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seijorhi · 4 months

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invidia ii

a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo

“Why did your parents split up?”

Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.

“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.

If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.

Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”

And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more.

Your stomach flutters.

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‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’

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“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

You’re a coward.

“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”

“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.

Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend.

Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you.

That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.

You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.

Yeah.

His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”

Another tap at the fractured glass.

That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.”

“You want some tea, sweetheart?”

‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’

A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–

“Baby?”

You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine.

Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess.

He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit.

Sweetheart’s a rare one.

Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Another shuddering breath in. Out.

Fuck.

There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door.

There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead.

You don’t realise you’re crying.

Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.

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You should’ve left days ago.

After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone.

He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.

There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely.

Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault.

‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’

If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.

You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.

You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.

You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.

But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.

He loves you. Shin loves you.

A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him.

“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him.

The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.

And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice.

“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”

This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours.

“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.

Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.

You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.

Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything.

If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this.

(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)

But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”

All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.

Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.

You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.

Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.

You forget how to breathe.

Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.

A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain.

“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”

But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.

He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.

“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”

Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming.

The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.

Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.

A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.

It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out.

Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”

But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.

It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs.

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Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.

Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely.

The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.

He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense.

He’s not heartless, either.

In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place.

When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.

“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder.

What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?

You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?

A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there.

“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere kuroo #yandere kuroo x reader #yandere kuroo tetsurou #yandere kuroo tetsurou x reader #oc: kuroo shinnosuke #tw: noncon

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mangogobibiboo · 5 months

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Burnout Syndromes (HAIKYUU i)

a/n: In honor of my finals approaching 😭

Atsumu Miya:

Osamu Miya:

#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #atsumu headcanons #atsumu x reader #haikyu oc #haikyuu angst #osamu drabble #osamu smau #osamu x reader #haikyuu smau series

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educatedsimps · 2 days

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— originals ˊˎ-

≪ back to fics masterlist ≪ back to main masterlist

— AKAASHI KEIJI:

under the moonlight ↳ fluff, drabble

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME:

11:06pm ↳ iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader ↳ fluff, timestamp, drabble

CAUGHT (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader, ft. iwaizumi hajime ↳ fluff, lil bit of angst, love triangle, timeskip, college au

— MIYA ATSUMU:

coming home to you ↳ dad!miya atsumu x fem!reader ↳ FLUFF, slice of life

CAUGHT (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader, ft. iwaizumi hajime ↳ fluff, lil bit of angst, love triangle, timeskip, college au

“your roots are showing” (coming soon!) ↳ miya atsumu x f!reader ↳ your favourite pisshead and the different times his hair was growing out

— MIYA OSAMU:

osamu’s triggers (headcanons)

— SUNA RINTARŌ:

traffic lights ↳ suna rintaro x f!reader ↳ angst

— MEIAN SHŪGO:

MEIAN SHŪGO BRAINROT ↳ no need for an explanation

— MULTIPLE:

11.50pm ↳ multiple hq boys ↳ FLUFF, drabble, timestamp

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j-u-u-z-o · 6 months

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“Late Night Snack.” Timeskip Atsumu Miya x Reader NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: I’ve been thinking about this scenario for this Fox. Like I said before, he drives me nuts.

Synopsis: you were hungry! And your boyfriend sleeps better when you’re next to him. Now what?

WARNING: clingy fox boyfriend, dry humping, squirt, NSFW‼️, GRAMMAR.

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“Mmm.” You hummed.

You randomly woke up late in the evening because your stomach started growling all of a sudden. Atsumu’s arm wrapped was around your waist with his chest close to your back. you felt his chest rise up and down — his slow breaths brushing your neck.

You could stay in this position for a few more minutes. But, your stomach thought otherwise. You’re hungry. You noted. You slowly lifted your head up to see the time on the nightstand.

It’s 8:50pm.

You’d eaten dinner with your boyfriend not too long ago. It was good. In fact, you could not stop thinking about that delicious Thai food he brought home for dinner. Especially, his chicken burrito, that he left in the fridge. which you recalled. you want to stay put for a little longer, but you still couldn’t help it. So, you planned on how you’re going to escape from Atsumu’s hold.

Slowly, you turned your head back. Your neck straining a bit, you saw how peaceful atsumu looked while he’s sleeping. He had immediately came back from a long day of practice and all he wanted to do was eat and sleep with you. You pouted and thought if this was a good idea. To leave him for some leftover food. Oh well.

You gently rose up. A small groan was heard behind you. You continued as you felt his wrapped arm slide down to your hips. You moved the blanket off of your body slowly and slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. You heard another light groan from your boyfriend — which made you stop from getting off the bed mid way. You looked back at him again. And at the same time, your stomach growled again.

You gently lifted his forearm and unwrapped it from your waist and placed it on-top of your pillow. Your legs moved off the bed and your feet met the wooden floor, and you tiptoed out of the bedroom, and gently closed the door behind you.

Your hand on your chest, You let out a long exhale. You didn’t know that you were holding your breath while you escaped from his hold. He’s very clingy, you thought. “This better be worth it.” You mumbled, walking into the kitchen and turning on the light that’s above the stove. You opened the fridge and searched for the burrito. Voila! A white bag that has the name of the Thai restaurant he ordered from caught your eyes.

Smiling like a baby, you happily took it out and carried it to the kitchen island. You had one goal in mind and that was to eat some of that tasty burrito you remembered taking a small bite of. “He should’ve ordered two but that’s okay. Next time.” You murmured, opening the aluminum foil and eyeing the delicious chicken burrito. You wasted no time getting a knife to cut a “piece” off. it was actually more than that. “Woops.” You smiled softly.

You put it in the microwave and put the other half small piece in the fridge. As you waited for it to warm up, you walked to the living room and turned on the tv. The colorful lights illuminated your face as you stood in front of it changing channels; until you found a random “paid programming” show that talked about selling jewelry and other items for Black Friday.

“Beep…Beep…Beep.” The microwave signaled. you happily threw the remote on the wide suede couch. “Yaaay~” you whispered, opening the microwave. “Smells so good.” You blew the food as you walked back to the wide couch, while your other hand carried a cup of water. Before you started to eat, you got yourself comfortable by wrapping the flinch blanket around yourself since you were a bit cold —you’re wearing a fitted strapped cami top and panties. “Better!” You whispered, snuggling in the warmth of the blanket.

You took your first bite and moaned at how delicious the burrito is. Your small hands held onto the it as you took a big bite from it, while you watched the seller show some pearly earrings and necklaces for sale on the huge flat screen tv.

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After a while, you laid down. “Mm.” You could barely speak. You’re so full. But the burrito made you feel so much better. However, you were lazy to get up and go back to bed. So, You decided to watch tv for a while until you fall asleep on the couch.

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“Hmm…” a grunt left his lips.

Atsumu’s hand brushed against your pillow. He groaned and moved over to feel your warm body. You’re not there. He groaned again and said, “baby…come’re.” No answer. He managed to open his eye, sleepily. You’re still not here. “What..?” He said drowsily, slowly sitting up on the bed, looking for you on the bed in the darkness. Hoping that he’s still sleeping, he brushed his hand across the sheet. You’re really not here. He let out a whine. One that sounded like a kid that lost his mom in the supermarket. “Please tell me I’m dreaming.” He sighed and got up from the bed, and dragged his feet to the door.

