Nishinoya X Reader - Blog Posts

bf!noya texts!

cw: (maybe) ooc, swearing, mentions of mpreg (not really)

a/n

first haikyuu thing

i love nishinoya sm there's barely any content for him so sad like my baby

when the quality decreases mid text message bc tumblr won't let me upload 10+ images on mobile so i have to make it got through my computer but my computer crunches the quality so badly

ooc?

i got the orange thing image scrolling on amazon for nishinoya plushes

"that's so nishinoya" i say as i add the image to my smau

nishinoya left the door open as he went to grab smth outside and when he came back inside the snake was there

the snake was lowkey chill

noya was screaming bad

it eventually got tired of his screaming and just left

good job nishinoya!

main m.list

How you meet the second and third years in Karasuno:

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Sugawara: you were in the library, studying for your biology test. " Stupid, stupid, stupid. Why should I know how my body works, I can breath and talk and walk. Isn't that all I should know? " You whisper, or so you thought. Two seats away, a boy supposedly your age starts laughing quietly. You quickly blush, looking away from him. " What's so funny?" You whisper to him. " Sorry, I wasn't making fun of you. That was just a really funny reaction." He smiles at you. You look at him again. He looks like he wasn't making fun of you, so you smile at him back. " Maybe I should start looking into being a comedian?" " Yeah, I'll spread the word." You both start laughing a little too loud. The librarian shushes you while glaring at you both. You both quiet down and you start studying again. Later that day you meet again, this time exchanging numbers.

Asahi: ever since you were little you've always had low self esteem, so when a guy kept looking at you, you thought of the worse. Am I weird looking, is my hair messy, my make up smudged? Maybe, I'm wearing something strange? Or maybe I'm just ugly? You look in his direction again and he's still looking at you and you can't exactly move because you promised your friend to stay here while she's in the bathroom. You take your phone out of your pocket and start texting your friend, telling her to hurry up. After a while, she comes back and you start walking with her. You stop at a food court and when you turn around you see that your seat is inf eony of his but this time he has someone with him. After they eat, the guy comes to your table, leaves a note on your side and speedwalks away, while his friend starts laughing. You smile slightly and put the note in your purse, while your friend keeps on giving you confused looks.

Nishinoya: you were at a friend's birthday party. You don't see much of her because you don't go to the same school, so while you were catching up, a guy catches your eye. He was short, shorter than you but his confidence was amazing. He had a whole group of people surrounding him, listening to every word he's saying. " That's Nishinoya," Your friends says. " He's usually the life of the party." You nod your head while staring at him. After talking to a few other people you end up in the group that he's talking to. He sees you and introduces himself with a smile. You smile back and you two start talking. You guys immediately hit it off and he started talking to you about volleyball. " So, you literally jump to the ground? Not afraid of getting hurt? " You take a sip of your drink. " You get used to it, eventually. And didn't you mention something about being in a choir?" After a few more minutes, you walk home with him while planning to meet up with him again.

Daichi: " come on girls, one more time!" Your coach shouts at you and your teammates. You were training with your volleyball teammates. You're tired but determined as the liberio to not let them down. You dive for a ball and it lands on your arm, the ball flying to one of the receivers. After one more practice you go to your bag, getting out your bottle of water. You see Daichi, one of the third years in the boys volleyball team. You never talked before but you've seen him here before. You walk to him. " Need anything?" You sit next to him on the bench. " No, I've just been wanting to see the progress you've guys been making. " He smiles at you while rubbing his neck. " Oh, thanks. My name is (insert name). " " Nice to meet you, I'm Daichi. " He says while shaking your hand. " I know. You're the captain for the boys team. You guys have that guy that jumps so high, uh, Hinata?" " Yep, that's him." You keep on talking about your teammates and he listens. After a while someone come sto get Daixhi for practice. " See you later, ( insert name.) Hope we can hang out!" You wave goodbye, while smiling.

Tanaka: after a long day of school, you and your friends go to the beach. It's not too crowded aside from a pair of boys splashing each other with water. You set up your umbrella and put your towel down. " Shoot, I forgot my towel. Any of you got a spare?" You friend asks. " I don't." One says. " Me neither. Sorry." Another one chimes in. You look at the guys, now sitting under their a gazebo. " Maybe they have one? I'll go ask." You walk to them. " Do you guys maybe have a spare towel? My friend forgot hers." One of the guys takes out a towel. " Here you go. Wouldn't want you ladies sitting on sand. " You thank him but before you can walk away he asks you, " Are you by any chance in class 12B? " " Yes, I am." He smiles. " My name's Tanaka. I'm pretty sure I sit next to you. Wanna hang out sometime? " You're not sure if he's asking you on a date but you accept. You bring the towel to your friend and sit down, telling them what happened.

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Nishinoya x Reader x Tanaka

Or Tanaka x Reader x Nishinoya

Summary: A study session with the boys goes south after they caught up with your plan

Genre/Warnings: Smut, nsfw, spitroasting, ass play (female receiving), blowjob, slight edging, slight spanking, slight degradation, senpai kink, reader going commando, clothed sex Tanaka and Noya are 2nd years cuz they always will be in my heart

WC: 2,170

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Okay, okay, it’s fine. Everything is fine. It’s not like the two hottest guys in the volleyball club just asked you to a date. No they didn’t. They asked you to a study session. Completely innocent.

Well, it’s supposed to be. Technically, it is, just not in your mind. Your mind is chock-full of fantasies with these two. Separate and together. Which does not help your case. 

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You were a first year and earlier today, a couple of second years had asked to study with you. Noya and Tanaka were originally going to study with Ennoshita, and the others, but he decided that the test was too important and didn’t want the chaos that came with the pair. Noya and Tanaka then came to you, asking for your help.

“Why me?” you asked in disbelief, eyes focused on the two males in front of you and not at the other teens staring while walking by

Tears streaming comically down their face, they pressed their palms together, “Please! The third years have their own test and you’re the other smartest person we know!” Tanaka cried

You blushed at the compliment, nearly giving in. 

“Why not just ask from other 2nd years?” you tried

“You study advanced lessons so you’ll be fine. Just, please do it!” Noya pleaded

You soon noticed teachers peeking their heads out, trying to see what the ruckus is about. You hastily turned back to the teens crying out for help. You tried to stop them from crying so you wouldn’t get in trouble.

