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sgudhsjssj i love ur blog <3 was hoping if i could request a small fic where kyōtani gets horny late at night and asks f!reader to sit on his face and ‘smut’ ensues ?1??1? ahh i hope this was okay lol <3 have a good day ʕ￫ᴥ￩ʔ

KYŌTANI K. + FACE-SITTING —

c/w: f. reader; pet name “puppy”; hint of daddy kink; face-sitting; hair-pulling; pinch of manhandling

you’re home late one night // slipping into bed next to a half-awake kyou // he immediately pulls you into his side // hot chest pressed tight against yours n his cock starting to chub at the thought of fucking you

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“couldn’t sleep without you, baby girl,” he murmurs, sliding a warm hand over your hip, fingertips just dipping and teasing under the waistband of your shorts.

“‘kenta.” your voice is a whiny whisper in the almost dark, knowing exactly where this leads— where it always leads when he gets needy and handsy like this.

“c’mon, puppy. let me taste you, yeah?” his hand dips fully under your shorts, grabbing a handful of your ass and dragging you towards him. his hips roll into your thigh, grinding his cock against your leg like a horny little dog. “please, baby, just want to make you cum in my mouth.”

with the way he pleads so softly, you give in, tugging his face to yours to finally kiss him. his lips scratch a little, slightly chapped from his constant biting on them, but it feels good, rawing your own and making them swollen.

“want you on my face, baby girl, please. hop on up here for me,” he groans, helping you wiggle out of your shorts and up to straddle his pretty face. “just want to make you cum, puppy. use my mouth, c’mon.”

perched on his face, you have the perfect view to admire him from — his fat cock hard against his thigh, the muscles in his stomach clenching as he cants his hips up into thin air.

he flattens his tongue and licks a broad, hot swath up your puffy cunt, poking the tip of his tongue to tease your little hole. he hones in on your swollen clit immediately, suckling on it hard, so, so eager to make you cum.

the swirling of his tongue makes you keen, one hand reaching behind you to fist his hair, desperately clinging onto something as you hump his soft lips. kyoutani moans at the hard pull on his roots, the sound muffled into your cunt as he harshly drags you down by the hips, burying his face entirely.

you whine and hiccup, all needy for your daddy, “gonna cum, ‘kenta- please, daddy, ‘m gonna m- make a mess.”

“nuh-uh, puppy,” he laughs and pulls away.

kyoutani knows he’s got you right where he wants you, teetering and desperate to cum. the grip he has on your waist tightens suddenly as he lifts you off of his face, tossing you to the side with a little squeal as you bounce on the mattress.

the cocky grin he gives you is shiny and wet, eyes dark as he moves over you. “’m not done with you yet.” <//3

𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜. (bokuto kōtarō x reader)

denoting a mutually beneficial relationship between different people or groups.

contains : nsfw content, car sex, mutual pining, multiple orgasms, lots and lots of dirty talk, creampie

word count : 2k

note : reposting from my other blog!

‘hey, what are you up to tonight?’

you roll your eyes at his attempt to be casual, asking what you’re doing tonight despite it being nearly midnight. however, there’s a small part of you that’s thankful for this little “pre hookup foreplay,” as he loved to call it. getting up from the warmth of your bed, you type a quick response as you make your way to the bathroom.

‘nothing, why?’

it’s simple enough— not too forward, but still allowing a continuation of the conversation, if he wants to. no matter how many times the two of you had done this little song and dance, you’d never been the one to initiate it nor would you ever ask him first. it’s far too risky—there’s no telling if he’s even here, or if he’s off at some away game across the world. no telling if he’s in a mood, no telling if he even still has your number. so you wait for him. always.

‘can i pick you up?’

heat rises to your cheeks and you hate that even after all this time, the butterflies in your stomach remain all the same.

‘yeah, i’ll be ready in 20’

nearly half an hour later you find yourself climbing into the sleek black SUV and you’re met with bokuto’s eager, glowing eyes raking over your form. the smell of his cologne hits your nostrils and you have to stop the whine that threatens to fall past your lips. he is the most intoxicating man you’ve ever seen. everything about him pulls you in, deeper and deeper until all that’s left is him.

“hey baby,” bokuto hums, his palm already running up and down your exposed thigh. the pet name rolls off his tongue much too easily for your liking but when you feel his rough, calloused hands squeeze your hips there isn’t much you can say. “how’s my pretty girl doin?”

heat rises to your cheeks as you gently push his hands away and look down at your lap. but his grip doesn’t even budge. you peek up at him through your lashes and catch a glimpse of his wild eyes, pupils dilated and full of need.

“kō, i–”

“kiss me.” he interrupts, bringing his palms up to your cheeks to cradle your face. “please? just kiss me.”

the desperation in his voice is crystal clear. he can’t be alone, can’t spend one more night in his bed by himself when there’s the possibility to have you in his arms instead.

there’s no part of you that wants to deny him, no part that ever could. not when he’s begging you to stay by his side.

neither of you were ready for a relationship, both far too impulsive and emotionally unstable. but that didn’t diminish the love either of you felt.

loving bokuto is reminiscent of the legend of icarus. with you as icarus and bokuto as the sun. his vibrance and positive outlook on life is so alluring you can’t help but gravitate toward him. he brings a light into every room he enters. how could you not follow him?

however, much like the legend, you’ll end up flying too close to the sun and end up scalded. his schedule is impossibly hectic, he’s never in one place for more than a month at a time, and even when he is stationary there’s still a million and one things to do in his everyday life, which leaves no time for anyone else. even if both parties tried as hard as they could.

but on the rare occasion of having some time off, bokuto would always come running to you.

-

time feels like it stops when your lips finally meet, thick and heavy air surrounding you both. his hand caress your hair as he pulls you even closer to him, your lower abdomen starting to press into the center console.

his face nearly drops after you push lightly on his chest to get some air, but he quickly recovers as he watches you climb into the backseat of the car.

“yeah?” he’s breathless as he speaks, large hands gripping the backs of the driver and passenger seats. his knuckles are turning white by the time you flash him a shy smile and nod.

“yeah.”

bokuto fumbles as he moves, his broad shoulders getting caught on the seatbacks. you can’t help but giggle at the way his eyebrows furrow as he pushes his way through, climbing on top of you and effectively managing to cage you within his arms.

“don’t make me wait any longer,” your voice comes out as a needy whisper, each word dripping with hope. he’s never been able to deny you— especially not when you beg so perfectly.

his hand slips into your panties easily, and he lets out a low groan when his fingers glide over your slick pussy.

“this wet already?” you can hear his smirk.

“please–” you whine, gripping his bicep and pulling his arm closer to you as you grind your hips into his hand at the same time.

“please what?” he answers simply, refusing to sink his fingers into you too soon. your mind blanks, shaking your head as another whine rips from your throat. “greedy little thing,” bokuto mumbles under his breath, bringing his other hand up to the back of your neck and pressing your foreheads together.

“please what, baby?”

“pleasetouchmekotaroineedtofeelyouplease–”

he shushes you by pressing his lips into yours and dipping two of his thick fingers into your tight, warm cunt. even though it’s only two of his fingers the stretch is already so much. he slowly works them in deeper, gently dragging the rough pads of his fingertips along your tender walls. you let out a little gasp as he stretches your tight pussy out, curling his middle finger to hit that spot inside of you that makes you whimper.

“right th–”

“–there, yeah i know pretty girl. right there’s your lil spot isn’t it? right there’s where you need it?” the slight hint of degradation behind his words makes your mind go blank as you begin to nod your head rapidly. your hips also start moving of their own accord as your first orgasm begins rising in your abdomen. bokuto can tell you’re close, the way your voice gets extra breathy and your pussy quivers around his fingers tells him everything he needs to know.

he leans in close, placing a hot open mouthed kiss on the spot just below your earlobe. before pulling away and whispering,

“go ahead, baby, cum all over my fingers. be a good girl and cum for me, c’mon-”

and you do, because there’s no part of you that could ever deny him anything he asked for.

everything pauses and it takes a few moments for you to catch your breath again. bokuto doesn’t give you nearly enough time to recover before he’s gripping your chin with one hand and making you watch as he licks his cumsoaked fingers clean.

the sight alone makes your clit throb, but when bokuto instinctively grinds his hard cock into the plush of your slightly exposed thigh a needy whine falls from your lips.

“more?” is all he says, flattening his hand over your chest, giving gentle squeezes to your flesh.

you nod desperately in response, wrapping your legs around his waist. his cock brushes against your soaked core, the fabric of your panties completely drenched in your own slick and cum.

“oh baby,” bokuto coos, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear and slowly peeling them down your legs. “made such a mess of your pretty panties..”

before you can protest, he’s slipping them into his pocket while nipping at your inner thigh in an attempt to distract you.

“for later.” he whispers. you watch with wide eyes as bokuto pulls on the drawstring on his sweats. you reach down between the two of you and wrap your fingers around the base of his cock.

“‘s so big, kō…” you muse, giving his cock an experimental squeeze. bokuto whines in response, thrusting his hips up, silently encouraging you to continue.

“yeah baby?” his voice is breathy, an obvious sign that he’s already close. “you think you can take it?”

“please”

the angle is a bit awkward, your head bumps the car door handle but bokuto leans down, pushing your knees up to your chest. your attempt to kick your feet in protest is feeble at best, because as soon as he wraps his lips around your clit, your body goes slack.

and then a few seconds later he’s above you again, only this time you can feel the fat head of his cock gliding over your soaked folds. he wastes no more time, lining himself up and pushing into you, inch by inch. he’s careful to not overwhelm you, allowing you to adjust and he even moves his hand from the back of your knee to cradle the back of your head.

his hips still when they meet yours, despite every nerve in his body screaming at him to pound you into the plush leather seats of the backseat of his car.

“hey, you okay?” he forces himself to focus back on you, to ignore the horny little voice in his head in favor of your wellbeing.

“yeah,” you exhale shakily. “i’m great.”

that’s all the reassurance he seems to need because as soon as those words leave your lips he’s pulling out halfway, and immediately thrusting back into you. he sets a brain melting pace, his fat cock hitting sensitive spots you forgot even existed. all you can do is lay there and take it, occasionally babbling about how good he feels and how well he fucks you.

“fuck, tight ‘lil thing aren’t you?” he sounds like he’s miles away, but everything about him surrounds you completely.

a simple shift of his hips has you hurtling toward your second orgasm, your pussy still extremely sensitive from the first. you grasp at his shoulders, raking your nails down his toned arms and you swear you hear him chuckle.

“keep squeezin’ me like that and i just might cum too, pretty girl.”

abandoning all rational thought, you respond. “s-so do it.”

his hips stutter and he grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “what did you just say?”

your eyes widen, afraid that you’ve gone too far but his eyes are just as wild, just as desperate.

“cum inside of me, kōtarō, i want you to fill me up.” you can hardly believe the words that come out of your mouth but before you can take them back you see the glimmer in bokuto’s eyes.

he grins, “yeah baby? you want me to pump your little pussy full, is that it?”

your face burns with embarrassment but you nod anyway, figuring there’s no use denying something you both want. bokuto watches as you hook your arms under your knees, holding yourself open, perfectly poised just for him.

he loses what little control he has left, pulling out so just the tip of his cock is still inside of you before slamming his hips back, reaching down to thumb your aching clit. his thrusts soon become erratic and it’s not long after until you’re both babbling about how you’re going to cum.

“please fill me up, please-” your whines are pathetic, and you’re cut off by your third orgasm sneaking up on you, sending white hot waves of pleasure throughout your body. bokuto lets out a low groan before he bottoms out, and you feel the warmth of his cum inside of you.

“so good baby, such a good girl-” bokuto praises as you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm. he cradles your cheek with his hand and leans down to litter your face in soft kisses. he’s always cuddly and affectionate after sex, not that you’d ever complain.

“i’m here for the weekend, by the way.” he says between kisses. “and if you’re not busy i’d love to spend it with you..”

you smile softly, nodding in response. “i’d like that.”

mimi i'm 100% sure u made me into a thirsty bitch for tsumu, like i'd read the fics and they were good! but idk he just never peaked my interest outside of that but today...idk i saw a post abt baby tsumu on twitter and i immediately thought what it'd be like with me in a mating press and him just going balls deep to make tiny tsumus sjfbdbfjshs breeding kink go brrrr😳

he would fill you up so good too, he’d hold you down and make sure you can feel every inch, sinking into you slow and deep to feel just how good your soft walls hug him tight. you tremble underneath him and dig your nails into his shoulders as he bottoms out, full, massive balls resting against you. 

“that’s my girl, look at that, you took it all,” he breathes, just barely starting to thrust in and out, wanting to savour the way your cunt throbs around him when he’s fully buried inside you. “squeezing me so tight, baby,” atsumu groans, “look at me.”

your eyes flutter open to dark, honeyed eyes, lidded and searching for any signs of hesitation in your expression. “pretty.” 

atsumu starts to pull out slowly, hissing through his teeth and shuddering when he stops halfway through his movement, fingers pressing into the backs of your thighs. “relax, you’re—ahh—can barely move, shit.” 