**He pushed his messy bangs back with fingers as walked out the bedroom. He checked to see if you were in the bathroom. but, the light is off. He frowned and continued to look for you. Suddenly, he noticed the colorful lights coming from the living room as he walked through the hallway. there you are. Your figure was laid down on the wide couch.

He stood there for a moment in disbelief. She left me alone f’ tv huh. He thought to himself. He turned his head to check the time on the microwave. 9:50pm. He turned to look at you from afar. “Maybe she’s sleeping.” He mumbled, walking into the living room to turn off the tv. You heard his footsteps and turned your head to him.

“Oh. Hey babe.” You said lowly, watching him walk around the couch. He stood in front of you, blocking the tv screen. You eyed him from head to toe. His bare chest making you catch your breath. Especially, his fitted boxers. “Ya left me alone in the bed!.” He pouted, his figure looking heavily sleepy. You smiled softly. “Sorry, I was a bit hungry.” You tried to hide your laughter when you saw his pouty face and his messy bed hair. “Come back to bed with me , baby.” he whined, his drowsy eyes slowly closing a bit. “I want to stay up a bit. You can go without me, Tsumu.” You said, looking at him with concern. You felt bad that he came all the way here because you’re the antidote that makes him sleep better.

He whined again and turned to look at what you’re watching on tv. “Baby.”whined yet again, turning back to you. He’s a big baby, you thought. “I’ll come back when I feel like it, babe.” You spoke, but he whined again and you giggled. You don’t think he’s going to listen to you. You’re laying comfortably on the wide couch.

As if he read your mind, he pulled the blanket over your body and knelt down on the cushion to lay on top of you, and covered his back with the blanket. You giggled again as you watched him get comfortable - wrapping your legs around his waist and his arms wrapped around your form from underneath. “Tsumu!” You whispered, giggling softly at his behavior. He laid his puffy face on your chest and didn’t say a word.

“You wanna watch tv with me then, baby? You smiled softly, slowly working your fingers through his hair and his undercut. He hummed as he watched tv. However, whiff of your breath brushed his face. his quickly head struck up and he frowned at you. You stopped your fingers at looked up at him in surprise. “What?” You smiled in confusion. “Oi. Did you my burrito?” He asked, trying to look mad but failed. He’s too sleepy. You snorted and whispered, “only a few bites.” You smiled. “But Don’t worry, The other half is in the fridge.” He laid his head down, “Oh. Didn’t think you liked it. Cuz ya so picky.” He admitted, his deep sleepy voice taking over. “Well, now you know.” You scratched his undercut, lovingly.

Minutes passed, and you listened to Atsumu’s groans as you scratched his head, gently. You smiled while you watched the holiday commercials. His warm weight above you and feeling his warm breaths brush your chest, you felt lucky. “Mmmm.” The head scratches felt so good. He lifted his head began kissing your neck, gently. Your fingers changed its pace by slowly stroking his hair. his long and warm kisses was distracting you from watching the Black Friday sales on tv. Your breath hitched when he suddenly kissed your favorite spot over and over. the one makes your pulse increase.

“Tsumu...” you moaned, stretching your neck to give him more room. He hummed and moved his kisses up under your ear and down to your jawline. Your other hand caressed his neck while he did so. moments after, he captured your soft lips with his and kissed you, deeply yet slowly — thanks to his sleepiness. Your hands moved up to his neck as you your soft lips slowly moved in sync with his.

You can tell that he’s still sleepy but you didn’t bother stopping him. You moaned in between the kisses as your fingers combed through his hair. Soon after, he broke the kissed began leaving kisses on your collarbone and your neck, again. You turned your head back to the tv while your hand brushed his bangs and the other caressing his bicep. Your deep breathes echoed in yours ears and his as he continued his task.

Atsumu rose up a bit and to pull up your cami top. you arched your back to help him. feeling your nipples harden from the make out session; now that your breasts are revealed. He held them close together. “My babies.” He grinned before he began kissing around your breasts , slowly. you felt the warm appendage lick around your breast - making you push your chest closer to his mouth - to lick your nipple. He kneaded the two flesh while he admired your it. His brown orbs ogling your nipples. He began licking your nipple and you gasped. He licked it slowly with enough pressure. Feeling the tip of his tongue on it. “Mm.” You whimpered, listening to sounds of his tongue flick it, feverishly.

He did the same with the other. You pushed your head back on the couch pillow while your hands stroked his hair - making it messier. You kept arching your back while he licked them just right. Slowly. The way you like it. “Ah.” You moaned, closing your eyes here and there and biting your biting lip when his lips wrapped around your nipples . Sucking them lovingly. You whimpered and slid yours hands down. Your fingers gently scratching his broad back while sucked your nipples.

Your wrapped your legs around his form; the heel of your feet massaging his lower back. “Mmm.” You breathed, working your hands up to both sides of his face, feeling his tongue swipe your nipples, passionately.

Atsumu moved up to kiss your lips. His tongue slowly invading your mouth and wrapping it around yours, passionately. What’s gotten into him? You managed to ask yourself. But your thoughts got lost when he began grinding his bulge on your covered pussy, side to side. Slowly. Enough to make you start whimpering in the deep kisses. you became putty underneath him — your lower body felt tingles from his warmth rubbing against your covered pussy.

You broke the kiss and looked up at him. His sleepy brown eyes hypnotizing you in need of your attention. “Unh.” You whimpered, your dowey eyes blinking as were still looking up at him. He smirked. Continuing to slowly roll his hips in circles. “Ahh.” You raised your legs to feel more of that warmth — your legs slowly dangling in the air. You held onto his arms due his pace making you become needy. You started rolling yours hips in circles to meet his own. “Ah…Right there.” You whispered, looking down at the ministrations. His big bulge sliding up and down. making your clit throb whenever the tip bumped against it. He chuckled lightly and kissed your forehead before he raised himself - hands on either side of the couch pillow. He watched you roll your hips up and down.

“Haa…” Your deep breathes rang in his ears. He tilted his head and hummed. Your head fell back on the pillow when you felt your clit get poked by his covered tip. “You like that, huh.” Smirking, he stopped rolling his hips and puts his arm down in between. You watched him curiously before he pulled your panty aside. He pulled it with enough force to make stay on the side. “Ah!” You gasped when he dipped a finger deep into your folds. Rubbing it and then moving it up flick your clit. You quivered as the rough calloused pads rubbed your clit, making you become wetter. he dipped the tip of his finger into your cunt, teasingly. Feeling your warm arousal cover it. “You’re wet, baby.” He mumbled, getting into position again. You moved your small hands down to his hips. He spread his legs further and you did the same. You wanted to feel everything.

He applied some of his weight on you as slowly bucked his hips up and down. “Ooh.” You moaned, his covered cock felt so warm against your bare pussy. You deep breathes kept hitching each time he rolled his hips up. “Ooh yeah…oh baby.” You grunted, grounding your hips up, Your sensitive clit throbbing against the soft thin fabric - making you quiver from the overtaking sensation.

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The fluttering sensations from your clit overtook you as atsumu slammed his hips against you, slowly. Ooh. Yeah…ah.” You moaned softly, feeling the satisfying relief your pussy was receiving. Soon after, his thighs slapped against yours quickly as you quickly rubbed your pussy against his warmth; getting close to your release. “Unh!” You breathed heavily, twitching as you’re clit kept throbbing while you rode out your first orgasm.

