#inarizaki fanfic

[creative-crybaby]

Photogenic

PAIRING: timeskip!Rintarou Suna x fem!reader x timeskip!Miya Osamu

GENRE: smut (18+)

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome (polyamorous), fingering, oral (m receiving), double penetration, mlm relationship, handjobs, cum eating, creampie, voyeurism, consensual photo taking, praise kink, edging

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

SUMMARY: You and your lovers get creative with your home screens. All characters are 18+

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

Your lock screens are of three separate occasions.

Osamu’s is of you and Suna at Onigiri Miya. The shop owner’s hard work has finally paid off, and his store grew in popularity. You and the middle blocker popped by to celebrate the milestone, bringing a bouquet of amaryllis and some sweets for you three to share after closing. Your onigiri was on the house, and the two of you took advantage of the younger Miya’s generosity, munching away on various onigiri on the stools near the counter. The photo consists of you stuffing a half-eaten umeboshi into your mouth while the middle blocker swipes a grain of rice off your cheek.

Suna’s lock screen is of Osamu with his arm around your shoulder, the two of you sporting his jersey number. Your appearance shocked the middle blocker, as his upcoming match would’ve been on the other side of the country, and he was sure you two would be too busy to watch him play. You surprised him with front-row seats, cheering as loud as you two could and quickly gaining his attention during the first set. After winning the match, you hastily made your way to congratulate Suna, dragging Osamu with you. The brunet showed his gratitude by commenting on how ridiculous you two looked, opting to take photos as you happily posed. 

Meanwhile, your lock screen consists of your lovers in an art museum. A date you planned out, you lead the way for them, explaining everything you knew about every painting and sculpture as if they couldn’t just read about them there. A particular painting that caught both of their attention convinced you to get them to pose for a photo. They eventually agreed, resting their chins on their fists while pursing their lips and furrowing their brows, as if trying to understand the artwork’s meaning. 

Your home screens, however, were taken on the same evening.

It was all Suna’s idea, having gotten inspiration from scrolling through his camera roll. Osamu initially worried about others potentially catching a glimpse. To you, though, the opportunity dished itself out on a silver platter, and your very clear interest had his concern withering away.

Several minutes after the proposal, you three were in your bedroom, having already gone through with messy kisses and teasing bites as you stripped each other bare. It all happened so quickly that it made your head spin. 

Now, you were settled between Suna’s muscular legs as he laid against the headboard, and it only got more difficult to think straight. 

“Eyes up, bunny,” he hummed lazily. You obeyed, albeit shyly, and were greeted by your other lover prompted on the little loveseat near the foot of the bed, his dark eyes zeroed in on your spread legs as he aimed his phone at the display. The middle blocker brushed his nose against your shoulder. “Having second thoughts?”

“No,” you were quick to respond, taking a moment to breathe before opening your legs wider. You could feel his smile against your skin as he buried his face in the junction of your neck, his hand creeping down your body and between your thighs. 

“Focus on the camera if you want a good pic,” Suna smirked, peering at the other male. 

The latter scoffed, though there was no real malice behind it. “Easier said than done.”

And he was right, what with the leaking of your essence teasing his thoughts and luring his eagerness. The shop owner had half a mind to throw the phone away and have at it with both his lovers. 

Instead, the younger Miya twin gulped as he steadied his hold on the device, his eyes squinting to keep focus as Suna easily slid a finger inside your sopping hole. The two men smirked at your mewling, and it was more than enough for the middle blocker to set a languid pace. Neither of them missed your hips snapping up to meet the excruciatingly slow rhythm, though it only made the brunet tighten his hold on your legs.

“Behave,” he tutted, pulling out momentarily to lightly tap your clit. You jolted with a silent cry, tears blanketing your waterline. “Photo or no photo, we gotta stretch you out first.”

Despite your hazy vision, you still caught sight of your other lover with his hand sliding down to his crotch, lazily palming himself at the display before him. It made your cunt clench, and you had to refrain from burying your face in Suna’s neck. 

After what felt like far more than a few seconds, the athlete hummed in satisfaction before sliding back inside your pussy, this time, with two digits. With how long they are, it’s no surprise they reached your sweet spot as easily as they did. It’s how they curled just right, however, that made you gasp. The steady beats of him probing where you needed it forced you to hold still, fearing he’d stop again. 

“Any day now,” Suna drawled, his gaze trailing up to his former teammate as he continued creating the squelching noises between your legs. The sounds only grew louder as he added to his speed and force, his palm making contact with your clit as he brought his lips to your ear. “Gonna sit still and look pretty, won’t you, bunny?”

You could only whimper your confirmation as the pleasure provided occupied the majority of your thoughts. With your gaze shielded by a mist, you could hardly see Osamu merely a few feet away from you. Then again, part of you was grateful; being able to properly see the camera aimed at your naked frame would just about make you explode, especially knowing that thousands of pixels would keep this moment alive. 

Your attempts didn’t seem to be enough, however, as you felt another rough hand on your skin—this time, cupping your chin, a calloused thumb pushing past your quivering lips and forcing your mouth open. Your tongue twitched against the digit, a whine slipping out as your body grew warmer.

The snapshots, as subtle as they were, weren’t quiet enough for your ears to miss. Your eyes tingled as tears teased their downfall, working alongside your dizziness as the middle blocker continued his assault.

What finally made you let out a cry was not your long-awaited orgasm, but the feeling of emptiness following the disappearing pleasure. 

Suna’s chuckle felt downright cruel after having removed his fingers from inside you, the bubbling in your lower abdomen simmering away. 

“Noooo,” you whined, your voice quivering as you threw your head back to rest on the middle blocker’s shoulder. 

“Patience, bunny.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, and you could feel the smirk against your skin. “Once we’re all done here, we’ll keep making you cum until you pass out. Now,” the brunet pats your thigh, slowly slipping past you as he and his former teammate trade places, “do your best for the next pic, ‘kay?”

The last part sent heat straight to your face as Osamu chuckled at your state, the ravenette swiftly removing his boxers before throwing them elsewhere in the room and settling onto the edge of the bed. You crawled toward his large frame, and he grabbed your chin to pull you into a sweet kiss, humming into your mouth. By the time you separated, Suna had his phone ready to capture a moment of your intimacy.

“Ready, angel?” asked the younger twin, his large hand caressing your face. The spreading of his muscular thighs was a subtle movement, but it was enough to make your eyes dart downwards, catching sight of his hard and heavy cock dribbling precum from the slit. 

Saliva pooled onto your tongue as you nodded mindlessly, swallowing heavily before dropping to the shaft’s level. 

Laying on your side in a fetal position wasn’t the most comfortable way for you to take your lover in your mouth, but there weren’t many options for you to do so while having your face visible to Suna’s phone. You instead decided to distract yourself by doing an extra good job for Osamu, who exhaled shakily as you offered kitten licks to his tip.

“Good girl,” he sighed, his head tilting to the side as his dark eyes watched you. Those two words were more than enough to keep you going, your mouth taking more of his thick cock as your tongue danced across a prominent vein. The action earned you a guttural moan from him, and your other lover cursed under his breath. With their sounds sending heat straight to your cunt, your eyes trailed to the athlete on the loveseat. He caught your gaze, seemingly understanding your silent message as he better focused his device on you before you took a deep breath from your nose. 

You must have gagged before the tip hit the back of your throat, you were sure. Drool oozed down Osamu’s cock the more of it you took, further stretching your lips as you aimed for your goal of reaching his base. You almost didn’t hear the snapping of photos as you continued your struggle, but it wasn’t until the former wing spiker bucked his hips and forced your eyes to roll to the back of your head that you knew Suna got plenty of material. 

“All right,” he drawled, admiring the display through the camera. “That’s enough for now.”

You whined, the vibrations making Osamu hiss before you slowly slipped him out of your mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected his tip to your bottom lip, and he broke that bridge by pulling you back into another steamy kiss. It was short, allowing you room to catch your breath while your lover peered at the other. 

“Didn’t have t’edge me just ‘cause ya did the same for her, ya know,” the Miya twin grunted, his thick brows somewhat furrowed. Suna only offered a nonchalant shrug before smirking, his features growing more fox-like. 

“Patience is a virtue, ya know.” There was a light taunt in the athlete’s impression of a Kansai accent as he placed his phone on the nightstand, making his male lover huff. 

“Yer one to talk.”

The slight bickering ceased once the brunet joined you on the bed, his sharp eyes scanning your face for discomfort. 

“How’re you feeling, bunny?” His tone dropped to something much softer, his hand cradling your face while his thumb swiped some precum from the corner of your swollen lips. “Wanna keep going?”

Your eyes glazed over with affection as you stared at him with a smile. “Yeah.”

Both men copied your expression, each holding one of your hands for comfort. It wasn’t long until the middle blocker’s softness morphed into a more mischievous one.

“Well, now it’s our turn to pose,” he said, pulling back to stand straight and hook his thumbs under his boxer’s waistband. “Consider it your break before we get to the real deal.”

A shot of energy surged through your veins at the implications, and you got up from your spot on the mattress to grab your phone, wobbling as you did so. Osamu, luckily, had his arms out, ready to catch you should you fall. He made sure you got to the loveseat safely. 

Once you were settled, Suna was fully nude, erect cock free of its restraints as it occasionally twitched. The athlete made himself comfortable looming over his boyfriend, resting his hands on the other’s shoulders. 

Osamu’s eyes remained on you as he held onto the brunet’s waist. “Whaddya want us t’do, sweetheart?”

You hadn’t thought that far ahead. To be honest, you were more focused on the sexual activities themselves than the photography aspect, and your lips pursed as you pondered. 

“Surprise me,” you answered somewhat sheepishly, not wanting to spend too much time coming up with ideas. “I’m sure you’ll both look great regardless.”

Your response earned you a grin from the former athlete and an amused hum from the current one before they faced each other and leaned in for a kiss. You almost forgot about the phone in your hand as you watched your lovers moan into each other’s mouths, pressing their lips harder together as they embraced. Suna climbed onto the bed, pushing Osamu further back to make room for himself without disconnecting. 

Every moment between them was picture-perfect, but you couldn’t find it in you to snap a photo, afraid of missing even a second of their love. You especially couldn’t peel your eyes away when the younger twin brought both cocks together, languidly jerking them together while the brunet bucked his hips in tandem. 

Take the damn photo.

Easier said than done when your eyes were stuck on a masterpiece with your thumb refusing to move from its spot above the button. Both men progressed their sloppy makeout session as Suna pushed Osamu to lay on the mattress, strong thighs on top of strong thighs as the roll of their hips became more apparent. 

“Take as many photos as you want, bunny.” His focus remained on the lover below him, but the middle blocker’s words were obviously for you. 