“s-sorry, tsumu.” your apology comes out slurred as you shoot him a dazed smile. “guess you’re gonna have to stretch me out, then...”

excitement flashes through atsumu’s eyes at the challenge and he pushes your thighs back further, pulling out only to thrust back in sharply. “yeah?” you both moan on the way back in, atsumu repeating the movement over and over until you’re begging, pleading for him to just fuck you already.

“pretty girl wants to get fucked, huh? i’ll do ya one better, baby.” atsumu finds his rhythm and thrusts into you, his slightly curved cock slamming right into your g-spot with every push of his hips. “gonna breed this hungry cunt,” he pants, speeding up, “fill your little womb up with cum and make you a mommy for me, yeah? how’s that sound?”   

Hiiiii! Omg I love this blog. I have another request, I know you’ve done generic shut you up with a kiss hcs but what about real ones?? Like during an argument and they kiss you maybe a little steamy 👉👈 Can it please include Atsumu, Suna, Mattsun, Iwaizumi, Osamu/Sakusa? 💙

HAIKYUU BOYS KISSING YOU DURING AN ARGUMENT

characters — timeskip!miya atsumu, matsukawa issei, miya osamu, iwaizumi hajime, suna rintarō

a/n — warning ⚠️ suggestive and some rough making out/name calling [i use “baby girl” in mattsuns] not rly angsty even tho there’s talk of arguments! tysm for this request, i love writing steamy make outs YAY & the character flavour!!! pls enjoy <3 tysm vale @iwasumi for proof reading for me ily

☾ ATSUMU the reason youd both been arguing had been long forgotten, but you were both too stubborn to back down as you stood in front of each other, “you’re a fucking asshole atsumu.” “don’t act like yer much better prince/ss.” “oh, fuck off miya.” he chuckled dryly, his eyes darkening as he approached you slowly, your feet carrying you backwards until your back met the wall as his hand came to rest beside your head, his lips ghosting yours “that’s not ma fuckin’ name.” you would’ve whimpered if his lips didn’t smash against yours instead, his bigger body slamming you back against the wall as his hands harshly groped the flesh of your ass, feeling your knees buckle as his tongue roughly slid against yours before he sucked it into his mouth “‘ts-‘tsumu.” “hngh, fuck—there ya go baby, that’s more like it.” feeling him wrap your thighs around his waist as he groaned against you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth before he moved to suck at the sensitive flesh on your jawline, his tongue smoothing over the newly raised marks that he left behind “let me hear ya say that again, angel.”

☾ MATTSUN his brows furrowed as you stood before him, arms crossed over your chest before you rolled your eyes at the indifference on his face “you’re not listening to me issei.” his head fell back against the couch as he ran a tired hand down his face with a sigh “we’re not getting anywhere, i mean there’s no point even trying to talk to you matsukawa.” “is that right?” you rolled yours eyes before moving to leave only to feel yourself be pulled back as his figure rose from the couch, sitting back again- this time with you pressed tightly against him as his hand grabbed the back of your neck, you felt something familiar replace the anger in your stomach when you felt his mouth roughly move against yours, causing you to whimper as he swallowed each whine greedily - followed by his own deep groans, his grip tightening to push you closer before he pulled away with a smirk on his swollen lips, his hand moving to tangle in your hair to yank your head back as he placed sloppy but chaste kisses up your neck as you shuddered “come on babygirl, how about you let me make it up to you, hmm?”

☾ OSAMU you were in his office as he glared at you, your back pressed against his desk,“you need to rest samu.” “and a told ya a cant, ya agreed ta this when ya married me.” “all i want is a fucking minute of your time!” a silence fell over the room as your voice raised, your breath hitching as he walked towards you, his eyes a little darker now from what you could see under his cap but all thoughts melted when you felt his tongue forcefully slide past your lips to taste your own, your mind felt hazy- focusing on his deep groans against you before he leaned forward to swipe the work off the desk behind you, hand grabbing your thighs to lift you ontop before his own body caged you against it “s-samu—“ your words were cut off as he pulled away, his tongue replaced by his fingers as he stuffed two inside your mouth “be good and keep that pretty mouth of yers quiet angel.” you nodded as your tongue slid over his fingers, watching his swollen lips part as he groaned deeply before leaning over you once again “shit— so good, ya were fuckin’ made for me.”

☾ IWAIZUMI got jealous, he trusted you but something about the way you giggled at oikawa’s jokes really irked him today, both of you returning home as he slammed the door, finally causing you to blow “what’s your fucking problem iwa?” “don’t fucking piss me off.” “or what? gonna pout about it?” your teasing tone immediately dropped when you felt your back slam against the door behind you, his eyes darker this time as his hands wrapped tightly around your wrists, pinning them beside you as his lips moved to bite at the sensitive spot on your neck before soothing over it with his tongue “you better watch that fucking mouth doll.” your mouth opened to reply, but he knew from the look in your eyes you weren’t done as his lips latched onto yours, his tongue not giving you a chance to think never mind speak as it slid against your own, your back arching against his chest as he groaned into your mouth- pulling away to scoff as you whined at the loss, taking both your wrists into one hand in favour of roughly grabbing your jaw instead, his thumb tracing your now swollen bottom lip “you know he’ll never make you feel as fucking good as i do.”

☾ SUNA glared at you tiredly as he lay back on his forearms “do you not have anything to say rintarō?” he rolled his eyes as he scoffed “are you done?” you wanted to scream at the stoic look on his face, but before you could think you found yourself stumbling forward towards him, his slender fingers moving to the base of your neck as you fell into his lap, you could’ve whimpered at the heated look he gave you but you felt the tension in your shoulders melt when his lips moved against your own instead, groaning deeply as his tongue sloppily slid over yours at a lazy pace that always had you whimpering against him as he pulled away, admiring the hazy look in your eyes as you felt his fingers tighten around your throat “still so pretty for being such a fucking brat.” his drawled out tone and the loss of oxygen had your heart hammering at your chest as you stumbled over an apology, his lips moving to ghost over yours as you whined, his free hand moving to slap the flesh of your thigh before he smoothed over the red skin “where’s that attitude now huh?”

mmmmmhm beach sex with the hq boys 😣 i would like to see it

— contains. atsumu, osamu, sakusa & oikawa x f!reader

— warnings. public sex, exhibitionism, the word bitch is used bc it’s atsumu so yeah

— a/n. requests r closed but... hmph was feeling this bc of the at**mu picture,, not proofread bc am tired

atsumu is desperate like always, tangling the string of your bikini in a knot much to his frustration. “baby, i can’t do it!” he complains, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he glances around the almost empty beach.

there’s an elderly couple facing the sea, but it’s evening and everyone in the resort has most likely gone up for dinner. but not you, no, of course not you. because your boyfriend, so badly wants to tick off ‘fucking his girlfriend against a palm tree’ on his bucket list.

easily, you untie them and just like that atsumu switches, cock deep in your cunt and a hand braced against the tree in hopes of steadying himself and his thrusts. “that’s right, take that shit.” he groans, “little cunt is so greedy,” he mumbles, roughly groping your tit and letting out a rumbling growl in your ear. “bet my little bitch wants to get caught like this, caught with her cunt out for me.”

sunglasses low on his nose, osamu watches as you run towards him. rivulets of water running down the front of your body, it causes your body to shimmer in the sunlight like some dewy-skinned water nymph. “‘samu,” you say, nearing your boyfriend who lays back on his deckchair under an umbrella. “you not gonna get in?”

he shakes his head, sitting up and adjusting the chair until it’s upright along with him. “c’mere, baby, i gotta tell ya somethin’,” osamu tells you, patting his lap to which you take a seat in, curious to know what he’s going to say. all you get is the feeling off his cock pressed between your ass cheeks and a soft chuckle at the surprise on your face. “yer gonna help me get off, yeah? gonna let me cum inside ya pretty cunt, yeah, baby?”

kiyoomi isn’t very fond of the beach. he sticks to the deckchair, deciding to observe you from afar. he starts to worry when throughout the day, the heat only increases and you don’t seem to have enough sunscreen on. and so he calls you over, lays you down and helps you apply the lotion all over your back and thighs. “cold,” you squeak, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his hands rubbing the cream into your skin.

“i know, bear with me, love.” kiyoomi can’t help the sweet smile that creeps onto his face at the sound of your laughter. he also can’t help the temptation of slipping aside your bikini bottom and taking a good look at your glistening pussy. his breath is laboured, you’re arching your back, “can i, my love? can i touch you?” he asks in a whisper, “no one can see us over here.”

“please, yoomi,” you whine, shivering when his cold fingertips come into contact with your cunt, spreading apart your lips just to toy with your pulsing clit. the rush of being caught drives you on, causes kiyoomi to be harder and quicker and rougher.

“that was great, princess!” tōru cheers, clapping when you finally manage to hit the ball back over the net. he’s momentarily distracted by the way your tits bounce in the brand new bikini you wear, a tiny little thing which is barely holding anything in.

it’s no surprise to you, when later, as the sunsets and the once bustling beach becomes empty, he has you on your knees in the sand. tōru’s fat cock ramming into your slippery cunt, one big hand on your tit, still toying with the strap of your bikini top in fascination. “you looked so slutty i couldn’t help myself, princess. i can’t handle it when you do this to me,” tōru croons, “makes me want to fuck you in front of everyone, let everyone know who’s princess you are.”

— ᴀᴅᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.｜ᴏᴊɪʀᴏ ᴀʀᴀɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

WARNINGS: deepthroating, mentions of throat-bulging, consensual filming, facial.

W/C: .8K

SUMMARY: birthday boy in his birthday suit <3

⇦ RETURN TO ARAN WEEK MASTERLIST.

aran’s mission seems to document every glorious second he’s with you; his phone’s filled with all sorts of content; candid photos of you petting the stray cats that linger outside your apartment and embarrassing videos of you breaking down over another animated movie you’ve watched dozens of times. 

but, buried underneath the dozens of folders of photo albums, there’s a folder, titled with some mundane header, that holds the most storage on the device, where he stores his favorite clips of you. upskirt photos in skimpy floral dresses, pictures of your cleavage in low cut tops when you cross your arms just right, clips of your sloppy cunt and your stomach bulging and your eyes rolling so far back into your head your pupils disappear into your skull. 

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Omg I have a request! I just hope tumblr doesn’t eat it but I just saw a tiktok trend to see how long it takes for your boyfriend to kiss you first and I would like to see that with any of the hq boys of your choosing pls 🥺 if not that’s fine I just thought it would be funny but have a good day/night bby <3

HAIKYUU BOYS WITH TIKTOK TREND WHERE YOU SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES THEM TO KISS YOU FIRST

characters - timeskip!miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime, sakusa kiyoomi

a/n - omg the way i screamed when i seen this one AHHHH so much cute possibilities, i kept it to more quiet boys (except ‘tsumu) lmao

☾ ATSUMU you always greeted him at the door after practice, his bright grin always waiting for his welcome home kiss and hug — but when youd thought about this prank you decided you’d make him have to be the one to seek you out instead, as you chose to remain on the couch when you heard his key in the door. a pout was on his lips instantly when your figure wasn’t the first thing he seen, basically walks straight to the living room to start looking “baby? what’re ya doin’ am home.” you looked up at him and gave him a quick smile before you attention went back to the tv show you were watching, hearing him huff as he fell clumsily next to you on the couch with a sigh— he keeps glancing at you as his pout deepens with each time he’s not met with a kiss until he cracks “yer killin’ me here! ya forgot ma kisses, where are ma kisses ya know a need them to survive.” before smooshing his lips against yours, he doesn’t even care when you laugh at his whining cos he gets his kisses anyway.

☾ OSAMU you’d visited him at the restaurant during your break at work, waving to the staff as they pointed you into the direction of the kitchen where your husband was preparing some orders “samu?” “hi baby, how’s yer day goin’?” you noticed the way he seemed to lean his head towards you as you walked over, knowing he was expecting his normal greeting kiss you always gave him, so when you watched his eyebrows furrow when you ignored him you felt a little bad ngl. “ya alright?” “yeah i’m good, why?” “no reason.” he doesn’t want to seem annoying by asking so he brushes it off until he finally finishes one of the orders as he moved towards you “it’s yer favourite.” hand holding the onigiri just to snatch it away when you reach for it “oi first — ya owe me a kiss, al trade ya.” — he wins.

☾ SUNA you were both lying in bed, scrolling on your phone as you lay against his chest — you decided to do the prank before bed because you both always shared a goodnight kiss “i’m gonna go to bed rin, goodnight.” he was going to say goodnight but by the time his eyes landed on your figure youd already closed your eyes like you were a sleep. you stifle your giggle when you feel him nudge you in your sleep as he whispered “hey, are you mad?” you blinked at him before shaking your head and lying back down again, smile so desperately wanting to break through your lips when you hear him sigh before nudging you again, his lips placing a quick peck against yours this time when you look up as he giggle, rolling his eyes as he scoffs “you’re a brat, go to sleep.”

