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nothingbuthaikyuu · 3 years

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Anxiety

Reader: F Character: Hajime Iwaizumi, Daichi Sawamura Rating: G Summary: It was hard not to be overwhelmed with anxiety sometimes. It felt like everything became overwhelming and it was hard to stop crying. Bu the love your life was always there to comfort you. Warning: Fluff, Anxiety Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

It started with the shake of your hands. Then your mind became a jumbled mess and then finally the tears came. You were sitting in a quiet part of the university with your head in your hands, your entire body shaking.

It was just animal biology, why did it make you so anxious. But the idea of a buzzer test made the fear bubble up inside of you until it was spilling over. You rubbed your eyes and tried to calm yourself down from the anxiety. But every time you thought you calmed down, the fear came back and you were crying again.

Nestled in between lockers you were crying quietly to yourself, but it didn’t take long for your boyfriend to find you. The squeak of his sneakers as he walked down the hall, calling your name until he found you.

He said your name quietly under his breath before he rushed over to you and slotted himself beside you. His natural instinct was the wrap his arms around you tightly.

“Hey, hey.” He said as he strong arms lopped around you, “I got you, I got you. You’re safe. I promise.”

You sniffled and rubbed your cheek against him. You croaked, “Hajime.” And your boyfriend just held you tighter. Not letting you go as you started to settle down from the wave of anxiety.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, “Why are you crying? We couldn’t find you in the club room. I got worried.” He looked down at you and pushed your hair out of your eyes. You looked so small and fragile against him. You shivered like a leaf and whimpered like a puppy.

“Stupid animal bio. We have a buzzer test today and I’m freaking out. I’m going to fail this. I know I am.” You sighed, “I don’t want to have to retake the course, but I don’t know what else to do. I feel hopeless!” You cried.

Iwaizumi continued to hold you and rub your back. He kissed the top of your head lovingly. He said, “You can do it, baby. I know you can, I know it seems daunting but you can do it.” He encouraged as he pulled away and looked down at you.

“I just don’t know what to do. I get the shakes every time I think about the exam. It makes me feel like I’m going to throw up.” You stammered, your throat felt clogged and your hands felt shaky.

Iwaizumi let go of you and shrugged off his varsity hoodie. He pulled it over his head and quickly put it on you before you had a chance to say anything. He pulled up the sleeves of you and kissed your inner wrist. He said, “Tomorrow, go into the exam with this hoodie, and any time you worry or get anxious, think about me.” your eyes met and he smiled, “Remember if you pass this course, your one credit closer to us living our dream.”

Your heart raced for a different reason when he mentioned your shared dream. The future you planned together and finishing university was the first step. He leaned in for a kiss, your lip balm smeared across his lips as he deepened the kiss.

When you pulled away you cupped his cheek, the sweater felt a little warm but it was comforting nonetheless, at least enough to calm you down from your anxiety attack. You swallowed back the last bit of tears and nodded, “You really think I can do it.”

“Of course, I’ll even help you study. I don’t know a lot about animal bio, but I can try.” He gave you a grin. He laughed when you playfully pulled at his cheek. He knew you were calming down.

“Thank you, Hajime.” You said.

“Anything for you, because I love you. I have my water bottle in the club room and you better finish it before we start. Looks like you’ve been crying for a while.’ He rubbed your left eye to get the tears off your eyelashes.

You rested your head against his chest for a moment and sighed, “Okay, sounds good.” And curled up beside him. He let you rest there for a moment, letting the last bit of anxiety wither away to a promise of new confidence in your performance tomorrow. You felt Iwaizumi kiss the top of your head and you felt a sense of peace. You had to keep pushing forward and with a reminder of your boyfriend at your side, you felt a little better to do the exam tomorrow and try your best. Because passing this course meant one step closer to a future you two will have together.

The crash of lightning woke you up from your sleep. You looked at the clock and saw it was three in the morning, but the thunderstorm had already hit your small town. The trees were shaking, the wind was wild, the heavy drops hit your window. All along with the crash of thunder.

Another streak of light made you clutch onto the covers. You let out a small whimper and wanted to bury your face under the covers but you felt too still to move. Your heart raced in your chest, you felt a cold sweat through your body and then the tears started.

You managed to pull your knees to your chest and bury your cheek into your left knee. You choked out a sob, only to jump when there was a loud rumble of thunder. The anxiety raced through your body like a locomotive. You clutched onto your legs and tried to settle down by yourself.

Another crash of thunder sent you under the covers and loudly crying. The anxiety around thunderstorms made you cry, you felt like you were drowning in it. As the heavy drops hit the window you cried harder. Loud enough for your husband, Daichi to hear.

He rolled over and opened his eyes at you. He slowly reached out and tried to pull the covers back but you quickly covered yourself with them again. Whimpering gently. He sighed and ducked his head under the covers and reached out for you.

“Sunflower.” He said, “What’s wrong?” He pulled you gingerly into his arms. He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head lovingly. He was starting to wake up more as worry formed in his gut for what was wrong with you.

“The storm. It’s scaring me.” You gulped.

He sighed, “I see.” He pulled you tighter, “No storm is going to get my baby.” He yawned, “That’s a promise. Now let’s get back to sleep.”

Another bright light crossed the sky and you jumped in Daichi’s arms. You shook like a leaf, anxiety overcoming you. You felt too awake from the adrenaline to fall back asleep. Not while all you could focus on was the storm outside.

“I’m really scared of it.” You admitted. It felt so childish to be scared of storms, even as a grown person you still felt anxiety around them. It was something you couldn’t help. It just overcame you like a wave.

“I know. But I promise it won’t hurt you. You’re safe inside, perfectly safe in bed.” He kissed you again. He worried about your crying. Your rapid shaking from the anxiety taking a hold on you.

“I don’t know.” You gulped. You felt

Daichi kissed your forehead to calm you down, “The storm won’t hurt you.” He said, “I promise. You’re safe inside.”

“What if lightning hits the house or a tree, and we lose our house. Or it starts a fire or it breaks a window. Or the rain makes the roof collapse.” You rambled off but were silenced with a kiss.

“Shh.” Daichi said, “None of that will happen.” He let go of you and rolled out of bed. He stiffly walked to the window and closed the dark curtains. He yawned, “There, you don’t have to see the lightning anymore.”

“What about the thunder?” You asked meekly. You pulled the covers to your nose and looked at him in the dark room. You watched him in the very low light walk to his phone and turn on a playlist he has for relaxing. He turned the volume all the way up and climbed back into bed.

“Now you won’t hear it. It’ll be like it isn’t even there.” He assured as he pulled you back into his arms, “Now, shhh.” He said, “Time for rest.” He kissed you, “No need to be anxious, I promise the storm won’t hurt you.”

You tried to close your eyes. You finally stopped crying, but your eyes felt wet and sore. You snuggled up against your husband’s broad, clothed chest and held onto him like a stuffed animal.

“Nothing will ever heart you, beloved.” He said, “Not while I’m alive. I’ll fight the heavens just to protect you.” He kissed you again, “No one hurts my baby.”

“Promise, Dai?” You asked as you continued to hold onto him tightly. He wasn’t worried about you letting go anytime soon.

As the soft music played through the bedroom, as his arms remained rested on you. He kissed you again, so tenderly as if you were made of glass. A precious object that he must protect with his life. He smiled at you and said, “Of course, it’s a promise for the rest of my days. I’m your husband after all. If a husband doesn’t bend the earth for his partner, is he really a husband?”

You smiled a little, finally settling down from the wave of anxiety. You continued to hold onto him and press your cheek against his chest. This felt safe and comfortable. When Daichi started to notice that you were settling down, he started to rub your back gently.

“That’s it. Time to go back to sleep. The storm will be gone by morning.” He said softly. And with that you felt yourself let go of the anxiety and start to drift off to sleep. The storm long forgotten.

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nothingbuthaikyuu · 3 years

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Reader: F Character: Satori Tendō Rating: E Summary: “Aw, my little paradise.” Tendō purred, with careful fingers he was opening up the fly of your shorts. You were behind the convenience store near where you lived. He had you pinned up against the wall of the store Warning: Semi Public Sex, Fingering, Choking, Smut Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

“Aw, my little paradise.” Tendō purred, with careful fingers he was opening up the fly of your shorts. You were behind the convenience store near where you lived. He had you pinned up against the wall of the store.

He pushed the shorts to your knees and ran a long finger up against your pussy over your panties. He licked his lips and crowded your space, blocking out the light, leaving you pressed against him as his hand dipped into your panties.

You bit back a moan as he pressed his pointer finger against your clit and rubbed against it. He chuckled against your ear and kept your back against the wall.

“You’re beautiful, paradise. Especially when you get all flustered like this.” He pressed a little harder on your clit which made you let out a sharp moan. But he quickly put a hand around your throat, “Now, now, paradise. Keep quiet, I’d hate to get us caught.”

You looked at him with pleading eyes and croaked out quietly, “Yes, Satori.”

He kissed your warm forehead, “Good job, baby girl. Now let me play with your sweet little cunt. I know how much you love my fingers stuffed inside of you. Don’t worry, I’m not going to stuff you full of my cock. Just yet.” He winked as he moved his fingers inside of you. Spreading you open with two long digits.

That was what you first noticed about Tendō when you first met him. Was how long those fingers were, as just as he was skilled in volleyball. He was also skilled in other manners of using his fingers. Which included what he was doing to you at that moment.

He pumped his fingers, scraping across your insides. He caused your toes to curl up into your shoes as you remained pinned against the wall. His hand around your throat, which made more blood rush to your face. You tried to squeeze your thighs together, but it was near impossible.

He thought you looked like a dream, he kissed your warm lips as he continued to finger you. His digits were covered in your wetness with each pump. He kept you quiet as he ravished you against the wall. He couldn’t help himself, you looked too divine this lovely summer afternoon. All you wanted was a water bottle to cool down, but he wanted so much more. He wanted to touch his beloved paradise, the one thing he loved more than anything.

You gasped against his lips as he rubbed your sweet clit. Feeling the bundle of nerves cross up your spine. But Tendō just shushed you and went back to sloppily making out with you. His cock brushed against your thigh as he tried to keep himself level with his fingers stuffed into your panties like a perverted man.

He was wild when he was with you.

He felt like a man without a leash when he got you in his grasp. He was a lover by heart, his passion seeped into everything he did. From his former days of volleyball to his profession now to of course you. Tendō adored you with every inch of his body.

And seeing you look beautiful on a day like today in a city like Paris. It was impossible for him to keep it together. Was this not his brightest idea? Yes. But did he care? No. He was going to bring you to a wonderful climax like a good boyfriend.

“You’re beautiful.” He growled, “A perfect queen, my paradise.” He continued to play with your sex with skillful fingers. He watched the rise and fall of your chest, your breasts in your tank top. He licked his lips, that’ll be for later.

He scraped his thumb across your clit roughly which made you jolt and tighten around him. Making sure that his fingers stayed inside of you. The sight made his lick his lips and go back to making out with you, he growled against the kiss as he kept you pinned against the wall.

“Close?” He asked.

