#nishinoya x black fem!reader

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝖽𝗁𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿-𝗂𝗌𝗁. }

you sigh in frustration, kneading your temple, sitting on the smooth gym floors. "oh great! thanks for getting us stuck noya, i would’ve had this happen faster." your tone had a bite to it that noya didn’t know what to make of as he copied you, hesitantly sitting next to you.

"i don’t know if you’re saying this to be sarcastic or hurt my feelings.. either way you’re managing both completely well." you rolled your eyes. "that’s rough buddy." noya outside of getting y’all stuck in the gym storage had no why you were being so hostile. "why do you hate me?"

you bit your lip looking off to the side before you sighed, eyes feeling heavy. "i don’t hate you.. i just don’t like loud people, you should take a chill pill once in a while.. and then you got us stuck in here! when all i wanted to do was go home and sleep!" he could hear the exasperation in your voice, you must have had a rough day.

"well i’m probably not as comfortable as your bed but you can lay on me.. i-if you want to.. i’ll try to be as quiet as possible." you sigh nodding droopily mumbling an "alright." as your sleepy frame fell on noya’s lap, the two jackets he placed there giving you about as much comfort as two athletic jackets could, but it didn’t matter because as soon as your head hit them you were out like a light.

noya stiffened at the weight of your head in his lap he thought it was a good idea to suggest this, being nice and all, but he needed to move, needed to do anything to distract himself from the fact he was consigned to one place, one spot he looked around near himself, finding nothing but equipment too far from his reach and dust until a lightbulb went off over his head— you were right in his lap duh!

he looked down at your sleeping face, your eyebrows were scrunched with bags under your eyes as if even in your dreams you were busy at work. his eyes dart to your plump lips, gloss from the beginning of the day probably, fading, maybe from the amount of times you pursed your lips listening to the dumb shit people say. (him included) your mouth slightly opened and he can hear your soft breathing if he listens close enough, which he tries to, leaning over bringing his face closer to yours.

"you look so pretty." he mumbles your eyebrows twitch and noya’s face heats up he springs up too fast, a hushed yelp rushed from his mouth, your shuffling and agitated mumble of a "shh! shut up." being the only thing to stop him from his internal dilemma, so he pauses calming himself before looking at you again, this time focused on your hair.

the heaviness of the braids sprawled across his lap that he didn’t notice before drawing his attention, he hums picking up a single braid touching it, fingers sliding down the plait feeling the ridges of it he began playing with your hair, braiding the plaits wearing your hair like a mustache and running his fingers through the weave he he stopped hearing a voice on the other side of the door.

"this.. isn’t supposed to be this way." noya clears his throat to level his voice from not talking for so long. "in here! we’re stuck in here!" he hears shuffling on the other side, beginning nudging you to wake up. you groan as the the door clicks open, nishinoya comes face to face with his high school ace, roommate and best friend asahi who pales before taking in the situation of the sleeping brown girl on his best friend’s lap, letting out a heavy sigh thankful that he didn’t make the mistake of interrupting a couple.. again.

noya shakes you awake and you sit up drowsy, rubbing your eyes turning your face to the side to yawn. "so how long have you two been in here?" asahi asks stumped as you both get off the hard floor, you sigh a tan slipping out. “before my phone died it was.. i dunno like 3:15 or something." asahi grunts pulling out his phone before looking at noya.

"you both have been in here for almost three hours!.. and where was your phone?" noya follows you out the room raising his hands questioningly. "it’s probably in my backpack. i don’t keep it on me when i practice." the taller male lets out a "makes sense" walking in pace with the shorter one looking behind him to find you trying to stay coherent.

"and what about y/n? how’d she get stuck in there.. with you?" noya looks off to the side blush slowly creeping up neck as he rubbed the back of it, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips. "yeaa that was my fault too." he turns noticing you still behind them he pats asahi on the back "i’ll see you back at the dorm." asahi let out a dry "yea just don’t go somewhere getting stuck again because I’m done for the night."

noya laughed standing still as asahi walked ahead, waiting for you to step by his side before walking in tune with you. you hum softly wondering why he left his friend. "can i walk you to your dorms?" and noya can basically see the sandman dancing in your pretty brown eyes. he observes your face recalling earlier when he was so close making him turn red and look off to the side when you mumbled a "sure i don’t mind." a quiet "okay!" squeaked from his flushed face.

y’all walk in silence for the next 8 minutes as you arrive at your door. you fumble for your keys in your bag when noya finally decides to speak. "so i know that being stuck ina closet with me today wasn’t ideal, but maybe we can do it on purpose one day? if you want i mean i jus—" he looked at your tired eyes finding your lips pursed before just spitting it out.

"your number.. can i get you number and we can like hang out or something." you pull out a pen, lightly grabbing his wrist, writing your ten digits on his forearm you turn around as soon as you finished, unlocking your door. "don’t text me today, text me tomorrow.. i’m too tired to do anything for the rest of the day." you walk in turning around softly mumbling a "bye noya." softly closing the door.

when the door shut noya looked to his arm to see your number there with a cute heart next to the last digit, he swore he short circuited for a second a hand in the air as he jumped shouting. "yess!" you smile from your bed at noya’s loudness and his apologies after hearing a few neighbors tell him to shut up.

𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖣𝖮𝖭𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗅, 𝖼𝗈𝗉𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾. ©𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅

[fizziedoodle]

dating yu nishinoya

[b1xi]

───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Haikyuu(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

Word count:4227

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

"Keep blocking, let's go! Don't stop!" Ukai's firm voice resonated as you handed him another ball from the basket. "This could be your last chance. Always remember that! Give it your all!"

With that rallying cry, Ukai threw the ball with force. Hinata launched himself desperately towards it, his movements quick as a flash, but he couldn't reach it in time to intercept.

"If you waste any opportunity, it could cost you the game," Ukai continued, his tone stern but with a motivating undertone. Without wasting time, he grabbed another ball and sent it towards the redhead. This time, Hinata positioned himself, but his reception was weak, and the ball fell to the ground with a dull thud that echoed through the gym.

Despite the mistake, Ukai flashed a small smile and nodded in approval. "Well done, Hinata! Now get up quickly. One more."

"Yes! Thank you, Coach!" Hinata responded with the same energy that characterized him, his determination shining in his eyes.

From your position, you watched the exchange with a mixture of pride and admiration. Seeing Hinata drenched in sweat but so determined inspired you in your own way. With a small smile, you grabbed another ball from the basket and handed it to the coach. As you did, you couldn't help but give the redhead a supportive look.

"Come on, Shoyo," you thought, feeling a small but warm sense of camaraderie. The practice continued, the sound of bouncing balls and cries of effort filling the air as the team honed their skills with each attempt.

You walked over to Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Sugawara, who were sitting on the floor with a magazine open between them. The pages seemed to capture all their attention, and the murmurs of awe among them piqued your curiosity.

"Wow! Look at the size of that photo!" Nishinoya exclaimed, his eyes scanning the image intently with excitement.

"What are you looking at?" you asked cautiously, though the relaxed tone of the group gave you enough confidence to sit beside them.

"It's a volleyball sports magazine!" Nishinoya responded quickly, turning toward you while lifting the magazine so you could see it up close. On the open page, you could distinguish several players wearing uniforms from teams you didn't recognize, all posed in ways that conveyed intensity and skill.

Hinata and Kageyama, drawn by the enthusiasm, approached the group. Tanaka, always eager to share any interesting find, took the magazine from Nishinoya's hands and proudly showed it to the redhead and the black-haired one.

"Look at this!" he said, pushing the magazine a little closer to their faces. "Ushiwaka, from Shiratorizawa, is among the top three students in the entire country."

"Shiratorizawa!? That's the place Kageyama couldn't get into!" Hinata remarked loudly.

Kageyama, visibly annoyed by the comment, quickly turned toward him with a piercing glare. "Shut up, Hinata!" he growled, his voice full of irritation.

"Who's Ushiwaka?" Shoyo asked, unaware of his teammate's anger, still maintaining his curiosity.

Tanaka dropped his jaw, incredulous at the redhead's ignorance. "You don't know!? He's the number one player in the entire prefecture: Wakatoshi Ushijima!" he declared, as if the name itself carried an unbeatable weight.

Without waiting any longer, you grabbed the magazine from Hinata, your eyes immediately searching for the photograph of this supposed prodigy. As you stopped on the image, you couldn't help but examine the details of the young player. His face had a cold, determined expression, his broad shoulders and impeccable posture exuding an innate confidence.

"Wow, he really looks like a star," you commented quietly, flipping the page in search of more information or photographs. Though you had never heard of him, his presence was undeniable even through the printed images.

Sugawara, who had been watching the conversation with a smile, turned to Kageyama in a more relaxed tone. "Did you really try to get into a place with players of this level?"

Before the black-haired player could respond, Tanaka added with his usual humor. "And I bet you were going to yell at that superstar things like ‘Move faster, idiot!’ Am I right?" he imitated, exaggerating Kageyama’s voice theatrically.

Kageyama frowned, crossing his arms. "Of course not!" he growled, his offended tone making it clear he wasn't enjoying the jokes.

"If you don't beat them, you won't be able to play against Nekoma, right?" you asked, keeping your attention on the pages of the magazine, although the conversation had caught your interest.

At that moment, Ukai's deep voice echoed behind you, causing everyone to stand up quickly. "Hey, hey, Shiratorizawa isn't the only formidable opponent," he said, making everyone turn toward him.

"Do you think you’ll be among the top four like last year?" you asked, recalling what you had heard from Takeda sensei about the competition.

"Yes, but there are other big opponents," Ukai replied while pulling a crumpled paper from his jacket. "There's Wakutani Minami, with their superior defense and coordination, and Dateko, with their steel wall; that team has the best blockers in the country."

You moved closer to see the names on the list. Ukai pointed to one of them. "If I remember correctly, we lost to them 2-0 in March," he mentioned.

You looked at Asahi and Nishinoya, noticing their tense postures. It was clear that match still weighed on them; it was the reason Asahi had temporarily left the team after Dateko. Putting the pieces together in your mind, you understood that the emotional burden was still present within the team.

You returned your attention to Ukai's explanation, trying to stay focused. "So, depending on the matchups, we might play against them in the first round," Ukai continued, his tone grave, underscoring the weight of the information.

The team would have to work hard if they wanted to go far, especially facing elite teams.

"That will be all for now, I’ll tell you the details later," Ukai concluded, putting the paper back in his jacket. "Remember, they’re the best contenders of the year, but if you look up and not ahead, you'll lose perspective. No team will enter the tournament wanting to lose. Everyone wants to win. While we train nonstop, the others will too, whether they’re good or bad, everyone is trying to win. Don’t forget that, and don’t let anyone call you 'wingless birds' again," he encouraged, his voice full of firmness and conviction.

After cleaning up and gathering all your things to head home, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, and you decided to make a stop at Ukai's family store to grab something to drink. The choice was unanimous: sodas. Soon, you all settled on the sidewalk to rest a bit, enjoying a well-deserved break after the intense practice.

You sat next to Kageyama, watching as he drank his soda while the perpetual frown that seemed to mark his face remained. Unable to resist, you asked curiously, "Why the face?"

"What face?" He pulled the drink away from his lips and looked at you, visibly confused. "This is my normal face," he added with a shrug, as if his expression was entirely natural.

You couldn’t help but smile at his response. "You always look like you’re upset," you admitted, and before Kageyama could reply, both Hinata and Tanaka nodded in agreement, backing you up.

"Why don’t you give us a smile? I’ve never seen you smile," you teased cheerfully, the little joke that popped into your mind sparking a bit of fun. Kageyama glanced at you out of the corner of his eye without saying a word, and you, without thinking, moved to sit directly in front of him.

"Come on, Kageyama," Hinata encouraged from his spot, the excitement on his face completely contagious.

"Smile," you said in English playfully, flashing an exaggerated grin to show him how it was done. "Like this."

The dark-haired boy stared at you, his lips pressed into a straight line, as if he was debating whether to give in to the moment. The silence dragged on, but the tension in the air vanished when you leaned in slightly closer, a mischievous smile on your face.

"Come on," you said, this time in a softer, more playful tone as you gently placed your index fingers on the sides of his lips. With a slight tug upward, you tried to draw a smile on his face, challenging the serious expression that seemed to dominate him.

"Come on, Kageyama! Just one!" Hinata insisted, his contagious energy radiating as he beamed at his teammate.

Kageyama, visibly irritated, furrowed his brow and snapped back, "Why would I want to adopt the expression of idiots like you?" His words, though sharp, didn’t carry the same weight they usually did. Something in his tone—perhaps exhaustion or a lack of conviction—made them less convincing.

