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lys-9-10 · 1 year

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Ch. 3 of In which Bokuto loves having sleepovers & "Deep Man Chats" (DMCs) with Akaashi

Read on AO3 Akaashi knew, before the ball hit the ground, that this was the point. This was the play that was going to win them Nationals.

He knew from the way Bokuto’s eyes locked onto his, a split second before the set. A risky move, really—especially with sharp-eyed Tsukishima on the other side of the net. Normally, Bokuto and Akaashi would both be careful to avoid significant looks, so as not to betray any information to the other team. But for whatever reason, this time, Bokuto judged it to be worth it.

“I’m ready,” his eyes told Akaashi. “Set it to me.”

And Akaashi did.

As the ball whooshed towards Bokuto, it seemed to Akaashi as though the room around him was growing dark and Bokuto alone was highlighted. The ball made contact with Bokuto's hand—but Akaashi didn’t watch it slam down onto the other side of the net. He didn’t have to. He knew it was a winning spike. And he didn’t want to watch it anyway. He only wanted to watch Bokuto.

Bokuto, as he fell back down to the floor, knees bent and body dripping in sweat. Bokuto, as his face split into that wide, jubilant grin that Akaashi loved so well. Bokuto, as he turned to Akaashi and shouted his name.

“KAASHI!!! WE DID IT!!!”

Bokuto practically flew forward and fell onto him. Akaashi caught him against his body and soon they were both crying.

Their team-mates rapidly gathered around and began piling onto them in a massive group hug. But to Akaashi, it was still only him and Bokuto. They were being pressed and jostled all around—but it was just the two of them.

“You did so good!” Bokuto wept, grabbing at Akaashi’s shoulders, then pressing his hands to his cheeks.

“You did,” was all Akaashi could say.

Soon the cameras were there.

“Bokuto-san,” the reporter asked. “How does it feel to be the one to win match point for your team?”

Akaashi smiled to himself, happy that Bokuto was getting his chance to preen in front of the cameras and indulge weakness #6. But to his surprise, Bokuto only rolled his eyes.

“Y’all are flubbin’ idiots,” he said, a massive grin on his face even as he threw the insult. “Didja even watch the play? Kaashi’s obviously the one who made that point.” He threw an arm around Akaashi and pulled him in tight to his side.

Things were a little bittersweet when they went to go shake hands with their heartbroken friends. When Bokuto got to Hinata, he bent down, gripped the back of Hinata’s head, and pulled it forward until their foreheads were almost touching.

“Listen,” he said fervently—evidently not minding that he was holding up the line. “I don’t say this to everyone, little pupil. But you have the potential to become number two of one. Know what I’m sayin’?”

Hinata blinked up at him tearfully. “N-number two of one?” he stuttered, through hiccups.

“You bet. I’m one of one but you can be two of one.”

Akaashi stepped in as translator. “He means you can become the world’s second best spiker, next to him.”

A bright glimmer crossed Hinata’s tear-streaked face. “You really think so, Bokuto-senpai?”

Bokuto grinned and pulled Hinata into a one-armed hug. “I really do.” His eyes shifted to a spot behind Hinata’s shoulder, and he jerked his chin in that direction. “Especially if you hold on to Mr. Tall and Handsome over there. Coming from someone who knows—you really can't overstate the importance of finding your perfect match of a setter… You two stick together, and even Kaashi and I will have a hard time keeping up with you.”

Hinata’s trembling lips stretched into a smile. It met his eyes.

“Thanks, senpai,” he said enthusiastically, grabbing Bokuto’s hand and giving it a vigorous shake. “Let’s all play together on the same team sometime, yeah? For Japan. At the Olympics!”

Bokuto chuckled and rubbed his knuckles in Hinata’s hair. “It’s a deal, little pupil.”

“Hinata,” Kageyama barked, a few people down the line. “You’re holding everyone up.”

Hinata turned around and stuck his tongue out at him. Bokuto giggled, gave Hinata a final pat on the back, and moved on.

After they had finished their handshakes, Akaashi drew closer to Bokuto.

“Do you think those two will be okay?” he asked in a low voice, nodding back to Hinata and Kageyama, who were now fully invested in bickering.

Bokuto cocked an eyebrow. “Okay with losing the game? Or okay with their we’re-utterly-in-love-but-too-immature-to-admit-it-so-we-fight-instead-to-cope-with-our-sexual-frustration dance?”

“The latter.”

Bokuto cackled. “Nah. It’s gonna be a total shit show.”

Akaashi frowned. “I just hope they have people who can help them through it.”

“Sure they do. They have us, for starters!”

“Well, I mean specifically people who can teach them about healthy relationship behaviours. Or even better, model healthy relationship behaviours.”

“Also us!”

Akaashi sighed. “I’m talking about…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nevermind.”

Kuroo was striding towards them from the bleachers, Kenma in tow.

“Congratulations you bastards,” Kuroo said, punching Bokuto in the shoulder, then slapping Akaashi on the back. “I kinda hate you both right now.” His face was stretched in a wide grin as he said this.

“Yeah,” Kenma agreed in his trademark monotone. “I was rooting for Shoyo, not gonna lie.”

Kuroo guffawed while Bokuto balked, “Rude!”

Kenma failed to acknowledge either reaction, as he was already heading down the court to talk to Hinata. Kuroo’s eyes travelled after him and Akaashi thought he caught a flicker of concern in them—but wasn’t sure what could have caused it.

“Little twerp,” Bokuto said, without any real venom. Then, “I’m starved. Y’all wanna go get food?”

Akaashi shook his head. “We have a team after-party, Bokuto.”

“Oh right!! Guess that’s actually happening now we’ve won. Hehe dope.”

“I’ll catch you guys later,” Kuroo said, giving a wave and making to head after Kenma. Akaashi thought he seemed a little too urgent.

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Bokuto was, as per usual, the life of the after-party. Given that, Akaashi was a little surprised when Bokuto tugged on his sleeve, well before things were dying down, and asked,

“Wanna go now, Kaashi?”

Akaashi tilted his head. “Go where?”

“Back to yours?”

Frowning, Akaashi checked his watch. It was scarcely after 9.

“Aren’t you having fun?” he asked.

“Yeah, I am. But I just wanna go be with you for a bit.”

“Oh.” Akaashi instructed his heartbeat to remain regular. It fluttered anyhow. “Okay then.”

Bokuto gave a celebratory whoop. “Sleepover?” he asked, grinning eagerly.

“Sure.”

“DMC?”

“Yeah.”

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They sat on either end of Akaashi’s bed—Bokuto at the head, leaning back against the wall, Akaashi cross-legged at the foot. Bokuto had stretched out his leg and kept tickling Akaashi’s knee with his toes while they talked.

“Okay, first of all,” Bokuto said, by way of opening the DMC. “You never answered my question from last night. If you could be an amphibian, which would you be?”

Akaashi wasn’t exactly sure what made questions like these “deep” enough for a Deep Man Chat. Early on, when Bokuto had first started bringing him into the activity, he’d incorrectly concluded that the questions asked were random and there were no rules or guidelines governing DMCs. But that was wrong.

