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tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise wordcount. 5.5k

a/n. commissioned by a lovely person who wanted to stay anonymous, thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your story, and i really really hope it delivers and you enjoy!!! this is kinda softer than my usual stuff but also still read the tws pretty please ♡♡♡ ya and ty and enJOYyy some tsumu

miya atsumu x fem!reader

“Come up, will ya?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You can’t help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.

“Shin, I-” you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that there’s too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shit— and really, you can’t help it.

Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. “Happy now?” you ask as you’re pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.

“Yes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, won’t ya?” He’s already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. You’ve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aran’s expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. “And you, you’re a third year. You’re supposed to be one of the responsible ones.” You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kita. It won’t happen again.” Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriend’s best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didn’t use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldn’t have anything else to do.

But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldn’t have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadn’t kept with it, wouldn’t have dated him, wouldn’t have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.

You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.

“Captain’s got it, I think,” Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive training— and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin you’ve come to expect of the star setter. “Yer still comin’ to our practices, huh?”

“Yes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, ‘m not just here to waste time and gawk.”

“Whoa, doll,” the blond isn’t fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, “I wouldn’t dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.” The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isn’t too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumu’s pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensity— will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, he’s already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.

“Would be even better if ya’d put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,” he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, “bet ya’d really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.” It sets you off, and he knows it does, because he’s dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. “Hah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.”

Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. “You’re exhausting.”

“Sure is,” Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. “That’s my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.”

“Ya got it, Cap’n. Of course,” he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but he’s pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell can’t tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didn’t know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.

Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isn’t too wild, considering, but it’s still loud and a little over the top— so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Suna’s house off its’ foundations. It’s warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.

Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while you’ve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now it’s all your turns… It’ll be safe to say you won’t see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You don’t get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.

“Well, pretty girl, ‘ve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?” His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin… isn’t that person. You wonder how much he’s had to drink. Not that you’re doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.

Osamu’s hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought and— with a quick glance around the room— has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesn’t exactly surprise you that the Miya twins aren’t the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumu’s shoulder, before crossing his arms. “That’s our last Captain yer talkin’ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.”

“Aw, Samu. I’m sorry, alright.”

You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. “Not abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,” you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. It’s not like you don’t like the twins. They’re obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but they’re insanely talented too. You would like them, if not for— Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. “Miya-”

“‘S gonna be weird without everyone ‘round, huh? I’ll miss ‘em,” he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s a sort of glint in Atsumu’s eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. “Well, a’least you’ll know me.” Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. “Yer goin’ to Tokyo uni, I’m goin’ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. It’ll be good. Don’t tell me yer just gonna ignore me when we’re gonna live so close together.”

You don’t think it over- Shinsuke must’ve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumu’s large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. “Oh, I don’t-”

“Come on~ for prosperity,” Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. You’re normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumu’s hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that he’s sat below you.

“Ya owe me a couple cheers at least,” Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. “‘Sides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for ‘em. Right Samu?”

“That’s what I heard, Tsumu.”

You don’t expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of support— all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but he’s busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- that’s what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isn’t like Shin, but then again, you suppose it’s a growing period. It’s natural.

More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isn’t too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isn’t so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. It’s not that you don’t make friends, or can’t make friends, it’s just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.

But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly don’t have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldn’t have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.

“I swear it, cross ma little heart,” the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- “am I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?” He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. “Make me feel better, c’mon.” Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.

You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. “Atsumu.” You’ve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing— but it sure doesn’t seem like he does. “I am d-dating Sh-”

“Ya keep sayin’ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didn’t ya say he hasn’t been responding to yer messages?” Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and stares like he’ll burn holes through the shape of you. “Ain’t that proof enough?”

“I know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.” You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. “He’s busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.” Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.

“Fine— fine! If ya gotta hear ‘im say it…”

The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.

‘I think it’s not working out. I’m sorry. We should break up.’

You’re staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You must’ve breathed it into existence, right? There’s no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. You’re halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. “Put that down,” he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, “you’ve been cryin’ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?”

“I didn’t ask you to come over,” your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldn’t be heartbroken at a moment like this. “You just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing you’ve ever had.”

“But yer glad I’m here. I know ya are.” Whatever. Maybe you’re a little glad for the company, but Atsumu’s flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. “He didn’t treat ya right anyway, don’t lie t’ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, c’mon,” his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “No more cryin’ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while I’m here, and I’m yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-” He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.

But he lingers, and leans in a little. “What? Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, and I- I’m glad you’re here-” It isn’t a lie, but he’s still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and it’s- it’s too soon— and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. “Atsumu-” you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.

“Stop runnin’. Yer always doing this crap, I’m…” He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. “Am I really so bad to ya? Hm?”

“Of course you’re not.”

He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window he’s cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. You’re not blind. That was never in question. “Come here.” Despite being conflicted, there’s a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, he’d leave. And you’re not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. “Ya weren’t this shy at graduation, y’know.”

Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. “What do you mean- graduation?”

