excuse to have you naked and able to eat as much whipped cream as he wants

Do they like double penn.?

Yes, very much so ma’am.

Just know that you are stuffed at any available moment they can manage

*cough*  whipped  *cough*

“look she’s grinding into like a circus whore huh ‘Samu? go harder” 

“look into the camera baby, tell them all the things you’d love for them to do to you” 

Iwaizumi & Kyoutani

This was an interesting one for sure

A senpais pretty girlfriend thing too

Iwaizumi knew Mad Dog had a crush on you before he did, and he did everything in his power to deny the accusation

The entire team could see how the second year was calm and behaved when you were around, so taking the high road

Iwaizumi came a with a plan: bring you and Kyotani as close as possible

All with consent firm you and knowing he was ok with anything that would happen

Suddenly inviting him to hang out with the two of you

Then it was letting him have you in his lap while you watch movies

And that progressed into letting him cuddle you after bad days, never  without Iwa of course

Everyone on the team could tell the effects that it was having on him, he was calmer and easier to get along with.

He even started listening to Oikawa when he spoke, it was like a miracle.

And k\Kyotani finally got enough courage to tell you!

(you had pretty much known, but wanted him to say it himself)

Thus began what I would call that “Kyotani learns how to love” saga

Dates were first, they both took you to a small field of flowers to have a picnic and when it got dark out you guys set up a sheet and watched a movie!

For the both of them being temperamental, they got along really well

(mostly because Kyotani hangs off nay words you or Iwaizumi say)

You also make the both of them lunch and some afternoon snacks for practice!

(and if anyone who sees you guys, they’ll never mention how odd the two angry boys look next to their sweet little princess)

Nsfw

Sir Iwaizumi holds the torch

He’s the main dominant force, though Kyotani tries oh he does

Yeah, hate to say it but you bottom for them, every time.

A big thing is when he lets Kyo get you alone (while he watches)

Yeah maybe he lets kyo take over every once in a while, he’ll let him have you

Iwaizumi love having you under him, putting you in the mating press while Kyo watches from a chair a vibrator tied to him, just watching until Iwa finishes and leys Kyo try and breed you

You guys have also dedicated hours to getting you stretch enough to take both of them in one hole, but if not that then one hole for each of them will do

As you could imagine, they both love marking you up

You always come out of sex looking beat up

Most of the bruises are on your neck and inner thighs, but the bites on your nipples and the curve of your ass beg to differ

Now the real question is when Kyo is being bad!

Feathery kisses all over him, that's not where he wants your mouth, lower go lower

Don’t leave him!

He always learns his lessons after hours of waiting Iwa breed you

You being bad?

No cumming for a week, they can play with you but unless you want the time to get longer you don’t even think about orgasming.

“Calm down Kentaro, it’s too early to break her, we just got started.”

“Yeah i let Hajime have you but you still belong to me too, don’t forget that”

Kita Shinsuke  & Aran Ojiro

This was the perfect girl next door story!

Middle school aran was so thankful to have you calm him down after yet another Miya twins episode

So as the two of you grew up it was natural that you became friends with his friends!

Namely his bestfriends- Kita!

Who was practically at your feet the second you met

From first to third year, they both grew to REALLY like you

They were both ready to spend the rest of their lives with you and were prepared to share if you wanted that.

The day you guys all got together was when they lost to Karasuno at nationals

You guys went back you the hotel room and just sat, cooing how well they did and how great they were no matter the outcome

It wasn't out of the normal for them to be all over you, both of them got a hand, but Aran was nestled into your lap and Kita was snuggled into your chest

Nothing was planned either, at that moment they knew that it was their chance!

The look on their faces when you said that you felt the same!

From then on you were treated even more like a queen

Every Monday before school one of them gets you a bouquet of flowers for the week and the other comes up with a date idea!

You're involved in the dates cycle and that now have a pile of stuffed animals that you got them from things like festivals or the mall

Since your relationship started with a cuddle, it's a favorite between you guys

A movie and some take out. Making fun of the Miya twins, and when Kita won’t admit it, you guys watch a rom-com, where you and Aran laugh at Kita's confused face when he doesn't understand the joke

Even with all of that, the real favorite between you guys is staying after practice and just having fun while cleaning up.

They just wuvvv uuuuuuuuu <3

Nsfw

Even if Kita is the commanding voice, Aran id the driving force

Kita likes when you two put on a show for him

Not that it's hard, even if Aran wasn't half as good as he was, your faces could satisfy him until his dying days.

Speaking of shows, Kita is a dictator, which means punishments

One of his favorites is having you finger fuck yourself in front of him and Aran until you can't move

Another is tying you up at having you watch the both of them jerk off to seeing you try and get off by grinding on the sheets (which does not work)

Aran, whether he admits it or not, he took a page out of Suna’s book

His entire hidden photo album is of you either being fucked by him or sucking Kita off

He also has an entire recorded version do you guys fucking that he and Kita watch when you aren't home

When Kita does have you to himself he takes on the Dom/Sub kinda thing

Aka borderline pet play

You sit and listen to him and what he says like a good pet, and you get a reward!

He dresses you up in little white dresses and he has you kneel in front of him and cockwarm him while he works

When Aran has you alone he takes the chance toooooo

….

…

…

..

Breed you!

Like a good little girl!

You take his cum so so well, don't you!

Yes yes, you do!

“Don’t let her walk all over you Aran, breed her like a good cow” (i had to, I really did)

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock, you're a good breeding whore, right? Yes, you are!” 

Oikawa Tooru & Tobio Kageyama

This was a classic “in love with my senpais pretty girlfriend” kinda thing

Kags didn't mean to

He had known you from middle school and had a huge crush on you, but he knew that was as far as it would go

But when you came up to him after the game with seijoh and told him that he would have better luck next time

It was the hug that got him and in true Kageyama fashion he just couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth

“Thank you, you're still really pretty, and I've always loved you!”

Silence………………………………….

He couldn't even apologize because Oikawa was already on you yelling at him about never letting you near Kageyama again.

Yeah you had calmed both of them down, telling Tooru that he was overreacting and Kageyama was harmless to your relationship

After a few days of silence, you had invited Kageyama to have a “talk” with you and Oikawa

It was really just talking about feelings and ultimately Oikawa admitting that he was willing to give it a try, but you were his first and foremost and that won’t change

But you were quick to realize that they were actually really good together

The rivalry between the two always kept you on your toes and fueled both of their superiority complexes

Dates were always happening all the time, anther constant competition for you to like one of them better than the other

It's mostly movies and take out but its a date nonetheless

One thing they love to do is try to teach you how to play, all the time they try to get you to hit their sets

Even if you're awful at it, they appreciate you trying to learn more about their greatest passion.

You also try to go to as many of their practices as you can manage, they really love having you there to cheer them on!

Nsfw

Ok so at first Kageyama had absolutely no idea what to do, so some exploring was mandatory

Finding out he was a switch was a happy surprise!

That leads to things going two ways!

You could have Tooru taking his throne in the bedroom and he commands his two peasants to do exactly what he wants them too

This can include just regular soft sex with your little tobio gazing and longing for him, while tooru watches

Or

Tooru will have the two of you grinding, Tobio with a cock ring and you a strict order to no cum until told.

Or maybe he’ll have the two of you ride dildos, tied up and making a pretty show for him

Or you could have Tobio dictating both of you

This is mostly having you ride him while Toru watches, but he can't touch

It also might be Tooru eating you out and kags in your mouth, fucking your face. <3

Whenever either of the boys wins something you take all the time in the world and worship him as he deserves!

“Aw! Tobio I know you can go faster than that! Oh ho ho, ~ y/n I know you aren't about to cum! I didn't give you the go-ahead! Hold on, baby!”

“Tooru you look so weak. You haven't even touched her and you're ready to cum.”

“You look so pretty under me, Tobio~ let me and Tooru take care of you!”  

[tendousthoughts]

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 3

Character(s) included: Oikawa & Kyoutani

Requested by: @chibiiichann

Warning(s): Cursing, Mention of bullying [Oikawa], Mention of flinching [Kyoutani], Hints towards readers tough past [Kyoutani]

Song of the day: Trees II by McCfferty

A/N: First off thanks for 200- I know I said it a lot but I’m just so glad! Next, many of you haven’t seen but I have updated a few things. One of the biggest being my name I go by. At the moment I’m trying out Xic. I also noted my pronouns and stuff. Which you can all find on my announcements post. Now back to some more ‘important’ things [though this is important, this is not why you came here!]. Sorry about the long wait for part three! Please read through the warnings again to make sure everything is okay. Thank you for everything. Bye!

Where to find all the parts!

Where to find all my content!

Tag(s): @chibiiichann & @corporeal-terrestrial

Oikawa

He was at it again. Working late nights and shit. You were happy for him. You were. Of course you were. He was back doing what he loved. He was back playing volleyball. With that happiness also came fear and worry. You knew how he was. Everyone who ever met him, knew how he was. He over worked himself. He always did and scared you. No matter how hard he tried not to. He pushed himself past his limits. Even after the doctor already told him, if he didn’t ease up on the practice, his knee would get even worse. But he was Oikawa Tōru. Determined and intelligent.

It was ten thirty and he already missed your date. Which you expected to happen, but it still kind of hurt. You tried calling for the fifth time that night, but you were met with the same thing. After a few rings it went to voicemail.

“Hey! You’ve reached the voicemail of Oikawa Tōru, thank you for calling! At the moment I’m busy but I promise after I’m done I’ll call you back. If you want, leave me a message and I’ll get back to you. Byeee!”

You waited all night for him to come home around twelve thirty. He looked tired. Extremely tired and to be honest that pissed you off more. Not only did he not respond but he over worked himself again, and when he woke up the next night sore, you were the one who would have to take care of him.