“Yes, Satori.” You whimpered.

“Good girl. Cum for me, I want to see your beauty as you finish. You always had the best orgasm face.” He purred as he looked in your eyes.

“Satori.” You squeaked as he tightened his hand around your throat. Which in turn made you more wet.

“Beauty, beauty, beauty.” He smiled, “I can’t wait to get you home. You’re going to be beautiful under me when I get you on the bed. I can’t deny you.” His voice was low as he continued to pump you full of his fingers.

“Tori.” You whimpered, trying to keep quiet.

He felt your sex contract around his fingers as you let out a pitiful moan. You clenched around him and he purred in delight. Almost finishing in his jeans as he watched your blissed out expression. Your wetness slicked his fingers in a way that Tendō wanted a taste when he took his fingers out.

He watched you slump a little against the brick wall and removed his hand from around your throat, where he was holding you still all this time. He slipped his fingers out of you and watched the glossy texture drip off his fingers. He licked his lips and took a lick of your wetness.

He made a pleased noise, “Oh this is divine, paradise.” He said in a husky tone. He finished licking it off before he took a tissue out of his pocket and cleaned his fingers, “Dirty, dirty girl. Maybe next time we should do this in a park. Maybe you’ll give me some satisfaction too.”

You whimpered, still trying to find your voice. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him close. You kissed him on the lips and rubbed up against him. He cupped your ass playfully as he pulled your shorts back up.

“Now, now, paradise.” He said, “Let’s go home. I want to see how many more times I can make you cum before you’re nothing but a puddle.”

You had no choice but to forget about the water bottle you came to the store for, plus there was more than enough water at home.

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nothingbuthaikyuu · 3 years

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Summer Rain

Reader: F Character: Tōru Oikawa Rating: E Summary: Summer rain, who didn’t like summer rain. The heavy drops against the window, the smell of summer revival. How green everything looked when the clouds cleared. Warning: Smut, Cunnilingus, Sensory Deprivation, Thunderstorms, Blindfolds. Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

Summer rain, who didn’t like summer rain. The heavy drops against the window, the smell of summer revival. How green everything looked when the clouds cleared.

It seemed like summer rain was a universally loved experience, except for you. You hated summer rain, especially a summer thunderstorm. You woke up to the sight of a bright summer day, sun high in the sky, the heat of summer creeped through the house. But as morning turned to afternoon, the dark clouds loomed over the neighbourhood and suddenly there was a clap of thunder.

Like angels playing bowling, the sky rumbled. You tightened the light hoodie of Oikawa’s you were wearing. Oikawa didn’t mind the summer rain, he was in the kitchen per usual, making some lunch for the both of you while you sat on the couch.

Outside the large window in the living room was the swaying of branches, the darkening of the sky, and then the first heavy drops of the latest thunderstorm. You swallowed and tried to calm yourself down. Thunder and lightning gave you bad anxiety. the worry of being struck, branches breaking, the heavy wind sweeping you away. It was scary to say the least.

And when lightning crossed the sky in a flash, you jumped in your seat and let out a pained yelp. You heard the clattering of a knife in the kitchen and suddenly Oikawa was in the doorframe, wearing his old volleyball club t-shirt (that he was starting to outgrow) and athletic shorts.

You pulled the hood over your head and looked at him, “it’s getting scary out there.” The minimal light that was coming into the living room left a deep shadow on your face as Oikawa approached you.

He sat down beside you and pulled the hood off your head. There was another rumble of thunder and he held onto you. He kissed the top of your head like a true lover would.

“The rain can’t hurt you, not while I’m here.”

“It’s scary Tōru.” You mumbled, “I don’t know how to describe it, it’s just scary. I hate it.” You clutched onto him harder as lightning crossed the sky and the rain became heavier.

He rubbed your back for a few moments to settle you down. He then said, “Let’s go to the bedroom and relax until the storm is over. I have an idea of what to do to help you calm down and forget all about the storm.”

You asked, “What is it, Tōru?”

He smiled, “Well, it involves my tongue. You spread out for me, and your inability to hear or see the rain. Just focusing on me.” He touched your chin, “Would that help my precious little baby?”

You loosened your grip a little and blushed, even after years of dating and months of living together. The idea of something so erotic made you flustered, however you couldn’t be like that too long as there was another hard rumble of thunder and you were back to clutching your boyfriend.

He chuckled, “Hold on.” And then picked you up in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his toned waist, your arms over his shoulders. He carried you by your bottom and walked through the house towards the bedroom.

Once he got inside, he dropped you onto the bed carefully. He kissed you on the cheek and rubbed your other one gently, “There, there. I’m going to get what we need. You get undressed and hold onto the pillow if needed. I’m not going far.”

You whimpered, “Promise.” And then jolted when there was another clap of thunder. The sound of rain hitting the window.

“Promise on my life.” He smiled as he let go of you as walked towards the collection of “fun” toys in a box in the closet. He pulled out noise cancelling headphones and a silk blindfold. He stared at the items for a few moments, this should block out anything that could scare you.

He then watched you get undressed and hold onto Oikawa’s pillow, burying your head in the scent like he wasn’t in the other end of the room. He then approached you with slow movements, he smiled at you gently and you peeked your eyes over the pillow.

Thunder rumbled outside and you squeaked into the soft pillow as your legs laid spread out on the bed. You saw Oikawa’s gaze on you and you blinked at him as he reached the bed. He rounded to the side and ran his fingers through your hair.

“I promise, I’ll protect you from the storm. There is no need to ever worry about thunder or lightning hurting you.” He smiled as he motioned for you to lift your head to he could put the blindfold on. Once it was on you couldn’t see the flashes of lightning across the window. But the drums of thunder still left you tense.

It seemed he had to take the tension out of your body. He carefully moved the pillow down and then slipped on the noise cancelling headphones. Leaving you in total sensory deprivation, which sounded a lot worse than what he was actually doing.

He tapped two fingers on your midriff to signal your safe signal, two taps on that part of your body and he’d stop. From there he, got onto the bed and in between your bare thighs.

He massaged your thighs, feeling the thickness under his palms. Oikawa loved your thighs, from the size, to the stretch marks to even the hair that was on them. He kissed them gently, his kisses wet and loud but you could only feel them not hear them.

You still clung to the pillow as Oikawa pushed your pussy lips apart with one hooked finger. Exposing your sweet sex to him as he admired your beauty. He made a pleased noise to himself before he kissed the junction between your pussy and thigh, then trailed those kissed across your opening until he reached your clit.

He didn’t want to dive in unexpectedly, he worried about scaring you. You were hyper enough as it was because of the rain. Now you needed to simmer down and relax.

He started to lap at your clit and you made small noises that you could feel exit your mouth but couldn’t hear them escape. Your nails dug into the soft blue pillow as Oikawa smiled to himself. He went back to lapping at your pussy. He then slowly inserted the finger he was using to hold your pussy open. It was accompanied by another finger and then another once you were wet enough to accommodate for it.

You were sensitive in times like these, it felt like you were simply just a bundle of nerves that Oikawa could just play with. He heard you scratch at his pillow, the more he applied force to the movements of his fingers.

“My, my.” He said quietly, “What a beauty before me.” He said that to himself, but he hot breath made you want to rub your thighs together in want. But he kept them open with his free hand. He kissed and sucked at your clit, letting the bundle of nerves make lust run through you.

And as it thundered outside, you barely flinched. Your capacity to think was clouded by your lust and want for Oikawa rather than the terrifying feeling of crashes of lightning and rumbles of thunder.

He get go of your thigh and let your legs wrap around his head as he continued to lap at your clit and finger you full. He felt your wall contract around his digits and he groaned to himself. The rumble of his sounds made you feel over sensitive. You couldn’t hear your own noises or ragged breath as he continued to pleasure you.

Oikawa could feel his cock harden in his shorts but he’d deal with it later. As he noticed you visibly relax the more he pleasured you, your thighs wrapped around his hand as hot breath blushed against your clit.

He groaned as he now held onto both of your hips from the back and used his tongue to pleasure you, with light grazing of his teeth across one of your more sensitive areas.

You were panting, it was music to Oikawa’s ears as he gripped your thighs as he moved his tongue. It wasn’t long before you felt the tightness of your thighs around his head, messing his hair. Your clit was hard and he smirked to himself as he went in for the final stroke of his tongue.

You let out a loud gasp as there was a clash of thunder outside. You orgasmed in the dark room, the sun blocked out by storm clouds. Your gasp was followed by a breathless moan as pleasure shook you to the core.

As you started to relax, he smiled to himself as he carefully pulled your thighs away from his head. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he looked down at your aching cunt. He ran a careful finger across your lips and you tensed for a moment.

He pulled away and got up the bed, his cock pressed against his thigh as he crawled up to you slowly. He slowly took off the headphones and said quietly, “That’s my girl.”

“Tōru.” You said meekly, still blissed out from the experience. When he took of the blindfold, your beautiful eyes looked at him. Your cheeks were warmed with lust that made him smirk.

“Liked that? Are you more settle. I think that storm is starting to settle.” He looked out the window and saw the grey sky was a lighter shade of grey now. He looked back at you as you reached out for him.

You leaned up and kissed him on the lips passionately. You kiss lasted a few moments before Oikawa took the pillow out of your arms and laid down beside you. He took you in his arms and kissed the top of your head.

“Better?” He asked, “Do you think lunch is in order?”

You nodded, “Let’s just lay here until I can use my arms again to get dressed.” You said, still recovering from the lustful feeling in your gut.

The rain became lighter, the last remains of thunder gave their final growl and soon enough it would be the end of another summer thunderstorm. And you were still safe from the heavy droplets and the streaks of light across the sky.

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nothingbuthaikyuu · 3 years

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Melting

Reader: F Character: Ryūnosuke Tanaka Rating: G Summary: His kisses tasted like chocolate ice cream. When you snuck out of your house to go skateboarding with Tanaka and Nishinoya, you alway got ice cream from the freezer of the corner store. Warning: Fluff, Confessions Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

His kisses tasted like chocolate ice cream. When you snuck out of your house to go skateboarding with Tanaka and Nishinoya, you alway got ice cream from the freezer of the corner store.

So when you kissed Tanaka he tasted like his favourite swirl flavour. He often let the remainder of the ice cream to kiss you under the streetlights in the park. Meanwhile Nishinoya was grinding across the edges of the fountain.

“Maybe one day she’ll get it.” You said as you cupped his cheek, “You’re pretty remarkable, Ryū.” You wiped some ice cream off the corner of his mouth before you went in for another kiss.

He kissed you again. You two weren’t technically together, you just existed in each other’s orbit. You spent far too much time together, that all you had to do was say the words and you’d be together. But you tried not to get your hopes up about the situation. You saw the way he looked at Kiyoko and in all fairness you could never compete with that.

You could never be her, so you just existed in this grey zone until he got tired of you. But as the school year started to wind down, what started out as a few kisses here and there has turned into this long term position in this grey zone.

Tanaka placed a hand on your bare knee and continued to kiss you. Your hand carded through his short hair. You wanted to be with him, even though he was loud at times, a little over the edge. He made you melt like the ice cream he forgot about tonight.