“Mmm.” You fingers brushed his arms softly and you moved them up to the sides of his neck. Your clit was still throbbing from the first orgasm. “Baby.” You called softly, pulling him down. Atsumu lowered himself to capture your needy lips. “Mmm.” You moaned, his needy lips smacking against yours. He applied some more of his weight which made you roll your throbbing clit against him to help you cool down.

you wanted more. His soft lips nibbled yours, while your hands held his cheeks. He suddenly broke the kiss and you whined. He sat down on his knees and eyed your pretty pussy. Wet and spread open for him. He felt the wet patch on his fitted boxers. he looked down and noticed a shiny wet patch on the center of it. He brushed his fingers against the fabric. small strings of your arousal stretching on his fingertips.

Your cheeks started to feel hot. You tucked your lips — feeling a little embarrassed by your actions while you looked at the small mess you made. “Wow.” He chuckled, making you look up at him. “I love the way you use me, baby.” He said deeply, his sleepy voice still evident. You blushed and turned your head to look at what’s on tv but your breath hitched when he quickly grounded his hips against yours, again.

You hands fell on either side of your head. you looked down in between and saw his hands slide their way up to the back of your knees and slowly push them down to the cushion. Your pussy feeling even more exposed, he leaned over to be closer to your face and rolled his hips up against your pussy. “Oh god.” you gasped, grounding your hips, and rolling it up to meet his thrusts.

Your breast bounced at a gentle pace. Feeling them respond to his ministrations as your pussy bumped against his covered cock. You mouth slightly ajar, you couldn’t form any words. Just lost in his actions while you watched in between. His deep hums echoed through your ears, his iron grip underneath your knees made you feel putty, and the way his abs looks pushed in while he was pleasing you — all of it making you even more putty under him.

Soon after, the sloppy wet sounds goes unnoticed. Simultaneously, you and him watched the action from in between. your eyes widened when you saw thick strings of your arousal stretching on his covered cock each time he rolled his hips. “Mmm. look at that, baby.” He hissed. “ Making a mess, aren’t ya.” He chuckled, watching your pussy get smothered with your arousal as he circled his hips. “Ahh.” You whimpered, a certain roll of his hips made you move your hands up to his neck and look at him. “Right there, Tsumu.” You pleaded, biting your bottom lip.

You’re toes kept clenching and unclenching from the sensation. “Oh..yeah” you breathed in his face. A sudden change of his pace made you roll your hips up, forcefully. “Oh!” You cried, finding the perfect spot to rub your clit against. His thighs slapped against yours roughly. You hissed as they were starting to ache; mixing with the pleasure.

Your hips rolled off the cushion to meet his thrusts but his strength overtook yours as your clit was getting stroked and slammed on, roughly. You broke the kiss and kept whimpering. “That’s it baby.” He praised. The sensation overtaking your body, Atsumu outstretched your left leg and slammed his covered girth on your soaked pussy, frantically. The couch cushions started creaking relentlessly. “Oh baby!” You whined, your throbbing pussy feeling his warmth from his rough persistence. Your held onto his shoulders for good balance; not letting your throbbing pussy miss his quick thrusts.

“Unnnhh.” You slowly dragged out, Your head fell back on the couch pillow. The filthy squelching sounds slapped on your sloppy pussy. “Good girl, baby.” He hid face hides under your neck. “Mmm.” He moaned, he spread his legs further apart to feel your sloppy pussy soak his boxers — clearly covering his cock with your fluids. The thick sounds gets louder as he increases his pace. Your body shaking under him. “Aaah! Oooh fuck ye-es.” You whined, his hips stuttering against yours, feverishly.

“Unnh!” you whimpered, your next orgasm is getting closer. Your hands gripped the waistline of his boxers. “Don’t stop.” You grunted, quickly rutting your hips up — your clit trying to seek for more friction. “Mmmm.” He hummed against your neck and circled his hips playfully. your mouth widened — not forming any words as your clit felt everything. Soon after, Your clit started throbbing uncontrollably.. “O-oh!” You frowned, grounding your hips up to his. “G’ head baby.” He encouraged you, rolling his hips side to side. You pulled his hair and began rubbing your clit on his covered girth, quickly. You felt his lips form a smile on your neck.

“Un-nnh” Your voice shook, his warmth felt so good rubbing on your clit. Atsumu kept humming, let you take control a bit more before he rose up and grabbed both knees from underneath, and started rutting his covered cock against it. “Aaa-ah!” cried, suddenly releasing your orgasm. squirting all over him. “That’s it baby.” He hissed, his hips slamming against yours roughly — his midsection getting splashed on. “Aaah!” You kept leaking while it pooled on either side of your hips and down on the couch. The wet skin slapping echoed in the room. “Ts-Tsumu!” You cried out, squirming underneath him.

“Thaaats it, baby.” He praised you. “Let it all out.” He gripped your hips and bucked against you.

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“Mmph.” You groaned, roughly. The cool down was taking a while to go away. You listened to his humming voice next to your ear — slowly rolling his hips up and down. A satisfied sigh left your lips when you stared at the ceiling. Everything felt so good. Even though you’re still twitching below him. “Mmm.” You moaned, gently rubbing your still throbbing clit against him, slowly.

He lifted his head up to look at you. A fox-like grin covers his face. You rolled your eyes. “What was that for?” You asked, impatient to hear his answer. “Ya give the best head scratches, babe.” He replied, his grin widening. “I thought you wanted to watch tv with me, Tsumu.”

“Ya didn’t stop me, though.” He chuckled. “Shut up!” It’s true. You didn’t bother to. But still.

You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. He knows you loved it. “Anyway. What are we gonna do about the couch? It’s a mess.” You mumbled, feeling bad. It’s a very expensive couch. “Don’t worry.” You raised an y. “ I’ll have room service come clean it up tomorrow morning.” He said, kissing your cheek.

“But…they’ll think that we’re not… normal people.” You said, feeling embarrassed. He chuckled, “Nah! they’ll jus’ know that I can bring the best out my girlfriend.” He replied, grinning like he just won 3 volleyball tournaments.

That didn’t help at all. You rolled your eyes. “Get off me!” You pushed him and he rolled over to the side, laughing. “Can we go back to bed now, baby?” He asked playfully, messing with you. You pulled your top down. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, Tsumu!” You got up and walked to the his bedroom, “Eh?” He stopped and blinked. “Nooo!” he whined quickly getting up from the couch, catching up to you.

“Shut up!” You gave a breathless laugh as you took out another pair of your panties from his drawer.

“I love you~” He hugged you from behind, quickly leaving kisses on your neck to forgive him. “Whatever.” You put on your panties and walked to your side of his bed. He smacked your ass and followed you.

“Go change your underwear Tsumu!”

“You wanna show?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Tsumu! I swear to - “ he pulled you into the bed with him. “I don’t feel like it!” He pulled you close to his chest and kissed your lips playfully until a smile appeared on your face and you giggled.

You love me. He thought to himself.

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mrbananawchoco · 11 months

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Someone, PLEASE, give me ideas for scenarios to do in character.ai 😭 i already did the whole “watch me try on clothes 🤪” and “ t-teach me how to kiss 🥺” and shit like that😭 but i dont know what other scenario i can do😞 give me ideas plz plz plz

#character ai #oc #haikyuu smut #genshin impact smut #mha smut #jjk smut #eren smut #baji smut #itto smut #baji x reader #blue lock smut #knb smut #dabi smut

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tsukishimawife · 6 months

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Tsukishima Kei as your lab partner 18+

•Part 2•

-you were surprise that he did noticed you, he still pinning you on the wall you push him but he grab your wrist and pull you towards the exit

-"Kei , it hurts let me go" he didn't reply he just continue to walk he open the passenger seat and he made you sit inside as he walk towards the driver sit and start to drive

-"are you insane we still have class" he just continue to drive he made you drink something "drink" he was glaring at you, you know he is serious so you drink.