“Okay, okay! I’ll help!” you said, “Now shhh, we’re gonna get in trouble” you shushed them. 

“THANK YOU” they yelled, both tackling you in a bone crushing hug. Your face flushed, realizing what you got yourself into. You agreed to help two hot guys study. And now you were pressed to their chests in between them. If you really focused, you know you could feel the trace of their muscles that they got from playing volleyball all day.

Just before you could get a nosebleed they pulled away, saying their byes and speeding off to the second year building. You tried to get the warmth out of your cheeks, distracting yourself from the quick flashes of past fantasies in your vision. 

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As of right now, you were figuring out what to wear before heading out to Tanaka’s house. Your chin between your index finger and thumb you stared at the mirror, you boldly wore a white button up blouse and a short black skirt that could pass as your school uniform but wasn’t as you didn’t wanna risk anything happening to it. You don’t know what lead to this decision, but it was probably the thought of a certain something that could possibly happen that night. 

You looked at yourself, was it too bold? They probably didn’t even like you like that. You sighed, noticing the time, it was almost time to leave. You asked them beforehand how long it will take and they replied, ‘as long as it takes’ so you went ahead and told your parents you might be spending the night. 

You figured it would be all or nothing so you unbuttoned and took off your bra. You pulled off your panties and for extra boldness, lubed up and put in a buttplug your parents didn’t know you had because they never questioned your orders. The base of it had a shiny orange jewel on it, hopefully catching their attention. It was rarely ever used, but seeing as this was a special occasion, you slipped in on with little struggle.

It was messed up you knew it, the slight discomfort of the thing inside you reminded you, but if you think about it, it could be fun. At the same time, though, now you just have to hope you don’t get this skirt wet. 

You checked the time, “Ah, shit” you rushed out of the house

The walk there was chilly, so you were glad when you stepped into his warm home. You were greeted by a blushing Tanaka, him telling you that his sister wasn’t home and that it was only you three there to study. This statement just made you think dirty thoughts and that you tried so hard to dismiss.

You reached what you assumed to be a study room. There was a low table with pillows you could sit on and posters up on the wall that featured girls, one of which was in her bathing suit. Nishinoya was gathering his notes and his books on the table and greeted you without looking at you, focused on organizing what would soon turn messy. 

You put down your backpack full of books and sat down across him, Tanaka sitting beside you. It was when you brought out notebooks when Noya saw you. You pretended not to notice the way he stared at your bust and you were almost certain he could make out the trace of you nipples. 

Nishinoya and Tanaka gave each other a look of agreement not to mention anything to you for the time being, though being worried you might notice Nishinoya’s semi-hard. You then started to go over the material they had to study, pointing out topics from yours and their books. Every time you would look down the boys too the opportunity to glance at your chest and every time you would put your hands in your lap, your arms would slightly press them together.

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“Alrighty, Imma go to the bathroom” you said after covering a section of the book. Tanaka gave you instructions on where to fins the bathroom and you stood up to go there. You didn’t notice that the moment you stood up, Tanaka got a glimpse of the shiny jewel and your bare ass, he could’ve sworn his nose dripped with blood right then and there. 

While walking out of the room Nishinoya also looked up to see it more clearly, there was something in your ass! He flushed red at the revelation you not only had no underwear, but a toy in you as well.

The moment you closed the door, they looked at each other’s red faces. They both also had hard ons that they couldn’t cover up anymore. “Hey did you see that!?” Tanaka whisper-yelled

“Yeah she had a plug in her!” Nishinoya replied

“Yeah and she has no panties! I’m pretty sure she doesn’t have a bra”

Nishinoya playfully closed his eyes and shook his head, “Who would’ve thought our little kouhai was so naughty” he huffed

Tanaka soon copied the other’s stance, “I know right? Guess we have to teach her a lesson” he smirked

Soon enough you walked back to the room, only to find Tanaka sitting in your place. You didn’t mean to be rude but you didn’t think you would change seats on anything. “Uhm, Tanaka, I sit there”

“Yes, you do” Tanaka said, not glancing at Nishinoya who was looking up your skirt

You gave him a confused look, “Could you move, please?”

“Nah, just sit here, on my lap” he motioned for you to come over. Nishinoya started snickering as you nervously made your way to him. Would he feel the pug? Will he be able to tell that you don’t have panties on? 

You didn’t really have any choice other than to do as you’re told. You sat yourself on his lap, face red and flustered. Both boys smirked and Tanaka snaked his arms around your waist. You felt something hard poke against the plug, pushing it in the slightest bit. 

You yelped as Tanaka pulled you closer, applying more pressure as you tried not to moan. “Hm, what’s this, Noya? She’s got something in here. Y/N, will you let us see? What if it’s bad” he said in a fake, babying voice as his fingers found the hem of your skirt.

“Yeah, you are wearing shorts under there right? It should be fine” Noya scooted towards you 

“Exactly” Tanaka agreed

“Wait-” before you could continue, Tanaka had flipped your skirt up, exposing your bare womanhood.

Both boys couldn’t take their eyes off it and you were trying to cover yourself back up but Tanaka had held both of your hands in place. He dipped his finger in between your folds, collecting the wetness of your arousal. “Look, Noya, she likes it, guess theres nothing wrong here” 

Nishinoya nodded in agreement before going to fondle your breasts. You squirmed at the feeling. He groped you through your blouse, one hand with two fingers twistng your hardened nipple, and his hot, wet, mouth rolling the other nipple between his teeth. He hadn’t taken your blouse off and the feeling along with the roughness from the fabric, had you whimpering and moaning, “Ahh, Senpai”

They both stopped for a split second, your words going straight to their growing dicks. Nishinoya groaned at what he herd and pulling away, palming himself through his shorts before going in and connecting his lips with yours. He was able to swallow the moan you let out as Tanaka slipped a finger in you, curling and uncurling it. A second digit was pushed in, him reaching the spot that made you jerk forward, successfully grinding onto him. He continued to press that spot, drawing in more moans from you as Nishinoya had taken his hand to circle his fingers against you clit. 