Instead of bringing it up you waited for the morning. Not wanting to have this conversation while he was tired. It would feel like you were talking to yourself, and he wouldn’t understand. So you went to bed with him and by the morning he was already up before you.

You went to the kitchen to find him shuffling through your medication bin. “Are you sore?” You ask, looking at him.

“I’ll be fine, I just need breakfast and some medicine,” he muttered. He couldn’t have cared less. At least that’s what it looked like. He didn’t even spare you a glance.

“Maybe you should listen. You know, lay off volleyball practice for a day or something. Try to lesson the hours and stuff..” You looked back at him for his reaction.

“Can’t. If I ease up I’ll never be able to catch up.” He finally looked to you now, finding the medicine.

“I mean I think you will be fine. It is taking over your whole life and stuff so I just don’t want it to be a bigger issue. Like you know.. with your knees and stuff.” Your eyes are pinned on him.

“I told you not to worry about my knee, and it’s not taking up my life okay? It has and will always be my life. It’s the only thing I’m good at. So no, I'm not going to take a break.” He snapped at you. Which caught you off guard.

“It is… It is taking up your life,” you replied which made his face change.

“You don’t understand how it is like me. You don’t! I understand you don’t have anything you're good at and shit. But you have to understand that I actually have goals in life okay? You have to understand that my fucking life won’t revolve around you and how you feel when I do something. It won’t and never will. You and I are together because I feel like having you around. Because you know what, volleyball is the only thing that distracts me from leaving. Volleyball is the only thing I can do to escape you!” He screamed.

It takes a few seconds for the weight of his words to sink into your skin. But here’s the thing. You knew what you were up against when you started dating him. He just lit a fuse in you. A spark that made an explosion of feelings hit you. When it did you couldn’t control your words. “After all that practice I wondered why you never made it to nationals. I mean seriously. You need a distraction from me, right? Your always doing it, and get you can’t even fucking get to nationals. Not only that but I can see why your last girlfriend left you. You're a dick. You can’t remember a fucking date. A fucking date we have been planning for weeks. Oh wait, let me correct that, a date I’ve been planning for weeks. Not only that but I took my fucking time to work around your schedule. For you not to even send a message.” You spat out. You looked down at him, “I wonder sometimes if everyone was right. You and me. Never belonged. I’m just a distraction from such a ‘handsome’ and ‘kind’ person.”

He looked hurt at first, but then again he started it and intended to finish it. “I can see why your whole family doesn’t talk to you. You always think you're the best or something. Maybe I remembered the date. Have you ever thought of that? Maybe I didn’t wanna hangout with you. Maybe I didn’t want to hear you nagging me every fucking second. You know what? I can see why people fucking hate you. Bully you and shit. Your such a fucking selfish freak.”

“What..?” You looked at him. You told him you were bullied, because you thought of him as your safe space. You thought of him as the only person who understood you. You felt safe when he was around you. You felt understood. To use that against you. To say you deserved it. To say you deserved to get hurt. To get shamed. To get everything that happened to you… it was your fault?

“What are you too dumb to understand?” He laughed at you. Hatred and venom spilling from his lips. “Awe.. look at the baby. You should be grateful I didn't break up with you. You should be thankful because I’m the only reason you're even someone.”

Tears filled your eyes. “God fucking damn it.” You muttered softly. You weren’t going to allow him to take you down. You were stronger then he would ever understand. “You really think anyone wants to hang out with you..? Do you fucking think anyone find you a good person..? Your just a fucking pretty face, okay? Your nothing compared to anyone else on your team. You might not realize it but to be honest sometimes I do want to be set free. Set free from this shitty relationship okay? That’s the truth. Sometimes I get sick of having to take care of you. When your fucking sore before you over works your self again. I am the only one trying to keep you okay. I’m the only one who actually thinks about the long run. No matter how hard you practice in the end you won’t even be able to walk. Let alone play volleyball and shit. You know what sometimes I get sick of being the only fucking one trying to keep us together.”

“Then maybe you should give up okay. Maybe we should finally go our separate ways. I mean after all, you're too easy.” He was hurt. He just blurted out whatever he thought would hurt you the most. Which fucking worked. Before you had said anything more he had left the room, leaving you stunned.

It took a moment but before you knew it you were out of the house, crying and walking the farthest away from your shared house as you could. “Fuck..” you whisper. Did he really not want to be with you..? You should have known. This relationship wasn’t a relationship. You barely talked. You felt alone. So fucking alone.

It took an hour for him to fully cool down. When he walked out of the room he was expecting you to be waiting for him. He was expecting everything to be okay. When he was met with the emptiness. The emptiness of you being actually gone. He was met with the realization that his words were taken just how he thought he wanted them to be.

You on the other hand we’re at the park blasting music in your ears. Forcing the thoughts to be pushed deep down. Forcing you to forget everything. Everything that hurts you. Maybe it would be best if you guys did go your separate ways..? You knew this wasn’t good for your mental health. But fuck that. This was the only thing that made you feel grounded. Made you feel okay. When he wasn’t with you or practicing he was out with friends, drinking and partying. You couldn’t continue to live like this. So maybe it would be best to let go. To give up on everything and everything you loved… your everything was him. You always argued and at this point you felt sick. Thinking about it just broke you. You had no more tears to cry, with your tear stained cheeks you decided to go back. To your home. It was over. Everything you had built up was coming crashing down.

On his side he was freaking out. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew there was no excuse for what he did to you, but what could he say? You were gone already. It took a bit for him to get to the nerve to call you. To his surprise he heard the sound of your ringing phone. So you left it. Maybe you were going to come back. Maybe you will and then everything will be okay again. Maybe everything would be perfect. It was a small chance but that's all he could hold on to.

When you walked in it was quiet, but there were soft whimpers and cries coming from your shared room. Gently you knocked on the door and waited for a response. You were surprised when you immediately heard a stumble and then were met with a hug. Your shoulder almost immediately feels wet to the touch. “Ba.. Oikawa..?” You muttered.

“Please don’t call me that.. please..” He muttered softly. His face buried deep into your clothes.

You kinda ignored his response. “I came back to get my stuff. I took into consideration what you said and I realized that you don’t deserve to be distracted by me all the time..” You whispered softly. “So like you said earlier.. I think it is best if we stop seeing each other.. entirely because I don’t know if I could let you go otherwise..”

His arms tightened around you, “C..can we please talk about it first.. please..” his nightmare was coming true, and maybe it was dumb but he didn’t realize how much he needed you.

“There’s nothing to talk about.. I don’t understand why you want to make it harder on me. I gave you what you wanted okay..? You can practice your heart out and hangout with your friends and stuff okay? You can finally find someone who will fit all your needs. You and I both know that I will never be what you want. So maybe it would be best if we just let go..”

“No… please no.. that’s not what I want.. I want to make it up to you and be there for you and I want to make you happy and I want everything to be perfect. I know I messed up okay? I don’t deserve you and I don’t know what came over me today because you're everything I’ve ever wanted. I know I don’t deserve it and there’s no excuse for what I said or did… I know I should let you find someone better but I love you. I love you so fucking much. I know I’ve been lacking and I want to make up for it. I want to be someone you want to be around again.. I love you so fucking much okay? I should have been there. I shouldn’t have said the things I did. I know I don’t deserve a second chance but please.. just one more.. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He didn’t want to let go of everything.

“I’m sorry too.. you didn’t deserve it. I’m sorry for everything and that’s why I want to let you go. To find someone who will not hurt you like I hurt you.. You and I both know that I can't resist it. I don’t know why you do this to me.. pull me back.. you have one more chance… Please don’t make me regret it. I really love you but this.. this isn’t going to work if we do what we are doing now okay? We will just tear each other more and more apart..” you whispered gently, kissing his head. Your arms finally meet his back as you hold him. “I’m sorry.. but I’ve got you now baby. I love you so fucking much..”

Kyoutani

Kyoutani was the type of person most people would never understand. Not because they were “difficult” or anything.. they just never took the time too. Well other than you. You were different. You understood his outburst and such. But at the same time you were human. There was only so much you could take. There was only so much you would take.

When he came into the locker room you were already waiting for him. He had been thrown out of the game for fighting with a few people. You knew he was frustrated. You could hear the crowd from a mile away shouting to kick him off. It was harsh. Even for ‘mad dog’ which he hated to be called. He hated to be tied to an animal.. and always being an angry reck. Anybody would. But of course nobody understood other than you. When he sat on the bench you immediately rushed over.

“Baby.. I’m sorry.. You didn’t deserve that.. just ignore them, please. I know it’s hard but their not important okay..?” You we’re just trying to comfort him. But there were times when Kyoutani couldn’t control himself. Like any other person when they get looked down at every fucking moment of their lives. When they are ridiculed and laughed at all the time. When they are nothing more than an angry person.. Sometimes there is nothing more to do than be the person everyone so desperately makes you out to be.

“Not important? Not important! I just got fucking kicked from the game because of them chanting to kick me. They didn’t even fucking have the decency to call me by my name. So don’t tell me it’s okay and that their opinion on me doesn’t matter. Because quite frankly their opinion is the only one that matters it seems.” He lashed out.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just that.. it wasn’t entirely their fault. You were arguing with the other team members.” You muttered. It wasn’t meant to do any harm, just for him to keep in mind.

“Are you serious right now.? Nobody else got kicked. Nobody. If they can’t handle a little trash talking, maybe they shouldn’t play a sport. I mean seriously there’s no need for them to tell the referees to kick me.” He started raising his voice when he spoke.

“I know it’s just that.. maybe you should try and not trash talk you know?” You whispered softly, retreating a bit.