Bokuto couldn’t articulate the rules himself. But he could and did squawk, “That’s not a DMC question!” or “Yeeeahh THAT’S a good DMC question!”. Eventually, Akaashi’s analytical brain managed to identify the patterns.

Among other things, hypothetical questions that followed the “If… would…” structure almost always qualified as DMC material. Hence why Akaashi now had his eyes trained on the ceiling, as he mentally ran through a list of amphibians.

“I’m gonna go with an Axolotl,” he said at last.

“Ooooh.” Bokuto’s eyes sparkled. “What’s that?”

“It’s an aquatic salamander.”

“Epicccc.”

“What about you?” (Another rule Akaashi had picked up: bumping the question back to the other person did not count as your turn. It was allowed—and encouraged—but you still needed to ask a new question after.)

“I’d be a flying frog.” Bokuto spread out his arms to demonstrate. “Betcha they’d be great at volleyball. 6’8” players ain’t got nothin’ on the pow-ah to defy gravity.”

Akaashi mouth quirked into an amused smile. Amused, and far too fond.

Bokuto tapped Akaashi’s shin with his foot. “Your turn.”

Akaashi nodded. “Thinking.” After a few seconds, he asked, “Are you familiar with the Five Love Languages?”

Bokuto cocked his head, his eyes already gleaming with curiosity. “No, but familiarize me!”

“My mom’s reading a book about it right now and has taken it upon herself to educate the whole family. Essentially, based on my mom’s lessons, the Five Love Languages are ways people give and receive love. People usually have one or two primary love languages and that’s how they’ll tend to show their love to their friends and family and significant others and stuff.”

Bolton looked positively enthralled. (One of the things Akaashi loved about him… How easy he was to enthrall.)

“What are they??” Bokuto asked. “The five ways I mean.”

“Acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation, physical touch, and gift giving.”

Bokuto slapped the bed with his hand. “I love it!”

Akaashi smiled. At this point, he figured Bokuto wouldn’t even care if he never got back to his DMC question—but he did have a point in bringing this all up.

“Anyway, so my question is: Out of those, do you think you know what your preferred love language is?”

“OOOOHHH!! That is a deep Deep Man Chat question!!”

Akaashi laughed. “Those are allowed right?”

“Definitely!! That’s a stupendous question. Okay lemme think.” Bokuto’s face became utterly absorbed in concentration. Then, a moment later, he snapped his fingers. “No,” he said. “I have a way funner idea. Let’s guess for each other!”

“For each other?”

“Yeah! I guess what your love languages are, you guess mine! It’s like when we filled out those internet quizzes like ‘what Pokémon character are you’, and you answered as me and I answered as you. To see how well we knew each other. 'Member?”

“Oh.” Akaashi was mildly impressed. “That does sound more fun. Okay go ahead. You guess for me.”

Bokuto resumed his thinking face. But only for a brief second. “Acts of service,” he said decisively. “For sure. Am I right?”

Akaashi nodded, smiling. “That’s what I would have said for myself, yeah.”

“WOOHOOO!!” Bokuto looked about as thrilled with himself as when he nailed an incredible kill. “Okay now you guess for me!!”

Akaashi regarded Bokuto thoughtfully. “Thing with you is, you use a lot of the languages quite a bit.”

Bokuto’s mouth formed a small ‘O’. “Does that mean I’m an extra loving person??”

Akaashi chuckled. “Maybe.”

Bokuto flexed his biceps smugly. “Which ones do you see me use a lot?”

“Words of affirmation, for starters. Like when you tell me my sets are the best and tell Hinata he can be number two of one.”

“But your sets are the best. And Hinata can be number two of one, if he keeps working.”

Akaashi shrugged. “Still counts. ‘Words of affirmation’ doesn’t mean baseless flattery.”

“Baseless flattery...” Bokuto repeated, turning the words over in his mouth. Then he nodded in satisfaction and Akaashi knew he’d filed the expression away in his brain for future use. “Okay,” Bokuto said. “So words of affirmation. What other love languages do I use?”

“Well. You’re obsessed with sleepovers and DMCs… I think that’s quality time.”

“Hm. Well I like spending time with you. So yeah, I guess that makes sense. ’Cos obvs I love you.”

Akaashi's chest twanged. Was it just him, or had Bokuto's “I love you”s become more frequent in the past couple days?

Don't think about it...

Akaashi gave himself a mental shake, then continued. “And then third…” His eyes flicked down to Bokuto’s toes, which were currently massaging his calf (evidently absentmindedly, on Bokuto’s part). “You’re pretty off the charts when it comes to physical touch.”

Bokuto cocked an eyebrow. “Oh?”

He seemed genuinely surprised. Akaashi had to bite back a sardonic laugh.

“Yeah,” he said instead.

“Can you gimme some examples?”

Akaashi nodded indicatively at Bokuto’s foot. Bokuto looked at it and frowned.

“Does that count? It’s not even my hand.”

Akaashi let out a small chuckle. “I don’t think the touch has to be with your hands. With you, you also do things like…” He trailed off and Bokuto tilted his head, curiously.

“Like what?”

“Well.” Akaashi coughed. “You probably don’t remember… but for example, last night when you asked if you could sleep over, you like… nuzzled me. With your face.”

Bokuto’s eyes widened, making him look even more owl-like than normal. “I did??”

Akaashi tried to ignore the sting that pricked him at Bokuto’s surprise.

He’d always known this. He’d always known that there was nothing calculated or intentional about Bokuto being touchy with him in those ways. He’d always known that was just the way Bokuto was. And that it didn’t mean a thing…

“Yeah,” Akaashi said, and his voice came out only a little constricted. “You did. And then, you also pressed your nose into my forehead…” His hand moved, subconsciously to the spot. Then he flushed, dropped his arm, and forced a shrug. “Maybe that doesn’t count. It was to demonstrate your height.”

Bokuto was staring at him. His expression of lighthearted curiosity had disappeared. Instead, his eyebrows were knitted together in concern.

Akaashi’s gut tightened. Did he… Had he… had he said too much? Had he betrayed himself? Dammit, how could he be so stupid? No straight, platonic friend would make such a big deal about stupid little touches like that…

Bokuto leaned forward on the bed, his eyes fixed intently on Akaashi’s face. When he spoke, his voice was low and grave.

“Kaashi… Do you feel violated? By me?”

Akaashi’s eyes popped. “What? No! No of course not, I didn’t—that’s not what I was trying to say.”

“How come you look so uncomfortable then?”

Akaashi cringed. (Very visibly. Crap.) “I’m not uncomfortable,” he said—but it came out a little too breathless. Bokuto seemed to notice, for the anxiety on his face didn’t dissipate. Akaashi felt the pressure on his calf disappear... and he realized Bokuto had pulled back his foot. Akaashi froze.

He watched as Bokuto dropped his gaze. The typically larger-than-life ace looked oddly… small. Like he’d crumpled in on himself.

“I’m sorry, Kaashi,” Bokuto said. And his voice sounded crumpled as well. “I’ll stop touching you.”

Akaashi stared. He opened his mouth. Closed it. And then—and then—oh.

And then there were big, fat, crocodile tears welling up in Bokuto’s downcast eyes.

