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shanscript · 4 years ago

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who: saeko x noya x v!reader

what: adult characters, mention of alcohol, light bondage, face sitting, overstimulation, vaginal double penetration, light aftercare

wc: 3250

cross posted to the ao3

a little something i vibed to while writing 💖

tip me on ko-fi ✨

god..... this will forever live in my mind rent free. i’m obsessed.

“It’s sooooo hot,” you wailed, sinking further into the couch.

Saeko slipped a hand across Noya’s shoulders to tickle your damp neck, “Oh hush, it’s not that bad.”

You flinched away, and Noya turned to you laughing. This was your ritual with them. Every Friday, the three of you met at Saeko’s place to drink cheap beer and watch reality shows. And if the summer heat wasn’t quite this intense, your bodies would be tangled up by now. Noya reached for a can on the coffee table, which was fresh from the cold fridge. You watched condensation roll down the aluminum as he brought it to his lips. You finished your drink a while ago, but had been too busy complaining about the temperature to fetch yourself another one.

Noya paused his long pull of beer to give you a mischievous sideways glance. “Want some?” he asked, tipping the can in your direction.

Relieved at the offer, you nodded with a smile. When you reached for the beverage, Noya pulled it back towards him to take another prolonged swig. His lips twisted into a smirk behind the can.

“You’re such a dick,” you whined, shoving his shoulder playfully.

Before you could condemn him further for bad behavior, Noya’s lips pressed against yours as cold beer filled your mouth. Your initial shock at his forwardness melted quickly, and you leaned into the kiss. You swallowed hard, drinking down the cocktail of saliva and alcohol. His tongue darted into your mouth briefly before he pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open, you couldn’t remember that you even shut them. Saeko’s chin rested on Noya’s shoulder, watching you slyly. She reached for Noya’s drink before taking a pull of her own.

“AC works just fine in my bedroom,” she offered softly, glistening lips grazing Noya’s ear.

You laughed nervously, “Yeah, like that cheesy line’s gonna work.”

“Did last night,” Saeko quipped, without skipping a beat. Her pupils traced down your body and back up again. Noya’s eyes met yours and narrowed, holding his breath and waiting for Saeko’s next move. The latter rose gracefully from her seat behind him. You couldn’t help but notice how her damp tank top struggled to confine her ample chest. You tried not to stare at her perky nipples, which were faintly visible through the fabric. Your mind drifted back to yesterday, getting lost between those massive mounds. The memory of her broken breaths rang in your ears.

“Come,” Saeko snapped you back to reality, offering a hand to both of you. Noya stood hastily, his arousal making itself known in the tightening of his shorts. You took Saeko’s hand and peeled your thighs from the couch. She led the two of you down the hall, the promise of cooler air breezing past your skin. What little clothing you all wore became the flagstones of a path leading from the living room to the bedroom. You arrived at your destination in a mess of tongues and fingers, eager to touch and be touched. You cupped Noya’s balls in your palm, squeezing gently as your teeth dragged along Saeko’s silken shoulder. Someone’s fingers found your clit and massaged circles into your sensitive nerves. Your knees buckled and nearly gave out.

Saeko’s lips left Noya’s to give her first command, “On the bed. Now.” He complied with a nod, climbing across the comforter before laying down on his back. Saeko dragged one last line of friction between your folds before leaving you breathless and wanting more. “Someone’s been awfully rude today,” Saeko sneered at Noya before turning back to you, “Let’s teach him some respect.” Your fingers refused to halt their exploration of Saeko’s curves while she dug around in her closet, searching for something. Noya’s eyebrows arched when she retrieved a handful of silk restraints from a stack of boxes.

She handed you two and turned towards the bed, beckoning you to follow. She grabbed a long, curved dildo from her nightstand and tossed it casually behind Noya. Your curiosity burned hot in your cheeks, and Saeko offered little to no explanation. She approached you beside the bed, taking your hips in her nimble hands and pulling you close. “We’ll save that for later angel,” her lips barely brushed yours, “when you’re begging for more.” You took a deep breath, whimpering softly on your exhale.

“Hey I’m here too,” Noya whined, brandishing his full erection with one fist around the base. He gave it a slow stroke when your eyes trained between his thighs.

Saeko leaned over him swiftly, catching his jaw in one hand. “In case you forgot, you’re just here for lip service,” she stated firmly, peering down at him, “And if you’re lucky, we’ll put that cock of yours to good use.”

“Y-yes ma’am,” Noya grunted, nodding meekly in her grip.

Saeko cast her gaze over one shoulder towards you, “Would you kindly bind this brat’s ankles for me darling? Feel free to take your sweet time, he can wait.”

Your heart raced as you climbed over Noya’s thighs to settle between them, facing the foot of the bed. You glanced over one shoulder to lock eyes with him, relishing his desperate expression, before bending forward. You parted your legs slightly, giving your dazed audience quite the view of your sultry slit. You crawled slowly towards Noya’s feet, carefully tying each ankle to opposing bed posts with the black satin ribbons. Saeko hummed in approval, happy to watch you work. But then again, she had her own task at hand.

As you finished securing the second knot, you turned back just in time to watch Saeko smother Noya’s face under her tremendous tits. She leaned across him to bound his wrist with the last remaining restraint. Noya’s primal groans were muffled by her heavy breasts as he latched onto one, sucking as much flesh into his mouth as he could fit. You crawled up between Noya’s trembling thighs, watching the precum dribble down his swollen shaft. You lapped up his seed with a slow drag of your tongue, turning his muffled groans into louder wails. His hips jerked up towards you, but you held him steady with both hands. Saeko finished tying the knot at Noya’s wrist before relieving him of her breasts. They both trained their focus on your subtle and alluring movements. You held Noya in a gasping limbo, preventing him from catching a breath as your lips wrapped around his cock.

“That’s enough toying with him,” Saeko breathed, “It’s about time someone played with you instead.” She seductively mounted the bed by Noya’s shoulder, wasting no time straddling his raised arms with her thighs. She peered down at him between her tits with a smirk. “And this should keep you quiet in the meantime.” Noya swallowed, licking his lips with anticipation. Saeko moved forward on her knees until her flushed cunt hovered inches above his face, just barely out of reach of his eager tongue. Your eyes widened and your pussy clenched, marveling at Saeko’s complete control.

“Saeko. Please, just lemme--” Saeko’s hips dropped, squelching his whining mouth with her folds. She breathed a sigh, simultaneously enjoying both his silence and wandering tongue. You watched her ride Noya’s face, drawing lazy circles with her hips. Her level of composure was immaculate, even with a swirling tongue buried in her cunt. You crawled up Noya’s body to straddle his ribs, eager to get your hands and mouth on her supple skin. She wordlessly beckoned you closer, one hand on your hip and the other around your neck. You slid your body against hers, both of your lips colliding on the process.

Saeko tasted faintly of menthol and malt liquor, a flavor more addicting than you cared to admit. She held your jaw firmly as her tongue pressed past your lips. She swallowed your wanton moans, offering a reply in a string of soft sighs. Your hands glided up her thighs, drifted over hip bones and along her ribs, until they rested beneath her impressive breasts. Saeko grinned against your lips as you took one into each hand. Her skin was soft and warm, and felt so good beneath your fingertips. You squeezed and kneaded to your heart’s content as blood rushed to your core. Your stifled sounds were growing louder and more desperate, sloppy kisses building in passion and urgency. You needed release...

… and Saeko wanted nothing more than to give you that and more. “Bend over again for me,” she gasped into your mouth, giving you an encouraging push at your waist. You turned away from her hesitantly, but obeyed. Her hands groped the soft curves of your ass before giving you a proper spank. Something between a yelp and a moan vibrated in your chest as you flinched away from her touch. You straddled Noya’s thighs, your needy pussy hovering dangerously close to his throbbing length. You wanted to sink your puffy walls over him so badly that your thighs were trembling.

“You’re so desperate to be stuffed full,” Saeko read your mind from behind, “aren’t you?” She leaned forward, pressing a tender kiss on your left asscheek. You felt one hand wander up your inner thigh, sending a shudder up your spine.

“Mmhmmph,” you agreed pathetically, sinking your chest into the mattress to bury your blushing face.

“I’ll fill you up baby. Promise.” Fingers brushed your lower lips, dragging delicately along your slit. Your hips twitched at the touch before rocking back into Saeko’s hand. She teased at your entrance in slow circles, coating her fingertips with your essence. You whimpered, clutching the bed sheets tight. She traced a line from your entrance to your clit, movements slow and teasing. Her lips were so close to yours now, hot breaths fanning across your sensitive skin. She snickered, watching your glistening hole tighten and release in earnest.

“Sae-- Saek-OH!” you wailed as her tongue pushed inside of you, drinking you in fiercely. Your thoughts melted as your eyes fell shut. You hummed into the mattress as lithe muscle reached between your walls over and over. The tip twisted down into your g-spot, shoving against it with measured force. Her thumb nudged your aroused clit, pressing into your nerves from both sides. Your hips rolled into her face uncontrollably, each thrust sending another wave of pleasure rippling down your thighs. Her tongue and finger worked in unison, slowly increasing in speed, timing the pressure to your clit with every arch of your back. The heat and tension growing inside of you was insatiable, and you could only respond with louder cries as you drooled into the sheets.

“Cum for me gorgeous,” Saeko crooned into your folds, “I want to taste it.”

Your groans dissolved into gasping sighs. She withdrew her tongue to replace it with three firm digits. Her fingertips shoved against your g-spot in a searing rhythm. Noya’s toes curled in front of you as Saeko finally offered him some relief with her lips and tongue. You could barely hear his moans over yours as you were rushed into an explosive orgasm. Your whole body tensed and twitched, breath knocked from your lungs. You gushed hot and wet over Saeko’s hand. Your juices streamed down her forearm as your knees threatened to give out entirely. You sighed brokenly, trying to catch your breath. Saeko withdrew her lips from Noya to lick up her arm, not letting any of you go to waste. She pulled her fingers from your quivering walls, before sucking them clean. She even pressed a sloppy kiss against your cunt for good measure.

“Think you can take Noya next?” Saeko asked, dragging one finger down the seam of his shaft.