-unfortunately you start to feel sleepy so yeahafter 2min you asleep, why? And how? Well he secretly put sleeping pills to make you shut up because you were annoying.

-he continue to drink home and as you guys arrived he Carries you bridal style.

-as he now at the house walking upstairs to his room still carrying you.

-he opens the door and lay you on the bed, he took a robust out of his pocket and yeah he swallows it.

-he did it on purpose now his horny(obviously who wouldn't, who's in a right mind do that if you never mind let's continue)

-he is now looking at your sleeping position, as his dick started to get hard that it's litterly standing out of his pants

-he slowly get on top of you he takes your shirt of and your pants. "Shit, wake up or else I couldn't stop myself" you were deeply asleep.

-he started to touch your nipple through the bra and as he touch your clit too. He place his both of his hand on your breast he took your bra off, he rub his dick against your pussy then he takes your panties down as well opening his zipper his throbbing cock is out a big thick cock are now rubbing against your entrance

-you slowly wakes up, yet you can't move properly but you knew it was Kei on top of you feeling his huge duck against your pussy makes you moan, he noticed your awake he didn't say a word he just kissed you without a warning he slam his dick inside making you moan loudly "ah! ~ Kei be gentle" he kissed you roughly as he thrusts so fast and hard that your pussy bleed 'it's been a month you guys have last sex together' you were moaning , he's smirking rn.

-he keep fucking you as he licks your nipple "ah~ fuck your so tight shit I'm Cumming ah~" he pulls your hair and burry his face on your neck as he slam one last more and his warm seed came inside you.

-you crying in pleasure he chuckled and said "good girl time for round two" as he start fucking you again.

Thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy and yes the art used is my art

#18+ only #haikyuu tsukki #tsukishima x reader #haikyu smut #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei smut #kei tsukishima #ocxcanon #oc x tsukishima #sexy breast #doggyfuck #canon x oc #fucking hell #hornyposting

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chrollohearttags · 8 months

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𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 • 𝟏𝟎𝐊 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

so I’ve been contemplating for a while what I’ve wanted to do for a milestone/collab and seeing as how this is my first time doing something like this, I hope I don’t screw it up! 😭 but I’m super excited. I’ve talked about it before on here but when I was on WattPad, I did a multiverse mafia AU and it was so much fun but I’ve wanted to revisit and do it justice this time. Also, y’all know I’m a sucker for anything crime/true crime related. I couldn’t decide on which one I wanted to do after the poll (and I wanted to give everybody what they wanted 😭). Sooo…I present to y’all, the 10K collab event, Tales of the Underbelly!

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𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔: drugs, money, cars, glory….all the things synonymous with the fast lifestyle. A life that the average, everyday worker could only dream of. But underneath the surface of the glamour..lies a world filled with danger, adventure and deceit. In a country where several rival gangs fight to take the top spot as the head syndicate, they’ll do anything to achieve that power and they’ll get their success by any means. On the other side of the fence lies a legion of hard working individuals that’ll stop at no means to see these hardened criminals brought to justice. A task force comprised of the country’s highest ranking officers, hoping to take down the monsters responsible for ruining their cities. Not everything is black and white…bonds and partnerships like you’ve never seen will be formed to help either side see their dream to fruition. Which will you choose? The alliance formed on fast money and power or the brave crusaders fighting to restore order?

𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘:

• all participants must be 18+ due to the type of content that will be written about. It will contain violence, smut, drugs, sexual content, mentions of death/murder and anything synonymous with every crime show you’ve ever watched.

• this is a multiverse AU (emphasis on AU so I’d prefer non-canon events although including bits of the story/character personas is fine!) event but it is anime themed (obv). Fandoms included are AOT, JJK, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Revengers, One Piece, JJBA, HunterxHunter, Haikyuu, KNB, Bleach, etc. (these are just the fandoms I’ve written for but feel free to write for whoever you’d like!)

• there’s no deadline on this or set date because I can’t guarantee when I’ll be able to update myself but if you’d like to join, shoot me a DM or inbox me! Tell me your characters, the genre of the fic and if it’ll be a drabble or full fic, brief plot summary and I’ll add you to the collab list!

• to elaborate further, you’ll choose your character(s), fandom, plot and story style (ex: gang leader eren x informant reader who’s working for the cops but falls for him and has to choose where she wants to align, full fic, smut or detective!Gojo x reader who’s dating mafia leader!nanami and decides she wants to bring him down, smut/angst) obv these are just examples, you can do whatever you want!

• OC’s are welcome!!!! It can also be x reader as well! Get creative, have fun.

• do as many stories as you’d like! Multiple stories with the same characters are allowed.

• if you have any questions or need me to clear up anything (because I suck at explanations 😭) feel free to message me!

I’m super excited for this collab and can’t wait to see who enters! 🫶🏾 happy writing ✨

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koukamisstuff · 1 year

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Haikyuu Scenarios 🧶

Scenario: Surprising Y/N with Yarn

Characters: Kita, Osamu, Atsumu, Aran, Suna, Ren

Genre: fluff, romance

Koukami Series: Scenarios 🎟

♡Kita Shinsuke ♡Osamu Miya ♡Atsumu Miya

♡Ojiro Aran ♡Suna Rintaro ♡Ren Omimi

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REQUEST ARE OPEN😊

Requested by: @ermespop Heyyy there so as promised here you go, lovely💙! I hope you enjoyed this one! Thank you for your request. I've been super busy with work and things that you helped me relax and focus on my writing for a bit. I look forward to future request and again I really appreciate your support! Also it's super cool you're crocheting, something I hope to pick up on day!! Keep up the hard work!!! ❤️

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Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to the Haikyuu characters or the artwork used. I fully credit those who deserve the amazing works provided throughout my stories. I also don't own the images used and the credit belongs to those who have taken them.

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skooorch · 1 year

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🥺been thinking bout how he gives hugs

#sakusa x oc #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu #msby black jackals #msby x reader #sakusa x reader #probably how he gives hugs #been thinking about it lately #he's a lil embarassed #and at the same time defintely like smoosh his face happily in your hair #definitely with lots of feeling #this doesn't make sense lol #HAVE A SAKUSA HUG

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real-hot-grl-shi · 21 days

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😞

(I feel like I made her fashion sense too suggestive but I’m going off of what was trendy in the early 2010s bc that’s where the timeline takes place please help 😢)

I’m tryna make a haikyuu oc (it’s still wip!!!) and goddamn I’m fucking stuck 😞😞😞 (debating if I should put her with tsukishima or not 😕😕😕)

Like- LOOK AT EM 🫣🫣🫣

TEEHEE 🤭🤭🤭

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mangogobibiboo · 5 months

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Mission: ERROR

Synopsis: Osamu's confession does not go as planned

Pairing: Osamu x FEM!reader

Osamu is the calm and collected twin. The better twin, some might say. He is mature and rational, especially when compared to his piss-haired brother. But this was going to be the end of him. His hands were sweaty, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't think straight.