Akaashi gaped in horror. Bokuto sniffed and one of the tears dropped off the end of his nose. Akaashi’s gut constricted.

He was used to seeing Bokuto’s meltdowns—but he still wasn’t immune to them. They still gave him the feeling like he’d been kicked in the chest by a horse, and he’d do anything to bring Bokuto’s smile back again. Thankfully, he could normally do so within a matter of seconds.

But this… was this even a meltdown? This seemed different. Bokuto wasn’t whimpering or wailing or whinging about anything. He was just… sitting there across from Akaashi, silent other than his occasional sniffs, as the tears rolled off his nose.

Oh god.

Akaashi couldn’t take it.

“Bokuto.” Akaashi scooted forward on the bed. He grabbed Bokuto’s hands—which were twisted in the blankets. “Stop. It’s fine. You’re fine.”

Bokuto sniffed again and looked up at him with water-filled eyes. “Is it really though?”

“Yes,” Akaashi said firmly. “I don’t mind.”

“… So… you don’t feel violated?”

“Definitely not.”

“And you don’t hate it? Me touching you?”

Akaashi’s mouth twisted in an ironic smile. “No. I don’t hate it.”

There was a pause as Bokuto seemed to be deciding whether to believe him or not. Then, Akaashi felt Bokuto’s hands relax.

… The hands he only just realized he was still holding.

“Well jeepers, am I glad!” Bokuto said, his face cracking into a relieved smile. “I thought for a second maybe I’d been molesting you this whole time or somethin’.” He shuddered.

“No, Bokuto.” Akaashi was staring at Bokuto’s hands. At his hands, holding Bokuto’s. “You’re fine.”

He should let Bokuto’s hands go... it was weird to just be sitting here on the bed, holding each other’s hands for an entire conversation...

But he couldn’t let them go now, right? Not when, just a few seconds ago, Bokuto had been worried he was molesting him? Bokuto might misinterpret it as discomfort and they’d be back to square one...

Right, then. The rational course of action was to keep holding Bokuto’s hands.

Akaashi was good at taking the rational course of action. He could do this. Just keep holding his hands... It was perfectly inconspicuous... He didn’t even have to change anything. He just — Crap. He just tightened his grip.

Bokuto’s eyes flicked down to their clasped hands.

Crap, crap, crap.

Bokuto looked up again.

There was nothing on his face but a big, happy grin.

“You’re my favourite person in the world, Kaashi,” Bokuto declared. He leaned forward and knocked his head into Akaashi’s shoulder in what must have been an affectionate headbutt. “The whole. Freaking. World.”

#bokuaka #kagehina #bokuto & akaashi & kuroo & kenma #kenma & kuroo #kenma x hinata #that one's one-sided. poor little kenma suffers in this fic.#but it's okay he has kuroo to comfort him #haikyuu!!#bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #kuroo tetsurou #kozume kenma #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fanfiction

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kenmahive · 1 year

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when kenma does this cute thing

#MY POOR MEOW MEOW #my everything #kenma my beloved #kenma kozume #haikyuu

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utahimeow · 1 year

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WHAT IS THIS???

#poor shoyo 😭😭#kuroo’s a menace #kenma’s lil accent tho???? hello #꒰ char chats. ꒱

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kirbyskisses-main-moved · 2 years

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y’all ever cry at the fact that kenma and akaashi will have to go their entire final year without kuroo and bokuto respectively… sniff…

#kozume kenma #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutaro #kuroo tetsurou #haikyuu #poor babies ☹️☹️☹️

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anisespice · 1 year

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“ the fuck-it list ” || hq!

two || three

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.

pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol

notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!!

To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know.

Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you.

“Have you seen this bullshit?!” Well, speak of the devil.

All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.

Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force.

“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?”

You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?”

“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?”

Ah. Now he gets it.

He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought?

“I mean, the audacity to put your name on it knowing damn well if anyone even tried it, I’d gorilla glue all their holes shut.” He snorted, face scrunching slightly at your unusual threat. But, something told him deep down you were being serious.

You continued ranting while pacing back and forth. “But not only that, they completely warped your entire sexual identity just because, what, you know how to mind your business and happen to have a RBF?”

“RBF?” He tilted his head, making you halt mid-rant to admire the adorable sight. How dare he? You were in the middle of seething, dammit.

“Resting Bitch Face.”

He frowned. “I don’t have that.”

“Tobio, you’re doing it right now.”

He huffed, looking away from you in defiance. His face was fine, he thought, a perfectly normal face indeed. A handsome face, he’d even say. Immediately picking up on his sourness, you chuckled softly before reaching over to cup his face and make him look at you. Kageyama instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, his frown still apparent, but a little less heavy once it met your soft gaze. “Don’t be pouty.”

“I’m not…” he mumbled, cheeks squished under your palms. A small blush bloomed across the apples at your teasing giggle. “You’re the one that’s upset, not me. Why do you care if they misrepresented how I am in bed? Shouldn’t you be happy it’s inaccurate?”

Now it was your turn to huff, your bottom lip sticking out. Kageyama’s eyes honed in on its pillowy surface instantly, licking his own as he restrained himself; there’d be plenty of time for that later.

“I mean, yeah but…I don’t know. It just…feels icky knowing there are random people around campus theorizing about your dick size in the comments, or if you cry after an orgasm. The least they could’ve done was be a little accurate if they’re gonna cause us all this trouble.”

“Us? Pretty sure I’m the victim here. Who sucks at aftercare, apparently.” He scoffed, of which earned another giggle from you. “Besides, the only person I care about knowing any of that stuff is right here. They can take their 6/10 and fuck right off. I know my baby would rate me higher than that, right?”

You pursed your lips, avoiding eye contact as you playfully ignored his obvious bait for praise. Kageyama doesn’t take too kindly to that. He softly glared at you, arms tightening their hold around your waist and pulling you even closer to his toned chest.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh? That’s fine.”

Before you could register what happened, your boyfriend swept you up without struggle and gently tossed you onto his bed. “However, I will admit they were right about one thing.”

With a slight bounce, you couldn’t fight the delighted squeal as you watched him prowl towards you.

“Oh, really? And what’s that?”

He hummed softly, large hands traveling up your legs from the ankles all the way to your inner thighs before spreading them open to rest in between them. Finding home there for a brief moment, Kageyama practically smothered you under his gaze, attention once again zeroing in on your lips. He could feel his restraint dissipating, biting his own lip before slowly leaning down to place warm kisses against your skin. He left no spot unloved until he eventually stopped at your ear, his warm breath sending chills down your spine.

“I’m pretty damn good with my hands.”

Like Kageyama, AKAASHI didn’t care to know much about the list. He knows a good chunk of guys that ended up on it personally, and based on the conversations he’s heard them have it sounded like nothing but trouble.

And he was right to assume such.

One afternoon a few of his friends came barreling toward him during his break in between classes, each sporting various expressions that ranged from extreme determination (Bokuto) to absolute amusement (Kuroo), while the third looked as if they were brought there against their will (Kenma). Slowly, Akaashi lowered his sandwich with a sigh; so much for a peaceful lunch.