The sound of a skateboard hitting the concrete as you kissed under the low light of the park. You didn’t understand what he wanted, or his intentions. You were in this limbo that pained you but the thought of losing Tanaka hurt more. This could end tomorrow but you’d still cherish the moments you spent together.

How he smiled when he bought you ice cream, how he invited you over the study. How you helped him in English and he tried his best to help you with math. It was like a little fantasy you lived that had a habit of breaking when he ever Kiyoko’s name left his lips.

You didn’t hate her, you weren’t that pathetic. But the green monster inside of you often sprouted up whenever she was around. You were nice, friendly actually. You just wished she finally saw what you saw in Tanaka.

He pulled away and laid out on the grass fully, his skateboard beside him. He pushed it back and forth with his hand as he looked up at the blank sky. “So, uh.” He said, refusing to meet your gaze.

“Yeah?” You asked as you pulled your knees closer to you. It was never a good sign when he got nervous.

“We gotta talk about something.” He said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. About this, um. The kissing and junk.” He said, still not meeting your gaze. His eyes firmly connected with the night sky. He continued to roll his skateboard back and forth.

Your heart started to clench. This was it. He was going to break things off. This was all over. You felt yourself grow cold as he remained silent for a few moments. You managed to respond, “Yeah about it.”

There was a long stretch of silence between you two. Nishinoya’s skateboard was farther away now, obvious out of ear’s reach as to not hear your heartbreak. He knew what was going on and how you felt about Tanaka.

“It’s been really fun. I like kissing you a lot.” He started then stopped. He swallowed, “Why is this so hard to say.”

You laid there in silence for a moment. You wanted to cry, you knew this was going to happen but it didn’t make it hurt any less. You were losing him, he was leaving once and for all. He was finished with you. You should’ve known but still it left an ache in you.

“I understand Ryū.” You said, “You want to put your efforts into Kiyoko. I can’t blame you, I-”

He reached out and looked over to you with his other hand and grabbed your wrist, “Who said anything about her?”

You blinked at him, “Isn’t this about you not wanting to do this anymore. You want to be with her and whatever.” Your heart was racing. What was going on?

He shook his head, “No, she’s actually dating someone else. She told me to keep it quiet, but it’s not someone on the team. That rejection put some stuff in perspective.”

“And what’s that?” You asked, your heart lodged in your throat.

“That I want to be with you.” He responded, he sat up and continued to hold your hand, “I’ve been a real jerk and I should be treating you better. I like you, and I want to keep doing this but make it official. Like a real couple. I want you to be my girl.” And he squeezed your hand, “So what do you say?”

You blinked at him, “Is this a joke?”

He shook his head, “No, I mean it. I was so obsessed with her that I didn’t seen the one I wanted to be with. You’re not a second pick, I was just stupid.” He leaned closer, “I mean it.”

You blushed deeply, “Oh, Ryū!” You threw your arms around him and pulled him into a deep hug, “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend!” And you felt him hug you back, “Of course! Of course!”

He beamed and kissed the side of your head then held you for a few moments. He snuggled up beside you, “Yes! Yes!” He howled as he threw his head back and the laughed.

You then kissed once more and you heard Nishinoya skate back towards you two. He was laughing too, having heard the confirmation of Tanaka’s confession, his two best friends were now dating. He threw himself on top of both of you and the three of you laughed.

This was the start of the most mega awesome cool perfect relationship between you and Tanaka.

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nothingbuthaikyuu · 3 years

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It’s Too Cold, For You Here

Reader: Gender Neutral Character: Rintarõ Suna Rating: G Summary: “If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.” Warning: Fluff, Cuddling Ask Box: Open | Commission Me! | Join me on Patreon

Wasn’t May supposed to be warm? So why was there a frost warning on the weather channel, and why despite that did Suna have to leave the window to the bedroom open when he came back from his work out.

As you laid in bed with the thin, summer blankets wrapped around you in an attempt to find some warmth. You watched your husband move around your shared bedroom to change into some casual wear to start a lazy Sunday at home.

He hummed to himself and pulled on a new pair of briefs, usually the sight of him in nothing but briefs was enough to get you out of bed. But you were shivering like a leaf under the blankets.

“Baby.” He said, as he looked over his shoulder at you on the bed before he pulled a dark t-shirt on, “What’s going on under those covers?” Usually you were up by now, wanting to touch his toned body before you started the day.

You grumbled to yourself as you shivered even more. Why did it have to be so cold today? How could Suna not notice it was so cold? You buried your face further into the pillows and didn’t say anything.

Suna sighed, “Baby.” He said again, “What’s going on? Are you sick?” Worry ran through him for a moment. Did you catch a spring cold? Or maybe something worse.

He walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. He rubbed your shoulder and felt you shiver under his touch. His worry only grew when he asked you what was going on, “Baby, are you okay? You’re so cold.”

“You left the window open.” You whined, “How are you not cold?” You looked at him with a worry in your brow, Suna hated to admit it but you looked cute even if you were shivering.

“If you’re so cold, why didn’t you say something? Come here.” He chuckled as he got into bed and laid beside you under the thin blankets. He cuddled you up in his arms. He pressed your head against his warm chest and asked, “Better?”

You sighed and curled up against him, stealing his body heat, “Yeah... Better.”

Suna chuckled and kissed you on the top of the head, he then asked, “Want me to close the window? I’d hate for you to catch a cold, baby.”

“If I get sick it’s your fault.” You grumbled against his clothed, warmed chest. You whined when he got up to close the window, thankful for him to shut out the cold and let the heat come back to you.

He laid back beside you and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you a massive cup of tea to warm up the cold hands.” He rested you on his chest and let you rub at the fabric of his shirt as you stole his body heat.

“Good, it better be caffeinated to hell and back.”

Suna couldn’t help but laugh, always the dramatic princess. He rubbed your head with a calloused hand and said, “Don’t worry, it’ll be the biggest, warmest, more caffeinated tea we could make.”

You snuggled up closer to him, kissing him on the pec, “Good. Thank you Rin.” You added as you clutched onto him gently.

Suna laughed again and gently kissed you at the very top of your head, “Oh, baby. Anything for you, now how about we actually get up. I’ll give you a sweater to wear and we can start our day.”

“With a big cup of tea?” You asked as you leaned your head up to look at him. You really wanted to warm up.

He smirked and said, “Of course. We’ll start the day with tea and a sweater.”

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Tire Out

Reader: F Character: Kōtarō Bokuto Rating: E Summary: It was hard to tire out Bokuto, it felt like the man had unlimited energy that just kept going and going and going. Doesn’t matter if it was 4pm or 4am, he was your big Energizer Bunny. Warning: Teasing, Rutting, Multiple Orgasms, Smut, Light Bondage, Overstimulation Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

It was hard to tire out Bokuto, it felt like the man had unlimited energy that just kept going and going and going. Doesn’t matter if it was 4pm or 4am, he was your big Energizer Bunny.

When you were tired and wanted to go to bed, your loving boyfriend always wanted to stay up a bit longer, watch another episode of television or maybe have another cup of coffee. But tonight you wanted a good night’s rest, you’d do anything to tire out you Bo.

“Babe... Baby, what are you doing with those ties. Honey, babycakes.” He swallowed as he pushed himself further up the bed.

You tightened the tie in your hands and got up onto the bed, “Just lie back and relax, Bo.” You jumped him and pinned him down to the bed, you hooked the tie around his wrist and tied it to the bed frame.

Bokuto’s cock twitched in his shorts at the sight of you being a little more dominant. He relaxed against the bed, “What’s gotten into you, honey?” He swallowed again.

You pinned his other wrist down onto the bed, “I love you, Bo. So much, so, so much. But you are nothing but a ball of energy.” You let go of his wrist and sat on his waist as you unbuttoned your shirt, “I want to tire you out.”

He shivered, “Baby, you didn’t have to tie me up.” He chuckled, “You just had to ask!” He reached with his free hand and grabbed your ass through your shorts, “Always love my babygirl’s cute booty.”

You slapped his hand away and took off your shirt, you tossed it onto the floor. You ran your hands up his chest and leaned in to kiss him on the lips, “You better be tired by the end of this. I want you fast asleep by the time I untie you.”

He chuckled, loving the position he was in, “Then baby, we’ll be going for a while.” He wiggled a little bit, full of energy. His cock twitched in his athletic shorts.

You moved up and got your shorts off with minimal trouble, it was followed by your panties until you were left bare except for your bra. You sat on him and unhooked your bra, freeing your breasts.

Bokuto groaned and thrusted his hips up to rub his hard on against you. He gripped the tie with his bound hand. A blush formed on his cheeks. He purred, “Get the shorts off, honeypie. I wanna feel you.” He thrusted up a little harder.

You rubbed your hands along his clothed chest and rubbed your sex against his clothed cock. You rubbed yourself a little harder, your pussy becoming wetter with each rub. You felt his cock twitch in his shorts and you saw the stickiness of your wetness against the black fabric.

“Fuck, baby. C’mon stop teasing. Ride me already.” He whined.

“No, no, you’re going to cum from this. And then maybe I’ll ride you.” You gripped his shoulders and continued to rub your exposed pussy against him. You made a mess of his shorts as you moved against him.

Bokuto whimpered as gripped the tie around his wrist. He bucked up against you. He swallowed harshly and moaned loudly. His eyes rolled back a little bit as you rubbed up against him. He felt like he was on cloud nine, he could hear his heart thumping in his ears.

It didn’t take long before he was gasping, on the verge of his first orgasm. He came in his shorts with a loud moan. His back arched and his nails digging into his palms.

You continued to rut against him, on the verge of your first orgasm. You felt the stickiness in his shorts as you moved up and down on them. Your pussy felt raw and your clit stimulated. You gripped his shoulders and came on his shorts, further dirtying them. You gasped and your eyes rolled back as you felt Bokuto get hard again, you guess he wasn’t done yet.

“Fuck!” You moaned.

“That’s it, fuck baby. You feel so good, fuck please baby. Ride me! Ride me! Tire me out!” He called out as he bucked up against you.

You pushed your hair out of your eyes and looked down at the mess you two made. You saw the lump back in Bokuto’s pants. You rubbed the wet fabric and then pulled down the shorts under his cock and then off his body. His proud cock stood at attention and throbbed with want. It was covered in the stickiness of his previous orgasm.

You ran a finger up the thick vein that ran up his cock, “Bobo, you still want more?”

He tensed at the feeling of your fingernail against his cock, “Please, please baby. You make me feel so good.” He watched you with his golden eyes as you sat on his cock, your pussy was wet enough to easily seat yourself on his large length.

You gripped the front of his shirt as you started to move yourself onto his cock. He filled you in the best way possible, you pushed your hair out your eyes once more as you moved up and down on his cock. You were still coming down from your orgasm, you felt warm all over in the best way possible.

“Oh fuck, that’s it.” He purred, “You feel amazing, I love it. I love you.” He met your pace. The bed creaked, your bodies moved together. Your heavy breathing, sharp moans and loud groans filled the room.

“I love you too.” You replied, “I adore you.”