“I can do this all day,” the ravenette chimed with shallow breaths. Strangely enough, they managed to snap you back from whatever lustful heaven you were floating in to get you to take their photo. Multiple photos at that, your finger pressing the button with barely one-second intervals in between to make sure nothing came out blurry. Even once you stopped, your boyfriends’ pace didn’t falter.

“Got it?” Suna hummed, his eyes even more narrow than usual as he focused on his pleasure. 

“I think so,” you breathed, leaving your phone on the loveseat before leaning towards your partners. Your home screen can wait. “Can I join now?”

The whine in your voice made Osamu chuckle, only cutting himself off with a groan when the brunet’s hips halted. The shop owner reached his arm out to you. “C’mere.”

You quickly crawled towards him, your head swooping down to press your lips against his with a keen. Suna sighed at the sight, his body no longer pressed against the other male as he lightly pumped his cock at the display before him. 

Without breaking the kiss, the ravenette flipped your body to have you on your back, the middle blocker aiding by slipping a pillow under your head. Even with the two no longer playing volleyball together, they still know how to work as a team. 

You were breathless, but you didn’t dare pull away as Osamu slid his tongue into your mouth, toying with yours as he shifted between your legs. The bed dipped near your head, a pair of muscular thighs trapping you between them. From your peripherals, you could see Suna peering down at you with hooded lids and a smirk, his cock back at full mast and close to your face. 

The air finally found its home in your lungs when the kiss ended, though you had little time to catch your breath before the brunet tapped your swollen lips with his tip. A smile pulled at the corners of your mouth, and you panted as you eagerly took him down your throat. With a drawn-out moan, you were quick to cover as much of his shaft as possible with your saliva, your tongue swirling around the girth. 

Meanwhile, Osamu had his tip aiming at your cunt, tapping at your clit before slowly diving into your dripping pussy. You gagged the further he stretched you out, leading to a chain reaction of Suna groaning at the vibrations dancing along his dick. You gripped onto the middle blocker’s thighs for support, digging your nails into his skin as your other lover’s navel reached yours. You couldn’t help but shiver as he decided to remind you of his size by pressing a large hand down on your lower belly.

“Ya feel that, pretty girl?” he rasped, his thumb caressing your skin. You could only moan, your mouth still full as Suna thrusted softly into your throat.

“You trying to make me cum early?” he huffed lowly, his fingers mindlessly tracing your throat. You whimpered an apology, not that you could do much else. 

“Cut her some slack,” Osamu hummed, beginning to thrust languidly. His hands slid up your body, finding your breasts and toying with your nipples with a half-smile. “She can’t help it if she’s good at takin’ cock.”

His comment brought heat to your face, though it only encouraged you to take more of Suna’s shaft into your mouth and hollow your cheeks. The action earned you a groan from the athlete, followed by him mumbling, “Can’t argue with that,” under his breath.

It wasn’t long until your lovers quickened their pace, Osamu’s dick finding your sweet spot while Suna’s hit the back of your throat. Even through your intense gagging and squelching, you could hear the sound of lips smacking and deep moans. From your position, you couldn’t watch your lovers exchange acts of lust, but with them connecting their bodies through yours, you supposed you couldn’t complain. 

You felt your legs lift off the duvet and onto broad shoulders before the pounding between your thighs grew in intensity. Your cries remained muffled, and it wasn’t many seconds later until the middle blocker stilled above you, spilling hot ropes of semen into your mouth. You did your best to swallow it all, careful not to choke on the quantity and girth as it just kept coming. You wouldn’t be surprised if his thighs were bleeding from how deeply you were digging your nails into them, though Suna’s voiced many times before how he loves showing off his marks to anyone who caught sight of them in the locker room. 

Osamu only momentarily slowed his pace to allow his male lover to slide out of your mouth, his hands caressing your legs as you gulped copious amounts of air. It wasn’t until Suna shifted to your side and your breathing regulated that the former wing spiker proceeded with his actions, wrecking your insides like it was his life’s mission.

“Feels so good, princess,” he groaned, his strokes growing sloppy. “‘M so close. Ya gonna let me cum inside, yeah? Fill ya to the brim?”

You nodded your head rapidly, only managing to hiccup in response. Suna chuckled at your state, the athlete reaching for his phone on the nightstand once more and pointing it at where you and Osamu connected.

You weren’t sure where to focus, though with your lover abusing your sweet spot, you supposed the decision was already made for you. Then, Suna decided to help by rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit, and your back arched off the mattress. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came, your voice trapped in your raw throat as your pussy convulsed around your boyfriend’s thick cock.

“Shit!” you heard Osamu hiss. “Shitshitshitshit—”

He joined you moments later, doing exactly what he asked and emptied every drop his balls had to offer. The warmth spilling inside you brought your voice back, and you slurred both your lovers’ names as your orgasm continued to attack your body.  

You dropped onto the mattress as soon as it ended, panting heavily as you tried to get the room to stop spinning. Osamu pulled out, and you caught sight of Suna aiming his phone at your spent cunt, a smile creeping onto his face as the former’s cum seeped out of your hole.

Everything was a blur. 

You could only pout at your screen as you swiped through each photo you took, none of them sharp enough to use as a home screen. You supposed you shouldn’t be surprised, having been more focused on the display than capturing it. 

“What’s up?” Osamu asked, peeking at you from the corner of his eye. His phone was in his hand, his attention no longer on the device as he pulled you closer into his embrace. 

Suna paused his actions, peering over your shoulder on your other side before grinning. 

“Didn’t get any good pics, huh?” His chuckles made your brows furrow. “Guess we’ll just have to do everything all over again.”

You didn’t miss how his voice dropped an octave at the suggestion, and your face grew warm as Osamu nuzzled his nose into your hair. 

“It’s just one pic,” you grumbled, your thighs subconsciously pressed together. “We can make it quick.”

Suna shook his head, showing you his screen. “You’re not the only one who messed up, bunny.”

Your lips pursed as you swiped through his photos, noticing the similarities of blurriness with your own. You felt a smirk tug at Osamu’s mouth, and your frown deepened. The middle blocker never missed an opportunity to capture a moment on his device; making a mistake–this many, at that–was downright impossible for him. 

Before you could point it out, Osamu was copying his former teammate’s actions, his eyes on your phone while showing you his screen. 

“What a coincidence.” He feigned innocence as you saw his unfocused photos, your eyes widening in realization. You couldn’t even voice your anger, what with their hands creeping up your thighs and the heat pooling in your lower belly. With the knowing look they shared, it was safe to assume they knew how you felt. Osamu moved to your ear. “Strike a pose for us, won’t you?”

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

#fanfic #fanfiction #hq #haikyuu #haikyu #anime #manga #suna rintarou #suna smut #suna x reader #haikyu smut #smut #miya osamu #osamu smut #osamu x reader #inarizaki

[scarletevening]

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 [ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 ]

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐 | 𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 |

cw: suggestive, establish relationship, toys, kinda gn! reader but lowkey fem!reader but j ignore that

notes: double penetration is the act inserting multiple penis'/dildos or a mix of both, into an orifice of a partner.

𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 was always a very straight forward person. never once did he worry about how to say something to you, not because he didn't care, but because he trusts you, he loves you.

so it was no surprise when he brought this up to you,

"w-what?"

your voice squeaks out, mouth ajar as you stare up at him. He had just got out of the shower, washing the sweat from the beating sun of the fields of, leaving you the unbelievably seductive view of your husband.

"I was asking, tonight, or another if thats better for you, could i use a dildo on you as well?"

it was almost like you didn't hear him, your face still as you stare at him, mug and phone in each hand as you buffer through each hand. you couldn't help the curiously that spilled from you lips, inking your sudden words, blurting out your question,

"like-... like- how??"

kita's face looked twisted, smug, arousal, lust, all intermixing in his hazel eyes, glancing down at your finger as his bare figure stepped toward you, the loose towel shifting on his hips. he couldn't stop himself, his hands running down your arms, eyes glazing over your figure like he was staring at his last meal,

"maybe... maybe at the same time i was having you?"

he sighed just as his words ended, almost like he couldn't keep himself together at the idea, as though his mind was already elsewhere,

"maybe... maybe in the same hole.... stretch your little hole out..."

hands trembling by your side, you stared up at his distracted lips, your breath shuddering in awkward pace as his hands rose goosebumps in their wake.

suddenly, his eyes flicked up to meet yours, burning with a dark lust so common in your seemingly innocent husbands eyes,

"so?"

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

kinktober be exhausting me do not expect fics after this shift swear to god :'(. i'm so tired but every time i look at who im writing next i start giggling and kicking my feet so idk what kind of high and fall this is but go off.

༒︎ 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫; 2023 ༒︎

directory

#ao3 #ao3 author #drabble #suggestive #kinktober #kita shinsuke x reader #kita smut #kita x reader #kita x you #kita x y/n #kita shinsuke #inarizaki #kita shinsuke smut #kita shinsuke x you #kita shinsuke x y/n #kita fanfic #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #hq #hq fanfic #hq x reader #hq smut #kinktober 2023 #ktober

[rinnierot]

Hi so my request was scare actor!Suna x fem reader who is going to a haunted house for the first time and they are only not scared for some reason when a certain scare actor starts protecting her from the other scare actors all the while wondering what reader would look like under him

SCREAM ft. suna rintarou

— cw: public sex, oral sex (fem!receiving), orgasm denial bc suna just loves you sm, established relationship with suna, couldn’t be bothered with stranger fuking, i think thats it, nothing crazy at all.

— a/n: i am deeply disappointed in how horrible this came out, i was having serious problems with the plot and this was as good as i could get it (insert sad face). also consider this a late halloween treat, couldn’t get it out on time due to personal issues. i apologize, but enjoy this short mess of a drabble? idek what id call it.

“let’s show everyone how loud you scream for just me, ok?”

suna lazily grinned at you as you stared up at him with pure lust driven eyes, nodding pathetically as he claimed you on a prop surgical table in the middle of a haunted house.

your boyfriend wasn’t one for public sex, but something about your seductive halloween costume you were wearing that night, and the way you were screaming for other scare actors that weren’t him, really got him going.

the mandatory clown paint he had to wear for his temporary scare actor gig, was slowly running off his face from the sweat that collected at the top of his forehead. making him appear so much sexier while his cock bullied your needy pussy.

his thrusts were quick but so sensual and deep, every pump making your toes curl and your breath hitch as you let out incoherent babbles and slurred curses.

you helplessly rutted yourself against his hips, nonverbally begging for more, deeper, and harder but he only slowed down. his large calloused hand resting on your hip while the other pulled himself out of your tight cunt, leaving you spasming around nothing as his hand trailed down your smooth thighs, soon to the side of him as he was now eye to eye with your pussy.