“AKAASHI.” Bokuto exclaimed, hands slamming down on the table to keep himself from nearly toppling the man. Akaashi flinched slightly at the volume, but before he could reprimand him, Bokuto grabbed him by his shoulders and looked him square in the eyes with grand intensity. “How could you be so selfish? I thought I raised you better than this, young man!”

The former setter gaped; that’s not at all what he was expecting to hear. It didn’t help when Kuroo started busting a lung, both hands on his knees as his hyena-esque laugh bounced off the walls of the canteen. Kenma side-eyed the business major before going back to playing some game on his phone, offering the ravenette a soft greeting, then helping himself to a chair.

Akaashi acknowledged the pudding-head with a small nod, sharp eyes redirecting back to his senior as he removed the rough hands from his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you cheating on [_____]!”

Akaashi blinked. Then, like a switch, his eyes nearly popped out his head as he registered the spiker’s words.

“WHAT.”

Kuroo, after finally catching his breath, gave a hearty exhale as he placed a hand on Bo’s shoulder. “Way to rip off the bandaid, buddy. Thought we agreed to work our way up to that part.”

“Screw that! I demand answers! Can’t believe I’ve been friends with a no good, cheating scumbag, hmph.” Akaashi blanched at the harsh accusation, falling deeper and deeper into a state of pure shock.

“Wait, hold on—”

“Whoa there, let’s not jump to conclusions. The man hasn’t even gotten the chance to speak for himself. I’m sure there’s a logical explanation for this whole thing.” Kuroo reasoned, but was obviously eating it up. Kenma lightly scoffed.

“You’re so full of shit.” He voiced, not even bothering to lift his gaze away from the game. Kuroo gasped dramatically at the dig, hand over his heart and everything. The former paid him no mind.

Akaashi abruptly stood. “Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on? I’m not cheating on [______], who’s spreading such a thing?”

Bokuto squinted. “Oya? Then how do you explain this?”

Like incriminating evidence being shown to a jury, the silver-haired tank pulled up the updated version of the list on his phone that was posted over an hour ago. Akaashi was still perplexed until he saw it. His name. Oh, god no.

Akaashi snatched the device to get a closer look just to make sure it wasn’t some sort of prank. To his dismay, the post was legit. Oh, god no.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…”

“Uh huh, busted your ass!” Bokuto snatched the phone back only for Kuroo to then take it from him. “Hey!”

Clearing his throat, the sly bastard began reading the caption. “‘Keiji Akaashi. 6’0ft tall, pretty boy with intelligent steel blue eyes. His mysterious nature and bored expression would automatically put him under the Dom category, but I can see right through him.’ Wow, they make you sound like some sort of experiment.”

“Don’t read that outloud!” Akaashi lunged forward, only to be stopped by a large hand in his face. “Omf-! Fohkuto-son!”

“What? Ashamed of yourself? You should be, traitor!”

Kuroo continued. “‘What many would believe to be the strong silent type, I believe there’s a sensitive side to him. That’s why I declare Keiji Akaashi to be a Switch with Sub-leaning tendencies, who’s not afraid to be vocal and would 100% let you peg him. 11/10. Would fuck again.’ Holy shit, this is gold.”

“Jesus Christ,” Akaashi felt like his entire face was on fire. This was like his worst nightmare come to life, and apparently now everyone on campus could participate in his misery. “This cannot be happening to me…”

“Oh, me, me, me. Is that really all you can say for yourself? What about [_____], huh? How do you think they’d feel after finding out their boyfriend is an unfaithful—”

“I DIDN’T CHEAT ON MY S/O, BOKUTO-SAN. That isn’t even the purpose of the list, you should know, you’re on it too!”

Bokuto gaped. “I am??”

Akaashi groaned, sinking back into his seat. His hands dragged across his face in distress, feeling as if he aged ten years from this mishap alone. But, Bokuto had a point—How were you feeling about all this? Had you seen it?

Luckily, he didn’t need to wonder for long.

“Keiji!”

He flinched, as did the two stooges hovering near him. Kenma was the only one to greet you normally while everyone else resembled deer in headlights; this immediately alarmed you. What you expected to be a surprise lunch with your boyfriend since your class let out early, now felt as if you just walked in on an intervention. After taking in the weird atmosphere, you eyed Akaashi with mild confusion. “Uh…is everything okay?”

“It’s all good, [_____]! Turns out my best friend isn’t a scumbag after all. Akaashi is definitely not cheating on you, so no harm done!”

You did a double-take in bewilderment; didn’t expect that. “O..kay?”

Bokuto looked so proud of his declaration, chest puffed out whilst Kuroo looked like he could barely hold it together. Your boyfriend clearly had seen better days, frown heavy as he glared at his seniors; all he wanted was to eat his goddamn sandwich.

Eventually, you decided to just take a seat next to him, pulling out your own food while the two former captains began bickering about who knows what. Kenma continued to play his game, happily taking the apple slices you graciously slid over to him as a boost. After you got situated, Akaashi instantly plopped his head right on your shoulder, desiring comfort from the emotional turmoil he just endured.

You kissed away the stress lines on his forehead before opening up your bento, already having an idea in mind as to what’s gotten him so deflated. But, you spared him any further humiliation—You planned to report that stupid post later anyways.

You chilled outside the locker rooms waiting for ATSUMU, upon his request to walk you back to the dorms after practice was over. You told him there was no need, that you’d be fine walking back on your own, but he insisted.

And you were so glad he did.

While you were waiting, you mindlessly scrolled on Twitter until a familiar username caught your attention; @/FckIt22. Everyone knew of the infamous ‘Horny Bucket List’ going around and boosting already inflated egos, speculating and even sometimes outing people of their most lewd fantasies with popular guys on campus. You couldn’t help but watch the drama unfold every time there’d be a new update to the list, eating it up whenever it’d be someone you knew, or someone you would’ve never guessed to be on it.

And to your surprise, after you refreshed the page, it was both. Your mouth was slightly ajar when a picture of your boyfriend’s boyish grin greeted you, in his volleyball jersey, soaked with sweat and hair pushed back from his forehead; looking like a full course meal.

Eagerly, you tapped in to read the thread attached to the image, intrigued to know what was said about Atsumu until…

“...The fuck?”

As quick as your excitement came, there it went. Right there, in big letters for the whole campus, no, the entire internet to see was your boyfriend’s face attached with someone else’s name. And not just any someone.

‘O S A M U M I Y A’

You didn’t know whether to laugh, or what. Could they’ve seriously not been bothered to make sure they had the right twin? And not only that, they mentioned you in the thread. Didn’t bother to @ you, though.

That only pissed you off even further.

‘Osamu Miya. 6’1ft of muscle and charm, whose insatiable appetite won’t be satisfied until he’s had your thighs wrapped around his face for an hour AT LEAST. Not the most expressive, but make no mistake that he’s the ultimate brat tamer; no doubt [______] could attest to that.’

“I know damn well they didn’t just…” You muttered in disbelief, shaking your head as you read on.

‘But, if you’re good, he mayyyy let you top. Don’t think for a second you’re in control tho. Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for daysss. Doubt this man does anything but grunt and groan, but overall he still gets an 8/10. Yum ♡.’

Wow.