Today, he finally worked up the courage to ask you out after endless bullying from his teammates (mostly his brother). This boy had been looking at you like a puppy dog since he saw you running the mochi stand at the school festival during their first year. Osamu had taken every chance to get to know you after that. Of course, being on the volleyball team only left a little time to do much else. He still made it work somehow.

About 10 months ago, the perfect opportunity landed on his lap. He was having some trouble in Math and had failed the first couple of quizzes given that year. To keep Osamu on the Volleyball team as a regular, the coach arranged with his teacher to get him a tutor who would work with him for a bit in the morning and after school, right before practice.

At first, he was a little pissed. He now had to spend more valuable practice time in class. But all that apprehension disappeared once he saw you walk through the door. His life felt like it just lit up right at that moment.

From that day, you guys grew closer. I mean, it was inevitable because you two saw each other every day. And on some days more, because Osamu would insist that he "needed extra help," he would invite you to his house to study. He may have also tried to impress you with his cooking when he would "lose track of time," and you would have no choice but to have dinner at his place.

You, of course, were not an idiot and knew he didn't need that much help. At most, he just needed to read slower and think about the material more before answering. You could see how he would modify the marks he got on his tests to make the scores look lower than they were. And you also knew that if he consistently scored that low, he wouldn't be playing on the team. He would be benched or in remedial classes. But he wasn't, and this was proven because he would invite you to every game to watch him play.

Even after knowing all this, you didn't really mind. Osamu was cute and oh-so-sweet; how could you not fall head over heels in love with him. Of course, the cooking definitely helped his case. You had picked up on his little hints and were eagerly waiting to be asked out on your first official date. You didn't think it would take this long because he always seemed so sure of himself. You were also pretty obvious about your affection towards him. Not only did you always agree to go to his house to study whenever you could, but you also made an effort to make him small snacks for your morning and after-school meetings.

Osamu had pushed back your tutoring session that day so he could rush out and buy some flowers for you. The plan was to make it back to school and up to the classroom before you so that he could surprise you.

The plan had gone smoothly for the most part. He had made it back to school and was now waiting for you. The issue was that you were nowhere to be found. You didn't answer his texts or calls. Osamu grew more nervous that you had figured out his plan and ditched him because you didn't feel the same way.

It had been about 30 minutes, and Osamu would be late for practice if he didn't leave soon, but he wanted to stay in hopes that you would show up. Suna went up to get him on the captain's orders. Instead of finding his friend happily making out with his new girlfriend, he found Osamu pacing around the class while wiping his sweaty hands on his slacks.

"Oi," Suna leaned into the door frame with his arms crossed and continued. "Where's your girl?"

Osamu finally stopped pacing and leaned against the window sill with his hands on either side. "She- She's not here…Yet!"

"Well, your gonna be late if you don't get your ass to the club room like now."

"'s fine. I can be late one time. This actually gives me more time ta practice what I'm gonna say to 'er"

"That's if she shows at all," Suna mumbled that to himself, not expecting Osamu to hear. But he did, and Suna could immediately see his friend's face drop and all the anxiety come back into his body. "Look, man, she'll show, ok? Just practice your thing."

"It might help if ah had someone ta do it with-"

"No"

"I can get er phone back from Kita-san."

"Fine"

Suna trudged over to the other side of the room, arms still crossed on his chest. He leaned on the desk directly in front of Osamu and waited.

"so..do your thing."

With a deep breath, Osamu started, "I have had feelings fer you fer so long. Ya are the smartest, most beautiful person I have ever known. I was hopin' you would do me the honor of goin' on a date with me?" He extended the flowers to suna, bowed his head, and waited for feedback.

"O-Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Osamus's head shot up like a piston at the new voice. You were standing in the open doorway, stuttering out an apology and turning to leave.

This was a nightmare. You had just heard Osamu confess to Suna with the words meant for you. But you didn't know that.

The bouquet dropped from Osamu's hand as he ran after you. "Y-Y/n, It's not what it looks like!" He ran after you and caught your wrist, tugging it a little to make you face him.

"That is not what it looked like!"

"Samu, it's fine-"

"No. No, it's not. I was just practicing what I was going to say to you." "To me?"

"The confession, the flowers, they were all for you. I like you. I wanted this to be special, but it didn't work out that way. I swear I don't like Suna. I mean, he's great, but I could never put up with- "

"Just kiss me, you twat…"

You didn't have to ask twice. Osamu pulled you in for the sweetest kiss of your life. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer while your arms landed around his neck, pulling him closer.

When you two finally pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours and gave you a shy smile.

"I know this is awkward, but I'm late for practice."

You roll your eyes playfully and pull back from him, but not before giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"Go! I'll be outside the gym waiting for you. My new boyfriend still hasn't told me where we're going on our first date."

Using the word boyfriend to describe him made his heart leap with joy. He turned and ran to the gym, but not before leaning down and returning your kiss. He met Suna at the end of the hallway, and you saw them disappear toward the gym.

You couldn't wait to walk home that day with your new boyfriend.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyu oc #osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu osamu #osamu headcanons #osamu drabble #osamu fluff #osamu angst #osamu scenarios

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astra-ella · 2 months

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𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

fandom: haikyuu ship: nishinoya yuu x oc/reader status: complete ao3 link

"I think you're really pretty. Will you go out with me?" That was the first thing he's ever said to her. And needless to say, Amari Chiyo was not impressed. So as promised, Nishinoya Yuu will get to know her better and confess again. And again. And again. And again. It'll take 6 years and 9 confessions, but he'll get there. Eventually.

⌦ content: fluff, light angst, love at first sight, friends to lover, slice of life

⌦ note: you are free to insert yourself into Chiyo, just keep in mind she has her own character/backstory. i know some people don't like that, so just a heads-up.

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The sixth time he confessed was probably the best day of Nishinoya’s life — on their first ‘date’ almost a year later.

Early that afternoon, Nishinoya stood with his hands shoved stiffly into his pockets, swaying gently with the movements of the bus. It wasn’t his idea to come out today, but when Chiyo came knocking on his door, dressed in perhaps the cutest outfit he’s ever seen, how could he say no?

If it were up to him he would've spent the entire weekend practicing volleyball receives, be it with a wall or a local team. He had no plans to do anything else after their most recent loss against Aoba Johsai in the Interhighs. But there he was, on his way to the shopping district. For what purpose though, he wasn’t quite sure.

He glanced at Chiyo, who looked down at her phone, presumably to check the time. Her long hair was tied into a neat ponytail, which has since been dyed red, a result of her off-handedly mentioning how she wanted to try coloring her hair one day. Hotaru and Kaito took it seriously and after a lot of pestering, Chiyo finally agreed to let them use the drugstore box dye on her. Of course, Nishinoya was all for it. He was the one who helped them buy it after all. As he expected, the deepred suited her well, but to his surprise, she actually decided to keep and maintain it.

His eyes then trailed down to the flowy sundress and white tote she carried. Over the few years he’s gotten to know her, Nishinoya learned that she preferred to dress simple. Especially on days when she had a mountain load of housework. It wasn’t often he got to see Chiyo in anything aside from their usual school uniforms or a plain t-shirt and shorts.

Nishinoya then noticed about six or seven bandages wrapped around her fingers and his brows furrowed. He didn’t remember seeing them the last time they met, which was less than two days ago.

“Wait, Chiyo.”

“Hm?” She glanced over as he took her hand.

“What happened?” He asked, tracing his thumb over the outline of the bandages. “Did you hurt yourself?”

