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[hispipsqueak]

Heyyyyy

I know I've been MIA for a bit

But I have news.

I met and hugged and had a full ass convo with Tsukki's VA. 😁😁

That is all.

Be back soon 💋 - pip

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[hispipsqueak]

Training Camp

Tsukishima x F!Reader - fluff

TW: college au, drinking mention, mild cursing, jealousy, pretty fluffy. There is one mention of reader having long hair.

A/N: wake up besties, Pip posted. I’ve been writing this off and on for like months just as a comfort fluff piece but I decided to finaly share it after some sweet feedback. I hope you like it. It’s v self-indulgent bc i am a SIMP. 

Everyone is 18+

Hinata was yelling.

Tsukishima rubbed his temple. It was 6 AM and the team was on their way to an intercollegiate training camp. He was not excited. The cold bus was a stark contrast to the soft warm bed he left too early this morning.

The training camp was going to gather a few different schools so he was going to see his friends, Bokuto and Kuroo. He was hoping to work on a few more blocks with them, to improve his playing. However, having to deal with HInata and Nishinoya on the bus was testing his patience.

"Screaming isn't going to make you any taller, idiot." He hissed at Hinata. Hinata made a face and was about to shout back until he was interrupted by Ukai.

"We are pulling into the camp. I expect you guys to be on your best behavior as you're representing Karasuno University." He parked the bus and the guys started loading out their bags. Everyone was buzzing, excited to see their friends and test out new skills. Tsukishima pulled his headphones around his ears and started moving his bags to the team dorms.

"OI TSUKKI!" A boisterous voice shouted from behind him. He was immediately enveloped in a hug that lifted his tall frame off the ground.

"Bokuto...it's like 7 AM." Akaashi muttered, wiping sleep from his eyes. He nodded at Tsukishima who was grateful toward the dark-haired man for getting the giant owl to let him go.

"Tsukishima! Aren't you glad to see us?" Another cocky voice came from the corner. Kuroo sauntered in before clapping him on the shoulder. Tsukishima rolled his eyes.

"I feel like I see enough of you two, especially since you added me to a groupchat that you won't let me leave."

"To be fair, they won't let us leave either." Kenma muttered from behind his Switch. Akaashi chuckled in agreement.

"Anyway, Karasuno better be prepared because the practice matches are gonna go HARD!" Kuroo said laughing. Kenma rolled his eyes and they headed back to the Nekoma dorms. Bokuto's laugh echoed in the hallway and Tsukishima was just grateful the actual practice wasn't starting for another two hours so he could nap.

"Welcome all to the intercollegiate training camp for 2020! We are glad to have you all here!" The man running the camp said. He was an older athletic coach and was going to assist with match setup and drills, though individual matches and team practices would be run by each respective coach.

"Sorry I'm late, I got stuck in traffic!" You said running into the gym, tossing your bag on the nearest bench.

"Ah! Glad to see you –" The older coach started before the yelling commenced.

"Y/N!!!" Bokuto shouted, running and spinning you around. Kuroo ran up as well and gave you a tight squeeze.

"GUYS STOP HOGGING HER!" Noya shouted before running up to squeeze a hug in as well.

It seemed all the older boys knew who you were, though Tsukishima had never seen you before. A few other guys shouted greetings and waved, from each team. You smiled and Tsukishima felt his body grow tingly. He rolled his neck and focused on the older coach, who began speaking again.

"As many of you know, this is Y/N. She's our resident medic and will be taking care of anything you guys need. Y/N, a few words?"

You grinned. "Hello guys! I'm glad to be back here. As Coach Sato said, I am Y/N, your medic. Please meet with me before you leave today to get my contact info in case anything occurs after hours and you need assistance. I'm in the Medic dorm, so feel free to come see me whenever!"

You bowed slightly and waved before turning back to the older man.

Tsukishima wasn't sure why he felt restless all of a sudden but he pushed it out of his mind as the coach discussed the agenda for the day.

----

Day one was grueling. The drills were tough and since everyone had vastly improved, everyone had to work harder to top each other. Tsukishima saw you a couple of times, discussing things with Coach Ukai and Coach Sato. You were always smiling, and it seemed everyone was drawn to you. You complimented Daichi on his receives, laughed with Tanaka and Noya, and even got Kageyama to crack a smile. You were walking towards where Tsukishima stood when a guy from another team skidded across the floor, 

You jogged over to pull him up and check him over. Tsukishima couldn’t help but feel a pang of something...wash over him. Why was he so...aware of everything you did? You were just some girl whom he didn’t even know. Yet, like everyone else at the camp, he was drawn to you for some reason. He had to snap out of it. He put all his effort into playing for the rest of the session and even Daichi complimented his newfound energy.

They were wrapping up for the day and Tsukishima headed to the bench to grab some water when he felt a soft voice calling his name. He turned around and you grinned at him.

“You’re...Tsukishima Kei right? I’m Y/N! Sorry to bug you, I just wanted to give you my number.”

Tsukishima gulped, swallowing too much water. His face reddened as he tried not to spit up water all over you. You laughed, the sound pouring over his heart like warm honey, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Sorry! That sounded weird. It’s just in case something happens I can rush over if you need medical assistance. Sometimes you’ll get hurt in practice and walk it off only for the pain to worsen late at night or something. So don’t be afraid to text me any time of day, if needed.”

He nodded and handed you his phone. You input your number and smiled before heading over to speak with the coaches again. He looked at his phone.

Y/N 🚑 😉

Fuck.

----

“Tsukki!” Bokuto’s booming voice echoed across the hall. Tsukishima looked up from his book.

“Kuroo, Akaashi, Kenma, and I are gonna work on some blocks later. You should join us!” 

Tsukishima looked back down at his book. He was exhausted and about to tell Bokuto no until Kuroo walked into the room.

“Bo, I reserved the back gym and Y/N agreed to stay with us for practice tonight.” He said, tossing a volleyball in the air. “Tsukishima, you joining? Or are you too tired? I know you crows are weak.”

“Shut up, stupid cat. I’m fine and I need to practice some blocking anyway.” Tsukishima said a little too quickly.

Kuroo cocked an eyebrow. “You...you of all people are agreeing to extra practice? We have to drag you to spend time with us and now you are so...eager? Interesting…”

Kenma, who was behind him smashing buttons on his Switch, smirked without looking up from his screen.

“Probably because of Y/N.”

Kuroo let out his classic hyena cackle, eyes wide.

“NO! You have a thing for Y/N?” He asked incredulously.

Bokuto’s jaw dropped. “TSUKKI YOU LOVE Y/N?!”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, trying to hide the blush creeping up his ears. 

“No I don’t LOVE Y/N. I don’t even know her.” Tsukishima said, trying to remain casual.

“You wouldn’t stop staring at her the entire day. Every time she was on your side of the court, you slammed on the ball like some final boss. Also, you choked on your water when she talked to you.” Kenma said, still engrossed in his game.

Tsukishima glared at him. Kenma ignored him, unfazed. 

Kuroo grinned wickedly.

“So, we have a new plan. Get Tsukishima to confess to Y/N.”

Bokuto clapped. ‘YEAH! Tsukki, you gotta tell her how you feel.”

Tsukishima turned back to his book. “I don’t FEEL anything. I don’t even know her. I’ll see you guys tonight. To practice, not for some ridiculous love story.”

Kuroo and Bokuto shared a conspiratorial look.

Operation: Tsukki and Y/N was a go.

----

“Y/N! Fancy to see you here!” Bokuto said grinning mischievously. You furrowed your brow.

“Did Kuroo not tell you I was going to join you guys tonight?” You turned toward the raven-haired boy, who glared at Bokuto.

“Yes, Bokuto just doesn’t listen. Anyway, we are just waiting for one more...there you are!” Kuroo threw a megawatt smile to someone behind you. You spun around to come face to chest with Tsukishima. His gaze narrowed as he looked down at you. You gave a small smile and cautiously stepped back.

“Oh! Tsukishima. I didn’t realize you’d be joining! Great, because I don’t know if I can handle these four by themselves.” You smiled, gesturing to Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, and Akaashi. 

Kuroo tossed a volleyball up in the air. “Now that we are all here, let’s practice.” You took this as your cue, to head to the sidelines and finish up work for the day. Once you were safely out of earshot, Kuroo leaned in towards Tsukishima.

“‘This is your chance. Show her how good you play. We’ll even go easy on you!”

Tsukishima shook his head.

“I’m not here for some girl. I’m here to get better and improve. Play me to win or don’t play.” His honey-tinted eyes held a fire behind them that Kuroo had never seen before. He shrugged and the boys split up on either side of the net to start practicing.

You watched them from the sidelines, while filling out your reports for the day. You knew most of the guys from previous training camps. Tsukishima, being a first year, hadn’t met you until today and you didn’t get a whole lot of time to interact with him throughout practice so you could tell he still hadn’t warmed up to you just yet.

You watched as the guys jumped, and methodically blocked the ball from scoring on their respective sides. It was amazing to see really, especially because you knew these guys outside of the court. Akaashi, who was one of the sweetest people you knew, was slamming the ball over the net like a man in war. Bokuto, who normally was all over the place, was hyper focused on preventing the ball from passing the wall of him and Tsukishima. Even Kenma, who normally showed very little passion outwardly, did an impressive dig to stop the ball from hitting the floor.

You tried to gauge some sort of personality from Tsukishima. He was methodical, calculating every move from each member and putting himself in a way that forced his opponents to do what he wanted. His demeanor changed from apathetic to focused and driven and for a first year, he had a lot of skill. You hadn’t had a chance to really gauge who he was outside of a first impression so you made a mental note to focus more on him in the coming week.

Your phone buzzed, pulling you away from the practice.

Yūji : hey bbygirll ;P

You rolled your eyes. Terushima was always overly flirtatious, though harmless.

Y/N: Hey Yuuji, what’s up?

Yūji : throwing a party ths wknd N u better goooo ;)

Y/N: mmm...maybe. Who’s all going to be there?

Yūji : literally evry1. Tendou n Ushiwaka, Oikawa�� (🤢) and those guys from Seijoh, some guys from inarizaki, maybe some from ur training camp thing, and YOU

Y/N: FINE. But I might bring backup since last time I had to take care of your drunk ass.

Yūji : :D can’t wait to see you

“Y/N!” 

You looked up. The guys had finished their practice and were staring at you. 

“Sorry, Terushima was talking about some party this weekend. You guys going?”

Kuroo nodded, “Thought about dragging Kenma to it. You going?”