“What?” He looked annoyed. “God ducking damn it. How can you be so cute but so fucking annoying. I mean seriously how can someone with such a face be so fucking dumb and so annoying?” His hands were balled into fist

“I..I don’t understand, can you tell me why you act so sweet..? Then so cold the next moment..? You don’t mean it right..? Please say you don’t mean it.” You were worried you loved him but god it was hard. It was hard to respond when your friends asked about your relationship. It was hard when they flaunted their perfect relationship and then asked about yours. Its was so fucking hard.

“Do you think I would say it otherwise..?” He looked at you. He laughed at you as he saw your pitiful expression. God it was almost sickening how much he saw that expression. That expression that nobody else had ever shown him. The one of worry  but at the same time already knowing it was coming. He loved it. He loved everything about you. But most of the time you pissed him off. This relationship wasn’t healthy. But for god sake you already started counseling. But fuck this was a bad idea.

Silence. Nothing could come out. You wanted to scream. You wanted to forget this. You wanted it to stop. Everything to stop.

“Answer me.” He punched the wall next to you. Fear spreading all over your face. Fuck. Fuck. Not here. Please no. He gripped your warm face making it so cold in seconds. Forcing you to look at him he laughed at your crying face. But when you didn’t stop for a minute he immediately backed away. He fucked up. He knew he fucked up. “Wait I’m sorry baby..” he muttered.

“Please stop. Please. I won’t do it again.” Flashbacks we’re pulling you way too far out. You were drowning. No one was around to save you. He was laughing as you begged to be saved, pushing you deeper into your own pool of your own thoughts. You were so cold. The next second you were able to move back to the surface.

Realization hit as he stepped back. “I..I am sorry..” he muttered softly as he left the room without another word leaving his mouth. Words were banging on his lips but he knew if he spilled them out everything out it would just hurt you ten times more.

You got up five minutes later, finally pulled back to reality and decided to get up. Grabbing your stuff you walked back into the stadium. Waving a small wave to the rest of his team before exiting. Confusion was read all over as they saw your tear stained face. To be honest, all that was running through your mind was that you didn’t want Kyoutani to break up with you. You didn’t want to be alone, again. You didn’t want to be just another one of his ex’s. So for the better of both of you it would be best to leave him be. To let him cool off.. for him to feel better.

He was freaking out. He fucked up. You. You were his everything, not only that but you were more than just that. You were like a fucking rainbow at the end of a rainy day. You were his partner in crime. You made him feel normal, you made him feel safe, and loved. He couldn’t believe he just put that all in danger. He just put everything on the line because of some stupid game. He hit the wall hard, “fuck me. I’m sorry y/n..” he muttered as he sank to the floor and balled up. Tears burning through his eyes. He did the one thing he promised you that he would protect you from. You became the one thing he was always scared of becoming. He loved you so much, he love you so fucking much.

You left and got into your car. Sinking into your seat you locked the doors, and hit the steering wheel. Taking a deep breath salty tears rolled down your already stained face. Placing the key in and turning it the car started. Next thing you knew you had left wherever you could go. You loved him. So fucking much. But it was hard to be okay when he acted so fucking rough with you. It was hard to stay calm and not imagine your past relationship in this one. You tried. You really did but god it was hard to feel okay, feel okay about everything happening around you. It was too much. So fucking much. It made your head hurt.

When the game ended Kyoutani was still freaking out, now moved back into the lockers. He didn’t know what he was expecting but he knew he hoped you would still be there. God damn it. He fucked up. You had left. You were gone. Tears brimming his eyes as he teammates walked in. Now mentioning it to his teammates their faces seemed to change. More salty fucking tears left his eyes, as he heard about what type of pain you looked like you were in.

You headed back to your shared place. Unsure where else to go. You weren’t close with your family anymore. You had no friends. You had no work buddies. You had nobody but Kyoutani and in turn, now you were left alone with the thought of everything being gone. Ripped right out of your hands as you're forced to watch your whole world come crumbling down on you. You placed your stuff down on the side and laid on the bed. It smelled just like safety. Just like Kyoutani. You just wanted to be held. You just wanted everything to be perfect, again. To be okay at least. You needed him more than anything.

After a night out he finally made it back to your shared place. He didn’t want to be back without you, but you weren’t answering and he didn’t know what else to do. When he walked into the apartment he slowly walked into your shared room. There he saw you. Laying in bed cuddled up in the blankets. Slowly and carefully he walked up. Not wanting to cause you any more hurt. He missed you. Even for a few hours he had felt like he hadn’t seen you in years. But maybe that was because he thought that’s what might have happened. Maybe he thought you had left for good. Maybe he thought he would never have the chance to apologize. Never have the chance to hold you again. When he reached the bed he noticed that you were awake. “Hey y/n..” he muttered softly. The silence was killing him. “I’m so sorry. I know I fucked up. I promised to make you feel safe and protected around me. I made a promise to keep you safe and protected. I broke both of those. I fucked up. I know I did. I lashed out again. I did exactly what everyone says I do. I just get so fucking heated for no reason and I know I shouldn’t and I know I should just relax. But I feel like if I do the worlds would burn though my throat and then it would just explode.. and I know it’s stupid and I know I end up hurting you more. I know that there is no good reason to do that. But I just.. I don’t know. You're the only one that makes me feel normal okay..? I know it’s not fair. I know it’s not. You just make me feel like whenever I’m with you that I’m floating. I just want everything to be okay again. I want everything to be back to normal. I know I should give you space but I missed you so much. I don’t want you to leave, please don’t leave..” he was crying again. He barely had any tears left to cry. He wanted to hold you but he knew it was a stupid idea. “I’m sorry for being so selfish.. but please..”

You never really heard him or saw him crack. But fuck. It hurts you so much. To see him beg for you to stay with him. What were you supposed to do..? Leave him now? That was never even the plan. You didn’t have a plan to be honest. You sat up biting your lip before you gently held him. “Hey baby it will be okay.. calm down I’ve got you.. I’m not going anywhere now. I promise you I’m not going anywhere.” You muttered softly. He melted into your touch. He knew he didn’t deserve it but he felt like he couldn’t breathe. “Shush… I’ve got you.. take a deep breath..” you mumbled softly kissing his head as he took deep breaths. Soon enough he was relaxed in your arms again. “You know and I know that I love you so much. But there’s a line between where I can take it and I can’t. I understand you get frustrated but I don’t deserve to be treated like that. I don’t deserve to be scared of being hit.. and I know we both know that. I try to be understanding but you need to try to be too okay..? I love you so much.. more than you might believe but Kyoutani I can’t handle being in a relationship with you if you're constantly annoyed or angry with me. I think we deserve to be happy.. and if that means needing to take a break then we would have to okay? You need to work on communicating. I know it can be hard.. but please..” you whispered. Tears flowing down your soft skin again. It was getting a lot. So it would be best if you told him… you needed him to understand.

He gently shook his head. He understood. He knew he was in the wrong. He knew he was lucky for you to be holding him.. for him to even still be in a relationship with you let alone it be still a romantic one. He loved you and he knew you didn’t deserve anything that he put you through. In the end all that mattered was you in his eyes. He was going to change.. he was. “I promise.. thank you y/n..” he whispered softly. Gently he wrapped his arms around you. “I love you so much..” he muttered. Everything would be okay.. he knew it was going to be now. All that mattered was that you were safe. That you were happy.. that you were in his arms again.

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SEIJOH MANANGER HEADCANONS

seijoh, aoba johsai x reader | slight oikawa, iwaizumi and kunimi x reader.

a/n: ugh! i just love my seijoh boys so much! and so, i decided to make one more headcanons for them, tysm! hopefully i’ll do inarizaki next or maybe karasuno.

a bit long but i just love them,and i will do a part two mainly focusing on while they do volleyball this is more of random things

other seijoh!manager works: one | two

the volume in this bus is ASTRONOMICAL

you actually never thought of joining a club, specially a sports one.

but you needed it, so while looking at the board of the school’s options you were unsure.

“i just really need something not that complicated, and that helps me helping others” you muttered to yourself

little did you know the coach of the volleyball team was there, this nice man turned to you and offered you a place in the team.

“but please if you are one of oikawa’s fangirls dont-” “who now?” you genuinely asked. seeing that you didn’t had a clue of who he was talking about he immediately handed the application for to you.

it was first day and you were already late, but you managed to enter the gym half way practice.

you guys remember that tanaka and kiyoko scene in s4? well it was the same

“sorry for being late coach!” your voice sounded all over the place since someone was serving and it was pretty quiet.

ALL OF THEM WERE SHOCKED LIKE 🧍🏻‍♀️

the serve even hit yahaba’s face because everyone got distracted by your beauty

“i- did i do something?” “existing omg”

the coach lined up everyone and they greeted you welcoming you to the team.

you were flustered because it was like you never had a lot of guys around you and now you had to take care of all of them and also

aoba johsai’s team had one of the most attractive boys around likeeee

now, a year later, the energy is purely chaotic.

and i mean like

kindaichi and kunimi are lowkey the ones who respect you the most

not only because you, even if it was for only a year, you were their upperclassman but also you had presence

when karasuno came to the practice andy oh catched both of them after talking to kageyama in the bathroom, you pinched their ears and scolded them

“you both do that again and i’m not being compassionate” “SORRY Y/N”

but also lowkey your admirers

kunimi literally only showed strong emotions around you

“i brought you some sweets” he regularly says

“oh you are great! thank you kunimi!”you appreciated this guys little details with you

“so you have a favoritism with our manager huh?”