"Don’t be so grumpy," you protested softly, adopting a pleading expression. "Come on, Kageyama-kun, I just want to see you smile." You moved your fingers closer to his face, putting on a rare look of innocence and kindness in an attempt to break through his resistance.

Kageyama sighed, exasperated, but finally relented—or at least it seemed that way. His face didn’t show a genuine smile, but rather a grimace that could be interpreted as something between a smile and a mocking expression. It wasn’t exactly what you’d hoped for, but at least it was a small step.

"Terrifying," Tanaka muttered under his breath, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. Nishinoya watched the scene unfold with a mix of astonishment and amusement.

"Aww, see? It’s not that hard," you said encouragingly, though you had to admit to yourself that Kageyama’s "smile" left much to be desired. "Plus, you look cute." Your tone softened as you lied slightly; while the effort was appreciated, there was still a lot of room for improvement. "Right, guys?" you asked for backup, throwing a knowing glance at the others.

"Yeah, sure... better stick to his usual face," Tanaka quipped sarcastically, his tone echoed by the group as he watched Kageyama with a mix of distrust and amusement.

"Don't listen to them," you shot back, smiling once more, this time with a hint of mischief, before shifting your focus back to the dark-haired boy. Kageyama, seemingly fed up with the situation, gently pushed your hand away from his face. His fingers encircled your wrist delicately but without much force, signaling the end of his tolerance.

The melody flowed from your fingers like a controlled torrent, each note resonating with precision and emotion as the piano keys responded to your mastery. The empty room filled with the vibrant harmony of Rachmaninoff, and the echoes of the sound drifted faintly down the hallway, perhaps attracting a curious listener. Your eyes followed the movement of your hands, almost instinctively, as they moved with agility and determination, bringing to life the piece you had practiced with such dedication for weeks.

Your heart beat strongly, driven by the intensity of the moment. Inspiration enveloped you, drowning out any distractions or mistakes. Each press of the lower keys made the chords rise forcefully, almost aggressively, driving the piece to a dramatic climax. With a final strike full of fervor, your hands abruptly left the keys, as if they burned with the contact.

You remained still for a moment, the echo of the last notes still lingering in the air, before lowering your gaze to your hands. The pads of your fingers were slightly reddened, the result of the pressure exerted during the more intense passages. You looked at your hands in wonder, as though they belonged to someone else, and felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

The sudden sound of applause broke the stillness that had filled the room after the final chord, jolting you out of your trance. Startled, you jumped slightly in your seat, feeling an intense warmth spread across your face. You slowly turned, your heart beating so loudly that you could barely hear your own thoughts.

There was Tsukishima, casually leaning against the doorframe, still in his school uniform, perfectly placed, with his usual indifferent expression. However, his eyes hid something different: a spark of genuine interest that was as rare as it was unsettling.

"That... was amazing," he said, his calm voice echoing in the empty space.

"How long have you been there?" you asked, trying to keep your composure as your hands instinctively intertwined in your lap.

"Long enough to see all of that," Tsukishima replied with unsettling calm. He took a step into the room, letting his bag fall beside the doorframe with a careless movement. "I didn't know you played the piano."

"Well... it's not something I go around announcing," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you slightly leaned toward the piano, as if you needed to fix something on the keys. "It's more of a hobby. I didn't think anyone would hear me."

" hobby?" he murmured, stopping a few steps away from you. His gaze briefly wandered toward the instrument before returning to your eyes, scrutinizing you as if he were trying to understand something you hadn't said. "If this is what you call a hobby, I can't imagine what it would be like if you took it seriously."

The way he said it, with no sarcasm or mockery, but with an unexpected sincerity, made your cheeks burn again. You looked away toward the keys, feeling your fingers tense slightly. "It's not that big of a deal," you murmured, trying to downplay it, though the satisfaction of his comment lingered within you.

"What piece was that?" he asked, leaning a little toward the piano, his eyes scanning the sheet music you had left aside. "It sounded... complicated."

"It's one of Rachmaninoff's," you answered, surprised by his genuine interest. "I’ve been practicing it for weeks to get it right. It's intense, but there's something about it that hooked me from the start."

"Intense, sure," Tsukishima repeated, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "Does that include the dramatic finish you gave it? Because it felt like you were at a concert, not in an empty room."

The light teasing in his tone made you let out a soft laugh, helping you relax your shoulders. "Maybe I got carried away," you admitted, letting out a sigh. "It’s easy to lose yourself in something you love."

For a moment, silence filled the room, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Tsukishima seemed lost in thought while his fingers gently brushed the piano keys without pressing them. "It's impressive," he finally said, his voice barely lower than usual. "I never thought someone from here could do something like that."

"Is that a compliment?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement.

This feeling, this rush of adrenaline and ecstasy, was your most cherished reward. "Yes, yes!" you whispered excitedly, bringing your fingers to your lips in a reverent gesture, as if they had been divine instruments. For you, music wasn’t just a discipline; it was a living art, a burning flame that not only illuminated but consumed everything in its path, leaving you eager to start again.

"Maybe," he responded with a shrug, before straightening up and looking directly at you. "But don’t get used to it. I just told the truth."

Without thinking too much, you slid a little to the side, making space for him on the bench beside the piano. To your surprise, Tsukishima accepted the invitation without protest, settling next to you with his relaxed posture, though his eyes observed the piano with a veiled curiosity.

"What else can you play?" he asked, his tone neutral but laced with a hint of interest he didn’t bother to hide.

"Mhm..." You brought a finger to your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Let me see..." After a few moments of deliberation, you straightened your back and placed your hands on the keys, letting your fingers find a melody you had practiced not too long ago.

Carefully, you began to play the chorus of Can’t Help Falling in Love. Though it wasn’t a perfect rendition—you vaguely remembered it from an online tutorial—the sweet and nostalgic melody filled the room, wrapping the two of you in an unexpectedly intimate atmosphere.

"It’s the only thing I remember well," you admitted with a shy smile as your fingers stumbled slightly over one of the notes, but you kept going without stopping.

Tsukishima watched you silently, his eyes following the movement of your hands. When you finished, a brief pause settled between you before he spoke.

"Not bad," he said, resting an elbow on the edge of the piano and turning his body slightly toward you. "Though I think you could work on that stumble in the third chord."

You rolled your eyes, unable to hold back a smile. "So now you're a music critic?"

"I'm just telling the truth," he replied with a shrug, his lips curling into a faintly amused smirk.

"Then why don’t you try it?" you shot back, standing up from the bench and motioning to the piano as if challenging him.

"Me? Not a chance," he replied quickly, though his gaze lingered on the keys as if he were considering your suggestion. "I have no idea how this thing works."

"Oh, come on, it’s not that complicated," you insisted, leaning toward the piano and pointing out a few basic notes. "I can teach you the basics. Just a few notes so you’re not stuck as a bored spectator."

Tsukishima gave you a skeptical look, but the curiosity in his eyes was undeniable. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, but if this gets ridiculous, I’m out."

"Don’t worry," you assured him, sitting back down and placing your hands over his to guide him. "I’ll be the best teacher you’ve ever had."

"Alright, let’s start with something simple. This is the diatonic scale," you explained, carefully moving his fingers across the keys in ascending and descending order. "From the center to the left, you’ll find the lower-pitched notes, and from the center to the right, the higher-pitched ones."

You played the scale slowly, your fingers guiding his with precision as each note sounded. "Listen to how the depth of the sound changes. It’s like the left side of the piano has a deep, resonant voice, while the right side has a lighter, brighter tone."

However, the blond didn’t seem to be paying attention to your explanation. Instead of focusing on the piano, his eyes had wandered to you, studying every detail of your face with an unexpected intensity.

He noticed the subtle layer of peach shimmer eyeshadow that highlighted your eyelids, how your long lashes fluttered delicately each time you blinked. His gaze lingered on the two small beauty marks resting on your left cheek, as if placed there by a careful brushstroke.

There was something about the way your face seemed to light up when you spoke about music, how your lips curved slightly as you explained each detail, that momentarily drew him into a trance.

"I can’t teach you if you’re not paying attention," you said with a faintly reproachful tone, turning your head to look at him directly. You had noticed his distant gaze, and a slight smile appeared on your lips—half amused, half challenging.

Tsukishima, far from intimidated, let a faint smile play across his lips. "I am paying attention," he replied calmly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you with shameless ease. "Just… not to what you’re playing."

You pursed your lips in disapproval, crossing your arms over your chest. "Then what are you paying attention to?"

His words came with the same calm as his gaze: "You."

The weight of his confession hit you with unexpected intensity. His eyes remained fixed on yours, unwavering, though the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him.

"Me?" you repeated, almost in a whisper, as the heat began to rise to your own face.

"Yes, you," he confirmed without hesitation, leaning toward you with a disarming naturalness. The closeness of his presence, the way his words were delivered with such sincerity, made you question whether he was being serious or if this was some kind of elaborate joke.

The laugh that escaped your lips was nervous, and you instantly realized how unnatural it sounded. You didn’t know what to say or how to react to the weight of what he had just revealed. Your gaze darted away, searching for something in the room to break the tension. But all you found was the empty echo of the space.

You were deeply grateful for the sound of the timer on your phone, marking the end of your practice session. A reprieve, a perfect excuse to break the awkward silence. "We have to go," you said firmly, standing up quickly and hurriedly packing your sheet music into your bag.

The weight of the conversation, however, didn’t disappear, and even with your hands busy organizing your things, you could feel the void left behind by his words. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. Without thinking much about it, you began walking down the hallway, your steps firm and quick, as if moving would somehow allow you to escape the intensity of the moment.

Tsukishima, for his part, didn’t seem to be in any rush. He followed in silence, his presence like a shadow by your side, though there was something about his demeanor that suggested he wasn’t about to let the conversation end so easily.

Your pace quickened, maybe in the hope that speed would help you escape the awkwardness, but Tsukishima’s presence, so close to you, made it impossible to focus on anything else. You could feel the faint vibration of his steps behind you, his shadow ever-present, his silence echoing in your ears like a persistent hum.

This feeling… you thought, sensing that strange knot in your stomach that seemed to make you falter for just a moment. You knew what it was, even if you had never wanted to admit it before. It’s Tsukishima, you told yourself in a mental whisper, as if naming it would make it easier to understand.

Your hands, which had been gripping your backpack tightly, began to sweat slightly. The warmth on your face didn’t fade; if anything, it seemed to grow with every passing second. It’s just Tsukishima, so why are you so nervous? But deep down, you knew that question didn’t have an easy answer.

Why does it feel like all my thoughts and emotions center around him? The idea of Tsukishima being so close to you, his presence surrounding you, became more than just a physical fact. The way his shadow moved alongside yours, his imposing yet quiet presence, began to shift your perception of the space around you.

You glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye. There he was, his gaze fixed ahead, yet somehow, you felt as though he was watching you too. He’s… handsome, you thought again, as if acknowledging it was some kind of revelation. I can’t deny that.

Something about the way he moved, the way his silence carried unspoken meaning, something in that calm and distant attitude, made him even more… alluring. But it wasn’t just that. There was something else, something you couldn’t quite put into words. It was as if, when he was near, the world around you faded slightly, leaving only his presence, his essence, and that quiet energy that affected you more than he probably realized.

Do I like Tsukishima? The question floated abruptly into your mind, a sudden wave of clarity that left you momentarily breathless. The blush that flooded your face caught you off guard, and for a moment, your mind went blank, unable to fully process what you had just thought.

The cold sweat on your hands turned into pressure, a weight in your chest that made you take another hurried step, as if it could somehow soothe the chaos unraveling inside you. But it didn’t.

“Why do you make me so nervous?” you murmured unconsciously, walking even faster. But you didn’t expect him to answer, much less in the way that he did.

“Why do you keep running?” Tsukishima caught up to you with one long stride, his voice closer than you expected. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to tire yourself out.”

“And what if I do get tired?” I replied with a sigh that sounded more exasperated than I intended, but my words lost some of their edge when I looked at him directly. Because, in looking at him, I realized what had been happening inside me. I liked him. And I didn’t know what to do with that truth.

“Do whatever you want,” Tsukishima replied, his tone returning to its usual register: distant, condescending, even a little mocking. Somehow, his unshakable attitude brought me a small sense of calm, though the confusion inside me still lingered. I forgot, for a moment, just how unbearably annoying he could be and how he always managed to make me feel slightly off balance. What an infuriating guy, I thought, though I couldn’t deny that, deep down, it was hard not to find something about him… addictive.