“don’t hold back m’kay? wanna hear all those pretty noises.” he smirked before leaning in closer to your heat, his lips lightly brushing over your clit before wrapping around the bud carefully.

your back arched against the cold metal as your cunt tightened, suna reached up to cup one of your tits, his free hand made its way up to your pussy as his middle finger gently slid into your hole that was practically dripping from his cock earlier.

his tounge glided over every fold, sending you into a pure euphoric state, he really was good at eating pussy. and he knows it too. you can tell by the cocky smile he shoots you when you finally scream out his name, the stimulation really sending you over the edge you wanna cum so bad, but just as you felt your stomach tighten, his tongue comes to a halt.

suna stands, not taking his eyes off of your sloppy wet pussy, glistening from his saliva. he knows how bad he wants to taste all your juices and really have you scream for him, but he just wants to save that for the bed room. when he can really make you scream.

i mean why let his co-workers enjoy your voice that much?

“that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet baby.” his intoxicating eyes travel up every part of your body to meet with your eyes pricking with tears from the sudden denial.

you were deeply confused.

“don’t cry, i promise we’ll finish this all at home. then you can be as loud as you’d like.”

maybe it was a blessing in disguise that suna stopped when he did, you both turn your heads towards the footsteps nearing the hallway you were in. assuming it’d be an actor or a customer, you weren’t sticking around to find out.

#suna x you #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna smut #suna rintarou #suna rintaro #rintarou suna #suna x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu smut #inarizaki #fanfic #haikyuu!!

[princess-of-inarizaki]

That dress looks stunning on you, but I bet it'd look better on our bedroom floor ;)

🦋Miya Atsumu x fem! reader,, trigger warning: suggestive themes/concepts, mentions of sex, implied 18+ (but nothing explicit). [note: characters ARE aged up to their timsekip! selves, and so is the reader—"kid" is merely a term of endearment.]

The MSBY party would be held tonight, and here you were; freaking out over a earring. Atsumu smiled as he waited outside to catch a glimpse of you. “Babe hurry up, yer' making me impatient” but you couldn't respond. Somehow, meeting his teammates, doubled over with the dress (which looked good at the time, but now seemed liked a horrible idea); made your stomach flop.

“Babe? Are ya okay in ther'?” asked Atsumu again, softly. “can you come out?”

Sighing in relief at the small earring hidden underneath your makeup pouch, you fastened it and took a few deep breaths before emerging.

Atsumu thought he had seen an angel, when he saw you walk out from behind the door. With your hair cascading down your bare shoulders, his eyes trailed down to the dress. Oh wow, that dress. It almost knocked the air out of him as he had never seen you in something so beautiful.

As much as the man wanted to gush on about how beautiful you looked, and how lucky he felt; after looking at your worried expression, he knew that'd have to wait.

“Hey kid, c'mere.” Atsumu gently pulled you to his chest, the buttons on his tuxedo grazing against your cheek as he ran his fingers down your hair. “Ya' look beautiful. I know yer' might be worrying about this dress, or meeting my teammates, but I promise everythin'll be fine.”

And somehow, he knew just how to cheer you up. He never minded you being insecure every once in the while, and his arms?? have you ever been held by Miya Atsumu and his impeccably strong arms? because when you spent the next few minutes just you cuddling into him in his tuxedo, as the skirt of your dress cascaded off the bed, all your worries melted away.

Before leaving, he blushed as you nuzzled your face into his neck one last time, and wondered how he had ever gotten so lucky.

“Oh wow, Y/n-san, I'm so glad to finally meet you!” said a owlish looking man. You recognized him, and gave him a small hug. “It's nice to meet you too, Bokuto-san”

Next, a short tangerine haired boy appeared next to you, and smiled sheepishly. He seemed to be jittering nervously as he waited his turn to introduce himself. “Hi y/n-san!! I'm Hinata!! Did you know Tsum Tsum' talks about you a lot?”

You smiled and nodded. “I talk about him a lot too, he makes me very happy.” upon hearing that, Hinata beamed and walked off to talk to Bokuto. Stifling a giggle, you thought of something funny.

Atsumu sauntered up to you, a blush evident on his cheek after hearing what you said to Hinata. “Don't mind them, if Bokkun looks like he's just ingested tonsa' caffeine, Hinata looks like he has coffee pumping through his veins. They're sunshines, though I'll never tell them that! annoying pigs” he said with a small smile. But the adoration he had for his teammates was plain to see.

“Omi-omi kun” Atsumu looked like he had seen a ghost as a tall and handsome man with curly hair peered at you from behind his mask. He nodded at Atsumu before leaving, which left him in a fit of laughter. “Omi's so terrifying, but I'm sure he has a good heart.”

The amount Atsumu respected that man was truly no joke. You smiled at the thought.

As the night progressed, your insecurities about the dress melted away whilst Tsumu' twirled you in his arms, and showed you off to his teammates. After meeting everyone, deep in your heart you knew you liked the "MSBY 4" (as they liked to call themselves) best.

Being quiet, you watched as your boyfriend lit up like a firework amongst his friends. But much like fireworks, they do slowly fall to the earth like sparkling dust when their time is up…

Which was… now?

“Y/n, baby? can we go home?” A tired looking Atsumu saddled up to you with half lidded eyes and a soft smile.

“I thought you’d never ask”

-

“That dress looks stunning on ya” he whispered as soon as you walked into the bedroom “but I’d bet it’d look better on our bedroom floor”

Feeling your cheeks grow hot, atsumu nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses there and deliciously revelling in how warm you felt under his touch.

“Strip, baby. We didn’t come home early for nothing, ya know?”

-

BYEEE haha i’m nineteen this year and more than legal enough to write the most deliciously explicit shit. But you know… when i find the time :’)

Ya girl is doing the toughest course on the planet. Hello A-level girlies. no no. Hello STEM a-level girlies. But you know we’ll get through this :)

Anyways enjoy this draft that i finished after like 3 years. I forgot what hashtags to put so uh yeah please repost i will love you forever and come out from under your beds to kiss you. on the lips. yes.

lots of love, Ari!! <3

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuufanfics #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu hcs #inarizaki #miya atsumu headcanons #miya atsumu one shot #miya atsumu x reader #miya osamu #osamu fanfic #oikawa imagine #haikyuu osamu #miya osamu headcanons #atsumu angst

[shirabaee]

"How can you like my twin...and not me?"

...he doesn't understand. he's in a big confusion and he just can't seem to accept.

"...When I've stayed longer by your side and he never cared less."

... No. He doesn't want to accept. Because he had always wanted you. Ever since the moment you met, till this day in spring, a confession for his twin was what broke his heart.

He wishes. "I wish you loved me too."

—————————————

twins angst 🥰🪦

Not very good writing here ✋😔 =sleepy

#miya twins #miya osamu #miya atsumu #atsumu x y/n #osamu x reader #miya twins x reader #inarizaki #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu #haikyu imagines #haikyuu angst #shirabaee #atsumu angst #osamu angst #inarizaki x reader

[cherxyx]

What They Like Best On You…

Summary: This isn’t to offend anyone or for people to feel as if I’m making them controlling, just simply saying what they think is your signature stuff

Warnings: *ALL OF THEM ARE AGED UP* Spicy, MDI with parts that have these *, body talk, body worship, suggestive, side characters, a lil comparing between the twins in Osamu part, low key put myself in Aran, handjob and marking mentioned in the last one

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒘𝒐. 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆.

𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚* knees just go weak when he sees you in his shirts, specifically his jersey. You wear his jersey with his favorite red-laced panties or his boxers, especially since it’s small on him, but seems to fit you perfectly. Knowing that Atsumu worships his jersey on you, on his birthday you had to surprise the birthday boy with his jersey and lingerie

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 and rings with black nail polish. Suna knew that you were the one when didn't want traditional wedding rings instead you wanted black and red or when you came over to his house and asked to paint his nails. For Suna, a lot of people found it weird that he wears nail polish, but for you It was hot. You loved painting his nails and he adored watching you

𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 unlike his brother he cherishes when you wear his sweats. You enjoyed seeing him in sweats, so you decided to try them on one day now you don’t want to ever take them off. Osamu does get turned on seeing you in his sweats with you showing off your body or your simply just in them

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚 will never understand why you adore fall so much, but he does love seeing you get excited to decorate and go shopping. He does complain often about spending hours and hours in stores, yet he continues with you. His favorite outfits of yours were “Orangie” , “Black Cat”, “I paid for this one”. Kita likes the fashion shows.

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐢𝐣𝐫𝐨 takes a liking to your style. Aran can't tell what your style is, hell even you can't...but he does like trying to guess your style. Aran sucks at doing it but he puts a smile on your smile anytime he does, so you love it. Aran calls it the “Rainbow aesthetic” because he never knows what aesthetic you’re going to go for

𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 (𝐆𝐢𝐧)* adores your nails, definitely when you’re giving him a hand job or marking his back as he rams into you. Gin can never tell your aesthetic when it comes to your nails. It’s getting close to Halloween, so he has been loving your fall/Halloween nails. Gin’s top designs so far are Scream, Nightmare Before Christmas, and Coraline

#haikyuu x y/n #anime #fanfic #haikyuu x self insert #wattpad #reader insert #inarizaki #haikyuu x poc!reader #haikyuu x plus size reader #haikyuu smut #atsumu x you #suna x you #osamu x you #kita x you #aran x you #atsumu smut #ginjima hitoshi #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #halloween

[obamousse]

The tale of the mysterious Tungsten Cube

Kita's parents once promised to buy Kita a gift if he aced a chemistry exam. But they couldn't find any gift chemistry-related, so they bought him a tungsten cube. Kita saw it as a pet, and named it - you guessed it - Tungsten Cube.

The third years in Inarizaki's volleyball team knew of it and had seen it when Kita brought it to school. The second and first years, sadly, could not see it, so any knowledge about Kita-san's first pet was told through Akagi Michinari. He may or may not have included some minor untruths about the pet, like Kita's pet is a live animal. Atsumu thought Kita must have a really cool/cute bird he baby-talks to, and Suna thought he could catch Kita doing it with the pet. No one really knew what the pet was - they had figured Akagi was fibbing them by now, and none of the other third years told them anything.

Until Kita moved house to attend university at the end of the year, and had to pass possession of the cube to someone else. Everyone in the gym thought one of the third years are going to inherit it, but Kita-san said it was a secret.

But no one inherits it. Even on the last day of school, no one is known to receive the mysterious pet.

Until the afternoon.

The second-years hatched a plan to follow Kita-san after school, since he did not walk the usual route home. In fact, it directed to the back of the school where Atsumu and Osamu used to play football with the neighbor kids when they were young.

Kita-san revealed the pet, and there it was.

The Tungsten Cube.

Atsumu was so disappointed it was not a live bird, or a cat, or even a lizard. Suna was too - turns out Kita is still the old, formal Kita. The third years followed behind, laughing at their kouhai's dejected faces.