“Y-Yeah!” With her cheeks dusted pink, Chiyo quickly hid her hand behind her back and averted her eyes. “I dropped… erm, a plate! Yeah, I dropped a plate and cut myself by accident.”

“Oh,” Nishinoya blinked. He took a peek at her other hand, only to find it in the same state. Chiyo must’ve felt him stare a little too long because she soon hid that one behind her back too.

She pressed her lips together. “I’m fine, really,” she met his gaze. “Don’t worry about it.”

Nishinoya raised an eyebrow. He found it hard to believe that she of all people was clumsy enough to try and clean up broken ceramic with her bare hands. But alas, her doe eyes and reassuring voice got the better of him.

“Alright, if you say so,” he huffed. “But just in case, you know if you can always ask me for help, yeah?”

Chiyo breathed a sigh of relief.

“Of course,” she nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Nishinoya had no idea what the day’s schedule looked like. So one could only imagine his surprise when Chiyo led him to the movie theater and pulled out two tickets for the latest superhero movie.

“I got them from my boss,” Chiyo explained. “She said she watched the movie with her grandkids and they seemed to like it. So she thought I would too. You know, as a bonus for being a good employee,” she paused. “Or did you not want to see it? We can always watch something else if you want-”

Nishinoya shook his head. “No, no! This is perfect,” he took one of the two tickets for closer inspection. “Ryu was talking about how good this movie is the other day, so I’ve been meaning to see it. I guess I just didn’t see you as a movie-goer type.”

“What do you mean?” Chiyo gave him a weird look. “We watch movies at home all the time.”

“Yeah but those are DVDs. I didn’t think you’d like to actually watch them in theaters, since they can be kinda expensive.”

“I don’t,” she shrugged. “But these were free, and every once in a while the theaters can be a good experience,” she handed her ticket to the usher. “Besides, seeing movies on the big screen is a completely different experience than at home on TV.”

“Right? It’s way cooler,” Nishinoya handed his ticket in before hurrying to catch up with her, only to pause when he noticed the concession stand on the way to the screening rooms. “Oh! Do we have time to grab a bucket of popcorn? My treat!”

Chiyo nodded. “I’ll buy us some drinks then,” she reached into her tote for her wallet. “You want Sprite?”

He gave her a big grin and thumbs up. “You know it!”

“Man, that movie was great,” Nishinoya said between bites of his shaved ice.

“It really was!” Chiyo clasped her hands together. “Rhea’s last line was especially awesome! So heartfelt and romantic!”

“Rhea?” Nishinoya cocked his head to the side. “Who was that?”

Chiyo gave him a blank look. “The love interest, Yuu. She was literally the second most important character in the entire movie.”

“Oh yeah. Anyways, you know what was super awesome? That car chase scene!” He pointed at her, eyes twinkling. “The way Justin was swerving around on the streets while the protagonist shot that giant rocket launcher at the bad guys? Man, that was awesome!”

“Yeah, I know. You were yelling the entire time,” Chiyo said dryly. “You know, that’s fine when we’re at home and everything. But you probably shouldn’t do that when we’re out in public. People in the theater were giving you dirty looks.”

“Were they?”

Chiyo sighed. “Just… try to be more mindful of others, okay?”

Nishinoya nodded, scoping another spoonful of shaved ice into his mouth. “Mm, this is really good. You want some?”

“Yeah, sure-” Chiyo was about to take the plastic spoon from him when she abruptly stopped and pulled her hand away. “Um, actually nevermind. I’m okay.”

“Hm?” Nishinoya gave her a confused look. “You can have a bite, you know? I don’t mind.”

“Nope, I’m okay! You can have it!” She turned away, face flushed a brilliant red that almost matched her hair under the bright summer sun.

Nishinoya peered down at the blue shaved ice drenched in soda-flavored syrup, curious as to what she could be so embarrassed about. It definitely wasn’t the flavor, he’s seen her eat soda-flavored popsicles before. Heck, that’s all he’s ever bought and she never said a word about it. He twiddled with the plastic spoon, wondering what it could be when the thought struck him.

“Chiyo,” he hummed in amusement. “Don’t tell me you’re getting all embarrassed over an indirect kiss.”

Chiyo jumped midstep before slowly glaring back at him.

“S-So what if I am?” She murmured just loud enough for him to hear and Nishinoya felt like his heart was about to explode.

“Aw, come on,” he waved a spoonful in front of her face. “I know you want a bite. Shaved ice is what summer’s all about!”

Nishinoya had a hard time hiding his lovestruck smile, watching as Chiyo’s dark blue eyes darted back and forth, following the frozen treat like a curious kitten. Eventually, she got fed up with his teasing and caught the spoon in her mouth, eating the shaved ice with puffed out cheeks.

“Happy?” She asked after swallowing and Nishinoya couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah,” he said, taking another bite. “Super happy.”

“Oh, this one is good too,” Nishinoya pointed to another manga spine. He pulled it down and passed it to Chiyo who began flipping through. “It’s a spin-off of a different manga I’ve read. But honestly this one is a lot better. And you don’t even need to read the original to understand what’s going on, so I recommend you give it a shot.”

Chiyo hummed. “The art is pretty.”

“It also has some sci-fi elements,” Nishinoya pointed to a giant laser beam firing out of the protagonists’ finger. “Which I know you like.”

“Really, trying to sell it, hm?” Chiyo briefly glanced at him. “Alright, I’ll read it.”

“Nice!” He mentally high-fived himself. “Let me know what you think, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Chiyo began walking towards the cashier when she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. “Oh, the new Shonen Jump magazine.”

“Is it out already?” Nishinoya followed her gaze, spotting an unfamiliar cover. “Crap, I forgot to buy it.”

“I guess that means you haven’t read the new One Piece chapter, right?” Chiyo smirked and Nishinoya immediately shook his head.

“No, I haven’t! And don’t spoil anything!”

“I know, I know,” she mused. “I’m not you. I don’t spoil stories and ruin other people’s enjoyment of them.”

“Hey, that’s not true! I’ve literally never done that before.”

“You spoiled what happened to Jiraiya to the entire class on the day that chapter came out!” Chiyo reminded him, still sounding somewhat bitter about the incident. “Honoka was actually about to kill you for that.”

Nishinoya looked away. “Really? I don’t remember that at all.”

That was a lie. He remembered that day like it was yesterday. He was talking about the latest Naruto chapter with his friends when his excitement led him to shout a bit too loud. Next thing he knew, he was being chased around the classroom by his classmates carrying pencils like pitchforks.

“Speaking of Okazaki, how’s she doing these days?”

“She’s okay,” Chiyo shrugged. “She always calls me up at like midnight, complaining about how hard the homework at Johzenji is. I think we’re planning on going out for lunch next week.”

“Oh, tell her I said hi.”

Chiyo gave a nod in acknowledgment before reaching for the Shonen Jump magazine. “Come on, let’s go.”

“Wait, I thought you already have a copy of that edition,” Nishinoya asked, hurrying to catch up with the red-head at the checkout line. “Why are you buying another one?”

“It’s for you,” she said, trying to make her voice sound as natural as possible. “What? You haven’t bought yours yet, right?”

“No, I haven’t,” he shook his head and Chiyo shrugged.

“Then I’ll buy it for you. Consider it a gift.”

Nishinoya released his hands from the wheel, letting out a loud cheer as his car crossed the finish line on the arcade screen. He then glanced over at Chiyo, who was still struggling to round corners without crashing into the walls.

