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dimicul · 5 months ago

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bear with me 🍎

🧸 ushijima x reader, some fluff basically, him being him, sharing headphones, not fully finished but yk yolo

You loved the route back home.

It’s a tricky one to find, hidden behind clusters of large trees and bushes, almost hidden away from the public eye. Honestly, you weren’t sure how you found it, but you just remember swatting at the scratchy branches and peering over the makeshift wooden bridge in front of you. The sun always leaks through the leaves, kaleidoscopic patterns of gold on your head, your shoulders, your bike as you trudge past. It’s a short path, not exactly a shortcut, but it’s quiet. Hidden away from the main highway by your school. Nice and tucked away.

Dirty, busted up converses dig into the soil as you balance on the bridge, hands clutching the handles of your bike. Slow and measured steps. The fall below isn’t bad, you think. Maybe five foot. Your eyes stayed glued on the wooden beams, inhaling sharply as you make your way to the end, the buzz of cicadas filling the silence.

You hated them. Their merlot red eyes, beady and vehement. You can’t count how many nightmares you’ve had imagining their webbed wings fluttering in your face, all up in your hair, making a home for themselves.

He was never scared though. Never.

“Are you close?”

You turn your head a bit, your cheek brushing against the windbreaker collar. “Yeah, yeah…”

An almost ghostly smile tugs at the corner of Ushijima’s lip, and he nods, expectantly, his own hands on his bike. You inhale. He knew you were scared. Hell, of course you were, every single damn time. But you didn’t want him knowing that.

You take another step, a groan under your weight. Eyes widen.

“You’re fine. It was my bike.”

“Ushi,” You warn weakly and swear the bark beneath you shivers the same when he chuckles, full and baritone. He takes a few steps closer, the whirr of his bike chain accenting the buzz.

“I don’t understand why you take this path if you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared.” You reply hastily, brows furrowed. Ushijima hums, oakmoss eyes narrowing a tad. “It’s just… Not stable..”

“We can always turn around.” He offered quietly, his own eyes studying the trees towering above you both. “What if you fall?”

Jeez, way to stress a girl out. “I won’t. I’ve been doing this for a while.”

Ushijima hums, but says nothing. You were adamant on showing him your secret path to and from school. He didn’t get it. Why didn’t you just take the normal path, like him and Tendou? What was wrong with biking down the road? It had to be safer than crossing a gnarly bridge.

Determinedly, you shove that ugly feeling of embarrassment down and push past, converse against oak, bike wheeling beside you. You make sure to note how the wood beneath you looks so similar to his eyes.

“Isn’t it pretty, though?” You muse as soon as you finally cross the bridge, onto a patch of grass near an opening of brambles. Ushijima wasn’t opposed to nature, although he didn’t particularly like the bees or butterflies, like Tendou or you did. Bristling, the man takes another calm step down the bridge, eyes drawing from the trees, the oak, the buzzing of cicadas.

“You risk your life everyday because it’s… pretty?”

You scoff playfully, your bright eyes on him, lips tugging into a smile. God. His heart races picks up a little, fingers flexing against the handlebars. Ushijima isn’t a man of cheap pleasures, but when your lips tug into a cathartic grin, he has no choice to slip.

“You’re so dramatic, Toshi. I’m not gonna die. It’s a five feet drop.”

“You are small. You could easily injure your ankle. Or fall into some poisonous nettles.” Ushijima grunts, giving the bridge a wary look but still continuing calmly to steer his bike over to you. You raise a brow.

“I’m a big girl, I think I can handle it.”

Ever so stubborn. A deep sigh leaves his lungs and he easily steps over the rock in the way, his bike effortlessly gliding to you. Your eyes meet his and you grin.

“So? What’dya think?”

It’s a path, hidden in the woods, away from everyone. Someone could chase you in here and nobody would know. A poorly crafted bridge. Cicadas swarming everywhere. It wasn’t even safe, not for someone like you, who could easily slip and fall. Ushijima rolls his jaw subtly, umber eyes on your expectant smile.

“It’s… nice.”

“What? Just nice? It’s so pretty! Look, they’ve even got a small lake down there!” You point below the bridge, a cool blue catching his eye.

“If you drank that, you could possibly catch som—“

“Why the hell would I drink— Okay, big guy, let’s head out.” Shaking your head with a smile, you hum and pull yourself out onto the pavement. Ushijima follows suit, and hides his frustration as best as he could. Why didn’t you just listen?

Your hands dig into your school blazer pocket and you fish out your jumbled up earphones and your small phone. Ushijima sighs.

“Wha happened to your phone case?”

You blink, pausing to lean the bike against the bus stop wall as you stick the headphone jack in. “Oh, it just got all yellow, I need a new one.”

“You’ll end up cracking it.”

You shake your head, smiling, tilting your phone in his face. “Nah, look! Not a single scratch.”

The man bristles and steers his bike beside yours, crossing his arms, neutral expression as he watches you scroll on your phone. You had so many apps, the brightly coloured widgets making his eyes hurt.

“Wanna listen?” As always, you offer him an earbud. He takes the small white bud and hums, putting in his ear. Before opening his mouth to complain about the ear-bleeding level of volume, your smile catches him off guard.

He loves watching you listen to music. Maybe because you’re so visceral about it, head bobbing up and down ever so slightly, wide eyed and smiling slightly as you listen to whatever K-POP lyrics filled both your ears. Mouthing the lyrics, nose scrunched up. So silly, out in front of everyone. And yet his heart thuds.

“I like this one… Though I’m not sure about the beat.. Here, you pick,” You ramble and thrust the phone in his direction and he grunts.

“You don’t like my music.”

A shrug. “So? I like you.”

His breath hitched. How did you just admit that so freely with a stupid grin? He shakes his head, dark hair falling into his eyes, the phone comically small in his grasp. He scrolls down your playlist.

“Do you think you’d ever win a fight against a bear? Like really?” Your genuine tone catches him off guard as his fingers tap on the Study playlist he made for you. Ushijima huffs, brows narrowing.

“Where did that come from?”

You shrug again, shuffling up onto your bike seat, leaning against it. Ushijima hopes you don’t fall off of it like last time so instinctively, his strong arm holds your bike firmly. “Just wondering, ya know? I feel like I could take one on.”

“Impossible. I suppose it depends on the bear.” He says begrudgingly, tucking your phone into his pocket, stepping in closer so the wires didn’t came apart. “But I doubt that will matter if it’s you.”

“The heck is that supposed to mean, Toshi?”

Ushijima sighs again, barely. “A bear hit could fracture you easily. They’re much larger and stronger than you are, you couldn’t simply outrun them.”

“If I had my bike?” You point out. Ushijima makes a mental note to not let you walk down that path on your own.

“No. They’re fast creatures. Up to 30 to 40 miles per hour.”

“How the hell do you know that?” You frown at your boyfriend. Ushijima doesn’t elaborate, simply explaining with narrowed brows.

“You would easily be mauled and killed, a human your size and with your stamina. Grizzly bears can overpower humans easily. So no, you couldn’t, not even with a weapon.

“That’s — I could shoot it in the face!” Outraged slightly, you gesture a gun. “Or maybe I can fight with it until it becomes tired.”

To your surprise, Ushijima flicks your forehead.

“No. There is no chance. Statistically speaking. Unless you know how to use a knife properly, which we know you can’t.”

Your shoulders falter at his words and you sigh, rolling your eyes and fishing out your phone out of his pocket with a small ‘sure buddy.’ Ushijima bristles, gaze flickering to your face. A beat of silence passes.

“Maybe a cub.”

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kozumesphone · 6 months ago

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✮⋆˙ 𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇. 𝐈

⤷ hq boys x any!reader . . . pt. 1

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part 1 part 2

⊹ ࣪ ˖ fandom | haikyū!!

✧˖°. includes | nishinoya yū x reader headcannons, study date, noya being adorable, cutesy fluff, like one dialogue related to math but if that’s triggering then you can skip /j (im so funny)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ key | y/n: your name

✧˖°. in which | noya and reader have a cute study date bc reader helps him study in the form of a ‘study date’ so he can get good enough grades to go for their next vb comp

⊹ ࣪ ˖ a/n | hdksjdksks literally my favourite hq blorbo!!! I can’t wait to write more of these hcs <3 it’s a pretty short post but I might keep adding on?

“there is literally no logic in this!”

you have lots of energy left to educate noya about how math works.

“just remember it: differentiation of sin x is cos x, but the integration of sin x is negative cos x. simple!”