But no third-year received the cube either.

The person who hereby inherited the Tungsten Cube,

was Akaashi Keiji.

Kita has a wide connections with people he meets at the nationals. Akaashi was visiting his distant relative, so he could meet up with Kita and discuss the adoption of the cube on the way. Akaashi seemed to be interested in the cube - so far, the cube only requires proper cleaning and oiling to ensure no rust. And it's the heaviest element too - an interesting choice of a pet.

Akaashi: Why didn't you give it to Kuroo-san? I'm sure he wants it more. Kita: He already has a Tungsten Cube. He is interested in acquiring a sample of radium, but it's too dangerous to get his hands on.

Akaashi was surprised to find the team hidden behind a nearby bush. Kita full well expected it. The group, from the 1st to 3rd years, are surprised and poignant their captain was leaving them so soon, along with all their senpais, so they had one last hug, even after graduation ceremony has ended and the so-called "last-hugs" were given.

One last official hug, because sometimes, you need the memories.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu headcanons #suna rintarou #miya osamu #miya atsumu #inarizaki #inarizaki second years #inarizaki third years #kita shinsuke #akagi michinari #akaashi keiji #kuroo testuro #fanfiction #maybe #mini fanfic #oneshot #I might upload this on ao3

[sakusafilm]

the way i loved you — miya atsumu

it's 2am and you're cursing atsumu's name, and you're so in love that you act insane.

atsumu x fem!reader, bokuto x fem!reader, love triangle (lol), cursing, fuck buddies, mentions of sex but nothing smut (just for the sake of the fuck buddies narrative), angst (?)

haikyuu boys as taylor swift songs masterlist

© sakusafilm. do not repost.

there are really just some people... who are hard to forget.

and we will never understand why... even after the toxicity, the mixed signals, the chaos— it's still gonna be that person whom we want to see when we go home. we are always willing to compromise, to ask for an apology for something we never did... as long as they are here. as long as it's them.

“thanks for tonight, kotaro.”

bokuto kotaro is a gentleman. opposite of his funny facade, you had a very intelligent talk with him. he talked about science, and you loved it because, well, you love science too. every now and then, he would throw jokes and sometimes, he's effortlessly funny as he interacts with almost everyone he sees.

you enjoyed the date, long story short. the steak was great. the view from the skytree was breathtaking. your date was dashing, you're envied by every woman who saw. it was a night well spent and a second time isn't impossible, so you agreed. you agreed when bokuto asked you if wanted to spend time with him in universal studios osaka.

you were so confident when you nodded at him, with a huge smile on your face. planning out your first itinerary which would be the attack on titan themed park and that stupidly expensive levi ackerman popcorn holder. but once you entered your apartment, dimmed lights and emptiness welcomes you again.

you sat down on the couch quietly, removing your heels and finally letting your feet rest. you feel like passing out in the couch already, yet you never realized how tired you were outside. and this is exactly why you hate being alone. it makes you tired. it's not just being alone, you feel lonely.

you shut your eyes and cursed the air.

fuck you.

fuck you, atsumu miya.

you went out today, meeting a good man who seems so willing to give you the best and then you come home and remember that jerk once again. it's insanity. it's insanity how you allowed him to claim parts of you that no one could ever know. it's insanity how you remember him even in your own home, when he probably doesn't give a fuck about you anymore the moment he walked out last month.

he won't give a fuck. you know.

in his own words, you're just my fuck buddy.

nothing more, nothing less. that's how he sees you. a person of convenience. he will kiss you when he wants to and will drop you when he's done. you're nothing to him. what's worse is you know that you will be discarded sooner or later, and still you're out here, having a hard time forgetting about that man.

in your defense, you didn't know that it would happen. when you agreed to atsumu, you also just agreed because of sex.

you hated his guts, that's why you were so confident that you won't fall in love with him. he's arrogant and egoistic. a lot of times, he thinks that he's the best in the world. he wants people to meet his standards. he was the annoying twin brother between him and osamu miya. he's obsessed with volleyball. he's always shouting.

but atsumu miya... is apparently more than that. he took care of you too—brought you medicines when you're on your period, brought you homemade food and ate dinner with you whenever you're sad. he will throw jokes from time to time, and he would laugh even before throwing it. he loves to color his hair in blonde, blue or even ash gray.

whenever he caresses you, he's always gentle. taking his time, as if you were the most beautiful girl in the world. he would shower you compliments. he would kiss your forehead. intertwining your fingers onto him.

whenever you're skin-to-skin with him, it always felt right. like he's a missing puzzle, like he fits perfectly with you.

you were confused. you don't know if it's just you romanticizing the thought of him, or it's really him trying to be romantic. you got an answer early, though. it was all a lie. or maybe, you were just delusional that you thought atsumu miya likes you.

you opened your eyes and lazily stood up from the couch when someone knocked, combing your long black hair with your fingers and fixing the tight body hugging black dress you wore tonight.

you slowly opened the door, thinking it's just the old lady next door who loves giving you side dishes. but a yellow haired boy stunned you.

wearing a black hoodie from his team, hair is down the his usual styling. hands inside the pocket of his black jeans, atsumu miya returned to you. you can't help but scoff, looking at him from head to toe. you're trying to insult him, but atsumu doesn't allow people to get to him. he doesn't care. he has a thick face. that's exactly why after everything, he still came back.

he looked at you from head to toe as well, “went somewhere?”

“yeah, i came from a date and i'm tired and i don't have the time and luxury to talk with you so fuck off and leave me alone.” you're about to shut the door but atsumu stopped it with his hand, “atsumu, i swear to god.”

“i'm sorry, baby.”

this man. you hate him so much for this. but you hate yourself even more. you hate yourself when your heart fluttered when he started calling you that common ass endearment once again. you hate how easy it is for you to soften when it comes to him.

“let me guess, the sex isn't good.” you scoffed, “i don't want to see you anymore, atsumu.”

“i'm really sorry, baby—” it took so much courage for you to slam the door in front of his face. guilt immediately rushing down through your system after what you did. and you hate that because you should never feel bad at all.

that man insulted you and made you feel like a trash. he's probably just coming back because the new girl cannot stand him anymore.

atsumu can be quite demanding and dominant. he loves to go to random late night drives, waking you up in the middle of the night and pulling you out of your bed with your pajamas on. he loves to buy shoes, so when he does that, he will also make sure to buy you one even if you don't need it. he loves taking you out to dinner dates, giving your bouquet of flowers every damn time that it almost made your apartment a flowershop this one time that he consistently did it. he will do whatever the fuck he wants. he doesn't need anyone's opinion, so you know that it's also not that easy for him to get along with so many people.

yet you were full of consideration and you understood him.

but that's over now... right? right?

“do you have a schedule later?” the next day, bokuto went to the library with you to study. something atsumu and you never did before, you never asked him because you know that he will not love the idea anyway. but here's bokuto, doing simple study dates. less extravagant, but calmer.

“later? none. if i can finish everything right now.” you chuckled, “why?”

“uh...” bokuto hesitated.

“spill it out.” you told him, he chuckled.

“i'm just not sure if you're comfortable going to this like this... but a friend of mine is celebrating his birthday and they're having an open house party later. anyone could go, so...” he smiled at you.

“i don't go to many parties but i could make time, kotaro.” you smiled.

“oh no! you don't have to if you're not comfy, __!” he scratched his nape, “you don't have to force yourself—”

you chuckled, “it's really okay. i also want to have fun.”

bokuto bit his lower lip, trying to stop himself from smiling like an idiot, “well then, i'll fetch you, later?”

you nodded, “sure thing.”

you genuinely enjoy bokuto's company. he has a good sense of humor and is very respectful to you. very opposite of atsumu's unfunny sense of humor and disrespect.

it's been a while since you last went to a house party, or just a party in general. you are scared to see atsumu again. you know he's the type of person to go to every party in town. but since the night he went to see you again, you became pretty confident. you won't take him back, but you would love to see atsumu miya beg. if you ever see him tonight, you won't back down and falter.

you wore a simple white skirt and white tank top, partnered with white balenciaga heels and accessories.

kotaro: what're u wearing?

you: why 🤨

kotaro: so we could match

you were thrilled. you sent a picture of your outfit for the night to him and when you saw him pulling a black and white attire, just perfectly matching your outfit— you felt butterflies floating in your stomach.

atsumu could never. he will be too ashamed to do this, especially with someone who is just a fuck machine to him. this will make him cringe.

“you look beautiful,” you smiled at bokuto while pitying yourself. you never heard that from atsumu in random days. he can only say that to you after you reached your high during sex. he can never whisper that to you during a drive, in the morning after he wakes up, at the library because he never went with you there.

the celebrant's house is huge. they even have a swimming pool, already packed by people you don't know so you have to remind youself to not swim tonight. it's too crowded. bokuto greeted a lot of people and all of them asked about you too.

“i'm courting her,” is all that bokuto could answer in behalf of you.

courting. you really don't believe in the idea of it. before, it just seems like another way to love bomb someone. but tonight, it felt like a compliment. it felt just right. bokuto is charming and endearing, he makes you so comfortable.

“bokuto kotaro, huh?”

in the middle of the party, you tried to search for a comfort room and parted for a bit with bokuto. and while walking through the hallways, you finally saw him.

you tried to snob him, but atsumu reached for your wrist lightly to stop you. you flinch at his touch. it suddenly feels so cold. across the hallway, you can see the time: 2am. once again.

“can you just... listen? you don't have to speak, just listen to me.” it is an understatement to say that you were shocked that he has a calm voice. he sounds different, far from the atsumu you know.

“i'm sorry.” he says, “i don't have an excuse. i was mad and i told all of that to you irresponsibly. i'm really really sorry.”

you don't know what to say because for the first time, you feel like this is a genuine apology from him. your eyes started stinging just by the thought of atsumu lowering his pride for you. you told yourself that you won't falter, that you won't back down, but the only thing you want to do right now is to pull him into a tight hug again.

“i'm really really sorry—”

“i hate you,” you looked at him. atsumu dropped his hand and caught your eyes. he nodded, as if he's already accepting that, “i hate you so much, miya.”

“i know...” he answered.

“i hate how lowly you think of me. i am not your fuck toy. i am not someone that you can just discard when you're done. you're still here, because i allow you, not because you're that great and i don't have the fucking choice!” i told him. he nodded again, “i hate how you don't call me beautiful in random days, i hate how i cannot do matching outfits with you, i hate your corny jokes, i hate your reckless ass, i hate you how you just pull me to bed for a late night drive when i am still in my pajamas. atsumu miya—”

atsumu leaned, giving you a quick kiss. caughting you off guard. it tasted like mint and alcohol. you still remember, you never forgot even for a millisecond. it tasted like toxin that you're willing to take. atsumu miya is a poison to you.