You shrugged. “Maybe. I’ll go if you guys go, because I don’t wanna have to deal with that mess alone again.”

Bokuto laughed. “We should go together then. It will be a good way to end this week.”

He looked at Tsukishima. 

“You have to go with us Tsukki!”

Tsukishima shook his head. “No way. A party with loud, obnoxious drunk people? I’m fine, thanks.”

You giggled. 

“Come on Tsukishima! It’ll be nice to blow off steam from this week, plus I’d kill to see you at a party.”

Tsukishima looked over at you, his expression unreadable.

“Fine.” 

-----

The rest of the week was tough but fun. You got to see all the boys improve, and you even managed to get Tsukishima to crack a smile a few times. You couldn’t deny that you were showing a slight favoritism toward the tall blonde. You told yourself it was because he was so difficult to reach, but you couldn’t help but seek him out in each practice.

Turns out you didn’t have to look far today.

“Medic!” Coach Ukai shouted. You looked up from your clipboard and saw a group of boys crowded in the Karasuno area. You jogged over there and the boys cleared.

Tsukishima was standing in the center of the circle, clutching his hand. You could see it was red, swollen, and bleeding. You pulled on gloves, and started inspecting it, gently squeezing and prodding to see where the pain was at.

You pushed on his knuckle and he let out a low groan. 

“Ouch. It looks like you may have dislocated this. Come with me back to the medic bay, and I’ll patch you up.” You led him by the elbow to your office. He remained silent but you could hear his breathing had become heavy.

You motioned for him to sit in the chair as you started pulling out different creams and aids to ease the bleeding first. 

He hissed as you applied pressure to his finger.

“Sorry, Tsukishima. It’s just to stop the bleeding so we can start working on your knuckle. This is going to sting okay? So keep your eyes on mine.”

Your voice was soothing and he felt his heart slow down as you started pulling out some sort of tonic. You looked up at him and he tried to focus on anything else but the blush creeping on his face. You smiled at him and then…

“FUCK!”

The tonic you sneakily applied on his wound BURNED. You held his hand firmly, while avoiding the injured area.

“Don’t move too much or you could hurt yourself worse.” You said while wrapping a small bandage around his finger.

Your hands felt so delicate in his. He almost forgave you for the stinging. Almost.

“Okay, let’s look at the swelling. Can you move it at all?”

He tried and his finger gave a pathetic twitch.

“Okay, so that’s not broken. I think we’ll just splint it up, but you may want to follow up with your doctor if it becomes more of an issue after a couple of days.”

“Can I still play?” He asked. 

“Definitely not today, but you should be good to go by next week. Unfortunately, you’ll be out for the rest of this week.” You gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry.”

He exhaled slowly and nodded, though you could tell he was disappointed, which surprised you a little. You busied yourself putting away your tools and pulling out the wraps. “So you really like volleyball huh? Wait…sorry, of course you do. Just…I didn’t peg you for being so passionate.” Face burning, you turned around digging in a cabinet.

“I’m not like Bokuto or Hinata, if that’s what you mean.” His voice was quiet and you snuck a glance back at him. He was staring at his finger. You waited for him to continue but he stayed silent.

Grabbing the supplies you needed you sat in front of him and pulled your tray next to you. “Yeah those two can be a little…enthusiastic.” You laughed and reached for his hand. He hesitated a moment and you grinned. “No more tonics, I promise.”

His hand dwarfed yours and he felt his mouth go dry as you delicately ran bandages over the injury. Why did he suddenly become hyper aware of how close your knee was to his? He looked away, blood rushing in his ears. He suddenly realized it had gotten silent and you were looking at him. Fuck. “Uh, sorry.”

You smiled, that smile that made his hands tingle with electricity. “I was just asking if you were excited about the party this weekend.” 

Fuck, The party.

“I know, it can be a lot. But I’m glad you’re going. I’m excited to see you in party mode.” You winked and he felt his heart stop for a second. “Anyway, you’re all done.” You let go of his hand and he tried to push away the emptiness it felt now. “I’ll let Coach Ukai know and I’ll see you this weekend.”

—-

“Hey Tsukki…how was your chat?” Kuroo sidled up to Tsukishima who was sipping water on the bench. Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “What are you talking about?”

Bokuto slid on the opposite side, sandwiching Tsukishima in the middle. “So did you tell Y/N you love her?” 

Tsukishima glared at him. "No. And I don't love her. She just bandaged my finger."

"Oooh romantic. You guys were in there for a while." Kuroo said, winking. Tsukishima forced himself not to look in your direction, instead focusing intently on his water bottle. 

A whistle blew and the guys headed to their respective teams. Tsukishima allowed his gaze to wander over to you. You were looking at your phone, a small smile on your face. You must have felt his gaze because you looked up, meeting his eyes. You shot him a small grin, before you were distracted by Lev tripping on a mat. 

Tsukishima looked back down at the bandage wrapped neatly around his finger.

"Fuck."

—-

"Okay boys. We gotta make sure Tsukki looks good." Kuroo declared, dragging Kenma, Bokuto, and Akaashi behind him. 

Tsukishima looked up from his book. "What are you talking about?"

"The party tonight. You have to dress to impress. You want Y/N to fall for you, don't you?" Bokuto said, rummaging through the closet. Kuroo looked Tsukishima up and down. "Is that what you're wearing?"

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. "Yes. I don't need fashion advice from a rooster and an owl, thanks." He didn't mention that he had gone through three different shirts before settling on the current one he was wearing.

"He looks fine. We better get going anyway." Akaashi said, looking at his phone. Kuroo looked at Tsukishima smugly.

"Don't worry. She's meeting us there. So we can pep talk you on the way."

Tsukishima grabbed his jacket. "You are delusional. There's nothing between us." He turned away, trying to ignore the buzzing in his stomach. The guys headed to Bokuto's car, piling in as Bokuto drove to the party. 

—-

Bass boomed from the house and people were strewn everywhere. Tsukishima saw a few people he recognized as he walked in. Oikawa and his cronies laughing in the corner, the Miya twins dominating the beer pong table. Kuroo led them to Terushima, who was doing a shot of an amber liquid.

"Yo, where's Y/N?" Kuroo asked. Terushima made a face as the liquid went down, before pointing to the staircase. Tsukishima turned.

You looked incredible. Your hair was down from its usual ponytail, and it spilled down your back in long waves. You wore a tight shirt and jeans that hugged all of your curves and had that gorgeous smile on your face. You were standing next to Ushijima, listening intently to him discuss something before you nodded, replying back with something that made the large man smile. 

"Oi Y/N!!" Bokuto yelled, and you turned, blinking at the interruption. You excused yourself from Ushijima and walked to where the guys were standing. 

"Hey guys! Glad you finally made it-" You started before Osamu Miya tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around and he gave you a tight hug. "Hey come be my partner for this. `Tsumu got Suna and he's scary good." You nodded before waving a quick goodbye to the guys and followed Osamu to the beer pong table. 

"Don't worry Tsukki, she's just really popular. We need drinks." Bokuto said, dragging Tsukishima to the cooler in the kitchen. Tsukishima narrowed his eyes. "I'm not worried. I didn't come here for some girl."

Bokuto fished two beers out of the cooler, handing Tsukishima one. "Exactly. Play it cool. Girls love that." 

A cheer came from the beer pong table and Tsukishima glimpsed Osamu carrying you in a celebratory hug. 

"Tch."

Kuroo sidled up next to him. "Miya's been desperate forever. She won't give him a chance. In other news, Oikawa brought his fan club with him." He rolled his eyes, gesturing to the gaggle of girls that were whispering next to the pack of Seijoh boys. They were all young, way too young to be at this college party and definitely overdressed. Oikawa and his crew barely gave them a second look, choosing instead to laugh amongst themselves.

The tall one, Mattsukawa, Tsukishima thought his name was, turned to Oikawa and whispered something before stalking toward the table.

As Tsukishima watched, he headed toward you. He saw a glimpse pass between Osamu and him before Matsukawa approached you. You listened, before nodding and laughing, turning to say something to Osamu and walking back to Oikawa's group. Oikawa's fans shot daggers at you, as you hugged Oikawa and talked animatedly with the group. Tsukishima frowned into his drink. You were friendly with everybody. He didn't know why he had let Kuroo get into his head.

The room felt hot and he slipped out the back door. The cool night air was refreshing on his skin. The house was near a dock, which was probably not the safest for drunk people, but it was quiet. Tsukishima walked along the wooden planks, the party sounds dying down as he moved further away.

The moon was bright, reflected on the water. He remembered an old story his mom used to tell him, something about a kingdom on the moon. He sipped his drink. 

"There you are."

He turned around. You walked towards him and sat next to him at the edge of the dock. He became very aware of how alone you both were out here.

"I was looking for you. Guess parties aren't really your thing, huh?" You laughed, pulling a bottle of water out and taking a sip.

He shook his head. "People aren't really my thing." He cringed internally. Why did he sound so pretentious?

"I definitely understand that." You nodded, looking out towards the water.

He blinked. "You seem pretty popular." 

As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt his ears burn. Now you would think he was some crazy stalker, watching your every move. 

Surprisingly, you didn't seem fazed.

"I know a lot of people. It comes with the territory. But, sometimes I feel like…I don't know. None of them really know me? Ugh that sounds cliche, I know." You groaned. 

He laughed, in spite of himself. "That does sound cliche." 

You laughed. "Tsukishima! You're supposed to pretend I said something profound, not agree with me!"

Tsukishima shrugged, biting back a smile. He liked the way his name sounded on your tongue. You said it almost like a song, Tsukishima. 

You scooted closer to him on the dock. "But cliches are cliches for a reason, right? There's some truth to them, I think." Your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and you shivered. 

Tsukishima unzipped his jacket and draped it over you. "Here. Aren't medics supposed to be prepared for anything?"

You smiled, grateful for the warmth. "Well yeah, but then we can't steal jackets from grumpy volleyball players." You teased.

You were inches apart now. Tsukishima could see the glitter in your lip gloss, reflecting the moonlight. Your lips looked really soft. He felt his face burn and turned away, grateful for the darkness. 

The wind blew a heavy breeze and he shivered in spite of himself. Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around him. 

His pulse raced. He could feel his heartbeat in his ears and smell the sweet perfume you wore as it enveloped him. He froze and felt you shrink back.

"Sorry! I thought, since I stole your jacket I…uh…" You stammered and a buzzing noise came from your pocket. You fumbled with your phone and answered it. 

"Yeah. What?! No. No. So? Why did you- no please. Well can anyone else-? Uh-huh. But- I-..." You frowned as the line went dead. You looked upset, your brow furrowed and bit your lip. 