You weren’t expecting to see your future brother-in-law painted in this light today, but supposed there was a first for everything. To be fair, whomever ran the account sure knew how to sell a fantasy, but it didn’t excuse the lack of decorum they had. You felt a little disturbed, almost violated. One could only imagine how the twins would feel if they saw this…

“Hey there, stranger.” You jumped slightly at the sudden intrusion; speak of the devil. Atsumu wrapped his arms around your middle from behind, placed his chin on your shoulder, and gave a loving squeeze. “Ya ready?”

“Uh, yeah.” You quickly locked your phone.

A little too quick.

A small pout formed on his face. He immediately called you out. “What’re ya lookin’ at?”

“Hm?”

“Your phone, y’were lookin’ at something.” Noticing your shifty behavior, his grip around you loosened a little as he strained his neck to look you square in the face. It wasn’t long before a teasing grin spread across his. His eyebrows wiggled, “Ya lookin’ at porn?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lightly jabbed him in his bicep. “Yeah, ‘Tsumu. I was totally looking at porn. You got me.”

Atsumu shrugged, sporting an even bigger grin as he started to sway both of you. “Hey, no judgement here. But don’t forget ya got the real deal right here, darlin’. Whenever you need it, your lovely boyfriend will take care of ya. All’s ya gotta do is ask.”

He spun you around in his hold, and grabbed your hips. With low, tired eyes he stared deeply into your soul. His lopsided grin brought more damage to your already fluttering heart, not to mention his semi that was now pressed against your stomach; this man had been dying to have you in his arms for a while, it seemed. However, even with this sexual tension growing between the two of you...you just couldn’t help yourself.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Osamu.”

Immediately, his grin dropped. You did your best to remain stoic, but the absolute disgust that took over his face was just too good. Your body began to shake with laughter, small snickers escaping you as you bit your lip to hold it back. Atsumu was not amused.

“That joke wasn’t funny back in high school, [______], still ain’t funny now…”

“Oh, this is no joke. As of today, my boyfriend’s Osamu Miya, and apparently he’s my brat-tamer. Did you know that he won’t even let me top unless I’ve been good-?”

“Knock it off.” Atsumu glared, gently pinching your sides. You squirmed, but the teasing smile you had didn’t falter. “What’s gotten into ya? Tryin’ to get a rise outta me or somethin’?”

“Oh, you haven’t seen it yet?”

“Seen what?”

You unlocked your phone and showed him the thread. Atsumu held a look of utter confusion, squinting at it until it eventually registered what you were showing him. He’d heard about the list that circled around on campus, some of his friends and teammates used to brag, or complain about it to him when they ended up on it. At first, he found it entertaining…but now?

“THE FUCK?”

He snatched the phone out of your hands to get a closer look, catching on to what you’d originally been hiding from him in the beginning; Atsumu wished it had been porn.

“That’s what I said!” You laughed, incredulously. “The nerve of them to just mix the two of you up like that. And to add me into it without even bothering to tag me? Probably ‘cause they knew I’d call them out on their bullshit. Can you believe-”

“‘Unlike his brother, he’s got Dom energy for days’?? I totally have Dom energy! We’re fucking twins, why wouldn’t I? And ‘Samu ain’t no brat-tamer! If anythin’, he’s the goddamn brat.” Somewhere on campus, Osamu sneezed.

You stood there in bewilderment. That’s what he’s concerned about?

Crossing your arms, you watched him in astonishment. “So, you don’t care that they used your picture? Or the insinuation that I sleep with your brother?”

“‘Course I do! Ya think I like the idea of his filthy mouth being anywhere near you? And usin’ my picture to clickbait my supporters is just cheap. But nothin’ pisses me off more than anyone thinkin’ that bastard has better game than me. 8/10 my ass…”

You snorted. Why were you not surprised?

Taking a small step closer you grabbed his wrist and lowered it, bringing his attention away from the phone. Atsumu now wore a heavy pout, one that you couldn’t help but to kiss; so you did. With a free hand you reaching up to his nape and pulled him downward, capturing his lips. Catching him off guard, man nearly dropped your phone when your tongue slipped into his mouth. With a soft groan, Atsumu wrapped an arm around your waist as he tilted his head in response to your sudden affection, deepening the kiss as it instantly made his mind go blank.

You pulled away too soon for his liking, the blonde blindly chasing after you with his eyes still closed as a light chuckle escaped you. You thumbed at his bottom lip, wiping some of the spit left behind as he slowly opened his eyes. Atsumu’s honey-gaze seared right into you, the hunger from early returning as the semi he sported was now fully hard, thick and heavy as it pressed against your stomach—So fucking whipped, after just one kiss. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gazing at him lovingly, your nails raked gently through his hair as he practically melted into you. For a moment, you thought he’d start purring.

“What do they know, huh? How about you take me to my dorm and remind me why Atsumu Miya, my lovely boyfriend, is the only one who takes good care of me. Then, we’ll put that account on blast afterwards, what d’you say?”

His boyish grin reappeared, leaning in to place his forehead on yours. “Thought you’d never ask.”

KENMA felt indifferent about the list. Nothing about it made sense to him, and he left it at that. It didn’t matter how many times his friends brought it up, or how many people whispered about it during lectures—He had no opinion on it.

“You’re not even a little curious?” Hinata asked.

“No. Not in the slightest.”

The two of them were chilling in the canteen, in the student gaming section, both occupied with their own respective poisons. While Hinata farmed pixelated fruit on his switch, Kenma battled npcs on the public-shared ps4. The copper-head talked on and on about trivial subjects since they’ve arrived, ranging from tough assignments he nearly failed to new moves he tried in volleyball, while the quieter of the two responded occasionally when he felt it necessary.

Hinata gasped, looking up from his game in genuine surprise. “Whoa, Bakayama said the exact same thing. You and him are probably one of the few guys I know who aren’t interested in knowing if they’re on the list. Well, you two and Suckyshima. And Sakusa-san...and...”

This went on for a good minute.

Kenma sighed, neutral expression not matching the rapid movement of his thumbs across the controller. “It’s just some dumb list. Not like it benefits anyone.”

“Sure it does! I heard it brought lots of people together,” Hinata paused, tilting his head as he hummed in thought. “Although, I also heard it split people up, too. And caused a lot of rumors…and got that one professor fired…”

Yet another minute, passed.

Kenma couldn’t help but snort, at least finding his rambling endearing enough to stomach yet another pointless conversation about that accursed list—Why people were so obsessed with it was beyond him.

“Sounds like a lot of drama. No thanks.”

There’s silence between the two of them, the sound effects from their games being the only thing filling the space. Kenma continued rapidly mashing buttons, tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the level. However, he couldn’t help but feel like they were being watched. They were in a public space, sure, but…something definitely felt off. Choosing to ignore it, he refocused on the game. Hinata just finished up harvesting his watermelons when he suddenly let out a teasing chuckle.

“I wonder if [______] checked.”

Kenma’s thumbs stop. His character was taking incredible amounts of damage, but none of it registered after the mere mention of your name; the pudding-head flushed red. After a moment, he regained composure and went back to smashing buttons, ignoring how slippery his hands just got.

“…Why would they do that?” He muttered.