You heard a “fuuuuck please” from behind her. You meekly met her inquisitive gaze over one shoulder, silently nodding your assent once more. She grinned with wicked pride, biting her lip. She loved getting to give you everything you wanted and more. She always put your pleasure and release over her own, and was never satisfied until you were a complete fucked-out mess beneath her. She finally crawled down to Noya’s chest, giving him some room to breathe before you ruined him with your drenched heat. She snaked her hands under yout, taking hold of your breasts before pulling your back up into her chest. Your thighs were still trembling from your orgasm, body filled with a warm haze.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Saeko whispered in your ear, hands settling on your hips. You leaned against her and rested your head on her shoulder. You spread your knees a little wider until the tip of Noya’s leaking cock pushed against your folds. He hissed at the pressure, back arching beneath Saeko. She peppered your neck in gentle kisses as her hands coaxed you to lower yourself further. Your brow furrowed slightly as Noya’s head caught in your entrance, pushing steadily inside. The tingling in your sensitive nerves heightened the deeper he reached between your walls. Your breaths fell rapidly from your parted lips until you were fully seated in his lap. Your entrance stretched tight around his full girth, and you reached up into Saeko’s hair to hold on tight. She gave your hips an encouraging squeeze as she smiled down at you.

“Uunf. Been waiting all night to get to fuck you,” Noya muttered through clenched teeth, “Shit you’re so tight.” He ventured a slow thrust up into you, drenching his groin in your juices. His tip crashed into your wall again, jolting your nerves and heightening your senses. Noya set an overeager rhythm, reveling in finally getting his way. Saeko hummed in appreciation of your adorable noises. Her hands slid up your body to cup your bouncing tits, tweaking your hardened nipples. She pinched them between her thumbs and index fingers, holding them steady as the rest of your body moved. You clenched your teeth, shamelessly enjoying the pang of pain and the strain on your skin.

Just outside of your awareness, Saeko released one of your tits to reach for the dildo she discarded beside you earlier. She shifted slightly to place it between you, resting the base on Noya’s groin. The latter continued to bounce you over his full length without mercy. Your hitched breaths and broken moans halted in surprise when you felt cool silicone nudge between your ass cheeks. Your wide eyes searched Saeko’s mischievous expression. Completely oblivious, Noya kept carelessly thrusting into you, throwing his head back in utter satisfaction.

“You’re not full just yet,” Saeko purred. “A promise is a promise.”

“I don’t think-- uummph… I c-can’t--” you squeaked out between Noya’s hips slapping against your thighs.

Saeko chuckled, nipping at your ear. “I think you’ll surprise yourself.”

You blinked a few times, trying to clear your blurring vision. “I-I’ll try…” you managed, voice hoarse and barely there.

“Good girl,” Saeko pressed a kiss into your jaw. She settled her ass onto Noya’s stomach, halting his wild thrusts for just a moment.

“Ssshiit I’m so close,” Noya huffed loudly, tugging against his restraints in protest.

Saeko ignored him, instructing you to sit up a little straighter. Noya’s flushed cock slipped free, but was swiftly replaced by the rigid dildo. You moaned at the change of size and feeling, back curving into a perfect arch. You tried to watch over one shoulder, but your eyelids were heavy. Saeko gripped your hip and started working the toy into your sloppy entrance, coating it in the sweet nectar dripping between your lips. She shoved the toy into you with more force just to tear a ragged moan from your throat. Saeko finally sat up again, giving Noya more freedom, but kept the dildo buried inside of you.

She turned to Noya over one shoulder. “You can cum inside her if you can fit,” she challenged.

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded enthusiastically.

You leaned back into Saeko again. Your one hand tightly gripped hers on your hip as the other wrapped around her shoulder. You barely sucked in a breath before a second phallus prodded at your entrance. You winced as Noya forced his swollen tip between the dildo and the brim of your taut opening. Saeko massaged your hip bone and whispered encouragement into your ear, trying to help you relax. You spread your knees a little wider, sinking yourself over Noya a few more inches. Your muscles were stretched past their limit. You felt hopelessly overwhelmed, but something in the back of your mind wanted to push you further. You blinked back a few tears that pooled at the corners of your eyes.

“Just a little more angel,” Saeko whispered, “you’re doing so well.”

Meanwhile, Noya was losing his mind trying to squeeze into what little space was left inside you. He was slurring a variety of swears under his gasping breath. Your core was burning hot, the skin around your tingling clit pulled taut. Taking your dwindling control into her own hands, Saeko’s fingers at your pelvis slid down between your thighs. Stars exploded in your vision as her middle finger padded your raw nub. Your body twitched in her grasp, trying to process the chaotic pleasure. Noya met the opportunity with fervor, stuffing the rest of his cock inside you. Your eyes rolled back, tears streaming down your cheeks. You careened over the edge of orgasm, calling out your lovers’ names in incoherent sobs.

Noya rocked against you with a number of powerful thrusts, pushing himself and the dildo deeper inside you with every buck of his hips. You never knew this was possible for you, and something like pride swirled inside the hurricane of pleasure and stimulation wracking your body. Saeko held you close with an arm across your chest, covering your blushing cheek with ardent kisses. You barely felt Noya cum deep inside you, over and over. Most of his hot seed ran out into his lap, having nowhere else to go. He groaned loudly, hips twitching in finality.

Saeko tilted your face into hers, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss. She eyed you with admiration through her fluttering eyelashes. Whatever words she had left, you outshined them completely in your glowing beauty. She carefully eased you off of Noya before removing the sticky toy. Saeko took charge of untying each of Noya’s limbs, grabbing a box of tissues as she went. You laid down beside Noya, somehow feeling soft, warm, and numb all at once. You shared a deep sigh with him as your awareness returned in subtle waves. He rolled towards you, a cheeky smile plastered across his face. He rested one hand on your tummy, petting your soft skin gingerly. You tilted your chin slightly, begging for a kiss. He indulged you with enthusiasm, mouth open and tongue adventurous.

Saeko returned, wiping clean the mess at Noya’s crotch. He thanked her with happy hums. She pulled a few more tissues to gently collect whatever was left between your thighs. You barely noticed, head still drifting in the clouds. She discarded the soiled tissues in a bin beside her nightstand before climbing back into bed. She sidled up to your other side, swinging one leg over yours. She breathed a content sigh that brought a smile to your face. She found your hand resting at your side and slotted her fingers perfectly between yours, giving you a soft squeeze. The two of them leaned in to smooch both of your cheeks as you drifted off to sleep.

#saeko x reader #nishinoya x reader #saeko x nishinoya x reader #female reader #haikyuu smut #saeko smut #noya smut #hq smut #haikyuu oneshot #my writing #shanscript #promises

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pillow-anime-infos · 4 years ago

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haikyuu!! masterlist {other people ver.}

AKITERU TSUKISHIMA

soon

SAEKO TANAKA

soon

NATSU HINATA

big sis who spoil her {headcanon ; sfw}

ALISA HAIBA

soon

#— 🌸#masterlist #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #tsukishima akiteru #tsukishima akiteru x reader #saeko tanaka #saeko tanaka x reader #natsu hinata #alisa haiba #natsu hinata x reader #alisa haiba x reader #x reader #x female reader #x male reader

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kyovtani · 4 years ago

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𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | 𝐡.𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

⁂ pairing: iwaizumi hajime x female reader

⁂ genre: smut, fluff; established relationship!AU, tattoo artist!iwaizumi

⁂ word count: 8.9k

⁂ warnings: swearing, semi public sex, ddlg (daddy dom— little girl) dynamics, jealousy, really subby!reader, possessive!iwa, heavy degradation & dumbification, size kink, slight overstimulation, impregnation kink, choking, mocking/teasing, lowkey hard-dom!iwa, pussy slapping, spit (mouth and face), face grabbing, oral (f.receiving), orgasm denial

⁂ A/N: this fic is lit just to feed my hunger for the concept of tattoo artist!seijoh so plot’s not the craziest, just some established relationship stuff. it basically plays in the back to life universe !! i genuinely hope you guys enjoy this one just as much. feel free to leave any kind of feedback if you did!!

— all the love. zade

⁂ summary: you visit your boyfriend at work and quite a few things happen…

You don‘t know what it is, but something about your boyfriend‘s workplace never fails to excite you.

There are definitely a few things you can think of but one of the main reasons is the heavy contrast your own and the tattoo shop‘s aesthetics build, which makes you even more nervous and excited about being there.

With all the black and grey, the few dark green and blue shades, everything about it reminds you of your lover and just how fascinating the two of you must look to outstanders.

And even though you look more than just out of place the second you step your foot through that door, you know that no one‘s going to make you feel uncomfortable simply because Iwaizumi won‘t let them.

As the owner and one of the best artists of the shop, everyone, including the regular customers pretty much know about you. You don‘t know how Iwaizumi managed it, but you also don‘t bother questioning it. After all he‘s the boss and you‘ve been with him even before he opened the now incredibly successful studio, so it just seems to make sense.

You approach the big glass door with a big smile and patiently wait for your boyfriend‘s best friend and fellow tattoo artist to see you.

“Damn, Y/N”, Oikawa chuckles and takes the bags with food from you, his lips stretched into a handsome grin as he gives you a quick hug, “I thought this would take you another hour, to be really honest. You‘re awesome, thank you, little one.”

You follow the tall male to the big counter at the very right of the shop, your eyes quickly grazing over the dark lines on his arms, waiting for him to set the bags down before you shift your attention back to his handsome face.

“Haji left the house without breakfast again and I hate it when he only has one meal a day so I was already on my way to that place when I texted you to ask the others for their orders”, you explain to him, a soft pout on your lips at the mention of your boyfriend‘s bad habit.

“That guy”, Kawa sighs, taking a sip from his RedBull and shaking his head as he looks at you just as disappointed, “he loves to live off of cigarettes and if it wasn‘t for you, he‘d be a walking nicotine addiction.”

You chuckle and let your eyes roam the beautiful interior of the tattoo studio, your boyfriend‘s love for minimalism rather obvious in every little detail, starting from the furniture all up to the decorations.

“Oh, my God! Miss Y/N, I fucking love you”, the raspy yet excited sound of Saeko makes you smile and with a small chuckle, you watch the blonde almost brutally push Oikawa away from the bags of food.

“Yours and Hana‘s is in the bag with the napkins, Saeko!”, you say and start giggling at the way she looks at you with literal love gleamin in her pretty eyes.

“How much was this, little one”, Oikawa asks, plopping down on one of the big armchairs on the other side of the room before he pushes half of his cheeseburger into his mouth and takes a bite.

You furrow your brows at his question and roll your eyes before you ignore him, your gaze slowly wandering to the door of your boyfriend‘s workplace.

“I‘m going to rat you out to Iwa-Chan, I literally don‘t give a fuck, Y/N”, Oikawa huffs and angrily continues to munch on his burger.