☾ IWAIZUMI despite what people thought due to his intimidating exterior, iwaizumi loved kisses. he’d returned home from work, dropping his bag at the door as he immediately went to look for you as he found you in the living room on the couch, he’s even got a little smile when he walks over to you to place his hands at each side of your body, face leaning in close to yours as he awaits a kiss but when you just look past him to continue watching tv— he blushes so bad cos he’s a little embarrassed but also, he wants his kisses! “hey! what’s up with you?” “huh? nothing haji why?” he was too embarrassed to ask so he just grumbles something under his breath and sits next to you, you notice how he seems to get closer and closer until you’re basically on his lap but he’s pouting the whole time, you end up turning when you hear him groan only for him to crash his lips onto yours before pulling away with a blush “you’re a spoiled dumbass.”

☾ SAKUSA you always gave him a good luck kiss before a game, so you were curious what his reaction would be — because he always complained about your kisses even though he leaned into them with a blush everytime. you met up before he went onto the court, telling him good luck before you went to wave him off and leave, but before you can go you feel a slight tug on the hem of your jacket as you turn around to a very blushy kiyoomi “uh— where are you going?” “to the stands.” “we’re not done yet.” he can’t even look at you but when he glances at the confused look on your face you swear he burns redder, ends up quickly pulling down his mask to place a kiss against your forehead before turning immediately to walk away, hearing you giggle behind him as he mutters a “shutup.” hoping you don’t see the red that’s spread to the tips of his ears and neck — but you do.

idk i randomly woke up thinking of this buuut do you think you can write one where the s/o is looking really good and they're about to head out for like a business meeting or hanging out with their friends. like how would the hq boys react? you can use anyone you want or are comfy with. i also hope you have a good day and make sure to drink water and get at least a little bit of sun or fresh air :)

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTIONS WHEN YOU DRESS UP TO GO OUT

characters — timeskip!miya atsumu, kuroo tetsurō, miya osamu, suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime

a/n — warning ⚠️ okay some got a lil suggestive but not too much, im sorry i’m the worst lmao. have an amazing day my love, i hope you enjoy <3 i’m kinda happy w these!

☾ ATSUMU his head shot up from where he lay on the couch once he seen you come into his view from the bedroom, eyes dragging up and down your figure as he groaned when he stood up to walk towards you, his hands immediately grabbing you as he pulled you into his chest “what’s ma baby all dressed up for hmm?” “going out ‘tsumu” he hummed as his head dipped to place gentle kisses up the expanse of your shoulder before travelling up your neck, stopping to suck a visible purple mark just below your ear before he pulled away to admire it “ya sure ya don’t wanna stay home with me?” his facade drops so quick when you playfully shove him away and tell him “no” with a giggle, slaps your ass on your way out the door though.

☾ KUROO he whistled lowly as his eyes met yours as you adjusted your clothes in the bedroom mirror, a smirk already stretching his features as he walked towards you “now, now kitten— all this for me?” you rolled your eyes at his teasing as his arms wrapped around you from behind, admiring your features in the mirror before his hand traced up your body, fingers tightening around your chin, turning your head towards him in favour of placing a gentle peck on your lips before he pulled away to admire you a little longer, silence finally broken as he drawled out his words almost seductively “are you made of Fluorine, Iodine, and Neon? because kitten, you are F-I-Ne” you both end up laughing so hard because he’s such a dork, he tells you to have a good time though, we love him.

☾ OSAMU he was in the kitchen cleaning up when you came into show him your outfit before you left, he smiles so big and immediately opens his arms to wrap them around you, giving your forehead a few kisses before he rests his lips against the skin “how do i look samu?” “ya look amazin’ angel, ya always do.” pulls away to fix any of your clothes he might’ve messed up with how tight he hugged you “ya want anything done for ya comin’ back? are ya gonna eat while yer out or a can make ya somethin’?” you just nod before he walks you to the door, giving you once last longing glance as he checks you out shamelessly “enjoy yerself alright? not too much though, al be waitin’ for ya comin’ home for that.”

☾ SUNA he was scrolling through his phone on the couch when you walked into the room, immediately locking his phone and flinging it down beside him when you walked in as he looks at you with his lips slightly upturned “do i look okay, rin?” he straightens up a little as he pats his lap, arms immediately wrapping around you as he pulls you on top of him, his hands running up the expanse of your thighs as they squeeze at the skin— his gaze never leaving yours, his words almost a raspy groan “fuck, so pretty.” one of his hands moving higher to rest on your neck as his lips slide against yours sweetly, a contrast to the hungry look in his eyes as he grins when he pulls away “send me some photos when you’re out?”

☾ IWAIZUMI you swear you heard him growl when your gaze met his, his muscled arm stretched along the back of the couch as you watch the heat creep up his neck and across his cheeks when you catch his gaze lingering on your figure. his voice comes out deep, one your used to but only in more intimate moments with him as he rises from his place to move closer to you “shit doll, look so fucking good for me.” one of his hands moving around the expanse of your hips as he grabbed a handful of your ass in his palm, lips capturing yours slowly even though his other hand tightened on your waist with more urgency, he pulls away shortly after, gazing down at you with the same blush he’d always had before he’s reaching for his keys “let me drop you off? need to make sure my princess is safe right?”

Hiiiii! Omg I love this blog. I have a request, so like how would the guys react if their S/O gives them an inappropriately passionate kiss? Like, they go for a simple goodbye peck before leaving but instead it's a super-heated french kiss (a bedroom kiss!) and then their S/O acts so nonchalant about it like they didn't just slip their bf some tongue lmao! My only preferences are for Suna, Akaashi, and/or Sakusa but you can add more! 😉

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTIONS WHEN YOU CATCH THEM OFF GUARD WITH A PASSIONATE KISS

characters — timeskip!suna rintarō, akaashi keiji, sakusa kiyoomi, miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime

a/n — warning ⚠️ suggestive I WAS SWEATING WRITING THUS OMG yuh get into it!!! yayyyyy time to write some making out mf <3

☾ SUNA you’d went to kiss him goodbye before practice, the gym hallway was fairly empty considering everyone was there already so as he leaned down to give you a quick peck, your fingers immediately tangled in his hair pulling him back against you, smirking against his mouth as you felt his breathing stutter a little, using the opportunity to push your tongue past his lips to glide against his own, before his hands gripped your waist tightly— his body moving closer to yours as you stumbled back before you felt his hand slowly trace its way up your stomach towards your neck, only choosing to pull away just as it reached your nape, you grinned as he whispered a “fuck.” under his breath, his lips swollen, hair messy and tip of his ears tinted red but as you turned with a “see you later, rin.” and a wink, you giggled as he rolls his eyes before trying to brush his hair back into place with a scoff “brat.”

☾ AKAASHI he’d grabbed you a coffee at the counter before he leaned over your body to place it down infront of you with a smile, you’d looked at him with a softer one in return “thank you keiji.” as you leaned in to give him a peck, admiring his gentle, unsuspecting expression before you crashed your lips back against his causing a surprised moan to fall from his lips but his mouth still seemed to move seamlessly against yours before he gently placed his hand on your shoulder as he pulled away, readjusting his glasses as he cleared his throat before looking around the cafe “uh, you’re welcome, love.” watching him slide into the seat opposite from you as his hand opened across the table for you to place yours on top, a smile and a small dusting of pink of his cheeks.

☾ SAKUSA he’d went to kiss you goodbye before he left for practice, his palm resting against your cheek gently as he leaned into give you a quick peck but his eyes widened almost comically when you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back, hands grabbing his curls as he whimpered into your mouth, his hand that was previously on your cheek moving to the back of your neck instead as his tongue messily slid along yours, chest pressed tightly against your body before he’s pulling away with shallow breathes as his half lidded eyes stared at yours, his cheeks flushed as he tsk’d before pulling on his mask hoping he could cover the growing redness, running a hand through his curls with a frustrated sigh “i’ll deal with you when i’m home.”

☾ ATSUMU youd walked him to the gym doors as he turned to give you a quick kiss as a goodbye that normally lingered a little longer than most, so you felt his lips stretch into a grin when you pulled him closer in favour of sliding your lips against his own, feeling your legs almost buckle as he groaned against you before pushing you against the wall in the hallway, words breathless as they’re exchanged between sloppy kisses “fuck angel, yer really pullin’ this before practice?” his hand hooking under your leg as he pulled it up around his waist, a moan coming from you as he brought his hand down on your thigh— a loud slap filling the silence as he moved to suck on your tongue with a loud groan and a raspy “so fuckin’ hot.” your hands tangling in his hair as his lips moved to your neck, sucking purple marks into the skin but you jumped when the gym doors slammed open “miya! in, now.” your eyes meeting iwaizumi’s cold glare at your boyfriend, a smirk on his now swollen lips as he left one last peck against your own “ya better watch me play extra good for ya, baby”

☾ IWAIZUMI you’d dropped him off at work, eyes trailing across his muscles as they bulged out his uniform, the colours looking amazing against his more tanned skin as he leaned over the centre console to give you a kiss goodbye. you grabbed his collar as your tongue swiped at his lower lip, a deep groan falling from his mouth as you swallowed it with your own moan— leaning over to meet him as he tried to grunt in protest but when his hands travelled to grab a handful of your ass you knew he was a goner. his free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair as he pulled at the roots, just hard enough for it not to hurt you too much as he bit at your lower lip before pulling away, his gaze dark and eyes narrowed but you only focused on the redness of his cheeks and neck, smirking at how wrecked he was over a kiss “shit, you better wait for me coming home, princess.” his deep, straight tone causing you to whimper, but you smirked watching him trip out the car before readjusting his sweats as he walked towards the gym.

LEAVING THEIR MIC AND CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O

 can you do a post where like the zoom call in which they accidentally have their camera on, they accidentally have their mic on while they’re being soft with their s/o with akaashi, suna, and daichi 🥺🥺

A/N: Thanks for requesting, I tried to do something a little different with this one. I couldn’t decide whether to make a headcanon or  an scenario. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading ♡ ♡ ♡

Pairings: Akaashi x f!Reader, Suna x f!Reader, Daichi x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

WC~1028

“I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Where are you going??”

“Tsk, you won’t die without Akaashi for ten minutes, will you?” You grin as you see Bokuto’s hair falling down when Konoha gives a sympathetic look at Akaashi.

Akaashi nods as he presses some buttons on the Keyboard before turning around, his tired look softens when he sees your figure standing in the door frame.

“Y/N” his voice ghosts as you handle him a plate with boiled rapeseed plants, which you managed to make in record time.

“It won’t be as good as the one from the store you like but…you looked really tired” his mouth curves up slightly at the sight of the food, “and I wanted to surprise you”

“You didn’t have to…”

“Just-let me take care of you for once” you huff, sitting on his lap, placing your legs sideways. Akaashi lets his head fall on the crook of your neck as his nose brushes your skin playfully, making you giggle

“Open”

Akaashi obediently follows your command as you place a bite on his mouth, making him hum in response. You smile when his arms squeeze you as he leans closer to you. “Thank you, Y/N…I lo-“

His jaw falls open. Feeling his shoulders tensing up, you cock an eyebrow at him in confusion.

“Keiji, what happened?”

“It seems… I didn’t turn the camera off”

You feel your heartbeat drop at the sight of all the third years laughing, no sound coming out until Akaashi’s hand reaches the keyboard, a scared look snaps on his face, fearing about what might come out of his laptop.

“Boohoo you lovebirds go get a room!”

“Well, they already are-”

“I want a cute girlfriend that makes food for me too!!”

“W-Wait Akaa-” You blink at how fast he closes the computer,  making his teammates disappear. You feel a giggle tickling your throat when you notice the blush on his ears.

“I’m never leaving this open again” He mumbles, hugging you tightly before reaching your hand to kiss it, “How embarrassed, I’m so sorry”

“You looked really cute all flustered like that, tho!”

“Y/N, I love you…but stop, please”

“I’m gonna take a nap, care to join me?”

Suna’s lazy gaze glimmers at your offer, making him fully turn his head at you.

“Why torturing me, like this?” he whines as he forces himself to return to his previous position, watching the screen as his captain scolded the twins ”Later, beautiful”.

Your shoulders fall disappointed at his response, rubbing your eyes, you climb on his bed, curling yourself up between the blankets.

“Knock it off you two, we are helping you study!”

Suna can’t refrain the long yawn that comes out, as he blinks a few times still looking at the screen. He turns his head to the back, catching your figure laying comfortably on his bed. The urge to lay with you becoming unbearable.

“Guys, there is…something really important I have to do”

“It’s okay, Suna, see you tomorrow morning!” He clicks carelessly the keyboard, his eyes fixed on you.

Suna moves quickly towards the bed before collapsing over you, his limbs covering your body, trapping you. His chest lays against your back as he presses one side of his face against yours, feeling the air in your lungs escaping you huff with a sideways smile.

“Rintarou…I can’t breathe”

“You’re the one who offered me this, remember?”

“I don’t remember offering me as your pillow”

“Too bad then” He removes the blankets before pulling it over the two of you, his arms lock your waist as he kiss lightly your cheek, closing his eyes when he feels the smile on your lips.

“ ‘Something important to do’, no shit, Suna!”

You snap your sleepy eyes at Atsmu’s voice, still processing the situation.

“The camera…” you whisper

“Hmmm”

“I don’t want them to see us, Rin” his eyes remain closed as you pout, frowning, you try to remove his arms.

