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[nenchainzz]

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨’𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐𝟖) (𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

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Summary: You’re a second-year and Karasuno’s female manager. Before Nationals, all the volleyball teams come together for a training camp at Aoba Johsai. Almost all the volleyball boys take a liking to you—even the boys on the Karasuno team.

Word Count: 3.2k

“Hey, Y/N, you’ve got another note,” Yukie says as everyone enters the managers’ room. It’s always in the same place as the last few days, sitting on the pillow of your cot. You go over to read it while Yukie stands next to you, bubbling with curiosity. “What’s it say? What’s it say?” You figure you’d indulge her.

“It says: ‘Good job today, Y/N. Seeing you work hard makes me want to too! You inspire me every day, so thank you! Have a good rest of your day!’” you read.

“Oh! Please tell me it’s signed this time,” she pleads. You inspect the note some more but see no indication of a signature.

“Nothing,” you say, defeated. She frowns too.

“Aw, I wanna who your secret admirer is,” she says. You start to feel warm.

“Yukie, I’m sure it’s not like that. They’re just… it’s just…they probably think I’m cool or something,” you brush off. The idea that it’s a secret admirer is foreign to you.

“Awww, come on, wouldn’t it kinda fun if it was?” Yukie is not letting up on you. You become even warmer.

“It doesn’t really matter because the cards are never signed,” you point out.

“Oh, you’ve got a point,” Yukie thinks for a minute. “We’ll just have to catch them in the act.”

“You think it’ll be that easy?” you question.

“Hopefully,” she shrugs.

The two of you cut your losses and start getting ready for some lunch. You’d been pretty hungry since the second practice match, so you’re pretty excited to get some lunch. You and Yukie leave the manager’s room and head to the dining room and run into Kiyoko and Hana.

“Hey guys,” Hana greets you both. “How have you guys been?”

“Pretty good,” you respond.

“Guys, guess what?” Yukie chirps excitedly.

“What?” Hana and Kiyoko both ask, and Yukie gets a mischievous grin.

“Y/N got another secret admirer note,” she tells them, and you roll your eyes.

“Really?” Hana asks, also getting excited.

“You did?” Kiyoko asks as well.

“Uh, well—” you get cut off by Yukie.

“Yup, it was waiting for her on her pillow,” Yukie says matter-of-factly.

“What did it say?” Hana asks.

“It said that Y/N inspires them and that they want to work hard just like Y/N,” Yukie remembers.

“That’s so cute!” Hana claps her hands together.

“Right? I really wanna know who is writing these notes,” Yukie says.

“I’m quite curious myself. Whoever they are, they really like Y/N,” Kiyoko joins in with the excitement. Their excitement is almost contagious.

When you finally enter the dining hall, you grab your food and sit with the other managers at a table. Yukie once again tells the other managers of your secret admirer note. Everyone is just as intrigued as Yukie is.

“Giving you notes is so romantic,” Mai gushes. “I’m almost jealous.”

“I guess I never gave them much thought,” you explain. “They don’t always seem romantic to me.”

“What?” Kaori utters in disbelief. “Someone is taking the time to write you cute little notes. How does that not have romantic connotations?” Everyone agrees with her.

“So, we’ve been wondering who it could possibly be,” Yukie gets everyone to huddle in a bit. “Does anyone have any theories?”

“Oooh, theories,” Hana and the rest of the group think about this for a good long minute. While they’re thinking, you’re trying to figure out their theories, you think of your own. You look around the dining hall at the other people. Who would possibly do this? You look to the team tables and see all the boys eating their lunches and chatting. You see your own team, and you try to visualize any one of them writing you a secret note. You can’t really see anyone from Karasuno doing that. You do this with every team you can see, and you really can’t imagine anyone writing you notes, and you certainly know it’s not one of the managers. If it was a manager, they would’ve come forward by now, especially with the others wanting to investigate the secret.

“Okay, I’ve come up with some people,” Hana says. She looks at the group before continuing. “Goshiki, Bokuto, and Yamaguchi.” Everyone is surprised at the group mentioned. And everyone proceeds to discuss.

“I don’t know about Goshiki,” Yachi says. “Isn’t he a little focused on volleyball?”

“Yeah, he is. I think he wouldn’t really have the time to write secret notes like that,” Mai agrees. “And he would probably be caught pretty easily too.”

“However, as for Bokuto…I can see him doing it,” Kiyoko thinks about the second contestant. “The contents of the note are phrases he is most likely to use, and I have a feeling he would have help from his friends to be secretive.” Her analysis really does sound spot on.

“Wow, yeah, those are all good points, and they are all things he’d do,” Kaori says.

“That is exactly what I thought, too,” Hana declares proudly.

“Okay, then Bokuto is our first suspect,” Yukie says.

“Yamaguchi…I don’t think it’s him either,” Runa says.

“Why not?” Hana asks.

“Well, if it were…why start the notes now?” Runa mentions. “I mean, why now and not when you guys were at school and not at a training camp.”

“Oh, that’s a really good point,” you agree, and she is right.

“Well, there goes my Ennoshita, and Asahi thought,” Mai jokes. The group does some more thinking until…

“Wait, here’s more,” Kaori breaks the silence, and everyone looks at her. “Kita, Tendou, and Yaku.”

“Huh, interesting,” Hana utters.

“Yeah, interesting,” Runa copies.

“Personally, I think Kita and Yaku are good candidates but Tendou… I’m not so sure,” Mai seems hesitant with the Tendou theory.

“Why’s that?” Kaori asks.

“Well, I mean, I don’t think Tendou would do something like that. I think that if he had any feelings toward Y/N…he would just tell her straight instead of these little notes,” Mai explains.

“That does seem more like Tendou,” you agree.

“Okay, so far we have Bokuto, Kita, and Yaku,” Yukie counts with the help of her fingers.

“Pretty good list,” Kiyoko says.

“All right, then we have our boys!” Yukie celebrates. “We will then start our investigation.” Everyone cheers, and you can’t help but feel a bit nervous.

After lunch, you join Yachi and Kiyoko at the gym for a practice match with Karasuno and Date Tech. Unfortunately, no one in Date Tech is in your investigation, so you don’t have much reason to keep an extra eye on the players.

“How are you feeling about all this?” Kiyoko asks you; she seems genuinely concerned for you.

“Alright, I guess, I do want to find out who writes the notes but…” you trail off.

“But?” she prompts you to continue.

“But I feel like we’re going a little overboard,” you admit.

“Well, the other managers do like to do things all the way, especially when it comes to things like this,” she explains.

“I guess you’re right,” you agree.

“But if it becomes too much for you,” she gets concerned again.

“I think it’ll be okay,” you shrug.

“But if we do find out who it is, will your feelings for them change?” she poses a critical question. You hadn’t even thought about that part. You assumed they probably would. You think back to the people that were suggested. Do you like them? Would you start liking them? Would things change? Would things become awkward? All very important questions.

“I don’t know,” you admit to her.

“I think it’s something to think about,” she says. “Until then, we need to set up for the practice match with Date Tech.”

“Right,” you agree, and the two of you begin getting chairs to sit on and getting the water bottles ready. You help Yachi to get the volleyballs in order and ready to go too. After that, everyone begins the practice match with ease. The game starts with Daichi throwing up a serve and the ball going over to their libero Sakunami who receives it easily. The ball gets to Moniwa, who sets it for Futakuchi, who spikes it over, but Nishinoya receives it before it hits the floor. This back and forth goes on for a bit until Hinata scores a point using Bokuto’s spike technique.

“Yeah! Good job, little man!” Tanaka gives Hinata high fives.

“Yeah!” Hinata cheers. “Kageyama, did you see that spike? It was amazing! Bokuto taught me that!”

“I don’t care,” Kageyama says in a calm rage. Hinata pouts, and the game continues. After a little bit, you look to the other team and see that Koganegawa is getting antsy. You can tell that he’s seemingly jumping in place when he’s still and having extra fast reflexes when he runs.

“Moni, send me the next set,” Koganegawa begs Moniwa, who reluctantly agrees. When Aone does the next serve, the ball goes up and goes straight to Tsukishima, who just barely receives it in time. The ball is sent to Kageyama, who sets it for Asahi, but at the last second, Kageyama does a setter dump. The ball goes back over to Date Tech, and Sakunami digs out the ball, and it goes to Moniwa. Moniwa sets it for Koganegawa, who came at the ball with a running start. The set is high, and Koganegawa spikes it down hard, and Nishinoya just misses it.

“Yes!” Koganegawa celebrates, and the rest of his teammates congratulate him. The whistle then blows as that was the end of the set with Date Tech winning.

“Damn, next time guys,” Daichi reassures the team.

“That spike was pretty amazing, huh,” Yachi points out.

“Yeah, it sure was,” you agree.

Kiyoko, you, and Yachi then begin to compare your game notes with one another before clearing out the area for the next game. As you’re doing so, you happened to run upon Koganegawa as he’s taking a break.

“Hey,” you greet.

“Hello,” he seems excited, probably from that win.

“That was a really god spike you did,” you compliment, and he seems to blush and get flustered.