“oho, simple, my ass,” he rolls his eyes, ever the drama queen.

the volleyball team found out from daichi and suga that unless they all pass every one of their subjects (especially hinaga, kageyama, tanaka and noya), they couldn’t participate in the next match

desperately, noya begs you to help him out because he’s currently the trashiest at only one subject: math; which, believe it or not, is your strong suit

he’s delirious by the time you’re done with him on day 1, and refuses to continue studying it unless there’s something in it for him too (except the very necessary match he had to play in)

“how about… a kiss for every question you get right?”

and since then, he began understanding every formula and question, just to receive as many kisses as you could spare for him

tutoring sessions turn into study dates as the days merge together

dusk morphs into dawn when you study at his house sometimes, and he ends up falling asleep on the table

looking up to find him softly snoring, with his hair falling onto his closed eyes, you smile at him

he’d been working so hard the past month <3

you reach out to ruffle his hair slowly and pat his head lightly, making sure not to wake him from his peaceful state

“thanks… y/n,” he whispers, still asleep.

your heart melts, and you were glad he wasn’t awake; if he was, you knew he’d tease you about the massive redness creeping up your neck

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stellar-haikyuu · 1 month ago

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on the wings of love ☆ tanaka ryuunosuke & nishinoya yuu x reader

synopsis: reader is an absolute disaster of a lesbian. she’s been wondering how to tell her friends, but she quickly learns she has nothing to worry about despite a hilarious misunderstanding. details: coming out to your friends, comedy, ~1.3k words, f! reader. platonic friendship w/ tanaka and noya. original character for the reader's love interest. warnings: none! just a fun attempt to write gay panic and spread my haikyuuri agenda.

(from left to right: love interest, reader, love interest's twin brother)

“I swear, there’s something different about you,” Tanaka narrows his eyes, leaning into your personal space. You can count the crumbs clinging to his shirt from lunch.

You roll your eyes, planting a firm hand on his forehead to push him back.

“What are you talking about? We’re just eating lunch. Chill out.”

“Noya, tell me I’m not seeing things,” he pouts, swiveling dramatically toward his partner-in-crime.

Nishinoya tilts his head, staring at your face. His lips press into a thoughtful pout before he finally hums. “She seems happier—well, at least before you annoyed her.”

“Hey-” Tanaka protests.

“But maybe it’s because we started eating lunch together more.” He nudges your shoulder. “Right?”

You sigh, but your lips betray you with a small, reluctant smile. “Yeah, yeah.”

The boys light up at your response. But the peace doesn’t last long. Tanaka starts rambling about Karasuno’s third-year manager.

“Ooohh, did you see Kiyoko-san this morning? She was wearing a new…”

You start to tune him out automatically, nodding along out of habit. Well, you don’t blame your friends, really. Their manager was stunning, after all.

But unfortunately, someone else was taking up the space in your mind.

Futakami Rinka.

She stood with the easy grace of someone who knew how to command attention without asking for it.

Calm, cool, collected.

Your crush barely floats through your mind before Tanaka’s face suddenly appears inches from your own, nearly making you drop your chopsticks.

“See. See. I told you,” Tanaka’s pointer finger in your line of sight snaps you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You snap, glaring at him.

“You’ve been smiling at nothing!” he accuses.

“Can’t a girl just be happy?”

“Of course! But who is making you happy?” Tanaka’s squint deepens.

Nishinoya gasps dramatically, smacking the table. “You have a crush, don’t you?”

And there it is. You groan inwardly.

Here we go.

“Classmate?”

“Teammate?”

“Someone we know?”

“Stop it. It’s no one,” you insist.

“You’re lying!”

“Come on, at least tell us your type!”

“No!”

“We won’t stop until you tell us!”

“Yeah! Tell us, tell us!”

Their voices grow louder with each demand, drawing curious stares from nearby students.

You slap your hands on the table, hissing through clenched teeth, “Shut up, you two! Fine. Gray hair.”

The room falls silent. For a moment.

“Suga-san?”

“What? No! Not your third-year setter!”

The boys exchange glances, wheels turning furiously in their heads.

“That’s too hard, come on!”

You exhale sharply. “Guys, there’s literally a few people in our grade who have-”

“Futakami-san?”

You freeze, involuntarily confirming their guess.

“I’m not surprised.”

What? Did they know this whole time?

“He is attractive...”

Oh.

Oh no. Not-

“Uh,” you attempt to interject, but the floodgates have already opened.

“Oooh, so he’s your type?”

“Ah, she likes those really mysterious guys.”

“Remind me, is he on a sports team?”

“Guys-”

“I don’t know. Wait, he has good grades too, right?”

“Oh yeah, he seems a little nerdy too.”

“Ah. Like Tsukishima-kun. But not as annoying.”

“Pfft!”

“Tanaka, Noya-”

“That’s so weird. What class is Futakami-san in again?”

Just as you open your mouth to set the record straight, a familiar voice cuts through the chaos.

“Uh, excuse me?”

You turn around so fast that you nearly give yourself whiplash.

Oh. Oh my gosh.

“Futakami-san!” You greet with a smile, attempting to mask your inner panic.

However, her name comes out too sharp and loud. Your brain had failed to coordinate with your mouth.

The boys immediately look at the new visitor, though they’re visibly confused when they see someone else.

You sincerely hope she heard nothing from your conversation.

“Hi,” she says, her tone smooth and composed. “Do you have a minute to talk?”

“O-of course!” Your answer burst out before she’d even finished the question.

Calm down!

“I ran into Sato-sensei earlier,” she begins, pushing a gray strand behind her ear. “She forgot that Irina-san will still be in Tokyo until next week. For a leadership camp thing. You were assigned in a trio for the project, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Great. Sensei asked me if it’s alright for us to be paired together for the project instead.”

It’s so hard to take your eyes off her lips that you nearly forget to respond to what she just said.

Wait.

“Oh- uh, the both of us?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s uh, cool?” Your pitch spikes embarrassingly high, forcing you to clear your throat. “I’m, very much- um, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too,” she says, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “So, I was wondering if you’d like to come over to our house this Saturday to work on it.”

“Wh-me?” You barely manage to croak out, your throat suddenly dry.

“Yes.” She tilts her head slightly, her gaze unwavering. “Ah, unless you’re busy-”

“No! No. Not at all.” The words rush out. “But are you, uh, um…it won’t be a hassle for you?”

Her smile softens. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure my brother doesn’t bother us.”

The casual mention of her brother sends a jolt through you, and you are suddenly aware of the two sets of eyes burning into your back.

“Ha, well not that he would. He usually stays in his room when I have friends over. So, don’t worry about it!”

“Oh…okay. I- yeah.”

She hums for a moment, thinking about what to say next.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Huh?” You blink, her question catching you off guard.

“You’ve been stumbling over your words a little more than usual,” she notes, her tone light but observant.

“Oh- uh…” Heat rushes to your cheeks as you scramble for a coherent response. “I have, haven’t I? Yeah.” You laugh to fill the silence. “Uh-”

Then, before you can process what’s happening, she leans forward and her hand brushes your forehead.

Your brain short-circuits.

“Ah! What-”

“Sorry,” she apologizes in a low tone. “Didn’t mean to scare you. I thought maybe you weren’t feeling well.”

“Uh, I’m not sick, don’t worry!” You want to melt.

“That’s good.” She smiles, standing up straight. “Maybe the science test got to you. Tough one, wasn’t it?”

You seize the excuse like a lifeline.

“Yeah. That’s it. I’ve lost my vocabulary. Wasted it all on those compound names.”

What the hell is wrong with me?

Futakami chuckles softly. “Okay. Well, I’m sure you’ll get it back once we work on our project. See you later!”

“See you, Futakami-san.”

“Ah, just call me Rinka.”

Your heart leaps into your throat.

“Sure. Sure, Rinka. Uh, you can call me by my first name, too.”

She tests it out, her voice wrapping around your name like a melody.

With one last farewell, she leaves the classroom. You slump back in your chair.

“So…you’re going over to his house, huh?” Tanaka says with a sly grin.

“You idiots. You got the wrong Futakami!” You hiss.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s the female twin I like!” You bury your face in your hands.

Your table goes silent.

“Wait, really?”

“Is that why you went all weird?”

“Yes,” you say in a much softer voice. Their voices lack the teasing tone from earlier.

They wouldn’t be weirded out, right?

You all stare at each other for a few more seconds before Tanaka barks out a laugh.

“Well, why didn’t you say so?”

You glare at him. “I was trying to.”

“Really?” Nishinoya blinks at you.

“You guys just kept on talking!”

“Oh gosh,” Tanaka was wiping tears from his eyes. “You’re actually a mess.”

“That’s bold coming from you,” you retort. “Pass your literature exam first.”

“Harsh,” Nishinoya clicks his tongue.

“Uhuh, that goes for you too.”

“Damn exam,” Tanaka mutters. “Forget that, we need to make sure you get the love of your life!”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re gonna be your wingmen.”

“My wingmen? I don’t know if I should be terrified.”

“Pssh, don’t be!” Nishinoya waves a hand.

“Let’s start planning after practice. Ask the team for opinions.”

“What-”

“Yeah, let’s do it! Ask Saeko nee-san too!”

You sigh, knowing the damage was done. But you wouldn’t trade your best friends for anything in the world.

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universal-imagines · 2 years ago

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☾ found feelings

fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: nishinoya x reader word count: 1.2k request: perhaps a scenario with nishinoya comforting his crush when they get rejected by their own crush. maybe ending with them realizing that nishinoya is better then their crush anyway?

a/n: this request has been in my inbox since i first made this blog, and it’s been written for about as long too i just never got around to transferring it from my notebook to my computer but here it is now! i had to make a separate post from the ask cause the set up was all weird. this might also be the last post i make with banners cause i lost all my old ones and no longer have photoshop ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` )

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He knew. Call it a libero's intuition, if you will.