“then i'll do it.” he said, catching his breath as if he's nervous, “i'll match your outfits. i'll be a gentleman. i'll study with you. i'll be funnier. i'll ask you first, your opinions, your thoughts. every fucking thing, baby.”

your lips parted, “you're just drunk, aren't you?”

“kinda wish i am.” he answered, “but i am very much sober tonight.”

“how could you do all of that with your fuck buddy?” you scoffed.

“what the fuck is love? i am still not sure.” he answered, “but when you started making my heart race, when i felt like i fucking want to intertwine my hands to yours every damn time, it scared the fuck out of me. i am a coward, i know. i told you those words because i can't believe that it's actually happening, it sounds lame to me. it sounds uncool and you know how obsessed i am to look cool all the damn time."

you watched how he ranted his frustrations.

“you look beautiful every damn second i see you. you make me want to do the cringiest things, all the corny stuff. you make me want to compromise. to understand. to face my feelings. to stay." atsumu says, “baby,”

it overwhelmed you but you understood how it must be so overwhelming for him too. a boy who doesn't take anything seriously, suddenly feeling a rush of emotion washing through him. an unfamiliar feeling at that.

you are not expert to things like this too. so you chuckled at him. you laughed as he stared at you.

“fool.” you remarked, “do you think i am used to this? do you think that i know better than you about falling in love? i agreed to our set up because i don't want to waste my time hurting for a relationship. and still, i ended up... like that.”

your eyes met his, “baby,”

“bokuto is amazing, you know. he compliments me. he's charming, endearing. he's sensible. everyone wants to be me whenever i'm with him.” you said.

atsumu's eyebrows furrowed at you, “do i look like i care?”

and then you said, “but he's not you.”

slowly, his expression changed. he scoffed and chuckled.

“goddamn, miya, i missed screaming at you, talking and fighting with you all the damn time.” you said, “it's fucking insane. you're insane.”

”we both are.” atsumu says, pulling you close, “the way we love each other is insane... like a rollercoaster rush.”

he's right. and he's the only one you'll love the way you do.

insane.

—

come here bokuto ☹️

#haikyuu!! #atsumu miya #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #msby atsumu #inarizaki #atsumu x you #atsumu angst #miya twins #miya twins au #miya twins x reader #fubu!atsumu #atsumu fluff #atsumu fanfic #haikyuu au #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

[ennoshitas-princess]

The Joker and the Queen

Guys, I am going to make a fanfic about Atsumu Miya x Fem! Reader

Synopsis: Atsumu Miya is the class clown of your class. He would always mess around when the teacher was being serious. You, y/n l/n, are the queen of the class. You get excellent grades, kind to every soul that comes across you, make heads flip over to your direction, the daughter everyone wants to have. What happens when your perfect demeanor collides with the chaotic world of Atsumu Miya?

Warnings: Cursing because the Miya twins are obviously going to cuss each other out from time to time.

This doesn't, and I repeat DOES NOT, go with the manga. This is my original plot. But all the rights go to the rightful owners. OC’s will be included and they belong to me.

Cover was made by me with Piccollage

Pictures are not mine though

Credit to the owners

Click here for the first chapter

#haikyuu!! #reader x character #female reader #inarizaki #haikyuu x you #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfic #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #writers on tumblr #female writers

[rk-tmblr]

Something feels off, Suna can't help but think as he struggles to keep his balance on the crowded train. This morning there are no available seats and he finds himself closer to strangers than he would have liked to. Avoiding their gazes, Suna lets his eyes wander through the thick, plastic-like window. It distorts the colours outside like a dirty lens facing reality, but something not so obvious churns his guts anyway. It's so strange that he's reminded of a movie scene.

The street stretches like charcoal on the ground, the buildings bleed into trees and fallow fields and it's odd the way they're leaving behind white, cotton-candy clouds in the early sky. Rushing toward a big, angry, purple storm feels like an inevitable end. Why didn't he stop this journey the run sooner? He's heading to school, but this weather seems to warn him like a premonition. Suna isn't superstitious, however the thought of a warm blanket and hours spent playing games online sounds so much more inviting. Against his will, he endures the entire trip until his stop: the guilt of the cowardly thoughts proves stronger than his instinct to flee back home, in the end.

It's irrational, Suna knows, but he can't really shake the feeling. And walking under the rain isn't useful to wash it away. Instead his fingers grow numb, his nose and the tips of ears chill and even his supposedly warm clothes fail to provide any comfort. He despises it. As people bustle around him, some bumping into him, others splashing their shoes in the little wet puddles, Suna huddles deeper into the collar of his jacket. The rain pelts down, each drop raising the scent of mud and decaying flowers.

Autumn has arrived suddenly, its unexpected cold seeping unwelcome into his bones. Uneasiness weights heavy on his chest, why is he feeling this way? Still he doesn't let his step falter, forcing himself to keep moving. If he dares to stop, it might as well be forever. So, with his head low, he just decides to take pity on the leaves that have fallen before turning entirely orange, because they don't crunch anymore but squelch annoyingly under his feet.

#fanfiction writer #writercommunity #writerscorner #character analysis #found in drafts #fanfic #bad weather #autumn #bad feeling #uneasiness #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyu #hq #haikyuu fic #hq fic #suna rintarō #suna rintaro #inarizaki

[creative-crybaby]

Cut to the Chase

PAIRING: timeskip!Suna Rintarou x fem!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: fingering, nipple play, light manhandling, masturbation (f), hair-pulling, cum eating, biting, use of bunny once, mating press

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SUMMARY: You really like Suna’s new haircut. All characters are 18+

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

“Are you going to let me in?”

You and Suna stare at each other as he waits at your door. Or rather, his expression appears bored while his eyes show a mix of impatience and confusion as your gaze holds awe.

“All right,” the middle blocker huffs before carefully squeezing past you, “I’ll just…”

Your focus follows him as the athlete makes himself at home. You don’t bother scolding him for rummaging through your fridge for a drink, nor when he kicks his feet onto your coffee table as he sits on the couch. Your lack of response earns you a glimpse from the corner of his eye, but no comment as he takes a sip.

“Any starters for our movie marath—”

“You got a haircut.”

His head snaps towards where you stand a few feet away from him. “That’s what’s got you staring?”

You nod slowly. 

Suna sighs. “Well, yeah. I did; it was getting long. Got in the way when playing.”

You finally move from your spot, joining him on the couch as he places his drink on the table. You’re still in a trance, though your friend isn’t as uncomfortable. 

“It’s nice,” you hum, twirling a few strands between your index finger and thumb. “You look hot.”

Narrow eyes widen at your bold comment that you don’t seem to realize you made. The middle blocker quickly regains composure, subconsciously leaning into your touch as he swings his legs off the coffee table. 

“Was I not hot before?” he quips, his tone coming off as uninterested. You don’t stop playing with his locks as you softly shake your head. 

“You were plenty hot before,” you almost whisper. “I just think this cut suits you more.”

“Pull it then.” Suna leans in a bit closer, and it’s only then do you catch his intense stare. Your hand freezes in place, your actions finally dawning on you as your face grows warm. You don’t get the chance to move as your friend grabs hold of your wrist, amusement twinkling in his gaze. “Why’d you stop?” 

It’s not the first time he’s teased you. He likes flustering you: with your eyes widening and brows creasing while you attempt to stammer out a comeback, you never fail to entertain the middle blocker with your embarrassment. Your reaction is more frozen this time, but he’s satisfied anyway, bringing a half-smile to his face. An expression outside of boredom is a rarity coming from him, and anything resembling emotion on his face is a beauty you’d engrave in your memory for as long as you have known each other. Even with you being on the receiving end of his teasing, that lazy attempt of a smile only enhances the fox-like features that make him so irresistible. 

Fuck it. 

You twist your arm out of his hold and then grab Suna’s face to pull him into a kiss. He’s taken aback–the quiet gasp he let out told you that much–though he’s quick to reciprocate after the initial shock. It’s messy, with tongues swirling around each other and teeth gently nibbling on swollen lips. The hold on his cheeks slides back up to his hair, grip tightening followed by light tugs. The middle blocker pulls away with a groan.

“Straight to it, huh?” he pants, a lazy smirk making way to his features. You don’t bother answering, not with words, anyway: pulling him back into another kiss, shimmying onto his lap while his arms wrap around your waist. Your hands are twisted back into his locks, nails lightly grazing his scalp and making him release the prettiest sounds you’ve ever heard.

He’s poking you. The opportunity to tease him is right there, though you aren’t in any state to do so. With your panties wetly hugging your pussy, you have no right. Instead, you indulge, grinding against his crotch and relishing in the friction. Your actions make Suna slide his hands down to your hips, aiding you in your movements. You pull away from the makeout session hastily. 

“Rin,” you whimper as he dips his head to nibble at your neck. Your thighs twitch at his tongue dancing across your skin, and your grip on his hair tightens. “Rin, please.”

The middle blocker hums, halting his actions. “Please?”

You don’t answer, too busy trying to steady your breathing, and he bites down at the junction of your neck. You yelp as he pulls away to peer down at you, his hold dangerously close to your ass. He even stops grinding, leaving you to sit on his hard-on. His expression is stoic, as it usually is, though you know he’s anything but bored. You catch the dilation of his pupils as his eyes lock on yours, the greyish-yellow irises mere thin rings outlining the abysses. You want to drown in them; in your breathless state, you probably already are.

“Please,” you pant, pressing your chest against his, “please, fuck me.”

That’s all it took to get your head to rest against the couch’s arm and the handsome athlete to hover over your frame. Suna makes quick work of discarding your shorts while you attempt to remove your t-shirt. Attempt as in your current position prevents you from pulling it past your head. Your brows crease in frustration, though a large hand gently tugs the article of clothing out of your grasp by its hem, bringing it to your lips.

“We don’t need any noise complaints,” he tells you like it’s a statement, yet the implications have your cheeks burning. Slowly, you part your lips, biting down gently on the cotton material. You have to refrain from covering your bare chest from his intense stare, keeping them at your sides while they mindlessly yank at the waistband of your panties.

Panties? You’re crossing one thigh over the other now, trying and failing to cover yourself as bashfulness consumes you. Suna’s eyelids droop.

“You’re getting shy on me now?” he muses, slowly rising from his hunched position. You pull him back down by his collar in a panic.

“No!” you stammer, your shirt slipping out of your mouth. “I want this. Want you. Please, touch me.”

The middle blocker hums, head lolling to the side. “Yeah?”

Without warning, his head dips down, soft lips attaching to one of your nipples and immediately flicking it with his tongue. You yelp, and he takes your shirt, bringing it back to your mouth. His hand plays with the other breast as you bite down on the article of clothing, your thighs rubbing together for friction.