You just shrug his threat off, watching Saeko take a seat next to the tall male with her mouth stuffed to the brim and yet a content smile on her lips.

The sudden sound of deep laughter manages to get your attention and at the realization that you only know two of the three voices, you curiously let your eyes wander to the hallway behind the counter.

Mattsun and Kyou are quick to spot you, both of them shooting you a genuine smile and a small wave as they listen to the tall brunette standing in between them.

You smile and wave back happily, trying your best not to stare at the stranger too much but for some reason your head is trying to make out his handsome features, as if you knew him from somewhere but couldn‘t pinpoint where exactly.

“But seriously, the girls over there are a whole new level when it comes to that and-”, the tall guy suddenly stops in his tracks, his cat-like eyes roaming your body shamelessly and for the first time in what feels like forever the feeling of slight discomfort overcomes you.

“And who is this pretty girl in the cute little dress?”, he says, nudging Matsukawa‘s arm with his elbow as he never once averts his prying gaze from you.

In some kind of twisted way, you enjoy the way he so obviously seems to like what he sees but the disgusting feeling of anxiety creeping up your spine is what slowly drives you crazy.

You stare at your shoes like your whole life is depending on it; nervously fumbling with your fingers as you begin to regret your wardrobe choice yet again.

“Back off, Kuroo”, Oikawa grunts and suddenly gets onto his feet before he approaches you, “remember the doll Iwa kept talking about? That‘s her. So you better not even think about it”, he adds and comes to stand right next to you, tattooed arms crossed in front of his chest as the two males stare at each other.

“Oikawa”, the stranger cooes and breaks into a big smile, his astonishingly pretty features almost blinding you and if it wasn‘t for him running his inked hand through his thick hair, you would have stared at him for another good minute, “at least let me introduce myself to her, hm? I don‘t want her to think that I‘m impolite or rude.”

“It‘s okay”, you say and place your hand on Kawa’s arm, smiling at him rather confidently to make sure he knows that you‘ve got this.

“There we go. I‘m Kuroo”, the stranger begins and holds up his hand, “Kuroo Tetsurou.”

And at the sound of his name, it finally clicks.

You can‘t even remember the amount of times you‘ve heard his name; the boys talking about him so much, you couldn‘t help but get curious as to who he is, yet never once having the chance to meet him in all those years of dating Iwaizumi.

Never once did he say anything negative about him despite the male’s annoying habit of natural pettiness and that‘s probably why you‘ve been so eager to give a face to the name. You definitely remember seeing pictures of him with the boys from High School since they were all somehow connected with each other through their volleyball clubs, which is why he probably seemed so familiar at the first glance.

And to say that you‘re positively surprised at the actual face would be an understatement.

“I‘m Y/N”, you say and shake his hand, gulping harshly as you try your best to maintain eye contact but feeling yourself fail miserably.

“No wonder Grumpy Zumi never stops talking about you when we go out for drinks”, Kuroo chuckles, a row of loud sighs coming from the boys and leaving you even more overwhelmed, “I wouldn’t shut the fuck up either if I had doll as pretty as you.”

“Back the fuck off, Kuroo”, Kyou hisses and rolls his eyes, Mattsun shooting you an apologetic smile since he knows – everyone knows – just how anxious you get when someone flirts with you. Which you like to blame on your lack of experience with males as well as your social anxiety.

“Oh, calm the fuck down, guys”, Kuroo laughs and tilts his head to the side, “you know I can‘t hold myself back when I see a pretty girl.”

“That‘s enough, Kuroo”, the sudden resounding of your boyfriend‘s incredibly deep and slightly raspy voice calms you down in almost an instant; the familiarity and feeling of being absolutely safe putting you at ease just like that.

You turn around with a big smile on your face before you finally meet the gaze of your lover.

Without even thinking about it, you let your gaze roam over his broad shoulders and his strong torso, the fabric of his black shirt clinging to his skin in just the right places. You shamelessly ignore the customer right next to Iwaizumi as your eyes fall to his thick thighs; the smooth leather of his pants and the chains dangling from his belt just emphasizing the beauty of them even more.

Just when you finally come to look at his heavy boots, Iwaizumi starts speaking again; this time a lot less strict and rather relaxed.

“And again, if you‘re worried or anything like that, just give us a call or come to the studio and one of us will have a look at it, yeah?”, he says, his lips stretched into a genuine smile and you feel your chest growing warmer and warmer the longer you watch him.

Everyone says their goodbyes to the customer before the boys grab the other bags and go to join Saeko on the couch.

You nervously wait for Iwaizumi to say anything; his eyes just strictly staring Kuroo down who easily holds the stare; not really caring about the intimidating aura of your boyfriend.

“Da- uhm I mean, Haji?”, you mumble and look at him with needy eyes, your whole body craving his presence but for some reason you‘re still a bit too shy to go up to him with everyone so close.

You softly grip his shirt, hoping to get his attention that way and as he continues to keep his focus on the tall guy, the heavier the feeling of disappointment fills your chest. The thought of him not being happy to see you upsets you a lot more than you would have expected it to.

“You‘re one of my dearest friends and I‘d do a lot for you but I will actually break your kneecaps if I have to. I have even less shame and decency than usual when it comes to my doll”, Iwaizumi mumbles, rubbing the sides of his pierced nose with his thumb before he runs his inked hand through his freshly dyed, black hair.

“Haji, it‘s okay-”

“Oh, come on, Zumi Zumi”, Kuroo scoffs and raises one of his eyebrows at your boyfriend, making the tattoo artist tilt his chin even further up as his whole body tenses up in one go, “you know I can go even further, I‘m actually holding myself back because of you.”

“Stop it, you two”, the soft, calming and almost motherly voice of Hana, the other female tattoo artist of the studio, cuts through the tension in the right moment and with a soft sigh you let go of your boyfriend‘s shirt and look at her with a little smile.

“I‘m just fucking with you, Zu-”, “Don‘t. Not when it involves her”, Hajime interrupts his friend, pressing the words through gritted teeth as he obviously tries to remain calm.

“Calm down, champ”, Kuroo spits back, your boyfriend’s behavior obviously irritating him, “we both know I would have fucked her already if I wanted to.”

“Have some respect, you piece of shit”, Iwaizumi suddenly yells and pushes the brunette away, the sudden action making you gasp in shock and an instant wave of discomfort overwhelm you.

You watch the two of them continue their now slightly physical argument with your heart pounding in your chest and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes the heavier the feeling of your anxiety becomes.

Thousands of thoughts rush through your mind, ideas on how to separate them by yourself and calm at least Iwa down only to be quite quick to remember that he hadn‘t even spared you a simple look.

Mattsun and Kyoutani come to pull the two males away from each other; obviously used to their bickerings since they‘ve been friends for so long and even though you want to shrug it off and blame it on your boyfriend‘s short temper and protectiveness, you can‘t help but start crying at the sight of him so angry and upset.

You know it‘s not just because of you; after all it was Kuroo who pushed his buttons. However, you still feel responsible and guilty and in combination with the heaviness on your chest, you can’t hold yourself back anymore. Your body craving him, his presence, his touch and his reassurance in an unbearable way.

With shaky legs you walk up to him, tears streaming down your cheeks as you nervously try to stop yourself from crying too hard.

“D-Daddy”, you whisper and look up at your boyfriend, ignoring the way his best friend obviously gulps harshly at the sound of the word because at this point all of them know about it and you‘ve stopped bothering.

Iwaizumi furrows his brows even more before your voice finally seems to get through the heavy cloud of anger as he takes a deep breath and averts his gaze to meet yours.

It‘s the sight of your tears and the scared expression in your beautiful eyes which pull him back to reality completely.

“Baby”, he replies and takes your face into his inked, ring clad hands, his touch calming you down almost instantly.

You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your arms tightly wrapped around his strong waist as you let yourself enjoy the feeling of safety and security in his embrace.

“It‘s okay, baby”, IWaizumi sighs and places a soft kiss on your temple before he looks at his friend and shakes his head in annoyance, “Daddy‘s got you. I didn‘t mean to scare you, I‘m sorry”, he continues, his eyes never once leaving Kuroo’s who seems to be slightly taken aback by the sudden usage of a word so forbidden yet so powerful.

“She calls him-”, “Yes.”, Kyoutani quickly cuts his brunette friend off with an answer, knowing how weird it is to process information like that since he still quite vividly remembers the day he had heard you call Iwaizumi ‘daddy’ for the first time.

“I‘m sorry, Y/N”, Kuroo says, “I was being disrespectful and disgusting, I hope you can forgive me.”

You pull away from Iwaizumi and turn around to look at the handsome giant, a soft smile on your lips before you simply nod and quietly thank him for his apology.

“Zumi-”, “It‘s fine, Tetsu”, your boyfriend sighs and lets out a tensed chuckle, “I tend to get extra protective and even less patient when someone talks about her”, he explains and lets his eyes roam over your face, enjoying the intensity of your love-filled gaze.

The atmosphere in the studio returns back to normal and comfortable rather quickly, everyone enjoying the joined lunch break while talking about random things.

As usual, you find yourself listening and talking to the girls a little more than to the boys, who are currently busy trying to figure out a bar to go to later and since you‘d rather not hear your boyfriend planning a night out without you, you put your whole focus on Hana and Saeko.

It‘s not that you don‘t want him to have fun or go out with his boys but you know that usually those nights end with him coming home rather drunk and – or high at five in the morning and you can‘t help but get worried.

On top of that you like to get a tiny bit jealous, especially when Iwaizumi dresses up and goes out looking like a Goddamn runway model.

But the longer you watch the excitement in his eyes grow, the easier it is for you to just let every doubt and worried thought in your head go and be happy for him.

By the time everyone is done eating, the four males are ready to leave; Kuroo apologizes to you yet again before he gives you a soft hug and tells your boyfriend to treat you well.

Hana and Saeko both welcome their last customers of the day, handing over the front of the shop to you just as usual before you and Iwaizumi finally get a bit of time to yourselves.

You can‘t deny just how impatiently you‘ve been waiting for this exact moment. For different reasons Iwa has been coming home a lot later than usual, which wouldn‘t have been a problem if he also didn‘t leave the house way earlier than on his regular days. However, with the new tattoo studio opening soon and him being the most requested artist, he‘s been extra busy and the two of you have barely gotten a minute to yourselves.