The moment Nishinoya's cell phone rang, almost vibrating its way off his nightstand, he stopped what he was doing to answer. Only one person would call him this late, and today of all days too. But something told him it wasn't about the positive response you'd wanted.

Congratulating himself on another good save, he allowed himself a tentative smile along with his usual greeting.

For a couple of minutes, all he got in response was a sniffle. But he was patient. If volleyball had taught him anything, it was waiting for the right time to move.

"They rejected me," you finally voiced his suspicions.

A part of him couldn't help but be relieved. As mean as that was, he was afraid of missing his chance. When you first told him about your crush, he'd felt a tinge of pain in his chest. And his stomach twisted every time you gushed about them. It was eating at him. He should have been happy for you, but it hurt hearing you talk about someone else. It was worse than missing a crucial point in a match.

The other part of him was heartbroken on your behalf. He knew just how much of yourself you put into that confession. It was nothing short of pouring your heart out. He knew because he had listened to you practice, day in and day out, as you worked yourself up to confess. So hearing you so broken about getting rejected hurt and made him angry. This person he didn't even know didn't deserve your affection, much less your tears.

"I'll be right over." He wanted to say so much more, but that could wait until he could comfort you in person.

A heavy sigh of frustration left Nishinoya's body as he let his phone drop onto his lap. He had every intention of keeping his promise of coming over, but he had to compose himself first. What kind of impression would he give if he looked ready to beat someone up? Probably not a bad one cause it showed he had his friend's back, but there was more to it than that. And he wasn't ready to explain it all just yet.

But he was ready to get some late-night comfort food, however. All your favorite snacks and meals were at the top of his checklist, along with two pints of ice cream.

Two convenience store stops later, among other places, Nishinoya made his way toward your house. It wasn't a long walk, but after his 35-minute detour, he arrived at your home almost an hour after promised.

One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks it took for you to open the door. As expected, a puffy-eyed [ name ] appeared in the doorway. The sight of you almost sent him on a rant, but he stopped himself.

"Sorry for taking a while..." he searched for your eyes, "But I'm armed with snacks." The last bit came out as more of a question than a statement. He wasn't sure how enthusiastic he was allowed to sound, so he wanted to assess the situation first.

You didn't even look at the bag of goodies he brought before enveloping him in a hug.

"Yeah... sorry," he whispered, doing his best to return the hug.

Finally moving from the door, both of you ended up in your room. It was quiet for a while, but not in an awkward way. You were both just enjoying a pint of ice cream. The silence might have lasted longer if it weren't for Tanaka, who sent Nishinoya a meme.

'Damn Tanaka,' Nishinoya thought as he scrambled to silence his phone.

"They said they never gave me any reasons to get my hopes up. That... they could tell I liked them and went out of their way to make it obvious they weren't interested, but..." You drew a shaky breath. "I can't believe I didn't notice. I must have been so annoying."

"Did they seriously say that?" Nishinoya's blood was boiling.

You nodded, needing another moment to gather yourself. "I could even feel how annoyed they were." "What an ass. You'll probably think I'm saying all this because I'm your friend and would take your side in any situation, but he didn't deserve you. If that jerk could not see how amazing you are, that's on them. Not you. It just sucks you got your heart broken because of someone like that."

Nishinoya was glad to see you roll your eyes at him because it meant you were feeling slightly better.

"I don't know about being amazing and all that. If that were the case at least one person out there would like me, but there's no one." You shrugged.

"There is." The response slipped out on its own. "I'm sure there is," he quickly added.

"Doubt it."

"Why?"

"Because... well, because no one has ever said anything." You threw your arms up in defeat.

"What if they're afraid of telling you? Of getting rejected? You just found out how much it hurts."

"Yeah... you're right."

'Stupid. Stupid Noya.' He would shoot himself in the foot if he could.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-" He was panicking over what to say to fix his mistake.

"No, it's okay. You're right. After what happened today, I don't picture myself confessing to anyone ever again. And if anyone does confess to me one day, I know I'll never be that mean."

Nishinoya chuckled. "Being let off easy still hurt, you know."

"Sure, but it can't be as bad as being outright rejected on top of being ridiculed for confessing." You crossed your arms and huffed, but he could tell it was more for show.

"Can't argue with that," he shrugged. "So, is it safe to assume you're less upset about getting rejected but more about how they went about it?"

You nodded with a soft smile.

"I hope you know that ass really didn't deserve you. Besides, you can do so much better!"

"Oh yeah," you chuckled. "I deserve someone who will cherish me and treat me right. Someone who will bring me pizza at midnight."

"Ha, I've done that." Catching himself once again, Nishinoya quickly added, "And it wasn't fun."

"What are you talking about? We stayed up all night watching movies and talking. I remember cause you forgot you had practice the next morning and were dying." You were now laughing.

"Exactly, not fun."

"Whatever."

The night went on like that, harmless banter back and forth with some movies and laughter sprinkled in between. The person who'd ruined part of your day was long forgotten by now.

"You should just stay over at this point. It's 4am, and you don't have practice tomorrow. So it's okay, right?" You were already pulling the blanket over the both of you as you spoke.

"Fine. Just don't kick me off the bed when you wake up in the morning cause you forgot you asked me to stay."

"I only did that once!" You laugh at the memory.

"Once was enough!"

"Okay, okay. I'll make it up to you if I do it again." You scooted a little closer to him and shut your eyes.

"How about you make it up for last time first?"

"With what?" You yawn.

'A date.'

He thought he had said it outloud when he heard the exact same words he was thinking, but you'd been the one to utter them. Maybe it'd been a figment of his imagination, he was tired after all. But he would soon find out they weren't. He would have to wait until morning though, cause you were out like a light.

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asnymoon · 19 hours ago

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₊˚. Asanoya oneshot - Sleep deprived .˚₊

✧ Masterlist | Socmed aus | Fanfics ✧

#socmed au #socmed au haikyuu #asanoya #asahi azumane #nishinoya yuu #hq fanfic #hq fluff #azumane asahi x nishinoya yuu #oneshot #oneshot au #socmed oneshot #hq smau #fanfic writer #hq writer #fluff #haikyu fluff

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strwbivy · 6 months ago

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ASKING HAIKYU MEN TO BUY YOU.. PADS Ⅱ .ᐟ.ᐣ

synopsis. i think the title pretty much sums it up, just short scenarios when you ask them to buy pads :)

wc. 1.3k words | genre. fluffy, w/ sight crack | cw. f!reader (obv), bad cramps, romantic relationship (～￣▽￣)～ featuring. ❛ DAICHI, SUGA, TANAKA, NOYA, USHIJIMA❜ parts. Ⅰ. Ⅱ.

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! ong daichi and asahi looks so goofy in the header and why is does everything seems to have bad quality 😭😭 anyways, READ WELL READER !

♡—SAWAMURA DAICHI

he knows the basic information about periods and pads. after the moment you had chatted with him he followed your request to buy a pad without any trouble. he walks to a nearby convenience store and grabs a pack of overnight pads. and as he was about to go the cashier, something had caught his eyes. the box of [flavor] tea, he eyed it and remembered that you had mentioned that you drink this kind of tea whenever you felt stressed or tired. he took the box and made his way to the cashier to pay, and he walked to your house. meanwhile, you were on your couch, sulking in pain caused by your period. you groaned as you squeezed your eyes and held your stomach just as another wave of painful cramp hit you. your ears caught the sound of knocking, you immediately recalled that you had told your boyfriend to buy you pads. you got up from the couch, having your back hunched over and your hand over your hurting stomach. the silver knob on the door opened, and daichi straightened his back and smiled, but that smile faltered a bit when he saw your pained expression. "darling?! are you okay?" he looked at you with concerned eyes as you let him in your house. "a-augh.. no.." you closed the door and immediately laid on the couch, sprawling your limbs all over the couch. he let out a half-suppressed laugh and sets down the plastic bag, and comes to you. "aww.. i'm sorry that you're feeling that way, i bought you the tea you like. do want me to brew you some?" he asked, smiling at you. "yes.. please." you grunted out. he then headed to your kitchen and brewed tea for you. after brewing the tea, he sat down beside you and handed out the tea. you thanked him and drank the [flavor] flavored tea, and the tea ended up making you feel better so you and daichi spent the rest of the day with each other <3

note : he's canonically an older brother and has younger sisters so he definitely has some experience! ( ty to that person who commented this on my old post )

♡—SUGAWARA KŌSHI

if you were to describe this man, i'd be 'green flag', well technically it's two words, but you get the idea. he knows that menstruations come up every month, so he's always there to help you, and he also knows the basic stuff too. he just straightforwardly buys you a pack of large pads, and some snacks went to your house. as he entered your house, he gave you a peck on the cheek— causing you to blush and give him a kiss back, too. "hey, what about we watch a movie?? i bought some snackss!" he said while handing out the bag. earlier, he bought a pack of microwaveable popcorn, so he microwaved it up. after he was done, he set up the snacks on the table in front of your tv, and both of you did movie marathon while cuddling sweetly ♡