Hinata shrugged, “Well, just because you’re not curious doesn’t mean they aren’t. Believe it or not, you’re a good looking guy, Kenma-san. And if there’s a fuck-list going around where my s/o might end up on it, I’d wanna be the first to know.”

Hm. Couldn’t argue with that. He always feared you’d end up on the list, but eventually realized it only catered to a certain demographic, mostly focused on the more sociable students, so he figured there was no other reason to care. It’d be a waste of time, Kenma knew for a fact there’d be no chance of him being on it, his outward appearance be damned.

He practically spent his first couple of semesters cooped up in his room, going to class, bare minimum socializing, streamed with his camera off, rinsed and repeated. He didn’t make many new friends during that time, and met you completely by happenstance during a late night cram session in the library; how in the fresh hell would anyone think about fucking him if he rarely gave other people the time of day?

Kenma kissed his teeth, “You’re being annoying.”

Hinata merely flashed a bright grin, leaning over to playfully poke him in the arm. “Don’t mind~!”

The dirty-blonde playfully swatted at the intruding hand, earning a bright laugh and another poke from the ginger just for shits n’ giggles, before he returned back to his video game. Unfortunately, the eyes around him didn’t falter, some being less obvious about it whilst others didn’t even try to hide their blatant staring. After a while it started to get uncomfortable, even Hinata couldn’t help getting concerned once he started to notice.

“Uh…is it just me, or are we drawing in a crowd?”

“I dunno. Maybe they’re just waiting for me to get off the game…” Kenma reasoned. But deep down, something told him that wasn’t the case at all.

After some time passed with the situation not getting any better, he decided to just call it a night. There was no point in trying to relax anymore with all those people pointing and whispering. As he began to leave the game, not bothering to save his progress, his phone buzzed. Immediately, Kenma knew it had to have been you—He kept everyone else on DND. When he unlocked his phone, though, the gamer was shocked to see the overwhelming amount of notifications on the screen, all from his closest friends, minus the one he’s currently with.

It appeared they’d been trying to get his attention for a while. You must’ve been the last resort, as your message urged him to meet at your place. He didn’t need to be told twice, grateful for this escape from the prying eyes of the random bystanders.

“I’m heading over to [_____]’s. Sorry to cut our time short.”

The ginger simply smiled. “It’s okay, know you don’t like crowds. See ya later, Kenma-san!”

Kenma curtly nodded, offering a tiny smile in gratitude. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he made haste for the nearest exit, keeping his gaze locked on the ground until he made it outside. He could feel the eyes following him as he left, making a cold chill run down his spine. He couldn’t wait to get to your place.

When he eventually arrived, his knuckle barely grazed the door before it flew wide open, startling him a little. Before he even had time to catch his jumping heart, you pulled him into your embrace, making him tense up slightly until he soon melted into your familiar warmth. Sanctuary.

“I’m so sorry, Ken. You must be devastated.”

“Um, I’m fine...” he mumbled. Your arms only grew a little tighter around him, as if you were…shielding him? Eventually you pulled back just enough to look at him, searching his eyes for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Why would I be devastated?”

You blinked widely at him. “You mean you hadn’t seen it?”

He squinted, visibly confused, and your silence did little to calm his wariness. Another cold chill traveled down his spine, hairs on the back of his neck standing straight up as he struggled to figure out what this feeling meant. It wasn’t until after you gave a strained smile, sympathy swirling within your gaze, did it eventually hit him like a semi truck. The flooded messages, the suffocating stares, the whispers...It couldn’t be.

He slowly began to shake his head. “No...”

You exhaled. “Yes.”

‘Kenma Kozume. 5′6ft recluse with the mannerisms of a kitten. But don’t let his meek demeanor fool you—it’s always the quiet ones you need to look out for. Though his posture may appear questionable, we all know it’s because of the monster between his legs dragging him down, baggy clothes no doubt concealing an absolute masterpiece of toned skin for you to mark up. The effort he puts into playing video games, don’t expect the same amount in the bedroom. I believe Kenma to be a lazy Switch with Sub energy, who’ll spend most of the session on his back, but that’s okay. We stan a pillow prince. 9/10.’

He looked at your phone with mild disgust. “You’re fucking joking.”

“'fraid not. It was posted less than an hour ago, probably while you were gaming with Hinata. Kuroo was the first to see it, and sent it to the groupchat. That’s why I assumed you had seen it already. Dammit, I knew someone would notice how hot you were sooner or later. And here I thought I was doing a good job gate-keeping you. ”

“Don’t just say stuff like that out loud...” He flushed, tugging on your sleeve in mild embarrassment. After composing himself, Kenma let out an irritated exhale. “What a pain. Whatever, this’ll probably blow over by tomorrow. Someone else will be posted and they’ll forget all about me. Guess I’ll just keep an even lower profile until then. Shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Laying together on your Snorlax beanbag chair, Kenma turned on his stomach to bury himself in the plush cushion, wanting to forget this whole nightmare. But, you weren’t gonna let him wallow so easily. Tugging on the shoulder part of his sleeve to get his attention, Kenma groaned before tilting his head slightly to peek at you with one eye through the curtain of his hair.

“You don’t understand, Ken. Bitches practically froth at the mouth for the sexy, socially awkward, gamer-boy type with the messy hair and lax attitude. I would know, I am bitches!” He snickered softly, rolling his visible eye. “My point is, this most definitely will not blow over by tomorrow. Not when they’re already hooked on the fantasy of you.”

“Exactly, a fantasy.” He said, slightly muffled. Shifting to lay on his back, Kenma rested his arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “Meaning they’ll never get to know the real thing, so eventually they’ll get bored. You shouldn’t work yourself up over this, kitten.”

“Yeah, but what if someone-”

Reaching over, Kenma gently flicked your forehead. With a soft yelp, you half-heartedly glared at him before going to retaliate with your own flick. He merely grinned, eyes full of mirth as he swiftly grabbed the hand and used it to pull you in closer. “They won’t. And even if they do, I'll just get Kuroo to tell one of his lame jokes to scare ‘em off. Problem solved.”

You lightly hit his arm, but still graced him with a laugh. Somewhere on campus, said rooster-head sneezed.

#🍁wasabi #hq #hq!#hq scenarios #hq smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #hq kageyama #hq akaashi #hq atsumu #hq kenma #the fuck-it list

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hqkalon · 11 months

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𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐒. 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐍

cw— nsfw, coitus, riding, pleading, creampie, dirty talk & overstim.

an: not proofread, I've been a busy woman this week !!

GROANERS — “fuuckk yeah, baby. just like that.” he bounced your lower half up and down his shaft, hearing the sinful sound of skin on skin clapping within each movement. sweet nothings feel from your lips with your palms planted against his chest, holding yourself up. "so full." you whined as the tip of his cock repeatedly kissed your cervix, balls deep inside your poor pussy. "yeah? you like that shit don't you." he teased, angling at that perfect spot which has your filthy cunt squeezing so desperately. "mmm, that's it princess. keep squeezing me just like that." he choked out with a rasp as you felt your core close in with unspeakable pleasure.