“y/n permission to hit kindaichi”

“permission conceded”

kindaichi also respected you because you, when he entered seijoh months ago, were one of the ones who made him believe and helped getting over that anger he had with his ex teammates and you even assured that kageyama was the reason he got better, even if he wouldn’t accept it

the second years, your literal followers

like seriously yahaba watori were always around you.

being in the same grade and class as both dod not helped a lot.

they are like puppies with anxiety separation

because you are the reason they feel loved and cared for

they always sit next to you in class, and they make sure you are comfortable with it.

you need help with hw? watori always is there

yahaba lets you paint his nails every time you got bored in class

you were such a powerful trio

they always bring your favorite drink in the mornin

you even developed this sixth sense where if you just look at each other you know exactly who are you making fun of without even speaking

you always make fun of the shit way of yahaba to flirt oml

and you even advice him on what should he do or not when meeting someone new.

istg if it was not bc of you he would have never got his first date with his crush

kyoutani later joined you, but he had trouble on trusting you

but seeing all the team laying on you he actually let himself rely on another person for the first time

he was the one who scared those stupid volleyball boys fan girls (oikawa’s or the other guys ones) away from you

he also thinks that you are not bad physically talking and he actually says it but privately

he also whenever he is mad or just frustrated comes to you and what he likes is that you don’t go in deep of the details but instead you try to distract him with random thing you say.

“guys i told you several times” you laughed “i do have other thing to do! it not like i can attend every night out with you! i have other friends too!”

“so, we are not watching cartoons tonight?”

“i hate you all so much” you surrendered “see you at 8 pm”

you became the second years core four

and also they looked up to you a lot, why? because you are the only people who always deals with the third years shit

god i think your connection with the third years was only a bit more noticeable than the second years

why? you were not afraid to mess up with them

to be real iwaizumi as oikawa caught your eye since moment one, they were naturally attractive and talented but you made a promise to not fall for anyone

omg you were so wrong

if it was iwaizumi, he always made sure you felt comfortable around

you were no vb genius so he took the time to explain you a bunch of things you did not know 🥺

also, he’s the kind of guy to stop everyone spiking because you were crossing through the gym so no ball gets you

he is the one who always search for you in school, asked about your day, and stuff that might seem basic but it was really meaningful

like he is the kind of guy who memorizes all your favorite places, treats, music anything and actually tries to get you to talk about it

oikawa on the other hand was the one who actually made you feel like part of them

he is so sweet!

like

oikawa only starts practice when you are there

like bold of someone to start hitting a ball without you there, he considered you part of the team, so he always waited for you

he walked you home or nearby every time he could he wanted you safe

his eyes always always instantly light up and screams “y/n-chan!” and immediately runs to you

but also he is the one who search you the most around

if it was lunch time he went to your home room and literally lunches with you no matter what or who

he never lets anyone lend you their hoodie, it always has to be his that you are wearing

he self crowned himself as your favorite

he hugs you out of nowhere istg is the best feeling ever

hanamaki also also also considers you priority

he is kinda more of the lowkey one, he is mainly the one who checks up on you

he once spotted a bruise in your arm and he immediately freaked out

“DO I HAVE TO FIGHT SOMEONE” “god no! i just dropped a huge book there!”

hanamaki is the one who waits for you in the entrance of the gym to walk with you to practice

he also is the first one to notice if something is wrong with you along with iwachan

they both unintentionally pay attention to you a lot and if you do something out of the common they just approach you

and they are always right

“what’s wrong y/n?” hanamaki says

“yeah, is everything okay you need anything?” iwaizumi continues.

“what do you mean guys? i’m okay” you obviously try to lie.

“no you are not, you are acting different”

“yea iwachan is right you always change yous t shirt before practice and the way you are ordering the volleyballs is off”

“why do know me so well” you indeed had a terrible day, so you almost tear up bb of that and be of how amazing your boys were to you sometimes”

“come here little one”

you heard a pout

“i see you oikawa, you can get a hug too. matsu come here”

matsukawa is your hype man

he loves messing with you like in the big brother sister way

like if a guy asked you out he’d be like “sis you can do so much better”

you are always being salty whether it’s between you or other ones

besides if you do have a crush on anyone on the team matsu is the only one to know

and he’d constantly blackmail you with that

“if you don’t buy me anything from the vending machine i will tell oikawa you actually swoon for him” “OKAY FINE”

“tell the coach that we do not need laps or iwaizumi is gonna knowwwww about” “i hate you so much”

but returning to the point you always messed with them specially the four third years

and you were so good at it

one day, you ‘innocently’ mentioned to the boys “i’m just telling you! i’ve never seen two pretty best friends, one of them always gotta be ugly”

GOD LORD THE BOMB YOU JUST ACTIVATED

THEY SPENT A WHOLE WEEK TRYING TO FUGURE OUT WHO WAS THE PRETTY BEST FRIEND BETWEEN IWA AND OIKAWA, ALSO MATSU AND HANAMAKI AHHAHAHAAH

your third years never made you feel insecure

like if you think idk listening to btr was weird because someone in the past made you feel like it be sure the next day they WILL PLAY FUCKING BIG TIME RUSH IN PRACTICE ONLY FOR YOU TO VIBE WITH THEM

also they all four have this little thought that they have to be the ones who protect you

in the court you looked out for them, outside of it they were the ones who did that

if you were teased or someone even had the audacity to make fun of you it could go three ways

you stoping kyoutani and yahaba because they were so ready to throw hands

matsukawa, hanamaki and kunimi just taking you out of there and rather say positive thinks about you

or oikawa and iwaizumi behind you giving the saltiest and meanest glares to whoever dared talking you that way and saying “and you still wonder why people don’t like you?, ” then iwaizumi says “you are right oikawa, you piece of crap have your entire life to be a jerk. take a day off your stupidity won’t left anyways”

god you sure loved those guys

BUT

as it can be really useful sometimes there were other times were they become so annoying

specially when it’s about someone liking you.

like romantic styles

i live for the idea that the vb team had obviously fangirls, oikawa mostly. but you also did

like yeah the fangirls of oikawa and the boys envied you

but the guys in aoba johsai high envied the volleyball team even more

god bless the poor guy or girl who DARES to ask you out

like please someone stop them 😭

on valentine’s day you came to practice a bit late just because you needed to figure it out how to organize all the fucking love letters and the chocolates and flowers that you got over the day.

oikawa was already worried as he always waited for you to start, and so were the guys so they decided to warm up a bit more to wait.

you crossed the door with thousands of gifts and all of that barely catching the ones which you dropped. because at this point you did not even try to hide it from the boys, you just wanted them to start practice.

he looked at you and knew exactly what that meant. he received this every once in a while, but god what was that feeling in his chest when some other people like you?

iwaizumi felt that too, that weird feeling not wanting anyone to think about you that wayyyyy

the rest of the boys had divided opinions but still you were their manager.

“so did all this came from...”

“yes matsu...”

“okay but for scientific purposes we need the names”

“HANAMAKI NO”

poor boys, they just are all scared that you’ll leave them because of someone

what a dramatic queens they are all

some of them didn’t like it bc they also had a big crush on you

so what they do is that they gatekeep anyone from you

like oml if they ever catched you and a girl or guy and they knew they liked you they constantly beg for your attention.

and it’s not only because they are being dramatic but also because they remember last year when you went out with some random dude and broke your heart like

they almost killed that guy

so they wanted you to feel happy and safe

to them? honestly you are the light of their life.

they dedicate every game to you, they take care of you, they listen to you, they brag about you, they love you

because honestly you did all that for them first

and ever since then they made sure to return that to you.

[kyovtani]

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 – 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝟐)

— pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou x female Reader

— genre: smut, angst, little bit of fluff to keep the balance; tattoo artist!kyoutani, inexperienced!reader, strangers to lovers!AU, SLOW BURN

— word count: 9.6k

— warnings: swearing, mentions of infidelity and violence, as well as the consumption of drugs and alcohol; smut: corruption kink, degradation and dumbification, dacryphilia, praising, spitting, (soft) dom!kyou, oral (m. receiving), fingering, dry humping, unprotected sex (dont do that kids), impreg kink, iwaoi say hi-

— (A/N: and here’s part two! thank you SO much for all the love you sent my way after i published the first part. ngl i was a little nervous bc i thought it was boring and not interesting at all but you guys easily pushed me out of that hole so thank you for everything. i love and appreciate you with my whole heart. all the love, zade xx)

[ part one ]

— summary: after fucking up, you make it your mission to get him back..(im so bad at this pls just- okay.)

"He's not picking up, Hana", you say, another soft cry falling from your lips before you bury your face in your pillow.

“Once in my fucking life a guy treats me good and the way I've always wanted to be treated and I had to fuck it up. Why the fuck am I like this, Hana? Why can I not enjoy one fucking good thing in my fucking mediocre life", the profanities keep coming just like the tears and the amount of frustration and anger rushing through your veins is nowhere near normal anymore.

"Calm down, love", Hana sighs and makes you sit up so she can look into your tear stained face as she tries her best to make sure her words actually find their way to your pain clouded mind, "at this point you shouldn't worry too much because you do know Kyoutani, don't you? He does lose his temper a lot, so give him the time he needs and then you'll show up at his doorstep, suck his cock and make up with him, yeah?", she explains calmly.

"If this hurts you so much, why the fuck did you even say he's just a friend, Y/N? I really don't understand", Hana mumbles and lets out another sigh, her hands caressing yours softly, managing to calm you down a little bit.

“You're right, I should just– give him some time and things will eventually fall into place", you reply after crying a little more and with an encouraging smile your best friend nods at you before she suggests a movie marathon to which you happily agree.

At least something to distract you from all the demons inside your head.

After changing into your pj's and doing your night time routine, you plop down onto the couch next to your bestie again, her eyes focused on the phone in her hand and knowing she's probably either sexting or inviting her new boyfriend has you shrugging at her lack of attention as you start looking for a good movie to begin the night with.

However, just when you're about to read the description of some kind of french rom-com, Hana puts her phone back into her lap and starts staring at you with her pretty eyes widened in shock.