You gasped at the feeling of Bokuto’s cock hitting you in the right places. You panted heavily, feeling warm to your core. Your sex clenched around you, your breasts shook as you bounced on his cock.

Bokuto held onto you with his free hand as he quickly came the second time, he was starting to feel overstimulated. But he was still full of energy and got hard as soon as he was starting to come down. The feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock turned him on greatly.

The sight of your shaking breasts, your pussy coated in his cum your flustered expression and the true bliss you were in.

“Fuck baby, fucking ruin me. I can’t take anymore!” He called out, his back bent as he felt himself become smothered in pleasure again. He felt amazing, his body thrummed with lust and want. His face was flushed, strands of hair stuck to his forehead and he was sweating through his t-shirt. His thighs quivered and his body longed for the high of pleasure.

His cock felt sensitive inside of you, but he still wanted that next orgasm. He was addicted to your cunt.

You managed to wring out two more orgasms before you were starting to lose steam, your thrusts became unorganized. Your body felt on a whole other level, your pussy was messy and wet. Your hands shook around his shirts. You were unfocused and messy as you continued your quest to tire him out.

But at the edge of Bokuto’s third orgasm. He was panting, his eyes rolled back a little bit. His body was tense as he spurted cum deep inside of you, making a further mess of your insides. Fully claimed by him inside and out.

He cried out, “Baby!” before he slumped against the bed. Fully wrung out and overstimulated. His cock throbbed with tiredness and the lasting lingerings of lust.

You panted and stopped moving your hips. You sighed deeply and went, “wow.” If you were trying to tire him out, you tired yourself out in the process. You slipped his softening cock out of your pussy and rested on his thighs as you leaned over and undid the tie.

Once his arm was free he grabbed you and rolled over to his side. He rubbed himself up against you sleepily and yawned, “Wow indeed, babycakes.” He kissed you on the cheek, “Are you in any pain?”

“No, I’m all good.” You yawned in response, “I think it’s time we get some sleep. You seem worn out.”

He nodded and rubbed his cheek up against your neck, “I adore you baby.” He yawned against, “I’m tired.”

You sighed happily, mission accomplished. You felt Bokuto cuddle up against you and kissed your cheek. It wasn’t long before your boyfriend was snoring beside you.

You sighed happily and got out of his arms to clean yourself up. With wobbly legs and a quiet yawn you made your way over to your shared bathroom. That was one way to get Bokuto to tire out.

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nothingbuthaikyuu · 3 years

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Watermelon Sugar High

Reader: Gender Neutral Character: Tetsurō Kuroo Rating: M Summary: Sometimes you just wanted to get high with your boyfriend after a long week at work. And there was nothing better than making brownies. Warning: Fluff, Recreational Drug Use Ask Box: Open | Commission Me! | Join me on Patreon

In the small apartment you lived with Kuroo, you two were seated on the couch. He was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and one of his button up shirts with all of the buttons undone. You were in a pair of his boxers and an old white t-shirt.

You had spent the afternoon making edibles. Your personal favourite, brownies. Kuroo multiple times had to stop you from licking the spoon. To save it for the finished product. And now a few bites in of a bit corner piece (the best piece), you were starting to feel the high come over you.

It started with becoming a bit too aware of your hands as you scrolled through your phone. Then a weird sensation in your nose and then the high set in. You felt loose, happy and so deeply in love with your boyfriend of the last few years.

You put your phone on the coffee table once more and leaned over to the table to grab the plate with the brownie on it. You took a bit bite and melted a little at the chocolate chunks that Kuroo haphazardly threw into the mixture before baking.

You made a pleased noise and Kuroo chuckled. You felt his dry lips on your face as you took another smaller bite before you put the plate back down. Kuroo’s voice was in your ear soon after, “Don’t overdo it, kitten. Don’t want you greening out on me.”

You giggled a little and gave him a big grin, hints of chocolate smeared across your teeth, “I’ll be fine.”

He just chuckled and kissed you on the lips. His hands on your shoulders as he continued to kiss you, bit by bit the kiss became deeper. He thought you looked really beautiful right now. In nothing but his clothes, eating the brownies you made together, getting high after a long weekend.

When he pulled away from the kiss, you yawned a little bit. You had a little too much and were starting to get a little sleepy. Kuroo smiled at you and moved a little bit so you were more comfortable on the couch. He watched you kick your legs up onto the table and snuggle into his side.

He was starting to feel the effects of his high as he held you close to him. He yawned a little bit and scratched his jaw a little bit. The weight against him felt comfortable, you also looked adorable as you tried to stay awake as you got higher.

Your eyes drooped a little bit as you watched television. Your yawns were big and loud as you snuggled closer to him. The fabric of his sweatpants felt so comfortable against your hand as you brushed the side of his thigh lovingly.

“Sleepy baby?” He asked with a grin.

“No.” You grumbled as you buried yourself further into his arm. Another yawn left your lips as you felt the sense of drowsiness overtake you. He thought you looked so adorable.

You two watched television together, Kuroo spaced out for a little bit as he switched between the weather channel and the local kid’s network. He occasionally looked over to you and kissed you on the lips gently.

You made a little noise at the kisses but looked like you were fighting to stay awake. Your eyes occasionally closed but would instantly open again. But then closed again eventually. It made Kuroo chuckle and kiss you more.

He eventually zoned out at the high set in. He moved a little closer to the arm of the couch and rested against it. He couldn’t decide if he was hungry or tired. He let out a small yawn and his stomach growled.

Yeah he was both at the same time.

“Babe?” He eventually asked as he looked down and saw you fast asleep beside him, your mouth slightly open and softly snoring. He took one look at you and chuckled, “Someone had a little too much.”

He moved away from you and let you occupy the couch fully. You laid out carefully, sleepily grabbing the throw pillow and putting it under your head. Kuroo licked his lips, thinking about what to snack on while you fell asleep. Maybe if he didn’t eat the entire bag of chips, he’ll leave some for you.

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nothingbuthaikyuu · 3 years

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Jazz Club

Reader: F Character: Keiji Akaashi & Kōtarō Bokuto Rating: E Summary: Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band. Warning: Smut, Polyam, Reverse Cowgirl, Cunnilingus, Pregnant Reader, Pregnancy Kink, Jazz AU Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

Akaashi looked sleek in his suit, all black with small accents of yellow. He sighed as he scanned the room for you. He found no sight of you and sighed to himself, you must be busy backstage. With Bokuto. Because he wasn’t on stage with the rest of the band.

He straightened his tie, as walked through the club as the next song played. There weren’t many jazz clubs left in Tokyo, but the ones that remained were often filled. Old men with young waitresses and up and coming bands.

Akaashi slinked past tables and go to the back of the club. The saxophone played high on stage mixed with the piano, drums and trumpet. No one would notice him slipping into backstage.

Once he got far enough away from the stage, down the narrow hallway of the backrooms, thats when he heard the rough moans and high gasps of two people in the furthest room. Akaashi sighed and pushed his hair out of his eyes before he with quick feet got down the hall and opened the door to the room.

Inside was you and Bokuto, and Bokuto inside of you. You were in his lap on the couch with you blouse open, your bra pulled down, and your six month pregnant belly in fully display. And of course your maternity underwear pushed to the side to give Bokuto easy access to you. Your skirt and blouse were a crumpled mess on the floor.

Akaashi sighed, “Ko.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, “You weren’t on stage tonight.” And entered the room, slamming the door behind him. Might as well give the pregnant woman some decency.

You got off of Bokuto’s lap with a huff and dropped down beside him. You rubbed your belly idly, “You guys have been away on tour, I missed both of you.”

“And it couldn’t wait till we all got home?” Akaashi said as he eyed your pregnant body. He knew that Bokuto had a liking for your new figure, but Akaashi enjoyed the sight of your large breasts and the brat you carried. There was a 50% chance it was his anyway so maybe he shouldn’t call it a brat.

You pouted, “I wasn’t able to serve drinks when I saw him roll up his sleeves, you know what his forearms do to me.”

Akaashi took off his suit jacket, hung it up over the chair and rolled up his sleeves, “I know, I have the ultrasound in my wallet that clearly explains what his forearms do to you.” He walked up to you and rubbed your bump, “You have to be gentle, I’d hate for our baby to be premature because you two couldn’t behave.”

You leaned forward, and pulled on Akaashi’s tie, “But you want a taste of mama don’t you?”

Akaashi could hear the climax of the song hit, and he knew he didn’t have much time before the band came back to pack up for the night. He pulled away from you and patted you on the head the way an owner would a dog.

“I’ll just observe tonight, seem you two already started without me.” He walked over to the vanity and turned the chair to face the couch. He grabbed a beer from the mini fridge and sat down. He crossed one leg over the other and opened the beer. He looked at the both of you, his gaze lingered on your bump and swollen breasts, “Get to it, the climax of the song just happened.”

You peeled off your panties, exposing your wet cunt. You gave Akaashi a smart look before you rolled back over onto Bokuto’s lap.

The dark haired man took a sip then said, “I want her facing, I wanna see that that beautiful face of hers.” He smirked as he heard you huff.

“Pregnant lady here.” You retorted as you sat in Bokuto’s lap. You faced Akaashi with your knees on the couch on either side of Bokuto and you took off your bra. Exposing your beautiful pregnant body to Akaashi. You seated yourself on Bokuto’s tacky cock.

Bokuto’s strong hands splayed across your bump, stretch marks ran up your belly, it was only a matter of time before you popped. The silver haired man started to thrust up into you.

You placed your hands on your knees and started to move up and down on Bokuto’s cock. Soon your hands found your bump. You rubbed it as you moved up and down, picking up where you left off.

Akaashi sipped his beer, it was the cheap stuff from the corner store. His cock strained in his pants, his naked partner riding his other partner. Quite the sight.

You deeply exhaled and grumbled, “Kōtarō, you woke up the baby.” You ran your hands along the curve of your belly as you continued to ride him. The music on stage was distant, but still heard through the thin walls of the change room.

Bokuto smoothed his hands across your belly, feeling his child inside of you. No one really knows the father, you both fucked these two men often and with many rounds. Either the kid was gonna be a silver haired hyper active little thing or dark hair with knowing eyes and the ability to talk out of any situation.

Akaashi continued to drink his cheap beer as you and Bokuto moved against one another. Your belly shook with each thrusts and your breasts were shiny with a thin layer of sweat. You two must’ve been at it for a while.

“My perverted partners.” Akaashi sighed, “Couldn’t wait till we got home. I bet you seduced him didn’t you, baby?” He asked you, “He saw that tight skirt and the heavy belly and knew he had to have you. It’s not fair to to tease Ko like that.”

“Hey, c’mon!” Bokuto chirped, “I wanted to feel my baby mama. She’s all plush and sexy.” He groaned as he hands found purchase on your hips and he started to move his hips faster.

Akaashi finished the rest of the beer and crushed the can in his hand. He listened carefully over the huffs, moans and groans of you and Bokuto to hear that the band was doing an encore. He smirked to himself, “Well, seems like they’re popular tonight.” He got up and rolled up his sleeves further.