Finally, we arrived at the gym, and the familiar bustle of the other students gave me some relief. There they were, all caught up in their usual activities: some training, others chatting, and the routine unfolded with the same normalcy as always. The gym, with its heavy air of effort and focus, was the perfect refuge to push my restless thoughts away from what had just happened.

Author's note: I apologize if you found this chapter boring, it was difficult for me to write a scene where I had to describe feelings of love or flirtation between them, I'm very bad at this love thing.😿

[musetheapothecary]

following the sun

nishinoya yū x fem!reader

Summer is a yawn that has only just ended. You can feel its lethargy in the drag of your feet across the stone, the memory of its heat lingers beneath your summer-brown skin. It hangs honey-soft in the air, in the aroma of the lotus flowers and strawberry crêpe stands.

You lick a dollop of cream off your knuckle, tasting the salt of your sweat beneath its sweetness. A breeze rushes through your hair, its icy fingers a stark reminder of autumn's rapid approach. Goosebumps race up your arms, and you do your best to suppress your shivers.

“Are you cold?”

You lean into the arm at your side. “Just a little.”

Pops of colour, gunshot loud, spark across the flat black sky. The stars are hidden behind streaks of light, bursts of brilliant blue-red-yellow. Your ears ring with it all. You see twin fireworks behind your closed eyelids.

“Here's good, right?” Yū digs a sock-clad toe into the damp grass. There's a couple to your right, clapping along to the light display, and a trio of children further ahead, hands and faces sticky with red bean. “It's a bit wet, but here, you can sit on my—”

“It's fine,” you say, smile so large your cheeks ache with it.

You pull him down beside you, curling into him as your neck arches back, face to the sky. Yū's eyes are star-bright. He's always been larger than life, a burst of colour in the grey of your life. You can still remember the first time you'd seen him—it'd been summer then too, you'd had grass-stained knees and a missing tooth—and he'd rolled across the grass at your local park and knocked a volleyball right into your stomach. Through your hiccuped tears you'd thought him beautiful. And loud. He'd bought you an ice cream with the last of his pocket money to make up for it and talked your ear off about the merits of the Libero.

You drop the plush Kuromi—a gift won from a stall—in favour of taking his hand. You can feel the sweat on his palm and the anxious twitch of his fingers. His smile is brighter than all the fireworks combined.

The fingers of your free hand tangle in summer-tall grass.

“Can we stay here forever?”

Nishinoya's cheeks flush the same pink as your nails, the same nails you've taken to dragging lazily across his bare ankle. His head tilts back, spindling shadows spread out from his lashes and down to the tip of his nose. You reach out to trace a nail over that, too.

He hums, all lazy and sun-soft. “That'd be nice.”

In front of you your lemonade sweats in the heat, long forgotten. You can't seem to stop touching him.

It's a line you both crossed a while ago now, the twining of pinkies as you walk, hugs that last a moment too long, heads on shoulders and feet on laps.

But you want more. Much more.

You steel yourself, lick the lemonade off your lip, and swing a leg over his lap. It's a little awkward, a little stiff, given how tight your yukata presses your thighs together, but you manage. There are people around you but it's dark and Nishinoya has never cared much for modesty so you try not to trouble yourself with it. You hover above his lap for a heartbeat, shaking hands smoothing down your floral hem before settling on his broad shoulders.

His eyes, once lidded and lazy, blow wide enough to be ringed by white.

“Is this ok?” You whisper.

He grunts, dipping his chin, and the pink spreads from his cheeks down to his throat.

You lower yourself fully, thighs pressed to the soft cotton of his own. Tentative hands encircle your hips, knuckles white with tension.

“Yū-kun?”

“Yeah?”

You grin, lacing your fingers through the tuft of blonde at the crown of his head, so much softer than the summer grass. “I like-like you.”

He huffs a trembling laugh and tugs you firmly into his chest, knee bumping into the lemonade and sending a spill of it down to the earth. Neither of you notice.

“I like-like you too.”

“Yū-kun,” you say, a whisper pressed to the sunshine-gold of his yukata. “I'd like to kiss you.”

He stutters for a moment, fingers flexing around yours as a pretty shade of red creeps up his neck. “Okay.”

You press the ghost of a kiss to the freckles across the bridge of his nose and his breath leaves him in a single shuddering exhale. You dot another to his forehead, the shell of his ear, the point of his chin. When your lips finally meet his own a burst of orange-gold-red lights up the night sky and the crowd around you gasps in awe and you think to yourself this is it.

You'll remember this moment with startling clarity for the rest of your life.

You'll remember the sticky sweet of his lips, slightly stiff against your own, you'll remember the heat of his breath on your cheek and the tickle of ants crawling over your ankle and you'll remember the way your heart thudded in your chest.

You'll remember the night you fell in love with Nishinoya Yū.

[colourstreakgryffin]

If u still write for Haikyuu, I have this little yan!Sugawara x fem!reader concept: Reader is a new 1-2nd year at Karasuno who got dared to disguise as a boy and join the boys volleyball team as a dare but actually got in, so now she has to keep up her disguise until graduation. For some reason, the other boys dont realize and just think Reader is a really feminine dude with a manbun💀 (reader never cut her hair)

One time, Sugawara just accidently finds out reader's gender because he came over to her house once and reader PANICS. Like "OHMYGODPLEASEDONTTELLANYONEATSCHOOLABOUTHISISWEARI'LLDOLITERALLYANYTHING-" readers thinks shes cooked as hell basically (she kinda is)

(I'm sorry if this is too much, what I just wrote is a whole fanfic 💀)

Oh. Right! Okay, normal love(what I got from your follow-up). I do not like when the request is written for me but you know what. I really like this concept, it’s got so many Mulan vibes and I’m gonna do it! Thank you for the Haikyuu request, I haven’t written for Haikyuu in such a long time

Koshi Sugawara- Red Handed

Koshi Sugawara has really been suspicious of you since the first time you entered the Gymnasium… you proclaim you’re a boy, you do… look like one, no real feminine body parts so that’s a good sign but you’re also kinda curvy, kinda delicate and have a long man-bun. Well, he can’t really talk much about man buns… Asahi

However, he always felt like there was more with you than meets the eye, it is a feeling stirring in his gut for such a long time now yet it laid dormant for as long, out of how nonsensical it truly is. He just knew it, he just didn’t want to speak up

That’d just be plain rude

This day flies by as every other day, Koshi watching over and working with both Ukai and Daichi to watch over the second and first years of the volleyball club. Hinata and Kageyama eagerly but competitively throwing spikes and hits to each other over the court and the net. Tsukishima just listening to his dear friend, Yamaguchi‘s comments. Nishinoya and Tanaka making quite the big deal over Kiyoko giving them wet towels whilst basically worshipping her every breath, during the break the whole team are taking… but where are you?

Koshi wanted to explore where you are and find out why you always hid away after each break but he is way too polite and well-mannered to dare make his own big deal over you so whilst he watches you arrive back to the court… he thinks you’re odd, always thinks you’re odd. Such a feminine curvy ‘man’ you are, he wonders why but he doesn’t want to press on it too much

After a few more hours, the club finally closes off for the day and as every member begins to clean off, Koshi’s eyes naturally begun to smoothly follow you once more he is done packing up the team’s uniforms, whose is helping Tanaka put away the net on the net set into the storage closet

How weird… but not that important

Koshi is the last member of the club to leave, taking over specific maintaining and cleaning duties off the Coaches and Managers so they can get home and rest sooner, he always wishes to help them as they work so hard for him and the team. His footsteps lightly tap and skid on the slippery wood plane floor of the school’s infamous gymnasium

The keys jiggling loudly in his pant pockets as he checks over the private locker room, going a double check to ensure that no sensitive belongings or important items are left behind and well, yes. There was something… something of yours, your personal club jacket, spotted from the corner of his eyes at your changing locker

Koshi cannot just leave this behind as he picks it up smoothly, his thumbs tracing over the silky soft black fabric and reading over your last name stamped on the back. It’s not even just that, he can feel something harder in the pocket and finds out it’s your phone, making the need to give it back to you more urgent

He does know your address, as all personal information is written down then hidden away by Kiyoko for any possible emergencies. Since you’re also a member of the team, your number and address is dotted down like the rest, including himself

He knows it’s immortal to snoop through confidential information for unnecessary reasons but he doesn’t see it as anymore good to simply leave this possession in the gymnasium where it could possibly be taken by another Club’s members or a faculty member

Koshi, after a few seconds of deep thought and his eyes glued to the folded cellphone his hand is holding through the black club jacket’s pocket, decides that he must personally head to your home and deliver your valuable item himself as he doesn’t want to bother any of your friends nor any of his own teammates to drop it

Setting off on a grave trip to your place after pushing through his own moral thoughts screaming at him to just take your phone number and call you and tell you to come pick up your jacket holding your valuable phone, he can’t bring himself to do so as he locks up the gym slowly and steadily as well as with not even a loud breath leaving him. It’ll be okay

That’s all he tells himself

Koshi, after an almost painful walk with how heavy his heart is over his guilt and shame… he doesn’t know how long this trip took but he didn’t necessarily care, his hands and arms almost possessively clung on the jacket to ensure he won’t lose any little piece of it. He may be a bit suspicious off you but you’re a good kid at the end of the day

He reached a rather pretty looking house in the ordinary neighbourhood of this pretty little town calls theirs, bracing forward with an explanation buried in the wired nerves of his brain and edging on the tip of his tongue. Stopping right before the door, Koshi politely knocks

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock

Then silence falls upon himself and the already quiet household for a few long uncomfortable seconds until it swings open and his eyes widen in surprise… that… is you. This pretty girly girl before him, looks so much like you and the way she flinches and her hand tightens on the doorknob. He has a feeling it may just be you

The new member of the Volleyball club, the ‘boy’ whose man bun could give Asahi a run for his money. However, Koshi shoves it aside for now, suspecting it may just be a sister of yours and he is not one to create unwanted drama so he politely cracks a pretty smile and offers the jacket before saying

“Here, ma’am. This is for your brother”

You, going to pretend like you aren’t the boy who joined the club, takes the jacket and makes your voice as sweet and girly as possible to try deflect off your own awful deep impression of a male voice when you’re doing this longtime stupid dare at the club. Answering with a thank you, your mother ruins everything by merely saying

“Dokusha, honey! When you’re done at the door, come to the table! It’s time for dinner!”

That’s all Koshi needed to hear and all the locked away supscious he had, are rising from the deep soiled ground to explore… you’re a girl? Well, he kinda assumed so but he also hoped he was just tripping but he isn’t and he couldn’t be more… offended

It didn’t take long for you to begin panicking, like properly panicking as your mother didn’t even know what was truly going on from the kitchen in her peacefully cheerful oblivious little world. With a flustered face and much shame and regret and a weight of million apologises and begs for forgiveness, you begin mindlessly crying out

“OHMYGODPLEASEDONTTELLANYONEATSCHOOLABOUTTHISISWEARILLDOLITERALLYANYTHINGSUGAWARA-SAN!IWASDAREDTOATTENDTHECLUBBY MYFRIENDS,I’MSORRY!”

Koshi is quite mad at what he has found this very second as you spill out all your guts through begs for him to spare you, the truth about the ‘boy’ he had many suspicions on for such a while yet had always respected by never speaking on. You’re not a boy at all. You lied right to his face?! All for some dumb little dare from some friends! You don’t need to do this! You committed a minor case of fraud, something very immorally wrong

Whilst he is furious, he isn’t heartless

He gets that children like you make dumb mistakes. He makes dumb mistakes… a lot and he won’t throw the book at you for this, even if it’s wrong. He just will give you a long LONG lecture about why this is bad, to never do it again and work to try get you onto the girls’ Volleyball team. If you’re that interested in Volleyball

Koshi eventually manages to find his voice again after examining every part of you with his sharp eyes to remind himself once more that this is real, maintaining his usual composure and poise in a flash, as to not scare you off. He’s mad but he does kinda understand where you come from

“Dokusha… after dinner, do you have a minute to talk? We… need to discuss a number of things”

[bleach-your-panties]

๋࣭ ⭑Current Collabs⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

✖️ 🖤 = dark content

🤍 Blondes Have More Fun! 🎀 - @bleach-your-panties (me🫶🏽)

🖊chifuyu matsuno x reader

🖊izuru kira x reader

🖊kurapika kurta x reader

🖊️yuuji itadori x reader

🖊ryosuke kira x reader

🖊tetta kisaki x reader

🖊mirio togata x reader

🖊ran haitani x reader @ksakiswh0re-xo

tags: #🎀bhmf.collab xo🎀

🤍Fantastical Myths Collab🐦‍⬛ - ✖️🖤 @bleach-your-panties (me🫶🏽)

🖊the abhorrent tale of the scandalous semen six : seijoh 4 + kuroo tetsurou & kozume kenma

🖋️false prophets : geto suguru

🖊never be a wedding plan for the heartless : kisaki tetta @ksakiswh0re-xo

tags: #🐦‍⬛fantastic

🤍Yes Daddy💋 - @/mikage-rehoe

🖊the will to submit - noritoshi kamo x black!fem!reader

tags: #yesdaddycollab💋

🤍 Reddit-Inspired Collaboration - @/ohkento (disc.)