"Um, so that was Kuroo. Bokuto got drunk and threw up in the car and so he asked me to take you to the dorms since they don't have room. Um…yeah." You trailed off, fidgeting with the zipper on the jacket you wore. 

Tsukishima got the feeling you were not excited about spending time in a car with him. 

"I can just find a ride."

Your eyes widened. "No! I mean, I don't mind. We are going to the same place. Um, here's your jacket. I parked uh, pretty close so we can just head there right now." You hopped up, yanking his jacket off and handing it to him stiffly. He blinked and took it from your hands. You avoided his gaze and you led the way to your car. 

"Door is unlocked." You said and he opened the door. A waft of your perfume, that damned intoxicating scent, washed over him. He squeezed into the passenger seat and you fiddled with the radio, tuning to an old rock station before checking your mirrors and backing out.

Your hands drummed on the steering wheel as you drove, determined to not look at Tsukishima. He looked out the window, the tension in the car thick.

What happened to make you switch your mood so fast? You seemed jumpy, almost in fear of him and he was 1000% sure you would rather be anywhere else. 

You pulled into the parking lot of the dorms and stared straight ahead, your knuckles white. Tsukishima waited a moment before undoing his seatbelt.

"Er, thanks."

You nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

"Of course, no problem. Sleep well." He closed your door quietly so as to not disturb the dorms and slipped into his room.

You finally sighed, looking at your passenger seat where his dark jacket laid on the seat.

"Fuck."

—

Tsukishima quietly slipped through his door and flicked on the light.

"Hey hey hey how was it?!" Bokuto yelled and Akaashi shushed him. Tsukishima stumbled back.

"What the hell?"

Kuroo clapped him on the shoulder. "I told you, we got your back. So did you kiss her??" Even Kenma looked up from his game.

Tsukishima frowned. "No. What the hell? I thought you were drunk." He said, pointing at Bokuto.

Akaashi smiled. "Of course not. I wouldn't let him get drunk and drive." Bokuto nodded solemnly.

Kuroo shot his signature cat-like grin. “We told a tiny white lie. But more importantly, did you make a move?!”

The boys waited impatiently. Tsukishima sat down on his bed.

“No.”

Bokuto jumped up. “What?! Why Tsukki????” He cried out, Akaashi desperately trying to shush him.

Kuroo stared incredulously at Tsukishima. “What? Why not? You two looked cozy on the dock!” 

Tsukishima narrowed his eyes. “How did you see us at the dock?”

Kenma shrugged, turning back to his game. “It’s a Pokestop. I was trying to catch a Wartortle.”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. He looked at his phone, scrolling past your contact info, the winking emoji taunting him from the small screen.

Kuroo sat down beside him. “What happened, bro?”

Tsukishima took a deep breath.

“Nothing. We talked on the dock and then she got really weird and distant and it was very clear she did not want to give me a ride, thanks for that by the way, and she drove us here and barely spoke to me. She didn’t even look at me when I left.”

Three pairs of eyes stared at him stunned. 

“Wait, what? She was VERY clearly into you based on the picture Kenma sent us.” Kuroo said, scrolling through his phone. “Look.”

He pulled up a picture of you and Tsukishima sitting very close on the dock. It was blurry and far away but he could make out the image of you in midlaugh. If he hadn’t been there, he wouldn’t have believed that was the same girl who barely spoke two words the entire drive home.

“I don’t know! She just started stuttering and wouldn’t talk to me.” Tsukishima said, exasperated.

Bokuto looked close to tears. Akaashi hummed. “Well what happened before she started acting strange?”

Tsukishima thought back. “She was shivering because she was dumb and didn’t bring a jacket. I lent her mine and we were fine. And then she hugged me and when she pulled away she got distant.”

The room was silent. Then Kenma spoke up. “Did you hug her back?”

Kuroo laughed. “Of course he did Kenma, what kind of question is that?” He looked at Tsukishima and then frowned. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

Even Bokuto looked aghast. “You didn’t hug her back? She gives great hugs, what the hell, Tsukki!”

Akaashi cleared his throat. “I think what they are trying to say is, that was a stupid move. She thinks you rejected her.”

Tsukishima frowned. “What?! I didn’t have time to react. She was hugging me and I just…I froze, okay? I don’t do well with that stuff. By the time I realized what was happening, she was already handing me my jacket.”

Bokuto facepalmed. Kuroo grabbed Tsukishima by the shoulders, shaking him. “YOU LET HER GIVE YOUR JACKET BACK?!” 

Akaashi groaned. “So now she thinks you rejected her and probably only gave her your jacket out of necessity.” 

Even Kenma looked annoyed. “Practice is going to be weird tomorrow.”

Kuroo looked over at Tsukishima and frowned. “Wait, where’s your jacket?”

Tsukishima looked down.

“Fuck.”

—--

Tsukishima woke up and stared at the ceiling. Coach Ukai pounded at his door. 

“Up and at ‘em! Just because you’re finger’s broken doesn’t mean you can stay in bed!”

He sighed, throwing on his practice gear. He stared at his phone, willing a text to come in from you. Or maybe you would just pretend he didn’t exist. That might be helpful too. He stared at the ground.

Ukai pounded at the door again and Tsukishima sighed.

When he got to the gym, he glanced at the area you usually worked, near the coaches. There was no sign of you. He re-tied his laces, fiddling with the knots. 

“She’s not here yet.” Kuroo muttered from behind him. Tsukishima looked up. “Weird, because she’s never late.” He looked pointedly at Tsukishima before he headed back to the Nekoma team and Tsukishima frowned. 

With each slam of the door, he expected to see you saunter in, laughing as you carried your clipboard. When Coach Sato blew his whistle, you still hadn’t arrived.

“Teams, we expect some good matches today. As you may have noticed, Y/N is not here today as she is under the weather. If you have any injuries, please reach out to Coach Itto here who will assist you for the day.”

A short man bowed to the teams and Coach Sato blew the whistle again. 

Tsukishima headed to the area where Karasuno was stretching. Nishinoya was talking to Tanaka.

“Sucks that Y/N is sick today. I was gonna show her my new receive.” He said and Tanaka nodded. 

“I heard there was some wild party last night. Maybe she’s hungover?” He guessed, laughing. Sugawara, who was stretching next to them, frowned. “I doubt it. She’s responsible and wouldn’t do something like that. I hope she feels better soon.” He noticed Tsukishima staring. “Tsukishima, aren’t you two friends? If you see her, tell her we hope she feels better.”

Tsukishima looked down, saved by Ukai’s whistle. 

—-

Your phone buzzed.

Bokuto: Hey Hey! Are you feeling okay?

You smiled at the screen, typing a message back before collapsing onto your pillow.

Y/N: I’m okay, just a little under the weather. How about you?

Bokuto: I’m doing great! I gotta go tho because Akaashi is staring at me. Bye!

You grinned. He was definitely cheery for a person so drunk he threw up in his own car the night before. You sank back into bed.

You knew it was a coward’s solution, avoiding Tsukishima by missing practice. But ugh, you felt like an idiot. You were sure he liked you, he gave you his jacket for crying out loud. But then when you stupidly made a move, he just…stared at you. You shivered thinking about his look when you let go of him. Ugh, he probably thought you were some lovestruck schoolgirl. 

You groaned, covering your face with your blanket. Peeking out from under the covers, you spotted his jacket on your desk. He had been so freaked out, he left it in your car. Now it taunted you as a reminder of how you threw yourself, literally, at him.

—- 

The last whistle blew in the gym and Tsukishima grabbed his water bottle as he turned to leave. He ran smack into Hinata.

“Oi Saltyshima! Watch where you are going!” The tangerine yelled at him, rubbing his head. Hinata carried a box in his other hand. 

“What’s that?” Tsukishima asked, gesturing to the box. Hinata smiled wide.

“We are going to take snacks to Y/N’s dorm so she feels better. You want to come with us?”

A few other boys perked up from their respective teams, including unfortunately, Bokuto and Kuroo. Kuroo sidled up next to Tsukishima.

“He would love to go, RIGHT TSUKISHIMA?” He turned, glaring at the blonde. Bokuto stood on the other side of him, boxing him in. Tsukishima sighed, taking the box from Hinata’s hand.

“Fine, I’ll go.”

Hinata glared at him. “No way. You don’t get to take credit for these snacks!” 

Tsukishima stared down at him. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Daichi came between them. “Tsukishima will tell her that they are from you. But we shouldn’t all go. It will overwhelm her.” He looked knowingly at Tsukishima. “I think Tsukishima should go alone.”

Tsukishima looked down at the box. He shrugged. 

“Fine.”

—-

The walk to your dorm was long. Tsukishima dreaded having to face you. You probably hated him, which he didn’t mind from other people, but didn’t want that from you. When he thought of your eyes scrunching up when you laughed, the way your hand felt over his…it made his stomach hurt. He finally could delay the trip no longer. He reached the medic dorm and knocked.

It was silent. He waited a moment before knocking again.

“Y/N?” he called. No answer.

He looked at the box in his hand. Should he just leave it here? Should he leave a note? He heard voices coming towards your dorm and turned around.

You were walking with Osamu Miya, that damned smile on your face. You laughed at something Osamu said before you noticed Tsukishima standing there.

“Tsukishima! Um, what are you doing here?” You looked at the box in his hand.

He shoved the box into your hands, not meeting your eyes.

“Hinata sent these for you and says he hopes you feel better.” He turned around, walking quickly back to his dorm, ignoring your calls of his name.

—

Tsukishima ignored his phone as it buzzed on his desk. He tried to focus on his book, where he had re-read the same line at least 5 times. His phone buzzed again and he glanced at the screen.

He didn’t know whether to be relieved or frustrated that it wasn’t a text from you. On one hand, he wanted you to feel guilty. But on the other hand, what did you have to feel guilty for? You weren’t together. You could talk or date anyone you wanted, even Osamu Miya, though he didn’t know why you would choose him. The guy had grey hair and was just as annoying as his stupid brother.

A knock at his door broke him from his thoughts.

“Oi Tsukishima, open up!” It was Kuroo. 

He tried to ignore the door, focusing back on his book. He banged on the door again.

“Tsukki, I know you are in there and I will wait here all night.”

Tsukishima groaned, getting up to answer the door.

“What?”

Kuroo barged in, followed by Kenma, Bokuto, Akaashi, and surprisingly, Daichi. The guys stood in a weird semicircle around Tsukishima’s bed.

“Well, what happened?” Kuroo asked. Bokuto nodded, looking excited. “Did you finally apologize for being an idiot?”