“Rin…” The fabric muffles your whines, but Suna’s name swims in his ears perfectly, earning you a groan. He tugs harshly at your buds, making you gasp as his other hand glides down your soft tummy and halts at your panties. You’re so occupied with grasping at his locks once more and his mouth that you hardly notice him toying with your underwear’s waistband, dipping his fingers in. 

“Shit,” he grunts against your chest, digits dancing around in the puddle of your slick. “You’re soaked, bunny. So soon?”

You bite down harder when he gently swipes at your clit. “Need you now, Rin. I can take it.”

The middle blocker sits back up, much to your disappointment, and he yanks your panties down. His eyes are glued to the string of slick connecting you to the material, the intensity making you hug your chest as he removes the article of clothing. He’s right; you’re dripping, so close to staining the couch if he didn’t swipe at your cunt once more. You’re about to complain about his lack of nudity, only to be silenced by the sight of him sucking the essence off his fingers.

“Gotta prep you first,” is all he says, palming his budge at the display before him. Spreading your thighs further apart, Suna gets a better view of your cunt before sliding in a digit. It reaches far deeper than you ever could, and you mewl. There’s more than enough of your slick to use as lubricant, and it doesn’t take long for him to start moving. You catch the light furrow of his brows as he seems to concentrate on your pleasure, and you mask your laughter by exhaling through your nose. Ever the sloth, putting effort into things outside of maybe volleyball isn’t Suna’s style. But with how he observes your reactions to his finger inside you–plus the shimmer in them once he finds your sweet spot–your hold on your shirt tightens in bashfulness.

He adds another finger, causing you to groan from the stretch. Three of your fingers would barely count as an equivalent, and the middle blocker catches your pained expression.

“Once you take my cock,” he drawls, “you’ll be grateful I did this.”

He curls his digits inside you, better attacking the sensitive area and making your hips buck as you silently wail. His pace quickens, his unoccupied hand laying flat against your lower stomach, and you gasp.

The last time you came this soon was when you first tried mapping out your body. You knew you’d be home alone and even cut your nails for the occasion. With open legs and a shaky breath, you reached downwards, experimentally playing with your pussy until you discovered what you wanted. And you didn’t stop once you found your clit, rubbing it until your entire body shuddered and the pleasure morphed into pain. 

You seem to relive that memory as Suna skillfully touched you how no one else has. And when he slides his fingers out, you whine at the emptiness that follows. 

“Don’t worry,” he almost coos, pausing to suck his fingers clean once more. “I’m not done yet.”

He’s pulling his sweats and boxers halfway down his thighs, and you want to complain about him barely stripping; him exposing his dick to your hazy eyes is what silences you. The middle blocker drags you closer to his hips by your legs, further spreading them before stroking his cock a few times. His gaze doesn’t leave your nude frame as he does so, your shirt escaping the clutches of your teeth and falling onto your chest. He sees the opportunity to messily kiss you while nudging your entrance with his tip.

The first couple of inches is enough to knock the air out of your lungs. It doesn’t help that Suna’s lips are still glued to yours, making your chest burn as he swallows whatever sounds escape your throat. He only pulls away from you once your hips meet his, and you gulp as much oxygen as you can without sputtering coughs.

It’s a stretch, fitting his cock inside you. The fire in your lungs withers away and blooms below as you try to adjust to his size. That flame simmers bit by bit when the athlete brings a hand down to swirl lazy circles around your clit. With a drawn-out moan, your hands return to his hair, moving some strands away from his eyes as he peers down at you.

He’s panting, strings of curses slipping out between large intakes of air as your pussy squeezes him tightly. Your fingers twirling his locks distracts him, and he turns his head slightly to peck your palm. 

“You can move now,” you murmur, feeling suddenly shy. Suna hoists your legs over his shoulders with a hum before reeling his hips back. 

His first thrust back in isn’t rough, though it’s enough to make you gasp and cry all at once. Your grip tightens on his hair, causing him to grunt. His hand is about to return south to soothe you of your pain, but you stop him by pulling him down to meet his lips once more. 

“You good?” he pants in between sloppy kisses. You nod into one of them: an assurance that he can keep going. 

“I like it when it hurts,” you exhale against his lips. It’s enough for him to keep going, unsheathing his shaft before slamming back in harder. You shriek into his mouth as he maintains the force and pace, nails digging into his scalp and making him groan in response. Your thighs are pushed up to your chest to bring his face closer to yours, and you’d be thankful for your yoga classes if you weren’t so preoccupied.

“Fuck,” the middle blocker huffs, forehead pressed against yours. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. No. Fucking. Idea.”

He slams his hips forward to emphasize the last words, forming tears at the corners of your eyes while you cry out. Suna’s confession completely flies over your head as he adjusts his angle to find that spot again, the stars returning to your vision.

“Rin!” You wail, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Don’t stop! Need you, need your cock! Oh—”

His fingers return to your clit, rubbing the pulsing nub as his thrusts grow sloppy. They don’t fail to hit your sweet spot, though, the constant prodding at the area turning your vision hazy. You’ve never felt so full: so open yet closed up at once as your cunt squeezes him. If you aren’t so focused on your approaching release, you’d probably think that you’re sucking his dick back inside you along with his strokes. Suna definitely notices, your tightness testing his stamina as he tries to hold out for as long as possible. He doesn’t know when his next opportunity will show up where you spread your legs open for him again, if you’ll ever do so again. He’s not letting the moment go to waste.

“‘M close,” you whimper against his warm skin, fingers raking through his hair. Suna would keep them in there forever if he could, laying on your thighs as your hands lull him to sleep. 

For now, his mouth is against your ear, telling you whatever dirty thoughts his brain can muster up at this moment. From grunting for you to “take it, fucking take my cock,” to rasping about your “tight, pretty pussy” and how “it was meant to take him.” His filth tickles your hearing and travels downwards. It’s enough to—

“Cumming!” you gasp, pulling him closer (if possible) before the tremors trample over your body. Your thighs quiver on his shoulders as your jaw goes slack, a silent squeak barely managing to jump out your throat as heaven rains down on you. 

Meanwhile, the middle blocker has to bite down on your shoulder to avoid cumming. You’ve tightened around him even more that it’s making him dizzy. He can barely continue thrusting, and with you pulling on his locks and setting his scalp on fire, he’s afraid he’ll finish. 

He thanks whatever gods are out there as you eventually come down from your high, and he immediately pulls out to pump his cock, your legs dropping onto the couch. He’s spurting ropes of white onto your heaving stomach, breath caught in his throat as you watch with drooping lids. 

Large, calloused hands softly rub your thighs as you both break the silence with soft pants. You rub your eyes to stop them from fluttering, catching the handsome athlete in your vision, although somewhat blurry from fatigue and delight from recent events. 

“Can’t believe we fucked ‘cause you liked my haircut,” Suna breathes a tired chuckle as he tucks himself back into his sweats. The corners of his lips are barely curved upwards, but that’s the most anyone can usually gain from him. 

You hum. “You look pretty.”

“Pretty?” he raises a brow. “I went from hot to pretty?”

“You can be both.” You blink up at him, sight fully returning. With his hair now shorter, it doesn’t stick out as much at the ends as it did back in high school. It looks straighter, too, and darker, contrasting with his pale skin and green eyes beautifully. It droops down as gravity intends it to, though with the abuse it dealt from your constant pulling, some strands reach out wherever they please. Some even cling to his forehead, a light sheen of sweat keeping everything together. Even with the wreck of a description, his beauty never abandons him. “I wanna do that again.”

Suna stretches his neck. “Now?”

“Well,” you giggle tiredly, “not right now. I need a breather first. And to clean up.”

Your fingers mindlessly skate around in the cum stains on your torso as your voice trails off. The athlete leans over to the coffee table, grabbing a few tissues from the box before shifting to face your frame. 

“You know,” he starts, wiping the mess off your body, “when I told you to pull my hair, I didn’t mean rip it off my scalp. I wanted shorter hair, not to be bald.”

Greyish-yellow eyes glimpse up at your face before resuming his actions. An apology almost leaves your lips until a memory resurfaces in your brain.

“Was your confession a bluff, too?” you hum. 

Suna freezes, his gaze elsewhere. “I’ll get you some water—”

“Answer me.”

Silence follows. The athlete’s scanning the pattern on your carpet, his eyes seemingly stuck to the ground. 

“I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you if that’s what you’re asking,” he mutters, taking more tissues to wrap around the used ones. “I like being your friend.”

He finally looks at you, a blank mask for a face as he waits for your response. You tilt your head to the side.

“I like being your friend, too,” you state thoughtfully. You don’t miss him tensing, no matter how unbothered his expression may appear. “I’d also like to try being more than a friend, too.”

Eyes wide, the middle blocker’s head snaps up before he replaces his emotions with something more indifferent. “Cool. All right, sure.”

You snicker. “I also like having sex with you. And I was serious when I said I want to go again.”

The athlete settles the ball of tissues onto the coffee table, nodding. Despite his face returning to a blank slate, his eyes can’t hide their amusement. “Glad to know we’re on the same page.”

“I still need a break, though.” You offer him a smile, opening your arms as you make grabbing motions with your hands. “Hold me? At least, for now?”

God, if only you knew what you do to him. Maybe you do, and this is your way of getting him closer. He could never say no to you in high school (even if it resulted in Atsumu teasing him), and he certainly can’t say no to you now. 

Pulling you into his embrace, Suna falls back onto the couch. You bury your face in his neck with a content sigh, your fingers finding their place in his locks once again. Your naked body feels warm against his clothed build, and he has half a mind to strip, but he doesn’t want to interrupt the moment. Not when he can deal with the minor issue later. 

“So,” you muse. Suna’s not sure he likes this newfound wave of cheekiness from you. “Do the twins know about your little hair-pulling kink? Or is this something I’ll need to inform them of?”

…

You know what—

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

#hq #haikyu #haikyuu #fanfic #fanfiction #haikyu!! #haikyuu x reader #smut #suna x reader #suna smut #suna rintarou #timeskip!suna #inarizaki

[taeyamayang]

Hi Pea! To help with Writer's block, how about “Did I just say that out loud?” with either Kita from Haikyuu or Mikey from Tokyo Revengers?

strawberry lips

ㅡkita shinsuke is distracted by your lips

the temperature rises as mid summer crawls. one can only get used to the heat. even the prim and proper perfect boy, kita shinsuke, is sweating under the excruriating sun.

you invited him to refreshen yourselves by eating ice cream under a heritage tree near the patch he's working onㅡhe should thank you for that because even though he profusely refused to eat cold sugar and milk (as he describes), he seems to enjoy his scoop of vanilla ice cream.

"we should travel outside Hyogo before the end of the year." you impulsively propose, dragging your tongue at the side of your strawberry popsicle.