You can‘t even remember the last time you‘ve had breakfast with your boyfriend, despite living with him. It took you a lot to get used to him being away from home more, your anxiety using dark and mean thoughts as a weapon to keep you up at night even though you haven‘t been sleeping at all in the past few weeks.

“Thank you for bringing us lunch, baby”, Iwa whispers and wraps his strong, tattoo covered arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I‘ll leave my card to you tomorrow so you can go and get yourself some nice things while I‘m at work, hm?”, he sighs and with an almost audible roll of your eyes you turn around to look at your boyfriend with your lips pressed into a straight line.

“I have my own money, Daddy”, you begin and let your fingers graze over the little metal in his brow as well as the ones on both sides of his nose, “and I keep telling you that you can‘t spend so much on me.”

Iwaizumi scoffs, tilting his head to the side before he pushes his hands underneath the fabric of your dress and shamelessly starts groping the soft flesh of your ass.

You let out a soft gasp and look at him with a pout on your lips, loving the way he pulls you even closer to his strong body and easily sends soft jolts of arousal straight into your core.

“But now that I actually have the money, I want to spoil you, baby”, he explains to you and is quick to lift you onto the counter, spreading your legs and coming to stand in between them, “let me give you the world.”

“I already have everything I need, Daddy”, you sigh and pull him into a quick, sloppy kiss; the taste of cigarettes and mint quickly capturing your taste buds and making you hum against his lips.

“You‘re so cheesy, baby”, he chuckles; the sound making your smile grow even bigger and it‘s the way the soft brown of his eyes is filled with nothing but love and affection that has you gasping softly.

“But seriously”, Iwaizumi mumbles and nudges your nose with his as his eyes flutter shut, “with the new studio opening next month and the new deals settling in, I can finally offer you the life you deserve, my love. Please, let me.”

“No”, you smile and shake your head softly, chuckling at the way your boyfriend dramatically throws his head back with a groan.

“You‘re a hopeless case when it comes to this”, he grunts and sits down on the little chair behind the counter, pushing himself to find his position in between your legs again.

“How is it healing, baby?”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, pushing your thighs even further apart to reveal your clothed cunt to his curious eyes before he lets his fingers graze over the dark lines of your new tattoo.

You shudder at the feeling of him so close to where you‘ve been craving him the whole day.

“I don‘t know”, you whimper and cringe at the feeling of your arousal gushing out of your clenching pussy right into the fabric of your panties, “y-you tell me.”

Iwaizumi smirks at your reaction, his eyes roaming the word 'ace' engraved into the skin at the very top of your inner thigh before a calming jolt of warmth finds its way through his veins at the memory how you had asked him to give you your first tattoo and the meaning behind it.

The smell of your arousal and your squirming easily manages to distract the tattoo artist and you whimper softly when he suddenly presses his face into your clothed cunt.

“Fuck, baby”, Iwaizumi groans and pulls your legs over his broad shoulders, “I want to eat this pretty pussy right now, right here. You‘re so fucking ready for me, I don‘t think I can wait any longer.”

“Y-You have two more customers– one of them coming in a few minutes, Daddy”, you whine and pull his face even closer into your pussy.

“Let me just get a quick taste, baby”, he grunts, pulling your panties to the side and revealing your drenched cunt to his hungry eyes, “after all this pussy is mine anyway and I‘m just taking what rightfully belongs to me”, his deep, raspy voice sends vibrations through your body, eliciting another row of moans from you.

Iwaizumi doesn‘t even hesitate as he pushes his tongue into your tight hole, lapping up every bit of your juices to make sure nothing goes to waste. You subconsciously start moving your hips to meet the movements of his hot muscle, the pleasure easily clouding your mind and leaving you craving for more.

“D-Daddy!”, you whimper and try your best to keep your sounds down, which is basically impossible because of the way he’s fucking you with his strong tongue.

“My baby has the sweetest pussy, f-fuck”, Iwaizumi groans into your folds, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as your essence coats his tongue and pushes him deeper and deeper into the haze of his own arousal.

“Da-Daddy, please…”, you beg, not knowing if you‘re asking him to stop or keep going because of the way you slowly but surely are losing yourself in the delicious feeling of pure pleasure.

Iwaizumi pulls his head away with a soft moan before he lets a thick drop of spit fall right onto your hot flesh at the same time he pushes one of his fingers into your spasming cunt.

You arch your back, desperately looking for a way to hold onto something, your grip on the edge of the counter painfully tight before your hands find home in his thick hair.

Iwaizumi slowly starts thrusting his finger into you, making sure to hit the right spot as he sucks your clit into his mouth and takes in the sound of your little whimpers and high pitched moans.

“I‘m c-cumming…”, you whisper into the air and throw your head back, “s-so close, Daddy.”

You feel your relief creep up your spine, the taste thickly coating the inside of your mouth, you know you only need another thrust of his fingers and the tiniest bit of pressure against your throbbing clit to fall over the edge.

However, as if he had it all planned out, the loud ringing of Iwaizumi’s phone brutally pulls you out of your lust-filled haze; the sudden lack of any form of stimulation and penetration leaves you completely breathless.

You gasp for air like crazy, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes the more your cunt clenches around nothing and for a good second, a thick black veil falls over your eyes as your body struggles to handle the denial of relief.

“Alright, buddy”, Iwaizumi says and pushes his slick coated finger into his mouth, his eyes roaming your helpless form with pure amusement whereas all you do is sob in despair.

You slowly start calming down again, your cries dying down and your body finally finding its balance again after falling into emptiness just like that.

Once you’re all okay again, you get down from the counter, your legs still shaky as you adjust your panties and your little dress before you try to make yourself look a little bit more presentable again.

By the time you‘re not shaking anymore, Iwaizumi’s next customer enters the shop; the tall guy‘s face hidden behind a black face mask, soft, black curls falling into his handsome face as he comes to stand in front of the counter.

You shoot him a soft smile, welcoming him calmly and offering him some of the hand sanitizer you like to keep in one of the drawers, which he accepts with literal relief gleaming in his eyes and words of appreciation leaving his lips.

“Hey, Yoomi”, Iwaizumi greets the tall male, nodding at him while trying to stay focused on the things the person on his phone is saying.

The following three hours pass by rather quickly. A couple of customers coming to get new appointments with one of the boys, as well as a few either canceling or postponing the ones they‘ve already had and by the time the last one of the day enters your boyfriend‘s studio, everyone else has left already and you try to kill some time by cleaning up and watching a few videos on Youtube.

Your boyfriend makes sure to give you a quick visit to check if everything‘s fine; a habit he‘s come to develop after some random guys had tried too hard when they realized that you were all alone in the studio a few months ago.

However, nothing like that had happened again after that day and you‘ve been trying to make your boyfriend be a little more relaxed whenever you took over for the girls.

But you can‘t deny that you‘ve been feeling a little bit more nervous.

After he sends his last customer away, Iwaizumi gets comfortable on one of the big chairs, positioning himself right behind you to watch every single one of your movements with hungry eyes.

You love the way you can feel his gaze dripping in arousal and want, the intensity something you‘ve grown oh so used to and have always been obsessed with.

No one has ever made you feel as beautiful and loved as Iwaizumi and that‘s something you won‘t ever take for granted.

However, despite his hungry eyes basically devouring you alive, you still manage to focus on putting all the appointments on the little post-its into the digital as well as the normal calendar, not wanting to fuck up anything.

“Baby”, he suddenly sighs, one of his big, ring clad hands groping your thigh before he lets it wander to your waist, “enough of that, want you to come and sit on my cock, please.”

And just like that, you gulp at his words; your whole body slowly starting to heat up the more you think about his delicious request.

“I’ve missed you so much, pretty girl”, Hajime continues, pushing his hand underneath your dress for the nth time today before he hooks his thumb into the waistband of your panties and casually pulls the fabric down your legs, “couldn’t stop thinking about you and your perfect pussy, especially after I got to taste you earlier today.”

“P-Please, Daddy”, you choke out, throwing your head back while grinding your cunt against the hard bulge in his leather pants, “need you to fill me up. Want your cum inside of me”, the words leave your lips just like that and even though you’re still consciously present, you’re already way too deep in your heavy haze of pleasure to properly register anything.

“Anything for my pretty girl”, he grunts, taking your chin into his tattooed hands before he pulls it down, making you part your lips and casually letting a thick drop of his spit fall onto your tongue.

As soon as the taste of his saliva coats the hot muscle in your mouth, you grind your cunt even harder against his clothed cock, a high pitched moan falling past your lips.

“So needy for Daddy’s cum, angel girl”, Iwa chuckles and leans back to take in just how desperate you seem to be for him and his touch; something he won’t ever get tired of.

You know he’s mocking you, the shit eating grin on his pretty lips and amusement sparkling in the dark green of his eyes giving it away rather easily, yet you still can’t get yourself to be a little less subtle about your arousal.

“No teasing, Daddy”, you pout and look at him with big eyes, your cunt clenching like crazy as your relief slowly but surely climbs up your spine, “been so good for you after all.”

Iwaizumi lets out a loud chuckle at your words, the sound making you whimper even louder before you pout harder at him, yet your hips never once halting their movements.

“Don’t fuck with me, angel”, he suddenly hisses and digs his painted nails into the soft skin of your ass, making sure you’re not able to grind even further against him and basically taking away your high from you for the second time today, “no matter how good you’ve been, if I don’t like your behavior, you’re not getting D-D-Daddy’s cock or his cum, you know that”, the mocking of your little stutters has tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you look at him, whispering a soft response of approval.

“But I am going to reward you for being such a good little slut for your Daddy”, Hajime sighs, pulling the top of your little dress down to expose your tits to his hungry eyes, “gonna let you choose the position but if you fuck around, I’m gonna put the tip in and cum inside of you without fucking your little hole, understood?”

You’re quick to start nodding like your life’s depending on it, excitement mixing with pleasure inside your veins as you try your best to stay composed.

“Good girl”, Iwaizumi grunts with a playful smile on his lips and you know he’s not done teasing you just yet but unfortunately you’re way too far gone to even care; the thought of having his cock fill you up to the brim just how you’ve been craving it, the only thing on your mind.

“From behind, please”, you say, trying your best not to look away yet failing when the last word falls past your lips, “want you to fuck me from behind.”

“Look at my pretty little whore, using her words for me like a big girl”, Iwa praises you, followed by a firm spank on your left ass cheek which sends the sweetest jolt of pain through your body and right into your cunt.

“M-More, Daddy, please”, you beg, your body literally craving the mixture of pain and pleasure in a way you simply cannot put into words.