"What's wrong?", you ask and turn to look at her, reaching for her hands but before you even get the chance to touch her, Hana unlocks her phone and holds it up for you to watch someone's instagram story.

The video begins with loud music, a crowd full of young college students whose faces definitely are familiar.

Everyone in the video is dancing, making out, smoking and just chatting in a random living room and every now and then there's someone yelling in the back – a typical college party.

However, just as the video is about to end, the camera shifts to a tall male leaning against the wall, obviously standing really close to the person who's filming and it takes you a full blown thirty seconds to realize who said male is.

Kyoutani Kentarou.

You stare at the phone for another minute, your throat dry and your head empty as a thick veil of tears slowly starts blurring your sight before you finally decide to pay attention to the username.

"He can't be fucking serious", you hiss, fisting the blanket beneath you, the urge to punch something or someone becoming unbearable, "what the fuck is he doing at a random college party with – Sora?"

"Y/N, don't–", "Whose party is that?", you interrupt your best friend, not giving a single fuck about her attempts to calm you down; not anymore. Hana gulps harshly and strictly avoids your gaze as she mumbles a name and you roll your eyes, asking her to speak up with an annoyed sigh.

"It's one of Yuuji’s frat parties", and as soon as your best friend says the name of your ex-boyfriend, a cold shiver of disgust runs down your spine and you can feel yourself getting lightheaded from all the emotions rushing through your overwhelmed body.

"Don't follow me if you're going to stop me from leaving, Hana", you say and stand up before quickly disappearing inside your room.

You have no idea how you manage to get dressed, your outfit consisting of a pair of jeans and a hoodie you can't even remember buying and you don't even wanna think about what your hair and face look like when you end up leaving the house with your keys and your phone.

After driving this route for over two years on an almost daily basis, it takes you less than ten minutes to arrive in front of the huge house your ex-boyfriend lives in.

The memories start finding their way back into your head way too fast, taking away your breath and numbing your whole body because even if you didn’t love Yuuji anymore, the bitter feeling of betrayal still manages to hit you in just the right way.

It takes you a lot of willpower to actually approach the house and eventually get in. And after being in between the crowds of drunk, stinky college students, you remember why you hate college parties so much.

"I – Wow”, a familiar voice manages to break through the loud music, your instant reaction just an annoyed eye roll, “you were the last person I expected to see at one of our frat parties", Yuuji says and comes to stand in front of you.

His blonde hair messily falling into his handsome face and from the way his whole face seems to be covered in the deepest shade of red – including his eyes – you know that he's probably higher than the stars and you can't help but sigh.

"I'm not here to party, Yuuji", you hiss, feeling the anger crawl up your spine again the longer you look at your ex, "my boyfriend is here and I have to talk to him."

"So you and that tattooed guy are actually a thing? Didn't think so since he, you know – showed up with another girl", Terushima mumbles and pulls out a cigarette from his pocket, a mischievous smile on his lips.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, Yuuji", you spit back and roll your eyes, taking in the way the pretty boy arches his brows up in pure shock at your rather new attitude, "go and get high or whatever you do to feel proud of yourself", are the last words you say to him before you walk away, your heart thrumming inside your throat.

Your eyes roam the huge crowd, desperately searching for the only face you wanna look at right now and you try to remember where they were standing in the video Sora had posted only to realize that you can't remember.

After all you only watched the video once, your whole attention laying on Kyoutani. And after almost fifteen minutes, you find yourself slowly giving up.

Maybe this was just not meant to happen or maybe Kyoutani has left already.

He probably left with Sora- something you can’t and won’t ever blame him for.

After all she's literally one of the prettiest and hottest girls you have ever seen – anyone who rejects her would be out of their mind (or not attracted to girls which isn't the case when it comes to Kyoutani).

You give it another ten minutes of desperately looking around before you let out a deep sigh which gets lost in the loudness and thick air of the party before you finally start making your way back to the front door.

You quickly walk back to your car, trying your best to ignore everyone around you, especially all the drunk guys who are currently about to get into a verbal fight over something totally random and the last thing you want to experience those threats becoming reality.

At some point you're scared they might even include you which is probably why you end up literally sprinting and even though you always park so far away from frat houses just because you've heard way too many stories of people getting their cars stolen during parties, but right now you just wished you would have listened to your gut feeling and parked in front of the fraternity like every normal person.

However, to your life long luck, you spot a tall figure standing a little too close to your vehicle just as you’re about to unlock it. You slow down your movements almost instantly upon seeing the stranger, yet your eyes still try to figure out if it's someone you know despite the darkness surrounding the two of you.

He has probably spotted you by now, after all you're still panting like crazy from speed walking down to where your car is and it takes you a full minute to realize how loud you're actually being.

"Y/N", the male suddenly says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and even though it could have been everyone, it sounds a tad bit too familiar to your ears which is probably why you end up approaching him slowly.

"It's me, Kyoutani", he adds and at the same moment the words leave his lips, you finally recognize his pretty features which seem extra beautiful underneath the bright moonlight.

And then realization hits you.

"How did you know–", "Hana called me and asked if I could make sure you got home even if I didn't want to talk to you. So, here I am. Get in the car so I can tell her I did my part of the job", he interrupts you quickly, obviously not having the intention to interact with you and the way his usually so tender-filled eyes and calming voice are nothing but ice-cold has a thick veil of tears blurring your sight.

Never ever did you think about the moment, where Kyoutani puts the cold mask on he loved to hide behind when he had first looked at you all those weeks ago.

And the longer he avoids your gaze, the heavier the burden on your chest becomes.

"I'm sorry, Tani", you whisper, your voice breaking at the end, easily giving away how much his cold demeanor has gotten to you.

“Of course you're not just a friend to me and I d-don't know why I introduced you like that, everything happened so quickly and I – panicked. It's not an excuse and does not justify my behavior but I just wanted you to know that you've always been more than just a friend to me", you continue, managing to keep talking upon realizing that Kyoutani won't interrupt you and the way he even listens to you with his eyes looking everywhere but yours is absolutely enough for you.

"What am I to you then, Y/N? Am I the guy you're casually fucking? Your booty call? Am I your second choice? Like what the fuck do you expect me to say? I know we never put a label to – this", he starts pointing at you and then himself, "but you knew I was serious about it, about you. So, I just don't understand why you would even think about considering me a friend. I told you that I am not one for that friends with benefits kinda shit and you agreed yet you did this and now I can't help but be convinced you just used me to get that Yuuji fucker.”

Kyoutani is angry and he doesn't even try to hide it as he spits out those words, the ones he’s probably been dying to say out loud for the past few days and you know he has every right to actually be mad at you, his words still hit you in a way you didn't expect them to.

"I'd never do that to you, Kentarou; I'd never use you like that, please believe me", you say quickly, a little surprised you're even able to form proper sentences.

“You m-mean so much to me and I just don't know how to put it into words. My heart hurt so much when I watched you type your number into Sora's phone but the demons in my head, they just kept talking over my heart and – I'm just really sorry, Kyou, I really am", you sigh and after realizing that he's not going to look at you, you finally manage to shift your gaze away from his pretty face.

"Go home, Y/N. It's been a long day for both of us and I think some more distance will help me get my mind straight", Kyoutani replies after a long, torturous beat of silence lingering in the cold air and even if it wasn’t the reply you had hoped to hear, you're glad he's at least not completely ending it.

"Okay b-but at least let me drive you home?", you ask softly, wiping away the few tears which had managed to escape and when you look up at the beautiful faced male in front of you, his eyes meet you for the first time since what feels like forever and you feel yourself melting away.

"I don't think that's a good idea, pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, the soft pet name sending your mind into the sweetest haze of comfort just like that, "it's only been a few days but I am craving your touch and I just know I'm going to lose it and fuck you against the next best surface if we get into that car together, so I have to decline this offer", he adds and takes another step back, his lips stretching into a tiny smile and you can’t deny how much his words have you gotten you worked up, but you have no choice but to nod.

"Have a good night, baby", Kyoutani sighs and deep down you're hoping for a kiss, after all it's been way too long since you got to feel close to him but instead, he just lifts his hand up and starts waving at you and just as he is about to turn around, you find yourself reaching for his wrist. The fear and despair inside of you making you a little too brave for your personal liking but you know you can't just let him walk away like that.

"Please, Tani- Kyoutani", you whisper and let out a soft sigh of relief when he turns around to face you again, "I won't try anything, I just want to spend a little bit more time with you."

Kyoutani takes a deep breath, his dark eyes roaming your face and wandering down your body and even though it feels like he's literally devouring you alive, you enjoy his burning gazes regardless, a hidden part inside of you even craving them.

A solid minute passes by before he lets out a sigh and gives you a nod, his plump lips pressed into a thin line.

It takes you another deep breath and a couple of seconds to actually calm yourself down from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been through within the time span of an hour and as you sit there in your car, inhaling the cold air of the night, your mind starts replaying everything that went down, starting from the day you met Kyoutani, to your first and most recent kiss, as well as the encounter with Sora and your deep anger towards Yuuji.

The drive to Kyoutani's apartment passes by in a blur, way too fast for your liking and you can't help but pout when you pull up in front of the huge building, knowing very well that this will be the last interaction with the handsome tattoo artist for the upcoming few days and you can already feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He's been awfully quiet, not like you actually said anything but Kyoutani's silence was intense, boring into your soul and actually suffocating you to a point where the urge to just jump out of the car became overwhelming.

You know he's probably going through everything just like you, yet the feeling that his thoughts are more on the negative side just won't leave you alone and you hate the way your assumptions are being confirmed as soon as Kyoutani turns to look at you.

"I – love you, Y/N", he suddenly says, his voice soft and calm, yet still deep and the way it's filled with tenderness and the sweetest bit of longing makes the effect of those magical words even heavier.