"to where?" he says looking at a point ahead.

"i don't know. maybe Tokyo? Hokkaido? Kyoto? what's your call?" you twist your neck to look at him.

"i don't know either. i have crops to take care of. what's with the sudden plan?" kita finally meets with your eyes.

as if without control, his vision spots your redden lips. the popsicle ice cream you are eating must have been loaded with artifical strawberry flavoring and pink dye to have your lips appear akin to the popsicle you're holding. to say the least, he's distracted. albeit, your voice snaps him back to look at you in the eyes.

"aren't you bored here? i want to travel!" your teeth claws the edge of the popsicle ice cream before biting into it. kita watches as a chunk falls on the base of your tongue as your mouths moves in rhythm.

"no, i'm fine with grandma." kita responds rather quickly, tearing his eyes from your strawberry lips. he clears his throat.

"i'm sure grandma is bored too. maybe we should invite her along!" your distance with him decreases as you anchor your arm to side where he is sat. by instinct, kita whips his head to you.

your eyes shimmer in excitement and he could already tell that you're imagining a vacation with them in your head but temptation lingers like a demon on his shoulder. an entirely different image consumes his mind.

you suck on the bottom part of the ice cream to prevent it from melting on your fingers. drawing back, you tongue rolls on your lips then to the corners to collect jews of ice cream as you innocently stare and wait for him to respond.

how could he not notice the curve and edges of your lips before? years of being his friend yet he's clueless how plump and soft they are. he wonders how it feels when he grazes the pad of his thumb over it.

do you wear make up? maybe he should give you a lipstick of the same shade for christmas and perhaps, even without eating an ice cream, he'll get to see this accentuated pair of alluring lips. completely enthralled by your mouth, kita shinsuke loses his grip on reality. a rare sight for a man who has his life in order.

"you have beautiful lips." he says, eyes locked on your mouth. suddenly you're hyperaware that he's staring at you. on the other hand, he's entranced and at sea, unaware of his actions.

"t-thanks." you stutter at the same time looking away. your heart hammers against your chest like it's about uncage from your ribs. he has never gazed at you like this before and he isn't the type to spurt compliments based on physical looks. he praises you through your skills at work, your intellect, or your kindness but never with the way you look.

kita is brought back to earth as he repeatedly blinks at you. then, he tilts his head to the side, confused.

"for what?" he asks. a pair of deep amber eyes peer at you in wonder. "you're thanking me for what?" you blink back.

what the heck?

you swallow in air. your cheeks feel hotter than the summer day's heat. repeating what he said is even harder than accepting it. "you said my lips look beautiful."

"did i just said that out loud?" kita's lids peel and his eyes round.

"so, you were..." you fix your eyes at his bewildered face. you continue in a hushed tone. "you were thinking of it?"

his answer didn't need words. his bloomed face and the sudden whip his head forward is enough.

he was thinking of it.

you don't know what to do with this information but one thing is for sure, as summer day's heat hits its peak it melts the wall that remains the two of you stuck on the borders of a platonic relationship.

dealing with writer's block, thank goodness i kept all reqs sent eons ago. welp, i hope you guys enjoyed this drabble. as always i didn't proofread this rbs and likes are very much appreciated. bye!

masterlist | hq.list

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #hq romance #hq fanfic #hq imagine #hq drabbles #hq fluff #hq fics #kita shinsuke #hq kita #inarizaki #kita fic #kita drabbles #kita fluff #kita imagines #kita headcanons #kita shinsuke x y/n #kita shinsuke x reader #pea.writes

[nishayuro]

✿Haikyuu Masterlist✿

A/N: Here is the masterlist for my works for Haikyuu please do tell me if there is something wrong with the links.

Fluff (🥰), Hurt/Comfort (💕), Crack (😂), Angst (😭),

Headcanons (H), Oneshots (O), Fics (F), Drabbles (D)

WIP (✏️), Completed (🔒), Nisha’s Favourite (❣️)

➸ Masterlist

Karasuno

-

Aoba Johsai

- Let me be the one - Oikawa (😭, 💕, O)

Shiratorizawa

-

Nekoma

-

Fukurodani

-

Inarizaki

-Suna's Birthday (🥰. D)

Itachiyama

-

MSBY Black Jackals

-

Navigation page

Request rules

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu x Reader #Haikyuu masterlist #Haikyuu fanfic #Karasuno #aoba johsai #shiratorizawa #nekoma #fukurodani #inarizaki #itachiyama #MSBY #oikawa toru x reader #Suna rintarou x reader #kageyama x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader

[inarizakismanagers]

A/N: hey guys sorry for not posting in like forever, I do plan on writing more for this fic but releases will be slow. I may start writing some smaller drabbles and one shots more often, so feel free to message me for requests or leave them in the ask me section :))

Chapter 5

You woke with a pounding headache from the previous day's sex and alcohol induced coma, all of your decisions from the night before had hit you like a truck and now you had to mend the destruction they left in their wake.

The argument with your boyfriend, Yuji, would be particularly unpleasant to deal with however you knew the longer you left it the angrier he would become. His pride and ego had been hurt last night and he had been embarrassed in front of other people, a feeling of dread begins to pool in your stomach at the thought of his reaction. You had had first hand experience with your boyfriend's wrath all too often and it was not something you were looking forward to having to face.

You sat there contemplating your options, on the one hand you could get up and leave the stranger's apartment - Suna’s apartment to go deal with Yuji or you could avoid him today altogether. 

The thought of leaving him, breaking up with him had occurred to you many times but never as much as right now. There was no way you were going to go back to him in that relationship but at the same time the thought of attempting to break up with Yuji instilled terror in you. You couldn’t imagine how he would react or what he would do to you if you tried to break it off with him.

You settled on avoiding thinking about the subject, for now at least,you shifted your weight on the plush mattress turning to face Suna. You thought about the night you had spent with him, your cheeks dusting in pink feeling suddenly slightly self conscious at the thought.

Right now you were staring at dilemma number two, you didn't know what to do in this situation. You had gone home with Suna that night but you had no idea if you should’ve left already, you hadn't had many one night stands and the ones you did have the guy ended up leaving before you had woken up in the morning.

Not wanting to overstay your welcome and suddenly feeling in desperate need of a warm shower and change of clothes, you began to move to sit up and grab your clothes from the floor.

“Where are you going?” you heard a sleepy voice ask, you turned to face Suna heat rushing to your cheeks as you took in his form, his hair was a slightly tousled brown mop on his head, half lidded deep brown eyes watching you take him in. Your eyes dropped lower to his perfectly toned body and snake tattoo, for the love of mercy it was enough to make you wanna bash your head against a wall, why was he so freaking fine.

“You like what you see, darling” at that you snap your head back lowering it slightly in embarrassment, of course he caught you eye fucking him. “I’m going home, I need to shower and I have a lot of work to get done” you reply to his earlier question continuing to grab your stuff from the floor where it had been haphazardly thrown the night before. “Just shower here and let me make you some food, you haven’t eaten since yesterday it's nearly 4pm” he says checking his watch his tone is firm leaving no room for argument.

You’re slightly taken aback by his concern, but nod your head all the same when he raises an eyebrow in question challenging you to refuse.

“What would you like to eat?”

It was strange for Suna to wake up this morning, arms wrapped around your still sleeping, naked form. He wasn’t complaining though, he had only been able to fantasise for so long about having you in his bed, arms around you, kissing your lips. Now he’s got you where he’s only been able to dream of having you and he doesn’t make a single move to wake you. Too scared that when you wake up he’ll lose this perfect moment. Eventually, he feels you stir and closes his eyes, maybe if he pretends to sleep you’ll lull off too. You turn to face him, he feels your breath fan out on him and it takes everything in him to not wrap and arm around your hips another around the back of your head and kiss you.

Much to his horror you begin to get up and get dressed, why are you leaving? He thought the two of you had had a good night, he wanted to make you something to eat in hopes he could ask you on a date, a proper date because you deserved to be taken out and courted properly.

The other night he had been over excited at the thought of having you in his bed that he had abandoned his plan of asking you out on a date first. But he would do it right from now on, not just take you home after a night out.

He had convinced you to stay and shower and have food, he offered you a t-shirt, a pair of boxers and some joggers of his to wear as the only clothes you had to go home in was the skimpy dress you wore clubbing and torn up knickers. Of course when you put them on he saw that you were swimming in them, the clothes clearly being a couple sizes too big for you, nonetheless he felt a pang in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. Something about seeing you in them just felt right to him.

He had made sure to cook whilst you had been showering, making two bowls of spicy beef ramen, setting the table. Normally, he’d have a maid prepare all of this but he felt a sense of contentment in being the one to take care of you.

Feelings like those were scarce in his line of work, so when they came you had to grab a hold of them and protect them at all cost. He thought more about how you would react when you found out what exactly it was that he did, as far as you were concerned he owned a nightclub that's it. Maybe that's all you needed to know at least for now, he was scared that you’d run if he told you, you were sweet and so pure with an easy going air that put people at ease. He, on the other hand, radiated an unapproachable, harsh demeanour that had people averting their gaze in fear when he looked at them.

The more he thought about it the more ridiculous he felt for thinking that you would want to be with him, however, he was nothing if not persistent and he had already decided you would be his even if he had to wait for you to realise it too.

#hq fanfic #hq smut #suna imagines #suna rintaro #suna fanfic #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu mafia au #inarizakhi mafia au #inarizaki #domestic bliss #domestic sunarin

[fanficlabs]

I Can’t Sleep | SunaOsa

It was 3am when Suna checked his phone, the dim light shining on his face under the covers, illuminating the darkness as he sighed. He reached out of his sleeping bag, grabbing the earbuds from the bag next to him. He plugged them into his phone, clicking play on a random playlist. A slow, calming song started playing in his ears. He turned up the volume as he slowly got up, making sure not to wake his sleeping teammates beside him.

He walked down the hall, looking at the dark creepy house while walking into the bathroom. He closed the door and turned on the lights, he was met with his own face, pale with recognizable, dark eye bags. His hair was a mess and he looked seconds away from passing out, but he couldn’t sleep. No matter how long he hid under his covers with his eyes closed, thinking of the happy things that usually put him to sleep. But his mind wouldn’t start his REM process.

He sighed to himself, splashing water onto his face. He dried himself off before turning off the lights and heading out the door. He was about ready to go try to sleep again when he noticed a light at the end of the hall he hadn’t seen before, hearing the creaking of footsteps along with the music playing in his ears. He took out his headphones, hearing a yawn come from the place. The kitchen, if Suna remembered correctly. He grabbed the nearest item before slowly making his way down the hall, trying to be as quiet as possible. Small creaks were heard from him, louder ones from the place he was slowly creeping up to.