🖊aita (20 m) for fucking my best friend's girlfriend at our class reunion? i know it sounds weird, but listen - toge inumaki x fem reader x maki zenin ✖️🖤

tags: #kishibyesredditcollab

🤍Thank U, Next collab - @/fengxun

🖊bloodline - megumi fushiguro x fem reader

🖊fake smile - izuru kira x reader

tags: #tuncollab

🤍My Strange Addiction Collab - @/antizenin (disc.)

🖊yuu nishinoya x fem reader : addiction: foot fetish

tags: #antizeninsaddiction

🤍Girl Dads Collab - @/suyacho

🖊shuuhei hisagi

🖊armin arlert

tags: snow's collabs

🤍Underrated Characters Collab - @/honeybleed

🖊red raindrops - juuzou suzuya

🖊plaything - izuru kira & rose otoribashi (completed 3.29.24)

🖊crybaby - sen kaibara

🖊tastes like candy - rikido sato

🖊out of practice - tsutomu goshiki

🖊title tbd - roy mustang & maes hughes

🤍Emo Boyz Collab - @/manjibunny

🖊izuru kira x reader

🖋️ ulquiorra cifer x reader

🖋️sen kaibara x reader

🖋️shuuhei hisagi x reader

🖊draken x reader x mitsuya

🤍Scary Spaghetti - @/sincerelyzee

🖊shoto todoroki x reader

tags: #scaryspaghetti

๋࣭ ⭑Past Collabs⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

🤍House of Slimy Horrors - @/bastardblvd

🖊mind (and body) fuck - denki kaminari x fem reader x hitoshi shinsou✖️🖤

tags: #house of slimy horrors collab

🤍No Nut November - @/suyacho

🖊overtime - issei matsukawa x fem reader

๋࣭ ⭑Events (Dated) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

tags: #snow's collabs

[tojiis-hot]

haikyuu characters with black s/o hcs

including: kageyama, sugawara, tanaka, nishinoya, asahi, oikawa, iwaizumi, kenma

genre: fluff/comfort

a/n: <333

Kageyama

- one time he came over when you washed your hair and was soooo confused about the shrinkage.

Is still confused till this day

- he's actually bought you quite a few gifts but then changes his mind about giving them and just leaves them somewhere in his house

- he's nervous that you won't like the gift or that you might find him weird or something

Sugawara

-he helps you take out your braids

- would wait hours with you in the hair salon (or where you get your hair done) and Keep you company

- makes you feel so beautiful and makes sure he compliments you everyday

- helps detangle your hair

- is always buying you random gifts

Tanaka

- he sometimes plays with your curls without even realising when you guys are cuddling

- he likes to hold you and wrap his arms around you in public

- your name in his phone is 'mama's💯🥶🥵‼️😈

- he will catch if you throw it back

Nishinoya

- nishinoya loves to try and style you hair but gets frustrated when your hair doesn't cooperate

- loves watching anime with you especially the action ones

- noya gives you piggy back rides even if you're taller than him

- he loves making you laugh because it gives him butterflies 🦋

Asahi

- he loves when you play with his hair and when you style it

-he loves to take care of you like bring you food/ go grocery shopping and bring you little snacks

- he will constantly reassure you and tell you that he loves you and supports you no matter what

- he loves to walk you to school every morning and back after school

Oikawa

- would help you wash your hair if you wash his

- would try and learn more about your culture

- absolutely lovesssss the foods you make him

- wants you to teach him how to cook and would buy all the ingredients and invite you over his house for a cook day

- he's actually really goofy when it's just you two (it's so cute 😚)

Iwaizumi

- is the type if you tell him/say something like a small detail he would remember it

-he would buy you gifts then later be embarrassed to give it to you

- like one time he came with you to the hair shop and you saw some eco styler/gummy/whatever that you wanted to try but you didn't buy it

- so he bought it for you and would just leave it in a place where you would find it or just pass it to you like "here" and walk off

- he likes having deep conversation with you and finding out new stuff about you

Kenma

- he won't really tell you, but he loves when you cuddle him whilst he's playing his game

(unless your blocking his view)

- he always wears a hairband on his wrist in case yours snaps (again)

- bought you a comb for Christmas because he saw you break your comb once... okay multiple times

- sometimes wonders at night why you like him and how he's so lucky that you're together.

[chaoticevilorange]

Haikyuu

Haikyuu boys x reader scenarios

Videogames: fight games

Taking care of his s/o

Slow dancing with his s/o

Rainy days

Taking care of you during your period

Watching an episode without him

Caught in the rain

Soft kisses

Little accident

Stealing kisses

Stealing time (slight NSFW)

He gets sick

Romance movie cliché

His s/o having weird manners

Comforting his s/o after a nightamare

Reactions to getting piercings

You sleep at his place for 1st time

Jealous hq boys (highschool steamy edition)

Watching a sad movie with you

What kind of thirst trap does he sends you

He and his team see you play

Asking you to move in with them

How he acts after he realises he’s falling for you

Playing among us with the haikyuu boys

Colombian or hispanic s/o short drabbles

His s/o gives him a love bite

You walk on them while they change (as friends)

He walks on you while you change (as friends)

You kiss him in front of his team

First thing in the morning

What domestic chore he hates most

First time spending the night with you

He realises he’s falling for you

They watch a scary movie with you

Jealous hq boys (time skip steamy edition)

You ask if he can help you with your sunblock

You smack his ass (suggestive)

They wake up on your chest

They catch you staring

Cuddling sessions

First kiss

They help you to study

Falling asleep on their lap

Special events

500 followers: MSBY Proposal

400 followers: first time (slight nfsw)

300 followers: Inarizaki´s new addition

Shiratorizawa´s sweet/badass manager

Captains as husbands; Daichi, Oikawa, Ushijima, Kuroo, Bokuto, Kita

His s/o calling them petnames for the first time (only nekoma)

200 followers: Day off

Kabedon scenarios: Ushijima, Sakusa and Suna

100 followers: How he reacts to you calling him “husband”

Friendship headcanons; being childhood friends with the twins

Chat: Miya twins

Chat: Kageyama & Daichi

Characters hc and one shots

Tsukishima Kei:

Steps back

Tsukishima Kei x reader

Suna Rintarō:

Suna Rintaro x reader

Where he left you

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Manhandled

Visiting your family (fem spanish/latin s/o)

Iwaizumi Hajime x reader fluff

His s/o is a heat thief

Kita Shinsuke:

His to love (smut)

Kita Shinsuke x reader fluff

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Interview

How he reacts when someone kiss your forehead

Ushijima Wakatoshi x reader fluff

Sakusa Kiyoomi:

Love is blindness

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers

Bokuto Kōtaro:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

MSBY Black Jackals: Friends to lovers

Bokuto Kōtaro x reader fluff

Miya Atsumu:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

You didn’t knew he was a volleyball player (time skip Atsumu)

Friends to lovers headcanons

Late valentine’s day

Miya Osamu:

Osamu Miya x reader

Osamu x reader fluff request

Hinata Shoyo:

MSBY Black Jackals: How you meet

Hinata Shoyo x reader fluff

Kenma Kozume:

Special request : he visits you in the hospital

Kenma Kozume x reader fluff

Oikawa Tōru:

Jealous

Oikawa Toru x Gn!reader

Various

Asahi Azumane x reader

Daichi Sawamura x reader

Nishinoya Yū x reader

Yamaguchi Tadashi x reader

Kuroo Tetsuro x reader

Satori Tendou x reader

Sugawara Kōshi x reader

Akaashi Keiji x reader

Tobio Kageyama x reader

I think that’s all, if you notice the fanfic or hc doesnt matches the redirected URL please let me know! 😉✨

Thanks for reading! 🐨✨💖

[kozu-chan]

𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶

nishinoya x fem!reader

content warnings: mentions of slight injury, ooc chracters (ig?) bc there's a ton of apologizing), hand holding, and noya being smooth lol

"WOAH WATCH OUT!" before you can even process what you hear, you feel a gust of wind and a force knocking you down.

"ouch! that really hurt!" you groan and try to push off the person who knocked you over. you groan in pain again and turn your head to glare at the perpetrator. surprisingly, he's kind of cute... and familiar. he's wearing a white t-shirt with characters in black font saying "one man army", and some loose black shorts. his black hair spiky and has a really cute tuft of bleached blond in the front and-

"nishinoya! are you okay?" you're snapped out of your thoughts by his friend who yells as he runs up to the two of you. "look what you've done! you ran over a pretty girl!" he turns to you and bows respectfully. "i'm so sorry for him-"

"I'M SO SORRY FOR RUNNING INTO YOU I JUST WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION AND I DON'T HAVE MUCH CONTROL WHEN I RUN THIS FAST AND I WANTED TO WIN BECAUSE I WAS RACING AGAINST RYU!" the guy who you assume is nishinoya quickly shouts his apology and scrambles onto his feet to apologize further. you realize he's fairly short, shorter than you would expect him to be, but also muscular, something you could distinguish ever since you felt his arms against you before he got up.

"it's okay!" you quip, stopping him before he could spew out any more apologies or explanations. "as you said, it was an accident. i just need some help up..." you glance at your leg and wince at the bruises and scratch you see forming, "and maybe a band-aid."

nishinoya's eyes widen and he quickly helps you up. "i'm sorry again. especially because i hurt you! let me take you to the nurse's office." you nod gratefully, feeling a little flustered at the fact that a cute boy is helping you out. "i'm nishinoya yu by the way! and that's," he gestures to his friend "is-" "tanaka ryuunosuke. it's nice to meet you and we're sorry we caused this!" tanaka interjects, smiling at you bashfully.

"i'm l/n y/n and it's nice to meet you too! you don't have to keep apologizing by the way." you hold onto nishinoya, freezing a little bit when you notice his blush. "oh sorry, i just need to hold onto you for a bit. my leg kinda hurts and you said you'd take me to the nurse..."

nishinoya grins. "yeah! i will. leave it to me!" he dramatically points to himself, making you giggle.

"i guess i'll go to the gym and tell daichi you'll be late. see ya! and nice to meet you, l/n!" tanaka waves to the both of you and heads towards the gym.

"gym? daichi?" you quiz, looking at nishinoya as he helps you. "oh right! you're on the volleyball team, right? i knew you two looked familiar!" nishinoya nods. "yeah! i play libero!" he looks really proud. man he looks really cute!

"i've watched a few games since some of my friends are fans too. you're really good! i actually love watching you play." you compliment. throughout the walk, the two of you talk about volleyball and get to know each other, not even noticing how you ended up holding hands.

"do you still need me to help you into the room?" his question makes your heart flutter. you don't want him to leave, but you also don't want him to be even later to practice. you take a few seconds to think about it, letting your more selfish side win. "yes please." you look down, noticing the way your hand fits perfectly in his. "oh! sorry i didn't even realize..." you trail off, feeling flushed and embarrassed.

"oh it's okay. i didn't even realize. i don't mind at all!" his hand squeezes yours as he helps you sit on the chair and explain what happened to the nurse.

after she begins helping you, you glance at him and his cute grin as he observes the scene in front of him. "are you leaving soon? i don't want you to be later than you already are."

a frown graces his face, but he replies anyway. "i guess i should. i don't wanna leave a pretty girl like you just yet... can i get your number?"

this makes you incredibly flustered, but you nod and give enter your number in, wincing as the nurse applies disinfectant and bacitracin on the scratch on your leg. "thanks nishinoya! good luck with practice! uhhh don't hurt yourself and i'll see you tomorrow?"

"yeah i'll definitely see you tomorrow, pretty girl."

you can't believe that the cute boy you've grown to like watching crashed into you and has a crush on you <3

[r0zyp0zy0zy]

can you do prompt 30 with tadashi?