♡—RYŪNOSUKE TANAKA

he's DEFINETLY has researched what menstruations are. he knows almost everything about it and maybe even more than you. he has studied it scientifically, learning how and why it happens, and he makes sure to absorb everything he reads when he studies about it. and because he's so well educated about periods, so ever since you both got together, he has downloaded a 'period tracker app'. so he knows when he can help you get through your period with ease well, the best he can at least. and also whenever he gets a notification from the app, he always takes the opportunity to come and help you. some time later, after you texted each other, he arrived at your front door. he was carrying a backpack that seemed to be full of stuff. you eyeing the black bag until he spoke. "babyyyy! are you okay? are you getting cramps? i have something that could help you if you are!" he quickly said as he inspected at every corner of your body. "ryuu, I'm okayy!" you giggled from the ticklish feeling of his hands when he 'investigated' you. "ahh.. good." he sighed from relief upon hearing your sweet giggle. both of you then entered home, and he put dropped his bag on a table. you were surprised by the loud sound when tanaka placed down his bag. "uhhh ryu? did you.. bring a lot of stuff.. like last time?" he looked at you with his eyebrows raised as he unzipped the bag. "nope! actually i..." the man paused his words as he completely finished unzipping the bag before dumping the contents of it, and it seemed to be.. multiple packs of pads?! a heating pad, and more other items that are related to menstruations. "brought more!" he said joyfully, having a smirk plastered on his face. "new record babyyy!" he wooed loudly as he let out a laugh while your jaw dropped and your wide eyes blinked at the amount of pads. it was quite strange.. he was quite literally celebrating that he got more the amount of pads than before, but you just let out a little sigh of pleasure as you watched him celebrate. you then came closer to him, and gave him a kiss unexpectedly— causing him slowly turn his head towards you, he shivered from the feeling of your warm lips on his cheeks while his arms were wrapping himself. he was also giggling uncontrollably, and his cheeks were tinted pink. oh, how you so much you just love your himbo-of-a-boyfriend so much ♡

♡—NISHINOYA YŪ

he's quite similar to tanaka in a way because he's trained by him! tanaka taught him the way he learned it, by googling and watching videos of course. (don't take that sentence wrong) nishinoya has gone through tanaka's training by texting him and pretending to be you. he honestly did well, but when it happens, it actually happens.. he's surprisingly nervous. but nonetheless, he still buys your needed item with a swirling uneasy feeling in his stomach. after buying the pad you were in need of, he skipped his way to your house. as he faced your front door, he let out a heavy breath before knocking on your door. you then heard the knock and swung the door open, just to see nishinoya handing out the plastic bag to you with his eyes closed. it's as if he was a young boy who just started courting you, having a bouquet in his hands standing in front of your parent's house. you giggled at the sight of your boyfriend as you planted a kiss on his forehead to show your thankfulness. he just smiled, and he returned your kiss.

♡—WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

he's very straightforward with things, so when you chatted him he just simply followed your request and bought it with no trouble. he doesn't think that buying pads for someone is embarrassing. he thinks that pads are as normal buying anything else. after you texted him, he headed to a nearby store and bought a pack of pads. then he exited out of the door and made his way to your house. when he arrived at your house, he gave you the pads with a soft smile on his face. "thank youu ushijimaa!", he nodded at you. "do you need anything else? i can help you with anything." he said, smiling again, "hmm yea actually.. can you buy painkillers? these cramps are killing me! get it?" your awful pun made the man to chuckle. "mhmm, i knew it." you raised your brow at his statement while you watched him grab something out of his pocket hoodie. he then hands you out a bottle of painkillers. "babyyy?? omg thank you so much!" the man had a knowing smile on his lips, "seems like i guessed right." he emitted out a quiet laugh. and just as you were about to hug him, a pain of wave came up on your stomach, causing your arms to only hover around his body, and you groaned in pain. he sighed with a smile, and he did the hug for you, his large arms wrapped around your body. "c'mon now, let's head inside and make you drink up this pill." you nodded, and he placed his on your shoulder and guided you to your home. "we'll continue to hug once you feel better." he assured you, placing a soft kiss atop of your head.

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suplicyy · 5 months ago

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Hello I saw your requests are open and thought I would drop one

I saw you do multiple characters so headcanons for Daichi,Nishinoya,and Hinata (separate) x rich male reader (if u want to do only one I would like it to be Daichi) the reader is the carefree rich kid spends money however and only went to Karasuno cause he thought it would be fun and he has no problems spending all his money on the people he cares about up to date gym equipment,paying for cheerleaders for the team and reader’s S/O is spoiled the most whatever food they want there closet is filled to the brim with clothes reader buys them treats the boys like gods (I’m quite new to requesting so sorry if this came off as rude in any way)

I want it, I got it!

Haikyuu boys x Rich!Reader

— Summary: He with a rich boyfriend who loves to spoil him!

— Characters: Hinata, Nishinoya, Daichi.

— Tags/Genre: Fluff | Male!Reader

Hinata Shoyo

He really has no idea what you saw in him: someone who is clumsy and who never achieved a high grade in any subject at school, and of course, who doesn't have a lot of money

His lively personality always made your day the best ever, it seemed that being by his side made you 100% better if you were sad. If you could, you could give the whole world just to him... but wait, you can!

Hinata is already getting worried about the amount of gifts you give him, his bedroom is tiny and he's almost running out of space for all the things you buy for him.

And you know how much he loves volleyball, so most of his gifts are based on that: official merchs, new equipments, and one time you even took him to see an official match!

He sometimes feels insecure about not being able to give you an expensive gift like the ones you give him, but already you love all the things he gives you.

It doesn't matter if it's just a souvenir like a cute keychain he saw and immediately remembered you for, or some snack he thought you'd like, the big smile on your face is enough to him realize how much you adore him.

One day, Hinata was doing his daily bike ride to school, and he ended up getting distracted watching the landscape, which resulted in a bad fall on the asphalt. He only had a few scratches, but the same couldn't be said about his beloved bike.

On the same day, you showed up at his door with a new bike that is identical to his old one.

At that moment he was SO happy, he was so attached to that bike, and no matter how many times you offered to give him a ride to the school with your car, he always preferred to cycle, an act that was part of his routine.

Nishinoya Yuu

He LOVES to be spoiled, and you love to spoil those you care about, so it's no exaggeration to say that you were made for each other.

I think he wouldn't be the kind of guy who would ask you to buy luxury things like designer clothes, but rather things that only an eleven-year-old boy would ask for.

"[Name]!! Did you see that commercial for those sneakers that glow in the dark!?" "Let’s go to the amusement park this weekend pleaseeee!!"

And if you give him a gift, expect to get one in return!!

He would love to give you gifts, especially sweets or snacks. Even if you insist that you pay, he always buys you and him a popsicle when leaving school.

But it's not just gifts that he likes to be pampered with, he's someone who REALLY likes physical affection, so don't be surprised if one day he stays attached to you like a tick for the rest of the day.

Many people in your life already said they liked your company/said they were your friend just out of interest in the fact that you have a lot of money, but Nishinoya was never that kind of person.

You can be sure that with money or not, he would be with you no matter what, because what really attracted him was your personality that matched his.

Sawamura Daichi

Daichi is definitely that type of person who is always embarrassed when he receives a gift, in addition to being a great saver too, which often leads him to worry about his significant other's expenses (even if that's the last thing you're worried about lol).

"Y-You really didn't need to...!" "Please don't worry about me, I really don't need another sports sneakers, the one I already have is still in good condition!" Says Daichi holding up a pair of worn-out sneakers.

The truth is that he is not someone who has little money, the real problem is that he is a cheapskate, someone of the type who is stubborn about their own savings. He will only buy something new if it is already in a state of disintegration...💀

But you are here to change that! Always reassure him that everything is fine and that you really don't mind spending your own money just to see his happiness, as every penny is worth it.

By becoming more confident about this matter, Daichi will no longer worry about it as much and will try to be more relaxed about it.

For the team, it's as if you two were Karasuno's parents: Daichi being the responsible and sometimes strict father, and you being the cool and caring father who always gives the best gifts on holidays (see what I mean?)

You care about the team as much as Sawamura, as you were able to see up close the trajectory and evolution of everyone by his side.

So you always love to help everyone on the team if they are going through any difficulties.

Couldn't find a bus to take part in a match? In the same second you find one ten times better than the one they were planning to travel on. Is any gym equipment damaged? The next day you show up with a brand new one. Are they hungry after a long day of training? When you all leave school, you immediately go straight to a steakhouse, all expenses at your own expense, of course.

It's canon that Daichi is one of the characters with the biggest appetite in the series, so it's not an exaggeration to say that most of the things you give him as gifts are edible.

And as much as you can buy whatever food you want, he always preferred your homemade food.

The way you prepare each dish, always making them with the greatest care in the world, was certainly something that was worth much more to him than fancy and expensive things.

— A/N: Hello I'm back!!!! I'm sorry if it didn't turn out the way you wanted, I tried my best to write something good!!😓

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kiesbrainjuice · 5 months ago

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I'm not sure if you're still accepting request but I want to try to send one. I already tried to send this request to some writers here who's accepting request but sadly they didn't noticed.

This idea might be cliche story for Nishinoya but I want to see how you do it with your style of writing.