You were mewling in delight, getting closer and closer to the edge. “I’m cumming-” but before you could get pushed over the edge, both their fingers had stopped moving, Tanaka pulling his out. 

You let out a needy whine, questioning why they would do that. They both shrugged and Tanaka lifted you up to pull down his shorts and boxers, letting his length spring free. You ground up on it, sliding your wetness onto his member while Noya unbuttoned and took off your bluse. He groaned,”What do you want, baby?” 

“Please, Senpai, I want you in me” you shamelessly begged, wanting your fantasy fulfilled. He complied, lifting you up to slide you onto his member. Your walls sucked him in, warm and wet as you gave the impression of this being your first time. You let out a whimper at the newfound stretch as he let you adjust. He didn’t want to hurt you so he didn’t start thrusting immediately, but it didn’t stop him from bucking his hips to rut into you. 

You gave him a sign, telling him it was okay to move. He gave you an experimental thrust, surprised at the loud moan you gave. He started moving you up and down, allowing you to ride him as you leaned back and moaned in bliss. Tanaka caught a glimpse of Nishinoya having to use his hands to get off of his best friend fucking a cute girl. He stopped momentarily and pushed you down, forcing your hands onto Nishinoya’s thighs. 

“Y/N, seems like you’re Senpai needs some help, would you be a good little kouhai and help him with it?” 

You nodded eagerly and got to work, using your hands to jerk him off as you licked the precum leaking out of the slit. He groaned and carded his hands through your hair as you took his tip in your mouth and pushed yourself down on him. You bobbed your head up in down while having Tanaka thrusting into you from behind. You moaned around him, sending shivers down his spine as he groaned at the feeling. 

He then decided he couldn’t take it anymore and his bucking hips came to thrust into your mouth. You moaned at the thought of him using you to pleasure himself, his thrusting at the same pace as Tanaka’s. You body was soon going back and forth, them not letting you feel empty whatsoever. 

Tanaka had toyed with the bejeweled plug in you and pulled it out, replacing it with his thumb. You moaned loudly onto Nishinoya as the man behind you moved his thumb in and out. He gave a spank to your rounded ass, rubbing the reddening skin.

“You like this, don’t you? You like being your Senpais’ cocklut, huh?” he gave you another spank that had you tightening around him. He smacked your ass one last time, moving his hand down to put pressure on your puffy clit. 

You mewled as you felt your high coming. You sucked Nishinoya like a straw, tongue circling the tip as you felt him twitch in your mouth. Both men groaning and panting as they thrusted into you. 

You let out more moans, one after the other, signaling your need to release. Tanaka could feel you tighten around him, causing him to mumblr curses under his breath. 

“You gonna cum? Is our little Kouhai gonna cum around my cock?” he taunted and you let out a muffled ‘mhm’. He gave you another spank as you started to get dizzy with all the stimulation. “What to you think Noya? Should we let her cum?” he asked his friend

“Yeah, I’m just about to too” he replied, still thrusting up to your mouth

“Same here. Go, cum around me, you cockslut” he ordered and you couldn’t be happier to comply. You moaned at the feeling of finally being able to release and Nishinoya filling your mouth with his seed, keeping your head in place as he finished. Tanaka groaned at the feeling of your pussy and soon released inside you with a grunt. You swallowed what was in your mouth and opened it, showing Noya your empty cavern. Tanaka pulled out and watched your mixed juices flow down to your thigh. He sure came a lot. 

You were worn out and collapsed onto the floor. You felt someone, you assumed Tanaka, lift you up in his arms and carry you to his bedroom. Nishinoya followed suit and walked with Tanaka to make sure you were okay.

You slowly opened your eyes just enough to see them and asked, “Does this mean anything?”

The two males looked puzzled and thought about it, it seemed as though they didn’t know themselves. “It can mean something if you want it to. I want it to, if that helps” Nishinoya declared

“Same here, I’m pretty sure Kiyoko won’t notice us like our little Kouhai here” Tanaka agreed

“Oh okay.” you said, so were you dating both of them now?

“Oh wait dude, what about the test tomorrow?” NIshinoya asked as Tanaka set you down on his bed.

“I’m pretty worn out now so I’l just study the rest at lunch time tomorrow” Tanaka said as he and Nishinoya joined you in the bed

“Well if you two pass there’s gonna be a reward” you said sleepily before yawning and dozing off in the arms of the two second years. 

They both were determined to score perfectly the next day.

around the world - y. nishinoya x f!reader smau

"She can't stay in one place for long. Luckily, neither can he."

summary: nishinoya is pretty sure he's met the girl of his dreams after he has a fling with a travel vlogger in brazil. she's pretty sure that she needs to get as far away from nishinoya yuu as she can before she falls in love with him. unfortunately for her, he doesn't make it easy.

OR nishinoya follows the girl of his dreams around the world.

tags: strangers to friends (with benefits) to lovers, PINING, idiots in love, smau

warnings: cursing, not nsfw but they do have sex, drug and alcohol usage, nishinoya is an insane person (affectionate), oikawa, kms/kys jokes

PLEASE NOTE: any and all pictures used of real people in this smau are placeholders! there will be no physical attributes assigned to yn.

chapters:

introductions: oikawa tooru hate club | fifth wheeling

chapter one: day one, brazil, rio de janiero

chapter two: coming soon...

hellooo! i'm just stopping by to request a prompt similar to Conan Gray's song "Heather". One where you've got this crush on him and the feelings seem to be reciprocated, and this flirty banter is going on between you two, but suddenly there's somebody else in the picture. a n g s t please. i want my feelings to be hurt

Another a n c i e n t request from years past. The name wasn't specified, so I had chosen Nishinoya bc he's a lil cutie:

The bandaid

Yn doesn’t want to acknowledge that Noyas moved on in high school, but then she sees him around Kiyoko. 

The bandaid was ripped off. You couldn’t lie to yourself anymore. He didn’t like you. Maybe he never did, or maybe he used to, right now...no.

Okay, so yn likes him and they flirt so she thinks he likes her back

Then they both move on to Karasuno, where Kiyoko comes into the picture and BAM, no more yn

Nishinoya doesn’t flirt with her or anything, instead talking to her like a normal person before bounding off at the sight of Kiyoko.