“Really? Thank you,” his shyness is cute.

“Of course! I think it really through our team for a loop,” you admit.

“It did? Well, that’s pretty awesome,” you can see him get quite a bit of confidence from that. “And thanks for your kind words. They mean a lot.” His new phrase makes you a bit flustered now.

“Oh? Really? I don’t know about that,” you nervously scratch your neck.

“Well, sure, you work really hard, and you’re definitely cool, so…” he trails off a bit.

“Oh, uh, thank you very much,” you’re not sure what to say.

“Anytime,” he says, and you can feel your heart flutter a little. Just then, Kiyoko calls out to you, and you must leave to go to another gym for the next practice match.

“Oh, gotta go. I’ll see you,” you wave goodbye and dash over to Kiyoko.

“Bye!” he waves back and returns to his own teammates.

You join Kiyoko and go to the next gym. The following practice match is with Fukuroudani. You see Kaori and Yukie already inside; they look almost defeated.

“Are you guys okay?” you ask them.

“We interrogated Bokuto, and it looks like he’s not our guy,” Kaori pouts.

“Yeah, sorry, Y/N,” Yukie apologizes.

“Uh, guys, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, really,” you reassure them.

“Okay,” Kaori still seems defeated.

“I guess we have Kita and Yaku left then,” Yukie says.

“Guess so,” Kaori agrees.

After that, you are all set up for the game, and it begins. The game is pretty exciting, just like always. Even though you’re technically supposed to think about Yaku and Kita being the potential note writers and that they may have feelings for you…you can’t help but to think back to your moment with Koganegawa. It was sweet. You never expected to have a moment with him, but you’re glad it happened.

As the game goes on, you see Yukie give you a look from the court. The look of “find an excuse and meet me outside.” You don’t usually like to be dishonest about leaving the team and coaches, but for some reason, you feel compelled to indulge in whatever Yukie has planned. So, you devise an excuse to leave and go outside and meet with Yukie.

“What’s up?” you ask her.

“I was thinking you and I could go investigate Yaku,” she says.

“Seriously?” your poker face doesn’t halt her excitement.

“Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun!” she drags you away, and you both hunt him down. The two of you happen to find Nekoma leaving a gym after playing a practice game. “Okay, all we have to do is tail him.”

“What?” you ask in disbelief. You are not doing that.

“It’s only for like ten minutes,” she says, trying to calm you.

“Seriously?” you ask her again.

“Nothing to worry about,” she says. “Oh! I see him. Let’s go!” And like before, she drags you along to follow Yaku. You feel so bad that you’re doing this. You and Yukie follow Yaku to the Nekoma room in the classroom building and see him gathering supplies for something. It was certainly strange. He puts them inside a plastic bag and leaves the Nekoma room, and goes behind the classroom building. He goes to a box and crouches down. A little cat pops out of the box when he opens one of the containers. He seems to be taking care of a stray. You and Yukie leave to discuss what you had witnessed.

“I guess we can rule Yaku out too,” you say.

“Huh, I guess so,” she agrees. “Shame. I thought for sure it was him.”

“Yeah, well, we need to head back. It’s almost dinner time,” you remind.

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” she says, and the two of you walk over to the dining hall. Most of the people are there already, so you both grab some dinner and sit with the other managers. The only other manager missing was Mai.

“Are you feeling better?” Kiyoko asks. She is referencing your excuse from earlier.

“Oh, yup, feeling much better, thanks,” you try to hide your lie, but you’re not very convincing. However, she doesn’t press you any further.

“So, judging from your face Yukie, I’m guessing one of the theories is out,” Kaori says; you guess she knew about the planned investigation.

“Yup,” Yukie affirms. “Yaku is out.”

“Oh, that sucks,” Kaori says.

“So, that leaves Kita then, right?” Runa asks.

“Yup, he’s the only one left,” Hana agrees. As you’re eating, Mai finally joins all of you. She comes in with a note as she sits with the rest of you.

“Hey, Mai,” you greet her as she sits beside you.

“Hey, Y/N,” she greets back. “I found another note on your pillow.” Everyone hears that part and leans in to listen to you read it.

“What’s it say?” you hear a few of them ask. You open it and read it for the group.

“Hey Y/N! It was nice to see you today. You really inspired me today, so I’m glad that you’re around. You’re definitely cool. Thank you,” you read. Most of the girls gush from the note.

“Aww, so cute,” Kaori says.

“Adorable,” Hana says. You look back to the note and study it. The term ‘definitely cool’ seems familiar to you.

“Well, tomorrow we have to do an investigation on Kita,” Yukie tells the group. “He’s the last one.” Everyone agrees, and you still think about the contents of the note. You’re starting to think that maybe you’re going after the wrong people. So, everyone eats their dinner, and then it’s off to the make-shift dorms. You head to the managers’ room and decide to compare every note you’ve received and look at them together. However, doing so was proven to be complicated. It didn’t help much either because every note was like the last. The only difference is the last one. It’s signed off with a ‘thank you,’ which you thought to be peculiar. But you really can’t figure out the whole thing, and you were pretty tired from everything, so you decide to cut your losses and get to bed.

The next day you wake up from the managers practically shaking you awake. It startles you when you see their faces all looking down at you.

“Y/N! You’re finally awake!” Mai says.

“Huh? What… what’s going on?” you ask groggily.

“We were hoping you would come with us to watch Inarizaki do their morning routine,” Kaori says.

“Yeah, we’ll get to see if Kita slips away from them to write you another note,” Hana explains.

“Is that right?” you ask sarcastically, but they take you seriously.

“So, get up, get up!” Yukie has you get up and get ready before they all drag you out the door. Everyone goes to where Inarizaki does their morning run and stretches. Everyone watches Kita carefully the entire time, and the poor guy is just explaining to his teammates what they are doing. He isn’t someone you suspected from the beginning, but you didn’t really have the heart to tell the group.

Somehow you find a time to escape, and you take yourself back to the manager’s room. Hopefully, you can catch up on some rest. You run past the other rooms and finally get to the manager’s room. The door is closed, which is strange. You swear Runa left the door open. You slowly grab the door and open it to see someone at your cot leaving you a note. And that someone is Koganegawa. You stand there frozen until he finally turns to see you. He’s frozen too. You both just stare at one another for several seconds.

“What are you doing here?” you finally ask.

“Oh, uh, I was just…uh,” he’s trying to find some kind of excuse.

“So… you’re the one leaving the notes?” you ask. He looks back to the note he left and then back at you.

“Uh, yes,” he says softly.

“Wow, I…I don’t know what to say,” you try to find words.

“I’m really sorry about this,” he apologizes.

“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” you ask him.

“Well, you probably think this is strange right?” he says.

“Well, I guess, but why didn’t you just tell me how you felt?” you ask and finally start to walk towards him. He becomes flustered like he did before.

“I-I didn’t think you knew who I was, so I didn’t think I had a chance,” he explains to you.

“What? Really? You really thought that?” you’re pretty shocked.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re so cool and everything. I figured you’re really popular,” he says. You shake your head.

“I’m really not. I wish you would’ve said something,” you say. “I mean, I do like you. A lot.”

“You do? Really?” he’s the one in disbelief.

“When we were talking yesterday, I kinda hoped that the notes were from you,” you admit. “And they sound a lot like you too. And they made me really happy and made me feel special.”

“Then they did the job,” he says.

“Yeah, they really did,” you agree. “So, now that we know our feelings…”

“Are you free later…you know, to do something?” he asks.

“For you, I am,” you say. You can’t wait to tell the other managers about this, and you can’t wait to see the look on their faces.

(Ɔ ˘⌣˘)♥(˘⌣˘ C) 

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[hxltic]

imagine bokuto fucking you so good from behind

you’re laid flat on your stomach, where he has two large hands digging into the small dip of your back. He’d already fucked you out, so now with every dragged curl of his hips, it feels ten times longer. He’d go slow before increasing speed.

Sweat is dripping down your body and wetting your hair. He does that lopsided full grin of his and brushes his own sweat droplets from his forehead, before shifting weight completely to his palms and slamming down almost fully parallel to your body. You were pinned. Your walls tugged against the length of him, massaging his cock in a way no fist can. You were tight but so fucking wet, and with every slap of his forgotten balls you get closer and closer to what,, your 4th orgasm?

“H-ah fuck! Oh m’god Ko-“

The bed rocks with every roll, your chin slowly falls with the weight of your head, and your eyes droop inconsistently. You start to mumble to no one into the covers.

“Mmph, fills s’gud,” you’d whine.

“Just hold out for me alright baby? You’re takin’ it like a fucking champ.”

He adjusts one hand to disperse along the whole portion of your back, allowing him to grab one arm and fold it into his hold. He copied the movements for the other while your hips naturally rise. You, him, and the bed bullied the supporting wall together, causing scratch marks of dark grey to stain it. With the loss of cognizance, you didn’t notice how he wasn’t as horizontal anymore, but was pressed more on his knees. The strength he even has to do that is insane— and honestly, you wish you could admit it—but you were too distracted by the slight upward angle this entailed.