3rd year Nishinoya x kouhai female reader oneshot. The reader is quite smitten for Nishinoya that leads to love confession before her senpai graduates from highschool. Though the reader is smitten for Noya, she's an accepting person, whether her senpai reciprocates her feelings or not. Something like that. It's up to you if you're going to sweet, bittersweet, or angst ending route.

Thank you and Have a nice day~♡♡

— EYES WITHOUT A FACE ! nishinoya yuu

syn : a shy first year girl confesses her crush to the 3rd year Nishinoya, leading to dates and the start of their relationship.

wc : 5.3k

tw : none ! oneshot

a/n : sure thing ! I think it’s an amazing plot ! plus I was searching for a good plot for yuu fictions 😭 ! so yeah I did one, I hope you’ll like it !!

The early morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Karasuno High School, casting a warm, golden glow across the empty corridors. As a second-year student, you had grown accustomed to the serene tranquility that enveloped the school before the morning rush. Today, however, felt different. Your heart was fluttering in your chest, a mix of excitement and anxiety that had become a familiar companion over the past few months. The reason for this upheaval in your otherwise calm life was none other than Nishinoya Yuu, the energetic and charismatic libero of the boys' volleyball team.

Your first encounter with Nishinoya had been nothing short of memorable. It was during the first week of the new school year, and you were still finding your way around the labyrinthine halls of Karasuno High. Lost and frustrated, you had been wandering aimlessly when you heard a cheerful voice call out to you.

"Hey, you look a bit lost! Need some help?"

Turning around, you saw him for the first time. Nishinoya Yuu stood there, a bright smile on his face, his spiky hair and confident demeanor instantly catching your attention. You had read about the infamous "Guardian Deity" of Karasuno in the school newsletter, but seeing him in person was an entirely different experience. He radiated an infectious energy that immediately put you at ease.

Blushing slightly, you nodded. "Y-Yes, please. I'm trying to find the science lab."

Nishinoya's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "No problem! Follow me, I'll show you the way."

As you walked together, he chatted animatedly about the school, his love for volleyball, and the upcoming matches. You found yourself captivated by his passion and the genuine kindness in his eyes. By the time you reached the science lab, you realized you had barely said a word, too engrossed in listening to him.

"Here we are," he announced with a flourish. "If you ever need help again, just look for me. I'm Nishinoya Yuu, by the way."

Smiling shyly, you introduced yourself. "Thank you, Nishinoya-senpai. I'm [Y/N]."

From that moment on, your days at Karasuno High were irrevocably changed. You found yourself looking forward to any opportunity to catch a glimpse of him, whether it was during lunch breaks, in the corridors, or at the volleyball matches you began attending religiously. Watching him play was mesmerizing; his agility, his unwavering determination, and the way he seemed to defy gravity as he leaped to make impossible saves left you in awe.

Your friends quickly noticed your growing infatuation and teased you about it endlessly. "You should just talk to him," they urged, but the thought of approaching Nishinoya outside of those chance encounters left you paralyzed with nerves. What if he didn't remember you? What if he thought you were just another fan?

Despite your reservations, you couldn't help but cherish the small moments that you shared. One afternoon, you were sitting in the courtyard, engrossed in a book, when a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Hey, [Y/N], what are you reading?"

Startled, you looked up to see Nishinoya standing in front of you, his usual bright smile in place. You felt your heart skip a beat as you struggled to find your voice.

"O-Oh, um, it's just a novel for…class," you stammered, holding up the book for him to see.

Nishinoya's eyes lit up with interest. "Cool! I like reading sports magazines and manga too. What's it about?"

As you explained the plot, you couldn't help but notice how attentive he was, his eyes never leaving yours. The conversation flowed more easily than you had anticipated, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

"Well, I should get going," Nishinoya said eventually, glancing at his watch. "Practice starts soon. It was nice talking to you, [Y/N]. See you around!"

You watched him walk away, your heart racing. Every interaction, no matter how brief, left you feeling like you were floating on air. You replayed those moments in your mind over and over again, finding solace in the fact that he seemed to remember you.

Your shyness around Nishinoya was both a blessing and a curse. It meant that every glance, every smile he sent your way felt like a precious gift, but it also meant that you struggled to express your feelings openly. You found yourself writing letters you never intended to send, pouring your heart out on paper in a way you could never do in person.

One particularly vivid memory stood out among the rest. It was during a particularly intense volleyball match against Aoba Johsai. You were in the stands, your eyes glued to the court as Nishinoya and his teammates fought valiantly. The atmosphere was electric, the tension palpable as the score remained neck and neck.

In a moment of sheer brilliance, Nishinoya made an incredible save, diving across the court and sending the ball back into play. The crowd erupted in cheers, and you found yourself on your feet, clapping and shouting his name.

After the match, you lingered near the gym, hoping for a chance to congratulate him. When he finally emerged, sweaty and exhausted but beaming with pride, you gathered all your courage and approached him.

"Nishinoya-senpai, that was amazing! You were incredible out there."

He grinned, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Thanks, [Y/N]! I'm glad you enjoyed the match. It means a lot to have your support."

His words sent a thrill through you, and you felt your cheeks heat up. "Of course! I'll always cheer for you and the team."

From then on, your admiration for Nishinoya only grew. You admired his dedication, his unwavering spirit, and the way he always seemed to find joy in everything he did. Every day, you looked forward to the moments when your paths would cross, even if it was just a fleeting glance or a quick exchange of words.

As the school year progressed, you found yourself becoming more involved in school activities, partly as a way to be closer to him. You joined the student council, started helping out with the volleyball club's events, and even took up photography, hoping to capture the essence of the team's dynamic and Nishinoya's incredible plays.

Despite your efforts, your shyness remained a constant hurdle. There were times when you caught Nishinoya looking at you, a curious expression on his face, but you always looked away, too afraid to meet his gaze. Your friends continued to encourage you, insisting that you should take the plunge and tell him how you felt, but you couldn't shake the fear of rejection.

In the quiet moments, when you were alone with your thoughts, you often wondered what it would be like to confess your feelings. You imagined the scenarios, rehearsed the words in your mind, but when faced with the reality of it, your courage always seemed to falter.

The gym was bustling with activity as the boys' volleyball team practiced their drills, the sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the rhythmic thud of the volleyballs reverberating in the large space. You had come to the gym after your student council meeting, hoping to catch a glimpse of Nishinoya in action. He was, as always, a whirlwind of energy and skill, diving and leaping with an intensity that never failed to impress you.

As you stood at the edge of the gym, watching the team, you noticed a small group entering the building. It took a moment for you to recognize them, but when you did, your heart skipped a beat. Kiyoko Shimizu, no longer the team manager but still as poised and beautiful as ever, walked in with Daichi, Sugawara and Asahi, two former team members who had also graduated. They were here to visit, their presence immediately causing a stir among the current team members.

Your eyes were drawn to Nishinoya and his best friend, Tanaka Ryu. The moment they spotted Kiyoko, their faces lit up with unmistakable excitement. They exchanged a quick, knowing glance before sprinting across the gym, their voices rising in a chorus of enthusiastic shouts.

"Kiyoko-san! Kiyoko-san!" Nishinoya and Tanaka yelled in unison, their exuberance echoing through the gym. They skidded to a halt in front of her, their expressions a mixture of awe and adoration. With the two of them practically bouncing on their heels, their eyes shining with a fervent admiration that was almost comical in its intensity.

Kiyoko smiled warmly at them, clearly accustomed to their antics. "Hello, Nishinoya, Tanaka. It's good to see you both."

Seeing them together like that, the way Nishinoya's face brightened at her presence, was like a punch to the gut. You had known he admired her, but witnessing it firsthand brought a fresh wave of hurt. The way he looked at her, the sheer joy and admiration in his eyes, made you feel invisible. It was a stark reminder that no matter how much you liked him, his heart seemed to belong to someone else.

You watched as Nishinoya and Tanaka vied for Kiyoko's attention, each trying to outdo the other with their antics. They were like two eager puppies, desperate for a pat on the head from their beloved owner. The rest of the team watched with amused smiles, clearly used to this display.

"Alright, alright, settle down, you two," Daichi said, chuckling as he placed a hand on Tanaka's shoulder. "We're here to watch the practice, not disrupt it."

Nishinoya nodded vigorously, his enthusiasm undiminished. "Right! We'll show you how much we've improved, Kiyoko-san!"

The practice resumed, but your heart wasn't in it anymore. You felt a hollow ache in your chest as you watched Nishinoya play with renewed vigor, clearly wanting to impress Kiyoko. The way he moved, the intensity in his eyes, all of it was directed towards her, and it hurt more than you had expected.

You tried to focus on other things, on the other players, but your eyes kept drifting back to Nishinoya. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness, knowing that his heart was set on someone who was out of reach. The realization made you question your own feelings, wondering if you would ever be able to compete with the pedestal he had placed Kiyoko on.

As practice came to an end, you decided to leave quietly, slipping out of the gym before anyone could notice. The cool evening air hit your face as you stepped outside, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady your emotions. It was painful to see Nishinoya so infatuated with someone else, but you couldn't blame him. Kiyoko was everything you admired—beautiful, strong, and kind. It was no wonder he looked up to her.

Walking home, you resolved to continue supporting Nishinoya from afar, even if it meant dealing with the heartache. You couldn't change his feelings, but you could be there for him, cheering him on and finding joy in his successes.