“You know, maybe you should avoid getting a license when we turn 18.”

After leaving the bookstore and wandering around the shopping district for a little while longer, the two of them passed by an arcade, of which Nishinoya immediately dragged Chiyo into.

“Shut up!”

Frustrated, Chiyo stomped on the gas pedal, only to ram headfirst into another corner. Nishinoya keeled over laughing.

“Need help?”

“No!” She tightened her grip on the wheel. “Just watch me, I’ll finish this race in under two minutes!”

And so, two minutes and a ton of laughing, shouting and bickering later, Chiyo’s car finally inched across the finish line.

“Finally,” she staggered out of the seat with a groan while Nishinoya patted her on the back.

“Good work,” he snickered. “You know, I didn’t think you’d be so bad at video games.”

Disgruntled, Chiyo abruptly snapped her head around. “I’m not bad at video games,” she glared at him. “That wheel was just weird. It was probably broken or something. And um… these bandages! They make it hard to drive!”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh. Keep making excuses.”

Chiyo pouted at his chaff response. She looked around the arcade, quickly narrowing in on a two-person shooter. “There,” she pointed at the machine. “Let’s play that!”

“Alright,” Nishinoya pulled out an arcade token, flipping it in the air before catching it with a cheeky grin. “Game on!”

“Man, I’m beat,” Stretching an arm up towards the vermillion sky, Nishinoya let out a loud yawn before slumping back into the park bench.

After a few rounds of shooter games, air hockey, then finally spending the rest of their tokens on those obviously-a-scam claw machines, the two made their way to a local park near the bus stop to rest. Chiyo handed him a bottle of soda, to which he gratefully accepted.

“Me too. We did a lot of walking today,” she said, taking a seat beside him.

As he pulled the can tab open, Nishinoya glanced over, studying Chiyo’s silhouette against the orange and gold stretches of light. He watched as she snapped open her oolong tea and took a sip.

“Hey, Chiyo?”

She met his gaze with a hum.

“Why’d you call me out today?”

The echoes of a crow squawking could be heard in the distance. Nishinoya watched as Chiyo’s lips parted slightly before pressing shut. She looked away.

“Did you have fun?” She murmured.

“Huh?” Nishinoya was taken off guard by her question. “Yeah, of course I did! You know I love spending time with you!”

There was a soft smile on Chiyo’s face as she took another sip of her tea. “That’s good then,” she shuffled a little in her spot before taking a deep breath. “I just… I wanted to cheer you up,” she spoke just loud enough for him to hear.

“You haven’t been yourself after Interhighs,” she said, absently tracing the indents of the plastic bottle. “I know that match meant a lot to you guys, and you came really close to winning. So I wanted to take you out on a… hangout, to… get your mind off things…" She seemed to grow more embarrassed the more she spoke, eventually turning away from him completely with her cheeks flushed red.

Nishinoya felt his stomach flutter.

“Can I hug you?” He blurted out and Chiyo blinked in confusion.

“What?”

“I’m taking that as a yes.”

Then, without another word, he pulled her into the biggest hug his smaller stature could manage.

“Wait-! Yuu!” Chiyo struggled, her chin lodged snugly in the crook of his neck. “Let go of me!”

“Nu-uh!” He nuzzled her hair with a bright laugh. “There’s no way I’m letting someone so precious go!”

Eventually, after lots of prying and smacking his arm, Chiyo finally managed to break free of his grasp.

“Jeez,” she grumbled, smoothing out the wrinkles in her sundress. “Watch what you’re doing next time. We’re in public, remember?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Nishinoya chuckled, though his tone suggested that he wasn’t apologetic at all. He helped her smooth out her hair before leaning back on the park bench. “Thanks for worrying about me.”

Chiyo huffed. “So? How’s the rest of your team taking the loss?”

“They’re fine,” Nishinoya took a drink of his soda. “We’re aiming for the Spring Tournament now. Oh, and the third-years decided to stay on the team, believe it or not.”

“Really? Even with college entrance exams?”

Nishinoya nodded. “First-round preliminaries are in August, so we’re gonna be busy,” he then peered up at the passing clouds with a smile. “Honestly, I’m really glad they stayed. I really wanna try getting to nationals with the team we have now.”

“You will,” Chiyo assured him. “They have you on the team after all.”

She was about to say something else when a thought seemed to strike her. “Oh, that’s right!” Turning to her tote, she pulled out a small gift bag and handed it to him. “Here, this is for you.”

Nishinoya took the gift bag with two hands, surprised to be receiving more on top of the already eventful day they shared. “Can I open it?” He asked excitedly and Chiyo nodded.

“Go ahead.”

He reached a hand in, pushing past the colorful tissue paper and brushing against something hard. Curious, he pulled it out to find himself holding a very familiar looking silver Nintendo DS.

His eyes widened.

“I know you said not to worry about it,” she folded her hands over her lap. “But I fixed it up for you regardless.”

That Nintendo DS was originally Nishinoya’s. It was something he often brought over to the Amari residence to let Hotaru and Kaito play on. But about a week ago, right before interhighs, the two got into a fight over who got to clear the boss level and managed to break the handheld device by ripping the top half clean off.

Chiyo was very apologetic and even offered to pay for a replacement, but Nishinoya didn’t really care. Sure, it was a gift from his parents when he graduated elementary school. But he never held it with much sentimental value. He didn’t see either of them very much anyway, so it might as well have been a gift from a distant aunt and uncle.

But now, holding the device in his hands, he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it.

“I bought the replacement parts from the shop. My boss gave me some pretty good advice on how to link everything back together,” Chiyo continued to explain, completely unaware of the emotions bubbling inside his stomach. “But we couldn’t find a new shell since the model is so old, so I had to super glue it back together. I tried to put some epoxy clay between the spaces but it was too tight and wouldn’t close properly. So I just got rid of it.”

He ghosted a finger across the still visible cracks on the hinge, traces of dried glue still lingering here and there. He glanced at Chiyo, watching as she fidgeted with her bandages, waiting anxiously on his response.

It then hit him that the bandages on her fingers were probably a result of her poking around with the inner workings of the DS.

Suddenly, he felt something lodge in the back of his throat.

“Chiyo.”

“Y-Yes?” Her hands instinctively clenched on her dress.

“I’m gonna hug you.”

“Wha-?! Again?” Chiyo was about to protest, but she held her tongue when she met his honest gaze. She pursed her lips, then slowly opened her arms.

“Okay.”

Nishinoya took the opportunity as soon as it presented itself, burying his face into the crook of her neck with a tender smile.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” there was something faint in his voice. Though whether it was a laugh or sniffle, even Nishinoya himself didn’t know.

On the bus ride home, Nishinoya couldn’t stop toying with the DS, repeatedly opening and closing it to see if it really worked like it used to. From what he could tell, Chiyo did a good job at putting everything back together.

He always knew she was somewhat handy. Being the caretaker of two children meant she often had to repair her sibling’s electronics or toys whenever they broke. But as far as he knew, this was her first time working with something so complex.

As he gently closed the handheld console for what was probably the sixth time that ride, he felt a sudden thump on his shoulder. He looked to his side, surprised to find Chiyo fast asleep.

His eyes flickered down to her hands. And all he could imagine at that moment was Chiyo burning the midnight oil, single-mindedly tinkering with his DS. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

A strand of red hair fell in front of her face, brushing against her nose. Nishinoya gingerly reached down to tuck it behind her ear.