If your eyes weren’t rolled back, they were now. Your jaw hung slack when they first shot wide, portraying on your face the exact feeling of ecstasy that ran through your veins. Bokuto noticed how you became stagnant for just a split second. Idle, even.

You then shivered and shook as you sporadically pushed your hips back in an escape. Of course, this was futile with no arms.

“H-Oh my fucking god Kotarō,” your voice was higher than he’d ever heard it.

He just roughed you up towards him, grabbing you by the fat of your ass connecting to your hips, and slipped himself back in like nothing happened. When you tried to wiggle away, you successfully got him to let one hand loose, but the consequence was that one shoulder was on the bed and the other wasn’t, so now your neck was craning to look at him by the side in doggy.

Thrusting into you in a new position where there was nothing left of his dick to see, you could’ve screamed. There was no buildup or anything, he hit the same spot about twice a second, but you were out of energy. In this moment he sacrificed speed for power. With a mindless, animalistic groan, you pushed against him from inside and came. The mixed-haired man smiled once white started to peek out whenever he thrusted. Your ass stained red along with your tightly held wrist.

So you laid there and took it all instead, half mentally here and half not. He only laughed that boisterous laugh from behind you and forced your hips down. They’d ricochet off, then return with momentum. It was hot and wet, a lewd scene with your mixed sounds and his loud grunts. And you know when Bokuto wants something, he goes all out.

He knew you knew the safe word, and he knew you knew when to use it; therefore, he’d fuck you until you could barely think. You loved it.

He’d taunt, “You tryna run away?”

“Hummph”

“sorry babe, what was that?”

“n’mm.”

“close enough.” he concludes breathlessly.

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[sassycheesecake]

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[sugarlywhispers]

s.kiyoomi + gf moments

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; i don't know what this is, i just had a thought and felt like writing it.. it could become a serie of events until the Sakusa Kiyoomi finally admits he loves y/n (?) idk, let me know if you like the idea😊

You have been best friends with Bokuto since you were young. Your friendship was so fun and purely like brother and sister that you even decided to move together once high school was over and your University period of life began. Even if you were very different in personalities, somehow you both worked together and couldn't imagine a life without him as your bestie-almost brother.

After some time living together, you got very used to seeing some people around the house almost everyday, his volleyball teammates.

First, it was Miya Atsumu and Sakusa Kiyoomi. Atsumu was the biggest flirt you have ever encountered in your life, almost to the point in which sometimes it annoyed you. In a good way though. He was a cutie.

While Kiyoomi was very chill and shy, he mostly kept to himself if no one bothered him; but he had the most snarky and filled with sarcasm answers for whatever antics Boo and 'Tsumu could come up with. You loved it.

Then Hinata Shouyo joined the team, and it was like a whirlwind uprooted everything in his path. He was the most outgoing and sociable and kind human being you have ever met.

And it all became like a routine. Everyday after practice, all of them would come to have dinner at yours and Boo's apartment. By this time, you already know all of them and how they all liked things and their meals. Especially Omi. He was a particular, rare especimen.

Bokuto had warned you before introducing him, how he did not like physical contact or how he wouldn't take off his mask if he wasn’t playing in a match or eating. He warned you not to feel offended or take it personal if he bluntly commented on how things were not clean enough or whatever.

But surprisingly, he had never looked down on anything in your apartment or even commented anything in front of you.

There was even one time he did comment in the middle of dinner, "I'm surprised how you maintain everything this clean and organized considering you live with Bokuto…"

"Hey!" Boo complained, mouth full of food, while everyone laughed.

That same night, Boo had pestered you about how the Sakusa Kiyoomi liked you. Of course, you couldn't believe it. The man barely spoke to you outside of those moments the team was present at your apartment. 

It was until one night, when everyone came of course after practice to have dinner you were already cooking, when he did something you never thought he would do.

Of course, the amount of noise they made even before getting inside the apartment was a clear sign they were almost there. Shouyo and Boo always came straight to hug, picking you up and squishing you hard as a greeting. Atsumu would fist pump and wink at you before throwing himself on the sofa, of course putting some other volleyball's team match on the TV. While Omi would simply bow slightly with his head, not even getting too close to you, standing on the entrance of the kitchen.

By this time, you already knew and respected each one of them and their ways to show how much they appreciated you.

"It smells so good, Y/N," whined Shouyo as he entered the kitchen and made his way to the fridge to pick something to drink.

Omi was so quiet you have not realized he had followed the red-mostly orange-head and was standing at the door of the kitchen.

"I'm glad you think that," you smiled happily.

"He says that about almost everything. He would eat a bug and say exactly the same thing if he's hungry enough."

To say that you were surprised to hear his deep voice speak that amount of words was small. Yet, you couldn't avoid finding it funny how he always got the cleverest answers and dark humor. So you laughed, while Shouyo pouted, drinking from the beer he took from the fridge–it was Friday night after all.

You kept cooking, smiling and listening to how Shouyo complained to his teammate how evil he was with him when he was all nice to him.

"Alright you two…" you meddled, smiling happily at the incessant noise from everyone around, "If you're gonna keep arguing, you could at least help on setting the table, right?"

They both nodded while moving around to find what they needed, still arguing, but now about something else which sounded like Shouyo's height. Omi loved getting on Shouyo's nerves when it came to his height.

"What's that, Y/N?" Shouyo suddenly asked, signaling to a set of a plate, forks, a glass and a mug that were separated in a corner of the cupboard.

"Oh. That's Omi's," you said, your attention anywhere but said man.

"I don't remember leaving my stuff here," he commented, with no mean intention in his voice towards you.

"No, I mean… I know you don't like your stuff mixed with everyone's, so I picked a set I always clean twice and kept it separated from everything else. No one touches or uses that but you," you answered him, still looking at the food you were cooking over the oven.

Oh, God, kill me now, was all you thought as silence reigned in the kitchen.

But then, you felt a tall, warm presence behind you. You knew it was Omi, Shouyou was not that tall–he was only a head over yours, while you knew Omi was much taller.

It was the first time the Sakusa Kiyoomi got that close to you and it shocked you to the core. But what surprised you the most was when you felt his chin rest on your head comfortably.

"Thank you, Y/N," you could feel the vibrations of his deep voice and the rumble of his chest on your back saying your name, his entire dark but comfy aura so close to you, all you could think was how good it felt.

If you would have turned a bit to Shouyo's direction, you would have seen him with his eyes open wide, like those funny cartoons where their eyes popped off their face to express shock. Thankfully, he didn't say anything, he simply turned on his feet and flew from the kitchen to the living room where Tsumu and Boo were.

"You're welcome," was all you could say, almost a whisper, as he comfortably stayed there, barely a centimeter of distance between his body and yours.

If you weren't shocked enough by that, you definitely almost collapsed when you felt one of his fingers timidly caress your hand that was not holding the spoon you were cooking with, resting next to your hip. It had been barely a touch, yet the warmth and little tingling it provoked made you take a deep breath to gather your mind straight.

If you hadn't before, now you definitely were falling for this rare specimen. 

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[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ Honeymoon

˚ · . ushijima x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ timeskip!ushijima, manly!ushijima, god hes such a man, big dick moment 3., pregnancy, pregnant sex, "traditional" lifestyle, creampie, reader has mommy boobs, reader is a lil chubby, lactation, soft sex, size kink, slight manhandling, secret relationship, was listening to lana del rey's honeymoon

we both know that it's not fashionable to love me but you don't go 'cause truly there's nobody for you but me.

bright cameras flash amongst the dense crowd as ushijima is guided along with his teammates, surrounded by a dozen security. many shout and yell out questions directed towards the tall men, yet remain unanswered as they continue their way towards the stadium.

it's after the volleyball match when ushijima is approached by a female reporter, insistent with her microphone as she pesters him with the same questions he's been asked for a long time. "was that your wife you were with back in kyoto?"

he only wipes the sweat off his brow with his handkerchief before he's walking away from her, leaving her unanswered.

albeit, not truly knowing to what extent, ushijima does know that he's considerably favorable towards his fans for a specific reason. unfazed by the lingering eyes of the crowds of lusting women that waited outside the stadium specifically for him, he continues his way towards his car.

the strange favoritism seems to not be limited to only his fans, but also to some other professional volleyball players as well. he remembers the few scandals he's been in due to some delusional professional volleyball players claiming they "felt a spark," or whatever nonsense along those lines after speaking to him only a handful of times.

he ignores the catcalls and whistles from the women, all trying to get his attention through sultry gestures and inappropriate language. to a normal man, he would certainly be stoked by all of these gorgeous women wanting his attention, maybe perhaps give in to their desires.

however, as ushijima settles into the comfort of his car, driver greeting him, he thinks deeply. but he's not a normal man, and he does knows that. he searches throughout his gym bag with care, not particularly rushing to find the object he's searching for.

he knows he's much different from a normal man. he's of great skill, body athletic and big. it doesn't take much to notice the way his biceps bulge, or the way he his strong thighs flex and buckle, somehow supporting his heavy weight. he goes to the gym every day, training intensely for hours at a time. he goes to great lengths to meal plan and eat healthy foods to support his exhausting training and schedule. hell, he's a well known professional volleyball player.