“Sit Back, and Relax”

Masterlist

This only took 30 years… I rushed the ending a bit but I just wanted to get it done! I hope you enjoy c:

Words: 2980+

Warnings: handjob, stripper!reader, nervous Yamaguchi

Ft. Yamaguchi Tadashi x FEM!reader, Tsukkishima, Kinoshita, Ennoshita, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Shimizu, ‘Lolipop’

Summary: Yamaguchi gets dragged to a strip club for his birthday and you take an interest in him

Notes: f/c is ‘favourite colour’ for your stripper name (f/c velvet, or just ‘velvet’)

Apparently, not going a the strip club after Yamaguchi turned 18 was illegal. At least according to his friends. He managed to escape the peer pressure for a year, but on his 19th birthday he had no convincing excuses. It was mainly Tanaka and Nishinoya's idea, and they managed to drag some of Karasuno along. Hinata was in Brazil, and Kageyama was busy with his volleyball team so the chaotic duo wouldn't make it. Tsukishima begrudgingly tagged along because 'Tsukki pleeease 🥺 it's my birthday and I want my bestest friend to support me 🥺'. Ennoshita and Kinoshita were able to make it as well, albeit a little awkward because they weren't into the party scene. Kiyoko decided to come too, only so she could 'babysit' Tanaka so he wouldn't start fights with other dudes.

Yamaguchi grumbled to himself as he exited his car, clicking his keychain a few times to lock the doors. He wasn't well versed in dressing for the club, so he decided on a black dress shirt with matching black pressed pants. He took a gulp of air and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Hey, birthday boy," Ennoshita grinned as he approached Tadashi, Kinoshita trailing beside him.

Tsukishima strolled behind them and gave Yamaguchi a nod that said 'happy birthday. I wish I wasn't here'.

"Uhm, where are the others?" Yamaguchi asked to no one in particular.

"Probably already inside..." Kinoshita replied.

The four of them lined up at the club door and let the bouncer check their IDs before opening the door into a dimly lit foyer. After Yamaguchi's eyes adjusted, he scanned over the bar and the dance floor, sucking in a breath when he saw a stage with a pole smack in the middle of it. He could hear Nishinoya and Tanaka singing loudly to the music playing, and he followed the noise until he spotted the two. Kiyoko was sitting on a couch near them, ignoring them to look at her phone.

"Oh hey," she said calmly when she looked up. "You're all here. Happy birthday, Yamaguchi."

"T-thanks," the nervous man replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "It feels wrong being in here."

"Don't worry!" Tanaka said, slinging an arm around Yamaguchi's shoulders. "You'll have a great time!"

Nishinoya nodded vigorously at him as the other guys made themselves comfortable on the lounge chairs. Tadashi nervously glanced around at all of the people, mostly men pointing and making comments at the girls who walked around in short cocktail dresses. Him and Tsukishima made their way over to the bar, trying to ignore the crowds of people. Tanaka would call Yamaguchi boring if he knew that he ordered a beer instead of something stronger, but he wasn't all that keen on getting super drunk; maybe just tipsy.

"I just wanna be at home and watch a movie or something," Yamaguchi said to the blonde next to him, who was nursing his own beer.

"Yeah," Tsukishima sighed. "Y'gotta learn how to put your foot down, you know."

"I know," Tadashi laid his cheek on his arm. "But I gotta get out of my comfort zone sometimes."

A hand on his shoulder made him look back, Nishinoya grinning wildly at him. "Guess what? The show's about to begin"

Yamaguchi was dragged over to the seats around the dance stage, and he nervously sat between Noya and Tsukki, Tanaka holding Shimizu in his lap a few seats down. He blushed once he realized he was directly at the front of the stage, and he suddenly wished that he could curl up into a ball. Tadashi's friends gave him some yen to give tips to the dancers, and his ears burned whenever he leaned forward to put some cash on the stage. Nishinoya, the little shit, made sure that all the dancers were aware that it was Tadashi's birthday, explaining excitedly that it was his first time going to a club.

Yamaguchi almost had a heart attack when during a dance, a girl with the stage name 'lollipop' started peeling off her clothes. Tanaka buried his face into Shimizu's shoulder to hide his gaze, and Tsukki just raised his eyebrows at Tadashi and smirked. With blazing cheeks he slid some yen on the stage, panicking when the dancer lightly stepped on his hand with a stilettoed shoe, and he instinctually looked up just in time to catch her throw a wink at him.

"Oh look, f/c Velvet is next," a man several seats away from Yamaguchi murmured once Lollipop had swept up all her cash and left the stage. "She's a house favourite, I hear."

Still in your tiny cocktail dress, you sultrily made your way over to the pole and made a show of wiping it down with some chalk, revealing the panties beneath your dress. He could definitely see why you were a house favourite, working the pole gracefully in your platform heels. You were absolutely gorgeous and Yamaguchi felt like he wasn't worthy of being in your presence. You lip-synched to the music as you made your way around the stage, smiling Noya when he yelled 'hey Velvet!!'. You lent over as you looked at Noya.

"What d'ya need, baby boy?" You asked in a sweet voice.

"It's my buddy's birthday today!" Nishinoya said, wrapping an arm around Yamaguchi's shoulders and pointing to his chest.

"Mm, is that so?" You said thoughtfully. "Then I guess he should be the one to unzip my dress, don't'cha think?"

Tadashi gulped as you turned around and squatted down, and he stood up to shakily pull the zipper open to expose your back. He apologized with a squeak when he accidentally grazed your smooth skin with his fingers and he sat back down.

"Thanks, baby," you said as you stood back up, stepping out of your dress. You bent forwards to give Tadashi an eyeful of your breasts, and gave him a soft boop on the nose.

Yamaguchi's friends cheered for him, and he warily slid the last of his yen onto the stage. You bit your lip and winked at him before going back to your routine, making eye contact with him several more times throughout your dance. He went back to the bar with Tsukki and Noya after that, and a booklet was promptly shoved into his hands.

"Pick a girl for your private dance," Noya demanded, and Yamaguchi nearly choked.

"Eh- wh-what?!" Yamaguchi's face flushed a brilliant red as he peered down at the book.

"Ryu and I are paying for it!" Noya reassured, "plus, it's your birthday so there's a little discount."

"A private dance, hm?" You snuck up behind Noya.

"Yeah! For Tadashi!" Noya grinned, blushing. "Although he's being a party pooper and refusing to look through the booklet."

"H-hey!" Yamaguchi protested, "it just feels wrong to look through, like I'm ordering food from a menu."

His breath hitched when he saw you step closer to him, reaching out a hand to lay on his arm. You moved your lips to his ear and whispered, "how about I give you a dance, hm? How would you like that?"

A shiver ran down his spine and he nodded dumbly, mouth slightly agape. You giggled and closed his jaw, taking a hold of his collar. Noya gave Tadashi a fistful of cash and shooed him off, letting you drag Yamaguchi towards the private rooms.

"D'you know Noya or something?" Tadashi asked as you walked him down the hall. "Th-the one with a patch of blonde."

"Yeah, we met through some friends and once he found out where I was working he began to stop by whenever he wasn't travelling. To support me," you explained, opening a door labeled 'f/c Velvet' into a dimly lit room with a circular lounge chair. "Oh, and call me y/n."

You sat him down on the plush couch and straddled his lap, laying your forearms on his shoulders. He gulped nervously at your proximity.

"We've got thirty minutes, baby boy. So, what's it gonna be?" You asked, grinning as his cheeks turned redder.

"U-uh, I'm not sure. Uhm, whatever you feel like right now," Tadashi stuttered, hoping that you couldn't feel his erection forming against your crotch.

"Alright, Tadashi," you said sultrily, licking your lips. "Just sit back, and enjoy."

You turned on your Bluetooth speaker, and looked back at Yamaguchi. The strap of your dress fell off your shoulder as you walked towards him. You sat yourself on his lap, back facing him so he could unzip the piece of cloth for the second time. After you glided back off his lap, you slowly slid the small dress off your figure, letting it pool at your feet before you sat on Yamaguchi's lap again, facing him so you could grab the back of his head to pull his face into your breasts. You ground down on his lap and even though you had done this hundreds of times, you felt giddy when his erection grazed your panties. A grin split your face when you heard the man below you whimper, and you pulled his face back to rest your forehead on his, tugging at his hair.

"H-holy," Tadashi gasped under his breath.

"Y'can hold my waist, baby," you whispered into his ear. "Go on and hold my waist."

He did as he was told and gently placed his hands on you, immediately being reminded of the fact that he hadn't touched a girl like this since those mandatory dances in middle school.

"You're so soft and gentle," you murmured. "I like it."

Tadashi blushed deeper at your words and could only squeak in response. The fabric of your panties felt unfamiliar on his palms as he helped guide you back and forth on his lap, trying to enjoy your service without worrying much about how you'd probably much rather be doing something else.

You didn't usually get horny with clients, but Tadashi felt different in some way. He was so gentle and didn't push for anything that it gave you butterflies. You didn't want the boy beneath you to notice how wet you were, so you got up and sat behind him, legs on either side of his hips. Leaning in to rest your chin on his shoulder, you carefully wrapped your arms around his torso and ran your palms up and down his chest.

"Are you sensitive here?" You whispered as your fingers found their way to Tadashi's nipples.

"A-a little," he stiffened at your touch.

He inwardly cursed that he was a whiner, and keened quietly as you thumbed at his nipples. He froze as you pressed a wet kiss to his neck and he couldn't help but arch his back slightly and moan.

"Well aren't your little noises cute," you purred into his ear. "Makes me want to hear more." Your hands trailed down farther, stopping just above his dress pants, "want to touch you down here."

"Oh, y-you don't have to," Tadashi gave a nervous laugh, gulping when your hand reached down and cupped his clothed erection. "B-but if you want to, t-then sure."

"That's all I needed to hear," you said softly.

You palmed him over his pants and grinned when you felt him twitch. Carefully unbuckling his belt, you heard Tadashi let out a shaky breath. You slowly pulled down his zipper, moving to unclasp his button so you could get a glimpse of what you were working with.

"Pull them down," you instructed.

Tadashi obeyed and shuffled his pants down until the waistband was just under his boxers. He chirped when you palmed him again, this time one layer less protecting him from your touch. His eyes went wide when you slid the waistband down, and he silently dragged them further down his legs for you. He groaned quietly when his cock was fully exposed, and he felt your watchful eyes from over his shoulder.

You carefully pulled down his foreskin and collected some of his pre on your finger to gently rub his glans. Tadashi moaned loudly and immediately clapped a hand over his mouth.

"Nuh-uh," you cooed. "I want to hear you, baby."

Tadashi reluctantly dropped his hand to his side, and watched with big eyes as your hand glided over his dick.

"Noya has told be a bit about you," you hummed in his ear. "When you played volleyball back in high school together."

"W-what did he say?" Tadashi gulped.

"Said that you were scared of cute girls. That why you're nervous around me?" You grinned.

"U-uh, well not exactly scared but... whenever a girl would talk to me they'd always want me to intro- oh~ -introduce them to Tsukki," Yamaguchi hiccuped.

"Well lucky you," you purred, pumping his cock. "You caught my eye."

"I-I think-" Tadashi moaned "-think imma cum."

"Already?" You said, slowing your pace. "If you give me your number after this then I'll let you cum. ~"

"Yeah, sure thing," he huffed. "Please let me cum."

"We'll need to train your body to last longer the next time I see you, hm?" You picked up your pace, a wet shulking noise filling the room. You kissed up and down his neck, licking wet stripes along his jaw and sucking lightly on the side of his neck.

"Oh shit," he whimpered under his breath, hands turning into fists. "G'nna cum."

"Cum for me then, 'Dashi," you whispered into his ear. "Touch your nipples."

He did as he was told, and his head leaned back onto your shoulder. He whined and squeezed his eyes shut, quiet moans escaping his lips as more pre oozed out of his dick.

"Your cock is so pretty; all flushed and pink," you hummed. "Throbbing in my hand."

Yamaguchi let out a small strangled moan and arched his back away from your front, clamping his fingers on his nipples. White ropes landed on his stomach, and he slouched back onto you as his high faded. He whined tiredly when you didn't stop, and he yelped as you started playing with his glans.

"O-okay, I-I think you can stop now," Tadashi stuttered. "Um, do you have any tissues?"

"I'll take care of that," you said in a sultry whisper.

You peeled yourself away from Yamaguchi's back, and kneeled in front of him. You watched as his eyes widened in recognition as you inched closer to his abdomen. Your tongue slithered up his stomach and collected his cum, maintaining eye contact. You left a hickey on his hip bone as a parting gift, and sat back up. You grabbed some baby wipes and carefully cleaned up any remains of his semen.

"Holy shit," Yamaguchi sighed once you threw the wipes in the trash. "Um, I didn't know that strippers did, uh, that."