“Just settle down, will ya? Jeez.” Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. “Always so damn skittish ‘round me.” You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumu’s touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down… it says enough. Too much, even.

And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, there’s a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised you’d make it work for him— and it's barely been a few hours. You can’t, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. “Tsumu, no. We can’t, I- can’t, let go.”

The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. “Yer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckin’ pretty,” he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.

“Tsumu, cut it out!”

“I know yer nervous,” his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and you’re buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, “didn’t do nothin’ like this before right? Know ya were waitin’- but I got ya now. Relax, I’ll make ya feel good. Promise.” The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesn’t even cross your mind— though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.

“No, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-”

His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. “Don’t say another man’s name when I got ya under me.” He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. “Ya’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.”

His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you can’t help but choke on your cries. He doesn’t look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. “Thought I was gonna have ta kill ‘im for you ta finally give in, but-” He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. “Yer gonna be a good little thing for me, ain’t ya?”

“Tsumu,” you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. “Let me go, I want-”

“You don’t know what ya want.” He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. “But I do. ‘N I’m gonna make ya beg for me so fuckin’ good.” He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. “See, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew you’d be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?” He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.

“Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.” The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but he’s back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. “People here hate ya, don’t ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. That’s why no one wants to be yer friend.” He rests his forehead to yours, so that you’re basically breathing each other’s air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats he’s wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. “But I’ve been ‘ere for you.” Another kiss. “I’m good to ya, too.”

The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions you’ve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesn’t care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you move— he’s so close. “So say you want it, or I’m leavin’.”

“I want it.” Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floaty— it barely feels like you said anything at all. “I want you.” He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.

“Here, kiss it,” he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so you’re on your hands and knees. You’re getting wet. Sadly, you didn’t exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesn’t care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. “I know it’s kinda bad but- I’ve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.” The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as you’re told. “Ahh, mhm.” He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.

“But not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?” The plush in your face doesn’t hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legs— and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. “Yer so fuckin’ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I haven’t even done nothin’ yet.” Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.

“Ya taste that? That’s yer pussy gushin’ like a whore for me. Only me.” He kisses like he’s got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And you’re forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldn’t ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. “Gotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? That’d be the nice thing to do. Even though ya haven’t been very nice to me, babe.”

“‘m sorry- Tsumu-” you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.

“No, you ain’t, little minx.” His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. “S’okay tho, I forgive ya. ‘Cus I’m gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, there’s still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. “Uhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didn’t you want me ta stop? Huh?”

“Hm,” you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. He’s so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, it’s mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumu’s thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.

“Alright, say thank you, Tsumu.”

“-thank you, Tsum-” you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. “Wait- condom-”

“Shhh, just relax. If you freak out it’ll hurt ya.” He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. He’s really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. “Aghh, that’s- it, that’s it, thatsithatsit-” He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you don’t want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he won’t anyway.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,” he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where you’re connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. “That good, huh?” He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.

“Fuck,” you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. “Tsumu, I-”

“Gon’ have ta wait, princess,” he suddenly chokes, “yer clamping down on me like crazy— fuck.” He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. “Oh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckin’ tight, god, fuck-” The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like it’s normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. “One experience at a time, right?”

“Ah, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.” Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because he’s quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and he’s on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. “Tsumu-” you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. “Ughn-”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. Not even close.” He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Can’t help it. “Yer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. I’m not done playing with my pussy.”

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND. ┊ fiancé!JNT. [ sfw.┊wc : 11.6k ]

synopsis. the nhk's special broadcasts centered around the jnt ‘monster generation’ lineup's future wives-to-be! ⸜❤︎⸝‍ 𐙚

content. haikyū!! / f!reader. JNT & staff. ongoing series. established relationships. horrendously downbad fiancés. fluff (with suggestive moments).

IT’S BEEN RAINING IN JAPAN. ┊ timestamps. [ sfw.┊wc : 5.1k ]

synopsis. when the storm clouds clear overhead, our love blooms. through the thunderstorms and rain showers, all i see and love is you. 𐙚

content. haikyū!! / f!reader. ongoing series. central theme of rain. 24 hrs clock. fluff (with some suggestive moments). standalone oneshots. mostly set pre-timeskip.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓚𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇

PUPPY LOVE. ┊ s. hinata. [ sfw.┊wc : 816. ]

synopsis. shoyo’s silly childhood dream to marry his childhood bestfriend.

content. childhood friend!shoyo / f!reader. fluff. established relationship (highschool). timeskip takes place third year of highschool. lowercase intended. not proofread. self indulgent.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓐𝐎𝐁𝐀 𝓙𝐎𝐇𝐒𝐀𝐈 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇 ノ 𝓢𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐎𝐇

MARY ANN. ┊ h. iwaizumi. [ sfw.┊wc : 754. ]

synopsis. “ginger or mary ann?” ⸜❤︎⸝‍

content. childhood friend!iwaizumi / f!reader. fluff. cali!iwa. longterm pining. implied LDR.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓝𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐌𝐀 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇

nothing currently . . .