he doesn't get the obsession though. he doesn't understand what does particularly make him stand out compared to his teammates. he's just like any other good volleyball player. maybe better, but he still would like to be viewed just as equal as to his teammates.

his eyes glint up at the object he's been searching for. he pulls it out, careful not to drop it due to the slight tremble of the car. if he dropped it, then it might as well be the end of the world. he'd probably not see it again, lost to the monstrosity of this luxurious car.

he gently pushes the accessory onto his ring finger. black and silver, lined with tiny diamonds, a marital ring. he thinks back to the time he had a discussion with his wife, a little while before the wedding and coincidentally searching for wedding rings, he had asked out of curiosity why do these random women obsess over a total stranger?

it takes awhile, but he's eventually driven to his home. quite large, a traditional minka, for a traditional guy like ushijima. he steps out of the black car, a mercedes, the grovel crunch pleasingly under his feet. his ears perk up at the little laughs coming from the garden at the side of the minka. he's bowing to his driver before heading off towards the joyful laughter, eyes softening at the eyes of his wife.

you're running around the garden, seemingly playing a game of tag with your only-daughter toddler, and currently, only child. he watches from the edge of the garden, softly smiling at this beautiful moment of what is the love of his life playing with what is the product of his love.

although wanting the wonderful moment to last a little longer, he decides to interrupt when he notices you're not wearing shoes. "y/n, where are your shoes?" you almost freeze in your steps, clumsily almost slipping on the puddles of water. you turn your head towards the familiar voice, cheeks warming up out of innocent embarrassment.

"a-ah, i didn't notice you coming home 'toshi." you squeak out, taking a moment to notice the way your apron is stained with various liquids, feet covered with what you can only guess is mud, grass, and groundwater. your attention is shifted when your young daughter yells out of excitement at her father's presence.

"papa!" she yells, small bare feet patting against the hard concrete as she runs up to her father. he can only watch her from above as she hugs his leg, small hands only reaching so far up to his hips. he watches dotingly over his daughter, not resisting to swoop her up in his arms, placing a soft kiss onto her soft baby skinned cheek.

he carries her with one arm as he walks over to you, eyebrow slightly arched with concern as he takes in your current figure. "ah.. kaiya snuck out to play in the garden five minutes before you arrived. i had to chase her down to stop her from eating the berries, sorry 'toshi." you meekly say, hand coming up to caress the back of your neck.

he leans down to place his daughter onto the engawa, "go wipe your feet off kaiya," he says, watching the way his daughter listens begrudgingly, knowing better than to disobey her father. she might not get dessert if she doesn't listen. he then turns to you, staring at you closely.

you're much smaller than him, barely reaching his shoulder when barefooted. his eyes are low, mouth pursed into a line. "you shouldn't go without your shoes, you'll get sick," he says monotonously. to anyone who didn't know him, he might just sound cold and maybe even annoyed, but to you, someone who's known him for over a decade, you know he's speaking purely from the heart.

smiling at his adorable concern, you straighten your back to showcase your good health. "i'm okay. don't you worry." he blinks at your pride before turning slightly towards the house, a hand of his reaching for yours. you take him up on his offer, lightly blushing at his sweet warmth that is his hand.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

ushijima is careful with his steps as he walks through the halls of house, not wanting to wake up his young daughter. much like her father, she's a light sleeper. he walks into the kitchen, where he is not surprised to see you cleaning up after dinner.

you squeal once again when you turn around to see him with the remaining plates in his hands. he's so quiet, almost like a ghost. "you scared me." you say, hand coming to press against your suddenly rapid beating heart. "you don't need to be doing the chores, why don't you rest?" he offers, placing the stacks of dishes into the sink. he'll wash the dishes tomorrow morning before going to the gym.

you sigh at his words, hand coming up to his forearm as he steps closer to you, looking down at you with those beautiful green orbs of his. his hands come up to the tie of your apron, quick to untie it and set it onto the counter. he places his palms onto the sides of your belly, finding comforting in what is your very pronounced baby bump.

you smile at the soft moment, ushijima, although still slightly struggling to put into words how much he loves you, he will never fail to show you through physical affection. his touch is gentle, almost as if he's scared, almost hesitant to cradle your bump with his burly hands. he's so gentle, it makes you giggle.

he raises a confused at your strange giggle, before asking turning his attention back to your unborn baby. "have you thought of a name for her yet?" he asks, fingers prodding and poking curiously at your cotton clad bump. "her? you want it to be a girl? another one?" you grin, lightly slapping his shoulder.

you're just at your 6th month mark, the special appointment just a week away. while you were at your 6th month, you did look more heavily pregnant than that. it wasn't unexpected after all, ushijima was a big guy who made big babies. all jokes aside, if you're going to be honest, before your first child, you never really thought ushijima was much of a family-oriented person.

while you did know he was somewhat traditional, you never knew it was to this extent. the moment he earned enough income, he had bought a house solely with his money, and urged you to quit your job, even though you didn't even have a child with him at the time. the two of you were freshly married, and yet he still wanted to you stay at home. "i just want my wife to be happy and comfortable at home."

and if you're going to be even more honest, it's like his love for you had doubled since then. even seemingly, if it's even possible, tripling with the birth of your first daughter. lavish nonstop gifts and flowers constantly showing up at your door while he's away, sweet little cards with written "i love you"s.

just how long ago was it when he was still a young lad, still wearing his school uniform and still deciding on his future? it flusters you a little, the way he's such a man now. his hand moves down to your waist, pulling you flush against him.

he dotes in the way you meekly avoid eye contact with him, even after all these years, after the countless of love making the two of you had, you still blush even when holding his hand. "y/n," he calls, free hand coming up to your chin to make you look at him. he revels in the light blush on your cheeks before he's leaning down to kiss you.

the kiss is soft and tender, his lips taking the lead and pushing against yours. his grip on your waist prevents you from pulling away, effectively trapping you in, it makes you wonder if he knows how strong his grip on you is. you swallow back the nervous lump in your throat when he's suddenly pushing towards you more, angling his face to get impossibly closer.

it's not long before the kiss was leaving you breathless and causing you to tremble on your swollen ankles. noticing, ushijima effortlessly picked you up, carrying you bridal style to the master bedroom.

he's everything but unfocused, eyes watching intently as he caressed your body. he undressed you, careful and slowly like the first time. and still like the first time, his pupils dilated at the sight of your bare skin and curves. he was quick to attach his lips to your neck, suckling at your collarbone and every soft spot he could think of, leaving angry red marks wherever he could latch onto.

laying you down onto your back, he threw aside your bra, his hands massaging your plush and heavy mounds. "they've gotten bigger.." he said to himself, noticing the way your breasts nearly spill out of his considerably large hands. his cock twitches in his pants when a spill of milk leaks out of your swollen bud.

like nature, he takes your nipple into his mouth, eagerly sucking down the milk that trickles out. his other hand squeezes at your free breast before he's switching to said breast and repeating his actions onto the puffy bud. ushijima has always seemed to love your breasts, even when they were much smaller than what they are now.

he finally pulls away from them, pushing the mounds together, kneading them like a type of stress ball. he could play with your breasts all day, but unfortunately he doesn't seem to have the luxury for that.

you coo out his name, eyes brimming with tears of pleasure. he leans down to kiss you passionately, only pulling away when you tug at the hem of his t-shirt. he gives into your request, quickly discarding the t-shirt. you've seen his body many times before, yet you still cannot help the obsession you have with it.

ushijima notices the lustful look you have in your eyes, noting that it's similar to those of the strange women who surrounded him earlier. as your palm comes up to caress against his hard abs, trailing up and down his pecs and abdomen, he suddenly remembers what you told him during the early days of your relationship, when he asked you why you got so excited when he took his shirt off during a swim party.

"you're such a man, 'toshi.." you mewl when his finger pads come up to press against your clit. yes, thats it. because he's "manly." your hand grips at his bicep, squeezing the muscle as he slides a finger into your wet cunt. he grunts slightly as your walls contract around his finger, eventually adding a second.

he remembered being told that women eventually become loose after a while, but that was when he was young. now, that he's an experienced man, he knows how dumb that stupid belief is, most likely made up by some pitiful losers. he even has some evidence to back it up, as you're still so tight, even after all these years of taking his thick cock.