“Keiji.” You groaned, you cupped your belly from the bottom. You looked beautiful under the yellow light of the backroom. You moans and deep breaths, the shudder through your body as waves of pleasure lapped over you.

“Beautiful.” Akaashi growled.

He got down on his knees, to your stuffed cock and held your thighs open. He went straight to your clit. He started to lick at your aching sex. After all you were his baby mama too. And since you three still had time before the rest of the band came back, he could wring you of every orgasm you had.

Your pregnant body could handle the pleasure. After all pleasure is good fro keeping a mama happy. And Akaashi was in the business of keeping you happy.

“She’s beautiful.”

“She’s ours.”

The first orgasm hit, then the second, the the third. Your eyes rolled back as the third orgasm hit. Both Akaashi and Bokuto’s hands were on your belly, feeling you as Bokuto fucked into you and Akaashi pleasured your cunt.

You felt full in every sense of the word. Both men at your sexual disposal in this moment, making your orgasms seem like an easy thing to make you have. You could curse them if you could have a coherent thought that wasn’t centred around the feeling in your body.

“That’s our girl.” Bokuto chirped, “Fuck you’re so tight around me. How are you gonna push my baby out? Guess we gotta loosen you up a bit.”

Akaashi nipped your over stimulated clit then said, “We have time.”

“Fuck, I’m close.’ Bokuto groaned. The band was coming to a close and as the silver haired man continued to fuck you wildly, you were just as much as their disposal as they were yours.

Bokuto gripped your bump as he gave you a few more heavy thrusts. Then he spurted cum into your aching pussy. He threw his head back and groaned, his eyes rolled back a little.

Once he started to come down from his high, he flopped his arms against the couch as his now useless cock stayed inside of you. Akaashi gave you one final orgasm and as the last song hit its second climax you finished on Bokuto’s cock. Soaking him and the couch with your wetness.

When Akaashi was done, he sat on the hardwood floor of the room and looked up at your swollen belly and puffy, abused cunt. He reached out and touched taunt skin. You were an insatiable woman.

You whimpered and carefully got off of Bokuto’s cock. You sat on the leather couch, your wet pussy against the warm leather as you sat there with your hands on your bump.

The audience clapped and Akaashi got up, “Alright.” He said, “Let’s get you two cleaned up and air out the room before the rest of them make comments. And no more fucking in the room, it’s a shared room.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, sir. Now help me up, I can’t get off the couch... Baby bump.”

Akaashi smiled and rubbed your bump, “Of course, and don’t think I’m not finished with the both of you.”

Bokuto gave him a cheeky girl, “Yes, sir.”

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nothingbuthaikyuu · 3 years

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Short Hair

Reader: F Character: Takanobu Aone Rating: G Summary: You told nobody about your haircut. You left Date Tech one afternoon with long hair and returned the next day with boyish short hair. There was barely enough to tuck behind your ear. Warning: Fluff, First Kiss, Confessions Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

You told nobody about your haircut. You left Date Tech one afternoon with long hair and returned the next day with boyish short hair. There was barely enough to tuck behind your ear.

As you walked through the halls, all eyes were on you. You tried not to pay too much attention to the stares, but it was hard with the amount of them. You found yourself playing with your hair, running your fingers through it as you walked to your locker.

What you weren’t expecting was the reaction Aone was going to have. When he saw you approach your locker with your short hair, he nearly dropped his books and his cheeks went bright pink.

“Hello Takanobu.” You smiled as you opened your locker, “Did you get too much sun yesterday, you’re looking very flushed.” You reached over to touch him on the shoulder but he nearly flinched.

“Your hair.” He said in his quiet tone.

“Oh yeah. I got it cut yesterday.” You shrugged, “I hated the bob the hairdresser was going for so I just asked them to chop it all off. It’ll grow back.” You smiled as you patted him on the shoulder, “Are you sure you didn’t get too much sun?”

Aone swallowed and clutched his books tighter, “I’m okay.” He turned back to his locker. His hand shook a little. He didn’t understand how you could look cuter? He already thought you were the utmost beautiful, but this sudden lack of hair made you seem more adorable.

You scratched your head, feeling the lack of length, then grabbed your textbooks for your first class, “It’s not too short is it?” You looked over to him, “People have been giving me far too many stares.”

Aone blushed deeper as he looked down, “You look great.” And then stilled when you shoved him playfully.

“Oh, Takanobu! You’re such a sweet talker. I still don’t understand how you don’t have a girlfriend yet.” You laughed as you got your books and closed your locker.

Aone’s words became a jumbled in his mouth, a mix of wanting to thank you for the compliment, tell you he doesn’t want a girlfriend and confess his undying love for you. Instead he remained silent with the tips of his ears feeling hot.

“Well, buddy, I’m going to head to class now. I’ll see you later, we’ll meet at our spot for lunch.” You playfully bumped your hip against him before your beautiful laugh left your lips as you walked off to your first class.

Aone sighed and closed his locker. There was no way a girl like you would end up with him, you were just too perfect. Even now with the short hair that complimented every beautiful feature of your face, there was no stopping every guy at Date Tech from wanting to date you.

You were just too beautiful now.

When lunch time rolled around, Aone’s thoughts were about your haircut. He couldn’t get his mind off of the sight of it. How beautiful you looked with the short cut, it was something so new for you that he was surprised you hadn’t tried it before.

When you met under the willow tree on campus, he was already sitting there with his lunch in hand. Which was usually water, a milk carton from the vending machine, a protein bar, a salad, and usually some kind of leftover from the night before.

“Taka!” You chirped.

He waved to you, becoming flustered once more. You sat beside him, too painfully close for him to not become more flustered. He swallowed back his emotions and went back to eating. He watched you open your lunch bag and get your food out.

You chatted about your first three classes as you picked at your food. Even at one point, stealing some of his fish from his container. He could’ve melted at the sight of you eating the food that he cooked. He wanted to cook for you all the time, he wanted to do all kinds of things with you.

“And then I said, there was no way that was possible. That sounded so fake, but you know how she is. Totally fake!” You laughed, “But then again she gets all the guys.” You sighed and laid down on the grass, “I wonder what that’s like.”

“There’s guys who like you.” Aone said as he put his container down and laid beside you. He blushed further when you reached over and took a hold of his hand.

“Well, they’re being very quiet about it.” You squeezed his hand, “Like if you have a crush on someone, let them know. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Aone swallowed, “Well.” He trailed off.

You looked at him, “Yeah, Taka? Do you have a crush on a girl?” Your eyes went wide, “You’ve never had a crush on a girl before! Who is she? Is she in our year?”

Aone blushed further, “Well. You see.”

“Tell me! I have to know everything. You’re my best friend after all! I gotta approve of her first” You chirped as you squeezed his hand and got closer, “Tell me.”

“She is-”

“Spit it out, Takanobu!” You exclaimed.

“It’s you!” He said loudly. Probably the loudest he had ever been with you. He let go of your hand and gripped the grass under him, “It’s you. And you’ve only gotten cuter with that haircut.”

You blinked at him, “It’s me? You have a crush on me?” You crowded his space and looked at him from an odd angle.

“Yes.’ He spat out, “Ever since first year. I’m sorry.”

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” You said as you sat up and looked down at him, “Don’t apologize. I just didn’t know. Wow. This entire time. Why didn’t you say anything?”

He let go of the grass and sat up with you. He sighed as his eyes casted downwards, “I didn’t want you to hate me. I value you too much- '' And before he could finish the sentence you kissed him. Your hands on his face as you touched lips with him softly.

His eyes were wide for a moment before they fluttered closed and he returned the kiss. His hand rested on your wrist. You stayed like that for a while, kissing one another as the birds chirped and your food was left forgotten.

When you pulled away, you ran your fingers through your short hair, “I like you, Takanobu. For a long time now.” You smiled at him and placed your hand back on his cheek, “I mean it.”

He could’ve died at that moment. He asked, “Does this mean-”

You smiled, “yes!”

“Perfect. And you’re keeping the haircut right?” He asked as he took you in his arms softly. He kissed the top of your head.

You held onto him gently and nodded, “Yes, plus it’ll be a bitch to grow out. I’m glad you like it.” You combed your fingers through it, “It feels nice. Touch it, it’s so soft now!”

Aone chuckled lightly and touched your hair, you felt perfect in his arms. His heart felt like it was going to burst, but he was content if not beyond happy. He held you as you started to ramble about your potential first date.

This was bliss, this was heaven. This was perfect.

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Another Bite

Reader: F Character: Issei Matsukawa Rating: M Summary: It was fairly easy to never eat again for you. You deeply believed that not eating was a vital to your self control, that there would be all these benefits to not being what you considered a ‘glutton’. But your boyfriend sees things differently. Warning: Minor Angst, Fluff, Implied Eating Disorder, Food Ask Box: Open | Commission Me! | Join me on Patreon

You struggled with eating for years, sometimes your mom’s words got into your head about your weight and eating habits. So most of the time you didn’t eat, you thought it was better this way. It’s fine if you didn’t eat, you were just showing self restraint. It was fine, right?

It was a pretty terrible depressive episode you were going through, when you went for your shower earlier that day, you took a good look at yourself in the mirror and felt horrified by what you saw. The stretch marks, the what you considered lumps. It really set you back from taking a bite of much of anything and you spent the rest of day in bed. Curled up on your side, where you felt very hyper aware about your rolls and folds.

Matsukawa’s voice tried to rung in your head about how you looked fine but there was no avail to the other half of yourself that was an onslaught of negative thoughts. How could Matsukawa find you attractive? You were just so painfully ugly, maybe if you lost weight maybe he’d find you more attractive. Guys liked skinny girls.

“Ugly idiot.” You muttered to yourself as you laid in bed and pinched at you stomach fat that was peeking out from your rolled up shirt.

You laid in bed most of the day, when you had to get up to use the bathroom. You shielded your eyes form yourself, refusing to take another glance at yourself. You knew fully well that it would just make it worse, and you ignored all the hunger pains you had.

“Stop being gluttonous.” You grumbled to yourself as you washed your hands and went back to bed. You were developing a headache from the lack of food and you felt weakened, but you kept going.

By the time Matsukawa came home from work, you were still curled in bed with the blankets over your head and the curtains drawn. You were sleepy but unable to sleep, you felt so exhausted despite not doing much of anything.

When your boyfriend called out, “Baby, I got us take out.” You wanted to shrink into yourself. You weren’t supposed to eat! You were supposed to not eat and get skinny so you’d be loveable.

But the smell of cooked meat and rice wafted through the air of the apartment and made you empty stomach growl. When the door to the bedroom opened, you heard Matsukawa’s voice, “Are you okay, baby?”

“I’m fine.” You replied.

“Are you sure, you’re lying in bed with the curtains drawn.” He put the bag down on the desk and sat beside you on the bed. He rubbed your arm and leaned over to kiss yourself.

You sighed, “Do you think I’m ugly?” And rolled over to look at him with tears in your eyes. You sniffled, “Do you think I’m painfully fat?”

“Baby, you’re barely even fat.” He responded honestly, “Did you not eat today?”