“Sometimes, when you stutter and squirm and whine the way you do, I forget what a cockhungry little slut you are, do you know that?”, Hajime presses through gritted teeth, wrapping his big hand around your throat just when he lands another harsh slap on your skin.

“But then you ask to have your cunt fucked from behind and stuffed full of cum or your cute little ass spanked and I remember just how much of a fucking whore you actually are”, you listen to his words attentively, but the light lack of oxygen making your head spinning at definitely a lot harder to stay focused.

“Only for you, Daddy”, you whisper breathlessly, “only want you to fuck and stuff my pussy, I promise.”

“I sure fucking hope you do, pretty girl”, Iwa’s response is harsh and doesn't leave any room for arguments, his strong gaze reflecting his natural possessiveness in response to your words, “because that fucking cunt belongs to me and me only.”

He doesn’t give you the time to respond, pushing you from his lap before he tells you to get into the position you had asked for.

You’re quick to obey to his order; the thought of finally feeling him inside of you again overwhelming you in the sweetest way possible.

It’s not like Hajime hasn’t been fucking you the past few weeks, despite his busy schedule; but for the first time in a while, you don’t have to rush things and you can’t help but get excited.

However, as soon as you get rid of your dress and put yourself back into your original position on all fours, you hear the clicking of his tongue, followed by a deep chuckle which easily sends another jolt of arousal straight through your veins.

“Aren’t you a little too eager to have your cunt stuffed, little one?”, Iwa grunts, followed by the delicious sound of his belt being unbuckled and shortly afterwards his chains and pants hitting the cold floor.

“Been waiting all day, Daddy”, you reply softly, your thighs shaking slightly and the feeling of your juices slowly running down your inner thigh becoming uncomfortable the more you start clenching around nothing like crazy.

“I know, baby”, you hear him chuckle coldly, his big, ring clad hand feeling like ice cubes against your heated body as he softly starts groping your ass with his palms, “my cock and cum are all you think about after all, am I right? You sit at home, thinking about getting your little whore-hole ruined all day long, hm?”

You know he’s expecting an answer and you want to give him just that, but the harsh sting from an unexpected spank on your sensitive ass followed by the breathtaking feeling of his tip grazing your spasming hole makes it impossible for you to respond.

“F-Fuck, Daddy…”, you whisper breathlessly, burying your face in your arm and whining when he slowly pushes a little of his tip in, “need you so badly, please just fuck me”, you’re not really sure if he can hear your muffled words but you mumble them regardlessly in hopes of finally getting what you’ve been waiting for.

“Cut the fucking whining, angel girl”, Hajime lands another hard spank on your sore ass cheek, the sting making your cunt clench even harder around his sensiitve tip and you feel your heart picking up its pace at the sound of his deep groan.

“I’m s-sorry, Daddy..”, you reply, your voice hoarse and still barely audible but no matter how hard you try, the feeling of his tip stretching you out has clouded your brain with a thick haze of want and the disgusting need to feel more.

“You’re s-s-sorry, huh? If you’re that fucking sorry then why is your sloppy little cunt clenching like that, you fucking slut?”, Iwa presses through gritted teeth, his thick fingers finding their way around your throat before he pulls you flush against his chest.

And at the feeling of his cock slipping out of you, a row of whimpers and whines falls past your lips; your body craving the feeling of being filled without even getting a proper taste.

Iwaizumi, however, can’t help but chuckle at you.

The vibrations of his chest and the comforting yet humiliating sound of his laughter has tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and as you wrap your fingers around his tattooed wrist, you subconsciously start moving your hips in hopes of getting some kind of stimulation.

“I asked you a fucking question, you desperate cockwhore”, Iwa spits, tigheting his grip around your throat before he lifts his other hand and harshly spanks your sopping wet cunt; the metal of his rings hitting your clit in just the right way.

The delicious combination of pain and pleasure elicit a loud sob from you, the first few tears finding their way down your cheeks.

“And now you’re crying? Oh, goodness-”, Hajime scoffs, rolling his eyes and letting you go to watch you fall back onto the couch, burying your face in one of the pillows.

“D-Daddy..”, you manage to lift your head up, sobbing and whimpering when you finally realize the lack of his touch, “please, fuck me. I’m n-nothing but a stupid little c-cumwhore for you.”

You can sense his next move coming, you can see the way he lifts his arm from the corner of your eye, yet the second Hajime’s big palm meets the sore skin of your ass, you still can’t prepare your body for the beautiful pain it comes with.

A loud mewl falls past your lips, your hands gripping the pillow underneath you even tighter as your cunt clenches at the pain you’re so familiar with.

“You’re such a fucking crybaby”, Iwa replies, his voice even deeper than before, building a bittersweet contrast to the way he’s caressing your burning skin oh so softly, “you know what I do to slutty little crybabies, don’t you, baby?”

And suddenly, at his words, you feel a cold shiver run down your spine and without even missing a beat, you get yourself to stand on your knees, trying your best to look back at him with tears blurring your sight.

“No-”, you whimper, your heart thrumming in your throat when you turn around and take the soft fabric of Iwa’s shirt into your fists, “no, no, no, no- please, Daddy- I want more than the tip. I promise I’m gonna be a good girl- gonna stop being a crybaby”, you don’t really know what you’re saying, the thought of being denied taking up every bit of your rational thinking.

You look up at Hajime with big, tear filled eyes, your breath hitching in your throat as you try your best to stay composed and be good for him but as soon as his pretty lips stretch into a teasing smirk, you can’t help but let out another sob because you know what’s about to happen.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic, did you know that?”, without missing another moment, you start nodding, your cunt clenching in despair every single time his cock twitches right against your tummy.

Iwa’s sudden grip on your face has you gasping for air, your eyes rolling into the back of your head, “you love being treated like this, don’t you? You love it when your precious, precious D-Daddy plays with you like the fucking toy you are, don’t you?”, you struggle to comprehend every single one of his degrading words but just the tone of derogatory in his deep voice pushes you deeper into the sweet haze of submission.

You look up at him, the sudden urge to get the familiar sense of reassurance from his pretty eyes overwhelming you and as soon as his gaze finds yours, you smile softly when you’re met with just what you were longing for.

His green eyes are still filled with the same warmth and love you’re oh so used to and you feel yourself calming down even further, despite all the mean things he’s been saying to you.

“Mhm”, you hum and feel your lids grow heavier, “of course I love being treated like this, Daddy. You always fuck me so well- how could I not?”, your reply is calm and from the way you’re looking at him, Iwa can tell that he’s got you right where he wanted you.

“Oh? So you do remember how to use your manners, baby? That’s good because I really wasn’t feeling like fucking some into your bratty brain”, Iwa grunts, rubbing his cock against your cunt, making sure to not touch your little clit at all before he moves to push himself in between your thighs.

“Spit”, is the only thing you manage to reply with as your brain only comprehends the way your boyfriend runs his tongue over his plump lips, a sheer layer of saliva coating the skin in the most alluring way possible, “please, Daddy- want it so bad.”

Iwa cocks his head to the side, stilling the subtle movements of his hips before he tightens his grip on your chin again, pulling you even closer to his handsome, blushy face.

“At least you’re asking properly for it now”, he growls, his green eyes attentively roaming your fucked out expression, “but this is the last thing you’re gonna get, whore. It’s not like you’ve been anything but a needy little crybaby to deserve any more than this.”

His words echo in your head and you feel your juices leak out of your clenching cunt, sending shivers down your spine before you mumble a quick response of gratitude and part your lips in anticipation.

However, Iwaizumi has other plans.

He calmly watches the way you open your mouth and stick your tongue out before he chuckles deeply and pulls away before he spits right in your face instead with a loud, lewd noise.

You whimper almost instantly at the feeling of his saliva dripping down your cheek, your lids fluttering shut and just when you’re about to close your mouth, Hajime lets a thick drop of spit fall right onto the back of your tongue.

He doesn’t give you a second to swallow properly, just eagerly pulling you into a sloppy kiss, groaning and moaning into your mouth like a man gone mad.

“Enough of this”, hajime suddenly growls, running a tattoo clad hand through his messy curls as he pulls away, “turn around and get on all fours, now. If you make me wait any longer you won’t get a drop of my cum- got it?”

You’re quick to obey, nodding at his words and doing as you’re told getting into your original position from earlier with your cunt spasming with excitement.

“Please, D-Daddy”, you whimper and bury your face in the pillow, your whole body tensing up at the feeling of his leaking tip lining up with your entrance, “fuck your baby into my belly- I need it so bad.”

Those are the words which elicit the deepest, almost animalistic groan from Hajime as the thought of stuffing you with his cum to the point where it’s impossible for you to not be pregnant cloud his brain.

“Fuck, baby”, he moans and slowly pushes into your tiny cunt; the stretch from his impressive size, especially in girth, should be something you’re already used to yet you still find yourself gasping for air before he’s even halfway inside of you.

You don’t even realize how close you are until you feel Iwa grazing your sweetest spot deep inside of you for just a mere second and that’s the moment you start begging.

Usually Iwa loves to hear you beg; his only goal is to have you a sobbing, begging and cum stuffed little mess on most nights.

But not this time.

He simply ignores the row of begs and pleads falling past your lips like a goddamn mantra; the feeling of your tight walls gripping his hard cock in just the right way easily becoming the only thing on his mind.

Iwaizumi doesn’t give you time to adjust to his size; not when you’re both this worked up because he knows you can take that little sting and the pinches of pain from your pussy being stretched out. He makes sure to set a fast, merciless rhythm from the very beginning; pulling his cock all the way out of your tiny hole just to quickly ram it all the way back inside with one thrust. The emptiness of the studio is filled with the lewd noises of skin meeting skin, deep grunts and muffled whimpers as well as a few sobbed out pleads every now and it doesn’t take long for either of you to get drunk on the atmosphere those exact noises seemed to create.

“There you fucking go, you little whore”, Iwa groans, burying his cock deeper and harder into your sensitive hole, shoving your face even further into the pillow with each thrust and easily pushing as close to the edge as possible.

“I’m gonna stuff you full of my fucking cum”, he continues when all you manage to respond with are a bunch of sobs and high pitched, muffled moans, “gotta make sure you are nicely bred, right?”

You start nodding like crazy before Hajime easily manhandles you, easily lifting you up to have you flush aginst his chest yet again, his thrusts never once slowing down as he buries his teeth in the sensitive skin of your neck and tightens his grip on the flesh of your hips.