"'toshi.." you cry out, clawing at his arm when he adds in a third finger. he doesn't hesitate to find your sweet spot, abusing it ruthlessly, looking down at you with curious eyes as you writhe underneath him. with years of skill and dedication, he's making you cum far quicker than you expected. you arch your back, fingers gripping around his bicep as you clench your eyes shut, orgasm taking you by storm.

in the aftershock, your thighs are already trembling, tears falling from your eyes as you try to regain your breath. obviously, you know this is not the end of his pleasurable torture. his hand attaches at the back of your knee, pulling your left leg upwards towards your chest. he climbs closer to you, his right leg crosses over your right leg and tucking underneath your calf.

you look down as you begin to take deep breaths, seeing as ushijima's hand wraps around his cock so he can guide it towards your helpless cunt. the stretch has you closing your eyes shut, tears escaping as the burn shakes you to your core. "f-fuck.." you rasp out, only relaxing when ushijima places a comforting hand against yours.

he slowly rocks his hips into yours, grunting slightly in pleasure at the feel of your gummy walls around him. he pushes your knee back a little further, but theres only so much as it could go before it's stopped by your precious baby bump.

you're so beautiful, so pretty underneath him. he can't help the way his cheeks flush a little at the way you're sprawled out underneath him. face contorted in pleasure, your swollen breasts jiggle with every movement, belly round with his second child, you're everything he's ever wanted. you're everything he's only ever wanted to have.

he soon finds himself losing himself to you, hips desperately humping against you so hard it has you jolting against the futon. his hand comes up to cradle your tear scarred cheek, admiring your gentle features.

you feel yourself grow a little conscious at the way your body seems to jiggle a little more than usual. you remember the time you were too a little more toned and active, but with your first daughter you had gained a healthy amount of weight, as per ushijima, and the doctor's request.

you remember asking ushijima if you should get back into fitness to lose the gained weight, only to be surprised when he said a stern "no," faced contorted with distaste and bewilderment. later that same night, and even now, your fears were/are soothed at the way he pawed at the plush of your waist and thighs, finding comfort in the soft flesh.

"ah, wakatoshi 'm gunna cum." you moan out, but before you could even finish your sentence, ushijima is rolling his hips in a way that has nearly has you screaming in pleasure if not for the nearby pillow. he knows you like the back of his hand, almost studying your body in his younger days to find more ways to pleasure you more sufficiently.

"y/n-" he croaks out, doubling down and throwing himself against your body, hiding his face in the valley of your breasts as you clenched around him so tightly it caused his own orgasm. he stilled against you, cock sheathed entirely inside you, spilling his warm seed inside you as he held his own breath, cursing silently as you milked him so deliciously.

finally, he let go of the breath he was holding, his thighs slightly trembling as he held himself up as to not crush you. his cock, now limp, left the warm confirms of your core as he pulled away so he could lay down next to you. his arm wrapped around your shoulders, trying to pull you close to him until he was reminded of your baby bump.

you giggled at the way he fumbled to somehow get you flush against him, eventually getting comfortable into a position that had you on your still back while he was on his side, head resting against his neck while his arm laid over your chest.

"i love you." he whispered softly, nose inhaling deeply into the sweet scent of your hair as you slept. he listened quietly to the your soft snores, wanting to keep this moment locked, hidden away forever.

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[natriae]

DILF! Atsumu who meets you at his brother's Onigiri shop

DILF! Atsumu who comes in early to help with the ingredient shipment from kita to show of his muscles

DILF! Atsumu who makes constant sexual innuendos

DILF! Atsumu who brings you gifts everyday you come into work

DILF! Atsumu who tells you everyday while you prepare onigiri to quit and for you to live with him

DILF! Atsumu who on a particular bad day asked you to run away with him and you did

DILF! Atsumu who wears a swim trunks with a 3" inseam at the beach with you to show off his thighs

DILF! Atsumu who begs you to take off your cover up and show him the pretty bikini you wore under it

DILF! Atsumu who shocks you by telling you him and osamu are turning 47 this year

DILF! Atsumu who jokingly asks you to give him a show in your skimpy bikini

DILF! Atsumu who stayed sat and quiet during your lap dance once the two of you got back to the hotel

DILF! Atsumu who was stuffing hundreds in the tiny strings of the bikini for you

DILF! Atsumu who asks through his thick accent for you to marry him with a love stuck look in his eyes

DILF! Atsumu who got super excited like his highschool self when you said maybe you would let him marry you after your graduate college

DILF! Atsumu takes you on surpise trips with gift bags full of designer bags and expensive lingerie

DILF! Atsumu who you didn't let fuck you till after you graduated college just to tease him

DILF! Atsumu who spent the whole night just pleasing you not giving a flying fuck abt his hard on

DILF! Atsumu loves seeing you in white

DILF! Atsumu who had to pay his brother to not make you uncomfortable by asking abt your relationship at work

DILF! Atsumu who told osamu's kids to call you aunt y/n

DILF! Atsumu who had a soft spot of you and opened up about his dreams of always having children

DILF! Atsumu who finally got to put his dick in you on his 48th birthday and came like a virgin

DILF! Atsumu who models with you for magazines with your face hidden from the public

DILF! Atsumu who lets you and your best girl friend fuck as long as he gets to watch

DILF! Atsumu who got to hold his set of twins when he turned 49

DILF! Atsumu who purposefully wears tight t-shirts while playing with the kids so you see him as daddy and not just a dad

DILF! Atsumu with a super high libdo and accidentally gets you pregnant again

DILF! Atsumu who doesn't let you sleep in a separate bed even when you mad cuz he's absolutely smittin for you

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu imagine #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu #atsumu smut #atsumu fic #dad atsumu #miya atsumu #dilf atsumu #haikyuu dilf #haikyū!! #haikyuu dads #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader

[tim-shii]

a/n: im pretty sure this is my first work for haikyuu IM EXCITED I WANNA WATCH THE MOVIE ☹️ accept this offering 🫂 pspsps not beta 🤗 also the word pretty is overused .. i mean suna is pretty so 🧍‍♀️

“babe, i’m home— woah! i didn’t know we were at this stage in our relationship. finally admitting you’re obsessed with me?”

“shut up, rin.” coming home after a practice match to you lazing around on the couch, wearing his shirt? a jaw dropping view. suna admires the way his band t-shirt hangs loosely around your figure. your hair is a wet mess, you must’ve just taken a shower, and your eyes are practically begging to be closed. yet, suna thinks you look as beautiful as ever. fuck. if you guys weren’t already married, he would’ve proposed to you right there and then because you just look so perfect right now.

the light from your phone illuminates your facial features. his eyes rake from your lashes down to your lips. that brings a smile to his face. he drops his bag by the door and stalks over to where you are, dropping his whole weight on you.

“rin! get off— you’re heavy and sweaty!” try as you might but an over six foot tall athlete boyfriend is not easy to push off. “but you love me!” he buries his head in your neck with a groan.

“if i didn’t, i wouldn’t have a ring with your name engraved on the inside.” you sighed in defeat. to say that suna rintaro is a stubborn man would be an understatement. he’s pettier than a five-year-old and throws tantrums when his affections are rejected or not reciprocated.

he pushes himself up with his arms beside your head and looks down at you with a grin that only means mischief. “you are so in love and obsessed with me that you steal shirts from my closet. aren’t you a cutie?” he squeezes your cheeks with a calloused hand and makes kissing noises. he’s so stupid, you think. you just wanna stupidly shut him up.

and so you did, pulling down his chin with a hand of your own. capturing his lips in a fervor kiss comes easy as breathing. you feel his breath hitch for a second before he returns the favor.

suna pulls away first, slapping a palm over your mouth after. (“mmph?!” you glared)

“you are a menace. taking advantage of a man like me? evil!” he pulls his palm away and bit your cheek.

“i married a drama queen.” you rolled your eyes.

“you love this drama queen!”

“you sure about that? what if i married you for your money? or i married you for your— i don’t know, looks.” suna narrows his eyes at you before a mischievous grin spreads across his pretty face.

“i don’t know, babe. your vows said otherwise. what was it again? i am the luckiest person alive to be standing with you today and to be facing life with you everyday—”

“liar! those weren’t my vows!” you shove a throw pillow on his pretty face. “that is so cringe, i would never say that.”

“you are cringe. you would a hundred percent say that. hell, you’ll say something even more cringe than that.”

“you’re the cringe one. running to the stands and kissing me in front of everybody right after a game that you lost!”

“hey! i’m sensitive about that.” of course, he pouts at you. a frown on his pretty face resembling a kicked puppy.

“you insulted my vows.”

“i did not insult your vows. i was just.. recalling and rephrasing them.”

“that wasn’t anything near my vows. how dare you. i didn’t sleep for three nights writing those.” suna attacks your face again. littering kisses all over your pretty face.

“rin, stop it— your fucking saliva—”

“i love you, too.” he murmurs, plopping a kiss tied with passion and adoration on your lips.

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[kirbyskisses]

hinata shoyo is probably my favorite basic shonen protagonist because i don’t know how much effort it would take to fly or turn super saiyan or achieve a black flash or a rasengan.

but i can imagine what it takes to leave everyone and everything you know to go from japan to brazil, learn a completely new version of volleyball, be awkward around a new roommate and learn 3 different languages (spanish, english and portuguese)

i can imagine burnout from all that plus breaking and rebuilding you muscles constantly and dealing with sand and wind and sun and rain affecting your plays.

the man works as a delivery boy and teaches kids portuguese (not even his first language) to support himself while becoming an established beach volleyball player famous all around rio de janeiro.

what a legend.