Your lips part in shock, your head having a difficult time actually processing his confession and you can feel your whole body going into a standby mode.

"But you're not good for me."

You remember the way your heart broke into thousands of pieces when you found out the alleged love of your life was cheating on you without even batting an eye.

The pain was so intense and heavy, you didn't know how to deal with it and at some point you were convinced that your heart had stopped beating for a solid minute. It was bad, left you speechless and threw you into a hole of darkness you barely managed to escape from, yet still leaving you grateful for the experience.

You thought your first heartbreak would be able to prepare you for what's to come in the future, but what you went through as soon as those words had fallen past Kyoutani’s lips, can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before.

Your heart starts clenching as his words keep replaying inside of your head and your throat so is going absolutely dry from your desperate attempts to gasp for air as the feeling of being suffocated comes back.

Everything around you seems to disappear, your eyes still focused on Kyoutani's intense gaze as the feeling of emptiness starts filling up your whole body.

You easily lose track of time, your heart beat so slow and heavy and when the wave of reality crashes you yet again, an almost inaudible sob falls past your lips.

"B-But...", you can't get yourself to speak, the words getting stuck in your throat and soft cries the only thing filling the inside of your car.

And yet, there are so many things you want to tell him, so many things rushing through your mind at the highest speed, almost impossible to grasp them and actually put them into proper sentences.

"You have too much control over me. I lost myself trying to fit into the picture of a lover you need and deserve. But – I am not who I used to be anymore”, Kyoutani explains, nervously rubbing the sides of his pierced node with his thumb as he avoids looking in your direction at all costs.

“I am scared of losing what's obviously not mine. You make me feel weak and vulnerable and I just can't deal with it. You've become the center of my world, and I can't control how much it affects me. How much you affect me and – I hate it", he continued, his voice is still incredibly calm, yet a bittersweet tone of fear coating every single one of his words.

"B-But...", yet again, the whole of your vocabulary seems vanished, not one word to say as the knot in your throat tightens even further.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I thought I could do it but – I am not meant to love and you deserve to be loved in the most special way possible”, he takes another quick break, letting out a sigh of exhaustion, “and that's why I'm letting you go. Please, don't hate me. Take care and – goodbye, my love.”

Those are his last words before he presses his lips against your forehead, making your head spin like crazy because of the contrast of his heartbreaking words and his soft kiss.

Kyoutani leaves without saying another word. He doesn't even look back once as he walks away and enters the apartment building, while you can't stop staring at the door with hot tears streaming down your cheeks and loud sobs filling the suffocating air surrounding you.

There you are, yet again.

Your eyes staring into the dark night as your body tries to cope with the intensity of pain you've thought you had overcome.

The constant breaking of your heart starts numbing every part of your body and you slowly start losing yourself in this certain kind of darkness.

Seconds turn into minutes and without even realizing, a whole hour has gone by with you staring into nothing.

Your mind plays games with you as it keeps replaying his words, his behavior, his kiss and the feeling of slowly but certainly going insane as you get out of the car a little too fast.

You tumble back, the sudden coldness hitting you right in the face and the mental as well as physical exhaustion has your body trembling.

And then it hits you.

The wave of anger, wrath, frustration and hatred literally wakes you up, pulls you back into reality and ends up taking over you completely.

Your eyes find the huge apartment building Kyoutani lives in, staring at it as if you could set it on fire and you know what you're about to do is a bad idea but your body acts before your mind can even get the chance to intervene.

And that's how you find yourself almost brutality slamming your fist against Kyoutani's door, your heart hammering against your rib cage way too fast for it to be still physically healthy and ten thousand different thoughts rushing through your chaotic mind.

"What the fuck is going – Y/N", Kyoutani looks at you with his pretty eyes slightly widened in shock, his lips parting as he struggles to keep his eyes on you and a disgusting feeling of shame and embarrassment starts filling you up.

You know this is pathetic, you are aware of how stupid you look standing in front of him like this but you just can't get yourself to actually care about it.

"Y/N, please don't-", "No, I listened to what you had to say and now I'm going to talk and you're going to listen to me. Before that I am not going anywhere because I deserve this", you cut him off, hands balled into fists as you try to stay calm but the more you think about his words in the car, the angrier you get.

"I–", Kyoutani sighs, his eyes nervously roaming your face and upon noticing the way you seem to shiver from the cold and your lack of clothing, he lets his conscience get the best of him, "alright, come in then.”

You follow him inside, the familiar scent of vanilla and Kyoutani's favorite febreeze scent filling your nose and you hate the way how comfortable you are.

After all you've been spending quite some time in this apartment; visiting him after your classes so he could bury his face between your legs and then offer you some homemade food, followed by a good old ghibli movie and lots of cuddles has become some kind of routine.

Oh, how you hate him for ruining all of those memories.

"Do you want something to drink? You're probably freezing", he offers, his voice filled with concern and you know he is right and you'd definitely give everything for a cup of tea and maybe some water, you still shove all of your body’s basic needs into the very back of your head and try to regain your composure.

"I – you – we", you take a deep breath, your mind struggling to put all of those racing thoughts into some kind of order, yet failing miserably.

But there's so much you want to say to him; so many things you want him to hear and now that you are actually standing in front of him, your body betrays you.

"You're a fucking coward, Kyoutani Kentarou", is the first thing you finally manage to let out, "and I hate you for leaving me like this. I fucking hate you.”

Deep down, you hate yourself for saying those words; the choice of words and the incredible heaviness they come with are usually not your way of expressing yourself yet you're not regretting them.

You don't know how this night is going to end, maybe this will be the last time you get to see Kyoutani or he'll eventually fuck you into oblivion and you finally end up together; but nevertheless you want your words to hurt him; you want them to wake him up just like his did to you.

"How dare you confess your love to me and tell me I basically ruined your life in the same breath when you're the one who's fucking all of this – us up. Yes, I’ve made a mistake and I've been regretting my choice of words for the past four days, even came to the point where I accepted your distance and decided to let go because I know how much my words hurt you. But us ending like this? Definitely not going to happen", Kyoutani stares at you with his pretty eyes focusing you attentively, barely blinking, not moving at all; he’s just listening to you.

"I just – don't understand how you can be this oblivious."

"Oblivious? Oblivious to what?", he asks, his voice a little deeper and raspier, sending goosebumps straight dow your spine as if your body needed to remind you the effect he has on you.

"Oblivious to everything. This is what love does to people, Kentarou. Of course you're going to feel weak and vulnerable because of me - because of the one you love. After all the point of being loved and loving someone else is showing those vulnerabilities and weakness to the person you trust the most because you know, or at least you hope, they won't take advantage of it.”

You take a deep breath, your mind slowing down as you ease yourself into his calming embrace and subconsciously losing yourself in the comfort it comes with.

“I'm yours. I've been yours since the very first day and we both know this, that's why you are so scared of losing me. And that's why my words hurt you so much”, you can tell that he’s already processing your words as much as he can; his habit of scratching the back of his head giving him away easily.

"You said you've lost yourself trying to fit into this picture of someone who I deserve but – you are the one who created that picture in the first place. Just because my first boyfriend was an alleged goody two shoes doesn't mean that you have to be like that too. Fuck that", you hiss, the thought of Kyoutani changing even the slightest bit about himself sending jolts of anger through your veins, "I don't care if you dropped out of college or that you have tattoos and piercings and bleach blonde hair. None of that matters to me because it's you, your kind heart and your pure soul I fell in love with.”

And suddenly - you can feel the burden on your shoulders disappear when those certain words leave your lips and the second Kyoutani raises his eyebrows in slight surprise before he locks eyes with you again has another breath of fresh air run through your suffocated lungs.

"Yes, I'm in love with you, Kyoutani Kentarou. Believe it or not, but for me, you're perfect just like this, with all your tiny habits and every single tattoo. There's nothing I'd change about you and I'm genuinely, truly sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me. You're a great guy and I guess that's why I ran back here after sitting in that car, crying for an hour because I couldn't stop thinking about the way you confessed your love to me”, you feel the thick veil of tears appear before they manage to block your sight, making the pretty face in front of you turn into bourry little pixels as your emotions overwhelm you.

“And yes, you are meant to be loved; maybe not meant to be loved by me but you deserve to be loved, do you hear me?"

You go up to him, closing some of the distance between the two of you before your finger darts out and poke his strong chest, trying to ease the tension after letting go of all those thoughts, "you deserve to love and to be loved because you're a good person. And I just – wanted to thank you for letting me into your life. Meeting you, getting to know the beautiful person you are has been one of the best things that has happened to me and I will cherish these memories forever."

And with those words you take a deep breath, let out another sigh, goving away your acceptance of defeat before you lift your head and prepare yourself to say your last goodbye no matter how painful it is.

"Take care, Kyoutani Kentarou and thank you, for everything", the words fall past your lips in the form of a whisper solely because you're too scared to break if you raised your volume just slightly.

You turn around and feel the first tear find its way down your cheek before you even get to walk away.

And just as you wrap your fingers around the doorknob, the sound of rushed footsteps approaching you makes you halt your movements.

"D-Don't go", Kyoutani suddenly says, his voice breaking when he comes to stand behind you, so close you can actually feel the warmth he's radiating, "I need you...so bad", he whispers into your ear, pressing his forehead against the back of your neck and it's like everything that happened tonight becomes irrelevant.

You turn around, not expecting Kyoutani to push you against the door with his whole body, yet still embracing him as much as you can.

With a soft sob, you start inhaling his unique scent, grazing his soft skin with your fingers and letting the warmth blossom inside of your chest after feeling his rapid heartbeat beneath your palm.

"Don't leave me, please", he cries, the tears running down his flushed cheeks despite his desperate attempts of holding back, "let's do this whole love thing.”