Yn enters the class with noya and Tanaka and hears them talking about the “absolute babe” that is Kiyoko. Yn greets Noya and he says hi before rambling on about Kiyoko

You thought he liked you....

Waking Him Up to Tell Him You Love Him (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)

(Libero and Wing Spiker Version) Part 1

A/N: bruh it’s been so long since I’ve done fake texts but obviously y’all are liking them so here ya go!

Osamu, Yaku, and Konoha

So I have a request can you write how Kenma Kageyama Nishinoya and Atsumu would react to their s/o randomly telling them to spread their legs cause she wants to put their head on their stomach 🥺👉🏾👈🏾 please and thank you 🙏🏾

“Spread Your Legs”... to Cuddle (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: Slight warning guys, I haven’t watched season four. Aka, Atsumu is maybe OOC. Aka aka, I have no idea how tf he acts. I tried tho, I swear. Also, dear requester, with my dirty mind, I sincerely hope I took your request the right way, and hope you weren’t completely looking for innocent fluff. With love, this dirty-minded author. Anyway, hope you like it! (Oh fuck, I just reread your request, I am so sorry (I saw “randomly” and went off). But I promise some of it is fluffy!! you know... some of it.)

Word count: 1116

Kozume Kenma: 

I'm just gonna start out by saying this is Kenma we’re talking about.

If you ask him for something romantic, he’s obligated to say “fuck no.”

Like seriously, you just gotta sneak attack this dude, cuz straight up asking him isn’t gonna work.

… okay maybe just this once.

“Hey Kenma, can you spread your legs?”

He gives you a weird look, then returns to playing his game. “No.”

I told you so.

So anyways, you just, you know, spread his legs.

He’s laying on the couch so one of them dangles off, and you just kinda slither between and snuggle up to his lap. 

As you do so, he takes in a quick breath and avoids your gaze, keeping his eyes locked on the screen with maximum effort. 

You lay your head on his stomach and smile against him, enjoying the heat after a cold day.

“You’re really warm.” You press a kiss to his stomach and he tenses up.

“Y-you should’ve told me this is what you were going to do.”

“Would you have let me do it?”

“...” 

He just purses his lips and relaxes his game on top of your head.

“Do you want me to stop?” You set your chin on his stomach and peer up at him innocently.

He flushes and rolls his eyes. “...no.”

Kageyama Tobio: 

You’re playing with fire with this one. But like… fake fire that doesn’t burn when you touch it, you feel me?

… Anyways, this guy is very, very concerned at first.

“Tobio, can you spread your legs for me?” 

It’s one of the few days he’s invited you over (more like you invited yourself), and when you popped into his room, he’s already relaxing in bed.

When he hears those words, steam practically blows from his ears.

“W-WHAT?!”

You love to tease him of course, and any other day, you would’ve done so, but…

Fuck it, who am I kidding, you’re totally gonna tease him. 

You step closer to his bed where he’s got one leg crossed over the other and he flinches when you run your hands up his lower legs. 

“Just spread your legs for me, baby.” 

“Y-YN, you don’t have to do this.” 

“Don’t be so nervous, Tobio. I want to.”

Hesitantly, he allows you to settle your hands on his kneecaps and pull his legs apart. 

You slide up onto the bed and slink your way in between his legs, giving him a reassuring smile. 

Then you plop down in the middle of his thighs and rest your head on his stomach with a relieved sigh. 

“Mmm, thanks for letting me do this, Tobio.”

He’s silently oblivious for a moment. (Lowkey thinking “is this how it’s supposed to be done the first time?”)

Then he slowly sets his hands in your hair and combs through it with trembling fingers. 

“S-sure.” 

Don’t worry, later you showed him how it’s done ;)

… meaning you let him lay his head on your stomach then. Geez, get ur head outta the gutter, guys. 

Nishinoya Yuu: 

SPEAKING OF PERVERTS

Just kidding, this strong boi treats you like a queen. 

“Spread your legs, Yuu.”

“Oh, FUCK YEAH!” 

Except for that. You can only giggle when he spreads his legs wide instantly, relaxing a hand behind his head while the other rests on his chest.

With a grin, you clamber onto the bed and slip between his legs, resting your head on his stomach. 

Nishinoya instantly combs his free hand through your hair while you hum in delight against him.

‘Cause you guys do this all the time. Because this is how you cuddle. 

He loves feeling like he’s taking care of you, and this is just one of the many ways he does. 

When you ask him to spread his legs, he knows it’s because you’re cold and want snuggles, and this tiny boy absolutely loves to provide for you. 

Once, when you tried to move after he had fallen asleep, his legs literally wrapped around you and trapped you against his chest. It was warm tho, so you couldn’t complain.

Anytime, whenever you’re watching a movie or just plain old taking a nap, he loves the feeling of you between his legs. 

If it’s a scary movie or you’re having a nightmare and you whimper into his chest, he’ll just coo and massage your scalp until you calm down. We’re talking hairdresser-level scalp massages. 

Noya is good with his hands, it’s confirmed.

As I said before, he loves to take care of you, and you asking him to spread his legs isn’t an uncommon occurrence whenever you two hang out. 

Now this doesn’t mean he doesn’t get a little too excited sometimes...

Miya Atsumu:

First of all, y’all are just laying in the grass courtyard studying.

Well, you’re studying. He’s just basking in the sun and trying to fuck with you in any way he can. 

When you finish (or more like give up) your studying is when you ask order him.

“Spread your legs.”

His brow raises oH fUcK, then he does that lil smirk.

“Oh really? Here? YN, you naughty girl.”

You’re dead tired. “Shut up perv, I just wanna cuddle.”

“What if I wanna do more than cuddle?” *waggles eyebrows*

“Suffer.” 

You spread his legs apart and he silently inhales, trying not to choke on air. 

When you crawl up between his thighs, he tenses up and the smirk on his face falters a bit. 

Then you rest your cheek on his stomach and wrap your arms around him like a teddy bear and he’s like “oh.”

There’s not really much he can do. He doesn’t wanna push you off bc nO but he also wants to keep up his suave, self-controlled appearance. 

But that’s not how biology works.