Suna tightens his grip on your waist before flipping you to the other side, making only his back visible for the camera. His eyes open slightly, and you catch a tiny smile on his lips as he squishes your cheeks.

“Problem solved, beautiful. Can we sleep now?”

“Daichi”

He turns his attention away from his laptop, a concerned look takes over his features at the way you frown looking at his phone.

“Uhm, you’ve got a text from Suga and…the first years are fighting with the basketball team over the gym”

Daichi’s eyes go blank and you swear you saw his soul leaving for a second. He stands, taking heavy steps in your direction.

“They what?” he takes his phone from your hands, closing his eyes, he  feels irritation building up in his stomach, “They are making me crazy”

“Daichi Sawamura” his eyes open when your hands cup his cheeks, “I’m the only one supposed to do that” Daichi’s cheeks flush, letting out an airy laugh at the pout on you face.

“Don’t be jealous, princess” Daichi pockets his phone before placing his hands on your hips, you giggle as he pinches your sides softly. The irritation fades away when he feels your hands tracing the muscles of his back. He stares at your lips before leaning in, giving you a soft kiss.

A whistle makes the two of you break their contact abruptly. You see Daichi’s soul for the second time in the day, as he turns to the computer to see a mix of blushed and embarrassed faces.

“Sawamura! We can see you!” Michimiya screams with her face covered by her hands, you feel your cheeks heating up as you move away from Daichi, “I’ve been trying to tell you that for the last five minutes”

“Sorry!” Daichi yells as he bows at the screen, you copy him, bowing too. You share a brief look before looking away shyly, fighting the blush that was taking over your cheeks, you bow at him and then at the screen again before rushing away.

“How didn’t you hear us, Sawamura?”

Daichi sighs ,defeated. He looks at the human-shaped blanket on the couch, feeling his lips curving up instinctively as he pictures the blushed face you are desperately trying to hide under the covers.

“I was…really distracted, sorry again!”

Sorry for taking so long, but I have a pretty important oral exam this week and I’ve been feeling kind of insecure with…well everything I do HAHAHAAH 

Please reblog if you like it!

Thanks for reading! ♡

↳ ∴ Master List ∴ | PART II

hi! can i request Headcons about kita and osamu with their s/o in online class or google meet and forget to turn off the camera stuff. i like how you've done for suna, daichi and akaashi hehehe your hc is cute and i love it! 🥺❤️

LEAVING THEIR CAMERA ON WHILE BEING SOFT WITH THEIR S/O PART II 

⇢ includes: osamu , kita , iwaizumi | PART I

⇢ genre// cw: fluff , f!reader // suggestive, iwa bites you 

⇢ wc~ 1K

a/n: please yess i loved this prompt sorry for taking so long i just idek why i left this on my drafts for so long SORRY nonnie !!

reblogs are highly appreciated <3 

“hun-gry”

Osamu’s eyes drift from the laptop on the counter to you, softening when you loudly yawn entering the kitchen, he must admit that seeing you decked into one of his grey sweaters is making his heart beat a little faster than before.

“good morning to you too” he says between a deep chuckle as he presses a button on his earbuds. “Nice to see that you slept so well”

Your eyes adapt to the light and notice Osamu sitting in front of the screen, his notebook resting beneath his hands. You tilt your head, sleepiness still fogging your mind as you move behind him.

“I’m hungry ‘Samu” your head falls on top of his muscular shoulder and your arms wrap his torso

Osamu, quickly taps the button that deactivates the camera, or at least he thinks he did, before looking over his shoulder with half lidded eyes.

“You’re always hungry Y/N”

“You’re always hungry too!!

He shakes his head, stopping a small giggle to come out of his lips as you nuzzle your nose against his neck, leaving soft kisses and mumbling “cook me something” in the process. Osamu closes his eyes, enjoying your caresses before turning to face you.

“I didn’t know I had such a whiny baby as girlfriend” he lays his pen on top of his notebook before cupping your cheek with his big palm, “What am I going to do with ya?”

You pout at his mocking tone and Osamu sees the opportunity to kiss your lips, drawing a little moan out of you. Your eyes flutter closed as you hug him tighter, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours.

“Miya-kun! You are still part of this class!!” a female voice rings in Osamu’s ears making him stiffen, you, on the other hand, are brushing your lips on the sensitive skin of his neck searching for his mouth again, causing the spiker to blush violently as he apologizes. He looks at you with pleading eyes, using all his willpower to hold back the urge to kiss you.

“babes-please, stop.”

“Shin, can you help me with this real quick?”

Kita sees you from the corner of his eyes, standing on the entrance of his room, holding your math notebook and tapping your feet, waiting for an answer. He activates his microphone not facing you yet, addressing his classmates with a  stoic tone.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna leave for a bit” he explains to his group before deactivating his camera and mic to take off his earbuds, leaving them on top of the desk. Kita’s face softens as his eyes squint a bit to give you a tender smile, patting his lap for you to use as a seat. “Come, angel”

You eagerly move your feet in his direction before plopping your weight on his thighs, sitting horizontally. One of his palms caresses your back while the other rests on your legs.

“What is it, darling?” he whispers, leaning to pepper your cheek, making a bubbly laugh burst out of your throat.

“I-help me with math please, I don’t understand this right here” you whine, pointing with your pen at the equation on your notebook, an angry frown settling on your face as you reread the problem out loud.

“Poor baby, of course I’ll help ya”, Kita smiles before his nose tickles your neck and plants a little kiss over the exposed skin. “Okay, this goes like this-“

“Kita! Your camera is still on!” Aran’s yell coming from the earbuds is loud enough for you both to hear it, your face starting to burn as you look directly at the camera, finding the ace covering his eyes.

But Kita is calm, he gives a shy smile at the screen before plugging his earbuds back, squeezing softly your thigh in an attempt to relax you.

“Thank you Aran, I apologize for the scene but… I couldn’t help it” his cheeks redden a bit as you hide your face in your palms, muffling an apology before trying to stand up. Kita’s quickly grip your thigh stopping you for moving off his lap.

“I haven’t explained ya the exercise yet”

“Are you still in class?”

“I have a little break, need something?”

You look at your boyfriend from your chair, giving a worried look that makes his thick, brown eyebrows to furrow together before he huffs. He looks away, hiding the red flush that started creeping on his face.

“No.”, You notice by the way he’s standing there, shifting his weight from left to right and hiding his hands in his pockets that he’s lying so, you lean back, offering a teasing smile.

“Oh! In that case I better do some work”, you drift your attention back to your laptop but your chair turns to the side, finding Iwaizumi’s greyish eyes staring deeply at you as his hands grip firmly the arms of your chair, caging you in your seat. “What is it Haji?”

“Want you” two simple words that make your heart flutter. One of his palms moves behind your neck to secure his hold on you as his lips crash against yours in a passionate kiss.

There room is silent except for the sounds of your wet and sloppy kisses.

“Iwa-chan!!” your boyfriend’s eyes snap open, and he freezes, lips still latched at yours, as the voice of seijoh’s captain bounce against the walls, “you are gonna hurt her lips if you keep biting like a rabid dog! ”

Iwaizumi grunts, shooting daggers to the setter across the screen, and you swear he’s about to smash your laptop with his own hands.

“What the fuck?!”

“If you need advice I-“

You quickly hold onto his arm, dragging him towards you to place a chaste kiss on his cheeks, giggling at the whole situation as your free hand closes the laptop, leaving Oikawa talking to himself.

Iwaizumi huffs and curses, wearing blushy cheeks, pressing  his forehead against yours. He stares at your red, swollen lips before tracing them carefully with his calloused fingers, worried.

“Was he right? Did I hurt you? Shit. Gonna be gentler next time, princess”

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post-game | miya atsumu

pairing: atsumu x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, pwp, unprotected sex, sex in a locker room, dirty talk, creampie 

word count: 362

author’s note: based on the ask: daily Astumu milking (◡‿◡✿) 

“someone could walk in on us any minute now… you’d like that though, wouldn’t you?” impatient as ever, he starts bouncing you, all the way up and all the way down, easily guiding your movements as the squelch of your pussy fills the locker room.

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at your service | miya atsumu

pairing: atsumu x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, pwp, reader in a maid outfit, maid roleplay, spanking, exhibitionism, power dynamics, praise, degradation, humiliation, a sprinkle of misogyny, fingering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, a looot of dirty talk, reader calls atsumu sir, squirting, cumplay 

word count: 1086

author’s note: i think atsumu is into maid girls ♪(´▽｀)

You know you’re fully exposed, humiliated by the thought of your neighbours seeing the blissed-out expression on your face—your bare breasts pressed up against the glass with every shallow thrust. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but it only adds to the wetness dripping down Atsumu’s length.

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daddy’s fingers | suna rintaro

pairing: suna rintaro x reader

warnings: 18+ smut, heavy ddlg, praise, degradation, fingering

wc: 662

a/n: can u tell i’m having a daddy kink phase again lmao

“Don’t you dare look away. I want to see every reaction painted on your pretty little face while I fuck you. Now what do we say to Daddy?”

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happy birthday, daddy.

there’s only one thing rintarō wants for his birthday.

content warning: 18+ content including daddy kink, praise, crying, mention of babies, dubcon, fear, womb fucking highly unrealistic, dumbification/incoherence, breeding.

“You’re doing so good for me, babygirl.”

Rintarō grunts. He’s unable to look away from your messy cunt, always finding himself utterly amazed by how well it takes every inch of his fat cock. Your velvety walls hug him so nicely. It makes his head spin. It makes him want to rut against you until you’re so full of him and his cum that you can’t think straight. Which happens often, anyway.

You look so precious holding your legs open for him, with your fingers grabbing at and twitching against the flesh of your thighs. Your face is wet with tears, glistening in the low light of your bedroom. It looks like you have tiny, gleaming stars in your eyes and clinging to your silky lashes.

This is how Rintarō always wants to remember you.

He ducks his head down, and you nearly whine because you can’t stare up at his pretty features anymore. The feeling of his lips brushing over your dewy skin distracts you. Your mind goes fuzzy when they wrap over one of your perky nipples, engulfing the sensitive nub in wet heat that makes your back arch into him further, and a desperate mewl escape from your chest.

“Daddys good girl,” he murmurs, teeth grazing over your supple breast. “You’re gonna give me some pretty babies for my birthday, yeah?”

Rapidly, you nod. Words and drool falling from your lips, “All the babies you want, daddy.”

At that, the push and pull of his hips becomes more aggressive. You whimper— your hands scramble and push at his toned lower stomach, wordlessly begging him to slow down. But you promised him. You told him he could fuck you just like this, you can’t stop him now. Even if your little cunny is aching.

So his hands replace yours and fold you in half further. A growl meets your ears while your head thrashes against your pillow in a frenzy.

He feels deep. Deeper than he’s ever been before and you both realize that. Your whole body freezes, but you paw at Rins biceps. You dig your nails into his skin, fearful that he’s splitting you in half on his cock for real this time. Yet all you can do is squeal and let him use your twitching body as he pleases.

“Fuck— that’s it.” There’s a triumphant lilt to his voice. He still sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth when he feels your cervix hug the head of his cock and threaten to suck him right in.

Lucidity escapes you entirely, slipping through your fingers before you can fully acknowledge what’s happening. All you can see is the lazy grin that tugs at Rintarōs lips through blurry, tearful vision.

going live. ✕ sakusa kiyoomi.

now that you’re both home from college and under the same roof, it’s hard to keep to yourselves. which is precisely how you end up quite literally stumbling upon one of your stepbrothers most well-hidden secrets.

an authors note: big, big thank you to real life angel @shinsurou for beta reading this for me— enjoy!

content warning: 18+ taboo content including stepbro!omi, camboy!omi, pseudo/step incest, use of nii-san, a little voyeursim, blackmail attempt, choking, manhandling, live sex/sex on camera, mean!omi, face fucking, dash of size kink, crying, humiliation, condescension, creampie.

“Omi…” You call out, practically skipping down the hall towards his room, “Nii-san?”

The two of you are used to being left alone. Between the busy work schedule your parents have and the fancy dinners, galas, or whatever they’re often obligated to attend, you’re stuck with one another. It’s always been like that. So trips home between semesters are never anything extraordinary.

You’re bored. When boredom calls, it’s time to lift the veil and force yourself to interact with your stepbrother. It’s just— now you wish you hadn’t.