Daichi nodded. “They filled me in. Please tell me you fixed this.”

Tsukishima sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Everything is fine. She was out and got there when I was about to leave and I gave her the stupid box.”

Akaashi looked at him. “What did you talk about?”

Tsukishima shrugged. “We didn’t. She was with Osamu Miya and they were coming back from somewhere so I just handed her the box and told her it was from Hinata.”

Daichi, Kuroo, and Bokuto groaned. Akaashi stared at him, disappointed. Kenma was focused on his game.

“Well, did you declare your love for her? Kiss her in front of him or something?” Bokuto asked and Tsukishima rolled his eyes. 

“No. Clearly she’s over whatever happened. The end. She’s with Osamu. Can we stop this stupid romantic comedy bullshit?” Tsukishima said, frustrated. 

Kuroo grabbed his shoulders. “Tsukishima! She would never choose Osamu. That guy has been chasing her for YEARS and she has never said yes. She missed practice today because you were a dummy who hurt her feelings. You need to go make this right!”

Daichi nodded solemnly. “Tsukishima, you don’t understand. There’s something big there between you two. Everyone can see it. The tension between you two is insane. Osamu probably called her at a time when she was vulnerable and hurt. You need to tell her how you feel.”

Tsukishima looked at the guys. Even Kenma was nodding along. Tsukishima groaned and sighed.

There was a knock at his door.

“Who is that?” Kuroo whispered. Tsukishima shrugged. “Probably Hinata to ask about the snacks.” He answered the door.

You stood there, shivering and wet, holding a plastic bag.

“Hey!”

Tsukishima closed the door.

“Was that her?” Daichi asked and Tsukishima nodded. 

“Open the door idiot!” Kuroo hissed. Akaashi pointed to the bathroom and the rest of the boys silently herded into the small room. Tsukishima swallowed hard and re-opened the door.

“Hi.”

You shivered again and he blinked. “Shit, sorry er, come in.”

You gave a small smile and stepped into the room. He grabbed a towel from the small closet and handed it to you.

“Um, here.”

Taking it, you nodded. “Thanks. Sorry it rained on me when I was walking here.” You quickly tried to dry your dripping hair. The room was silent except for the occasional droplets of water.

“Um, I uh, I brought your jacket.” You said, extending the bag to him. 

He looked at your outstretched arm and silently took the bag from you.

“Thanks.” He placed the bag on his desk. 

The two of you were silent again. Then you both began.

“About–”

“So–”

You laughed. “Um, you go ahead.”

He swallowed hard.  “I guess you are feeling better.”

Inside the bathroom, Kuroo facepalmed silently.

You nodded. “Uh, yeah. I was just feeling really uh, weird this morning.”

The room got quiet again and you concentrated very hard on the floor tiles. He spoke first.

“I’m really bad at this.”

You looked up. “Bad at what?”

He sighed and fiddled with his fingers.

“I’m not a person who talks about feelings. Or very good at reciprocating them…appropriately? I feel things, obviously, but–” he trailed off.

“I’m sorry I hugged you. I thought I was getting a vibe but then I saw how you reacted and it made me realize you do not like me like that. I shouldn’t have been presumptuous.” You said quickly. Your face was flushed.

He blinked.

“I do though.”

Your eyes met his. “What?”

He nodded. “Like you, I mean. In that way.” His face was reddening and you had the urge to kiss his cheeks.

You stared at him. “Wait what? But you–” 

He sighed. “I froze. I told you. I’m not good at expressing these things and it was overwhelming, a cute girl on top of me.”

You blushed, then frowned. “I was not ON TOP of you.”

He smirked. “Yeah, you kind of were.”

You pouted, and he had the strongest desire to kiss your lips. “Tsukishima, I was NOT on top of you!”

He cocked his head to the side. “Are you calling me a liar, Miss ‘called in sick to work today’?”

Your mouth fell open in mock offense. “Tsukishima Kei, you are a mean guy.”

He smirked, again. Stupidly handsome mean guy, you thought.

“JUST KISS ALREADY!” a voice from the bathroom startled the two of you. You turned to the noise and Tsukishima grabbed your face, surprising you with a kiss. Your eyes widened in shock before you melted into his embrace. His lips were soft and you felt fireworks exploding in the back of your brain as all the stupid drama floated away for this moment.

You didn’t even notice the trail of boys leaving the bathroom, Kuroo stopping to shoot a thumbs up at the two of you.

“God I love training camps.”

#hq fluff #mdni #haikyuu fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fluff

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Merry Christmas and happy holidays friends! thank you for making this year wonderful! Preparing for the new year and to post more content for you all 🧡

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Closing Requests - NOT PERMANENT

Hi friends!

I got Covid (I’m fine just not feeling hot). So I’m gonna close requests while I catch up on the ones I have. Thanks for your understanding <3

#pip speaks

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Step dad Bokuto walking in on his extremely innocent stepdaughter trying but failing to touch herself so he steps In to teach her and eventually teaches “daddy’s little girl” how to take his cock.

This is while her mom is away on a 2 month “business trip”

Thanks for the request! <3 - Pip

TW: STEPCEST, DDLG, F!Reader x Stepdad Bokuto, cheating, unprotected sex, oral, innocent virgin reader, a lot of Daddy Owl/baby owl stuff. Dark content (stepcest)

Everyone is 18+ - smut under the cut

He really didn't mean to walk in.

Koutaro Bokuto was up late, his wife, away on a long business trip, and it was just you, his cute little stepdaughter, and him in the big house and you had gone up to bed a while ago.

He heard a noise, a whimpering sort of sound and his eyes widened. It sounded like it was coming from your room. His hand reached your doorknob.

"Mmh…kuh…" You sounded frustrated and sad and your mumbling made his heart ache. He opened the door slowly, trying not to scare you 

What he saw made his jaw drop. 

You, his sweet little baby owl, furiously rubbing at your cute little pussy, eyes closed with a determined look on your face. His golden eyes zeroed in on the wet spot on your panties and he felt himself salivating at the thought of tasting the sweet nectar on his tongue.

He stepped closer, the door clicking shut behind him and your eyes opened. Tears filled them as your lips trembled.

"Daddy I-"

"Shh…it's okay, my baby owl. Let daddy take care of you."

That's what daddies do for their little girls, that's what he tells himself as he runs his finger across the damp fabric clinging to your cunt. They take care of their babies, he thinks as he kisses away your frustrated tears. Your scent is intoxicating, sweet and soft and it envelops him as he gets into your bed, the bedposts creaking with his large frame.

His fingers slid under the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and he pocketed them for later, his thumb rubbing over the wetness from your attempts. Your face burned as he ran a finger over your puffy pussy lips, dipping ever so slightly to gather the wetness that drooled out of you.

Your breaths were short and your body tense and he slowed down, looking into your wide eyes.

"Have you done this before, baby owl?"

Shaking your head, you mumbled a soft no, embarrassed and he felt his cock stiffen.

Fucking hell you were so innocent. At your age, this was surprising but, fuck was he grateful to be the one who got to please you. 

"Don't be embarrassed sweetheart. Daddy can teach you. You want daddy to make you feel good?"

Nodding furiously, you were too needy to be embarrassed. As his fingers settled into you, you found yourself grinding against them. They were so thick, so much bigger than your fingers and he chuckled softly at how you tried to push them deeper inside you.

"Careful, my pretty little owlet." His breath was hot in your ear as he sank his fingers into your cunt. The stretch was uncomfortable at first but you were so desperate, humping at his hand, that the intensity soon blossomed into needing more of him. 

"Daddy, please." You whimpered, gasping as he toyed with your clit.

"Tell me how it feels, baby girl. Let daddy hear you." He pressed a soft kiss to your temple as his fingers continued their ministrations on your pussy. He was now two fingers deep inside of you, your soft walls enveloping him, squeezing them like a vise. Each thrust of his hand had you gripping him, not wanting him to leave you empty from being filled by him.

Your moans were music to his ears. He was desperate to make you feel good, make you cum on his hands, his tongue, his cock. He needed you in every way, needed to show you how good it could feel. 

Sliding his fingers out of you, he slipped them into his mouth. Fuck you tasted delicious, sweeter than he could have imagined. You clenched around nothing, whimpering as you attempted to pull his hand back to your wanting pussy. 

"Let me taste you baby. Let Daddy make you feel good, okay? Just focus on feeling good." His voice faded away and you opened your eyes to see his head bent towards your glistening cunt as he gently lapped at your slit. His tongue felt incredible, dipping into where his fingers were just moments ago and you found yourself rocking against his face as he slurped at your juices.

The sounds were lewd and wet and you blushed at the noise but his strong arms gripped your hips holding you to his mouth before you could even think about pulling away. 

"You taste so good, baby owl." The vibrations of his voice made your cunt clench and your fingers tugged at his grey hair, wanting more and more of him. "That's it baby, grind on daddy's face. Fuck, you are so perfect." His voice was muffled and his tongue circled your clit.

Sparks danced in your brain and you cried out. He sucked on the bundle of nerves again and your thighs shook. "No, daddy! 'ts too much! I'm gonna-"

"It's okay baby. Let go. Let me taste all of your sweetness. Let go all over daddy's face." His tongue swirled faster over your clit and you wanted to cry and scream over how overwhelming it felt. You weren't used to this, had no idea what this was and felt like your whole body would explode. Your thighs clenched around his head and you felt the air escape your lungs as you cried out, gushing on Bokuto's face.

"That's it baby, oh fuck, so good." He said, slurping your juices. "Oh my god, what a perfect little girl." He was so intent on drowning in every last drop you gave him. You were so sweet, so innocent, such a good girl for your Daddy.

He slid up next to you, placing a soft kiss on your flushed face. His lips were sticky with your arousal and he held you in his arms. 

Your eyes fluttered open, and you kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He prodded your mouth open wider, slipping his tongue inside and you felt so loved and desired by your daddy, could feel how much he wanted you. His hard cock pressed against your side and you looked up at him, eyes wide. 

"Daddy, I wanna make you feel good." Your hands reached for his cock through his joggers and it felt so big through the thin fabric. Your fingers could barely wrap around it and he hissed at your touch.

"Fuck, baby owl. Daddy will go slow okay?" He mumbled, desperately freeing his cock and pressing the head to your waiting hole. You could feel the tip prod against you and your body tensed at the sheer girth of it. 

"You can take it baby. You can be a good girl for Daddy." He whispered before sliding into you. The stretch was intense but you were blinded by sheer pleasure. His cock bullied it's way inside you, each vein throbbing against your tight, gummy walls as he slowly fucked into you.