#haikyū!! #haikyuu #haikyuu manga #haikyuu spoilers #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shouyou #hinata shoyo

[moonswolfie]

When you lose your wedding ring

Ft. Various haikyuu boys🤭

decided to try my hand at these little texting scenarios hehe

KUROO, Osamu, Suna

Bokuto, LEV, Hinata

Iwaizumi, SUGAWARA, Aran

KITA, Ushijima, Akaashi

Tsukki, Oikawa, ATSUMU

#˗ˏˋ ★ ☁︎ 「Wolfie's works」 ☾ ★ ˎˊ˗ #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #bokuto koutarou x reader #haiba lev x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ojiro aran x reader #x gn reader #gender neutral reader

[13rurururi]

☆ミ "you're not leaving this bed" (various characters x reader)

cw/s: 18+, suggestive content, edging, teasing, etc.

a/n: all characters are aged up

It's a slow Sunday morning, and all he wants is to keep his arms wrapped around your soundly sleeping figure. The curtains do little to shield your bodies from the bright sun, leading to a warmth that should prompt your boyfriend to untangle himself from you — he won't, and you undoubtedly wake up in a weak effort to shake him off.

"Aw, don't want me anymore, baby?"

You feel the smirk on his lips pressed against your nape, making you shiver despite the morning heat. For a moment, he lets you go; but before you could get up from your shared bed, he abruptly grabs both of your wrists with one hand, pinning you firmly onto the soft mattress.

"What's the rush, pretty?"

For the next few hours, he'll have you helplessly spread on the sheets — kissing, nipping, licking every crevice of your body. He revels at each gasp and twitch he can elicit from you, and you are rendered immobile by the strong grasp of his wide palms and the weight of his legs toppled onto yours.

Beg all you want for any sort of relief, and he'll only prolong his torturously slow kisses even further, chuckling at the growing wet spot on the cloth beneath the apex of your legs.

"I'll take my time with you, alright? Be good and take it."

gojo satoru, geto suguru, sukuna, fushiguro toji, tengen uzui, urogi, karaku, gyutaro, haganezuka hotaru, oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsuro, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #demon slayer smut #kny x y/n #hq #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo x reader #geto x reader #toji x you #gojo x y/n #geto x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #haganezuka x reader #oikawa x reader #atsumu x y/n #tsukishima x reader #kuroo smut #kuroo x reader #hantengu clones x reader #gyutaro x reader

[tiza0925]

A New Skirt | 18+

Warnings/Tags: NSFW, explicit sexual content, alternate universe, female/AFAB reader, teasing, multiple orgasms, lap sex, hints of a breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, SET IN THE FUTURE WHERE ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED-UP AND OVER 18

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Female Reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

You turn to the side, bending one knee, to take one last look at yourself through the tall mirror that sits in your bedroom. 

And your chest falls with a small exhale of satisfaction as you focus on the way your skirt is just long enough to tease your ass, how your shirt hugs your waist oh so perfectly and makes it so damn obvious you’re not wearing a bra—

And a small smile forms at the thought of showing Bokuto your new outfit. 

The door creaks as you open it, and when you walk down the hall and into the living room—you see Bokuto getting settled into the couch, turning on the TV to find a movie for you two to watch. 

“You ready?” You hear Bokuto call for you, his attention on the screen as he sorts through the different movie titles to play, and you hum as you walk to where he’s sitting—your lower lip gets pinched under your top teeth as you walk around the couch to stand in front of him. 

And the moment Bokuto’s head lifts to look at you—

Your heart thunders in your ears, and you feel flushed all over your body as his eyes gradually widen—scanning every inch of your body like he’s trying to commit the image to memory. 

You swallow hard, feeling exposed, as Bokuto wets his lips, and his eyes remain focused on your skirt where your thighs are rubbing together. “You got a new skirt?” 

His voice sounds so rough like he’s already affected by this, that it causes a small shiver runs up your chest as you inhale a small breath, nodding with your hands behind your back. “Went shopping while you were at work.” 

“Yeah?” Bokuto seems amused by that as the side of his face lifts with a tiny smirk, and his lids lower as he leans back onto the couch—lifting his hips as he spreads his legs apart. 

Then he tilts his head. “It’s a pretty skirt.” 

You barely manage to suppress a grin as you purse your lips. “So you like it?” 

Bokuto hums, the TV forgotten as he sets the remote aside, and he motions with his fingers to ‘come here’. “I want to see it up close.” 

It’s the way he says it—with his voice low and eyes so murky with sudden desire—

It’s why you feel a jolt of heat sprout inside you as you close the distance between you, and Bokuto eagerly guides you to sit on his lap once he has his hands on you. 

“What made you want to buy this?” He asks as he makes you sit, legs spread by his thighs, and he runs his hands down the side of your thighs, spreading goosebumps with the heat of his hands. 

His hands that are so big that it can wrap around your thighs entirely. 

You shrug. “It looked nice.” 

A small lie. 

The real reason was solely for Boktuo—to get the reaction that you’re seeing right now from him. 

But he doesn’t need to know that. 

Bokuto hums and his hands wrap around your thighs as he slides them up and under your skirt, his thumbs teasing your covered cunt by a mere few inches. “Well, It looks really nice on you, sweetheart.” 

Your breath hitches at not only his words—but from the slight tease of one of his thumbs running over your covered slit—sliding it down from your clit to where your hole is. 

“I’m glad you like it,” Your voice is breathy, a little too preoccupied with the feeling of Bokuto’s thumb rubbing slow, small circles over your clothed clit, and your hands fly up to hold him by the neck. 

And Bokuto just smiles, all slow and syrupy, as he leans in closer to mouth at your chest covered by the thin fabric of your shirt. 

You can feel the heat and wetness of his mouth as he sucks on one of your tits—even if you’re wearing a shirt—and your core clenches when you feel him give your nipple an impolite bite to make it pebble up. 

He always knows how to make you melt almost instantly with just his fingers and mouth alone. 

His fingers aren’t even inside you and yet he’s already managed to get you soaking your panties as you moan, rolling your hips on his lap as he continues his torturous movement of his finger over your panties. 

“You can cum like this, can’t you?” He murmurs as he moves his head up to kiss the bend of your neck, and his finger teases your entrance by pushing your panties inside you for a moment, before sliding back up to rub your clit. “You’re so soaked, baby.” 

He continues to rub and tease your pussy over your panties until you’re moaning, feeling mindless, and your legs shake with a soft orgasm hitting almost instantly.

“Fuck—Ko—Oh, god—” 

“Let’s keep this skirt on, okay?” You hear him mutter as he slides down his sweatpants to let his cock bounce free. 

It slaps against your exposed thigh, causing your muscles to tense, and you whimper as he fists himself with a few strokes to get himself to fully erect. “Lift your hips for me, love.” 

And you immediately do as you’re told as you hold onto his shoulders for support, lifting each leg as Bokuto slides the rest of your panties off, and you gasp with a moan when you feel his thick cock slide between your pussy folds. 

His hands move to grip your hips, and he doesn’t fuck into you yet like you’re hoping he would. 

Instead, he guides you to rock on his lap, your pussy drooling all over the length of his dick as he slides them between your puffy slit, using your fluids as lube before he finally pushes the fat head inside you—

“Ko—!” You moan, low and sweet, and your fingers dig into his shoulders as he slowly pushes his hips up, making you take every inch of him, while his hands keep you in place. 

“Look at you,” He moves his head forward to capture your lips with his in one of the most gentle kisses he’s given you, all while holding you firmly to make you take his thick cock. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.” 

You whine from slight overstimulation—being torn between recovering from your first orgasm and feeling that liquid heat slowly beginning to grow in your belly again. 

But you let him fuck into you—feeling his dick all the way in your throat in the position you’re in—trying to kiss him back all while your senses explode and your pussy throbs because of him. 

“You think you can cum again for me?” 

You nod dazedly, not sure if you can, but—

But then you feel his thumb return to your clit—and god it’s so fucking sensitive and puffy—and he slowly rubs it while fucking into your tight pussy, making your eyes roll back and you gasp into his mouth.

“You’re so tight—shit—” Bokuto groans, moving to bury his head into the crook of your neck, and you feel hot air fan against your skin as he breathes heavily while he continues to rock into you languidly. “I just need one more from you, love.” 

You shudder, feeling that buzzing ache between your legs ready to combust any minute. 

“Then I can fill you up, okay?” He lifts his head, and your heart flips at the way he’s looking at you, and he kisses the side of your jaw, murmuring, “You just look so pretty in your skirt, baby, I can’t help it.” 

And hearing that pulls a small grin from you—

Because that’s the point. 

You wanted this reaction from him. 

And now you’re feeling just a bit more pleased that it worked out. 

“Please,” You moan, your fingers moving up to card through his hair, and Bokuto moans so deeply that you feel it against you. 

He uses whatever juices that gush out of your from his fucking as lube to rub your clit, and he picks up the pace—angling his hips in a way that he knows will have you seeing white shocks as he hits the right spot inside your walls. 

He fucks you while tonguing at the sensitive spot on the side of your neck, making you gasp out a sob as you hold onto him, and he sucks on your skin while groaning near your ear. 