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streets

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x reader

genre: smut

warnings: 18+ nsfw, mentions of alcohol consumption, oral (male receiving), choking, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight size kink, slight praise kink

summary: you give your boyfriend top at the red light

you sigh as you climb into the passenger seat of the car, your body feeling heavy because of how tired you were. as you settle into the seat you hear the door of the driver’s side opening. your head lolling to the side, you see your boyfriend. you catch iwaizumi’s eyes and with a small smile he leans forward pecking your lips.

after pulling back, he begins to put his seat belt on and breaks the comfortable silence, “i hope tonight wasn’t too much. i know you don’t really like parties.”

oikawa had thrown a little new year’s kickback as a celebration of not only the new year but him finally being back in japan. he had invited a majority of the seijoh boys and of course iwaizumi. being oikawa’s closest friend, iwaizumi knew he had to show up or else oikawa would whine about it for the months to come. truth be told, hajime was looking forward to spending his new year with you cuddled on the couch while some random countdown special played in the background. clearly that wasn’t the case. the both of you had went and hajime had made it known that he didn’t feel like drinking tonight but he had no issue if you wanted to. you had decided not to drink too much because you didn’t want your boyfriend to ring in the new year by holding your hair up while you threw your guts up in the toilet. although, you knew that if that were to happen he would have no problem with it. a couple beers and a shot or two later, you and hajime decided to take your leave early in hopes that you two could make it home before the clock hit 12:00.

leaning your head back against the headrest you close your eyes and smile, “no, it’s okay. i had a lot of fun. nothing beats seeing makki and mattsun doing drunk karaoke.”

hajime begins to reverse the car, placing his hand on the back of your headrest as he looks back. he shakes his head, “yeah but hearing that shit is awful, i almost went deaf.”

he looks at you briefly before directing his attention to the road in front of him, “are you okay though? you need me to pick up anything?”

you were always able to handle your liquor fairly well so you don’t feel anything more than a slight buzz. you open your eyes to look at your boyfriend, slight smile still on your face, “i’m okay, just wanna be home.”

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“give me another one, angel,” meian grunts out, gripping your waist with all the strength in his fingers as he rears his hips back and impales you with his thick cock. the sheets underneath you are wet and uncomfortable, evidence of the last two orgasms he ripped out of you. “i know you’re so close, i can feel you – nnhhh, shit –”

your hands move to cover your face out of pure humiliation, but meian won’t have any of that. the msby captain grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one of his as he leans over your smaller figure and fucks you faster. 

and it’s deeper, god, it’s so deep, you can feel him in places you’d never been able to reach with your fingers and your head starts to feel hazy again. 

“what do we say?” meian’s eyes are trained on your spit-slicked lips and your bleary eyes, the way you can barely keep them open spurs him on more. he needs you completely fucked out for him.  

“thank you daddy,” you moan. you don’t intend for it to come out so desperate and drawn out, but the deep, fast thrusts are bringing you closer and closer – and quick. 

“gonna count to 5, angel. when i get there,” he groans, “you’re going to cum all over this cock.” you nod, nearly incoherent.

“5… 4… 3…” oh no. oh fuck. 

it’s completely involuntary, and it happens before you can stop it. your body convulses underneath his, hips bucking up and moaning as you squirt on him and the messy sheets. you want so badly to grab onto something, his shoulders, the pillow, anything, but your wrists are still pinned over your head.

he shakes his head in disappointment, but doesn’t still his movements, still adamant on fucking you until you forget your own name. “guess we’ll have to start over, angel. daddy’s going to keep fucking you until you learn how to be a good girl and control yourself.”

It’s New Year’s Eve in the Team Japan house and while everyone else is in the living room partying and anticipating the stroke of midnight, you’re in Suna’s bedroom, writhing under the weight of his body, trembling and whining through your orgasm—was it the third? Fourth? You’ve completely lost count at this point.

“One more, sweetheart.” Suna glances at the clock on his nightstand. 11:59 PM. Perfect. He thrusts into you, fast and unrelenting, putting all his strength into making your walls clench around him.    

Over the sound of your heart pounding and the involuntary noises falling from your lips, you can hear his teammates chattering and yelling loudly over the tv playing in the background. 

“When it hits midnight—nghhh, fuck—you’re gonna cum for me, got it?” 

“G-got it.” As if on cue, the men start screaming the countdown to the new year, and unbeknownst to them, the countdown to your first orgasm of 2021. 

“5!”—Suna fucks into you, impossibly deeper, hammering away at the spot that’s made you gush all over his cock all night.

“4!”—”You love this big fat cock, don’t you?” 

“3!”—You whine and grind up against Suna, you’re so close, so greedy for another release.  “You love getting stuffed full like this, look at this greedy little pussy sucking me in.”

“2!”—He grunts and clenches his teeth, he’s close. ”Fuck, it’s so tight, you can do it, baby, that’s it, just like that, just like that.”

“1!”—“Now. Cum.” Loud yelling and the sounds of party horns blare loudly, masking the sound of your screams as you come undone underneath Suna, creaming around his cock and shaking as he groans and milks his cock inside you.  

With a satisfied sigh, Suna leans over, sweaty and panting, and presses a gentle kiss to your head.

”Happy new year, sweetheart.”

we need to talk about the way atsumu teases you over facetime when he’s away at an important game. 

you’re surprised to see him in a hotel bed, looking up at the camera with half-lidded eyes and a smirk. “hi, sweetheart.”

“’tsumu!!” you beam at him, waving into the camera. he looks… tired?

he exhales heavily and his eyes shut briefly at the sound of your voice. it takes a second for you to realize, cocking your head to the side and focusing on the sight of him before it dawns on you.

“a-atsumu… are you…?” you purposely trail off, eyes widening as the question spurs him on, groaning. you can see his shoulder moving, the trajectory of the repetitive movements making it very clear. he is. 

“yeah, baby, i sure am,” he confirms, panting, tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “was thinking of you and – nggghh… had to see your pretty face to get off.”

he’s still in his uniform and you can see how sweaty he is from his game. “we won so – fuck – i wanted to see my little girl.” he continues pumping his cock, looking into your lust-blown eyes, his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth as he grazes over his sensitive head.

“you wanna see daddy’s cock? yeah, you miss it already, don’t you?”

part 2 

❝ The lights are on, there’s no one here. Puffing with the dragons, I’m livin’ for the thrill, formula. ❞

— Formula, Labrinth

KINKTOBER 14: kita shinsuke — quickie.

notes: 18+, nsfw, aged up, established relationship

wc: 1121

“How’s your grandmother, Kita?” Your mother smiled, her eyes twinkling at the sight of your boyfriend beside you. The look that your parents gives him has never failed to make your heart flutter. They do love him for you.

Kita settled his utensils on his plate. He dabbed the sides of his mouth with a tissue before answering politely. “She’s been well, Mrs. Y/M/N. However, her doctor advised us to keep her confined in her room for a while, so she could regain her strength.”

“Oh, is that so?” Your mother frowned. “The next time you visit, please don’t forget to bring her. I have so many things to ask your grandma.”

Kita chuckled, soft and virile. “I will.”

The dinner went on with your parents asking Kita about anything under the sun. They sure like to hear his voice. You couldn’t blame them, though. Kita knows how to speak to elders, given that he’s been taken care of by his grandmother ever since he was a kid. His politeness just comes out naturally— an attitude you always take pride in whenever you tell stories about him to your relatives and friends.

“So, how’s your relationship with our daughter going so far, Kita?” This time, it’s your father who spoke.

You tensed on your seat as Kita placed his palm on your inner thighs, a little bit higher than he’d normally go to whenever you eat dinner with your parents. By the action, you look at him, widening your eyes as a warning. Kita gave you a sideway glance, a ghost of a smirk adorning his pretty lips.

“We’ve been well, Mr. Y/F/N. She’s been lovely since day one,” he said, squeezing the skin of your inner thigh. You suddenly looked down to bite your lower lip. He knew too well how touching that part of your body would make you feel. What is he planning to do?

Your father hummed in approval. “Is that true, Y/N?”

Snapping your head towards your father, you sucked in a breath inconspicuously. “Y… yes.”

Across from you, your mother clapped her hands together. “Aren’t they lovely?” she cooed. “Brings me back to the time your father was still head-over-heels with me.”

Your father chuckled and leaned closer to her. “I still am, love.” They giggled and chuckled.

“Kita, have you tasted the salad—” You came in a halt as he leaned closer. His breath fanning your ear, tickling you. The feeling left electric shocks down your stomach.

“You looked good in that dress,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to fuck you in it.” Then his hands traveled up to your clothed cunt. Kita brushed his pinky against the soft material, earning a small gasp from you. You couldn’t help but squirm, therefore locking his hand in your inner thighs. However, Kita yanked your leg open as he continued to rub your clothed pussy.

“Oh, darling, we’ve totally forgotten about our visitor,” your mother suddenly gasped, making you jolt in your seat. Kita pulled his hand away, once again flashing your mother his infamous well-mannered smile.

“It’s alright, Mrs. Y/M/N. I don’t really mind.”

“You’re always so sweet, Kita,” your mother fawned. “Now, why don’t you show him around, Y/N?”

“Alright, what was that?” Upon closing your bedroom door, you sauntered up to Kita with the question leaving your mouth.

Your boyfriend smiled before pulling you towards him. Kita cupped your cheeks as he stared at your eyes. “Damn,” he cursed. The word made your stomach tingle. Cursing isn’t one of his characteristics. He only does that whenever he’s agitated… or whenever he’s going deeper inside you. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“You know, we can’t. They’re downstairs,” you teased him, brushing your nose with his.

In one fluid motion, Kita turned you around so your back was pressed against his chests. He placed a firm grip on your waists as he pushed his clothed bulge into your ass. “We don’t have to be loud, though.” His hands traveled to your thighs, and up to your waistband. “We’ll be quick,” he says as he pulls your panties down. Your cheeks automatically heated up by the feel of air against your wet cunt.

“Kita,” you breathed, anticipation high up on the roof. You could feel your cunt throbbing in utter lewdness. And having Kita’s dick buried in you would make it shut up. “Fuck,” muttered you as he slid his cock inside your wetness.

Kita reclined his forehead on your shoulder blades as he picked up his pace. “You’re so wet.” The slicky sounds of your pussy being penetrated by his hard member resonated through the room. You had to brace yourself behind the door as he plunges into you deeper.

“Kita— ah!” you squealed as Kita reached for you clit from behind. He started to rub your bud as he fucks you from behind. “Ah, slower!”

He panted, grip on your waists tightening. “I can’t. You know I can’t.”

“But…” you exhaled, “If you— ah— continue like that, I won’t— ah— contain myself!” Your cheek was pressed against the door, your back bending to give Kita the opening he wants so bad. He was pounding into you now. The slap of skin to skin audible in the four corners of your room. “Kita!”

“Yes,” he whispered as he leaned closer, “Louder. Let your parents hear how dirty you are for me.” His rubbing turned harsh and his pace didn’t slow down. At this rate, you would have a hard time containing your moans. And the crudeness really didn’t help.

“I— I’m coming—” you choked, feeling the orgasm building up to your abdomen.

“How would they—” Kita puffed out breath, “react, if they caught you drooling while I fuck you?”

“Please, Kita!” you cried. He was stretching you even more. His dick solidly pumping in and out of you. Kita put a finger inside your mouth, you drooled as you have no more control over it.

“I’m gonna cum so hard,” Kita breathed with a chuckle. “Your pussy’s squeezing me, babe.”

“Oh, oh, oh,” you exhaled as the orgasm washed through you. Your legs trembled by the feeling. Hand shooting up to your mouth to contain the sounds you were making.

Kita pressed you further to the door before he stilled, your name leaving his mouth in a hiss. “Fuck, your cunt couldn’t even take it all.” You realized his statement as you felt hot liquid pouring down legs. You shuddered as Kita pulled out, the emptiness inside you wrapping you up like a blanket.

He left kisses along your shoulder and up to your cheek as he combed your hair with his fingers. “Let’s go back?”

taglist: @dearsakusa @tanakipple @uneffervesscent @atsunakaashi @galagcica @urbasicaveragegirl @momoinot @tsumshoe @legendaryoikawa @sarcastickaigan @simplesammyx

WELCOME HOME (Miya Atsumu x Reader)

WARNINGS: Yandere, stepc*st/inc*st, praise kink, degradation, manipulation, possessiveness, jealousy, themes of blackmail, noncon/dubcon, somnophilia, spanking, unprotected, rough, spitting, oral (m receiving), stockholm syndrome, abuse, mentions of gunplay

Summary: You travel across the country for a conference and stay with your loving nii-chan. 

A/N: Read the warnings first! Dark content ahead :) Hope you enjoy my first server collab contribution! This is a part of the Haikyuu Headquarters NSFW Collab! Thank you to @wufxn​ and @hqbbg​ for all of your help and late nights! Tsumu-nii’s aesthetic is based on this.

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— peep show | m.

pairing : hanamaki/reader

wordcount : 2.395

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : established relationship

tags : voyeurism, reading doesn’t know she’s being watched but makki does????, oc roommate, daddy kink, squirting, riding, fingering, soft!makki, praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation,

note : ive had this idea rattling around in my brain for ages. it’s got lit the BARE MINIMUM of plot it’s lit just pwp tbh so ENJOY

+ summary : makki overhears his roommate talking trash about how he can’t pleasure you, his girlfriend. so he puts on a little show to prove just how well he can treat you.

It started out with mumbled whispers in the spare bedroom. Makki was passing by, water bottle in hand as he made his way back to his own bedroom. 

The voice was familiar – the masculine tone of his roommate, Kensuke. If he had to guess he was on discord, chatting with some gaming buddies as usual. He was a nice enough guy, did what he was supposed to do in terms of pay rent and bills – that’s all Makki could really ask for. They had become roommates when Makki put out an ad and the rest was history. They were, by no means, friends and to be quite frank, they both liked it that way. 