“I like you, Chiyo,” he whispered. “I like you a lot.”

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Other woman pt.3

"You said it'll be ready in 30 minutes?" Reiterating what was previous said as his concentration was focused on scrolling through his Twitter feed.

"Yes,sir! May I have a name for the order?" The waitress on the other line had asked.

"its for suna rintarou. Uhuh,yeah.thanks." the loud beeps of the phone plays in his ear and he sighs and walks to get his hoodie.

Walking back afterwards to kitchen while Passing by a dirty pile of dishes in the sink only to open up an empty fridge despite a few bottles of alcohol and one or two waters scattered on different levels of the shelves.

He twisted the cap off chugging the water like a man quenched with thirst in a dry desert. The cold splash of the water hits inside his stomach making it grumble.

The feeling makes him reminisce of what he had given up. A Table full of warmly made food despite Ria's busy schedule giving him a kiss on the lips as she sits across from him and they talk and joke about their day. Now it sits in the dark with blanket of dust on it and empty with just two chairs that are never sat on anymore.

He taps the tips of his shoes on the ground to get his heel in. It's something use always did and it became a habit for him after spending time with you so long.

That's what these days for him consisted of now. mostly training. Think of you both. Home.think of you both. takeout. Think of you both. Sleep. Dreaming of you both. Repeat. After Ria had walked out he never heard from her again until he got divorce papers served a month after the ordeal. In a state of anger he had called your number and left an angry voicemail he wish he hadn't. He knows you didn't mean to be a homewrecker. You were kept in the dark as he wanted just like everyone else. The twins always just wrote it off as suna being suna. Just like he wanted. But in that moment he couldn't stop himself from his unreasonable. He was blaming you. Eventhough it was himself he hated more for losing the woman that stuck by him. The words he had spoken to were meant to hurt you in the moment and from the punch Atsumu had laid on him he could tell it accomplished what he wanted it to do.

Atsumu and him got suspended by the coach for a few days after that. Suna spent it mostly trying to reason with Ria who had blocked his number after the first 10 calls back to back. He spent it mostly blaming you for thay unpredictable call but the feeling becoming fruitless as his conscious takes over his reasoning.’

He had listened to the voicemail again a few days later and cringed at the harsh tone of speech he had used. Regretting what was said,he never attempted to talk to you to apologize a part of him still placing all blame on you.

He shakes his mind from his thoughts as he pulls into a parking space. This is one of the places he had planned to take you to a week before everything happened.

It was fairly busy but not as it usually was. He had walked to the hostess desk and asked for his order.

“It’ll be ready for another…10 minutes give or take.” She said and he nodded as a response. He could see her lips purse together as she wants to say something. The pen in her hand fidgets towards him and he puts it together.

“Do you want an autograph?” He asked and the blush takes over her face.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother. You’re just like my dad’s #1. We watch your every game.” Suna slips the pen from her grasp and one of the spare napkins on the side of the cash register. He smoothly writes his names on it and hands it back to her.

“Thank you.” She scatters off to get his food before he could even give a response to her. Laying on a near by wall he goes back to his focus on his phone texting a few people and reading articles that contained his name name. By coincidence an article written about some famous basketball team was in there and as he read it through it he couldn’t help but admire the pictures that were taken. He couldn’t hold back his shock seeing your name as the hold the place of photographer.

Come to think of it ,he never asked what you did for work. He never asked about much about you to be fair. He didn’t really want to know about your life long as you stayed pretty and by his side when he wanted you to be.

You were so different than Ria so naive and easy to manipulate. Just a simple girl from the country side that he could tell a few sweet nothings too and she would forget anything.

His head shoots up from his phone when he catches what he makes out to be your laughter over the tables of people conversing.

Searching the crowd to see if it was just his mind playing with him only to spot you in a simple purple dress.

You were on your phone while the seat in front of you was empty. He saw it as an opportunity to walk over.

“Yes, you have to go to bed. It’s almost 11 be glad you guys stayed up THAT long.” He over hears you.

Coming to a full stop in front of you he takes all of you. Your face slightly fuller from before while your body is more chubbier than before. The dress is doing nothing more than complementing your newly given figure. Your make up adding to the beauty of your face makes it to were he can’t take his eyes of you.

Feeling his burning stare on your person. You meet his eyes and you’re both stuck in a staring contest for a minute before you purse your lips together and scowl as you silently talk into the phone.

Not seeming to get the hint he comes to sit in the empty chair.

You scoff at his audacity, “excuse me? Someone is sitting there.”

“I don’t see anyone. Besides I just want to talk with you.” He reasons and you place your phone face down lift and quirk an eyebrow up.

“Well sorry if I don’t want to talk to someone who had a whole marriage going on when he started to date me! How do you just keep hat a secret from everyone? I thought Atsumu and osamu were yer best friends? I should kick yer ass for hurting them.“ talking as if he cheated on them and not you.

“i just wanted it to be a secret. I didnt need the paparazzi on my ass about every little outing i had with ria.“ suna says as if it was a logically reson.

“no your ass just wanted to cheat in secret without the world knowing how big of an asshole you were.“ spitting back and he held up his hands in defense.

“listen, im just trying to talk. Its been 2 years an-“

“and last time i checked you said all you wanted 2 years ago over a voicemail. Let me try to remember those words exactly. Hmmm,“ you pretend to think for a moment before snapping,“ wasn't along the lines of ' you ruined my fucking marriage. I wish i never met you and you were nothing more than a easy lay that would come running whenever i called.’ that was word for word ,right?“ tucking your hands under your chin waiting for him to confirm it and he hangs his head in shame.

He got drunk two weeks after the divorced finalized and went on a stupar taking his anger out on you the ghost feeling of the punch that he was left with had risen.

“I wanted to apologize. I just couldn’t find the right words.”

“Right words? There are no right words for what you fucking told me. ‘An easy lay who came running when you called’ that’s all I was too you. My love meant nothing. what I thought we shared meant truly jack to you,” he could see the whites of your eyes turn a ting red and you dab the water lines of your eyes so it didn’t ruin your eyeliner, “do you even know what I went through? The stress you had put me under when when I was still carrying my babies. I was hospitalized for two months or I could’ve lost them but you didn’t care. You only cared about blaming your mistake on others.”

“Babies? You had multiple?” He slumped down in his chair

“two of the most beautiful girls.“

Silence ovee took the table and suddenly the lights of the restutrant turned off and workers came out with candles lighting the place some placing one on random peoples table and the rest coming towards you.

placing three candles around the table while the rest of the workers go into a form a line letting the waiter that was serving you that evening through with a cake.

Shaped into a heart with the words ,“ will you marry me?“ on it with a ring box sitting open to show a diamond ring.

You sputter out of embarrsment, “i think you might have the wrong table.“ you laugh the situation off and the lights of the resturant come back on as the diners and workers look around in confusion waiting for someone to speak up.

Heels click in a a quick panic on the ground as a tall woman tries to catch her breathe and composure while coming up to your table, “That was actually meant for me to ask you.“ she smiles sheepishly and folds her arms over one another while looking at the male figure whos gawking at her newly founded presence, “but this is quite the surprise too.”

“Ria?” He says silently.

An//: ʕ •̀ ω •́ ʔ SURPRISE SHAWTY! ria and you make such a cute couple <3 the next part will be the final part to the series. What words are going to be said?

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