You shook your head, “Wasn’t hungry.” You sighed into your pillow, “Plus it’s for the best, if I don’t eat. I’ll get skinny.”

“No, no, no.” He said. He took you by the hand and pulled you to sit up in bed, “We’re eating, I got us take out and I’m not going to let your starve because you’re listening to that bad voice in your head.”

“Mattsun.” You remarked, “I just wanna be pretty.”

“No way.” He said, “You’re more than just pretty, you’re beautiful. And beautiful girls need some calories in them.” He pulled you out of bed and made sure you got your slippers on before he grabbed the bag of food with one hand and your hand with the other.

When you got the kitchen, he sat you down and got everything onto plates. You noticed that he was taking meat off of his meal and putting it on yours, including some of the extra pieces of vegetables and even an extra dumpling. When he served you, you tried to put the meat back on his bowl, but he refused, picking it up and feeding it to you.

“I won’t let you starve, baby.” He warned, “So don’t try. Eat up.”

There was noice point in fighting back against Matsukawa, he was right. You did need to eat up and get some calories in your body to burn energy. The body needed energy and your body desperately needed some.

You slowly ate, absorbing the delicious taste of the grilled meat and the sauce that got mixed into the white rice. Matsukawa reached out on occasion and rubbed your arm in comfort, just in case you were becoming insecure about how much you were eating.

The smile on his face and those sleepy eyes told you that you were doing great and he was proud of you for eating. Bit by bit you believed a little bit more that you weren’t fat or gross, that you wouldn’t solve all your problems by never eating again. You body needed to nutrients and you wouldn’t automatically become more loveable if you got super skinny. Plus Matsukawa liked some meat on his girl’s bones, all the more reason to love you.

“Ugly idiot.” You muttered to yourself as you laid in bed and pinched at you stomach fat that was peeking out from your rolled up shirt.

“Stop being gluttonous.” You grumbled to yourself as you washed your hands and went back to bed. You were developing a headache from the lack of food and you felt weakened, but you kept going.

When your boyfriend called out, “Baby, I got us take out.” You wanted to shrink into yourself. You weren’t supposed to eat! You were supposed to not eat and get skinny so you’d be loveable.

“I’m fine.” You replied.

“Are you sure, you’re lying in bed with the curtains drawn.” He put the bag down on the desk and sat beside you on the bed. He rubbed your arm and leaned over to kiss yourself.

You sighed, “Do you think I’m ugly?” And rolled over to look at him with tears in your eyes. You sniffled, “Do you think I’m painfully fat?”

“Baby, you’re barely even fat.” He responded honestly, “Did you not eat today?”

You shook your head, “Wasn’t hungry.” You sighed into your pillow, “Plus it’s for the best, if I don’t eat. I’ll get skinny.”

“Mattsun.” You remarked, “I just wanna be pretty.”

When you got to the kitchen, he sat you down and got everything onto plates. You noticed that he was taking meat off of his meal and putting it on yours, including some of the extra pieces of vegetables and even an extra dumpling. When he served you, you tried to put the meat back on his bowl, but he refused, picking it up and feeding it to you.

“I won’t let you starve, baby.” He warned, “So don’t try. Eat up.”

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Alpha’s Growl

Reader: F Character: Atsumu Miya Rating: E Summary: There was one thing to be with the most powerful man of the underworld. His sharp suits, his alpha stance, the specks of blood on his face that he came home with. His strong hands, and how he made you, an omega, feel so tiny. Warning: ABO AU, Smut, Breeding Kink, Primal Kink, Alpha!Atsumu, Omega!Reader, Doggy Style Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

There was one thing to be with the most powerful man of the underworld. His sharp suits, his alpha stance, the specks of blood on his face that he came home with. His strong hands, and how he made you, an omega, feel so tiny.

But living in his riches came with a price. You were his through and through, from the ring on your finger, to the deep bite scar in the junction of your neck. And once a year, in early summer, your husband had a deep carnal craving.

Something that couldn’t be covered up with wit, riches and guns. And only one person could solve this problem, you.

You were hidden under the bed in your bedroom, your fingers deep in the carpet as you heard Atsumu’s heavy footsteps pass by the closed door of the bedroom. He loved the chase when he went into rut, his little bunny hidden for him to find him. He was the big scary alpha, the one who was going to breed your tight little cunt.

You heard him walk across the hallway, the sound of opening and closing doors. Him sighing, he called out your name multiple times. He wanted to find you so badly, you knew he was on the cusp of a full rut. And once he was fully in the headspace, you weren’t seeing sunlight for a few days. Not while his jaw was locked into your throat, and his claws were in your hips.

“Bunny.” He said in a sing-song tone outside the bedroom once more, “Where are you, I’m not going to hurt you. I might rough you up a little, but a girl like you can take anything I throw at her. Now come out, I’m starting to get bored.” He huffed.

Your heart raced in your chest as you stayed perfectly still. Your pointed finger played with a stray strand of the carpet. You were in nothing but thin, almost mesh lingerie. Something cheap and easy to destroy.

“Oh, baby.” He said as he opened bedroom door. He strode in, his heavy boots came into view from your position under the bed. You heard him rub his hand across the edge of the bed and made a pleased noise, “You know a bunny tastes sweeter when her heart is racing, the blood makes her more tender.”

Your heart was beating faster, it felt like you were going to die. This was all just foreplay before the main event. Your sex felt wet, your hands were shaking as you could hear his deep breathing. He growled a little bit which made your heart lodge in your throat and he squatted down to look under the bed. He pushed up the bed skirt and saw you there, wide eyed and in fear.

“Atsumu.” You swallowed.

“There’s my bunny. Such a scared little thing. Don’t worry, the big bad wolf is going to eat her up in one sitting.” He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you across the carpet to get you up from under the bed.

He watched your breasts get minor rub burn as he laid you on the soft off-white carpet. He flipped you onto your back and smirked like a sadistic bastard. A soft growl escaped his lips as his clawed hands roamed your body. He was the alpha of all alphas, you could see the glimmer of fangs in his mouth.

“I can’t wait to breed you. I’m going to show you how to stuff a bunny, omega.” And with that he was tearing the lingerie off your body, you tried to push away from from him but his was just too powerful.

You were silk, he was iron. He picked you up like a rag doll and threw you over the edge of the bed so your ass was exposed to him. You tried pushing your thighs together, but clawed hands pushed your thighs apart, exposing your glistening sex.

He growled again, as he started to unbutton his shirt and get out of the formal attire he was wearing. There was no use being dressed now, not when he was going to give his little bunny a belly full of cum.

“My, my, my omega.” He purred, “It’s cute to think that you could hide from me for so long. I could smell your wetness from the kitchen. But like I said, the fester the heartbeat, the more tender the meat.” Once his clothes and shoes were scattered around him. He smirked at your already trembling form.

“Tsum Tsum.” You whimpered as you felt his cock brush up against you. He was almost nine inches and thick too. The type of cock that ensured a proper breeding.

He kept your legs spread as he shoved his cock inside of your aching cunt with one hard thrust. He pushed back any tightness you might have had, and the clutch around his cock made his eyes roll back a little. This is what he wanted, his mate under him, accepting him fully and hopefully producing a nice set of twins by next spring.

His pace was brutal and fast, you could barely get out any words beside incoherent moans as your bodies slapped together. The sound echoed through the bedroom, you became more wet with each hard thrust.

He kept one hand on your hip and another clawed at your stomach. He purred, the idea of soon his brood keeping the lonely womb company. The next generation of Miya’s. All carried safely by you. He was expecting the next couple of years to be eventful with children, and it pleased the primal, inner alpha that lived in Atsumu that only came out when he was in rut.

“That’s it.” He purred, “That’s my good little bunny. Get nice and stuffed with my cock, let me breed you the right way. There is no one else that can have this sweet cunt of yours. Only me because you’re mine. Got it?” His run on sentences and half baked words signalled that he was getting lost in the heat of his rut.

You whimpered and moaned, your breasts rubbed against the soft comforter a you were pushed and pulled against the bed. The weight of his hand against your stomach felt nice, a reminder of what the first rut off your birth control was going to lead to.

You were made to accept alpha cum, and you found the best alphas possible. Even if he was a truly evil man at times. He could kill you so easily, but he loved his little bunny. He loved your soft breasts, your sharp tongue and most of all the sweet, sopping sex that was between your legs. Everything was his.

He continued to thrust up into you and you moaned loudly. Thankful that all of Atsumu’s men left earlier. There was no need for shame in the morning.

“You’re going to become a mother soon.” He growled, “Be all mine. Because that’s what you are. Mine. I own you.”

“Tsumu.” You panted as were met with his clawed hand digging deeper into your stomach, “I love you.”

“And I love you. Mmm, you’re getting close. I can smell it. You’re becoming a vice around my cock. That’s it. Cum for me. Get yourself ready for my cum, fuck yeah, bunny.”

“Please, Atsumu. Please!” You gasped, finally finding your voice in the sea of pleasure. You were loud as he was quiet. His words deadly in your ear, and your response was to be a pathetic little loud omega.

You soon came around his cock. You clawed at the bed spread as you threw your head back in pleasure. Atsumu just groaned at the feeling of your cunt tightening around his cock. Once you became limp in post orgasmic bliss, he moved you fully onto the bed and placed both hands on your hips.

He started to jackhammer himself inside of you. Now with both of you on the bed, he got a better angle to impregnate you with. You were still loud and lost in your pleasure and Atsumu soaked himself up in it.

“That’s it.” He growled, “Fucking good bunny, accept all of me. Get pregnant you little omega. Give me triplets.” His voice was low and dangerous, lost in his own lust.

“Please, please, please.” You moaned out, your pussy soaked his cock as he continued to pound you.

It wasn’t long before he was cumming. Pushing all of his cum deep inside of you. Making sure it took. He let out a primal, low growl.

You were limp by the time he was done. Out of your mind, the smell of alpha and cum flooded your omega brain and broke it. Once he pulled out, your hips hit the bed. Your eyes rolled back for a moment as your oversensitive clit brushed against the dark bedspread.

Atsumu laid beside you from behind. Curled up around you to protect you in your bliss. Alphas protect their little mates and make sure it all takes.

“Good, bunny. Fully stuffed.” He purred. His voice sounded sleepy but he couldn’t stop rubbing his soft cock up against your back.

Just when you thought it was over, you felt his cock harden against your back as you laid there. Hands started to roam your nude body. Claws carefully tracing your stomach.

You whimpered, your pussy already abused by his cock. But he wasn’t done yet. You will be having pups by next spring, he was going to make sure of that.

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How We Met (Mango Juice & Butterfingers)

Reader: F Character: Keiji Akaashi Rating: E Summary: “Do you remember how we met?” Akaashi asked as he laid in bed with you, his hand trailed down your arm as he kissed your nose, “Do you even think about how one moment changed the course of our lives.” Warning: Smut, Fluff, Gentle Sex, Kissing Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

“Do you remember how we met?” Akaashi asked as he laid in bed with you, his hand trailed down your arm as he kissed your nose, “Do you even think about how one moment changed the course of our lives.”