And Makki wasn’t usually in the habit of eavesdropping but when he heard your name muffled through the wood, he paused. 

Pressing his ear against the door, he closed his eyes to block out all other external stimuli – focusing on the words being spoken by his roommate. 

“Yeah dude, Hanamaki’s girlfriend,” he muttered, “She’s a total babe, I don’t know how he managed to get her. She’s way out his league,” he was quite for a second before laughing, “Nah, she prances around in these little lounge shorts that just make her ass look great, trust me, it’s a sight.”

Makki rolled his eyes. Of course it would be that. He wasn’t insecure or worried about his roommates apparent attraction to you, no, he was pretty used to it. He knew you were pretty and, to be quite frank, it boosted his ego to hear how other men lost themselves over you. But Kensuke’s next words truly irked him and had him storming back to his bedroom with his jaw set in irritation.

“I can hear them bangin’ sometimes – like the bed moving and shit but she never makes any noise so he’s probably not even that good,” Kensuke laughs, “Anyone with eyes can see she’s too good for him – he can’t even get her to moan in bed, I feel kinda bad for him…poor guy. Anyway, let’s get this game goin’!”

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being sakusa’s sweet, innocent leetle housewife, maybe you’re a bit younger than him too, to the point where the media points out the age diff 🥺 he loves how doting you are, always there to welcome him home with a hot meal and a clean house. all you know is taking care of omi, cleaning for omi, dressing up for omi 💘💘 but the people on the media are harsh and you’re nothing but a gold diggin whore!!! you bawl ur lil eyes out & sakusa decides to return the favor & take care of you! by stuffing u full and overstimming u until the only reason ur crying bc all this sensory overload 💘 maybe this will be the time he can finally fuck a baby in u too, u deserve a nice reward for being so good to him!

this is so cute 🥺🥺🥺🥺 omi be my hubby hours

nsfwish, fem reader, breeding

lately, he’s been coming back to sights like this.

you sniffling in bed, wrapped up in blankets as you scroll through your phone. he can’t help but sigh as he puts his gym bag down. “what is it?”

“it’s all these people, omi...” you put your phone down, tears in your eyes. “they all think i’m just a gold digging wh- whore...”

would a gold digging whore stutter the word?

“oh, baby...” he sits down next to you. “they don’t know anything about us, and you know that. don’t listen to them.”

“i know, omi...” you wipe at your eyes. “i know you must be getting tired from me crying about this all the time. it just really hurts my feelings.”

he clicks his tongue and brings you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “you shouldn’t let it get to you. you’re perfect.”

“i’m--”

his lips trail down, until he’s peppering kisses on your face. you giggle a bit.

“listen, you’re the perfect wife.” he places a kiss under your jaw. “you always take care of the house, of me... always look so pretty in your dresses...”

“that you buy for me...”

“it’s just because i like how they look on you.” he trails his lips down your arm, ending with a kiss on your hand. “but i’ll be honest, i think what’s underneath the dress it a lot prettier.”

“omi...” you gasp as he pulls at the shirt you’re wearing (which is his). 

“you do so much for me...” he pulls it up to reveal your chest. “i want to give you what you want most of all... i know you must be lonely in this house when i’m gone... i think you need a baby.”

“a baby?” you smile.

“mhm...” he wipes the stray tears off your cheeks. “i think you’d make a good mom.”

“oh, omi...”

he kisses you, pushing you back on the bed so he can fit between your legs which you so easily spread for him. 

“if a baby’s what you want...” he grunts as he grinds his hips down. “then that’s what i’ll give you.”

“oh, thank you omi, thank you. i want your baby, omi.”

you always know how to make him happy.

꧁✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓮 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂

꧁✬◦°⋆⋆°◦. 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓶𝓪 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 ◦°⋆⋆°◦✬꧂

A/N: I got sick, sorry these are all gonna be so late.

At the team's holiday party, you and your boyfriend do your best to avoid his best friend, who seems way too determined to get you two trapped under the mistletoe for you first kiss.

This wasn't the first time you and Kenma had been invited somewhere as a couple, yet from the way his team fawned over the two of you, you'd have thought it was.

It wasn't always bad, sometimes it was sweet; Yaku teased the two of you sure, but he noticed whenever you or your boyfriend were uncomfortable and backed off, Kai simply made sweet remarks about how you two complimented each other well, short phrases that had both you and Kenma beat red.

Kuroo, to no ones surprise, was the worst.

When you two first told him you were dating he thought it was some type of prank; you and Kenma had been pining over each other to him for so long he had grown hopeless. Turns out, late-night video game sessions can do a lot of good.

That being said, this was you first holiday party as a couple, and for almost 90% of the time thus far you two were avoiding said team captain.

It wasn't a big "high school party", there was no spiked eggnog or blasting music. Yamamoto tried and got told off rather humorously. There was food, drinks, some weird American Christmas music Kuroo found, ugly sweaters, and presents.

And mistletoe.

"I can't believe him," Kenma looked like he was trying to burrow himself deeper into his sweater, one you had picked out for him, knowing if you didn't, Kuroo would, and that would have been worse.

You shrugged, taking a sip of your eggnog before making a face; it may not be alcoholic but it wasn't great, "Really? This seems exactly like something he would have done."

Kenma paused, before letting out a rather loud sigh, leaning so he was against your shoulder, curling so his body was angled towards you, "It is. That makes it worse. I should have known he'd do this."

You smiled down at him, though he couldn't see you, "He kept us too busy with party favors to even think about his meddling."

"Stupid ploy of his," Your boyfriend muttered, glaring at the wall in front of him.

"Maybe we can turn the tables? Trap him under some mistletoe with someone else. I'm sure if you called Bokuto he'd come over."

Kenma shook his head, "One, I don't need to deal with Kuroo and Bokuto, secondly, Kuroo would think it was funny and it wouldn't work the way you're thinking."

Sighing, you tilted so your head was rested against his, "Damn."

You could feel him nod, "Damn is right."

The music could be heard through the walls, and you only felt a little bad that you and Kenma were hiding in Kuroo's mom's office. You both knew it was only a matter of time before he came searching there for you, but you'd be ready to either shove him out or book it.

"Maybe we can trick Yaku and Lev under the mistletoe," He suggested quietly, "Cause a distraction so big Kuroo forgets about us."

You hummed, "That works until demon-upperclassmen-Yaku torments you at practice."

He groaned, "Might be worth it."

You laughed quietly, setting your cup down, "You know," You started before you could second guess yourself, feeling the familiar flutter of nerves in your stomach, "If it were more private I wouldn't mind kissing you under mistletoe."

You felt him stiffen against you, and for a moment you screamed at yourself mentally, but he relaxed a second later, a quiet huff of laugh coming from him.

"Yeah," He reached across to take one of your hands into his, "Me too. He's only doing this cause... well," He cut himself off, and curiosity got the best of you when he didn't finish his thought.

You pulled away some, looking at him, your hands still connected, "Well what?"

His cheeks were pink, and he was doing his best to avoid eye contact, "I had... mentioned wanting to kiss you. Maybe. But not knowing when. He joked about mistletoe at the party. But I forgot until we showed up."

You think almost everyone was caught by surprise at the sheer amount of mistletoe hanging from doorways.

You waited, giving him time to feel comfortable looking towards you, a small smile on your face, "You know... you could have asked me?" Your voice was soft, teasing, "Considering I'm your girlfriend, not Kuroo."

He huffed, half-annoyed, half-laughing.

"I'm serious, just ask me if I want to kiss you. No mistletoe necessary."

It took a second for him to fully process what you said, and his eyes widened a fraction. He visibly swallowed, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.

"Will... can I kiss you?"

The simple question, even if you were expecting it, had butterflies explode in your stomach, your heart fluttering in your chest. Your palms felt embarrassingly sweaty.

"Yes."

You'd, embarrassingly, imagined what your first kiss would be like when you were younger. Entering your teens, it seemed like the biggest deal in the world. You'd have this prince charming of a boyfriend, someone boisterous who took you on spontaneous dates, someone who dipped you under the stars for your first kiss.

No part of you had imagined having your first kiss, hiding away in your friend's mom's office to avoid public humiliation at his goading.

No part of you imagined how it actually felt. All those dreams felt so silly now.

Kenma's lips were warm against yours, your hands still holding one another's. The kiss didn't go any further than this, and it only lasted but a few seconds, but it was enough.

He pulled back first, cheeks far more red than they had been when he asked, and you were sure yours were no better. Despite the anxiety that had been clear on his face, he was smiling, something so soft it made all those nerves disappear as if they'd never been there before.

"Think that was better without the mistletoe," You murmured, and he nodded in agreement.

It was quiet between the two of you for a moment, before--

"There you two are!" Kuroo was standing in the doorway, looking a bit frazzled.

You and Kenma didn't have time to react, but it seemed like Kuroo was too focused on something else to even notice.

"I'm hiding with you, I got Yaku and Lev under the mistletoe and I think--"

"Kuroo Tetsurou!"

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆𝕲𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖇𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆𝕭𝖔𝖐𝖚𝖙𝖔 𝖝 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

The kitchen was warm, the scent of cinnamon and sugar strong, a welcoming scent. The lights on the tree flickered, colors dancing against the ornaments. The world outside was cold, snow slowly beginning to fall, a barely there dusting coated the ground. Inside was warm, yet far less quiet than outside. Bokuto was knee-deep in a gingerbread house mess, his half empty wine glass abandoned on the kitchen counter. Candy wrappers littered the floor around where he stood. Your fiance had a childlike smile on his face, tongue poking out from between his lips as he concentrated. Both of you had flushed cheeks, the bottle of wine you had opened for dinner was empty now, and you two were enjoying the free time the holiday season gave you.

He decided this freedom meant you two should build a gingerbread house— though you’d say his energy had shifted as the building went on.

You watch him, giggling as he held the piping bag awkwardly, not used to having to hold something so precariously. The frosting application was anything but neat; messy but screaming enthusiasm. 

The walls of the house were all tilted at different angles, some candy scattered around the house, around the floor, everywhere truly. 

“Ko,” You called out, hiding your smile behind your wine glass, “You may be overdoing it with the frosting.”

He looked over at you, grinning, “I’m just testing it out,” He squinted down at the walls, the frosting nearly dripping from how much he was using, “Want to make sure everything sticks. This is a very delicate process, you know.”

You crossed your arms, leaning your hip against the counter, “Delicate, huh?”

He nodded, poking softly at one of the walls to adjust it, and you both watched as it grew more lopsided. He pulled his hands away before the whole thing collapsed. 

“It’s modern.” He said, voice completely serious as he stared down at the sweets.

You started laughing, leaning against him, moving to wipe off the frosting that was leftover on his cheek, “Modern?”

“Yeah, modern houses have like… weird shaped walls, and windows.”

He turned to you, eyes bright, cheeks red as he smiled, proud of the house he had quite literally thrown together. 

“I don’t think modern houses look like they’ll collapse if you breath too hard near them.”

He laughed, full bodied chuckles leaving his mouth, unbothered by the truth behind your statement, “It’s supposed to look like that, that’s true modern housing.”

Kotaro turned, rummaging through one of the many opened bags of candy, “I think it just needs more candy,” He stated, “The more candy, the better!” 

He pilled gumdrops and chocolate pieces into his hand, popping a few pieces into his mouth, before turning to you, holding his hand out. He looked like a kid in a candy store— which, looking at the kitchen, was exactly what he was.

“Alright,” You took one last swig of your wine, putting the glass down as you took a few pieces from him, “Let’s add some more candy.”

You both dove in, bodies pressed against each other as you began covering every bare inch with some type of candy. The frosting was still dripping down the walls, the roof pieces barely holding onto each other. Chaotic doesn’t even begin to describe the mess that this ended up being; if you stepped back and glanced at it you doubt you’d even be able to have known this was a gingerbread house.

You found a kitkat, breaking it apart as you set it up, trying to make some funky roof piece, but it ended up falling over. Now it just looked like two logs hanging on for dear life.

“Not bad!” Ko leaned over, nodding approvingly at your addition, “If we add more frosting we can layer the candy too.”

He grabbed the pipping bag, looking far too determined. You could smell the inevitability happening.

“I think we should leave it be,” You tried sounding more serious, but the laughter broke each word, and you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted to.

He squeezed the bag, a pile of frosting landing on top of the kitkat pieces, “See? It just needed a special touch—”

In slow motion you two watched as the kitkats fell onto the counter top, followed closely by the roof pieces, chocolate pieces and gumdrops following piece by piece. The four walls stood, barely, for all of a few seconds before they collapsed on each other. 

You two stared at it, not even in shock, before you started laughing. Loud snorts leaving you, your eyes tearing up as he joined you. It was just a gingerbread pile at this rate, and with the sheer amount of frosting on it, you wouldn’t even consider it edible anymore. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” He started, still giggling like a schoolkid, “We can rebuild it from the ground up.”

You shook your head, wiping some of the fallen tears from your cheeks, “I think we should call it.”

He didn’t argue, too busy grinning at you, your laughter, unbridled and unrestrained was one of his favorite sounds. He knew that later he’d playfully grumble and complain when he had to clean, wiping the dried up frosting from the counters and throwing away all the candy he could have eaten later. 