—-

The morning began with a sense of determination you hadn't felt in a long time. Today was the day you would finally confess to Nishinoya Yuu. Your friends had spent the entire previous evening pumping you up, convincing you that this was your moment. Their encouragement echoed in your mind as you stood in front of the mirror, psyching yourself up.

"You got this, [Y/N]. Just be confident," you whispered to your reflection before heading out the door.

At school, your friends gathered around you, their eyes full of excitement and anticipation. "Today's the day, right?" one of them asked, grinning.

You nodded, your heart already pounding in your chest. "Yeah, today's the day."

The first opportunity came during the morning break. You spotted Nishinoya near the vending machines, chatting with Tanaka. Summoning all your courage, you approached him, your hands trembling slightly.

"Nishinoya-senpai," you began, but before you could say anything else, a group of first-year students crowded around the vending machines, pushing you aside.

"Sorry!" one of them said, not noticing your disappointment.

Nishinoya smiled at you apologetically. "Catch you later, [Y/N]!" he called as he was swept away by the crowd.

You sighed, feeling a pang of frustration. "Almost," you muttered to yourself.

The next chance came at lunchtime. You had spotted him sitting under a tree in the courtyard, eating his lunch alone. This was perfect. Taking a deep breath, you walked over, your heart racing.

"Hey, Nishinoya-senpai," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

He looked up, surprised but pleased to see you. "Oh, hey, [Y/N]! What's up?"

"I was wondering if we could talk," you started, but before you could continue, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break. Nishinoya jumped to his feet, grabbing his things.

"Sorry, gotta get to class! Talk later?" he said, already heading towards the building.

You watched him go, feeling deflated. "Later," you echoed weakly.

As the day wore on, you found yourself growing more anxious and frustrated. Every time you tried to approach him, something got in the way. During the afternoon break, you saw him near the library, but just as you were about to call out to him, the loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing an urgent student council meeting. By the time you got out of the meeting, he was gone.

By the end of the day, you were exhausted and disheartened. You had tried so many times and failed each time. As you walked home, the sky painted in hues of orange and pink by the setting sun, you couldn't help but feel like giving up. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.

Passing by the gymnasium, you heard the familiar sound of a volleyball hitting the floor. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked inside. There, alone in the dimly lit gym, was Nishinoya. He was practicing his receives, his movements sharp and focused.

Something inside you stirred. This was your moment. No interruptions, no crowds—just you and him. Taking a deep breath, you walked into the gym, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly.

"Nishinoya-senpai," you called, your voice wavering slightly.

He looked up, surprised to see you. "Oh, hey, [Y/N]! What are you doing here?"

You walked closer, your heart pounding. "I... I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure, what's up?" he asked, wiping sweat from his brow and giving you his undivided attention.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "Nishinoya-senpai, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."

He tilted his head, curiosity and a hint of concern in his eyes. "What is it?"

Your hands were trembling, but you pressed on. "I've admired you for a while now. I love your passion, your energy, and how you always give your all in everything you do. You inspire me, and... I really like you. I was wondering if... if you would like to go on a date with me."

The silence that followed felt like an eternity. Nishinoya's eyes widened, and for a moment, you feared the worst. But then, a slow smile spread across his face.

"Wow, [Y/N], I didn't know you felt that way," he said, his voice gentle. "I’m really flattered. You’re always so kind and supportive. I’d love to go on a date with you."

Relief and joy surged through you, and you couldn't help but smile back. "Really? You mean it?"

He nodded, his grin widening. "Yeah, really. How about this weekend? We can go to that new café in town."

"That sounds perfect," you said, feeling a lightness in your chest you hadn't felt all day.

Nishinoya laughed, a sound full of warmth and sincerity. "Great! It's a date, then."

As you left the gymnasium together, the sky darkening into twilight, you felt a sense of accomplishment and happiness that made all the failed attempts worth it. Nishinoya had agreed to go on a date with you, and that was more than you could have hoped for.

—

The weekend couldn't come fast enough. The anticipation of your first date with Nishinoya kept you on edge, your mind racing with excitement and nerves. When Saturday morning finally arrived, you spent extra time getting ready, carefully choosing an outfit that was both casual and a little bit special. You wanted to look your best for him.

The café Nishinoya had suggested was a quaint, cozy place on the edge of town, known for its warm ambiance and delicious pastries. You arrived a little early, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. As you waited outside, you couldn't help but fidget, checking your reflection in the café's window every few minutes.

"Hey, [Y/N]!" Nishinoya's voice called out, breaking through your thoughts.

You turned to see him jogging towards you, his face lit up with a cheerful smile. He looked effortlessly cool in his casual clothes, his hair still slightly tousled from his usual style. The sight of him made your heart skip a beat.

"Hi, Nishinoya-senpai," you greeted, smiling nervously.

"Call me Yuu," he said with a grin. "We're on a date, after all."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, but you nodded. "Okay, Yuu."

He opened the door for you, and you both stepped inside the café. The smell of fresh coffee and baked goods enveloped you, instantly making you feel at ease. You found a cozy corner table and settled in, the soft hum of conversation around you creating a comfortable background noise.

"So, what do you want to try?" Yuu asked, scanning the menu.

"I heard their pastries are really good," you suggested. "Maybe we could share a few?"

"Sounds like a plan!" he agreed. "I'll get us some drinks. How about a cappuccino for you?"

"That would be great, thanks," you said, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

As Yuu went to place the order, you couldn't help but watch him, admiring the way he moved with such confidence and ease. It was hard to believe that you were actually on a date with him, the boy you had admired from afar for so long.

When he returned, he carried a tray with two steaming cups of cappuccino and an assortment of pastries. "Here we go," he said, setting the tray down. "Hope you're hungry!"

The pastries were as delicious as you had heard, and the cappuccinos were the perfect complement. As you ate and sipped your drinks, the conversation flowed easily. Yuu was full of stories about his adventures with the volleyball team, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time.

"And then," Yuu said, chuckling, "Tanaka tripped over his own feet and fell face-first into the sand. We were supposed to be practicing our dives, but it turned into a comedy show."

You laughed, imagining the scene. "Sounds like you guys have a lot of fun."

"Yeah, we do," he agreed, his eyes twinkling. "But it's also hard work. We push each other to be better."

The hours seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the sun was beginning to set. You both stepped outside the café, the evening air cool and refreshing.

"Thanks for today, Yuu," you said, feeling a warm glow in your chest. "I had a really great time."

"Me too, [Y/N]," he replied, his smile genuine. "Hey, there's a festival next weekend. Would you like to go with me?"

Your heart leapt at the invitation. "I'd love to!"

"Great! It's a date, then," he said, giving you a playful wink. "I'll pick you up at six?"

"Perfect," you agreed, feeling a surge of excitement.

—

The week passed in a blur of anticipation. You couldn't wait for the festival, imagining the fun you would have and the memories you would make. When the day finally arrived, you spent extra time getting ready, choosing a light summer dress that felt perfect for the occasion.

Yuu arrived promptly at six, looking excited and a little nervous. "Ready to go?" he asked, offering his hand.

You took it, feeling a spark of electricity at the contact. "Absolutely."

The festival was a riot of colors and sounds. Lanterns hung from every available surface, their warm light casting a magical glow over the bustling crowd. Stalls lined the streets, offering everything from delicious street food to handcrafted trinkets. The air was filled with the cheerful sounds of laughter, music, and the occasional pop of fireworks.

"This place is amazing," you said, looking around in wonder.

"Yeah, it is," Yuu agreed. "Let's check out the food stalls first. I'm starving."

You wandered through the festival, sampling various treats and enjoying the festive atmosphere. Yuu was full of energy, his enthusiasm contagious as he pointed out different stalls and suggested things to try.

"Have you ever tried takoyaki?" he asked, leading you to a stall that smelled heavenly.

You shook your head. "No, but I've always wanted to."

"You're in for a treat," he said, ordering a plate for you both. "These are the best."

He was right—the takoyaki was delicious, the perfect blend of flavors and textures. As you ate, you found yourself relaxing, the nervousness of earlier fading away in the warm, friendly atmosphere.

"Let's go see the games," Yuu suggested after you finished eating. "I'm pretty good at the ring toss."

You spent the next hour trying out various games, laughing as you both failed spectacularly at some and triumphed at others. Yuu won you a small stuffed animal at the ring toss, presenting it to you with a proud grin.

"For you," he said, his eyes shining with happiness.

"Thank you, Yuu," you said, accepting the gift with a smile.

As the evening wore on, the sky grew darker, and the festival lights shone even brighter. The highlight of the night was the fireworks display, and Yuu led you to a spot on a hill that offered the perfect view.

"Here, this is the best place to watch," he said, sitting down on the grass and patting the spot next to him.

You sat down, feeling the warmth of his presence beside you. As the first fireworks exploded in the sky, painting it with brilliant colors, you couldn't help but feel a sense of magic in the air.

"This is amazing," you said softly, watching the fireworks in awe.

"Yeah," Yuu agreed, his voice just as soft. "It really is."

For a moment, you both sat in comfortable silence, watching the display. Then, Yuu turned to you, his expression serious but warm.