It’s when he pushes his hips up and keeps it there, grinding his cock as deep as it can go inside you—making you feel every thick inch of him pulsing in your pussy—while he continues to thumb at your clit with practiced ease and skill—

That’s when your orgasm hits you, making you throb and cry out a moan as you hold onto Bokuto with all you’ve got—cumming over his cock as heat fills your cheeks and clit, spreading like wildfire and making everything so fucking hot around you. 

“Fuck—baby, just like that, I’m gonna cum inside you.” Bokuto’s moan is guttural, and his thrusts turn more demanding and selfish as he holds your waist with an iron grip, fucking your abused pussy and bouncing you on his cock like a limp rag doll. 

You feel electrified and boneless, all overstimulated and a puddle of honey—you don’t realize that Bokuto is filling you with his cum as he shakes and groans, your cunt taking it all in. 

And it’s within this moment—as Bokuto’s orgasm begins to cool down and you feel his dick twitching inside you as both of your fluids leak out between your thighs and onto him—

That you make a note to buy more skirts in the future. 

Perhaps to wear in public too to see what Bokuto will do. 

End.

Masterpost

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[nenchainzz]

Lifeguard!Tetsurou Kuroo x Lifeguard!Fem!Reader

This is for @ickyism's Tropical Kiss Summer Collab!

Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this collab!!

Thank you, @da1ryqveen, for beta-reading!!

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: pet names (pretty girl, baby, princess, baby girl), cowgirl position, cumming inside, oral sex (f!receiving), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, and missionary position

“Hey, you’re late again,” Kuroo says as you open the gate to the pool. You raise your sunglasses to rest on the top of your head.

“Sorry, I had an emergency,” you say.

“Oh, really?” he asks, eyeing you. It seems like he doesn’t believe you.

“Yes, Kuroo, an emergency,” you defend and set up your lifeguard chair, ready for the day. You pull off your t-shirt, so you’re in your lifeguard bathing suit uniform. Kuroo shrugs and sits beside you on his own lifeguard chair. “Any people come yet?”

“No, I’ve been alone,” he says and turns to you, giving you a pout. You laugh.

“Sorry, I’ll try not to be late again,” you place your sunglasses back over your eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t think we’ll get any customers today,” Kuroo observes the area around you both. The pool parking lot is empty, except for your car and Kuroo’s bike.

“Oh?” you mumble.

“Yeah, it’s 2 p.m. on a Wednesday, and it’s supposed to rain later,” he tells you.

“Maybe the manager will let us leave early,” you hope.

“Heh, I wish,” Kuroo agrees. You open a magazine you brought and cross your legs. You push your chest out slightly as you move.

“What time does the rain start?” you ask. Kuroo checks the weather on his phone before he answers you.

“Around 3:30,” Kuroo says.

“Really? That soon?” you ask. Kuroo nods. You read an article as Kuroo goes back to using his cell phone.

“Oh shit,” Kuroo curses. You look at him.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“I rode my bike here,” Kuroo points to his red bike.

“Man, that sucks,” you give him a sympathetic look.

“Y/N, can you drive me home?” Kuroo pleads. You give him a glare.

“Why should I?” you ask.

“Because it’s not cool to leave your coworker in the rain, plus…” he gives you a more suggestive look. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Will you?” you match his suggestiveness.

“You, out of all people, should know how good I am by now,” he says. You giggle.

“Fine, I’ll give you a ride home,” you say and turn back to your magazine.

“Thank you!” he grins.

You hope the rain will come quickly.

As soon as you and Kuroo start to feel droplets, you quickly pack your things into your car, and you leap into it, leaving Kuroo to stuff his bike into the trunk of your car. When he’s done, he slides into the passenger seat. You look at Kuroo, who’s a bit wet. His red lifeguard tank top clings close to his chest, and his black hair falls over his eyes. God, he looks so good like that.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, pretty girl?” he asks cheekily. You look into his gold eyes.

“You,” you reply, and he laughs at your honesty.

“I see,” he smirks. He opens the car door once more and hurriedly heads to the back seats. You look at him, confused.

“Uh, care to explain?” you ask him.

“Back here is better,” he says. You raise your eyebrow at him. Then, he extends his arms out to you. “Just come here.” You comply and climb over to the back seats. Kuroo grabs your hips and sets you on his lap. “See? Better.”

“Alright, you win, Tetsurou,” you roll your eyes.

“Damn right, pretty girl,” he says before he kisses you. His big strong hands hold you close to him while you wrap your arms around his neck. You open your mouth when his tongue traces your bottom lip. You feel his smile as he presses his tongue against yours. After a minute, he breaks the kiss and begins to kiss your neck.

“Mm, Tetsurou,” you hum.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he says into your neck. “Been thinking about you all day.” You moan as he begins sucking at your neck.

“Hmm, been thinking about you too,” you say.

“God, you and your little swimsuit always get me,” he says and nips at the red fabric.

“Tet-Tetsurou, please touch me,” you beg. He chuckles.

“Where do you want me to touch you, pretty girl?” he asks. “I need you to say it.”

“My chest, please touch my chest,” you plead. He chuckles again and moves his hands up to cup your breasts. You moan as he pinches your nipples through the fabric. Next, he moves his hands up to your shoulders, removing the swimsuit straps and leaving you topless as the fabric bunches at your waist just over your shorts. He latches his mouth over your right nipple and pinches the left one. You arch your back as you feel him swirl his tongue. Next, he switches to the other nipple and gives it the same treatment. You moan and grind down on Kuroo’s lap to get some friction going. He pops your nipple out of his mouth, watching with amusement as you grind down harder onto him.

“You’re so desperate, baby,” he taunts.

“I-It’s your fault,” you shoot back.

“Yeah, I guess it is,” he agrees. “Pretty girl, lift yourself up for a second.” You do so, and he quickly takes your swimsuit and shorts off and tosses them away. While you’re still above him, he takes off his tank top and slides down his shorts. His cock springs free, already leaking precum. While focusing on his cock, Kuroo swipes two fingers along your pussy.

“Ah, Tetsurou,” you moan. He brings his fingers to his lips.

“Damn, princess, you’re already so wet,” he says. You whimper at the loss of his fingers. “Aw, don’t worry, baby, come here.” He grabs your hips and positions you at his cock, before he slowly lowers you onto it. Your breath hitches while he groans and bottoms out. “Fuck, pretty girl.” You place your hands on Kuroo’s shoulders while he keeps his on your hips. You raise yourself and slam back onto him. You continue your shallow pace as you try to find a rhythm. Your thighs shake as you lift yourself off every time, and Kuroo begins to notice. He grips your hips and stops you.

“Huh?” you utter. He smirks up at you.

“Let me take it from here,” he says. He grips your hips and begins to thrust up into you. You moan as he hits your spongey spot every time. He grunts with every one of his thrusts. You throw your head back, and Kuroo watches your pussy swallow his cock. His thrusts hit you deep, and his cock stretches your walls. “F-Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tightly, baby girl.” You scratch at his back and arch against him once again. He thrusts harder into you, and you feel his cock twitch within you. “Shit, gonna cum,” Kuroo mumbles against your chest. You feel his warm cum shoot into your cunt and you collapse into his arms. You both breathe heavily as his cock is still sheathed inside you.

Kuroo lifts you up and lays you down beside him with your legs draped over his. You catch your breath while Kuroo kisses down your body to position himself between your thighs.

“What…?” you can barely even ask.

“I did say I’d make this worth your time,” Kuroo reminds you.

“Fuck, Tetsurou,” you can hardly believe him. He smirks and nips at your inner thigh, making you shudder.

“Make sure to be extra loud for me,” he winks. He licks up your entrance, holding you tightly as you shake from his actions. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be extra gentle.” He begins to circle his tongue teasingly at your clit as a way to prep you.

“Baby,” he says, prompting your attention.

“Hmm?” you quietly hum in response.

“Do you want me to use my tongue or fingers?” he asks.

“Fingers,” you reply. He nods. You whine as he returns to your pussy, sucking on your clit. His hands grab your hips to keep you in place.

“Don’t try escaping, baby girl. I’m gonna suck your clit and finger you till I’m satisfied.” He begins sucking again, sticking two fingers into your pussy. You shake from the overstimulation as you moan. Your hands grip the leather seat under you as Kuroo watches you intently. His fingers curl inside you, and your eyes roll back with your tongue falling out of your mouth. You feel Kuroo’s smirk as he sucks your bundle of nerves.

“Ah! K-Keep going!” you shout. You feel your abdomen tighten as Kuroo’s fingers thrust in and out faster. Your thighs clench around Kuroo’s head, trapping him. You feel your orgasm build up. “Fuck! Cumming!” Your orgasm rips through you as Kuroo’s fingers are covered in a mix of his and your cum. He brings his fingers to your lips. You open your mouth and begin cleaning his fingers.

“Yeah, that’s right, pretty girl. Clean up your mess,” he says. You suck his digits in, and he allows his fingers to go deeper into your mouth. You moan around his fingers as your tongue swirls around them. “Good girl,” he says as he takes his fingers out of your mouth.