"I don't," you hummed as you sat back beside him. "I've never given a client any of that special treatment before..."

"What?" Yamaguchi's eyes widened owlishly at your confession. "You- what?"

"Mhm," you grinned slyly at him. "Was it any good? I haven't been sexually active in awhile..."

"Um yeah. I don't have much to go off of, but that was amazing," Yamaguchi blushed.

"Anyway, I believe you promised me your number?" You prompted.

After receiving Tadashi's number, insisting that he didn't have to pay for the session, and putting your dress back on, the two of you walked out of your room together to find his friends. Yamaguchi's face was a cute shade of pink as he shuffled his way over to his buddies.

"Sooo," Noya dragged, pulling an arm around Yamaguchi's shoulders. "How'd it go?"

Tadashi was kind of frozen, ears reddening as he tried to stutter out a meek, "g-good."

"Here's your cash back," you handed Noya the wad of cash.

"Nice!" He grinned. He was definitely a bit more than tipsy. "G'na spend this on a hot chick tonight." Noya waddled away.

"So?!" Tanaka grinned wildly. "How much did you get to see?!"

"U-um..." Tadashi gulped.

"Well, he didn't see much more than you did on stage," you said. "But we definitely had a good time."

Tsukishima's eyebrows shot up, and Yamaguchi curled into himself in embarrassment.

"Hell yeah!" Tanaka cheered, giving him a strong slap on the back.

"I had a fun time," you murmured into Tadashi's ear. "Expect to get a call sometime tomorrow, kay?" You called out as you walked away, waving back to a still incredibly embarrassed Yamaguchi.

"Dude, you got her number?!" Tanaka awed. "How did you manage that?!"

"Um actually," Tadashi scratched his cheek. "She got mine..."

"Dude!!!" Tanaka squealed, and Shimizu looked up from her phone to give him a wack on the arm.

"You're one lucky man," Tsukishima commented as the two friends walked out of the club together. "Congrats."

"I think I'm still in shock," Tadashi replied. "Her hands were so soft..."

"Y'get a handjob or something? You're like a tomato," Tsukishima smirked.

"uHm," Tadashi squeaked. "Y-yeah..."

"Damn," Tsukishima shook his head thoughtfully. "Maybe I should go back in and ask for one."

"Y/n said that they don't normally do stuff like that... like she said that she hasn't ever given a client anything more than a striptease and a lap dance before," Yamaguchi explained, flustered.

"'Shame," Tsukishima sucked in a breath. "Anyways, my train leaves soon so I gotta run. Happy birthday, yams."

Tadashi cheered goodbye as his friend walked away, and he walked to his own car. He had only a few sips of beer, so he plugged his keys into the ignition and drove off, all the while grinning madly thinking of the next time he would see you.

[thatwasntverycashmoneyofme]

—𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺

`𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭?.. 𝘪’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’

♧↝𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 ♤↝𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 ♡↝𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♢↝𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄

⁂ 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗒𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾. (♡)

[fizziedoodle]

dating Haikyuu! moodboard

𖡎☁☀☂☀☁𖡎

Karasuno

dating shoyo hinata pt.2

dating tobio kageyama pt.2

dating kei tsukishima pt.2

dating tadashi yamaguchi pt.2

dating yū nishinoya pt.2

dating asahi azumane

dating koshi sugawara

dating ryūnosuke tanaka pt.2

dating daichi sawamura pt.2

dating keishin ukai pt.2

Aoba Jōsai Kōkō

dating toru oikawa pt.2

dating hajime iwazumi pt.2

Fukurodani

dating kotarō bokuto pt.2

Nekoma

dating tetsurō kuroo pt.2

dating kenma kozume pt.2

[witchybnha-noya]

Party Animals

Here’s my first fic ever! It’s a Nishinoya x Fem!reader where they are at a Halloween party and after years of pining over each other they finally get together. I'm so sorry this was so late! It was due on like the 19th... but here it is!

Song inspiration is from White Tie Affair's 'Take it home'

This is for the wheel-of-misfortune Collab with @cyancherub! Please Minors do not interact!! +18 only! I will know and I will ban you! (maybe not but it sounds intimidating at least) 

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CW/TW: degradation, oral (M+F), breath play, face sitting (F receiving), 69ing, hair pulling, couple of nicknames because I can’t choose one, overstimulation (F receiving), slight accidental edging, unprotected sex (usually I'd try to be better about that but this all happened so fast. Always wrap it before you tap it!)

The ending is really messy honestly I'm putting a warning on it because this was my first official smut and I don't know how to write lol

Lemme know if I missed any, I want to make sure that I got everything in case it’s not your thing and you don’t like it 

You’re staring at yourself in the mirror, you look fucking hot. You cannot wait to head out to your crazy best friend Tanaka’s Halloween party. Tonight, you’re going to show everyone just how sexy you can be. Last year you went as a really cute witch and the year before that you were a typical vampire. Nothing too risque because you were still trying to find yourself. Well this year you know who you are and you love the way you look in this adorable, skimpy, tight waisted kitty costume. Complete with an adorable bell around your neck and soft ears with a matching tail. You sit yourself in your vanity chair to touch up your makeup before you go, taking extra care with the small whiskers and nose you’ve drawn on your face. Your bright red lipstick contrasts with the black suit and white and black ears but you feel nothing less than like Catwoman herself ready to prowl the night. Your kitten-heeled boots clack against the linoleum floor as you make your way to the door and down to your friend’s car where Yachi and Kiyoko wait. You’re not sure why they insisted on driving when you could have easily just walked, but you were thankful for the ride.

“Holy shit Y/N, you look HOT!” Yachi yells from the front seat as she sees you come outside of your apartments. 

Noya was doing his finishing touches of a nose and whiskers while Tanaka was running around in the background finishing setting up his house for the famed party of the year. 

“DUDE! Do you think that I should put the fake spiders on the webs or leave them across the table with the food?” Tanaka screamed at Noya. Noya turned around looking at the completely decorated filled rooms. It looked like Halloween threw up all over their shared house, it looked good nonetheless. If there was anything that Tanaka was really good at other than volleyball, it was decorating. Who knew?

“I dunno man, it all looks great so far! Probably split the difference and put a couple on the web and then leave the rest on the table.” Noya said, finished with the small amount of makeup and fixing his ears.

“OH! That’s a great idea! See this is why I keep you around!” Screaming again, Tanaka started moving some fake spiders around. “So, you excited for tonight? You gonna finally talk to her about it?”

“Psshh, you know she wouldn’t want me! There’s no way that I'm her type, so I'll just chill with Asahi since I assume you’ll be all over Kiyoko” Noya teased back, hoping the blush on his face wasn’t super noticeable.

“OH COME ON DUDE! You know that’s not true, I mean have you seen the way she looks at you?! Like just talk to her about it already! You may be surprised!” 

Noya definitely hoped so, but he didn’t want to risk the awesome friendship you had going, so the chances of anything happening were little, right?

The party had started only a few minutes before you got there. Everyone was here though completely excited for this time of year and looking forward to seeing each other again. Not only was your team, where you went to school with Yachi supporting her and the team by going to each game. But Nekoma, Fukurodani, and even some of the players from Aoba Johsai, Shiratorizawa, Date Tech, Johzenji, and Inarizaki. Let's just say, the house was packed. Everyone in their respected costumes, some without any costumes at all and just here for the party. Just about everyone you saw was coupled up, and those that weren’t already couples you could see becoming one in the future. For example, Yachi and Terushima, they weren’t quite together but you knew exactly how Yachi felt about him after many nights of wine and gossip. It started making you feel rather lonely, you knew who you wanted to be with but you always kept skirting around the situation. 

You grabbed a drink in the kitchen from Kuroo thanking him, he winked at you and went back to making sure that he is the designated bartender. You made your way with your drink to the living room makeshift ‘dance floor’. There you see Kageyama and Hinata in their couple costumes of typical vampire and human tropes. They stopped being secretive about their relationship ages ago and were basically grinding on each other to the music. One might have thought that they were in their own little world just appreciating each other’s company. You envied them, that kind of relationship and fun that they seemed to be having.

You weren’t the only one who noticed them, however, especially because you felt his presence near you. He just gave off one of those vibes that you couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing exactly who it was by your side. 

“Fancy seeing you here.” Noya said, smirking looking blatantly at your costume with a look in his eyes you can’t seem to pinpoint. It made you giggle despite yourself and blush while you shuffle your feet feeling weighed down by his stare. “Damn Y/N you look really good, I hope that doesn’t come across bad or anything… I just really am having a hard time taking my eyes off you.”

“Thanks Noya, yeah I thought I’d try something new this year.” you chuckle.

“Yeah, I like it.” He says mostly under his breath, but you’re close enough that you can hear him. A smile is stuck to your face as you start to stand a little straighter reaching up to his full height. He’s smaller than normal but you’re about the same height so it doesn’t bother you very much. In fact it was one of the main things you really liked about him and you liked him a lot. It’s been years that you’ve been harvesting this crush for him, but he always seemed to be hanging out with Asahi or going after Kiyoko. You never felt that you had much of a chance, but by the way he’s looking at you makes you think otherwise. Just maybe…

“Hey Noya, would you like to dance? I mean you are dressed as a cute puppy, it seems only fitting right?” The small bit of alcohol you had encouraged you to be a little more flirtatious than usual as you tease him about his costume. 

“Excuse you, it's a werewolf costume not a puppy! Sly little minx.” He said as his eyes lit up, meeting yours, as he grabbed your drink from you, placing it down next to his on the food table. Completely forgetting about them when he took your hand in his and led you away from your standing position, barely letting his eyes leave yours. You laugh as you follow him, excited and letting the slight bit of alcohol make you brave.

“Well I still think it’s cute.” You wink at him, you’re pretty sure you saw a blush spread across his cheeks but the lighting in the dance floor was just a little too dark. You both start to dance individually just moving your bodies to the music. There’s no particular order or sexyness to what you’re doing, just letting the music take you. 

You can feel his eyes on you, so you know that everything you’re doing is right so far. You decide that maybe tonight is the night to tell him. You build up your courage and wiggle your finger in a come hither motion to him. As he moves closer to you, you can see the smile adorned on his face so bright and welcoming, but tonight there’s a small glint of devilishness in his eyes. Makes you wonder if your theory is correct. 

As the next song comes on, you don’t know if you recognize it but it’s got a great beat and your hips are already moving to the rhythm. As you feel that Noya is close enough you turn around and start to drop your hips to the beat against him. He reels back for a second taken off guard but quickly recovers and holds onto your hips moving you the way he would like. Clearly Noya is still a little nervous so you help him out by reaching your hand back to his neck and arching your back into him. 

“It’s okay Noya, I like you and I want this to happen. Is that okay?” You ask brazenly, unsure of where your courage seeped out of you, hoping that it was the right thing. You felt the breath that Noya was holding against your neck.

“Oh Y/N, It’s more than okay, I like you too, you have no idea…” He trails off letting his hands squeeze your hips a little as reassurance. Clearly Noya knows the song because as the chorus starts he whispers it in your ear as you both start to grind to the music, desperate for each other’s warmth.

“Ice ice melt your hot, baby girl let down your guard, rush rush on that touch, just one taste can’t get enough” The lyrics to the song encourage you to move a little faster and harder to the beat so that he knows you’re enjoying it. That same lyric plays again and again making your repetitive movements even more smooth and fun for you. You start to feel a heat at your backside and subconsciously seek it. You hear a slight gasp and then a growl come from the man behind you as he pulls you even closer against him. Feeling the heat from your face at the actions move down between your legs you decide to turn around in his arms so you can face him. This allows you to look at his distraught and heated face of his own, making you more courageous as you move against him again. You push your chest into his and start to roll your body to the song, letting it take over your movements again. 

Noya’s hands find purchase on your waist this time bringing you closer, if even possible, and pulls his knee up just slightly between your thighs. This way you’re now able to grind on his thigh and he can feel just barely how wet you are through your costume. This makes him groan and lean into your neck as he turns his head towards your ear.

“Y/N, if you keep that up sweetness I won’t be able to last very long.” He whispers in your ear, pulling you back and forth by the waist to let you feel the friction between your thighs. 

“Then maybe we should take this somewhere else?” you whimper, looking in his eyes for any type of discomfort, only to find that his eyes are mostly black and filled with lust.

“I would like nothing more.” He says with a smirk and grabs your hand, leading you from the dance floor and to his room upstairs. You giggle at his haste and follow behind very closely.

You and Noya get to his room and the second that the door closes you’re on each other again, kissing so heavily you can’t really breathe. It makes your pussy clench around nothing and you can feel how wet you are on your thighs. Noya breaks the kiss for the need of air and just starts smiling, looking you up and down hungrily. He pulls you to the bed and sits you on his lap just over the edge so you can start grinding on him again.