"[Y/N], I had a really great time with you tonight," he said. "I know this might sound sudden, but... would you like to go out with me again? Like…as my girlfriend?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mix of surprise and joy flooding through you. "I'd love to, Yuu," you said, your voice barely more than a whisper.

His face lit up with a radiant and full of love smile. "Really? You’re my girlfriend then?"

You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the summer night. "Really, I love you, yuu…"

As the final fireworks burst into the sky, his eyes widen and he leaned close to you, his lips brushing yours as his hand were on your neck, at the last fireworks, he smashed your lips with yours. You couldn't help but feel that this was the beginning of something wonderful...

“I love you too…[Y/N].”

It had been a month since you and Yuu had confessed your feelings under the fireworks. The two of you had enjoyed your moments together, keeping your relationship private, savoring the thrill of stolen glances and secret smiles. However, today felt different. You had decided to visit him during his volleyball practice, a gesture that hinted at your readiness to share your relationship with the world.

As you approached the gym, the familiar sounds of laughter, shouts, and the thud of volleyballs greeted you. You paused at the entrance, taking a deep breath, the scent of sweat and the sight of the team hard at work filling your senses. Your heart pounded with anticipation, and you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness.

There he was—Nishinoya, your Yuu, in the center of it all, his energy contagious as he encouraged his teammates. You couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, so alive and full of passion. Gathering your courage, you stepped into the gym and walked toward him.

"Yuu!" you called out, your voice cutting through the noise.

He turned, his face lighting up when he saw you. Without a second thought, he jogged over, a wide grin on his face. Before you could say anything, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, pressing a quick but affectionate kiss to your lips. Your cheeks flushed, and your heart raced at the unexpected public display of affection.

The gym fell silent. Every pair of eyes was on the two of you, shock and curiosity etched on their faces. The team had seen you around before, but this was the first time they witnessed such intimacy between you and their libero.

"Whoa, Nishinoya!" Tanaka's voice broke the silence, filled with surprise and amusement. "Did we just see that right?"

Nishinoya kept his arm around your waist, his confidence unwavering. "Yeah, you did," he said, his voice loud and clear. "Everyone, this is [Y/N]. We're dating."

A chorus of reactions followed.

"About time!" Sugawara said with a knowing smile, nudging Daichi. "I had a feeling something was going on."

"Well, I didn't see that coming," Asahi admitted, scratching his head, but his expression was warm and accepting.

Hinata and Kageyama looked at each other, eyes wide. "No way! Nishinoya-senpai has a girlfriend?" Hinata exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.

Kageyama nodded slowly, still processing the information. "I guess we should've known. He's always been bold."

Tsukishima adjusted his glasses, a smirk playing on his lips. "This explains why he's been in such a good mood lately."

Yamaguchi elbowed him lightly, grinning. "Come on, Tsukki, let them have their moment."

Tanaka, however, took a more dramatic approach. He fell to his knees, clutching his chest as if in pain. "Noya, how could you?" he wailed, his voice filled with mock sorrow. "I thought we were best friends! How could you keep this from me?"

Nishinoya rolled his eyes but laughed, clearly amused by his friend's theatrics. "Relax, Tanaka. It’s not like I was hiding a secret identity or anything."

"Still," Tanaka sniffed dramatically, wiping away imaginary tears, "I expected better. I'm heartbroken, man."

You couldn't help but giggle at the exaggerated display. "I'm sorry, Tanaka," you said, trying to keep a straight face. "We'll make it up to you, I promise."

Tanaka's expression brightened instantly. "You better! I expect to be the first to know about all future developments!"

Nishinoya looked down at you, his eyes shining with happiness. "I wanted everyone to know," he said softly, just for you to hear. "No more hiding."

You nodded, feeling a rush of relief and joy. "I'm glad," you whispered back.

The rest of practice continued with a new energy in the air. The team seemed to feed off the excitement of the reveal, their spirits high and their camaraderie even stronger. You stayed to watch, cheering them on and exchanging smiles with Yuu whenever your eyes met.

After practice ended, the team gathered around you both, eager to know more about your relationship. Nishinoya held your hand proudly, answering their questions with enthusiasm.

"So, how long has this been going on?" Tanaka asked, his curiosity palpable.

"About a month," you replied, glancing at Yuu with a smile. "We wanted to keep it to ourselves for a bit."

Sugawara nodded, his expression understanding. "Makes sense. But we're happy for you guys."

"Thanks, Suga-san," Yuu said, his gratitude genuine. "It means a lot."

As the team dispersed, heading to the locker room to change, Nishinoya pulled you aside, his eyes soft with affection. "Thanks for coming today," he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "It made everything feel more real."

"I'm glad I did," you replied, your heart full. "I love you, Yuu."

"I love you too," he said, kissing you again, this time more tenderly.

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lizzy06 · 5 months ago

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Nishinoya Yu x Reader Fic Recs!!

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Karasuno Fic Rec Masterlist

The Claw ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor)Claw machines are unfair, and your boyfriend is seriously impatient. You see where this is going, right? [COMPLETED]

Bad Sleeping Habits by @oreosmama (oneshot, humor, slight smut) You and Nishinoya have some pretty weird sleeping habits. [COMPLETED]

Your Biggest Fan✨ by queenofhyrule (crush, friends to lovers, fluff)It's the most important game Karasuno has ever played up until that point, and OF COURSE you didn't even make it there on time. Hopefully the surprise you had in store for your best friend would make up for being late. It was the one thing he always said he wanted to happen, so of course you took it upon yourself to do it. That's what best friends were for, right?

Of All Things to Say… ✨by @dammitlogan (soulmate au, oneshot)First words are written on wrist.

Quiddity✨ by @shishinoya (soulmate au, oneshot)in a world where each person has their own unique way of finding their soulmates, yours is quite rare and makes it difficult for you to figure out who your significant other is. Constantly seeing images appear in your head leaves you wondering where these beautiful pictures are coming from. Little do you know, these pictures are just what leads you to the love of your life.

soulmate au by @lovely-angst (oneshot, soulmate au)First words are written on wrist in foreign language.

Flower and Blossom ✨by @shiishki (soulmate au, hurt/comfort, oneshot) where whenever your soulmate gets a cut or bruise, flowers bloom out of the same spit on your body.

soulmate au by @guessmonsta (soulmate au, oneshot) First words are written on wrist.

Bruises by ketsamachan (oneshot, soulmate au)here the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them.

Letters and Actions✨ by NyxDeLaNuit (hurt/comfort, angst, reader was cheated on) You were happily married to Tanaka until the cameras caught the end of a conversation you weren't supposed to hear. Now Noya's left with the pieces, and he'll put you back together, no matter what it takes.

Waltz & Whispers - Yuu Nishinoya x Reader✨ by IppenX (fluff, dancing) Noya took pride in being the loudest on the team and working the hardest whenever he could, no matter how much others tried to tell him he has to stop before he over-works himself.until he suddenly had to save someone else from getting lost in her own ambitions.

Split Lives {Nishinoya You x reader} by GhostiMoth(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Between the ages of 13 and 19, there is a single day where you are your soulmate switch bodies for a day; known as the Switch. It's different for every couple and there's usually no warning when it is going to happen.

Long Lost Love by nakkacchii (oneshot, childhood friends, fluff, jealousy)

YUU NISHINOYA: Please don't give up on her... by AussieTeller Mr (humor, fluff, friends to lovers)Rolling Thunder finds himself out of his depths when he falls for a girl with hidden secrets. Fluffy, cute, and overwhelmingly tooth rotting!

We should have been doing this the whole time ✨ by pseudoflowers (flowers476) (smut, fluff,oneshot) Taking the annual family trip together, Noya x Female Reader finally accept their long term feelings and move their relationship forward.

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winding back and unlearning - nishinoya yuu/reader (NSFW)

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A/N: I've had this written since February 29th I just didn't feel like editing it. so I didn't. I still haven't REALLY edited but it's fine just tell me it's good even if it isn't. writing smut is 50% me going "wow I'm the greatest writer ever" and 50% me going "maybe I should stop writing forever". this time for real I have another two oneshots coming - another noya/reader smutshot which is already written and just pending a rest for editing purposes and a karasuno team gangbang which will need a bit more work before it's ready to post but it's already drafted so we'll see! ANYWAYS. nishinoya. you agree. reblog.

Summary: Noya shows you how to let go.

Warnings: smut, reader is referred to as a girl multiple times/is afab, biting (I mean come on you know me by now). this is a deleted scene from the previous work linked above but you don't need to read that to understand that they fuckin'.

Word count: 2100+

“Let me show you how to let go, then.”

There’s no illusions about what he means. Not this time, not with his lips dancing down your neck to your exposed shoulder. Not with his hips pressing into yours, not with his fingertips toying with the edge of his shirt you’re wearing, and not with his fingertips brushing the bare skin at your waist.

You nod and hope you won’t regret it.

Noya’s hands dance underneath your shirt, push it up and out of the way but not off. At the sight of you, he lets out a sharp little intake of breath. He sighs down into you, stops you when you move to take the shirt all the way off. “As hot as you are, I kinda wanna fuck you wearing my clothes.”