“All the time.” You said as you curled up closer to him and kissed his chin.

It was your second year, you were the new transfer student at the school and were more nervous than anything. Fukurōdani Academy was unlike your old school, everything seemed much more grander.

But all you had to do was pass your classes with minimal damage and graduate. However, that was unlikely on your first day. You were walking to go sit outside for lunch and with your head down you suddenly bumped into someone much taller.

“Are you okay?” You heard and looked up. Big golden eyes looked down at you with worry.

“Um, yeah I’m okay!” You chirped as you tried to back up but as the stranger tried to reach out for you, he dropped his cup fo mango juice all over the front of your uniform shirt.

You were approached by a second person, “Oh, Bokuto-san. You got her covered in juice.” He had dark eyes and dark hair. He pulled you away from the puddle that had formed. Your eyes met for the first time and you felt heat rise to your cheeks.

You jumped back and yelped as you slipped on the puddle of juice. You laid there sprawled out on the ground. You felt some embarrassed, you expected the boys to laugh at you but instead the boy with the dark eyes, leaned over and helped you up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up before Bokuto does anymore damage. I’m Keiji Akaashi, he is Kōtarō Bokuto. Let us help.” He gave you a small smile, “And don’t worry, no one else saw you fall.”

“Promise not to tell anyone.” You said as you looked down at your interlocked fingers with Akaashi.

“It’ll be our secret. Now, can I check if you hit your head on your fall?”

And that was how you met Keiji Akaashi, and somehow all the years later you were together. Living in Tokyo, working, loving and being together. All because of an incident with mango juice.

“What a day.” You chuckled.

Akaashi continued to kiss you, he rolled you onto the bed. His hands found your breasts and rubbed them over your t-shirt, which was actually his t-shirt. He smiled down at you before he took his glasses off and continued to play with you.

You giggled as your nipples started to poke through your t-shirt. Soon enough you got it off, “I think about that day almost every day. If it wasn’t for some mango juice and Bokuto’s butter fingers, we would’ve never met.”

“I’m just glad you didn’t hit your head, I would’ve hated to have to see you in the nurse’s office.” He sighed as he leaned in for another kiss as his hands roamed your thighs, “You’re too beautiful to be hurt like that.”

You chuckled into the kiss, “Sweet talker.” You wiggled your shorts off as then brought your hands up to his cheeks and held them as you made out, your bodies pressed together as you laid there in nothing but panties.

You knew where this was going. You kisses were sweet and tender, just like the love you often made. While kink was fun, sometimes it was nice to be gentle with one another.

You combed your fingers through his hair as he continued to feel up your bare body while you made out. The kisses were sweet, soft, but hungry for more. Especially since you were bare under him.

When he pulled away, he pulled off his shirts and slipped off his boxers. Then he went to your panties. He licked his lips as he ran his hands down your thighs as he leaned back over you.

He placed your legs around his waist as he soon guided his cock inside of you. He groaned into the kiss as he slipped inside of you, his cock stretched you open as he inched his cock further inside of you. He started to rut against you, his hands on your hips as he moved you up and down on his cock in time with his thrusts.

You continued to kiss you, your kisses became make outs. Sloppy and wet between you two. You groaned into the kiss and he shuddered against you as pleasure traced up his spine.

“Fuck, I love you.” He groaned, “You’re perfect.” And then cupped your face for a moment with one hand while his other was on your hips. He was still fucking into you with warmth and passion but not in rough in the slightest.

He pushed hair out of your eyes and smiled down at you, “You’re so gorgeous, I don’t know what to do half the time. You’re just too good to be true. I’m a better man every day because I met you.”

“Oh, Akaashi.” You smiled, “I love you.”

“And I love you. You make me feel so good, you’re perfect.” He groaned as he put both hands back on your hips and leaned back. His pace went quicker, his hard cock brushed up against you as he moved against you.

You two were gentle with each other as you moved. In perfect harmony after years together, it was a sight for the both of you. Truly in love and so perfect for another. That didn’t mean you never fought, but you always resolved the issue. No matter what.

“My beloved.” He sighed.

“My Keiji.” You responded as you linked your fingers with his as he continued to thrust into you with just his hips. You met his pace and moved with him, you felt pleasure swirl in your gut.

It wasn’t long before you tightened your legs around his waist, your thighs squeezed around his toned body as he continued to thrust inside of you. Your hands linked together as you moved.

“Fuck.” He groaned, “Perfect.”

You both came in unison, you panting breaths mixed together. He let out a sharp groan through his teeth as he finished inside of you, your pussy tight around him. You let out a whimper of a noise, your legs tight around him.

When he finished, he exhaled deeply and carefully took your legs off around him. He got tissues to clean up his mess and carefully gave you aftercare. Even if it was gentle, soft sex. When he was done, he laid beside you and captured you in his arms.

He kissed you on the crook of your neck and smiled against your heated skin. He chuckled, “To mango juice.” And gave you another kiss on your warmed skin.

You chuckled, “To mango juice.” You flipped over to face him, you cupped his face, still warmed from sex, “And our love. My favourite person in the entire world.” Then kissed him on the lips.

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Jealousy (I Ain’t With It)

Reader: F Character: Kentarō Kyōtani, Ryūnosuke Tanaka Rating: M Summary: “can we get some kentaro (i can’t spell sorry) or tanaka jealousy content 👀👀” - @usually-unusaul Warning: Jealousy, Implied Smut Tip Jar 🍸 | Ask Box: Open | Commission Me! | Join me on Patreon

Kyōtani wasn’t a jealous type of guy. He wasn’t someone who got jealous often when it came to you hanging out with other people. If it was someone he knew then he didn’t get jealous, a little protective if someone got too close. But not jealous.

But when it came to strangers Kyōtani became protective. Arms wrapped around your waist, teeth bared, possessive kisses along the column of your neck.

“Kentarō!” You yelped when he wrapped his arms around you and laid his head on your shoulder.

He glared daggers at Kuroo, who thought it was acceptable to come up to you and start to flirt with you. Kyōtani overheard the rooster head talking to you and trying to impress you with how well training was going.

“Oh.” The dark haired man said, as he looked from you to Kyōtani, “You have a boyfriend.”

You sighed, “Yes, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” You reached up and held onto Kyōtani’s arms that were wrapped around your shoulders. You clutched your boyfriend to keep him from going full Mad Dog on the rooster head.

You knew the dog would win against the bird.

“Don’t touch my girlfriend.” Kyōtani remarked as he tightened his grip on you. He kissed the side of your head and you leaned your head back to give him another kiss.

“The Mag Dog, that’s a choice.” Kuroo smirked.

“Better than a rooster.’ You bit back. You were snug in your boyfriend’s strong arms. You kept your gaze locked with Kuroo’s, you were going to get the message across. You were happily taken.

Kuroo’s smirk only grew, “Well congratulations, Kyōtani. You got yourself quite the catch.” He then turned away from you two and said, “I’ll see you all at practice then.” And walked off.

When he was out of sight, Kyōtani turned you around and kissed you deeply on the lips, “Let’s go someone more private.” He said, “I need to suck a mark on your neck.”

You blushed, “But practice is starting soon!” You were the manager after all, you both needed to be on the court.

He just pulled you in for another kiss, in front of so many people. He leaned into your ear after he broke the kiss and said, “Then let’s make it quick, kitten.”

It was always Oikawa, because how could it not be Oikawa. His arm wrapped around you during training camp. How close he got to you, his lips almost to your cheek made Tanaka see red.

“I’m going to kill that bastard!” Tanaka snapped but was held back by Sugawara and Daichi.

When you noticed the commotion, you broke away from Oikawa and quickly went over to your boyfriend to calm him down. As you walked away you heard the brunette said, “You know where to find me, chickadee.” With a wink.

Which only made Tanaka see a deeper shade of red as he thrashed in the grip of his friends. You put your plate down and went over to him and took his face in your hands.

“Ryu, baby.” You said, “What’s going on?”

“I’m going to kill that playboy bastard!” Tanaka snapped. But was instantly calmed down when you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

He went slack in his friends’ arms and he was handed over to you, where you held him by the waist and kept giving him kisses. You apologized softly and shot glares at Oikawa, you thought he was being nice but in reality he liked you! That wasn’t okay, you were dating Tanaka.

“I’m sorry, baby.” You said as you held onto Tanaka as best as you could. He pressed himself up against you and rubbed his face against your neck.

“I hate him.” He grumbled against you.

You chuckled a little bit, “I know, but don’t worry. You’re the only one for me. I was trying to talk to him so we could figure out how he plays better. I thought ht was just being friendly.”

“How dare you take advantage of my girlfriend!” Tanaka yelled at the other player who was considerably farther away now.

Oikawa just stuck his tongue out and called back, “Well maybe if you didn’t have such a hot girlfriend, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

You blocked Tanaka’s path to the other boy and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. You held him close to you and kissed him on the lips to distract him.

You prayed that he wasn’t going to kill or fight anyone. But eventually you walked away with your boyfriend in tow. And when you were along, he took off his jacket and wrapped it around you and zipped it up to your chin.

“That’ll teach that bastard a lesson.”

You chuckled lightly and kissed him on the lips. You knew once training camp was over and you were back home, Tanaka will truly show how possessive he was over you.

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The Feared Owl

Reader: Gender Neutral Character: Kōtarõ Bokuto Rating: M Summary: “hello! could u pls do a yakuza!bokuto au where he’s literally crazy and incredibly feared but he loves and dotes on the reader like crazy?” - Anon Warning: Yakuza AU, Reference to Abuse, Fluff, Minor Angst, Age Gap (Bokuto is 30, Reader is 22) Ask Box: Open | Commission Me! | Join me on Patreon

Anything you want, Bokuto bought for you. Being one of the most feared men in the country, he was basically untouchable. He was great with a weapon, especially his sword that had been passed down through the generations. His arms and back were lined with tattoos showing off the bird imagery. He was the great horned owl, the most fearsome of its kind.

His hands were caked in blood, along with lining the pockets of local politicians. He ran clubs, brothels, casinos, everything was touched by his power. Those gold eyes spelled trouble and unless you were part of the family, being in the court of the owl was never a good thing.

But there was one weak spot in the great owl. The heel that could strike him down if anyone found out about it. They never attended any meetings, rarely seen at parties, but was the closest thing that Bokuto, the owl, had to love. He called her his little bunny, the docile little prey of the owl. But instead of eating you alive, he cherished you lovingly.

You were his little bunny, and he adored you. You were a simple college student, you used to work at a local cafe where you met Bokuto. Where most people were scared to even look at him, you talked to him every day with a bright smile and a tiny bit of flirting. Bokuto was enthralled by your boldness, but in reality you didn’t realize who he was until your first date when you started asking about the tattoos.

When he told you his profession, you blinked at him and went “You’re not going to hurt me, are you?” And that made Bokuto’s heart both sink and melt. There was a trace of fear in your eyes that settled when he told you that he’d never, ever hurt you. That’s when you said, “A lot of people have hurt me.”