He quickly turned the corner, throwing the object at the person and getting ready to run. But instead of an intruder, he was faced with Miya Osamu dropping a spoon to the floor with a small shrek as a bar of Unicorn shaped soap smacked him in the face.

"What the fuck’er ya doin’, Suna?" He whisper-yelled, holding his nose as he learned the person who snuck up on him wasn’t a creep. "I coulda wakin’ up the resta the team, ya think Kita-san would be happy ‘bout that?" He scolded as Suna averted his eyes, holding his arms close to him with a small frown on his lips.

"I thought you were an intruder," he explained briefly as Osamu sighed, turning his attention away from him. He bent down to grab the soap, it somehow managed to stay all together.

Miya Osamu, a popular person on the team and in Suna’s class, someone he never truly interacted with outside of the court. Everybody liked him. Who would blame them? He was respectful and kind, unlike his counterpart, not to mention how good looking he was. Osamu was handsome and Suna knew it. He couldn’t help but glance at him every time he entered the room.

"So why’re ya awake?" Osamu asked, catching Suna off guard. He glanced slightly up at him from what he was doing with his hands on the counter.

"I can’t sleep," Suna said, staring at his side profile. God, he was pretty. Osamu looked up at him, a look resting on his face Suna found difficult to read. His eyes are beautiful, full of colour and brightness. Suna could feel his cheeks heating up already.

"Can’t or don’ wanna?" Osamu asked, causing Suna to stiffen, his heartbeat quickened for a moment as he looked into Osamu’s eyes, wondering if he was asking what he thought he was.

"Can’t." He finally responded as Osamu nodded, his face starting to focus on his hands again as Suna felt himself relaxe. He moved closer, not hugging himself so tightly as he saw Osamu mixing ingredients together.

This intrigued Suna, all he knew about the twins was their love for volleyball. They always competed against each other so who would’ve thought one of them could bake. Or cook. Or whatever he was doing.

"I didn’t know you could bake," Suna murmured as he watched Osamu work, his hands expertly putting things together, beating them down.

"Ya never pay attention," he replied as Suna looked down, his phone pressed up against his chest, something he didn’t even realize he was doing as he talked to this man. He looked back up, watching him work. Suna’s eyes stayed on his hands, watching how skilled they were and how they knew their way around the kitchen.

"Are ya gonna say somethin’er are ya jus’ gonna stand there?" Osamu asked as Suna glanced up at him, seeing his eyes looking at him while he worked.

Suna bit his lip as he looked back down, his hands clenching his phone tightly, getting ready to start mindlessly scrolling while leaving the world to do whatever it pleased. He stayed silent as Osamu sighed, focusing back on his hands while Suna started to back away. He already felt as if he were bothering Osamu.

"What kind of music do ya listen to?" He suddenly asked as Suna stopped moving away, looking over at him.

"Huh?" He inquired as Osamu put the pastries in the oven, going to wash his hands.

"Yer always on yer phone listenin’ to music, what’cha ya listen to?" He asked as he looked up to meet Suna’s eyes.

Something about the way he asked made Suna fully loosen up, his arms finally going back to their normal colour rather than pale white and red.

"I listen to a lot of bands, mostly Arctic Monkeys and Gorillaz," he quietly admitted as Osamu’s eyes lit up.

"I love Gorillaz," he smiled as he got closer to Suna, his face slightly pink as Suna felt his heart skip a beat, his body feeling Osmau’s warmth as they stood so close.

It’s safe to say that the next morning, the two of them were found cuddling on the couch, sharing headphones. They both had the best sleep they’ve had in a long time.

#sunaosa #suna rintarou #miya osamu #inarizaki #haikyuu #osasuna #fanfiction #fanfic #haikyuu!! #miya osamu x suna rintarou

[himiribashira]

Can’t be touched*~

[Atsumu Miya]

Favor:PLEASE LISTEN TO:Just say Hello by acoustic version,while reading this!‼️

Summary:Y/N a supernatural girl who became childhood friend with the hyper,goofy,sweet and volleyball player Atsumu Miya.

Gen:Angst (little bit of fluff)

Warning:Spending time,confessing,crying,yelling,heart breaking

it was saturday morning, while you were eating alone in the dorm you lived in, someone rang the doorbell at your door.

“Geez, Who is knocking on the door this early? I'm still eating and I’m lazy to stand up~”you groaned and whined standing up to walkover your door and open it up, but before you could touch the door knob, you heard the voice of your friend Atsumu, you stopped and you felt your cheeks turn red. Before your brain was taken to another world, you were snapped by a stronger knock compared to the knocked earlier making your eyes twitch.

“Hey Y/N!wake up you lazy head!open the door!.”he yelled and because of his loud voice you immediately opened the door that’s when you saw him dressed up into in volleyball clothes, you gave him a confused look and he smiled at you widely.”what are you doing here idiot,aren’t you supposed to be in school to practice for your volleyball game?.”you tilted your head to the side and crossed your arms over your chest.

Atsumu's smile immediately changed to deadpan and he raised one eyebrow.”Geez-Aren't you going to let me in first?God Y/N how many times do I have to tell you,let people in first when you open the door to let them know their welcome and that you didn’t bother you.”he scolded you still standing outside the door…atsumu shot you a question look why you hasn’t told him to ‘come in’

You smirked at him enough for him to get an irk mark on his forehead.”Is that so?well I guess now you know why I didn’t say ‘come in’.”you smirked widely until the two of you became silent because he didn't say anything to what you said, you sighed heavily and took it out of your mouth, you lowered your two hands and pushed the door wider,you turned your body to the side allowing him to enter the house.

Atsumu waited you to do that you can also walk away a little bit far from the door.anyways he know why you did that because if he ended up touching you you’ll disappear forever…yes disappear…your probably wondering how can you go to school with him without getting touched by anyone right?well simple atsumu was there,to protect you,to prevent someone touching any part of your body,yes it’s hard especially he have a volleyball game and practice but you know atsumu right?anyway yeah it is weird for the other students why you couldn’t be touched especially for his teammate let’s just say atsumu lied and took care of it for his best friend.

Atsumu was now sitting in your couch so you sitted across from him.”so why’d you come here this early?.”you ask looking directly in his eye and of course your cheeks is burning up but you kept your cool cuz why not.”come with me to my practice,it’ll be fun.”he said excitedly,damn he almost jump high from his seat.you chuckled because of his excited and that big smile that planted on his lips.

“Oh yeah?tell me your plans first-something exciting.”you said,a grin can be seen in your face and atsumu gasp but also hoping that you’ll come with him.”well,we’ll be playing this childish water gun game.and eat a lot!”he beamed in the last part making you laugh so loud.”so your main purpose is eat a lot?why are you wearing your volleyball clothes then?”you ask tilting your head in the side.”well I just want to wear it,so anyway you coming or nah?”he asked,you noticed that he was bitting his bottom lip looking at you as if his eyes telling you to say yes so that you guys can leave and enjoy the 1 day fun with the rest of the volleyball boys.

You sighed heavily again and stood up from your seat.”okay I’m coming but I have to get change first.”you said turning your back at him,you could feel that his eyes is following you figures so you blushed again,but more worst than earlier.

After you got changed you went downstairs holding a black shorts like for boys since you have couple of them,and a oversized t-shirt.you were now in front of atsumu still seating in the couch you noticed that he was staring at you.”what you looking at?”you raised one brow and your voice is enough for atsumu to snapped in his thoughts.

“N-nothing!anyway l-let’s go.”he said stuttering.it’s actually cute seeing atsumu stutter like that.god you just love everything about him aren’t ya?”before we go,here.”you tossed to him the clothes you have right into his face.”what’s this for?”he ask grabbing the clothes and lift it up.”changed your clothes and just wear that.”you replied turning around so that he can change…hold up,actually you want to peek just a little bit but since your a good girl you just erased it in your head.

Atsumu quickly changed into the clothes you gave him and that’s when you saw him walk pass you,he didn’t say a word but when you look at him up and down you chuckled,your clothes suits him so much,which is the only way for you to be able to touch him.

{Time skip}

All of the volleyball player,you and atsumu was now soaked in water because of the water gun you guys had been playing for hours,you couldn’t help but feel so happy,well happy is still not enough for you to describe how you felt right now.you and atsumu keep on shouting each other,since he’s the type of person who gets more hyper than any of you,you just kept on running to the back of the other players,you even run to osamu his twin brother ,to hide you know they’ll end up fighting but atsumu just keep on shorting you with water.

After a few seconds atsumu’s attention went to the other player-kita their captain,they both shorting each other while you?well you were playing with suna.while all of you was filled with laughter,giggling and yelling,your eyes went to atsumu.you can’t help but feel butterflies in you stomach,those clothes he was wearing-your clothes was soaked and sticking to his body,you could even see his abs.(your drooling bae)

oh god-you just love this man too much it hurts you,you can’t help but smile widely at his figure,you didn’t even notice that other guy’s is hitting your face with water,all you could see his him-atsumu…while your in deep thought suddenly reality hit you too hard,the fact that he doesn’t know how you feel about him,that you wanted to touch him,you wanted to be close with him,you wanted to teased each other and ended up punching and kicking each other is….impossible….too impossible..you couldn’t help but felt the hard stung on your heart,your eyes became sad,your lips was trembling,you can’t tell if your already crying or just because of the water splashing all over the place that’s when your legs started running,suna even stoped on shorting you and watched you wide eyes with confuse look the way you run,your hand let go of the water gun you were holding.you were shocked why are you running towards atsumu,you wanted to stop but you couldn’t..the volleyball guys notice your behaviour and they looked at you worried.

Atsumu turned his head to look at your figure running towards him,you even slipped but stand up faster.when your near atsumu you jumped into him to hug him so tight making both of you sit in the ground,that’s when atsumu’s eyes widened…why are you doing this?why’re you hugging him?if your touching him now then that means.

No,no-atsumu doesn’t wanna think about those stuff right now.

“I-I love you a-atsumu.”sobs began to get out from your mouth,tears falling in your cheeks that you know you can’t prevent it from happening.

Atsumu was just frozen in your both position,thinking what is going on.he was snapped back when a beautiful different color of lights began to fly away that’s when he look at you hugging him.”Y-Y-N…I-I l-Love you too..”atsumu hugged you back,wrapped his hard arms around you letting you know he doesn’t want you to go,half of your body is gone but before it all disappear you leaned back at him and kissed his lips and hug again….with that the only thing that atsumu was hugging is your clothes-your soaked clothes.atsumu leaned down his head touching the ground yelling your name and just screaming because he was hurt badly just losing you.

#hq atsumu #atsumu angst #atsumu x you #haikyuu #fanfic #miya atsumu #atsumu x y/n #inarizaki #suna rintarou #kita haikyuu #anime fanfic