"Oh fuck, god, baby owl. You take daddy so fucking well. This tight little pussy was made for Daddy's cock." He groaned out, fucking you faster as his hands pawed at your tits. Your body squeezed him so well and he could feel your cunt throb when his fingers brushed your sensitive nipples. He was rocking into you, his heavy balls slapping at your ass with every thrust, your bed creaking with the movement and he wanted to die buried in your pussy, fucking you for eternity. 

"So much, daddy. 'ts so big." Your cries were angelic and spurred him on more. 

"You can take it, baby owl. Such a good little girl for Daddy, taking all of his cock. This pussy belongs to Daddy. Only Daddy." His voice was ragged as he fucked into you, his last few braincells focused on fucking you deeper and harder, molding your pussy into the shape of his cock. You were his precious, sweet baby owl. He would take care of you forever and bury himself in your sweet pussy every night. His balls tightened at the thought of taking you as his every night, losing himself in your perfect little cunt and draining him dry, his perfect little girl taking such good care of her daddy owl.

"Oh fuck baby, I'm gonna cum so hard inside you. Let me fill you up, baby owl. Take all of Daddy." He panted and your legs wrapped around his waist. His fingers moved to circle your clit and your body tightened around him, causing him to lose his mind. He fucked dumbly into you a few times before an explosion of hot, sticky cum filled you to the brim. 

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck baby girl." His voice was hoarse as he filled you up, small pools of your mixed cum spilling onto his balls. He slid out, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you.

"Such a good little owlet."

#tw stepcest #hq smut #haikyu smut #bokuto smut #hq dark content #tw dc #haikyuu smut #requests

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Coach Ukai stretching out my virgin asshole….

Hope that’s not too weird

Of course it's not too weird anon! I would let Ukai ruin my absolute life so I'm so here for this. Ukai is so perfect. LET'S FUCKING GO!

Didn't know if you wanted a female reader or not so it's gender neutral with no specific terms. :D

Thank you so much for requesting from me! <3 - Pip

TW: GN!reader x Keishin Ukai, anal, oral, unprotected sex, slight name-calling, humiliation if you squint, implied age gap (idk he calls you kid at one point)

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

EVERYONE IS 18+

Goddamn he loved you like this.

Eyes wide and glassy as he fucked your face, drool and precum coating your lips, spilling onto his heavy balls as they smacked against your chin. You were looking up at him with pure devotion as he slammed into the back of your throat, and he reached up to push his hair out of his eyes so he could watch as you took every inch of him. He could feel his balls tightening and not wanting to cum yet, pulled out of your mouth, much to your dismay.

“No no, not yet baby. Tell me how much you want it.” He rasped. He loved to make you do this, beg for his cock in the most obscene ways he could think of, to make you debase yourself for him.

“I’ll do anything for it, anything you want.” Your body was hot with need, god you wanted him to have his way with you, no matter what it entailed. Keishin Ukai had this way of making you bend to his every whim. You were inexperienced still, a fresh-faced adult with no notion of the world before he met you and now you were begging like a slut in heat just to taste his cum. To please him in any way that you could.

“Come on, you can do better than that, can’t you baby?” He chuckled as he watched you wrack your poor little brain for what he wanted. He almost choked when you said it.

“Please fuck me. I’m begging for it. I want you to be the one to fuck me in every way. Fuck me the way no one has.”

As if that wasn’t explicit, you turned over, presenting your ass to him. He could see your tight hole clench as you imagined his fat cock slammed in the deepest parts of you.

“Fuckin’ hell kid, you know what you’re asking for?” He muttered, already drooling over the idea of defiling you, taking you in a way no one had ever done. You nodded, face pressed against the plush carpet as you spread your legs wider, your body begging for him so badly you wanted to cry.

He got behind you, running his hands over your ass as he spat into your hole. “Open wide baby.” His fingers were pressed against your mouth and you sucked on them hard, covering them in spit as he lapped at your hole. It felt strange and exposed but fuck, did it feel incredible as his wet tongue dipped inside you. You could feel yourself clenching around him, trying to pull his tongue in deeper and he grinned. 

“Fuck, you’re already so fucking excited aren’t you, baby?” 

Your mouth was still focused on his fingers and you gasped as he slid them out of your mouth, before bringing them to circle your tight hole.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Please fuck my ass, Keishin. Please fuck me in my virgin ass. Make me your–” Your breath hitched as you felt him tentatively slip one finger slowly inside you. 

“You’re swallowing me up. You must be such a desperate little slut, huh baby?”

Your eyes swam with tears but fuck this felt so good, his fingers exploring your body in ways even you hadn’t. You felt him probe you deeper and he slid another finger inside you. A cold sensation had you gasping.

“Shh…gotta take care of you for your first time baby. Otherwise, how are you gonna fit my cock?” he laughed as his fingers fucked into your asshole, squelching with the added lubrication. Your fingers found your way to play with yourself at your heat as he slid another finger into you, now three fingers deep into your ass. You could feel yourself gripping his fingers, taking them deeper than you ever dreamed and it felt like you were being split in two but you could feel his eyes on you, his breath sharp as he watched you amazed and you wanted to be good for him, make him proud of you and you pushed through, the pain and pleasure mixing together. 

Your hole felt empty as he slid out and you were panting as he positioned himself, the sound of the lubricant being drizzled over his fat cock. He spit again into your hole, smirking at the slight gape from his fingers and the way your body swallowed his spit. You could feel the head of his cock against your ass and every cell in your body shivered in anticipation and wanted to shout in protest but you desperately needed him, needed him in a way that no one else could have you.

He bullied his way into your ass and you yelped into the floor as your eyes flooded with tears. 

“You can take it, can’t you baby. You can take this fat cock in your tight little ass, right baby? That’s it. That’s it, baby.” He said as he finally worked the head of his cock in, your body stretching to its absolute limit and even with his prep you were overwhelmed with sensations from pain to absolute divine pleasure. You could feel him deeper than you ever thought possible, as he fucked into your ass, shallowly at first then rolling his hips to fuck you deeper and deeper. 

“Oh fuck, yes, that’s it. Take it baby, take this cock in your cute little asshole baby.” 

Strands of his dyed blonde hair were plastered to his face as he kept one hand on your back, the other reaching down to grip at your hair as he pounded into you. Your cries were now wails of pleasure as he stretched you out on his cock, fucking you senseless. Your tight hole gripped his cock tightly, not wanting him to leave and his balls slapped against your skin, reminding you that you were going to be filled to the brim.

Your eyes rolled back as your body shook with your first anal orgasm, hands giving out underneath you and still he pummeled into you, sweat coating both of you. Your voice was hoarse as you cried out a mixture of his name and pleas for him to fuck you harder, fuck you deeper. Your vision clouded as your orgasm swallowed you whole and made you practically delirious. 

“Fuck, you want it so fucking bad don’t you?” He muttered as he slapped your ass, continuing to drill his hips into yours. He was so close, so close to filling you up with his hot cum in the deepest way he could and your cries of pleasure only spurred him on more. He smacked your ass again, feeling the heat bloom underneath his fingers.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum in your ass baby, tell me you want it.” He bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood and your voice muffled and out of breath, wailed out.

“Please, cum in my ass Keishin. Fill my tight asshole with your cum, please!”

One, two thrusts and he spilled into you with a growl. His warm cum flooded into you, filling your hole up and spilled around his cock as your body couldn’t contain the mess. He slowed, pulling his cock out to watch as the river of white cum dripped out of your gaping hole. It was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen and he wanted to burn the image into his memory.

 You, his perfect little baby, now his anal little whore.

#keishin ukai smut #hq smut #haikyu smut #haikyuu smut #coach ukai smut #pip asks #requests

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Brother Ushijima and little sis NSFW?

ajkajfkhdsfjkldsfh I LOVE.

I have spent all morning writing this because holy shit this is a delicious idea. Thank you for the big brain request, anon <3 - Pip

TW: DARK CONTENT - OBVIOUSLY INCEST (don't come for me, i'm warning you rn), big bro ushi, lil sis reader, afab reader, unprotected sex, jealousy, dubcon, Oikawa makes an appearance, public-ish sex, a lot of "big brother" talk.

Also they are wearing matching jerseys bc that to me is *chefs kiss*

Everyone is over 18+ DARK CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

You know what you’re doing.

At least, that’s what Wakatoshi tells himself as he glances at you cheering for him in the stands, your cropped jersey that matches his riding up on you as you bounce around screaming his name. 

He’d like to make you scream his name for another reason.

God, he knew it was fucked up. He shouldn’t have these feelings for you. But who could blame him when you paraded around him in your tight shorts and crop tops, hands massaging his sore muscles after a long day at practice? He wasn’t as oblivious as people perceived him to be, knew that his teammates looked forward to you coming to his practice to ogle your ass when you innocently picked up volleyballs or watch your chest bounce as you hopped up and down clapping for them.

Still, no one dared to try anything on you, resorting to jacking off to the thought of you, Wakatoshi’s hot little sister. 

And he liked it that way.

Until, Tooru Oikawa.

Wakatoshi had always held a respect for Oikawa. He was a strategic athlete, a fierce competitor on the court that he enjoyed rivalring. But when he saw him walk over to you, you giggling over something Oikawa said, him cocking his head to the side as he flirted with you, causing you to bite your lip flustered…well, Wakatoshi was pissed.

He slammed his hand onto the ball, sending it barrelling to the floor on the opposite side of the net. He shot a glance to you, glad to see your attention was back to the game and your big brother, your eyes wide. Good.

The rest of the game was uneventful and Wakatoshi wiped sweat from his brow as he walked off the court, heading to the locker room. The crowd hadn’t completely dispersed, and it took a moment before he could find you, something he rarely had to do since you were usually one of the first onto the court.

Of course, you were chatting with Oikawa, giddily handing him your phone as he typed something into it. His hand was on your shoulder as he handed you the phone back and he must have felt the burning flames from Wakatoshi’s glare because he looked up at him, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.

Wakatoshi hadn’t even been aware he was walking towards you until his hand gripped your arm. Flustered and embarrassed, you looked up at him.

“ ‘Toshi, I – “ Your sentence was cut off as he dragged you away, back towards the locker room. The rest of the team had already finished packing up, and the few stragglers that remained hurried out after seeing the murderous look in his eyes. He glared down at you and your stomach dropped. It was silent for a moment, and he towered over you. You felt the cold metal lockers digging into your back.