Noya was just staring at you, he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’s wanted this for years; wanted you for years. On his lap, you start moving your hips on top of his, feeling his hardened length underneath you. Your grinding is stopped by Noya’s hands as he pulls down the zipper to your costume, your kitten-healed boots next to fully declothe you. Once the one piece is off what’s left is your stockings and your matching lace panties.

“Oh my god, Y/N you’re so fucking beautiful.” He moans as he grabs at your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. The friction against your meeting hips is driving you crazy as you’re basically humping each other. “My sluttly little kitty cat, all hot and bothered for me aren’t cha?” he chuckles as you nod your head desperately, wiggling in his hold to get his hands anywhere other than your waist. He finally gets the idea and moves to your hips, holding them there once again making you sit still.

Noya moves with you when he pushes you onto the bed hovering over you with the most wicked grin. “You like when I call you nasty names? You naughty girl, so desperate for this cock, guess I’ll have to fuck the slut out of you huh?” His lips move to your most sensitive spots like magnets, connecting on impact and he leaves dark bruises underneath to make sure you know just who you belong to. He starts on your neck moving lower until he reaches your chest taking one of your peaked nipples into his mouth. He groans around it, suckling and nibbling a little harder in his excitement. 

“You gonna be my perfect little cockslut? Dancing all dirty up against me, you naughty girl. I’m gonna wreck that pretty little cunt of yours.” Every word Noya said went straight to your pussy, making you so wet and excited. You can’t help but just moan and nod at his words and he chuckles at your obedience. He flips your positions so that you’re on top of him, pussy lips just inches from his face.

Noya starts viciously is eating your pussy, taking his time on your clit and making you feel so good. He takes his time pushing his tongue in and out of you. Enough so that you forget your on his face and you start grinding your hips lower and harder against his face. Noya groans as his air supply gets cut off by your hips, making him harder in the process as well. He flips you around so that his tongue can reach deeper with a groan. This allowed you to fall forward to where his erection was and move Noya's pants down to his hips. Noya was caught by surprise by your actions but welcomed them nonetheless, unknowingly lifting his hips into your wet heated mouth.

Noya's girthy cock is flushed pink at the top while you can see the single vein on the underside. This makes him super sensitive to your licking up and down his length. He shudders and moans into your cunt making you moan right against him. You start to kiss his head as the pre leaks out and you can taste the sweet saltiness of his flavor. It drives you wild as you start to grind backwards against him once again. Noya sticks his tongue further into your hole and moans as he let's you ride his face. His hips move on their own shoving his cock down your throat all the same. Making you choke and groan around him as you enjoy every second of his cock down your throat.

You both sat there sucking, licking, and eating each other until you started to feel a coil in your stomach start to unfurl. Noya could feel your walls tightening on his tongue and stopped moving his hips when he heard you moan his name loudly. He starts plunging two whole fingers in and out of your hole as he swipes his tongue against your clit back and forth. The combined movement making the coil snap as you start to gush over his face.

"That's it baby," Noya groans between swiping his tongue, muffled by your cunt, "keep comin undone for me, cum on this tongue, naughty girl." You scream as you can't help yourself keep quiet as Noya let's you ride out your orgasm. "God you taste so good kitten." He moans as he pulls your hips closer over his face. Your a moaning mess jumbling up Noyas name with the sounds your making as he doesn't let up.

"Yuu, oh god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck!" you chant as you felt yourself start to get overstimulated. The coil started to turn over again so quickly letting you fall over panting onto his abdomen. Just before it can break Noya let's up and lifts your legs off the sides of his face with surprising strength.

"'M sorry baby, I didn't mean to edge and overstimulate you. You just tasted so good I couldn't help it." Noya proves his point by licking the remaining juices off his lips and smirking down at you. "But I guess you being the little slut that you are, you probably enjoyed it didn't you?" He chuckles the lust in his eyes twinkling with something much more sinister behind them. "Yeah, gotta treat naughty girls the way they want to be treated huh? Right little cockslut?" Noya took a grip to your hair and pulled you up so your back was against his front. "Probably all nice and ready for this cock aren't ya baby?" He breathed in your ear, more to himself than to you, "yeah gonna fill you up so good. You're gonna love this cock, my little slut."

You groan at his words trying your best to nod your head with the grip Noya had on your hair. The movement only making more wetness pool between your legs.

"Hahaha, don't worry naughty girl, you'll get your fill. Right. Fucking. Now." Growling the last few words against your ear, Noya thrusted his hips through your thighs giving himself some much needed relief. You whimper as he starts moving his cock between your folds. Feeling just how much bigger he is than his fingers. But you know you're ready for him with coming once already, so wet and inviting. Your hole twitching to be filled by his throbbing cock. As he slides himself in you both groan at the feeling, finally getting what you both need the most.

"Shit baby, your squeezing me so tight hah," Noya says through gritted teeth, "and to think you've cum already. You must really need this cock, huh baby? Well don't worry, I'll make sure to fill. You. Up. Right!" Thrusting the rest of the way up with those last words Noya groans sitting and letting you get adjusted to the rest of his size. At this angle he's reaching deep with your back against his chest. You're both heaving messes just waiting for the other to move.

"Yuu, please, I need you" you whine, not really sure what you're asking for since he's already inside you. Luckily Noya seems to know as he nods against your shoulder.

"I got you baby, gonna take good care of you, don't worry." He starts kissing and suckling your neck leaving small hickeys, making sure you never forget this moment. Never forget who your with now. That after all these years of pining you both need each other just as badly. Noya starts moving his hips slowly in and out of you. Once he gets a good rhythm, listening to your moans to figure out where feels best, he pulls all the way out and thrusts hard back in.

"'M sorry again kitten, but I can't take my time with you this time cause you got me so worked up before. Just gonna make you cum one more time for me ok? You can do it baby, I now you have it in you." He whispers in your ear, nibbling at the bottom of it. You nod your head and whimper feeling yourself completely at his mercy.

The feeling of his cock pushing in and out of you as he glides deliciously along your walls making you mewl. Noya sped up feeling so good deep within your walls, squeezing him so tight. He moans into your ear as you move your arms behind you holding his head to your neck. While his hands becime much more preoccupied moving up and down your body, feeling everything crevice of you. His left hand reaches your breast squeezing slightly rough as he's starting to feel his climax rushing up on him. His right hand finds your clit and starts rubbing furiously to get you closer over the edge.

"C'mon baby, I know you can do it. Cum with me kitten." Noya's panting in your ear "baby can I cum inside? Wanna claim you as mine, baby, oh please let me."

"I want it, I'm on the pill! Cum in me Yuu, please please please! Oh Fuck I'm cumming!"

You reach your climax and squeezing walls pushes Noya over the edge. He stills inside of you and you feel thick ropes of cum painting your insides. Noya continues to rub your clit letting you ride out your full orgasm, finally feeling the relief from earlier.

As you start to come down Noya stops rubbing you and sits inside you just holding you from behind, head tucked into your neck, panting.

"Y/n, can I tell you something?"

You giggle as you play with his hair, "Anything, Yuu"

Noya sighs, contented, "I really love you, I think I have for a long time and I would love it if you became my girlfriend?" You giggle again feeling butterflies in your stomach start to build full to the brim with happiness along with other things.

"I love you too, Yuu, I would love to be your girlfriend!" You both start giggling to each other softly, until Noya starts to pull out pulling a slight mewl from you. He gets out behind you to his bathroom to bring you a damp towel to clean your leaking pussy up. He does so with such a look of admiration that makes you slightly blush and pull your knees together when he's done.

Noya looks up at you questioningly until he sees your blush and just smirks at it. Chuckling as he pull on new boxers and gives you one of his t-shirts to lay with him in.

"So, would you like to go back to the party or do you want to stay here?" He says as he pulls you into his chest from behind tucking his head into your neck once again. He breathes you in and kisses you until you start squirming from the slight tickle.

"Hmmm, wanna stay like this." You giggle. You feel Noyas smile reach across his lips as he kisses your temple and snuggles even closer.

"Good answer, my sweet little kitten."

[romiantic]

hi hi!! may i request tanaka x fem!reader fluff where the reader is a new student at karasuno and he’s immediately interested!! thank you!!! (black reader obviously LOL)

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐭. 𝐫𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚

reading: black!fem!reader

genre: fluff

request: hi hi!! may i request tanaka x fem!reader fluff where the reader is a new student at karasuno and he’s immediately interested!! thank you!!! (black reader obviously LOL)

a/n: I’m so sorry anon for the wait 😭 I really do hope you enjoy

At first it started with Kiyoko giving you a tour of the gym

She invited you to watch the boys play a bit and you agree of course. She introduced you to Yachi as well

Nishinoya was the first one to point you to Tanaka

When Tanaka saw you, WHEW, his heart almost stopped

How did a gorgeous girl with such gorgeous features end up in Karasuno? Of all the schools you could’ve joined, Karasuno.

And what were you doing here? How did he end up blessed to see someone like you just sitting there, just there, chatting with the other two managers?

The way your long faux locs wrapped perfect into a mini bun while the rest laid flat on your back, your soft skin glistening well under the gym, and how your pearly whites and brown cheeks popped out when Kiyoko mentioned something funny to you and Yachi.

Stop, leave, he can’t take it anymore. His brain wasn’t used to this much beauty since he first saw Kiyoko.

Your beauty alone was making the boy short-circuit

Thankfully enough Nishinoya brought him back to reality

You took a small notice of him and softly smiled and waved at him

Damn it y/n you broke Tanaka 🤦🏾‍♀️ the only thing that helped him out was Daichi announcing their usual five-on-five practice match

Which he took the opportunity to show his skills off

Hopefully it goes well...for him

“Oi Tanaka!” Nishinoya jogged over to his skinhead friend, who was currently getting a drink of water. Nishinoya pulled him over to a secluded area, not too far away from the team. “You see that girl over there? Our lovely Kiyoko has struck again and brought us more beauty.” The short black/blonde was so heartstrung over you, you would’ve seen hearts show up on his pupils.

Tanaka took a deep breath and puffed out his chest, “You’re right Noya, let’s do this.”

The two jogged back over to the court and joined the rest of their team. Their vice captain clapped loudly to get everyone’s attention. Everyone turned their heads to see what the two captains needed.

Their captain called out, “Alright everyone form out, we’re starting out our usual five-on five game. Sugawara will be captain of one team and I will do the other. For my team, I’ll have Kageyama, Tsukishima, Ennoshita, and Nishinoya. Sugawara will have Hinata, Tanaka, Yamaguchi, and Asahi.”

“Yes, I’m with Tanaka!” Hinata shouted and clapped his hands with Tanaka. Nishinoya nudged him and gave him a wink, “You got this bro.” The two boys split ways and joined in with their team.

At first it was going well for Tanaka, you were intrigued by his mass amount of energy and how sharp he hits the ball. You also found how cool that he would ALWAYS motivate his teammate, no matter how tired or worn out they look right now.

Actually, it seems like him, Hinata, and Nishinoya were the ones with the most energy out of it. Even Kageyama looked out of it, from trying to cooperate with Tsukishima, and his rude remarks, to trying to make the perfect sets for his teammates. The three mentioned look like they were on fire, especially on the last set.

It was Tanaka’s turn to serve, he took a deep breath and took a glance at you. You sat with your ankles crossed and phone flat on your lap, he winked at you and threw the ball up. This serve he made extra special by putting all force into the serve.

The ball was spiked straight across the net, passing the blockers, and giving his team the final point to win.

Kiyoko nudged you and smiled, “I think you’re the reason why Tanaka won and acted like that.”

You were genuinely confused and tucked some of your locs behind your ear, “What you mean? Wait, is the Tanaka the skinhead that winked at me?”

Kiyoko shook her head and pointed over to Tanaka, who was currently celebrating with his teammates and getting yelled at by his captain that he’s loud.

Yachi pitched, “Kiyoko isn’t wrong, Tanaka isn’t usually this loud.”

“See y/n, you’re the reason why.���

You waved them off, “Yeah yeah. Not gonna lie, he got some skills and he’s kind of cute.”

Kiyoko nudged you again and smiled, “First day here and y/n is already taking a liking to someone. Come on, I’ll introduce you to the team.”

You nodded your head and headed over to the team, who were currently chatting amongst themselves and discussing game strategies and improvements.

Suga was the first to notice you three coming, “Oh Shimizu, who’s your new friend?”

“This is l/n y/n. She’s new at Karasuno and I decided to give her a tour.”