You feel yourself getting closer with every second passing by, your clit throbbing as you lose yourself in the delicious feeling of being stuffed so, so full by the one you love oh so much and you know he’s just as close as you are. His sloppy thrusts, heavy breathing and increasing moans giving him away just as usual.

“Daddy”, you sob, tears streaming down your spit and drool stained face, leaving a burning trail behind as they find their way down your neck, “so close – fuck – please...make me cum. I need it so bad-”, your words are slurred, barely coherent and you have no idea if you even said or just thought them but once Iw wraps his pretty, ring and tattoo clad han around your neck while the other one moves in between your legs to rub your clit, you know he understood every single one of them.

“Come on then, angel”, he presses through gritted teeth, tightening his grip around your throat to make you gasp for air as the pleasure slowly becomes overhwelming right when you’re about to cum, “I want you to cum all over my cock so I can fill you up. And since we both want the whole world to see who the fuck you belong to I have make sure you’re pregnant by the time I’m done with you, right baby?”

“Yes, D-Daddy...oh - mhm, yes yes yes-”, your whimpers grow louder and louder every time Iwa hits your sweet spot with his big cock, the tip grazing the entrance to your womb in the best way possible.

“That’s my good...fuck-”, Hajime groans in response, not able to finish his praise.

And just when you’re about to cum, he tightens his grip on your waist, his fingers rubbing harsh circles into your clit and pushing his cock as deep as possible into your tight cunt with one last, sloppy yet hard thrust before the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you finally pushes you over the edge.

The waves of your high break down onto you in the best yet most suffocating way possible and if it wasn’t for Iwa’s perfect timing, you would have passed out from being overwhelmed like this. For a good second everything around you disappears in a complete blur and you feel yourself getting more and more lightheaded; your cunt clenching and creaming around Iwa’s cock as you start sobbing even harder.

You have no idea what either of you are saying; Iwa’s praises and words of encouragement as well as reassurance passing by without your brain getting a single chance to proceed the meaning of them yet you still manage to snap back into reality right when Iwa cums inside of your tight cunt with a row of loud moans falling past his lips.

He buries his face in your neck, lazily thrusting his cock into you to make sure not one drop of his precious cum goes to waste and you can’t help but whimper at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim.

You have no idea how much time passes; both of you way too busy to calm down and catch your breaths, Iwa firmly holding you in his arms and keeping his cock buried inside of your tight cunt because he doesn’t want to make a mess.

The last thing he wants or needs is another lecture from Saeko about why fucking in the studio is a no-go.

“Baby”, he suddenly whispers, his voice still raspy and hoarse, “wanna get dressed and cleaned so we can head home? Wanna spoil my pretty girl with a nice bath, some wine and movies?”

You can’t even giggle as the exhaustion takes over every bit of your being, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips before you let out a hum of approval, placing a sweet kiss on his palm.

“You can take a nap while I bathe you but I wanna fuck you all night, baby...feels like I haven’t stuffed you in weeks”, Hajime casually adds and lets go of your upper body, gently helping you to lay on the couch again; his big hands constantly caressing the sore skin of your ass.

“Don’t pull out..”, you whimper, not quite ready to feel empty just yet, “let’s stay like this for a little longer, please.”

“My good girl…”, Iwa sighs softly, his green eyes attentively roaming over your fucked out figure, focusing the way your lips are pushed into a pout, “how about this: I’m gonna pull out now and then I’ll have you cockwarm me all night, hm? Wanna take you home, pretty girl..’s way cozier anyway.”

“But-”

However – you don’t get to finish that sentence.

The louds knock on the front door of the shop easily startling the both of you, Iwa almost automatically digging his nails into your ass as his head shoots to look at whoever the hell is trying to come inside at this time of the day.

“Iwa? Y/N? Are you guys- Oh, my God”, as soon as the sound of Oikawa Tooru’s voice finds your ears, you both let out a loud groan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head before you chuckle at just how dramatic he’s being.

Iwa doesn’t immediately reply to his best friend, his hands gently caressing your ass before he lets you know that he’s about to pull out, eliciting a row of hisses from the two of you as he does just that.

He’s quick to turn you on your back, pulling you into a deep kiss and then getting himself dressed again.

You hear Oikawa’s ranting from outside, two more voices joining in not long after and it doesn’t take you long to figure out that Mattsun and Hanamaki are with him too.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, open the fucking-”, “Shut the fuck up, I gotta get her dressed, you piece of human garbage”, your boyfriend eventully spits back at his best friend, quickly growing tired of his whining.

You don’t really know how long it takes Iwa to put you back into your little panties and your dress, your head still cloudy and eyes feeling extra heavy from exhaustion.

The next thing you know is a soft kiss on your forehead, followed by the sound of keys turning in a door and loud, deep voices filling the emptiness of the studio.

“You did it on the...couch? First the counter, then the bathroom, then the office and now the couch? I fucking hate you two”, Hanamaki Takahiro’s gentle voice is filled with a mixture of disgust, mockery and humor and easily gives away that he’s not fully serious.

“What the fuck do you guys want?”, Iwa just replies, rolling his eyes at the sight of Oikawa putting his hands on his hips and shaking his head in disappointment.

“I forgot my phone in the office and we were gonna have drinks at the bar around the corner”, Matsukawa explains calmly, his eyes finding your fucked out figure on the couch before he chuckles and winks at you before looking back at Iwa.

“Good job, Ace”, he chuckles deeply before giving your boyfriend a quick fistbump only to have Pikawa interrupt them.

“I will tell Saeko-chan everything, I don’t give a fuck. You deserve her lectures-”, he says and eventually averts his strong gaze from Iwa to you.

“Finally”, the brunette groans, lifting his hand to give you a high five before he runs his tattoo clad fingers through his curls, “you’ve been getting way too desperate, best friend. You really needed this.”

⁂ mentions: dedicating this fic to my fave aqua bitch and baby val @spikesbimbo bc she's been helping me throw a tantrum in tumblr's email box this past few days and I love her with my whole heart MWAH

#haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #hq!! smut #haikyuu!! smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x female reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime smut

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livelaughlovekageyama · 2 years ago

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Hey :) hope you are still doing the requests!! Can you do kuroo x cool! Female reader (like she is funny, has really cool comebacks, maybe like saeko :D) also she is bokuto's other bestie!! So bokuto introduced her to kuroo!

HEYYYY

I LOVE THIS IDEA AND I HOPE THIS IS GOOD FOR U

Kuroo x cool fem reader

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The sounds of squeaking sneakers could be heard coming from the Fukurodani gym. The school’s volleyball team was having a practice match against Nekoma, and the last point was finally scored by none other than the team’s captain himself.

The team erupted in cheers as the dark haired blocker peered through the net at his friend.

“What did I tell ya? Huh?” He said with a cocky smile. “I knew my team would win, didn’t I?”

The gray haired spiker looked away and furrowed his eyebrows.

“You guys just got lucky this time” He pouted, as Kuroo still wore his shit eating grin.

“Was it now? ‘Cause I really don’t think that me and Kenma could’ve pulled off sheer luck that many times, isn’t that right Kenma?” Kuroo said as he grasped the poor setter's shoulders.

“I dunno… it could’ve been luck for all we know.” Kenma mumbled, as Kuroo pushed him aside.

“Come on, don’t say that Kenma. You’re making us look bad.” He said, shaking his head. The three all headed to their bags to get a drink of water. Bokuto pulled out his phone and saw two notifications from you.

You:

hey is the game over yet?

You:

i can meet u there in like 10

Bokuto smiled at his phone, glad to see that his plan was gonna work.

Bokuto:

Yeah that works!!

Bokuto:

And you gotta trust me on this one, you guys will totally hit it off!!”

You:

we’ll see about that

Bokuto put his phone in his pocket. He had plans to set up two of his closest friends and he needed to make sure it went well.

Bokuto:

Trust me. It’ll be great.

You looked at the final message Bokuto sent and rolled your eyes, before falling back onto your bed.

~~~

One day earlier…

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU GOT A 93 ON YOUR EXAM??” Your best friend cried, staggering away from you with shock. “I mean exactly what it sounds like, Bo.” You grinned, sliding the test towards him. You leaned back in your chair with a proud smirk plastered on your face as Bokuto’s eyes scanned over your paper. “How is that even possible..??” He questioned, slamming his head down against the table as he groaned with annoyance. You laughed at his actions as you reached his downward facing paper. “I guess I’m just a genius. And c’mon, yours can’t be that bad.” You rolled your eyes as you flipped over his paper.

“57, Not impressed”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his results. “OH MY GOD BO...57?? I’M SORRY BUT LIKE…57..BWAHAHAHA” Your best friend groaned again, pulling his hair over his ears.

You wiped your tears as you finally calmed down.”I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to laugh, but like how do you even manage to score that low?” You grinned at him. “Leave me alone” He carried out the last word as his voice was muffled against the table. “I don’t need another nerd making fun of my grades.” This made you perk up a bit. “Another? I didn’t know Akaashi made fun of your grades.” He finally tilted his head against the desk so you could see his face. “No, not him, I mean Kuroo. The guy will never give me a freaking break.” He whined as you laughed again. “Oh yeah? Sounds like me and this “Kuroo” would get along.” You joked, causing Bokuto to shoot up and look at you.

“Wait a minute..” He squinted, rubbing his chin. “You might be right, you guys are pretty similar.” He thought out loud. “How so?” You encouraged him to continue, to which he responded with the similarities of your humor, personalities, and even intelligence.“...So yeah, I’d say you guys are prettyyy similar.” he finished. “He must be a cool guy then, eh?” You raised your eyebrows. Bokuto had a smile creeping onto his face as he had an idea pop into his head. “Oh yeah, totally. You guys should hang out sometime!” He pushed. “I dunno, Bo. I don’t even know the guy, and I know plenty of people already.” You looked at your friend, who now had a big smile plastered onto his face. “Oh come onnnn, you guys will totally hit it off!” He claimed, and you gave him a skeptical look. You rolled your eyes playfully at him as you finally agreed. “Fine, but just because I wanna see how cool this guy really is.” You said as your friend cheered. “Yes! Yes! You guys will get along perfectly! I know the perfect time for you to meet! Just you wait!” He exclaimed as you rolled your eyes playfully.

He better not be too much like Bokuto, I really don’t think I’ll be able to handle having another idiot for a friend.

But what you didn’t know is that Bokuto had a bit more up his sleeve than you may have thought.