Then his hands were on your body, cupping your breasts roughly as he kissed your lips, your lipgloss smearing across your cheek as your hands pressed up against his broad chest. You opened your mouth to protest, and he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. It was heavy and wet and messy and this was wrong, so wrong in so many fucking ways, but why were you aroused? He was your big brother, your protector, but you couldn’t lie to yourself. You had seen the girls who clamored around him, had heard him in his room, soft grunts and panting when he thought everyone was asleep and now you wondered if he was thinking of you those nights when his hand was gripping his cock, the cock that you could feel pressed up against your thigh right now. Was it your name that ghosted his lips as his hot cum splattered against his sheets? Did you want it to be?

He pulled away, and your head was swimming with confusion, the what the fuck did I just do rattling in your brain and yet the other voice, the voice that begged you to keep going, to see how far this rabbit hole could take you, whispered in your skull. It wasn’t until you looked at your hands that had gone to fists of protest to gripping his jersey, the same jersey that you wore now,  that you realized you didn’t want to stop.

Wakatoshi looked down at you, your lips swollen and bruised from his roughness and your chest rising and falling with every breath. But you wanted this, your eyes were heavy lidded and he could see you squirm. You wanted to be his.

“You belong to me.”

Your voice was shaky but sure. “I belong to you…big brother.”

Fuck, he didn’t know how he didn’t cum right there. The reminder of just how wrong it was, or maybe it wasn’t, it shouldn’t feel this good if this was wrong, right? He could think about it later. All he knew was he had to have more of you, lay claim to your body, the body that belonged to him and only him. After all, you carried his name, you had to be his.

His mouth was on yours, hands shoving down your shorts and finding your panties soaked. He could feel the thin fabric drenched in your arousal, and he could feel the tiny bows that decorated the front. Another reminder that you were his because he knew these panties, had seen them in your laundry at home and wanted to rip them off your body, keep them for himself and smell your excitement over him, over your big brother. He wanted to taste them, rub them around his cock while he jacked off to this memory. Though maybe now, he wouldn’t have to hide his desire for you at home. It would be easy to slip into your room at night, fuck you against your four poster bed, trying to stay quiet as you took his fat cock deep inside your cunt.

His thick fingers slid inside you and you gasped as he finger fucked you. His other hand pressed against your mouth to keep you quiet, though he wanted to let them hear you, hear you crying over him. He sucked bruises on your neck, tasting your skin and he could smell your perfume, intoxicating him. He wanted more of you, he needed more of you. His thumb ran over your clit. You cried into his hand as he circled your tight bundle of nerves, fingers fucking into deeper and deeper, stretching you out to prepare you for his length. His hand left your mouth as he pushed up your top and his mouth was on your chest, lapping and sucking at your tits as you moaned his name, your hands tugging at his dark hair.

You could feel your cunt clench around his fingers, your thighs shake as you approached your high. Your breath caught in your throat and your eyes closed as he whispered into your skin.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum for me, baby.” 

That was all the encouragement you needed and you exploded onto his hand, stars dancing in your eyes. His fingers were drenched, your slick dripping down his wrist and he had to have you. You hadn’t even come down from your orgasm before he was positioning himself against your hole, his cock thick and veiny and if you were of any saner mind, you would have protested at how big it was, how it would never fit.

He slid into you, your tight walls squeezing him in and tears flooded your eyes as your body stretched to accommodate his entire length. The head of his cock pressed against the deepest parts of you, so tightly it almost hurt and you breathed sharply, attempting to relax. Slowly, he slid out, leaving the tip inside before rocking back inside you. His pace was steady and you felt adoration for how slow he was going, letting you ease into this though you could tell by the flush of his face that he wanted more of you, wanted to fuck you harder.

You rocked your hips, allowing more of him in, silently pushing him to go faster and he fucked into you. You saw fireworks every time his cock kissed your cervix and the gummy walls squeezed around him tightly. 

“Fuck, ‘Toshi!” your voice was music to his ears as you panted his name, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. “So good!”

“Mine. You – belong – to – me.” Each word was punctuated by a thrust of his hips and you nodded, your eyes opening to meet his. You looked drunk on him, your pupils blown and your lips puffy. 

“I belong to you. Only you, big brother.” Your breathing was heavy and he could feel your body clamp down on him even tighter. He knew you were close and he pounded into your sweet cunt, trying to force himself impossibly deeper inside. He wanted to paint your insides with his cum, claim your body as his own, mark you in ways you could never forget.

“I love you, ‘Toshi.” Your lips found his and he fucked mercilessly into you, feeling his cock throb with his orgasm as you moaned into his mouth. He growled as he spilled inside you, your pussy milking him for every drop as he pushed himself deep inside you, desperate to fill you with every last bit of him.

The locker room was quiet, save for the sound of both your heavy breathing and maybe he imagined it, but he felt that he could see the slight bulge of cum in your belly from him, and his hand rubbed your skin gently, calloused fingers against your soft tummy.

He took the look of you in, disheveled hair, smeared makeup, your jersey and shorts haphazardly thrown back on in an attempt to cover yourself and he swelled with pride. 

You were his. And now everyone would know it.

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Heyooo, I wanted to ask for something a bit different. If it's okie with u, can you do some tsukishima content with a female reader. Like the 2 are having sex and tsukishima starts with his habit of degradation. But like the reader doesent like being degraded cuz she's sensitive like mee ends up crying? Like nsfw hurt to comfort? I've just seen a lot of tsuki content but it's all degradation. It's kinda killing my drive for the guy :}.

BIG BRAIN TIME.

Sorry this took forever but I was in my feels. BUT HOLY MOLY I AM NOW SO SOFT FOR SOFT KEI. I hope you enjoy this. I agree we need more soft Kei. He's precious. 🧡🧡🧡 Thank you for requesting, lovely! - Pip

F!Reader x Kei Tsukishima - NSFW

TW: F!Reader, hard smut to comfort smut, rough sex at the beginning, crying, slight degradation at beginning, me just simping for this man. 

EVERYONE IS OVER 18+

The clatter of the door pulled your eyes away from your phone. Your lanky boyfriend, Kei Tsukishima, pulled off his coat and placed his things in the closet by the door, methodically but with a little more force than usual.

“You okay?” You asked, noticing the twinging muscle in his jaw. He stayed silent, taking time to put his bag and keys away before turning to you. “I’m fine.”

Hopping up from the couch, you went to him. Hands rubbing his shoulders, you tried to ease the tension from him. “Bad day?”

You could feel him stiffen underneath you. “It’s whatever.” His eyes were unfocused, staring into space.

Hands roaming down his chest, your fingers massaging his lean muscles, you grinned. “C’mon, I can make you feel better…”

No sooner had the words left your mouth, was your back to the wall. He towered over you, and pressed a tight grip to your neck, his other hand next to your head, pinning you in place.

“Then do it.” His voice was cold, still reeling from the day.

Sinking down, your hands found his zipper, tugging down his slacks as you reached for his hardening shaft through his boxers. He made a frustrated groan and you pulled out his cock. The angry red tip was glimmering with precum, and you licked a stripe up the shaft, avoiding where he wanted you most.

“Fuck, don’t be a fucking cocktease.” Kei growled, his hand finding your hair as he pulled you towards his cock. You let out a shocked yelp before your mouth was pressed against him, precum smearing across your cheek. Clearly, he wasn’t in the mood to be played with. His golden eyes glared down at you and you squirmed, trying to continue and put his aggressiveness out of your mind. 

It wasn’t that you minded Kei being aggressive, well not usually. It was something you often found yourself drawn to, his sharp tongue and dominant presence. But sometimes, on days like today, you wanted to appreciate him, savor the feeling of him and show him how much you cared for him. Fingers sliding up to his abs as you swallowed around his cock, you tried to pace yourself and he ground his hips against you, causing you to cough and sputter, and you found yourself slapping your hands against his thighs in a panic. 

“C’mon you can do better than that– wait what the hell?” His voice lost its usual snark as he looked down at the wet streaks trailing your cheeks. Your head was tilted forward, not meeting his eyes and you tugged your sweater close around you, arms wrapped around yourself.

“Hey…what’s going on?” He knelt down, tentatively playing a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?” 

The words erupted out of you before you could even think. “Fuck Kei! I get you had a rough day but I’m not a fucking fleshlight! I have feelings too!”

The silence in the air was heavy and your face burned as you waited for him to respond. Finally, you peeked up at him.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet. “I don’t think you are some sort of sex object. I just…I didn’t think.”

“Look, I don’t mind it some of the time, but sometimes it feels like I’m worthless or fucked up. Like…after you get called a ‘fucking slut’ every night by the person that’s supposed to care for you, it makes you think.”

“Holy shit Y/N. I don't mean those things. That’s just…fuck. Shit. I…fuck.” He was tripping over his words, something he rarely did. You could see him wringing his hands as he tried to figure out the right words.

“If I ever thought you weren’t into it or…I wouldn’t do any of that. It’s not to…”

“Kei, do you love me?” Your voice cracked and you could feel fresh tears brimming in your eyes.

Immediately his arms were wrapped around you. Tucking you into his chest, he rubbed circles on your back, the way he did when you were half asleep or sick in bed. His voice was quiet, but clear. "You know I love you." 

Burying your face into his shirt, you let the wave of tears fall, soaking the fabric. He stayed quiet, thoughts swirling around in his head. Kei felt like he was underwater, the lump in his throat growing as he listened to you.

God, you were the best thing that ever happened to him. If you were doubting his feelings for you, he must have fucked up.

"I'm not good at this. I'm not…I don't wear my heart on my sleeve. I'm gonna fuck up a lot. But I don't want you to think that I ever stopped loving you." He rolled the words in his mouth trying to unravel the mess he had made. "You are…you are everything to me."

Sniffling, you lifted your head up and fixed your red-rimmed eyes on him. "Really?"

He busied himself brushing stray strands of hair from your face, feeling raw and vulnerable but god he'd take that feeling a thousand times over watching you cry like this. 

"Of course. I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't know how to do this perfectly. I'm probably going to fuck up. But you make me want to be better. Fuck, that sounds cliche."

A small smile tugged at your lips. You could see he was trying. He pressed his forehead against yours, his hands interlocking his fingers with yours and the two of you sat silently, the quiet broken up by your breathing.

His lips found yours and he could taste the salt of your tears mixed with the taste that was you. He poured the unsaid words, the emotions he couldn't express verbally, not yet, into the kiss, hoping you could understand. You were his home, his reprieve from the rest of the world and he wanted to kiss you forever. 