But that was future him’s issue, now him got to enjoy the glow of alcohol in your cheeks, and the way the tree lights made your eyes look like they held galaxies. He wrapped his arms around your waist, your body still trembling from how hard you laughed at the mess you two made, feeling your warmth against his.

“I love you,” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, the smell of your shampoo mixing with the sweet scent of the wine you two had gone through, just so you that it made his heart hurt.

“I love you too, Ko,” You pressed closer to his chest, “Even if your gingerbread house skills are subpar.”

“Subpar?” He pulled back, a faux offended look on his face, “I’ll have you know I’m the best decorator on the Jackels!”

A/N: sorry I hated this >.<

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𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: When your crush, Kuroo, agrees to help tutor you, neither of you anticipated the freak snowstorm that would trap you at his house.

"God, please," You felt your brain quite literally throbbing in your skull, "Stop talking for five seconds."

You didn't have to lift your head from your hands to imagine the look on Kuroo's face; a stupid mixture of smug, concern, and amusement. Every time you were subjected to that stare you were tempted to slap it off of him. Or kiss it off of him. One would more than likely result in the end of your friendship, so you kept your lips to yourself.

“Oh come on,” You heard him try and hide his laughter, and doing a poor job of it, “It’s really not that hard.”

“Says you,” You glared at him through your fingers, “Mr. Know-it-all.”

He rolled his eyes, putting the pencil that he was twirling down, “You were starting to get it earlier.”

“Then you started adding to it!” You took one of the crumbled sheets from the floor and threw it, watching as he did nothing but let it bounce off his head, “And you just thought because you get it, that I would too!”

He laughed, deep and loud, and you ignored the flutters in your chest, the way the sound was enough to make your hands sweaty. He leaned back on his palms, “We can call it if you want, the test isn’t till next week anyways.”

You nodded, conceding. “I think if we continue my head will quite literally explode.”

Laying your head on the little table he set up, you let your eyes shut for a moment, the warmth of his room soothed your body, while the coolest of the desk soothed your head. You startled, doing your best not to jump when you felt his fingers move through your hair, hesitantly. It was silent for a few moments, the movements of his hand was soft and light, and the headache you had felt coming on was disappearing.

“We wouldn’t want your head to explode,” He spoke finally, tone teasing but voice soft.

You grumbled, not having a snarky retort or quick jab. You didn’t want to move, but you knew you had to. With a heavy heart, and an over the top, loud groan, you lifted your head up, rubbing at your eyes.

Kuroo was watching you, quiet, not wanting to interrupt the brief moment of tranquility that had fallen upon the two of you. You were clearly tired, still clad in your school uniform, though you had stolen one of his hoodies. He was hoping you forgot to give it back to him, and continued to do so going forward. He hoped you forgot for a good while.

“Ugh,” You stood up, stretching your legs out, “You gonna be a gentleman and give me my bag?”

He rolled his eyes at the sarcasm, but moved regardless, grabbing your bag from his bed. You didn’t ask, but he started packing your notebooks away for you.

You pulled your phone out to check the time, moving to grab your bag from Kuroo, before pausing. You had a several missed calls from your father, as well as unread texts. Telling Kuroo to give you a second, you put your phone to your ear, calling your dad back.

He opened his door, aiming to give you some privacy, jumping as he nearly walked into his mom standing in the hall way. Her hand was raised, as if she was going to knock on his door. He raised an eyebrow towards her questioningly.

“Oh,” She looked mildly worried, “I was hoping she had gone home by now.”

He was grateful that you were on the phone and not standing there, narrowing his eyes, and his mom, realizing how her sentence may sound, quickly waved her hands.

“No, no, not like that! You know she’s always welcome over! I just meant—”

“Snow storm?” Your voice was sharp, cutting off whatever his mom was going to explain.

He heard the sound of his curtains opening, and he turned, seeing the sheer amount of snow outside. There was at least half a meter of snow on the ground, if not more, and the snow was still heavily falling.

He heard his mom sigh, “The weather report says it’s going to keep snowing throughout the night too, and because it came out of nowhere they can’t get any plows or trucks out to clear the roads.”

Whatever conversation you were having with your parents had finished, and you walked over to Kuroo, looking both stressed and rather frazzled.

“Neither of my parents can get over here to get me,” You sighed, tucking your phone into the hoodie pocket, “And they don’t want me trying to walk home.”

“Heavens no,” Kuroo’s mom shook her head, “Neither of you are stepping foot out there any time soon. Honey, you’ll stay here tonight. And however long it takes for them to clear the roads safely enough for either your parents or I to take you home.”

You felt your cheeks warm up lightly, “Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose—”

“It’s not imposing, dear.”

“What other option do you have?”

You laughed lightly as Kuroo’s head was smacked, his mother sending a scolding look his way for his comment, “I’ll go grab you some of my pajamas dear, give me a moment.”

“Aw,” Kuroo turned to you as his mom walked off, “Our first sleep over.”

Rolling your eyes you half heartedly raised your hands in faux excitement, “Yay.”

He pouted, and you weren’t fast enough to avoid his stupidly long arms, wrapping you in a too tight hug that nearly swept you off your feet, “Don’t worry— Kenma says my snorings gotten better.”

“I’ll smother you in your sleep,” You threatened, voice muffled from his shoulder digging into your cheek.

He let you go, but you weren’t able to get your footing, swaying and nearly falling backwards. His arms retightened, this time around your waist to keep you from toppling over.

“Sorry,” The teasing tone was gone, and for a moment he actually sounded sheepish, and you tilted your head up, ready to scold him.

Your noses were millimeters apart, and this close you could feel his breath against your face. With anyone else it would be uncomfortable, but with Kuroo it felt… nice. He smelled like the coffee he had gotten on his way home, and whatever cologne or deodorant you had begun to associate with him.

"I found- oh!" The sound of his mothers voice startled the two of you, and his arms quickly released you, doing nothing but allowing you to lose your balance.

Thankfully you caught yourself, both your faces warm, and his mother stood in the doorway, some folded-up clothes in her hands, "I'll leave these here," She placed them on the dresser, closer to Kuroo's door, moving to walk back downstairs, "Keep the door open tonight!"

She called the last bit over her shoulder, and you watched with amusement, and your own embarrassment, as Kuroo's face reddened more, calling after his mom in shock.

You and Kuroo had been friends for years, ever since middle school. You and Kenma got along, but you both knew Kuroo better than the other. Though you and the blonde weren't above teaming up against the older one.

"Sorry about her," He rubbed the back of his neck, "She's... well..."

You waved him off, laughing quietly, "It's fine. She means well."

The silence between you two felt a bit more awkward now, neither sure of what to say to break the tension. You moved first, grabbing the clothes, "I'm going to go change."

Kuroo watched you scurry off to the bathroom, waiting till you were out of earshot before groaning, burying his face in his hands, and falling onto his bed. A ping from his phone distracted him, and he checked it, no surprise at seeing Kenma having messaged him.

snow storm tonight

really? had no idea it interrupted our study session

you mean study date?

it wasn't a date! i'd take her on a better date than studying for chemistry NOT that i'm saying i want to take her on a date

you're a bad liar even over text

i'll make you run laps with yamamoto next practice

He watched the text bubbles pop up, Kenma no doubt cursing his entire existence in the safety of his bedroom.

you're cruel

He snorted at that, ready to respond when-

just tell her you like her please the pining is hurting all of us it's sickening

"Should I be concerned your mom has cute taste when it comes to pajamas?"

Your voice startled him, despite fully hearing you wander back down the hall to his room. He threw his phone back onto his bed, panicking that you'd, somehow, read the texts from all the way in his doorway. You didn't, and wouldn't have, but you were now suspicious, eyeing him weirdly.

"Everything good?"

"Just dandy," He smiled, trying to convey some type of calm attitude, "Just texting Kenma."

You nodded slowly, folded clothes in hand, and you moved, placing them with your bookbag, "Hopefully he's trapped at home and not somewhere else."

Kuroo snorted, "He's at home. Probably already playing whatever game he got recently. No school, no practice, it's his own personal heaven."

You laughed, organizing your items meticulously. He was very aware of the buzzing of his phone, no doubt it was still Kenma, calling him a coward in some form of the word. You were talking to him, something about school, or practice, or literally anything, but he couldn't hear you very well. His heart rate had yet to slow down since you wandered back in, Kenma's texts still in his mind.

just tell her you like her

It sounds so simple, yet as he sat on his bed, staring at you, it felt anything but. You were everything he liked in a girl, and even more. You were snarky and sweet, you got along with Kenma and Kuroo's parents, you didn't fully understand volleyball but you went to games to cheer them on whenever you could. You were dedicated and kind, but you were also so quick to put Kuroo in his place whenever it was needed. Which, according to Yaku, was a lot.

His thoughts were on a roll now, a runaway train where you were the only passanger.

" - are you even listening to me?"

"Are you free next weekend?"

His question came out almost as a shout, and it stunned you for a moment. You had been telling him about the stupid drama going on in your foreign language class, gossip he normally was absorbed in, but he was far away, stuck in whatever thoughts were going on in his mind. He had gotten fidgety where he sat, staring at you.

"Next weekend? Why?" You looked at him, trying to understand the anxiety that was creeping over him; a rare look for him.

"Like... Saturday?"

"I should be?"

"Doyouwanttogoonadate?"

“Do I—” You processed it a second after you started asking the question, face burning, heart hammering.

A date? He was asking you on a date?

“I—”

He turned away, forcing his gaze to focus on the heavy snow still falling outside, thicker on the ground than it had been minutes ago.

As subtly as you could, you grabbed a bit of skin between your fingers and pinched, the sharp pain sending prickles through your arm. Not dreaming. Okay.

Holy shit Kuroo just asked you on a date.

You licked your lips, noting the way he sat tense, as if waiting a blow up or rejection, “As long as it’s better than studying for school, yes.”

His head snapped towards you, eyes wide before the shock melted away, a giant grin forming on his face. “I dunno— I’d say we have pretty great chemistry together.”

“I take it back.”

“Nope!” He nearly leapt off his bed, crowding your space, “No take backs! We’ll go on a date next week. No studying, no text books, hopefully no getting stuck somewhere because of a snow storm.”

His energy was contagious, and soon you found yourself giggling with him, laughing at absolutely nothing.

“I really will need you two to sleep with the door open tonight,” His mom’s voice startled you two again, and you laughed, a bit sharp and surprised as he turned towards his door, calling out a sharp, “Mom!”

A/N: my biggest red flag is I have no idea how to end chapters or one shots

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙'𝖘 2024 12 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑂𝑛𝑒 (12/1/24): 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑦 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 (𝐾𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑜 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑇𝑤𝑜 (12/3/24): 𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑒 (𝑆𝐷𝑉!𝑆ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑒 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑡. 𝐽𝑎𝑠)

𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 (12/5/24): 𝐶𝑜𝑙𝑑 (𝑆𝐷𝑉!𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑦 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑟 (12/7/24): 𝐻𝑜𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑐𝑜𝑎 (𝑆𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

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𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑆𝑖𝑥 (12/11/24): 𝑊𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 (𝑈𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑦𝑎 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑡. 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠)

𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 (12/13/24): 𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑜𝑒 (𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑚𝑎 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 (12/15/24): 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

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𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝑇𝑒𝑛 (12/19/24): 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐴𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠 (𝑁𝑒𝑘𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑥 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑟!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

𝐷𝑎𝑦 𝐸𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 (12/21/24): 𝐼𝑐𝑒 𝑆𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝐺𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

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𝔸/ℕ: I started re-watching Haikyuu so the hyperfixation is coming back STRONG!

Direct sequel to this blurb!

You took everything you had said earlier back; nervous didn't even begin to cover how you were feeling. The closer to the camp sight the bus got, the shakier your hands got. You did your best to hide them, though the worried looks Yaku was sending your way says you weren't doing a great job at it.

"Hey," You could feel the bus begin to slow down as Kuroo turned around to look at you, the playfulness that had been present was gone, and you were grateful for the small smile he was sending your way, "You'll be fine. We're going to be the first team there more than likely, so you have time to get adjusted before everyone else shows up."

You nodded, moving to stand as Nekomata called for everyone to hop off the bus. The third years and you were the first ones off the bus after the coaches departed, grabbing your bags and waiting to make sure everyone else deboarded.

Lev groaned as he stretched, "That was way too long to be sitting."

Yaku rolled his eyes, gently nudging the first year to continue walking, "Only for a tall freak like you."

"Hey! That wasn't nice!"

Kai wandered over to you, offering to carry one of your mini bags for you, and you agreed, wanting to once more go over the notes he and Nekomata had curated for you to study. You may have begun to understand volleyball more, but after expressing your fear of embarrassing yourself in front of these other teams, they had made you more things to study.

"The other teams have managers too," You two began walking, Kuroo and Yaku ahead of you, already bickering about who knows what, "I'm sure you'll get along well with them. Karasuno has a newer manager too, so you two will probably be in similar boats."

You let out a breath, "Right."

"I'm serious," You glanced over at him, "It'll be fine. We were all nervous our first training camps, but you get used to them."