You huff a laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

Still, the words flutter down to your core. His hands roam your chest, never able to settle anywhere, until he can’t take it anymore and leans in to kiss your neck. “God, you’re hot.”

“How many times are you going to—mm—“

He snickers against your throat. “Oh, we’re still sensitive here, huh?”

“Oh, fuck you.”

“Trying,” he mumbles.

Oh, fine. You’re supposed to be trying this “letting go” thing, anyway. You tug at his shirt, let him ravish your neck. “Noya,” you breathe as he finds just the right spot. He responds with a sharp bite. “Careful—mark,” you gasp.

“That doesn’t sound like a complaint to me.” Bastard. You can feel him grinning.

“I have to go back to work at some point after this,” you whine. “Do you want me to walk into the office covered in hickeys or something?”

A muffled laugh. “Well—“

“Do not answer that.”

“Fine, fine.”

He returns to his mission—apparently, to get his mouth on every bit of your skin he possibly can. He’s eager and skilled with his mouth, goes out of his way to mark you places you can’t complain about. (He may or may not get away with marking you in one or two places you should be complaining about.) When he seems satisfied with having made a new tapestry on your neck and shoulders, he returns his attention to your tits, slides your bra off and out from under the shirt with little difficulty.

“That’s better,” he whispers before leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth.

He’s attentive, or perhaps fixated—one hand on your waist, one on the other breast, both determined to map out the extent of your body however they can as you gasp into the room. When he seems satisfied, he switches, laughing around your flesh as you whine and arch your back into him. He nips at the underside of your breast before moving downward, his hips grinding against your leg just so you know he’s hard.

Not to be outdone, you, too, take the time to map out his body, find places to taste his skin, feel his muscles where he’s retained gorgeous toning from when you were younger. “Okay, I know you want to fuck me wearing your clothes, but I’d like to see you, so will you please—“

“Fine, fine.” He pulls back, whips his shirt off to let you see him. Yeah, he’s still well-toned, still got the hint of abs and the nice arms that used to have your mind wandering back in the day. They feel nice underneath your palms as you sit up to kiss him, his stomach twitching as you lightly drag your nails on the way down.

“God, you’re still so hot,” you groan as your hand meets his mark. He’s hard in your hand as you palm him through his shorts, lets out a low groan of his own as he drops his head onto your shoulder.

“I can’t keep waiting like this.” He grabs your wrist, pushes you down. “Give me a sec.”

You lean back, watch with lidded eyes as he scrambles a little overexcitedly out of his pants. His cock springs free and heavy against his stomach, and before he crawls back on top on you, he finds a condom in his side table and drops it beside you. You laugh. “You really are excitable.”

“Oh, hush,” he says, rolling his eyes. He grabs at your shorts—his, really—and tugs, pulling you towards him with them.

“I thought you didn’t want me taking your clothes off?”

He raises an eyebrow, glaring playfully. “How am I going to eat you out with the shorts on?”

“I’m sure you could find a way.”

“Too much work.” He climbs back on top of you, hands finding your ass and pulling you in close to his mouth. The flat of his tongue drags across your sex, and you drop your head back with a sigh.

He moans again you. “Delicious,” he murmurs, pausing to bite at your inner thigh. He loses himself there, taking the time to leave yet another mark on your skin. You whine, rolling your hips up against nothing.

“Quit marking me and just—“

He moves up, bites harder at your hip. “Hmm?”

“Ugh, Noyaaa, you know what I want.”

He chuckles. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Touch me,” you whine.

“Touch you…?”

“Touch me please. Asshole.”

“Mm. I wanna mark you a bit more.”

“I am going to kick your ass—“

“Hot.” Nevertheless, his fingers find your pussy and press in gently. “You’re so wet, you know that? You didn’t have to tell me a thing.”

You roll your hips up at the contact, only for him to pull his hand away. He clicks his tongue.

“[name],” he practically sings. “You’re going to have to be patient.”

“Pleaseee.”

Again he nips at your hip. Holds your hands down while he sucks a new mark there. When at last he’s satisfied, he repositions himself, slips one finger inside you, two as you finally keen in relief.

He works you up easily, moreso due to his teasing, pumping his fingers into you with an expert curl as his tongue works your clit. As he fingers you, his hips grind against the bed. What, is he so excited he can't help it?

That's... kinda hot.

A third finger joins the fray, and you sigh at the stretch, hips rolling against his face. He continues working you, removing his fingers only to press his whole face into your cunt until you cum on his tongue.

"Fuck, Noya. Where on Earth did you learn that?" you ask as you recover.

He presses his whole body up against yours, face glistening with your slick as he leans in close. "I'm a natural, you know. I've always been good at making pretty girls cum."

"Right, right, how could I forget?"

He laughs softly, leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, but it doesn't bother you—you kiss right back, running a hand through his hair. Maybe tugging a bit when he nibbles at your lip. He returns the favor, once again groping at you. He just can't keep his hands to himself.

When he's satisfied himself, the hand that had been kneading your hip leaves you, searching blindly in the sheets.

You pull away with a snort. "You lost the condom."

"I-I didn't lose it!" he protests.

You roll your eyes, untangle from him as he searches. Your hand finds it quickly enough, but you let him search a little bit longer just to make him sweat. When you've had your fun, you hold it up in two fingers. "I've got it."

He smiles, drops his head against your shoulder. "There it is."

"At least one of us has our head on straight, here," you tease.

"See, I need you! I'll never make it in Italy alone without your beautiful brain by my side."

"I think you just want to bring along a chew toy."

"That's not true!"

You shove his shoulder lightly. "Besides, you always made it through fine. Although I do make things much easier, thank you."

He growls playfully, tackles you down to wrestle the condom from you. "You're sassy after you cum, huh?"

"Am I?"

He nips lightly at your throat, separates just long enough to roll the condom onto his throbbing length.

You hum. "So how are you wanting me?"

"Are you giving me the option?"

"You're the one who was pulling me around all day. Might as well fuck me how you want, too."

A low groan. He grabs at your hips, flips you onto your stomach with ease. "Hands and knees. Please."

He doesn’t have to tell you twice, not that he had to tell you at all from the way his hands grip your hips to position you for him. It’s been a little while—a lot a while, actually—and when he finally, finally presses into you, the stretch burns pleasantly. You sign in unison as he rolls his hips forward, as he pushes until he bottoms out inside your pussy. “You’re so tight,” he sighs. “Take me so well.”

Your stomach flutters at the praise. It does not go unnoticed.

He snakes a hand around to rub at your clit lazily. “How you feeling, pretty girl?”

“Good,” you moan out. “Real good.”

“That’s good. Are you gonna keep being good for me?”

“Mhmm.”

He pulls out a bit, thrusts back in—shallow first, slow and loving to allow you to get used to the stretch. It’s a good stretch, real good. You don’t know how else to describe it, other than you want it—more, harder, faster.

“Noyaaa,” you whine out.

“Mm?” His voice has grown husky, barely exerted as he stretches your walls.

You look back at him as best you can, eyes pathetic when you meet his. “Harder, please.”

You’re not really expecting the growl that leaves his throat. “You know exactly what you’re doing.”

“Pleaseee?”

“Fuck.”

He pulls all the way out, flips you again so you’re dizzy, nearly slams his cock back into you once he gets your legs pushed up and out of the way. Now, he’s not holding back—his hands find yours, fingers intertwined as he pins you down. It’s almost affectionate, if not for the pure lust radiating off of him.

There’s the strength and stamina you were hoping for—he fucks you into the mattress, angles his hips just right that you writhe underneath him. He drinks in the sight of you—moaning on his cock, wearing his shirt, marks all over you from his mouth—and fights not to so much as blink.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Won’t you cum for me?” he croons as he pistons his hips.

“Ah—wanna cum—“

He leans down, mouth latching onto your neck and biting down as he feels you start to get close. When you cum, it’s blinding just a moment, whining into his ear, thrashing beneath him. You nearly cry at the release—it’s too good, too much, and he’s still fucking you.

It doesn’t take long to drag him over the edge with you—your walls are still pulsing around him when at last his hips stutter and still inside you.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans. “Did so well for me.”

You simply whine. Words aren’t gonna happen right now.

He chuckles, pulls out of you in a motion that has you both hissing. You let out a small noise of complaint as his weight leaves the bed.

“I’ve gotta take care of you. I’ll be right back, okay?” He leans over, kisses you on the forehead as you pout.

He disappears despite your childish protesting, returns with no condom on and a damp rag that has you jolting and yelping when he presses it between your legs.

“Sorry. I was only kind of trying to startle you.”

“Ass.”

“I have a nice one, thanks for noticing.”

You snort and reach up for him, making grabby hands in an attempt to get him to come cuddle you. You always have been extra affectionate after the fact.

“I’m just going to put this rag in the bathroom, and then I’ll be back, okay?”

Another whine. He laughs as he leaves the room.

But, well, he makes good on his promise—after a few moments, as your eyelids are already growing heavy, he returns, flopping down on top of you unceremoniously.

“There we go. All yours, pretty girl.”

If there’s regret to be had, you’re sure it’ll hit by morning. For now, his arm winds around you, and your hand comes up to intertwine fingers with his, and you rest, feeling lighter than you have in years.

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