His hands gently pushed against yours, until you found your back against the wall, and still you kissed him back, your tongues 

intertwined, a language its own. Kei could feel himself getting aroused, but didn't want to ruin this moment. You glanced down as he pulled away and your eyebrows raised. A beat passed and you pulled him back to you, closing the space between you, your hands running down his shirt. He wrapped his hands around your waist and could feel the sliver of your skin as your shirt rode up. You felt like fire and he craved touching you, feeling your body pressed under his. You must have felt the same way because you pushed his shirt up. He broke the kiss to tug off his shirt in that stupidly attractive way men do and when his eyes met yours, he could practically see your pupils turned into little hearts. He'd tease you if he could but he knew he had to have looked the same.

The two of you were lost in each other, hands roaming only stopping to pull off the rest of your clothes, leaving them in haphazard piles around you. Never leaving the floor, he eased you onto his lap, his hands caressing your lower back. Your thighs were wrapped around him and you could feel his cock pressed against you. 

"Fuck…I want you so bad, Y/N." He whispered into your skin as you rutted yourself against him. His fingers dug into your hips, and he groaned as you positioned yourself on the head of his cock.

You and Kei had had sex plenty of times but this time he felt more exposed. If anything, you were in control and Kei felt his body heat up with anticipation of you. He wanted you to feel his desire, understand how much he wanted, no, needed you. 

"Look at me, baby." His pupils were blown out, large and dark and you met his gaze. 

"I love you, Y/N."

You slid yourself down his cock and he let out a growl as you rode him. Your thighs clenched around him and he pushed his lips to yours in a messy kiss. Moans spilled from both of you, swallowed by the other as he fucked up into you, his cock kissing the deepest parts of you with each thrust. All the while, whispering

"I love you…I love you…"

He could feel himself reaching his peak embarrassingly quick, but you were so close too. Your hands were wrapped around each other, gripping at skin like you would fly away if you didn't. His mouth found any piece of you he could reach as he kissed and sucked marks onto you, knowing he could never fully mark you to his satisfaction but fuck was he going to try. He wanted every inch ofyou to be explored by his hands, his tongue, his teeth. He could feel your fingers tugging at the longer curls on the nape of his neck, and he knew you were close. You were clamping down on him so tightly it almost hurt and his vision blurred…fuck was he crying? 

It didn't matter, he just had to have more of you, more, more, more.

"Please." His voice was strained and your back arched under his palm. "I love you so fucking much."

"Kei!" Your voice cried out as your lower body twitched and he felt himself exploding into you as your pussy throbbed around his cock, milking him for every last drop. He dropped his head into your chest as you rode out your respective orgasms and you both panted, trying to catch your breath. You maneuvered into his arms, your ear pressed against his chest. You could feel his heart pounding and grinned.

His hand lazily stroked your shoulder and he cast a glance down at you, only to see you already looking up at him.

"Hey." He whispered.

"Hey yourself." 

You were both silent, goofy grins on both your sweaty faces. You didn't have to say anything but he did anyway.

"I love you, you know?"

And you did.

#haikyuu smut #pip asks #tsukishima x reader smut #kei tsukishima smut #tsukishima kei smut #requests

[hispipsqueak]

Beelzebub Redesigned

By Genius Inc

#the fact that you thought of me/my fic has me crying in the club rn #but also YES #🧡🧡🧡 #pip speaks

[hispipsqueak]

Can I request some mean dilf asahi hc

THANK YOU ANON YOU HAVE PULLED ME OUT OF MY RUT.

i literally forgot how to write so I hope these make sense. this was 4 am horny brain. Ughhhhh Asahi with silvery hairs tucked into his bun....🤤🤤🤤

F!Reader x Dilf Asahi HC. Thank you so much for requesting 🧡 - Pip

tw: F!reader, degradation, bdsm, bondage, breeding kink, age gap implied, nudes/erotic photography, public, humiliation

Imagine: you, his son's teacher. Him running in, hair tie in his mouth as he shakes your hand, apologizing for being late and introducing himself for the parent teacher conference.

He's so sweet, you think. So charming and though he's tall and broad, his eyes are gentle, the dark brown swallowing you up as you try not to blush, your words failing you.

That meeting turns into emails, into texts, and finally he invites you out for drinks. Soon you're under his spell.

Those dark eyes, so sweet and kind, they glimmer with something dangerous when he has you in his bed, your dress on his floor, wine glasses forgotten in the living room 

-tied up, silk scarves wrapped around your wrists, panties soaked in saliva and your arousal shoved in your mouth as he takes photos of you. legs spread exposing yourself as he praises and degrades you

"my favorite model"

You are his.

Once you are his, his fingers are constantly in your mouth, or on your chin lifting your face up. Does this in public just to humiliate you and make you feel small

brings you expensive lingerie and forces you to hold your orgasm so you don't ruin it or he'll punish you. It's so hard though when his thick fingers are prodding your soft walls, swirling around your clit until tears are streaming down your face and you forget how to breathe.

bullet vibe shoved up you when you meet his friends for dinner for the first time. Better not embarrass him or he'll make you pay for it when you get home. Turns it up when you are asked a question by anyone.

Possessive as fuck. hands on your back in public, hands gripping your hips pulling you onto his cock in private.

"Such a filthy slut….you were made to please me, weren't you?"

"You belong to me."

Grunts when he's close, his cock throbbing in your mouth, hands wrapped in your hair, forcing himself down your throat. After all, he doesn't want you to make a mess.

Other times, his hands squeeze you hard as he pounds into your tight hole. "Let me breed you, baby. Let me make you mine for good."

#pip asks #haikyuu smut #asahi smut #dilf asahi #requests

[hispipsqueak]

Currently working on requests. Sorry it's taken a bit. Going thru it rn but wanted to keep yall updated 🧡

#pip speaks

[hispipsqueak]

Omgg I just saw your latest post and- * screams internally *

Would you ever consider writing anything about Chan and Namjoon?

I'll never say never though I don't think I will any time soon. I'd be so worried trying to get their personalities JUST right. But then again, if it was ever requested...maybe?! 😅😅

(but im always free to chat about them! 😁😁) 🧡

#pip asks

[hispipsqueak]

me: a namjoon amd bang chan bias, never discissing it on this blog

fellow joon and chan biases: finding me anyway

lmao

#pip speaks #random shit

[hispipsqueak]

Soft

Enji Todoroki x Chubby F!Reader - SMUT

TW: breeding kink, chubby reader, Enji carries reader, unprotected sex, mentions of pregnancy

Sunlight streamed through the open window as you hummed while stirring the steaming pot in front of you. The sound of the door opening shook you from your thoughts and you smiled.

"I missed you, baby." You called out before turning off the stove and walking to the entryway where your husband, Enji, was putting away his coat and boots. He had a streak of soot and dirt across his face and neck. You grinned. Enji tended to wait to shower when he got home instead of his on-agency facilities. He said it was because the home shower was more private, but you knew he just liked showing you how tough he was from a hard day’s work.

“I’ll run a bath.”

“Thank you. Dinner smells amazing.” He said before he kissed your brow, careful to not cover you in the grime from the day. His eyes rested on your shapely backside in the skirt you wore as you headed upstairs to set the water for him. You were so cute, the opposite of Enji, all soft curves and plump roundness from your cheeks to your belly and hips. He often found himself with his hands somewhere on your soft body, squeezing your plush thighs, fingers grazing your soft tummy while you laid next to him in bed. 

He followed you into the ensuite where you had set the large tub with water and bath salts that smelled like you. Enji pulled off his shirt, pretending to be unaware of your eyes gazing down at his muscular build appreciatively. He slid down his pants and settled into the hot water with his eyes closed.

“I can feel you watching me, Y/N.”

“Just enjoying the view, handsome.” He heard the smile in your voice and was grateful the water was hot enough to explain away his flushed face. He felt your hand run through his hair and cracked an eye open.

“Let me get this.” Your voice was soft as you grabbed a washrag and wiped away at his face and neck.

“You’ll get dirty.” 

A mischievous look crossed your face.

“Well then I’ll just have to strip down as well.”

Untying your apron, you slid it over your head and removed your clothes, slow enough that Enji could admire every inch of revealed skin. Slipping into the water you straddled his lap and wiped at his brow. His breath hitched. Your breasts were soft, pressing into his chest, rivulets of water running down your cleavage and he closed his eyes, letting himself be spoiled by you. He could feel your breath on his cheek as you washed the day off of him, enveloping him in your scent. You pressed a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away, adjusting on his lap so you could wash his chest. You could feel his growing erection press into your thigh and you pretended not to notice, shifting ever so slightly. Enji gripped your hip, stilling you and you looked up at him innocently. Steel blue eyes narrowed at you and you busied yourself, running your hands down his biceps.

“Brat.” He grunted and you smirked at him, before leaning in and kissing him quickly on the lips. His other hand wrapped around your waist and held you to him as he deepened the kiss, tongue intertwining with yours. You could taste relief in his kiss, gratefulness to be home and be with you, the ability to finally be vulnerable and loved by his wife and you kissed him, conveying love and devotion through your lips. Your hands were pushed against his chest as he held you close and you could feel his heartbeat, a steady rhythm that put you at ease. 

Shivering, you finally broke apart from him, resting your cheek against his chest. When did the water run cold? You could have been there for hours and not realized it, you were so engrossed with each other. Noticing your chill, Enji lifted you up, carrying you to the bed where he placed you down, kissing at your lips and neck, desperate to drown himself in you. Your fingers found his and you tugged him over, maneuvering so you were on his lap. He looked up at you, eyebrows raised. 

“Let me take care of you, Enji.” Your whispered words gave him chills and you could feel his cock harden even more underneath you. Grinding against his shaft, he let out a groan that went straight to your cunt. His hands rested on your hips and he pushed you down, desperate to be inside of your tight heat. He could feel your arousal on him already and needed to bury himself inside you, needed to feel your warm cunt squeeze around him. Just as desperate, you positioned yourself and sank down on him, biting your lip at the stretch from his cock. You were still a moment, getting used to the feeling of fullness before you rocked your hips slowly up and down on his thick member.

“Fuck– so good.” Enji groaned, eyes screwed shut as your fucked yourself on his cock. His grip tightened against your ass as he pulled you down to meet his thrusts and you cried out as his cock molded your cunt to its shape. You could feel every vein against your soft walls and as he fucked up into faster, you felt your breath catch. His cock slammed into you and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. His eyes were trained on your bouncing chest, afraid he would cum too quickly if he dared look at your face, which displayed the pure ecstasy you were feeling,

“Enji! Fuck…god, fuck. So good!” Your words were slurred as you gasped out with each thrust. His full balls smacked against your ass, as a reminder of how full you were going to be when he was done with you. The rush of your orgasm was approaching quickly and your legs tightened around him as you bounced on his cock.