His hands settle into your hair and he’s hoping if you fall asleep fast enough, you won’t notice. So he starts brushing through your tangled strands and holding you closer to keep you warm.

I mean, you were really tired after studying, right?

Wrong.

“Atsumuuuu.”

“Sorry babe, but this is mostly your fault, just sayin.”

Yeah so um, next time you wanna lay on his stomach, just kinda say it, cuz this boy is all about gettin’ it onnn.

You’re too pure for him to handle

The Claw (Nishinoya x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Claw machines are unfair, and your boyfriend is seriously impatient. You see where this is going, right?

A/N: Just another imagine I got to write thanks to this prompt by @otpdisaster​. Seriously, if you ever get writer’s block, go check them out, they’re a godsend. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 914

        Buzz buzz.

        The call scared you out of your homework induced trance. After a certain point, you knew you had to give up on zoning out while glaring at the laptop screen. With a sigh, you snatched up your phone and answered. 

        “Hello?”

        “YN!” There’s a muffled screeching in the background of the call that sounds suspiciously like your name. 

        “Tanaka? What’s going on?”

        “You need to come-” his voice breaks away in a chuckle. “You need to come to the mall right now!”

        “Umm, why?”

        “Just come!” The noises in the background become louder and more frantic. “And bring butter!”

        “Why do I-” the call ends before you can ask what the hell is going on, and why a dairy product seems to be the solution to whatever mess your boyfriend’s best friend has gotten into. 

        “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” you mumble under your breath, still staring at your phone with wide eyes. Well, it’s better than doing homework on a Saturday. With a shrug, you grab your jacket and your keys, getting ready to drive to the disaster zone. 

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        It’s not much, but it's the best you could find on such short notice, and with such little spare change in your pocket. Walking into the mall with a tub of ‘I Can’t Believe it’s Not Butter’ held in your grasp, you anxiously search for the bald volleyball player. 

        “Ooh, there he is!” Your eyes catch on his signature buzz cut and you make a beeline for him. “Tanaka! Hey!”

        The arcade he stands in is dim with neon green lights flashing from the ceiling like a disco. Children shout excitedly and button-mash on the machines like no tomorrow while you shoulder through a crowd of people to grab his arm. 

        “Hey!” You’re barely audible over the sounds of tickets printing and Pac-Man chomping, so you raise your voice to a shout. “Why did you need this?” You hold up the tub in front of his face and he can only guffaw at the sight of you.

        “Oh hey YN! I’m so glad you could make it!” He snickers once more before stepping away from the claw machine he had been standing in front of. “Noya, look who’s here!”

        “Fuck you, man!” Your boyfriend, who had been hidden by the taller stature of Tanaka, is seated on the floor, one arm lodged up the prize door of the machine while the other flips off his friend. 

        The bald man only laughs harder, pressing an arm against his stomach while howls. You, on the other hand, can only gape at the sight.

        “Yuu, what are you doing?!” He rubs the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly. 

        “I wanted to get you the little stuffed cat,” he points at the toy with the hand wedged in the machine, fingers just barely visible inside the glass. “But this stupid machine,” he smacks the side of it with a sneer, “totally cheated me!”

        The sentiment made your heart flutter, but the sight made you giggle and avoid eye contact. 

        “Hey!”

        “I’m sorry! It’s just,” you gesture at his predicament, “you know… fucking hilarious!” You can’t hold it in any longer as you join Tanaka in busting a gut while Nishinoya miserably slumps onto the arcade floor. 

        “You guys suck.” You both die laughing at his grumble, holding onto each other for support just in case someone topples over. 

        It doesn’t take long before you get spotted.

        “Excuse me!” It’s a young employee of the arcade, and he looks just about done with all of you from the get-go. “Kid, I’m gonna have to ask you to remove your hand from the machine.” 

        “I’m older than you!” Nishinoya kicks his legs against the ground indignantly and you have to bite your lip to contain yourself. “Plus,” he purses his lips, “I’m stuck.”

        The employee sighs and smacks his palm against his forehead. “I’ll go get the butter.”

        “Oh, no need,” you hold up your grocery store purchase like a prized possession, “I already got some.” The younger man quirks his brow at you before accepting the item and whipping out a handy butter knife from his back pocket. You and Tanaka both gawk and glance at each other at the sight of his preparedness. 

        “Every Goddamn day,” he mutters before getting to work. 

        While Nishinoya’s situation is dealt with, you leave the scene with a promise that you’ll be back to Tanaka. About thirty minutes later, your boyfriend is free as a bird and you pop up in front of him with a gift.

        “Here,” you hand him a stuffed cat with a victorious smirk. Amazement overcomes his features and his jaw drops at the gift. He wiggles excitedly and captures you in a hug, but his appreciation of your present doesn’t last long.

        “Wait,” he pulls away and the overjoyed grin falls from his face. “How did you get this?!” His eyes narrow with suspicion while he observes the toy from all angles like it was a fake.

        “I won it,” you announce proudly.

        “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!” 

        If only he knew you were now out forty bucks.

Bad Sleeping Habits (Nishinoya x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: You and Nishinoya have some pretty weird sleeping habits. 

A/N: Just some little shorts for my favorite boy bc he’s the best! My god, if you want to love life, please search up the weirdest things people have said in their sleep. You will die laughing. Anyways, please enjoy!

Word count: 1068

        “DON'T FORGET THE APPLES!” You flinch out of your sleep to find your boyfriend sitting straight up in bed, eyes still closed.

       “Yuu, what the hell’s-”

       “GODDAMN GOPHERS… ate my… fucking carrots.” He flops back down onto the bed, letting out a loud snore as the mattress shakes from his fall. You lie beside him, eyes still open wide with fear.

       “What the fuck was that?” you whisper to yourself, scratching the side of your head and watching Nishinoya warily. After he stays silent for a while, aside from a couple snores similar to a honking semi, you slowly close your eyes once more and cuddle back into his side, smiling when his arms instinctively wrap around you.

                               ~~~

       “Pizza.” Nishinoya’s eyes blink open and quickly adjust to the dark bedroom.

       “Babe?”

       “Pizza babies,” you mumble beside him, worming your way out of bed and blindly trudging out of the room with unopened eyes. 