“m-more, more, more!”, you plead feeling your high near as he rose your hips above his dick before slamming you back down his length, “hnngh shit." heat poured through your core as your vision saw red and black. walls fluttering around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, "hahh, fuck, fuck, fuckk." he lowly grunted, using your cunt as his personally fleshlight as your legs began to quiver. "t'much baby." sinful moans fell from your lips, "yeah? almost there." his voice shook as he relentlessly fucked into your, feeling his dick twitch inside you as his breathing became heavier. "ooh shitt." he groaned, before shooting his warm load inside you. slowly riding out his high.

yami, toji, eren, geto ??, dabi, tengen, atsumu, kuroo, zeke, crocodile, zoro, shidou, suna

WHIMPERERS — his hands palming the fat of your ass as he subconsciously thrusts up, angling at your g-spot. “ooh shit angel.” his voice shook a bit, biting his lip to silence any escaping moans as his thrust staggered a little before wrapping his arms around your waist, locking your body in place as he pounded into your aching cunt. “mphhm!” your arms latched around his neck, feeling that fuzzy warmth look throughout your lower half as he chased his high. “y-your squeezing me so good.” he moaned with a strained voice.

“ahh, slow down!” you panted against his ear as the pace of his thrusts did everything, but slow down. “so mph-close.” his eyes screwed shut as he planted his feet on the mattress, “nghh, so close.. so closee!” he whined, thrusting deeper into your sweet spot. “f-fuckk m’about to cum.” you cried, feeling your nerves bundle together in pleasure, “hahh, bouta cum too!” his mouth gaped as his toes gripped the sheets beneath him, thrusting at an animalistic pace. soft moans fell from your lips as your orgasm washed over you, clenching around him so perfect. “fuck, fuck, fuckk! c-cumming, cumming!” broken moans slept past his lips, spurting his warm seed inside you.

hinata, armin, kenma, bokuto, rengoku, choso (idc idc), sanji

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verahella · 2 months

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ᡣ𐭩 HQ DAD MOMENTS !

✎ feat. k. kozume, k. tobio, o. tooru

ᡣ𐭩 KENMA KOZUME

it’s about three a.m and kenma really needs to pee but he’s scared that you’ll creep up on him and scold him, like his parents used to (he swears he’s an adult). he sighs, family never changes.

the door creaks open.

kenma spins in his chair slowly, “now listen, i can explain—”

his baby sits on the ground, big curious eyes wandering from him to the monitor.

kenma lets out a sigh, pulling his headphones down to his neck, “shouldn’t you be asleep?”

miyu tilts her head as if to ask him the same question.

“fine, fine.” kenma mutters, picking her up and wrapping an arm around her to keep warm as he spins back around, “i’ll let you play with me as long as you keep quiet.”

he narrows his eyes at her, “and no throwing up or pooping.”

miyu smooshes kenma’s cheeks together in acceptance and he nods, holding out a finger to which she wraps her hand around. “we have a deal then, partner in crime.”

the next twenty minutes pass in a blur, with his daughter criticising him with her babbles and pulling on the strings of his hoodie while kenma tries to shush her in the quietest way possible. the sound of keys being smashed fills the silence as kenma takes a break, rubbing his eyes.

he freezes immediately when he hears footsteps trudging to his room. oh shit.

kenma prays that it’s some ghost instead of his wife but he knows the pattern of those steps too well. kenma rushes to manoeuvre under the table and miyu lets out a traitorous giggle when he bangs his head.

the door opens and you yawn, rubbing your eyes.

“kenma?”

“what the—” your eyes squint in the bright glare of the monitor but even half asleep and caught between reality and dreams, you don’t think kenma can shrink so quickly, “where’s papa?”

your baby stares at you blankly, sitting in her dad’s gaming chair and wearing too large headphones that slip off her ears.

kenma doesn’t have to look to know she snitched so he sneaks out of his hiding place. not before banging his head once again though.

like the sadists his family is, miyu laughs again while you give him a look that says ‘you deserved it’.

he rubs his poor head to soothe it, “listen, i can explain—”

“you’re on diaper duty for the whole of next week.”

ᡣ𐭩 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

it breaks tobio’s heart when your daughter comes home from school with a tear stained face. her unicorn backpack is dropped on the floor with a thud as she rushes to burrow herself into her dad’s leg.

tobio picks her up and settles her onto his lap, frowning as he awkwardly pats her head. your daughter curls into him, fisting his shirt tightly.

“what happened?”

your daughter looks up at him, eyes brimming with tears, “s-some boy said that my nails s-sucked.” she mumbles through a soft pout on her lips.

tobio’s frown deepens as he looks down at her chubby fingers fiddling with his shirt. sure, one hand with pink glitter and the other with various shades of rainbow wouldn’t be his first choice but anything looks cute on his girl (his words, not mine.)

“they’re idiots. your nails are fine.”

he thinks that isn’t the right thing to say when her bottom lip starts wobbling. panic twists into his chest and he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind, “you can paint mine.”

her sniffles pause, “really?”

no. he doesn’t want to go out with gem nails from a five year old’s nail kit. “really.”

her eyes brighten up and tobio thinks the impending doom of embarrassment is worth bearing when she bounces and skips to get her nail kit.

hours of frozen playing in the background pass and that’s how you find your husband finishing up the last of his clumsily painted nails at ten in the night, your daughter tucked into a burrito of blankets and drooling on his chest.

your gaze snags on the heart drawn on his hand and a soft smile spreads on your lips when you recognise the initials.

yeah. when the prize is his favourite girls’ smiles, tobio can definitely deal with his deformed hello kitty nails being captured on camera in his next match.

ᡣ𐭩 OIKAWA TORU

you’ve made many mistakes in your life but you’re starting to think that your biggest one yet is bringing oikawa to the mall with you.

he was already unbearable when you were dating, buying you anything and everything that you glanced at for more than ten seconds. but now, it’s reached a point where you debate between pretending not to know him (which is hard when you both have the same last name) or straight up abandoning him and going home.

“babe! check this out!”

you sigh at his excited yell and your baby mirrors your annoyance from her stroller, “what is it this time?”

“isn’t this just adora—hey, careful! that’s my foot!” you stop just short of running over oikawa with the stroller. he sighs and holds up a pastel dress only slightly bigger than his hand, “isn’t it adorable? the bow is cute too.”

he leans down to the stroller, eyes sparkling, “you like it, don’t you, yuko-chan?”

your baby spits out her pacifier in response, crossing her chubby arms. you barely stifle a laugh at oikawa’s shoulders drooping.

“you’ve been spending way too much time with that thug, uncle iwa.” toru pouts.

at the mention of her favourite person in the world, yuko brightens up, clapping her hands. this time, you do laugh when oikawa’s jaw drops open.

“you wound my heart, yuko-chan.” he places a hand over his heart, letting out a sigh like a damsel in distress, “give papa a kiss and fix him up again.”

he looks down at her and finds her chewing on her thumb, attention diverted to a panda plushie. oikawa sighs and takes matters into his own hands, lifting up the baby to his eye level. the two have an intense staring contest before yuko pulls down her lower eyelid, blowing a raspberry at her father.