~~~

Present day…

You quickly pulled on a pair of sweatpants and an old tee shirt before heading downstairs. You opened the door to be hit with a cool autumn breeze as you began walking to where Bokuto told you to go.

You finally arrived at a small café that was by the school and headed in. You looked around at the few people in the building hoping to see your friend, but he was not there.

Huh, I’m pretty sure this was where he said. You thought as you sat down at a small table by the door. You pulled out your phone to text Bokuto as you heard the door open behind you. You turned around to see a tall boy with black hair. He looked about your age, and was quite attractive. He looked around the store eagerly until he caught your eye. You slightly smiled at him and decided to speak up. “‘Are you meeting someone here too?” You asked as he grinned back. “Yup.” You laughed slightly as you looked back down to your phone to send another text to Bokuto.

You:

yo im here, where r u?

Seen, 1:15

You:

I hate to break it to you bo but i know ur reading this

Seen, 1:17

You rolled your eyes at your friend as you then heard a chair scuffing across from you. You looked up to see the black haired boy from earlier standing before you. “Mind if I sit here?” He said, with his cocky grin back on his face. You felt yourself smiling back at the boy as you nodded. “Go ahead.” He sat down across from you and nodded a thank you. You looked back down at your phone, still awaiting a response from Bokuto, to find that your messages were still left on read. You were starting to get annoyed and began to type another message, but before you could send it you heard a voice clear across from you.

“Who are ya texting?” The boy across from you asked. You looked up to meet his eyes and cocked an eyebrow. “Why would I tell you that?” The boy laughed lightly, before looking back at you. “Well don’t you think it’s a bit rude to be on your phone when you could be talking to a really cool guy who happens to be right across from you?” You shook your head at him with annoyance before meeting his eyes once again. “Well don’t you think it’s a bit rude to intrude on a strangers personal conversations?” You shot back, to which the boy raised his eyebrows in amusement. “Who says we have to be strangers?” You slightly laughed at his question before responding. “Well considering that we know nothing about each other I’d say that that is what we are.” The boy smiled slightly as he rested his head in the palm of his hand. “But we don’t have to stay strangers, you know?” He said as you rolled your eyes at him and looked back at your phone. “And I wouldn’t say that we know nothing about each other.” He continued, causing you to look back up at him. “Oh yeah? Well then what do you know about me Mr. Smart Guy?” You raised your eyebrows as he laughed. “Well I know that you must like coffee.” He gestured to the café that you guys were in. “Yeah? Well what kind do I like?” You questioned him, to which he shrugged. “You tell me.” You laughed at his statement. “‘You tell me’? I thought you were supposed to know this about me already.” You playfully squinted at him. “Well if you tell me I’ll be learning something about you.” His smile grew as he saw your amusement. “Touché Mr. Smart Guy. My favorite type of coffee is [favorite type].” You gave in to the boy as he leaned back proudly. “See? Now I already know you a little better.” You shook your head at the boy with a smile. “Yeah, well what can you even do with that information?” You questioned him, as he stood up “I’ll be right back.” He said with a grin, walking towards the counter.

You watched as the tall boy said his order, feeling an unfamiliar feeling from being with him. You usually took a while to warm up to someone but he was different. It was like he could read your mind or something and was able to figure out how to get on your good side right away. It was weird.

A moment later, your thoughts were interrupted at the sound of two plastic cups hitting the table. “Hopefully you didn’t miss me too much.” The tall boy sat back down and slid you a drink. You shook your head with amusement. “You are ridiculous.” “And you are welcome for the drink.” The boy replied, taking a sip of his coffee. “So now you gotta figure something out about me.” He smiled as you sipped your drink. “Oh yeah? And why is that?” You asked. “So then we can finally go from “strangers” to “acquaintances”.” He grinned. “And who says that’s how we can become acquainted?” You asked in a teasing tone. “I do. Now what do you know about me?” The boy smirked slightly at seeing you squint at him, clearly amused by his question. “Well I know you like to buy random girls coffee.” You teased, to which he shook his head. “Nope, that's just one.” He laughed, as you found yourself blushing a bit. “And why is that?” You asked, as the boy gave you another smile. “Because maybe she seemed to have something special about her.” Which made you look down to hide your reddened face.

This boy.

He tilted his head down to try to see you again. “Getting a little blushy now, are we?” He teased, as you got yourself together and looked back up. “You wish.” He raised his brows at you as you continued. “And besides, it’s gonna take a bit more than a stranger to make me blush. Even if he’s pretty cute.” You smirked, as it was now his turn to flush pink. He quickly recovered and grinned back at you again. “Well how about a cute acquaintance?” He said, which caused you to laugh. “You tell me.” He rested his hands on the back of his head as he leaned back. “Well then, my dear acquaintance, how about we figure that out at dinner tomorrow at 7?” He asked you with a slight hint of nervousness in his voice.

Holy shit, is he asking me out?

You felt a big smile tugging at your lips as you pretended to think about his offer. “Hmm, I guess that sounds good.” You finally said, causing the two of you to smile. “Alright then. I guess I will see you there.” He said, standing up. “I guess so.” You agreed. He gave you one last smile before he turned to leave, but you quickly stopped him.

“Woah, woah, woah. You’re not just gonna leave without telling me your name, are you?” He laughed as he responded. “What, is ‘Mr. Smart Guy’ not gonna cut it anymore?” When he saw you squint at him he continued. “Alright, fine. The name’s Kuroo.” Your eyes widened briefly at the realization. That idiot set us up, didn’t he? But you shook it off as you decided to introduce yourself as well. “Nice to meet you, Kuroo. I’m Y/N.” You smiled, making him nod his head and repeat the name. “Y/N. Well it’s been nice to become acquainted with you, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said. “See you tomorrow.” You gave him one last look before walking out the door.

As you began to walk home, you felt your phone buzz. You picked it up and read the notification from your friend.

Bokuto:

You’re welcome for the free date.

You shook your head at your friend before smiling at the phone. Maybe he’s not as much of an idiot as you thought after all.

~~~

A/N:

HIII I DIDNT HAVE MUCH TIME TO SPELL CHECK SO HOPEFULLY THIS ISNT TOO BAD

I ALSO WROTE THIS AT LIKE 1 AM SO ITS KINDA SHITTY BUT HERE U GO!!

~~~

BONUS!!!

"Why did you drag me out here again?"

"I told you already, I'm setting up Y/N and Kuroo!"

"I understand that, but why do I have to be here for that?"

"..Because I didn't want to be alone..?"

The dark haired setter sighed at his friends straight forward response. The pair was hidden behind bushes outside of the cafe, as Bokuto excitedly waited for Kuroo to enter.

"OOH, OOH, KAASHI LOOK!"

The two watched as Kuroo walked into the small coffee shop.

"Wow, that's amazing." Akaashi replied sarcastically as Bokuto ignored him.

"He has no idea about Y/N. I told him I'd be meeting up with him today and- HELL YEAH HES SITTING AT HER TABLE!" The grey haired boy cheered as he saw his plan come together.

Akaashi sighed at his friend's behavior as he leaned back behind the bush.