Which made Bokuto hurt for you, especially when you got into more detail about your life with your mother. How cruel she was, the words she’d say to hurt you, the reminder of how useless, selfish and evil you were, even when you did nothing wrong. When you recalled a time where she yelled at you for not cleaning out the coffee pot to her liking, Bokuto knew he had to get you out of there.

“I’ll give you any money you want.” He said, “any amount and it’s yours!” He told you this on your second date after you barely touched your food because your mother mentioned how much weight you had gained.

“I can’t accept your money Kōtarō.” You shook your head, “It wouldn’t be fair, not this early in the relationship. You earned that money, I can’t very well take one big lump sum. She would get suspicious anyway.”

“Then I’ll give you an allowance! Every week you save the money I give you and then you can move out, or move in with me! You can, ummmmm, do household chores and you’ll never have to work again!”

You chuckled and poked at the pasta you were supposed to eat, “How about we see how this relationship goes, and then maybe I’ll take you up on your offer.”

He perked up, “Sounds like a plan. For now, eat up, or I’m giving you some of my lamb.” He pointed his fork at you. He was usually so threatening but you saw a side of him that couldn’t be denied, he was soft for you. The fearsome owl had a soft spot for you.

Almost two years of dating, you were just about to finish university and looking for next steps. And Bokuto was there regardless, during that time however, you moved in with him and carried an allowance. But still had ambitions to go to graduate school and pursue higher education. Life got better after you got out of your mother’s home, there was no more hurling hurtful words at you, you were praised so much that sometimes it frightened you. Bokuto was your number one fan, even when you got a sixty on that biology paper.

You took up most of the household chores in the mansion, when you weren’t in class you and a few of the men that Bokuto worked with cleaned up the mansion, you found it relaxing almost to scrub dishes, especially when you played the classic jazz records that Bokuto had.

What you weren’t expecting was for him to come home so early. You hadn’t even started dinner yet and suddenly you found a pair of strong arms around you. You almost dropped the expensive plate when you jolted.

You thought it was an intruder but in reality it was the soft embrace of your boyfriend. He rested his head on your shoulder and asked, “What’s for dinner tonight?”

You put the plate down and tuned in his arms. You cupped the side of his face that carried a large facial scar.You rubbed the faded red mark on his face as you said, “Bobo.” Your fond nickname for him, “Don’t scare me like that, you’re too quiet sometimes.”

He chuckled and leaned in for a kiss, “I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.” Then leaned in for another kiss, then another. Until you pulled away and laughed.

“My silly, Bo.” No one was ever allowed to call him ‘Bo’, but you had special priviledges far beyond anyone else. You were his weak spot and got away with most things, like calling him cute names and under spending your allowance (You had all the money in the world, why are you still buying hundred yen ramen?).

“This is a good record.” He chuckled as he pulled away and took your hands in his, “Indigo Jam Unit.” He smiled, he knew the names to all these records.

Bokuto loved you and he was glad that he was able to get you out of that hateful household. You seemed happily and healthier now that you were free of her, more smiles and cheers crossed your face. You were his beloved, of course he wanted you to be okay and happy.

As he gave you another kiss, you moved together in almost sync. Your socked feet matched well with his dress shoe ones. You laughed when you danced together, a smile on your face that made Bokuto’s heart bloom.

You were safe here, in the arms of the feared owl.

“I love you.” He smiled as he swayed with you in the kitchen. His hands in your as your bodies moved together.

“I love you too, my great owl.” You replied with a peck on the lips.

Bokuto giggled and pressed his forehead against yours, “My sweet little bunny.”

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Reader: F Character: Rintarō Suna, Kentarō Kyōtani Rating: G Summary: Your boyfriend was a punk and since you’ve been dating so long. You wanted your own jean vest and customize it to your liking. Warning: Fluff, Punk AU Ask Box: Open | Check Out ThreadytoGoDesign | Join me on Patreon

Suna noticed that you always played with the spikes on his vest when you sat in his lap when you hung out at the Foxhole. His baby girl in his arms while he wore his ‘battle vest’, his lips against your cheek while you played with the dull spikes that he meticulously attached to the vest.

“I should make you one.” He remarked one evening while he drove the both of you home from the clubhouse that the rest of the so-called foxes hung out in after hours.

“One what?” You asked as you looked up from your phone, your bag in your lap. Your long sleeves pushed up to reveal the tattoo of Suna’s name on your forearm. The only tattoo you had.

“A vest.” He replied, “Something you can wear to the Foxhole. I’m pretty sure Atsumu and Osamu would be impressed by it. Make you one of the guys.”

“That sounds awesome!” You chirped, “I’ve been collecting pins at all of your shows and the roller derby games. Maybe we can make patches too!” You looked giddy at the idea of your own vest.

Suna reached over and pat your thigh, “Anything you want, precious. It’s your battle vest.” And thus started the hunt for a battle vest. There were many trips to the local thrift store. Suna was very particular about the type of vest he wanted you to have, he didn’t want something flimsy and could fall apart with age. He wanted something sturdy, even a Levi’s jean jacket that you could cut the sleeves off. Eventually you two found a light denim wash jacket for a reasonable price.

Before you could pull out the thousand yen bill to pay, Suna already had enough change out on the counter to pay. You couldn’t get a word in when he said, “Just let me pay for it, it’s what a good boyfriend does.” Before he took the paper bag that held your new jacket that’ll become a vest.

And the construction of Suna’s girl’s vest began in the Foxhole. Suna bought you some paints from the dollar store to make your patches from the left over denim material from the sleeves, he found some Sharpies in drawers and you brought a hot glue gun from home and the pins you’ve been collecting.

Everyone was lingering around the Foxhole, smoking, eating a late dinner, blasting music. You were on the floor assembling your vest while Suna looked on. He fed you fries while you drew outlines of patches on leftover material.

You outlined the logo of you and Suna’s favourite band and then filled in with paint. You stuck pins on the front pockets and Suna helped you cut put the fabric of what used to be the sleeves. He didn’t want his baby girl to use sharp scissors.

“You should put a fox on it, then no fuckers will mess with ya.” Osamu suggested as he lit another cigarette, “But make it grey, then they’ll know for sure.” He winked.

Suna flipped him off, “I’m not branding my girl with your shit.”

Atsumu laughed, “Yeah, Samu, get your own girl.” Then took a bite of his sandwich.

“I’m going to make my own fox, the red fox.” You smiled, “I’ll be the red fox with my vest.”

Suna chuckled and kissed the top of your head, “Sounds good to me.” Then watched you attach the last pin on the vest. You held it up in front of his face and he said, “Perfect, put it on.”

You slipped it on your shoulders, it was a men’s jacket turned vest so it was a little baggy in some areas. But otherwise it was perfect for you and with all the deep pockets you had now, you could keep all kinds of things in them.

“I could get rid of my purse now.” Your eyes lit up, “I have so much room now!”

Suna chuckled, “Perfect. Now you got your own battle vest. You’re one of us, precious. Now c’mon, let’s take it out on the town. You guys want anything at the 7/11?”

“Bento.” Kita responded.

“You’re paying for yourself.” Suna said as he got up from the floor then helped you up to your feet, the vest still on you. He leaned in for a kiss, before Kita and Osamu threw some bills at him. He smiled at you lovingly, his punk rock girl. That had a ring to it, and as time goes on you’ll have more to add to the vest.

Kyōtani liked to think that his vest was a visual statement of his beliefs. From the dyed black denim, the weight of all the pins, to the craftsmanship of your name hand embroidered over the heart.

Whereas a lot of the crew slapped together their vests, Kyōtani took the time to learn skills to improve his. It was his most worn piece of clothing, he wanted to make sure it stood out, the way his blond hair or sharp eyeliner did. But in all honesty, it was the snake bites that made people cross the street when they saw him.

You were his baby girl, his precious little flower that he loved so much that it almost pained him. He never had a girl like you before, and since you had been dating for long enough, it was time his girl got her own vest.

“You want one, baby? A vest of your very own.” He asked one afternoon after he took you out to a cafe. He was watching you dig your fork into the strawberry shortcake you were sharing.

You looked at him, “That would be cool, but won’t it be super hard.”

He chuckled, “Thrift stores are wall to wall jeans. We could fish something out of the piles, I’ll even show you all my tricks to making it the best jacket. Don’t listen to Oikawa for tips, Iwaizumi had to help him.” He smirked a little bit.

You giggled, “I’d love my own vest, it would beat having to steal yours to look tough.”

He reached across the table and wiped some cream off your cheek, “You’re tough to begin with, the toughest princess out there.”

The following week and an adventure across the city to almost every thrift store you eventually found what you were looking for, a well fitted jean vest. Kyōtani thought you looked stunning in it and couldn’t wait to customize it to your liking.

“All you need is a needle and thread.” He took up sewing as a means to fixing his clothes to his liking, and that meant a large collection of thread. He had to thank his grandmother for all the thread and for teaching him the basics.

You soon found yourself in his bedroom, band posters everywhere, the stereo on playing the music he loved. The loud, brash lyrics and the thump of the rhythm that had him nodding his head along as he found some pins to put on the vest for you.

“Hold open your hand.” He said as he turned to you. He watched you open your hand and he placed a button of a cat in your palm. When you looked at him, he said, “It’s good luck to have your pin given by someone. C’mon, put it on.”

You took the pin, looked at it in awe as you stuck it right on the collar for all to see. Kyōtani then got the fabric paint from his desk drawer and sat with you. He kissed the side of your head and you giggled.

“I need a pencil to sketch out the kitty cat on the back.” You said as you tried to imagine how the cat would look on the back. Soon a pencil was placed in your hand and you started to sketch it out. It took a few tries before you got the shape you wanted.

You decided that unlike Kyōtani’s vest, yours was going to be more cute. His was a loud statement about politics, beliefs and ideologies, that all aligned with his punk nature. But you wanted to take a smaller approach, something that contrasted the black and white with splashes of red and blue. He had enough fabric paint to make something pretty cute.

“Can I draw something too?” He asked as he sat with you shoulder to shoulder, his ratty old sketchbook was in his lap as he watched you outline your design, “I promise it won’t be too graphic.” He was referring to there not being something like the melting skull he painted on his jacket.

“Sure, tomorrow when I work on it some more. It’s going to get late soon and I’m getting hungry.” You stretched out your back before you hunched over once more to get the paint sorted out.

Kyōtani continued to sit beside you and sketch out ideas. He kept showing you designs. One of them was a pair of cute angel wings, another was a cactus in a pot with a pastel flower coming out of it. There were many options and he noted which ones you reacted to more positively than others.

“They all look good.” You mentioned.

“Gotta find the best, only the best for my girl.” He said.

By the time you finished the sun was starting to set. He hung up the vest in the bathroom with the fan on to circulate the air better to dry it. He smiled at you as you stood in the cramped bathroom admiring your handy work.

“Good job, kitten. Final step is to put my name on it.” He winked at you.

You playfully nudged him, “We’ll see. Maybe if you’re a good puppy.” Then turned away and left the bathroom. You heard your blonde boyfriend chuckle and follow behind you to hug you from behind and kiss you on the neck.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be a good pup. Just for you, my punk rock kitten.”

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