Suddenly, he grabbed you, pushing you onto the bed so he was on top of you and looked into your eyes. Disoriented, you looked up at him, whimpering from your ruined orgasm.

“Enji–”

“I want to put a baby in you.”

Your eyes widened, but you didn’t have to think twice.

“Put your baby in me, Enji. Let me have your baby.”

His cock sunk into you and he held your thighs apart, pushing them down so far they were at your shoulders. He fucked into you hard, your promise to be the mother of his children giving him a newfound wind. His hair was wet with sweat and the room was loud with the sound of skin on skin and you begging for him.

Enji could feel himself so close to release. “Going to knock you up, make you have my babies.” He grunted, hands leaving bruises on your thighs as a memory of this night.

“Please Enji. Let me be the mother of your kids. Give me a baby.” Your body tightened and you felt yourself clamp down on his cock. In tandem, you both met your releases. He came with a growl and you felt white-hot spurts of his cum shoot deep inside you. Your cunt sucked him dry, practically spasming from the rush of your combined orgasms.

Sliding out of you, he collapsed on the bed next to you. Both of you were breathing heavily and you nuzzled into his side, hearing his racing heartbeat. The room was quiet.

 “Y/N…” Enji began, his words unsteady, a rare sight for the normally put together pro-hero.

“Enji?” You asked, sleepily.

“Do…would you…” He trailed off, unable to find the right words.

“I meant it. I would love to have your children.” Your words were quiet but firm.

His face grew warm and you were jolted awake by him shifting. You opened your eyes to see him looking down at you, a smirk on his normally stoic face,

“Let’s get to work then.”

#enji todoroki x reader #endeavor smut #endeavor x reader #enji todoroki smut #mha smut #bnha smut

[hispipsqueak]

Happy Valentine's Day!!! 🧡🧡🧡 May all your Valentine's be yours 🧡����

#pip speaks

[hispipsqueak]

hello!! i just followed you today, and i think you are an amazing writer!! i cant get enough of your haikyuu posts (i would die for tsukishima too lol)!!! i was wondering if you could write a smut for tsukishima x f!reader, where the reader is struggling to love herself, so tsukki asks her about all her insecurites (weight, thighs (i have thunnder thighs myself and I hate them), hip dips (everybody has them, whether they're noticable or not- i have very noticable ones), maybe beauty marks like freckles, etc), and makes her watch herself in front of a mirror as he fucks her slowly, kisssing over everything she hates about her body, slowing making her realize that she is beautiful?? if not, thats totally ok!! i just thought it might be a cool idea.

asdhfajklsddfhjkdsjksdfh YES! Sorry this took forever. Ugh I love him so much aldsfjsdfhjkhfaksfh I hope you enjoy this. And thank you for all the nice words!!! :') I am also a thick thigh girl myself and Tsukishima would love ALL of us with all of our flaws okay?? It's just facts. - Pip <3

Tsukishima x F!Reader

TW: body image, chubby reader, body worship, oral, unprotected sex, mirror sex, light choking

All characters 18+

It had been a day.

You typically don't hate your body. It does all the functions it had to do, like get you from point A to point B. Sure you had a couple of extra inches in areas, and you had a few blemishes here and there, but usually it didn’t bother you.

Until today.

“Fuck!”

Kei raised an eyebrow as he walked into your shared bedroom where you were standing in front of the mirror, turning back and forth in a dress.

“Well all you had to do was ask.” He smirked before taking in your tear-stricken face. “Wait, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You stalked off to your closet, looking for another dress to try on, attempting not to sniffle. He cornered you at the door, blocking the exit with his arms.

“Nope, you gotta tell me now.” His tone was teasing but you knew he was serious.

“I just…forget it. You won’t understand, Kei. I mean look at you.”

Confused, he looked down at himself before turning back to you. You rolled your eyes.

“It’s just…we are going out to dinner with your friends tonight and you look fantastic and I look like…this. My clothes fit weird, my hair is being stupid, and I just…” your voice cracked and you attempted to blink back the tears you knew were coming.

“Hey, hey…what the hell are you talking about?” Kei wrapped his arms around you, spinning you to face the full length mirror that was the current bane of your existence. “Look at you. Now the snot, maybe we could work on doing something there, but the rest of you?”

You rolled your eyes at his attempt at humor, before wrapping your arms around yourself, attempting to avoid eye contact with the version of you that taunted you from the mirror. His grip around you tightened and he gently pulled your chin towards the mirror so you were face to face with yourself. Your eyes were reddened with tears and you blinked at the blurred image of the two of you.

When you compared the two of you, his tall and athletic build with your shorter, rounder figure, you felt unease wash over you. You could see your hip dips, the stretch marks that lined your thighs and peeked over the top of your bra. Your eyes met Kei’s in the mirror and you quickly looked down, focusing on the carpet of your bedroom.

“Y/N, why are you being difficult? What the hell is wrong with the way you look?”

“Kei, I don’t look like a fucking model like you do. I’m chubby, I have stretch marks everywhere and I’m not built like a person that should be with you.”

“Funny how you think you can tell me what I should be attracted to. And what the hell is wrong with your body?”

Long fingers caressed your soft tummy and slid around your waist. His voice was low as he pressed his mouth against your neck. “I happen to find your body so fucking sexy.”

Chills ran up your spine, Kei had a way of riling you up, teasing your body in the only ways he could. Your eyes fluttered closed and he stilled, until you opened them up, confused.

“Nope…you’re going to watch me show you how much I love this body of yours. And if you can’t get that into your pretty little head, I might just have to drill it into you another way.”

“Kei, we have to go to dinner.”

“Fuck dinner. I have a meal right here.”

As if to prove it, he tugged down the cups of your bra, exposing your bare flesh to the mirror.

“These fucking tits…god. Look at how perfect they fit in my hands.” He squeezed at your chest, running calloused thumbs over your sensitive nipples. His mouth moved lower, kissing down to your collarbone, leaving soft bites in his path. “God, you are so fucking tasty.” Each touch of his lips was warm against your skin, though it caused chills to run down your spine. His hands slid down your tummy and you instinctively sucked air in. He took this opportunity to bite down on your skin hard.

“Excuse me, that’s mine. Don’t you dare.” You exhaled, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh before teasing the waistband of your underwear. “Every inch of you is delectable and I’m going to explore every bit of it.”

Tugging down your panties, he pressed soft kisses down your hips, licking a small stripe down your tummy before cupping your mound, running his fingers down your slit.Breath hitching, you almost screamed when he slid his hand around to squeeze your thighs, leaving you wanting more of him.

“These fucking thighs? If I die crushed by them, it would be a fucking honor.”

“Kei–”

“Shut up.”

As if to prove his point, he pushed you down onto the bed. “Stay there.”

You stared at the ceiling, slightly confused but fully aroused. You heard movement and then, “Sit up.”

You sat up and saw he moved the mirror to be across from you. He kneeled down between your legs, his breath hot against the apex of your thighs.

“You’re gonna fucking watch me devour you, until you understand how fucking perfect you are, you understand?” Without waiting for a confirmation, he nibbled on your plush thighs, kissing and sucking marks into the skin, teasing your most sensitive areas with the ghosting of his lips. You took a peek at the mirror and saw the god that was your boyfriend worshiping on his knees at the temple that was your body. Scissoring your cunt open as he lapped at you, savoring every drop. Vision blurring at the pure ecstasy that was his tongue, you looked back at the mirror. The blonde was bobbing between your thighs, his slurps and groans like music to your ears as he whispered praises of “so fucking delicious” and “perfect” into you. You hadn’t realized you were moaning until you saw your mouth drop open when his tongue swirled into you. Back arched, fingers digging into his shoulders, the two of you were like a work of art.

And still he continued, slipping his fingers in to work in tandem with his tongue as you grinded against his face. The more you writhed, the more he gripped at your thighs holding you in place so tightly. You were sure without him, you would float into the heavens with how amazing he was making you feel. Too soon you felt yourself clench around him, your thighs squeezing around him as he continued his assault on your pussy.

“Cum for me baby, that’s it. Give it to me.” He whispered and with a shout you felt yourself lose control, drenching the blonde in your arousal. You had no time to comprehend anything before he slid up and behind you, pulling you onto his lap so you faced the mirror.

“You know, I think you need to see exactly what I see every day, Y/N.” He smirked before plunging himself deep inside your cunt, his hands firm on your hips. Rocking you up and down you threw your head back, before he yanked your hair, facing you forward.

“Watch me fuck you, doll. Watch yourself come undone.”

His hands were in a bruising grip, rocking you up and down on his cock as you watched your tits bounce with every thrust. His cock slammed inside you and your cunt gripped it tightly, leaving a ring of cream around it. You could hear the sound of skin against skin, his shaky breaths and your moans echoing in the room. Moving a hand from your hip, he gripped your neck forcing you to keep your eyes on the mirror.

“Look at how fucking perfect you are. God you are so fucking sexy.” His voice was labored and you could tell he was close. You weren’t far behind and you could barely register that the creature in the mirror was you. You looked wild, eyes half lidded and mouth wet with drool. Something about it was so raw and sensual, both your skin covered in sweat, your hair plastered to your face as his veins tightened in the grip around your neck and you saw what Kei must have seen. The look of pure sex and pleasure, love mixed with the animalistic freedom he gave you.

“Fuck you’re squeezing me so tighty, doll.”

“Kei, Kei, fuck!” Your voice was hoarse and your eyes fluttered as your cunt held his cock in a vice grip and you exploded around him. Stars filled the back of your eyes and you heard him grunt before he flooded you with his release. You could feel the throb of his cock pulsate inside you and he held you tightly as the two of you came down from your respective highs.

Sliding off him, you curled against him in the bed and pressed against his chest. You could hear his heart beating steadily and your eyes closed as he pressed a soft kiss to your sweat covered brow.

“Perfect. And all mine.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIP 🧡🧡🧡 hope it was amazing just like your writing!

Could you please write some headcannons or a drabble about Iwaizumi giving you a back massage after a long day at work 🙏🏾

Thank you love!!

you mean Iwaizumi, athletic trainer, rubbing your sore muscles? Stretching you out gently, soft oils on his hands that he swears will help but truthfully, as long as he keeps his hands on you, you can literally have no pain?? Shivers running down your legs as he works down your back and whispers how much he loves you?? That Iwa??? 😏😏

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