You stand there for what feels like an eternity, just hugging each other, taking in each other's presence and calming down from everything that has happened in such a short time. You finally calm down completely, Kyoutani's soft touches and tiny kisses give you the last bit of energy you needed and for the first time in almost three months, there's not one demon in your head trying to make you overthink something.

Because this feels perfect; there's literally no other word to describe the feeling of holding Kyoutani Kentarou and being held by him.

But nevertheless, you've been on a constant adrenaline rush for the past four hours and the exhaustion has been killing you, making you grow tired a lot faster than usual.

"What about moving this to your room, hm? I'd rather fall asleep with you in your bed than against the door; especially because I know the boys are out and will be coming home soon", you say softly, lifting Kyoutani's head from the crook of your neck and looking at him.

He sighs and gives you a soft kiss, giving you a nod in response before he gets himself to let go of you; his warmth leaving with him and it's almost disgusting how you literally crave his presence.

After Kyoutani makes you drink two glasses of water to avoid the dehydration of your body, he hands you one of his thick hoodies and leaves you to get ready in his bathroom.

You come back to the sight of him sitting against the headboard of his king sized bed, his oversized shirt revealing the perfect amount of collarbones and you enjoy the sight of his pretty skin and the dark lines covering most of it as well as the way his sweats hug his strong thighs in the best way possible.

And as you watch his eyes lazily roam your body, a hot jolt of arousal finds its way through your veins and right to your cunt.

"Don't look at me like that, sweet girl", Kyoutani suddenly groans and cocks his head to the side, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he gulps harshly; his eyes never once leaving yours.

"B-But Tani...", you reply, approaching him with tiny steps become you come to stand right next to his tall figure, feeling yourself growing needier because of the way your body is craving his touch now more than ever.

“Baby…”, he replies and gulps harshly, knowing your body better than yourself after weeks of getting to know you in a way nobody has ever before.

"Please, Tani...please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me. I've been waiting for so long...", you plead, your fingers coming to graze his pretty lips as memories of all the times he had turned you into a crying mess with those lips.

Kyoutani is just as affected by the change in tension as you, the slight bulge in his grey sweatpants as well as the hunger burning in his eyes giving him away.

"You're such a pretty angel girl, aren’t you?", he whispers and sits up, pulling you closer to make you stand in between his legs as he starts caressing your hot cheeks with his fingers.

“Yet you're saying all those naughty things”, Kentarou chuckles deeply, “imagine how people would react if they knew what a cockhungry little slut you actually are", upon hearing those degrading names, your cunt starts clenching around nothing and a high pitched whimper escaped your throat.

"For you...", you whisper, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth the second Kyoutani starts placing open mouthed kisses on your neck.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling the material of his shirt a little too tightly.

"Of course, baby, you're mine after all and this sweet cunt", the sudden feeling of his palm pressing against the damped fabric of your panties has you gasping for air, "belongs to me, and me only", Kyoutani grunts, pulling the skin of your neck between his lips before he starts sucking gently as well as slowly moving his fingers against the lacey fabric between your legs.

"Yes, it's yours", you reply, after several weeks of being intimate with Kyoutani you've learned one thing and that's how much he loves hearing you say all those dirty and lewd things, "please fuck me."

"Patience, my love, patience. I am going to fuck you", Kentarou replies calmly and suddenly pushes you away, his hands disappearing from your body and when your lid flutter open because of the lack of touch, he shoots you one of his cocky smirks, "but let's not forget the whole friend situation, hm? What about you make it up to me before I fuck you like the little whore you are?"

His words have excitement rush through your blood, your head literally spinning just from the thought of finally getting to be on the giving end after weeks of him playing the selfless lover.

You nod eagerly, anticipation sparkling in your eyes as you watch him palm himself over his sweats before you get on your knees and wait for him to let go of his now fully erect cock.

However, the more seconds pass by like this, the more nervous you become because for some reason you suddenly remember that you've basically never sucked dick before.

Your head shoots up with slight panic written all over your face and of course Kyoutani notices your change in demeanor right away.

"What's wrong, angel?", he asks you and stops the movements of his hands.

"I don't know how to do it, Tani", you whisper, knowing there's no point in being shy about it, after all he happens to be the guy you've experienced your most firsts with.

"It's okay, baby, I'm going to help you”, Kyoutani replies and actually loses his composure for a second, “fuck baby, don't look at me like this when I'm literally about to fuck your throat", he hisses, throwing his head back as he grunts and his hips desperately bucking into the air.

Kyoutani takes another deep breath before he finally pushes his hand underneath the waistband of his sweats and with your eyes focused on his movements, you watch him pull out his hard length, a soft hiss falling past his plump lips when the coldness of the room grazes the slightly wet tip of his cock.

You gulp harshly, his impressive size in girth as well as length has your pussy throbbing like crazy, yet you can't help but wonder how the hell he's going to fit inside of you.

“Don't worry, baby, I know you're going to take all of my cock like the good girl you are", Kyoutani says after observing your facial expressions for some time.

"Give me your hand", he asks you softly, his voice still raspy and incredibly hoarse yet still soothing and you appreciate his attempts to calm himself down so you won't feel too nervous. With your heart slamming against your rib cage, you lift your hand up and are slightly overwhelmed at the sudden feeling of Kyoutani's warm spit pooling inside your palm. Without adding anything, he straightens himself and motions you to stroke his hard cock.

Not once do you stop looking at him as you wrap your fingers around the base of his impressive length and slowly start jerking him off.

Kyoutani cocks his head to the side, his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth and his eyes constantly fluttering close.

"Start with the tip, angel- just wrap your lips around it and start sucking, but be careful with your teeth, yeah baby?", he grunts, his hips thrusting into your fist every time the pace of your strokes slows down.

You give him yet another nod before look up at him one more time and do as he says.

The feeling of his cock between your lips is – different.

It feels like it's not supposed to be there, yet the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue has you sighing softly. Your tongue darts out, giving his tip a tiny kitten lick before you go back to sucking on it eagerly.

And while you seem to enjoy it a lot, Kyoutani is going absolutely crazy. You can see the way he's tensing his body as his grip in the bed sheets tightens and the vein on his neck pops out.

"F-Fuck, baby, just like that", he praises you "now try to take more of it in a-and use your hand for the rest", Kyoutani's voice is shaky, his eyes are nervously roaming your swollen lips and the string of spit connecting them to the tip of his cock.

Without giving it another thought, you take a deep breath and take more of him, trying your best to not graze his sensitive cock with your teeth and despite your initial struggle, you still enjoy the feeling of his cock on your tongue.

You subconsciously wrap your fingers around the part of his cock which you can't fit inside your mouth and suddenly it's like your body knows exactly what to do.

Kyoutani's moans grow louder and the soft thrusts of his hips become a little less controlled. You look up at him every now and then, trying your best to keep the steady rhythm as you bop your head.

And then he suddenly thrusts his length all the way to the back of your throat, your gag reflex just about to go off when he pulls back which is the moment you take notice of the tears streaming down your cheeks.

You give him a soft smile before going back to wrapping your lips around his tip, but you don't get very far.

Kyoutani pulls you back, his grip on the back of your neck not firm enough to hurt you.

"I promise I'm going to fuck your throat properly and even cum in your mouth the next time we do this but right now I just can't stop thinking about that tight cunt of yours", he says, helping you get up and almost instantly pulling you onto his lap; his wet cock rubbing against your panty covered core as Kyoutani pulls you in for a kiss.

It's sloppy and rushed, the way his tongue grazes over yours before he pulls it between his lips and starts sucking at it. Your hips start moving against his cock, your sensitive pussy craving some kind of friction as the arousal has your head spinning like crazy.

You start moaning and whimpering into his mouth when Kyoutani’s hips start meeting your desperate movements, applying the perfect amount of pressure onto your needy clit.

You feel the knot in the pit of your stomach tightening, the clenching of your cunt becoming worse the more you hump Kyoutani's cock like a woman starved.

But nothing prepares you for the feeling of one of his large digits entering you. Your hole start clenching around his finger Kyoutani pushes another one in, both digits buried inside of your little cunt.

"Such a good girl for me, aren't you, baby? I'm going to finger you nice and slow so you're ready for my cock. Now come on, my love; show me what a good whore you are and ride my fingers", Kyoutani encourages you, his hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin behind your ear and without missing a beat, your hips meet the skillful thrusts of his fingers.

Kyoutani continues to whisper naughty things into your ear, his other hand eventually wrapping around your throat as he makes sure you look into his eyes when you stumble over the edge.

Your high hits you hard and fast, the intensity knocking the breath out of your lungs and leaving you gasping for it; something you should be used to by now yet still can't believe is even possible.

He pushes you off of his lap softly, helps you get rid of his shirt as well as your ruined panties before he makes you lay down in the middle of his bed; eyes locking with yours when he also starts undressing.

"My pretty girl", Kyoutani sighs, his hand caressing the soft skin of your thighs, spanking you every now and then just because he's absolutely obsessed with the way your whole body tenses whenever his hand meets your skin.

“Look at me", he orders and almost instantly your head shoots up to meet his gaze, the sight of his naked body distracting you a lot more than you expected but after all this is the first time you get to see the rest of his tattoos; the ones you usually only get a tiny glimpse of depending on his outfit choice.

Kyoutani spreads your legs apart, his eyes never leaving yours even when he starts jerking off again and you can't hold back the soft whimpers and begs leaving your lips.

But also something about his flushed cheeks and swollen lips as well as his messy hair falling into his face has you incredibly turned on.

"We've never talked about this before but are you on the pill, baby?", he asks, pushing one of his thumbs into his mouth before he brings it down to your clit and starts rubbing soft circles into it, making you arch your back off of the mattress as you bury your face in the pillow to keep your noises down.