       “YN?” Nishinoya huffs before clambering out of bed and following your sleep-walking path. “What are you doing?” 

       “SHHH!” you harshly hiss against your finger. “Don’t blow our cover!” Your voice is slow and mumbled, and you are visibly unconscious during your actions. Nishinoya covers his mouth and snickers while you stumble into the kitchen, hands feeling blindly for something.

       “Hehe,” you giggle softly as you caress a watermelon before snatching it up and walking past your highly-confused boyfriend. He trails behind you as you step back into the bedroom and set it on the windowsill. 

       “YN, whatcha doin’ now?” He observes you as you pet the fruit like an animal.

       “The cat likes to see the sun rise,” you smile blissfully, stroking the melon once more before stumbling back to bed and passing out in the middle of the sheets. 

       Nishinoya glances at you, then at the watermelon, then at you again. He rubs his temples and grumbles, “We don’t even have a cat,” before nudging over your body and falling into the bed beside you. He’s too awake now, so he settles for watching you converse randomly in your slumber until his alarm goes off. 

       “I have clown school tomorrow.”

       “Oh really?” Nishinoya smiles at you.

       “Goddamn Tina’s always late though. Fuck Tina.” 

       Jesus, poor Tina, he thought.

                               ~~~

       The comparative sound of a loud, rapturous trumpet echoes throughout your room, disturbing you from your peaceful slumber. The stench that follows urges you to flee the bed and air out the blanket.

       “What the hell was that noise?” Nishinoya grumbles, opening one eye to look at you while you continue the necessary task. Your shirt is lifted over your nose to prevent further nasal contamination.

       “You ripped ass.”

       “Oh.” He nods before closing his eye and returning to sleep once more.

                               ~~~

       “Oooh, right there,” you whined. Nishinoya smiles in his sleep before turning and gazing at you.

       “Right there, huh?” he eggs you on with a smirk. You nod and whimper.

       “Mmhmm,” your voice is breathless. “Don’t move it.” His brow twitches in confusion.

       “You don’t want me to move? At all?” You sigh happily.

       “Yeah, keep it there.” Your nose scrunches up and you shiver while biting your lip. “Mmm, then put that one there.”

       “There’s another one?” Nishinoya’s eyes widen. Who the hell were you also picturing while you were dream-fucking him?

       “Yeah, there’s seven-hundred of them,” you scoff.

       Suddenly, Nishinoya doesn’t want to play this game anymore. “S-seven hundred?” he hesitantly gulps, “What’s wrong with just having the one?” He’s not sure if he wants to hear the answer.

       “If you’re gonna whine so much, then don’t help me build my fucking puzzle, Noya.”

                               ~~~

       “I don’t wanna die.” Your eyes fly open and you groan. It’s 4 am, what now? “I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all…” your boyfriend’s voice trails off and he begins to hum under his breath to a random tune. It was vaguely familiar to you, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. Then his tempo sped up and his hands began to pat the mattress rhythmically.

       “I see a little silhouetto of a man,” Nishinoya suddenly speaks up once more.

       “Bum, bum, bum, will you…” he slows down once more and you think his solo is finally finished, thank God.

       “THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING, VERY, VERY FRIGHTENING, ME!” You screech in terror at his sudden outburst and roll off the bed. The room grows silent while you stare at the ceiling on the cold, wooden floor. Then your boyfriend’s head pops into view after he groans, finally, finally awake.

       “YN?” he asks in a gruff tone. Although you want to revel in his husky morning voice like you normally would, you’re currently busy being totally pissed off at him.

       “Yes?”

       “What are you doing on the floor?” Your eye twitches at the question.

       “It looked lonely.”

       ~~~

       “Hey YN!” Tanaka waves at you while you enter their gym just as they finish practice. He jogs over to you and Nishinoya spots his actions in the distance. 

       “Tanaka, no!” Your boyfriend sprints towards you and his friend, but he’s not fast enough this time.

       “Did you know he screamed out your name in the middle of our overnight stay at the volleyball camp?!” Tanaka erupts into cackles and holds his stomach while you giggle along with him. Nishinoya tackles him to the ground before popping up in front of you and pointing an accusatory finger.

       “Don’t you dare laugh, we both do some weird-ass shit!” he warns, throwing a warning glare at Tanaka when he begins to howl happily at the information.

       “I’m not surprised, honestly,” you shrug, stepping closer to your boyfriend and holding his hand, “I’m more flattered than anything, I promise.” You give him a loving smile and Nishinoya returns the expression. 

       “I’m glad,” he draws you closer to you before whispering, “Now how about I help you return the favor.” You bite your lip and nod, following as well as you can while your energetic boyfriend hastily leads you home. 

       “OH YN!” A familiar voice mockingly moans in the distance. 

       “Shut up, Tanaka!”

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Timeskip Nishinoya

warnings: Suggestive/smut,swearing

Notes: Yes i did cringe multiple times while writing this, yes i dont know why i decided to write this. Lmk if you want part 2.

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You weren’t supposed to have favorites.

But the way Nishinoya looked at you from across the court, sweat-slick and grinning like he just won the damn lottery? Yeah, you were in trouble from day one.

It started as a joke — friends who just “helped each other out.” Post-practice hangouts that got handsy. Casual, no-strings-attached, totally chill.

Except tonight, he was already flushed before you even touched him.

His apartment smelled like the cheap body wash he always used, and there he was — on the couch, bouncing his knee, eyes wide the second you stepped inside.

“You took forever,” he said, voice breathy and impatient.

“I told you I was showering,” you said with a lazy smile, dropping your bag and sauntering over.

He bit his lip, shifting where he sat. “Yeah, but… I was thinking about you. And now I can’t sit still.”

You tilted your head, eyes dragging down his bare arms, over his tank top, to the telltale tent in his sweatpants. “You could’ve waited for me, hmm?”

He whined — an actual, needy whimper. “I tried, but you’re mean and hot and you take your sweet time on purpose—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and he melted instantly, fingers clutching at your shirt, pulling you into his lap like you were oxygen.

“Y/N…” he breathed against your mouth, hips shifting under you. “Need you— I’m serious, please don’t tease tonight.”

“Why not?” you asked sweetly, grinding down just enough to make him gasp. “I like hearing you beg.”