"If we get caught you better tell them that I have nothing to do with this."

~~~

#haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagines #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo scenarios #kuroo tetsurō #kuroo fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu #kuroo x you #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #haikyu x reader

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lizandbo · 4 years ago

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period headcanons w/ some hq bois

Okie dokie, so i know i do a lot of haikyuu freaking chubby x peep...but lemme change for this one....it mah periods time ssooo I’m doin this becuase i feel like other peeps need this while they are on there’re period ...idk if this whole thing even makes sense or not

Warnings: cursing,

This is obviously a female reader so yeah....

I’m sorry if this is really short- i meant like, short lil things for each person...help i need speech

Hinata

- This sweet boi wants to do everything for you but you know he ain’t a mcfucking octopus that could do 8 things at once

- he does do the best he can tho

- and if your in one of those mood swings when your hormones go wack-a-doodle, hell try to put up with it but if you get to the point that its your excuse he be like: ok, thats it...*hugs* -seconds later- everything’s is fine and normal

- “ do you need anything?” ‘maybe like...pads orrr”

-” Y E S”

- “ok, ok whatever you need princess”

- when he does get the pads, while halfway walking to the nearest drug store.....( like CVS, walgreens, rite aid etc...) he realizes he doesnt know which ones to buy you, the wings? The night pads? Which size???

- he goes into the pads section...and just stands there, staring at all the ones to buy you

- so he came home with six packs of total different sizes and styles

- you thank him for trying...but he could’ve always texted you which one s to buy tho

- i think that Hinata would be great at being the lil sidekick on your period weeks

- if you want cuddles- done, boom, bam...he already holding ya

- chocolate? He’s out at the door for a journey

- Hinata will be like a jumping rabbit if you get up from any surface

- “ nope, you aren’t going to move....what do you need?”

- “ to stretch”

- “you could stretch in bed but dont get up”

- all this bb just wants you to be as comfortable as possible

Tanaka

- he would be. Like “oh...wait oHHH that...thing, i remember saeko always screaming becuase of those”

- but ya boi tryna to be noice, but doesnt really help becuase he doesnt want to get in harms fucking way

- but ya need ya help

- does not let or bring you eat chocolate or some dairy things becuase his research cuz he carin’ like dat, that it makes you more uncomfortable even tho women crave it during the torture

- but but but but, he willlll cuddle and snuggle with you

- more than normally- ifff...thats even possible

- “hey, why are you laying in the bed like your about to die or something-”

- “becuase i FEEELLLLL LIKE IM DYINGGGG RNNNNNN”

-” okkkkkayyy, just chill, i will give ya some mac’ & chez”

- “how the fuck is that gonna help, and also the last time you went into the kitchen to cook something you almost burnt the house”

- “so much for believing in me”

- “tanakaaaaAAAaa’

- “ok ok, ill be right back”

Tsukishima

- this is the face when you explain about periods sucking^

- also like tanaka, does not give or let you eat dairy, he smart like tat

- of course, he’s the more prepared one on this list

- he plans your periods, secretly

- he is always cautious about the bed being bloody the next morning when the pad gives up

- will. Ha;f-assed tolerate the mood swings, like your so freaking sensitive to everything he says

- “you bleeding up more than in the World War Two and one combined”

-”TSUKI, wtf do you not get fucking periods??”

- “yes i do but-”

- “NO FUCKING BUTS!”

- “y/n your bleeding from your fucking pussy, why cant i make a joke out of it?”

- “_SnIfF- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you like this,..please dont yell or get mad-SnIfF- at me”

- “ok, do you need anything while i scream into the pillow walk to the kitchen to cook something to eat?”

- “nope:D”

- “i-...ok whatever”

Asahi

- he quite scared tho

- like, not scared but-...worrying

- i think he 100 percent will giv you the sweetest of belly rubs

- if you look like you dyin, he’s there for you

- he may or may not give you your favorite treats

- will always text you during class or anything of the sort to ask if you alright

-cramping up? This boi gotchu, need pads? He’s in the women in the hygiene aisle..painkillers? You got them

- when you bleed on anything, he’s like the maid that cleans up everything that you mess up

- asahi will do anything that you request him

- “hey, do you need anything?”

-”...cuddles?”

-here comes the cuddle monster, face to face nuzzling his nose and face into your neck, pressing soft and warm kisses

- when the mood swings come into town,he alright with it..his sister already done that wit him so he’s experienced it

- “which pack do you usually buy?”

- “mmm-*the ones that you usually buy*-”

- “okie dokie, all be back. I dont want my lover to be out of anything during this week<3″

- “mkay babe, cya..thank ya”

- “no worries!”

A/n: i sorry that this is very short, writers block i guess? And it like 1am too soooo

#asahi #tsukishima #hinata #tanaka #tanaka x reader #asahi x reader #tsukishima x reader #hinata x reader #periods #haikyuu x periods #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hinata x you #tanaka xyou #asahi x you #tsukishima x you

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actualdegenerate · 4 years ago

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I only have eyes for you

Pairing: Tanaka x Male Manager Reader

Genre: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort

Summary: how can you compete with the pretty manager he clearly adores?

Warnings: Insecurities?

A/N: I finished this at 3:30 am, so don’t judge the ending, also, the average male height in japan is 1.60 cm?? so i made the reader shorter than Tanaka assuming the reader is Japanese, sorry if you’re taller than him!

Words: 2 k

There she went, pretty as always, beauty so mesmerizing it managed to turn the heads of boys and girls alike. Black hair slightly falling into her face as she leaned to pick up the water bottles, gracefully as ever. You watched as she left quietly, disappearing from your vision as you continued with the net you were already setting up. She was mainly the reason you were here right now, having approached you after school, looking for a second manager for the volleyball team. You almost had a heart attack when you realized she was actually talking, to you of all people.

You ended up agreeing with her, considering that you had yet to find a club, and, yeah, even though you thought it was gonna be weird at first, managers stereotypically being girls but got used to it very quickly. Now your biggest problem with this came in the form of an overly excited bald boy who was not only in love with Kiyoko, but also probably straight.

And it’s not like the whole “same-gender” thing is a problem, you already had a questioning phase in your life that consisted of several awkward crushes and big realizations. Of course, some people knew, but you were not openly out yet, and the only person in the team that actually knew was Ennoshita, who was also your closest friend on the team, thanks, mostly, to shared classes. You couldn’t tell if he knew about your crush, but something about the looks he sent your way when Tanaka was teasing you told you he did.

Shaking out of your thoughts, you heard the rowdy first years arriving at the gym. After getting an actual coach and somehow getting a new manager, the team got bigger, and stronger along with that.

That was a problem. Well, no, it wasn’t, you enjoyed how alive the club had gotten with more members and all of that, but it made you feel more distant from everyone. You were the only male in the club who wasn’t playing volleyball and the only manager who wasn’t female, so naturally, it felt as if you were mostly watching from afar. It was always ‘the players’, ‘the cute managers’, and you.

Looking towards the team, you noticed most of them were already warming up, and everyone but Kiyoko and the second year pair was here. Sighing softly to yourself, you could already tell how things were gonna go. Nishinoya and Tanaka barging in behind your senior praising her like always, thanking Yachi for joining too, and making her talk and smile more.

“KIYOKO-SAN!!!” was heard from somewhere outside the gym, and you knew you were right in your assumption when she entered followed by the boys. Looking away, you decided to spare yourself and go get the manager notebooks and some towels for when they finish. You didn’t get very far, running into Yachi halfway there, books already in her hands, saying that Kiyoko got the towels.

“y/n-Kun, I was wondering if you'd let Yachi and I take notes for today? I want to make sure she learned how to do so last week.” Kiyoko asked as you entered the gym.

“Yeah, no problem,” you said, cause there really wasn’t anything else to say.

You looked around during the first break, gaze lingering over the tough boy that unknowingly had your heart. You can’t remember when you fell for him, but somewhere along the line, his loud, energetic personality somehow made you want to kiss him.

It's kinda funny, to talk about it like you didn’t know why you fell for him, not as it mattered anyway, as stated before, there is no way he could ever like you back.

And this is where that left you, looking longingly at him while he looked at someone else, someone who looks better than you ever will. That’s what you told yourself anyway, because, in reality, it hurt more knowing that you had no chance with him, to begin with.

So you did what you best know how to do, push them both away and hope your feelings disappear.

You walked away to spare yourself from watching him flirting and borderline worship her, you stopped hanging out with him as much, limiting interactions and avoiding him altogether. This, however, backfired, as you noticed that as much effort went into building a wall between your friendship, he put in twice as much to bring it down. Somewhat reluctantly, you accepted the fact that you might never be able to distance yourself enough from him to actually get over him, and his stubbornness and persistence to “save” your friendship only made your feelings act up.

Or so you thought.

...

To say you were surprised when someone after a match started flirting with you, a male volleyball player, at that, was an understatement. You felt your face heating up as his frame loomed over you in an attempt to be seductive, as flattered as you felt, being so new to the situation, your brain barely gave you time to react before there was a muscular back in front of you and a boy with a shaved head “protecting” you.

---

Now, Tanaka, despite being angry and rough around the edges, cared deeply about all his friends, and he couldn't, for the life of him, understand what he had done to push you away. He wasn't the only one that realized how averse you were to be around him and everyone on the team wondered what had he done to hurt you so much. Hell, he had spent more than one sleepless night wracking his brain thinking about what he did to be able to apologize properly, hitting nothing but dead-ends.

He never before has felt so absolutely horrible after the thought of losing someone as close as you were, he didn't even think about how important you were to him until recently and now his drive to spend more time with you turned into painful brooding over how your relationship looked like it wasn't going to last.

Rubbing his eyes, trying to dismiss the tears threatening to appear, he focused on the situation at hand.

The match against Kakugawa was harder than what they initially expected, but now it was over and done and all that was left was to wait for Kiyoko and Hinata to return. Turning around to Noya for a bit of distraction he noticed out of the corner of his eye the way someone was crowding you, eyes cast down and body slightly shifting.

He did not know what came over him, but suddenly the only thought in his mind was making him go away and bringing you back to safety next to him. Body acting on his own, he didn't even realize he moved until after coming between you two, body and mind on autopilot as he dragged you back to the group by the wrist.

Only after reaching the rest of the team, did he stop to look at you, small, disheveled, and faintly trembling, holding onto his arm. Your eyes met and his heart sped up.

“You okay? Y/N?” he asked, trying to play smooth.

“Why did- why did you do that?”

“Well, I couldn’t let our cutest manager be hit on like that!” he said as if it was the obvious answer, paying attention to the way your eyes widened and your breath stuttered.

Before you could say anything, Kiyoko and Hinata had returned with Hinata's bento box, meaning the end of your conversation.

you returned to your house that night with butterflies that didn’t seem to want to leave tasting bitter in your mouth as you wondered what had happened and hoped it meant more, knowing you were just feeding yourself with lies as you looked at your wrist where he had grabbed you.

Tanaka was doing no better, grabbing his head- at the lack of hair to pull- while tossing and turning, thoughts plagued with the way his stomach stirred when you were clinging to his arm earlier and how you fit next to him like matching puzzle pieces.

He didn’t understand exactly what it meant, Saeko had talked about the word ‘bisexual’ with him but he wasn’t really paying attention, he was more focused on his past stupidity. He had known for a while that he and Kiyoko might never work out, getting over her fairly quickly during his first year. His fawning nowadays was mostly to keep appearances and, don’t get him wrong, he still thought she was beautiful and amazing, it was more a matter of him no longer having romantic feelings towards her. Now it was as if he had gotten punched in the gut with feelings that he didn’t know were there, a crush that was a bit too big and no idea if it was mutual.

Without knowing who to turn to for help, seeing as Saeko had helped him figure his own stuff up, but hadn’t spent enough time around you to help him with that, he went to the only other people he could think of. And that's how the next afternoon Ennoshita was dragged to his house by Nishinoya and him, trying to avoid you after practice so that there were no suspicions nor hurt feelings.

Both of his friends, after yelling at him because “We thought you knew about your feelings??” Made him write you the neatest note he could, asking you to meet him after school the next day at ‘your usual spot’, which was just a tree that you guys sit under most days during lunchtime.

So, the following morning, you found yourself staring at a card that looked like it was written by a kid with how shaky the letters were, but had the unmistakable handwriting of a certain trouble-maker that left you tongue-tied.

Hours dragged by, and only after what must have been an eternity, were you able to almost run over to the tree, knowing there wasn’t much time left, the club leaving you barely with ten minutes.

You missed his arrival mostly because you were distracted by the letter, but refused to look up once you noticed him, fearing you might give away how nervous you were due to his proximity.

“Hey so, I- I kinda realized that, after being friends for a while, I might like you? As in, more than friends. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I don't even know if you like boys like that? Noya and Ennoshita kind of convinced me to do this out of the blue"

As shocked as you were from his words, which weren't really registering in your brain, the somersaults your heart was doing inside your chest urged you to give some sort of reaction.

“Well, I don't know, maybe if you feel a similar way we could, go out sometime? hopefully? I totally understand if you don't though, and I certainly would like to keep being friends either way, so, um, yeah."

Your heart melted upon seeing Tanaka's flushed face, hand rubbing his neck as he gently rocked back and forth, not being able to look at you properly. Thanking whatever god may be listening, in an outburst of excitement, you threw your arms around him in a hug, almost tackling him to the ground in the process.

“I always thought you liked Kiyoko,” you said, muffled from the place your head had taken, buried in his chest. You could feel his boisterous laugh enveloping you into such a safe space, you doubted you’d ever want to leave.

“I mean, I used to like her, but I don’t think I see her as anything other than a friend after all, plus, why would I like her when I have the cutest manager with me right now.” He said, placing a soft kiss on the forehead, that truly made you wonder how you could be so blind in the beginning as to not notice the oblivious volleyball player’s clear feelings towards you, but hey, at least you weren’t the only one.

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