“wonder who she learnt that from,” you say drily.

your daughter is the only one who, aside from you, can humble her father and she does a good job at it, humiliating him everyday. oikawa doesn’t mind though, offensiveness gone in an instant as he peppers kisses all over yuko’s face. he coos at her little grunts before carrying his victim over to another trial of clothes.

you smile at your little family and follow them, dropping the panda plushie into the cart. you know toru will come back looking for it again anyway if you don’t.

anything to make his little girl happy.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #kageyama x reader #oikawa toru #kenma kozume #kageyama tobio #vera’s.hq.library.✎

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Soft Haikyuu Headcanons

Oikawa turns the ac down in the bedroom, even in winter, so he has an excuse to cuddle you, he knows damn well you've noticed, and you don't have the heart to stop him;

Tsukishima keeps a pair of earbuds to replace his headphones whenever you want to share his music (or forget your own);

Shoyo knows your guilty pleasure food and makes sure to get it the second he sees any sign of you having a bad day;

Ushijima, who had no idea how to be in a relationship growing up, takes a lot of his cues from you, particularly out in public. Someone will ask him about your relationship in public for the first time and he'll look at you like an oversized lost puppy, as if asking permission to tell them you're his lover, he's just so proud to tell people you're his;

Atsumu knows exactly when he's pissed you off, seriously pissed you off, and he doesn't mean too, usually. He begs Osamu to make you apology food since he knows you love his brother's cooking, then writes a very sheepish love note to go with the meal when you get home. Please forgive him, he will cry;

Suna has no respect for your sleep schedule, normally, but on nights when you just can't get to sleep, he's your saving grace. Be it meditation music, cuddles, some food, whatever the hell will help you relax and switch off, he's on it, no matter the time, he's the only one allowed to keep you awake;

Kenma's streams always explode every time you make the briefest appearance, whether it's just your hand dipping into the frame to give him a fresh drink or you darting by, making peace signs at the camera on your way to kiss your boyfriend goodbye for the day, his fans adore you. There are Youtube compilations of all your appearances, edited to point out the lovesick look on poor Kenma's face;

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Hi i really loved ur content about submissive Kenma. Can u write a fic about kenma again🥺🥺 like the reader was so jealous because some ramdom girl is flirting with kenma. Thats why she ended up fucking him all night u knaurr

jealousy, jealousy | sub!kenma kozume

wc: 1k+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, pegging, possessiveness/jealously, begging, jealous sex, aftercare is mentioned though its not written, established relationship, slight crying

note : oh my god thank you! 😳

and im sorry but i forgot to write how the reader kept fucking him all night :,)

"Oh hello~ you're rather cute, aren't you?" You ignore the voice, thinking it was just a girl hitting on a random person. That's until you hear the high pitched voice again asking the person for their number, except it was closer this time and a familiar voice answers afterwards.

"N-No thanks... I'm not i-interested.."

You stray your attention from the item in your hand to the familiar voice and furrow your eyebrows when you see the scene.

Kenma, who's your boyfriend to make it clear, being flirted on by this clueless girl who, though he denied her advances once already, thinks she still has a shot and keeps on trying to talk to him. She's getting rather close to him too, making him have to take small steps backward in order to keep the distance between them comfortable, a slight blush on his cheeks.

You feel anger bubble up inside your body as you furrow your eyebrows, glaring at the girl. You know the emotion you're currently feeling loud and clear: jealously.

Knowing how Kenma hates being social and would rather stay inside and play video games over anything else, your boyfriend is probably hating all the attention that he is currently getting from her. Hell, judging by the facial expression he has on it seems that he would rather be anywhere else than at that very spot.

Having dated him for a while now, you know the poor boy won't find it in him to be able to find the words to shut her down directly. That's where you come in.

Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself down before you mindlessly do something you would regret. Walking towards the two, Kenma sees you and his eyes immediately light up, begging you to help him out of the situation.

Grabbing his hand more harsher than you meant, you immediately begin walking towards the cashier section while completely ignoring the girl right there.

"C'mon, babe. I'm done getting everything."

Kenma blushes at the venom in your tone. He could feel the jealousy radiating off you and honestly? It's rather hot.

But he can't help but be nervous about what's going to happen to him.

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"P-Please! i'm s-sorry!" He lets out another sob as you hit all the right spots in him with your strap. Due to the sheer size of it, it fills him up almost too perfectly, making him whine and whimper underneath you as you continue to pound his insides.

Tears brim his eyes as you brutally fuck him stupid. All he can do is lay there as pleasure courses through his body in waves making him unable to do anything without being shocked with pleasure seconds later. He's a pillow princess, really, but oh do you love it.

Mere minutes if not seconds after you entered the shared apartment between you two do you already have him trapped on the bed underneath you, one of your biggest straps entering and exiting him easily and quickly due to prep. His top half is still covered by a hoodie as you were too focused on revealing his bottom half.

"Oh don't worry, baby." You clench your teeth. Your thighs are absolutely burning but you don't dare stopping for even a second. You remember how touchy the girl was being with Kenma and you speed up your thrusts even more, jealously fueling your adrenaline. "I know you're sorry. Just gotta make sure that the next time that girl sees you-," you start to say. "Well the next time anyone has their eye on you, they'll see the hickeys on your neck and decide to leave what what's mine alone."

A shiver runs down Kenma's spine as your possessiveness makes blood run far down his body. His hands make its way into your back, latching on and digging his nails into your skin, making you hiss from the slight pain it causes. The grip you have on his hips is hard enough to leave a mark but it allows you to easily fuck in and out of him and be able to control the pace.

"You're mine, yeah? No one else's. Mine."

He whimpers as a particular thrust of your strap has him arching his back and letting out a almost pornographic moan. Fuck, he looks absolutely breathtaking right now.

"Y-Yes- fuck! I'm y-yours."

You latch your teeth onto his neck and bite down, making Kenma mewl out from the slight pain. Making sure to leave a few more bite marks and love bites, you lick a few to soothe the pain. You don't care if they only stay for a few days, knowing you would leave more in the near future.

"Fuck- i'm close!"

With that information, you switch from quick, hard thrusts to slower, deeper ones that make Kenma's toes curl and eyes roll from the sheer pleasure he's feeling. He lets out another moan.

"Go on, baby. Cum for me, alright?"

And with that, Kenma lets loose. Whines, moans, and whimpers fill the room as your boyfriend stains the bed and his hoodie with cum. You continue slowly fucking him to ease him down from his high and Kenma whines from sensitivity when you pull out, leaving him to clench around nothing.

"Good boy," you say, kissing his cheek. He blushes red from the praise, almost as if you weren't fucking his brains out mere seconds ago. "You did so good for me." You're about to leave to clean him up until he grabs your arm, stopping you. You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Um... w-what about you though?" It takes a moment for you to process his question but once you do, you can't help but smile.

"Aw sweetie," you coo, making him blush even harder at the new pet name. "Don't worry about me, I'm just glad you enjoyed it."

As you go and get a wet towel to clean him up, he reaches to his neck and gently touches the hickeys and bite marks you've left there. Though it hurts as he slowly presses down on a bruise and he has to stop himself from letting out a whimper, he can't help but smile, a dark blush adorning his cheeks.

He's yours.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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