And oh, he did.

He was a squirmy mess beneath you, hands trembling where they gripped your hips, trying not to buck up too hard. His breath hitched every time your fingers slipped under his shirt, every time your lips brushed his neck.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he whined, high and wrecked. “You always do this—act all cute and then ruin me.”

You hummed against his throat. “You love it.”

“…Maybe.”

By the time you had him sprawled out across the couch, flushed and panting, shirt pulled halfway off and sweatpants barely hanging on, his attitude was long gone. What was left was just Nishinoya — needy, sensitive, so easy to unravel.

“Y/N,” he moaned, hips rolling up into your touch, eyes half-lidded and desperate. “Please, I can’t—just do something—anything—please—”

You covered his mouth with yours to shut him up — not that you really wanted him quiet. His sounds were addictive.

You break away from the kiss to remove his sweatpants and boxers at once. Your eyes snap to his lower half, drinking in the sight of his muscular thighs and hard, aching cock, practically begging to be touched. Noya desperately tugged the hem of your skirt

Seeing the pure want in his eyes, you cant help but tease him a little, despite the ache between your legs.

You slowly take your skirt off, watching his pupils grow wide with lust. Noya lets out a soft groan of both annoyance and desire — desperate for you to end the torturous teasing, his hand goes to your hip, his fingers hooking your underwear, pulling them down.

"F-fuck..."

He watches as you sit yourself in his lap, straddling his hips — Nishinoya reaches over to his wallet and pulls out a condom, opening the wrapper with his teeth and rolling it on. You give his cock a few strokes, making sure its secure, he lets out a needy noise.

"P-please, Y/N...put it in..."

Your eyes trail back up to his face, he is softly panting, waiting for you to give him the relief he desperately craves. You give him a mischievous smile.

"Beg."

Noticing the look on your look on your face and the position he is in, makes him realise he is like putty in your hands. His breath hitched as he looked up at you, cheeks flushed and eyes wide with lust. His fingers gripped your hips, moving you closer, voice trembling as he whispered, "Please, Y/N… I need you—need your hands on me, need you to make me feel good. I’ve been thinking about you all day and I can’t take it anymore. Don’t tease, just—please, touch me. I’ll be good, I promise…"

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His hands were trembling where they gripped your thighs, nails digging in just enough to leave little marks. He was already wrecked — flushed from head to toe, sweat clinging to his chest, eyes glassy with need.

You hovered over him, dragging your fingers along his stomach, watching every twitch of his muscles. He whined.

“Y/N… please,” he breathed, voice cracking. “I can’t— I need you so bad, please, please…”

You smiled down at him, slow and cruel. “You’ve been begging for what, ten minutes? You sound so pretty when you’re desperate, baby.”

“I’ll be good,” he gasped, hips bucking up instinctively, only to groan when you pressed him back down. “I swear I’ll be so good—just ride me, I need to feel you, I can’t take it anymore—”

Finally — finally — you let yourself sink down onto him, slow and steady.

He choked out your name like a prayer, head falling back against the pillows, mouth open in a silent moan. His fingers clutched at your hips like he was trying to ground himself, but he couldn’t stop trembling.

“F-Fuck, you feel so good—so tight—oh my god, don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

You leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “Was it worth the wait, Noya?”

He nodded frantically, moaning into your shoulder. “So worth it—please don’t stop—ride me just like that, I’m gonna lose my mind—”

And you did — slow at first, then faster, until all he could do was cry out your name over and over.

“Nngh—Y/N, I—fuck, I’m gonna—”

His voice cracked, raw and frantic, hands clinging to you like he’d float away if he let go. You leaned in, kissing his cheek, whispering against his skin, “It’s okay, baby… let go. I’ve got you.”

And he did — falling apart with a strangled moan, body tensing beneath you as he came into the condom, shivering through it, chest rising in shallow bursts. You stayed with him the whole way down, cumming with him. One hand cradling the back of his neck, the other stroking his side gently.

He whimpered your name, quieter this time. Dazed. Vulnerable in a way only you ever got to see.

You kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, then his fluttering pulse.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. “You did so good.”

Noya let out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. There was nothing cocky in them now — just warmth. Gratitude. Something close to love, but neither of you said it.

You cleaned him up with soft touches, slow and careful, tossing the condom and grabbing a warm cloth. He squirmed a little at the contact, still sensitive, but didn’t stop you — just reached for your hand when you were done, tugging you down beside him.

His face found your neck instantly, breath warm against your skin. “Don’t leave yet,” he mumbled. “I wanna hold you a little longer.”

You slid an arm around him, pulling the blanket up over both of you.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered.

And in that quiet, wrapped in the mess of tangled sheets and soft breathing, it was clear: this wasn’t just casual anymore.

Not even close.

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Jealously: Nishinoya

The Italian coast had a way of folding people into it.

The small harbor town of Portoscala wasn’t marked on most maps, but it was the kind of place that pulled you in by scent and sound alone—basil, brine, the sharp bark of espresso machines, the hiss of fishing lines cutting into saltwater. The houses stacked up the hillside in sun-washed pastels, terracotta roofs leaning toward one another like gossiping old women, and each morning bloomed in gold, dust, and noise.

Nishinoya had been living there for almost a year.

He liked the simplicity. The rhythm. He fished in the early morning when the water was still like glass and the mist clung to the backs of boats. He traded with the locals for olives, lemons, sun-warped tomatoes. He learned to speak enough Italian to argue over coffee but kept to himself when he could. That is—until the morning he saw the shop.

It was tucked quietly between buildings like it had grown there, ivy tumbling down the stucco in lazy loops. Not flashy. Just a wide, sun-fogged window and a crooked, hand-painted sign that read: “STAMPE DI PESCI – Art of the Sea.”

He might have passed it—would’ve passed it—if not for what he saw in the window.

A fish. Flattened. Inked. Pressed onto thick, textured paper with no signature, no flourish. Just the clean, solemn truth of its shape. It hit him like a wave. Not the artwork—though it was stunning—but the memory it dragged up from deep inside him.

Gyotaku.

He hadn’t seen it in years. Not since Japan. Not since he was a kid trailing behind his grandfather at the docks, watching weathered hands lift up fish with reverence. Not since he learned the words “This is how you honor the catch.”