“Tet-Tetsurou,” you speak up. “Are you gonna fuck me again now?” He chuckles darkly. He loves when you get all desperate for him.

“I said I wouldn’t stop sucking your clit and fingering you till I’m satisfied. And I’m not satisfied yet.”

“But–” he cuts you off.

“Besides, I’ll use my other hand. I’m better with it anyway,” he smirks. And like before, he brings himself back to your pussy. His mouth begins to suck at your abused clit. His other fingers thrust faster into your pussy. Every movement is faster than before.

“Ah! T-Too much!” you moan. Your pussy begins making wetter, lewder sounds, and your clit spasms in Kuroo’s mouth. You close your eyes as you try to keep yourself from cumming too soon. Kuroo studies your reactions again, knowing you’re trying not to cum too soon. With his mouth still latched to your clit, he circles his tongue. You arch your back off the seats and cum on his fingers once again. He sits up and looks at how spent you are. When you notice he’s up, you open your mouth for his fingers. He laughs at how well he trained you.

“Aw, baby,” he says, bringing his fingers into your mouth. You suck and lick them clean like before. “You’re so good at that.” He removes his fingers, bringing them to your face. He begins to kiss you and massage your thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck. He breaks the kiss to ask you something. “Up for one more round?” You chuckle breathlessly.

“Are you serious?” you ask.

“Come on, just one more,” he pleads. You roll your eyes and smile.

“Alright, just one more,” you agree. He then lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You breathe in harshly.

“I’ll try to go slow,” Kuroo says. He thrusts into you slowly, as he promised. He kisses you and drags his cock out and then back in. You moan into his mouth, and he slips his tongue in. Your nails begin to scratch at his back, making Kuroo groan into your mouth. He breaks the kiss to look at you. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

“Just fuck me then,” you say.

Kuroo drags his cock completely out of you before slamming back in hard. Then, he picks up his pace and goes to suck at your neck. You moan out and pull his black hair.

“K-Keep going,” you urge. He keeps snapping his hips into yours, and you close your thighs around him. You feel your walls beginning to suck him in.

“Shit, so tight,” Kuroo mumbles into your neck. You hear him begin to lowly moan next to your ear. He bites down on your shoulder as he thrusts deep into you, making you cry out. Your arms dig into his biceps, leaving small crescents.

Kuroo’s cock begins to twitch within you. His thrusts become more erratic as he chases after his own release. After a few more thrusts, Kuroo finally cums inside you. He breathes with you while still hovering above you for a bit. When he gets up, he searches for your clothes and finds them in the front seat. He hands them to you, and you begin to dress.

“So, how was that?” Kuroo asks. “Told you I’m pretty good.”

“Yes, you’re good, Kuroo,” you figure you’ll appease his ego.

“Oh, I’ll help you clean up when you drop me off,” he says. “I think I’ll have some stain remover.” You laugh. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. It’s just you’re so different from before,” you chuckle.

“Huh? I’m the same,” Kuroo doesn’t seem to understand what you mean.

“Yeah, yeah. Well, come on, we should text the manager that we’re leaving early,” you mention.

“Oh, yeah, good idea,” Kuroo agrees. “And he says we can’t leave; we can just stay here.”

“Oh? We will, will we?” you ask.

“Yup, and I think we know how to pass that time,” Kuroo says.

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#୨✩୧ Collabs #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyū x reader #hq x reader #haikyu!! x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!! x reader #hq!! x reader #tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #tetsurou kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #self insert

[hxltic]

Matsukawa has the nastiest deepstroke and nobody can tell me otherwise. Especially front. He curls his hips just right to make that fat tip hit the perfect bundle of nerves inside you. He whispers to you in missionary, one large hand hooked under your leg and the other rubbing your forehead and holding his weight. He makes you look at him, which would be so funny with how lovey dovey he gets when the squelch of your pussy echos in the background, and you’d laugh if all your energy wasn’t clenching your toes. It’s a slow pace, speeding up to about a medium every now and then, but it’s so constant it feels like it’ll never stop, though you are in heaven and the only thing you can see is the blur of his face.

When you can’t look at him, if holding your head up is too much, he’ll grab your hair and tilt your chin up to him, then mimic it to you. He may let closing your eyes for a bit slide.

The moment is still in all the world—just you and his words as you let him drag you through your orgasm. Faint yes’s and head nods tell him you can still somewhat function.

“That feel good?”

“Yeah? I know how to take care of this pretty pussy.”

“Fuuuck. You just gonna clamp down on me like that?”

“Pussy’s a mess. So fucking wet.”

He doesn’t even need to roll your clit like he usually does. Him hitting the spot repeatedly is enough to get you to squirt. Proven the last time you came.

Mattsun says he has to take care of his girls.

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[lunamochii]

you're the blue text ; they're the gray/grey text

bokuto, atsumu, osamu, kuroo, oikawa, suna, sugawara, sachiro

#hq imagines #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq smut #hq #hq smau #hq suna #hq drabble #hq sachiro #hq sakusa #hq fanfic #hq drabbles #hq fic #haikyuu bu #haikyuu bokuto #haikyu hinata #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu smut #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu oikawa #haikyuu blurbs #haikyuu kuroo #sugawara koushi #kuroo testuro #bokuto x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya twins

[sugarlywhispers]

i.hajime + gf makes him do something cute

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; this is a repost. i think i posted last time at the same time with the nishinoya drabble, can't remember if it was a request though.😊

“I bet you my favorite lunch that you can’t make Iwa-chan do something cute,” Oikawa said daringly, sitting next to you on the bench you were observing your boyfriend and his volleyball team train.

You looked at him, amused by his childish behaviour, “Why would I want your favorite lunch?”

“Y/N, come one, don’t be such a boring grown up like Iwa-chan…” He whined, but then he smiled devilishly, “Or is it that you know you're gonna lose, so you don’t want to try? Ah, I can’t blame you for that. If I knew I was going to lose, I wouldn’t accept any dare either. Smart girl,” he sat there, with his head held high as if he had won the best prize ever.

Ugh, you hated him.

You wouldn’t normally follow him or any idea he had, simply because you knew it made Hajime explode with annoyance–especially if Oikawa was responsible. But you felt kind of adventurous that day, so why not give it a try?

“Fine, diva, I accept your bet,” you said sitting two spots away from him, where you looked directly at where your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, was standing waiting for a ball.

You ignored the whining and protesting Oikawa did when you called him ‘diva’, smiling proud of yourself internally for upsetting him.

Oikawa crossed his arms over his chest offended and watched as you extended your arm, your thumb and index finger connected, making an ‘o’ shape. He frowned, confused at what you were doing. Then you smiled cutely and whistled in Iwa-chan’s direction.

He saw how his former teammate turned to his girlfriend–obviously having recognized her style of whistling, and rolled his eyes at her action, but instantly jogged to where she was and surprised every single person in that gym who paid attention to the couple.

You smiled when your boyfriend approached you, a light blush that most would blame it on the heavy training he was doing, but you knew your boyfriend; he was kind of embarrassed by what he was about to do. Yet he didn’t care what people could say; you were his priority and he always did everything for you–mostly in private, but he had said that he didn’t mind doing cute things in public either. Not with you.

From the little ‘o’ shape your fingers were making, you watched with a smile your boyfriend come closer to you, until he kneeled in front of you and you laughed when his nose booped through the circle, before his lips did. You bent closer and pecked his lips cutely. A lot of “aww”s were heard around, but Hajime just smiled proud of himself while he jogged back to his previous position to keep training.

Your head turned to Oikawa, who had his eyes opened wide and jaw dropped to the floor. You regretted not having a camera rolling to capture that image.

“Are you sure you follow your own advice of not making bets you’re going to lose, Tooru-senpai?” He grumbled at you because he knew you were just mocking him, before jogging in Hajime's direction and complaining how he wasn’t that cute with him.

You smiled amused; sometimes, you wondered if you had a relationship with two guys, and not just one, because Oikawa was definitely always there, in the middle of you and Iwaizumi. And neither Iwaizumi nor you actually cared that much to actually feel annoyed by that fact.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyū!! #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi scenarios #iwaizumi drabble #iwaizumi fluff #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi fanfic

[ilylovelyz]

haikyuu boys when protective of you

most likely gets into a fight, does throw the first punch, and dramatically whines afterwards, forcing you to be his personal nurse ATSUMU, TANAKA, nishinoya, terushima, IWAIZUMI, hoshiumi

so insulting and almost degrading to whoever is threatening you that the offender ends up leaving out of embarrassment TSUKISHIMA, shirabu, KUROO, kenma, sugawara, daishou, akira, SUNA, kageyama, ushijima, futakuchi, hanamaki

YOU'RE the one who is protecting them SAKUSA, hachi, bokuto, YAMAGUCHI, GOSHIKI, asahi, tendo, AONE, oikawa (somehow), koganegawa, LEV

does his best to diffuse the situation, but ultimately leaves angry and mentally hexes them KIYOKO, akaashi, KITA, DAICHI, hinata, yaku, hirugami

spends the night in jail KENTARO, semi, yamamoto, mattsun, OSAMU

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