"N-No", you whisper, a deep sigh coming from Kyoutani and even though you know you shouldn’t do it, you stop him from bending over to the drawer of his nightstand, making him look at you in confusion.

“But I still want you to raw me, please...", you add and gulp harshly when his whole body seems to go into some kind of haze once the words leaveyour lips.

Kyoutani looks at you, his eyes darkening even more as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and lets out a loud moan of your name.

"I can't just raw you, baby", he presses through gritted teeth, his mask slowly falling apart the more you rub yourself against his cock, "you've never had sex without a condom and my pull out game is weak, even weaker when it comes to you because fuck – the thought of filling you up with my cum sounds so fucking good", Kyou groans when you scoot up a little, taking his length into your hand before you line him up with your entrance.

"B-But what if you get pregnant, sweet girl?", he sighs and tries to pull away, making you wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his pretty eyes.

"That will just show everyone around us how well you've fucked me", you whisper and elicit another deep moan from him, his whole body shaking slightly as he tries to hold himself back from just pounding into you.

"Such a cockhungry whore", he hisses and – finally – starts pushing his fat cock into your tiny cunt, the slight stretch making you both gasp for air.

“If that's what you want, then that’s what you get, you little slut. I'm going to fucking raw you and fill you up with all of my cum, make you my cumslut", Kyoutani grunts, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he harshly grabs your face and looks into your eyes as he buries more of himself inside of you.

"F-Fuck, you're big", you whimper, throwing your head back and trying your very best to stop clenching around his cock.

“We're almost there, baby- you got this, s-stop clenching", Kyoutani grunts against your parted lips. Without a warning, Kyoutani pushes the rest of his huge cock inside of you, bottoming out completely.

“F-Fuck...you’re so– tight”, Kentarou grunts, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, “it’s like you’ve never been fucked before.”

“S-So good...so fucking good, nngh-”, your little whimpers and whines are slurred, barely coherent as the feeling of being filled to the brim pushes you into a haze of pleasure.

You feel the pulsation of his cock against your spongy walls, his hands nervously roaming your body and groping one of your tits, as he obviously tries to calm himself down.

And then he finally starts moving.

A deep, guttural moan leaves the both of you when he pulls himself out of your tight hole, dragging his huge cock along the walls of your little cunt in the most delicious way possible before he almost brutally shoves himself back in again.

“Mhm, just like that, you little brat”, he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he pushes your legs further apart, his eyes focusing the way his fat cock stretches your hole just how he’s been imagining it all this time, “coming up to me and talking about having your little cunt rawed like some cumhungry little whore.”

You start nodding almost instantly at his words, your brain barely recognizing them, the only thing you can focus on being the way the tip of his cock grazes the entrance to your womb with every harsh, brutal thrust of his hips.

His thrusts find a steady rhythm, hard and so, so deep.

“Open your mouth”, Kyoutani grunts, a single drop of sweat finding its way down the center of his tattooed chest, the sight making you whimper and whine for him even louder as you part your lips as soon as you process his words.

“You know what? I’d rather have you say it”, he suddenly hisses, pulling his cock out of your spasming cunt before he presses your legs together and shoves himself back inside of you with one skilled thrust of his hips.

You have no idea at what point you start crying but by the time Kyoutani's moans and grunts start picking up their pace, you're a sobbing mess.

“S-Say wh-what?”, you sob, hiding your tear and spit stained face behind your hands, not daring to look up at him.

“I want you to ask for my spit and beg for my cum”, Kentarou’s voice grows raspier, the dominance seething through every single one of his words makes it so easy for you to fall even further into the hole of absolute submission, “and stop hiding yourself, angel girl..I wanna watch the way I’m fucking your brains out.”

A row of loud, high pitched whines and a combination of sobs and moans are the only thing you manage to respond with, your brain clouded with the feeling of his thick cock dragging along the spongy walls of your cunt.

And before you can even comprehend his next movement, you hear the loud sound of skin meeting skin followed by the delicious feeling of a sting sending jolts of pain through your body, something you’ve come to love after so many hours with the tattoo artist.

“I told you to ask and beg for it, angel girl..you’re making me wait”, Kentarou spits, never once halting the movements of his hips as he watches the way you start sobbing even more, your cunt spasming around his cock after his painful spank.

“Please...f-fuck, please spit in my mouth and my face and on my cunt- want it all”, you start brabbling, another row of incohrent begs following right afterwars as your hips sloppily meet his harsh thrusts, “I want you to stuff me full of your cum, too- please, Daddy, wanna be your little c-cumdumpster.”

“There you go..”, Kyoutani’s plump lips stretch into a big smile as his cock throbs at the sound of that one forbidden little word he’s come to love even more after hearing it from you only a handful of times.

He didn’t hesitate to tell you about how much it turns him on around two weeks after the two fo you had started dating and even though he never really expected you to use it, he was secretely hoping for you to overcome your shyness.

You had used it only twice before when the pleasure had gotten too much for your brain to handle and Kyoutani knew you’d stop holding yourself back as soon as you got a taste of his cock.

“What did you just call me, pretty girl?”, he cooes, giggling softly at the way you whimper and cry even harder, knowing oh so well what he wants to hear.

And for the first time you just can’t get yourself to argue with the little voice in the back of your head; the feeling of his cock stretching your tiny cunt making it so, so easy to just let go of all those doubts and worries.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply and look into his eyes, groping your own tits as you arch your back to feel him even deeper inside of you, “n-need your cum inside of me...please- want everyone to know who I belong to.”

You don’t really expect it, yet your pussy almost instantly start clenching around his cock when kyoutani harshly grabs your face, making you part your lips before he spits into your mouth.

The loud, lewd sound of it rings in your ears in the best way possible and acting like a literal aphrodisiac in combination with the delicious taste of his saliva coating the hot muscle of your tongue.

You hum softly before you swallow it all, a gentle sob escaing your lips before you look up at him again.

"Now go on, angel girl”, he growls, pushing his hand in between your legs to rub circles into your hardened clit, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good little dumpster for your Daddy and show me what only I can do to you.”

You can barely process his words, the lewdness just fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach as you lose yourself in the feeling of your upcoming high. But you still start nodding, cringing at the feeling your saliva dripping down your jawline.

And with one last thrust, you feel your high crashing down onto you with such heaviness, you're left absolutely breathless.

Your whole body is trembling as the waves of your orgasm hit you, a row of incoherent words leaving your lips before you stop trying and just start crying for your precious Daddy.

"That's my baby”, is the first thing your brain manages to process again, everything still a blurry mess and when you look at Kyou, you realize you’re still cumming.

Your cunt is almost painfully spasming around his big cock, your juices dripping down the sides of his length as he helps you ride out your orgasm.

“You’re such a good, good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? I'm so proud of you", Kyoutani praises you, his thrust a little sloppier than before and from the way he's digging his fingers into the skin of your waist, you can only assume that he's also quiet close, "you're also going to take all of Daddy’s cum, right, baby? We gotta make sure I fill you up nicely..."

You take a deep breath, your slightly overstimulated cunt sending shivers down your spine as your eyes focus on Kyoutani's parted lips.

"Please, Daddy...need you to fill me up with your cum", you encourage him and when you slowly push two of your fingers into his mouth, knowing how much he loves to suck on them no matter what situation you’re both in, you finally get to see his whole face crunch up in pleasure.

His body tenses up as his grip on your waist becomes firmer before he starts cumming inside of you with a deep, raspy moan; coating the walls in several shades of white with three thick spurts of his cum.

Kyoutani buries his face in the crook of your neck as he slowly calms down, loud breathing and rushed gasps for air the only thing to fill the inside of his empty room.

"I love you so much", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss, his cock still firmly buried inside of your sensitive cunt before he shoots you a soft smile; looking almost boyish with his glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

"I love you, too, D-Daddy”, you whisper, gulping harshly as the words leave your lips, feeling yourself grow even smaller underneath his strong yet comforting gaze, “thank you for giving us a chance", you add and pull him into for another kiss.

"Kyoutani Kentarou, your favorite group of walking disappointments is back and better than ev - oh", Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyoutani's High School best friend, fellow tattoo aritst and roommate suddenly yells and almost brutally slams open the door, startling you to the last bone in your body.

Kyoutani is quick to cover you up with his body, his hand reaching for one of the blankets on the floor as he grunts in annoyance.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know–", "What is it, Iwa-Chan? Is he jerking off again? Kyoutani Kentarou you little piece of shit, just go and fuck that–", just like Iwaizumi, Oikawa – who also happens to be his best friend, felow tattoo artist and roommate – comes to stand in the doorway, bumping into his best friend before he finally spots the two of you.

"You're naked", he points out, closing his eyes almost instantly after realizing what he has just come to witness and despite the disgusting feeling of wanting to disappear and never come back again, you can't help but giggle at their shocked and slightly disgusted faces.

Kyoutani takes a deep breath and pulls out of you, still making sure to hide you behind his body before he hands you the blanket and lets his eyes shift to the door, looking at his best friends in pure disbelief.

"Kawa stop fucking staring and – can you two please fuck off?", he yells, pulling the boys back to reality and the way both of them shift to look at you only to blush from their necks to their ears has you chuckling softly.

This type of situation is nothing you’re not used to – unfortunately.

"Uhm – of course! Oh, my fucking God! So sorry, Kyou", Iwaizumi stutters and wraps his fingers around the doorknob, avoiding your eyes as much as he can before he pushes Oikawa away and then closes the door with another row of apologies.

Kyoutani just looks at you apologetically as he shakes his head and face palms himself, making the both of you burst into loud laughter.

And after taking a shower together and actually eating some late dinner with the boys, you fall asleep with Kyoutani's arms tightly wrapped around your waist, his face buried inside the crook of your neck and one last love confession.

And when those sweet words fall past his lips yet again, you realize – you're finally home.

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