Nodding, you entered the building where your rooms would be. Each team had their own room, and due to the smaller numbers, the managers all had one room to them. You were too scared to ask earlier if you had to room with your team or by yourself; both sounding not ideal.

You entered the room, dropping your bags off in a little area, mentally claiming the small spot as your own. That wasn't too presumptuous was it? Maybe you should wait for the others to show up, offer them first dibs.

Sighing, you shook your head to yourself, there was no point in worrying about it now. If any of the other girls had issues you'd quickly move your stuff-- easy fix.

A knock at the door had you turning, Shibayama peering in curiously, "Hey, we're going to set up in gym one right now, and Kuroo wants to know if you'll lead some warm up drills?"

And the day starts.

"Are we starting practice matches when they show up?"

He shook his head, "He says Lev and Yamamoto have too much energy, so this is more to tire them out so they don't annoy him."

You snorted at that, sometimes Kuroo reminded you of an over exhausted pre-school teacher. Glancing at your bag, you followed Shibyama out and towards the gym, you'd change later.

You had gotten held up by a teacher before you departed, and in turn, weren't able to change out of your school uniform. It wasn't uncomfortable per say, but you'd trade out the skirt for a pair of Nekoma sweatpants before the practice matches started.

The chatter inside the gym wasn't loud, but you could hear it from right outside. Inuoka and Lev were helping set nets up, Kuroo was discussing something with Kai, and when they saw you, they motioned you over.

You left Shibayama who promptly went over to help with some other set ups, making your way to your captain and vice-captain. Kuroo raised an eyebrow at you.

"You're still in your school uniform?"

You shrugged, "I was going to change before the actual practice matches started. Didn't want to waste precious time tiring Lev out."

Kai chuckled, while Kuroo just sighed, and the mental image of him as a pre-school teacher was back. He handed you a clipboard, "It'll be a shorter night, but we figured these starting rotations would be good. Only a few teams will be here today, the rest arrive tomorrow. So we'll just be in this gym for tonight."

Two courts, four teams. Okay so there were three other schools showing up today, no worries. Fukurodani, Shinzen, and Karasuno today. It seemed in order, Kuroo was good with scheduling, and to be fair you didn't often have to correct his work. He was just paranoid from when he royally screwed up during exam week; the poor guy was running off of no sleep and way too much coffee.

You handed it back, "Those are two of the teams I'm supposed to be weary of, right?" The question was asked dryly, and Kuroo huffed at your tone.

"Don't appreciate the sarcasm, but yes. Thank you for asking." Kai just chuckled, patting him on the arm.

"Lev, I swear to the gods if you don't stop-"

"Yaku, come on! What's the point of a training camp if we're not training?"

"We're just warming up now, put the ball down!"

You sighed, understanding Kuroo's petulance from earlier. Damn rooster-headed captain laughed as you stalked over to where Yaku and Lev were bickering.

"Yaku's right, Lev, we're going to run some drills before we start with anything else."

Lev pouted at your words, and Yaku looked far too smug after bullying the first year. You raised an eyebrow at him, "If you both have enough energy to be bickering why not run some extra laps, hm? I was going to have everyone start with fifteen, but I think you two need a bit more than that. Does twenty five sound good?"

The two blanched at your words, the sickly sweet tone you had adopted since filling this position, you had been told, was terrifying. Yaku looked sheepish, rubbing the back of his head, but decided against arguing.

"Sorry," Lev muttered, and you nodded.

"Now put the ball back, Lev, and the two of you can get started. I'll have the others join you when you hit ten laps."

He nodded, the pout disappearing as he thought of something, "Oh! Watch this!"

Before you or Yaku could say anything, he launched the ball, clearly aiming to throw it directly into the basket. It made it, in a sense, before bouncing off all the other balls inside, and flying out the still open door. He stared after it, almost surprised by the outcome.

"Go start your laps." Was all you said, sending the two off.

You could hear Kuroo's stupid cackle from across the gym, and turned quickly, glaring his way as well. "You wish to join them, captain?"

He sobered up rather quickly, "No. I'm good, thanks."

You huffed, turning to gather the stray ball. Nekomata chuckled from where he and Naoi were talking. You all had barely been here and these troublemakers were already... well, making trouble.

The ball had bounced further down the sidewalk than you had thought, and you had to walk a good few meters away to get it. Though before you could lean down to grab it, the presence of someone startled you.

This kid appeared out of nowhere.

He was staring at you, almost as confused by your presence as you were of his.

"Um, hello?" The hold he had on his bag tightened as he awkwardly greeted you.

He was short, bright and unruly orange hair. He seemed nervous, reminding you of one of your younger cousins whenever he got caught doing something he shouldn't have been. Maybe he was wandering around and didn't think anyone would be here.

"Hey," You squatted to grab the ball, walking a bit closer to him, "Are you lost? I don't think you're supposed to be here, kid."

His cheeks burned bright at your comment, and he stammered over whatever he was trying to say.

"Hinata! What did I tell you about running off, man?"

You two turned, a guy about your age calling out to the red head, Hinata, also carrying a bag at his side. The two of you made eye contact, and the man froze where he was standing.

No one said a word, and you awkwardly moved the ball around in your hands, "Um, are you his older brother?"

Hinata sputtered at the question, "He's not my older brother!"

The other guy didn't say anything, simply staring at you silently. It was starting to make you feel a bit uncomfortable. "Uh-"

"Pretty girl!"

His shout caught you off guard, and you felt your shoulders raise, cheeks burning at the words shouted your direction. Mouth parted slightly, you took notice as other people began walking into view.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

You turned to Hinata, "Are you all here for the volleyball training camp?"

He nodded enthusiastically, "We're Karasuno high school!"

"Oh." Was all you managed to say, looking from him to the others who were walking up curiously.

One of them stepped forward, the way he walked reminded you of Kuroo some, and he smiled at you. Oh he was... he was handsome. Your cheeks burned even hotter at your own thoughts.

"Hello, I'm Daichi, Karasuno's captain. Who are you?"

"Oh, uh," You were stammering like Hinata had been when you called out to him, introducing yourself, "I'm Nekoma's manager."

He blinked, "Their manager? I didn't know they had gotten one. That's great!"

He smiled down at you, and you felt your heart flutter some. This was dangerous.

Wait, weren't you supposed to avoid this team? Because-

"What!" Someone else came into view, standing next to the buzz cut guy who called you pretty a few minutes ago, "Nekoma got a manager too?"

You stepped back, the attention scaring you, and you were beginning to feel like you had when you first became Nekoma's manager. "Uh, yes?"

"She's so pretty!"

"Stay strong, Noya," The buzz cut guy grabbed his friends shoulder, "We must remain strong!"

Those two. You were supposed to avoid those two.

You failed.

"Hey!" You had never been so happy to hear Yamamoto's yells before, "Back off our manager!"

You felt yourself breath a bit easier as your team came out of the gym, Lev and Yaku looking a bit more winded than the others. Kuroo hurried over to you, smiling at Daichi.

"Well well, I thought you all weren't going to be here until later."

Daichi sighed, "We thought so too. Kiyoko really saved us with motion sickness medicine for Hinata though, so we pulled through."

"I would have rather your managers meet ours before the rest of your crows," Kuroo muttered, standing close enough to you that you could feel his body heat, "Especially your rowdy second years."

"Yeah, sorry about them," His apology was directed towards you, and you waved it off.

"Oh, no, it's- it's okay!"

"Yachi and Kiyoko are putting their stuff away, if you want to go introduce yourself to them."

He really needed to stop smiling at you, it was not doing good things to your heart.

"And change into something that's less cute," Kuroo muttered to you, half playful, half serious.

You self consciously tugged at the end of your skirt, those sweat pants were really calling your name. You quickly bowed towards the rest of Karasuno, "It's nice to meet you all! I'll be back!"

With as much dignity as you could muster you sped walked back towards the rooms, cheeks warm and heart fluttering. You thought you were going to have more time to calm down before meeting more strangers? Oh you were so making Kuroo do some type of drill he hated as punishment.

Outside of the manager's room, you took a moment to compose yourself. You patted your cheeks, hoping the flush would die down soon, before softly knocking on the door to announce your presence, before sliding the door open.

"Um, hello," You stepped inside, the two figures turning to look at you.

One of them was a bit shorter than you, she seemed like a first year. She had cute little star hair clips in her hair, and she seemed almost more nervous than you were. The other one was down right beautiful, and you were regretting agreeing to come to this training camp.

You introduced yourself, "I'm Nekoma's new manager. Daichi said you two were Kiyoko and Yachi?"

The taller of the two, Kiyoko, smiled softly at you, "Yes. I'm Kiyoko, this is Yachi. It's lovely to meet you."

"Yeah!" Yachi echoed, voice a bit louder than necessary, all nervous smiles, "I didn't know Nekoma got a manager!"

"I really only started a few weeks ago, Kuroo had to beg me to come to the training camp. He also said you all would be a bit later coming, so I'm sorry I wasn't here to greet you two."

"No, it's alright," Kiyoko waved off your apology, "It was good luck and proper planning that got us here now, something I fear we often lack when traveling."

Yachi nodded, "Yeah! I'm going to start packing a mini first aid kit, and I'll keep motion sickness medicine in it for any time we travel in the future."

That didn't seem like a bad idea. Granted, none of your teammates got sick traveling, but it wasn't out of the realm of possibilities.

"Oh, if you don't mind I need to change," You motioned towards your uniform, "Then I can meet you all back at the gym."

"We can wait for you if you'd like," Yachi offered, voice tentative, "Only if you want though!"

"Oh," You blinked, before smiling, "That would be nice, yeah!"

These two were so sweet, you were starting to look forward to this training camp. Yaku and Kai were right, they were all nice, and even the quick talk with the other team, they all seemed sweet.

This would be fun, you were sure of it now.

Nekoma Manager Headcanons

To start: talk about chaos.

I imagine the manager!reader as a 2nd year, as stated in my first one shot.

You look up to the third years, though the way you and Kuroo act you'd never admit it to his face.

Once you grow comfortable with the team, and vice versa, the two of you bicker like siblings.

Kai is who you gravitate to the most, he's so calm and quiet, you two grew closer faster because of this.

Yaku and Kuroo were both lowkey jealous; they both work on being doting upperclassmen in their own ways and now their manager is anxious around them? Heartbroken.

The first years think you hung the stars.

Lev is always trying to impress you with his moves, which more than often results in him missing a spike or getting hit in the face with what was supposed to be a receive.

Most of his failed attempts end with Yaku scolding him and you are torn between allowing him to shape his team and stepping in to play peacemaker.

Shibayama is the first team member to confide in you regarding any anxiety they had while playing; he compares himself to Yaku so much that it broke your heart, you two talked and you made him see he had made the team for a reason, and he left feeling much better.

Teshiro is more awkward or shy when approaching you, he may have been a first-year when you met him, but he knew the team hadn't had a manager in a long time. He was worried they might scare you off, specifically one of the... second years... But you stuck around! He liked to be around you, even if neither of you talked all the time, your presence was enjoyable. He also tended to be one of the only members (he and Kai) that didn't get scolded or yelled at.

Inuoka reminds you of a puppy, regardless of being on the team of "cats". He was actually the first member of the team to fully approach you, more than a simple introduction. He was so excited that you were their manager, it definitely helped you feel a lot more comfortable. Did you process everything he said to you? No. Was it endearing as hell? Yes.

If Kenma isn't sitting with Kuroo on bus rides he's sitting with you, you enjoy watching him playing his games, that or he enjoys the peace whenever you nap on the bus. Once he even let you play a game on his switch. Once.

Yamamoto is really excited to show you off at any and all practice matches they have. You're so supportive of them all that it makes him really emotional, and you've learned to just pat his head and walk away. You once showed up to an away game with your nails painted in your team colors and you watched that man genuinely weep.

Fukanaga loves to make you laugh whenever the team's quiet or having a more serious meeting. He learned your humor so fast it's dangerous. You can never be upset around him, he reads you like an open book, and whatever worry follows you around is quickly destroyed by him and his shining personality.

Like I said; you and Kuroo have a sibling like relationship once you're comfortable with the team. He leans his arm against your head like a headrest, you make fun of his attempts of sounding cool. The team finds it hilarious, and other than Yaku and Kenma, you're one of the few people he's terrified to piss off.

Kai is the upperclassman you look up to the most, he's calm and collected, smart and nice. He's everything you strive to be as a student and an upperclassman. He helps you study, he helped you learn about volleyball and all the info that comes with that when you first joined, he made sure to include you in any and all group hangouts when you were new.

Kai supremacy.

Yaku and you have, not to sound like I'm stuck in the 2020 fandom, but "parenting" personalities together. Yaku yells at Lev, you follow behind by telling Lev you two care about him and just want to see him get better! Yaku may worry when a teammate gets minorly injured, but you fret, despite knowing minor injuries occur in this sport. The time where you're on the same page exactly is whenever you take the opportunity to bully Kuroo.

He hates it.

I have to say: years ago when I first got into Haikyuu I made an OC for it, and she was Nekoma's manager. This entire thing is self-indulgent. If I was any good at art I'd have so many comic series with her. Sad.

Also I just saw the movie so I am hyperfocused on my boys.