Hinata leaned over a bit to show his interest in you, “Ouuu she’s pretty Kiyoko.”

She introduced and pointed out the rest of the team to you. You waved and at the team and they did the same.

You took a small glance at Tanaka from the corner of your eye and boy was his face red, redder than a grilled tomato.

“Woah Tanaka are you good?” Hinata asked.

Yamaguchi and Tsukishima snickered and pointed out, “I think he has a crush on the new girl.”

“No I don’t!”

“Yes you do.” Both Daichi and Suga said.

Kageyama added, “If you can countlessly admit your love to Kiyoko, I think you can admit your feelings to y/n.”

Tsukishima muttered, “At least this one would be realistic.”

“I’m flattered actually, he’s a fine lil thing and I like how he plays.”

Sugawara fake gasped, “Someone as bold as Tanaka? To think we’ve never seen the day.”

Hinata violently shook Tanaka, “Dude dude dude, you should like totally shoot your shot.”

Nishinoya agreed, “Yeah dude, she’s standing right there, what’s the worst that could happen?”

The team kept encouraging Tanaka until he mustered the courage to walk up to you.

He stood in front of you, nervously chuckling and rubbing his hand behind his neck while you had a smile plastered on his face, “Uh huh- hi- I’m- I’m.”

Nishinoya called, “Stop being a pussy!”

Daichi called out, “Nishinoya! Ten extra laps around the court.”

“Twenty and I get to show y/n rolling thunder.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, “Please anything but that annoyingly stupid receive.”

Nishinoya side-eyed him, “Tsukishima you wanna join me?”

You giggled at the encounter and gave your attention back to Tanaka. Still beet red and nervous, trying to spew out words, you meshed your hand into his free hand. “Take me to the finest ramen place this Saturday.” You winked at him as well.

Everyone’s eyes widened and were in awe at your actions.

Kiyoko crossed her arms and let out a ‘hmph’, “Did she just- wow, y/n. I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I used to be somewhat of a player back in America.”

Hinata excitedly asked, “Ouu wait y/n, can you please tell us about America? How is it? What do you guys eat there? Is it fun? Do they have volleyball over there? Are they like really good at volleyball too? What about-”

Kageyama cut his questions by covering his mouth, “Do us all a favor and please shut up.”

You let out a small laugh, “I don’t mind getting questions, I mean I am pretty new here.”

“Good then…” Nishinoya did the same as Hinata and started rambling off question after question.

You spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with team and telling a lot about yourself. All while your hands were still connected with Tanaka’s. You looked over to him and winked while he talked into the conversation as well.

You’d say it was a pretty nice first day at a new country, and at a new school.

FINALLY, I finished this Tanaka request. Sorry anon that it took so long 😭

Also sorry if you wanted just a straight oneshot instead of headcannons 😭

hope you enjoyed 💕

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝟐:𝟑 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗌𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

THERE IS A NEW MASTERLIST HERE I WILL NOT BE UPDATING THIS MASTER LIST ANYMORE

https://suckmybigtoeoikawa.tumblr.com/ask

Haikyuu 

Songs I think they would listen to

Hinata

Kageyama

Tsukishima 

Sugawara 

Semi

Kuroo

Suna

Kenma 

How they first met you 

Kuroo

Bokuto

Having a thick/ plus sized s/o 

Nishinoya

Asahi

Bokuto

 Oikawa

 Tendou

Kuroo

Ushijima

Terushima

Atsumu

Haikyuu boys with a singer soulmate

Kuroo

Tsukishima

Tendou

Terushima

Tattoos I think the Haikyuu boys would get

Tendou

Suna

Kenma

Tsukishima

Lev

Chill days with ____

Atsumu

Kuroo

Semi

NSFW Songs the Haikyuu boys would f*ck you to

Kuroo

Kageyama (COMING SOON)

Suna

Their Favorite thing about you

Atsumu (coming soon)

Terushima

Kuroo

Kenma

Oikawa

Sugawara

Watching you take out your box braids

Kuroo

Bokuto

Haikyuu boys after you post good pictures to Instagram

Tsukishima

Kuroo

Atsumu

Semi

Ushijima

Asahi

Requests

S/O that plays volleyball

Bokuto

Kuroo

Sugawara

Getting their S/O a dog

Tendou

Aone

Haikyuu boys dating a black reader

Kyotani

Really random

really random #1

really random #2

really random #3

really random #4

really random #5

Mha/ BNHA

Songs I think the would listen to

Dabi

Kirishima

Denki

Bakugo

Todoroki

Sero

Iida

Tokoyami

Ojiro

Request

MHA Boys dating a black reader

Dabi

S/O that wants to fuck 24/7

Kirishima

Denki

Mirio

Dabi

MHA with a wife

Iida

S/O with an oral fixation

Aizawa

Iida

Petite S/O but with big butt and wide hips

Suna

Semi

Tendou

Akaashi

Futakuchi

Inarizaki play Uno with a fem!black reader

Inarizaki (the whole team)

Tik tok pranks with black reader

Suna

Tsukishima

Suna getting jealous with fem!black reader

Suna

Black fem!reader twerking in front of Suna and Atsumu

Suna

Atsumu

Black fem!reader wearing Suna’s joggers and hoodie

Suna

NSFW bitch tsukishima bullying x fem!black reader

Tsukishima

Making his fem!black girlfriend blush

Tsukishima

First date headcannons

Suna

Tendou

Aone

Tsukishima X black fem chubby reader fluff

Tsukishima

Suna and fem!black reader saying mmmh at the end of every sentence

Suna

s/o who is chubby but with no curves

Oikawa

Iwazumi

Suna

MHA/ Haikyuu Boys watching you simp

Shigaraki

Iida

Tendou

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Thirty

Charades Jasius

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

previous | next | 2099

After your fishing excursion with Kuroo, you excuse yourself. Despite how you enjoy your time with him, you also would like some time alone. So, you put your fishing gear down and head off on your own.

On the opposite side of the woods from your bus is another street. You walk out to the road and head towards the conscience store. However, as you're walking through the street, you hear the sound of  a car speeding up behind you.

Before you can run into the store, the car crashes into the building in front of you, completely cutting you off. A man with short, messy black hair and thick eyebrows steps out of the car. He holds a bat in both of his hands as he approaches you.

"Hey there, girly," he grins devilishly, "what are you doing out here alone?"

"Minding my own damn business as you should be," you scoff. You reach into your back pocket and realize you've got no weapons on you at all. You need to make sure you keep your distance at all costs.

"Oh? Can't we just mind our own businesses together, then?" he hums, stepping close to you.

"I'm not in the mood right now. Come back later and I might change my mind," you tell him as you take a step backward.

"But that's no fun," he shakes his head. "Don't make me whack you out."

"I'm not making you do anything," you scoff. "Can't you make your own decisions? You're like thirty."

"Thirty? Good guess sweetheart, but wrong."

"Like I care," you spit. "Fuck off."

"Why not spend a bit of time with me before you rush off," he grins again.

"No chance in hell!" a vaguely familiar voice shouts from across the street. You both look over and see Nishinoya with a shotgun in his hand. "Fuck off like she asked or I'll shoot!"

The man with the bat raises his hands and takes a step away from you. "Calm down, buddy. I wasn't looking for any trouble. I only wanted to spend some time with a lovely girl."

"She doesn't want to be anywhere near you, are you stupid? You think a pretty girl would want to be with someone as disgusting as you? Go fuck yourself, dude!" Nishinoya shouts back.

The man looks between you and Nishinoya once more before finally running back to his car and driving the half-damaged thing back down the road. Nishinoya then crosses the road and approaches you.

"You alright?" he asks.

"I guess I'm alright. But what are you doing here? What happened to Monimiaceae?" you respond.

"Kiyoko wanted to see you. I think she wanted some advice on her pregnancy, I don't really know," he shrugs. "I split up with them to look around for you in case you weren't at the bus. And, well, I guess that was a good decision."

"So Kiyoko and Tanaka are here, too? Can we meet up with them?" you ask hopefully.

"Yeah, I'll lead you to 'em! Follow after me!"

You and Nishinoya walk down probably ten blocks before he finally knocks on a door and steps inside, ushering you to follow after him. The second you're inside, you see Kiyoko laying down on a couch. When she sees you, she quickly sits up and gasps. "Y/N!" she smiles, "Noya, you found her!"

"Of course I did," he proudly huffs. "What were you expecting from me?"

"That you'd get distracted and wander off," Tanaka laughs.

"Well for your information I found her rather quickly," he nods.

"We were just about to head to your bus. Should we go over there so you can get some of your things?" Kiyoko asks you.

"No!" you shout rather loudly. "I mean, no. No, we don't need to go back there."

"What's wrong?" Kiyoko asks. "Is everything okay?"

As you sit down beside Kiyoko, you explain the whole situation about Tsukishima. They all stare at you with wide eyes and their jaws to the ground. They're just as surprised as anyone else when they realized someone must have killed him.

"We should go back," Tanaka nods.

"What? No, I don't want to put you guys at risk. They're probably already suspicious of me because of how long I've been gone for. I can't make you look guilty, too," you disagree.

"Trust us, Y/N," Kiyoko says, "we're going to help you figure out what really happened to him. I'm so sorry, I can hardly believe someone would actually do that..."

"Me neither," Nishinoya nods sadly.

"So it's settled then," Tanaka interrupts the sad moment, "We're going to help."

"Fine, but before we go, do any of you have extra food? I'm starving and if I go on an empty stomach I'll just get upset and look even more guilty," you smile awkwardly.

"Of course," Kiyoko grins as she reaches for the arm of the couch to help her to stand. "Follow me."

 "Y/N!" Bokuto gasps when he sees you approaching the bus. "You're back! I was so worried!"

Bokuto runs so fast towards you that he twists his ankle and falls face-first into the ground. You race towards him to help him up.

"Are you alright?" you ask as you look upon his dirt-covered face. He's also got a black eye which looks fresh. Were they fighting again while you were gone? "What happened?"

"Kuroo and Atsumu," he breathes as he stands up with your guidance. "They were going at it again. I made the mistake of getting in the middle of it so it kind of was my fault."

"Come on, I'll bring you inside. You need to ice your eye. Kiyoko-"

"Go 'head," she says before you can even explain yourself. "Help him out. We'll talk to Kuroo and Atsumu."

"Thanks. Kiyoko, I'll meet up with you in a bit. If you need anything, let me know."

"I will. See you in a bit, Y/N," she waves.

"Oh, look, there's Kuroo!" Noya points out as you guide Bokuto up the steps to the bus.

When you get inside, you sit him down on the couch. "Brings back memories," you smile softly as you walk towards your medical supplies and break open a cold pack. You then walk back to him and sit down on his left.

"Hard to believe that wasn't yesterday," he smiles as you place the cold pack on his eye. "You've been so good to me, Y/N. I really don't know how I can repay everything you've done for me."

"We've talked about this, Bokuto. You mean a lot to me. All of you guys do," you say as your smile fades into a slight frown. "I can't believe this is happening."

"I was worried when you came back without him," he whispers as he puts his hand on your cheek. "I thought Kuroo might've... Shit, I feel like such a dick even thinking that way about him."

"I know what you mean," you nod. "But he's been here for so long. Why now would he have chosen to get rid of Tsukishima? Not only that, they were friends..."

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I know you're trying to help me right now but could we not talk about it? It makes my stomach turn upside down," he asks quietly.

"Yeah, sorry."

As you remove the cold pack from his eye, you notice how sad he looks.

"You're amazing, you know that?" he tries to lighten the mood as he reaches his hand to your cheek. "If only we were in different circumstances."

"If only," you whisper back, falling deep as you stare into his eyes. "I wish things were different."

"Maybe they can be," he hums.

"But-" you begin to protest, only for his lips to fall upon yours. You flutter your eyes closed and allow him to gently lean you back against the couch. As he hovers above you, his tongue dives into your mouth. Your whole brain feels fuzzy as you lay beneath him.

You moan quietly as his hand reaches down your side and slips under your shirt. He reaches to your bra and reaches underneath. You feel as though you're in some kind of dream as he massages your breast, still kissing you with as much fervor as last time. 

"Y/N," he whispers softly in your ear, "I really want to-" 

"Y/N! Are you in there?!" Yachi's voice calls out from the entrance of the bus. Your eyes burst open and you push Bokuto off of you. "It's me, Kiyoko, and Alisa!"

"Yeah, Bo and I are in here. Come in!" you call out.

"I should get going," Bokuto says as he looks down with a bright red face. "I'll be outside if you need anything."

"Okay," you smile softly. "Be safe."

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