He didn’t hesitate. He walked straight in.

The bell above the door jingled. The smell inside was rich and unfamiliar—sumi ink, sea salt, rosemary from the windowsill. The walls were lined with delicate scrolls, prints hung to dry on twine lines, their outlines crisp and real, as if they might still swim.

And there you were.

Barefoot, sleeves rolled to the elbows, brush in hand. You were crouched over a long table near the back, smoothing the belly of a halibut with fingers stained black at the tips. Your hair was tied up but loose in places, ink streaked across your cheek in a streak you hadn’t noticed yet.

You looked up at the sound of the bell, blinking once before smiling. “Can I help you?”

He opened his mouth, paused, then blurted, “Where’d you learn to do that?”

You stood, wiping your hands on your apron. “Gyotaku? From an artist in Hokkaido. I lived there for a few months.”

“I’m from Miyagi,” he said. “My jii-chan showed me once. Said it was… respectful.”

You nodded. “It is. It’s also beautiful.”

He stepped closer, eyes flicking over the work laid out on your table. They weren’t just prints. They were preserved motion. Like each fish had whispered something to you, and you'd sealed it in ink.

“I fish,” he said suddenly. “A lot.”

That made you laugh. “Lucky me.”

From that day forward, he brought you fish. Not for money. Not for trade. Just… because.

You specialized in gyotaku: honoring a fish's form by inking it and pressing it into rice paper. Some saw it as odd, but Nishinoya understood it immediately. "You're printing souls," he’d said once, eyes wide. "You're like... a fish priest." You laughed so hard you smudged your sleeve in ink.

Sometimes he brought tuna. Sometimes eels. Once, a marlin.

“Found this guy giving me attitude,” he said, setting the marlin down with a triumphant grin that practically gleamed in the sunlight. His shirt was half-untucked, sleeves rolled to the elbows, and there was a visible scrape down one forearm you suspected had a very fishy origin. “I spotted him darting through the current like he thought he could out-swim me. I told him, ‘No chance. You’re going straight to her studio.’ It was like he knew you’d been looking at other marlins.”

You squinted at him, folding your arms. “Wait. Are you saying you chased down a marlin because you were jealous of hypothetical fish?”

He looked at you with complete sincerity. “He was flashy. Had that whole deep-sea bad boy look. I wasn’t taking chances.”

You stared. “Yuu. Did you wrestle a marlin because you got jealous of how it looked?”

He shrugged, utterly unapologetic. “I mean, I won. So… not that weird, right?”

What he didn’t know was that your manager, back in Tokyo, had recently started sending rare fish your way for commissioned prints. They were oddities—deep-sea rarities with exotic fins and unusual shapes, packed in sleek crates with dry ice and impersonal paperwork. It was nothing personal. Just a business arrangement. Your agent insisted the pieces would catch the eye of collectors and museums. You weren’t even sure you liked it. The fish felt clinical. Shipped from a catalogue. Still, you printed them, because sometimes art meant compromise.

One morning, you were laying a freshly defrosted anglerfish onto your press table, arranging the fins just so, when the studio door creaked open.

“That’s not mine,” Nishinoya said flatly.

You glanced up, brush poised midair. “No. It’s from my manager. Special commission.”

He didn’t respond. Not immediately. He just crossed his arms, standing there in the doorway like he'd been slapped with a cold towel. His brows furrowed hard enough to crease the space between them, and his eyes flicked between the anglerfish and you like he wasn’t sure which of you he felt more betrayed by.

“Yuu?” you asked, already hearing the shift in his silence.

“So now you’re just taking fish from whoever sends them?” he muttered, voice sharp around the edges but too controlled to be casual. There was disbelief there—wounded pride dressed up in sarcasm. His posture was all puffed-up defensiveness, hands tucked under his arms, one foot tapping absently against the tile.

You blinked. “It’s for a commission. I didn’t pick it. They just send them.”

“Uh-huh,” he muttered, still eyeing the fish like it had personally flirted with you.

“Yuu—”

“I just thought I was your fish guy,” he said, louder now, pacing a few steps forward before turning on his heel. “Guess I got replaced by some frozen deep-sea glow stick.”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Tried not to laugh. You really tried.

“A glow stick?”

He shot you a look, scowl deepening. “With teeth. Look at it! That thing’s got more spikes than a sea urchin in a blender.”

You set the brush down and crossed the room, reaching out to tug gently at his sleeve. “Yuu. Come on.”

He let you pull him a little closer, though he kept his head turned stubbornly to the side.

“You are my fish guy. My ridiculous, dramatic, jealous fish guy. Who once named a swordfish after me and then told the whole pier she was impossible to catch.”

He sniffed. “To be fair, she was very stubborn. And she slapped me. Right in the nose.”

You bit back a grin. “Exactly my point.”

His eyes flicked to you finally—brown and bright and still a little hurt, like he wasn’t quite ready to admit how much the whole thing had gotten under his skin.

Without a word, you reached beneath your worktable and pulled out a wrapped scroll, tied carefully with twine. “I was saving this for your birthday, but… now seems like a good time.”

He took it hesitantly, brow furrowed, and began to unroll it.

The moment the marlin came into view, he froze. The print was bold—ink sweeping across the paper in clean, elegant lines. Powerful. Still. The exact shape of the fish he’d caught for you weeks ago. You’d captured its spirit perfectly, the curve of its body frozen in motion like it was still alive.

“I made this for you,” you said softly. “I couldn’t hang it in the studio. It didn’t feel right. It’s yours.”

He stared down at the paper like it was something sacred. His fingers tightened around the edges.

“You’re not crying, are you?” you teased gently.

“No,” he said quickly, voice higher than usual and cracking a little at the end. “I just got fish guts in my eye or something.”

You laughed, and he stepped forward to pull you into him, one arm wrapping tight around your waist, the other holding the scroll safely behind your back like it was too precious to wrinkle.

“I’m still your number one fish guy, right?” he murmured into your shoulder.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Always.”

He pulled back just enough to grin, the edges of it crooked and boyish. “Even if I name the next one after your middle name?”

“Yuu.”

He laughed into your neck. “Fine. But she better be as stubborn as you.”