𐚁 ┊ 𝓕𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝓐𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘

SANTANNY. ┊ k. bokuto. k. akaashi. [ nsfw.┊wc : 2k. ]

synopsis. riding bokuto & strip teasing akaashi.

content. smut. fem!reader. petnames. lowercase intended. post timeskip. restraints. unprotected sex.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓢𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝓐𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘

nothing currently . . .

𐚁 ┊ 𝓘𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇

VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL. ┊ fwb!inarizaki 5. [ nsfw. ]

synopsis. ‘friends with benefits’? more accurately fuck buddies with perks. you don’t fuck just any guy with a dick, and you certainly do not chase after men.

content. friends w/benefits!kita, suna, aran, atsumu & osamu / f!reader. smut. smau with written narrations. university!au. slow & sporadic updates. ON BREAK.

𐚁 ┊ 𝓘𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 𝓘𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐓𝐄

nothing currently . . .

𐚁 ┊ 𝓚𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐈 𝓗𝐈𝐆𝐇

nothing currently . . .

#𝒰𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒮𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎! ꒱ྀི #masterlist layout ib 4izawas.

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teacrying · 1 year

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Soft

I wrote this more as a female reader but a lot of them aren’t strictly that! And this is all about chubby reader because there is a lack of that.

Contains: Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shoyo, Ukai Keishin, Tsukishima Akiteru, Yamamoto Taketora, Aone Takanobu, Miya Osamu, Kita Shinsuke, Aran Ojiro, Bokuto Koutaro

Iwaizumi Hajime: He wouldn't mind anything but he tends to be drawn to thicker people. He loves how soft a chubbier partner would be compared to his hard muscular build. He also loves to leave marks and that means more marks on a chubby partner. Bonus points if you are shorter than him. He thinks you'd look angelic in anything and nothing.

Matsukawa Issei: Large boy requires soft, small partner. Thighs with some tummy chub are his weakness. He like's how your body would mold to his hands. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn’t.

Azumane Asahi: He is a large teddy bear and he would be open to anyone. Though, like Iwaizumi, he loves how their body would feel under him. Nuzzling into the side of their neck is his favorite. Also, he would love to design things specifically for you body type and have you model it.

Nishinoya Yuu: THIS BOY IS ALL ABOUT PRETTY PEOPLE. He isn't picky, he just wants to worship the ground you walk on. If you are taller than him his favorite spot to cuddle into is your chest. Soft and warm on either side of his head/face.

Sawamura Daichi: not a picky one but he does love the squish. He loves the way thigh highs sculpt your thighs and how some of your body squishes out of certain garments. Gifts thigh highs and garter belts just to see how they squeeze the thigh meat you have.

Sugawara Koushi: He loves how his fingers indent in soft flesh. He thinks it's perfect cuddle conditions and will make sure you know you're loved. He may be chaotic and sassy but you are his #1 priority and will make you feel as if you belong.

Hinata shoyo: He doesn't discriminate. Hell, he spent most his life being shit on for his height. He won't let some chub get in the way of his loving on you. Drinks his respect women juice thanks to having a mom and a sister he's close to.

Ukai Keishin: He doesn't care but he is almost always drawn to chubby girls. He'd probably think you are sturdier and loves the feeling of a soft body under his muscled one. He is a kinky bitch and having more flesh to mark is great for him.

Tsukishima Akiteru: He is a kind soul who doesn't care what you look like, the extra squish you would have is just the cherry on top.

Yamamoto Taketora: Another one who would bow down to you. No matter the shape of his partner he would show you he appreciates you every second he can. Gives him something to keep his hands busy if you guys are just watching TV or something.

Aone Takanobu: Another teddy bear. Let him carry you around the house, he'd think it's adorable. Warm and soft is all he is locked onto and he will make sure you know he loves even the chub on you. He loves you for you because he knows that being judge mental towards appearances is not great.

Miya Osamu: He loves a person who can eat. The squish is just an addition he loves. He is another one who feels like the squish is extra padding to manhandle. You would be his designated taste tester. No one is allowed to make fun of you in his presence even if it's just friendly banter, ESPECIALLY HIS TWIN.

Kita Shinsuke: First, I must say, what a king. He respects women and wouldn't even think about your weight, he might even like some chub. He doesn't understand why but the thought of a plush body next to him or even on him make his brain go 'brrrrrr'. I don't see him having trouble manhandling you before or after high school due to him being a country boy with his rice.

Ojiro Aran: Again, yet another king. He had years of dealing with the twins' bullshit for years so some extra weight on his partner is not a problem. Show up to a game of his in his jersey paired with thigh-highs you might break him if he sees. Thankfully he only sees after their game, despite how much he loves you and has seen you in less, he almost fainted. Iwaizumi could be heard laughing at him from the hallway.

Bokuto Koutoro: He has stated that he likes women on the chubbier side. He also has two older sister's that have told him it isn't all about looks. He is mvp of repsecting women. He probably would be happy no matter your weight because it's your personality and not your body he's in a relationship with.

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fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou · 1 year

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Hi! Could I request a scenario with the hq boys (or just Yamaguchi if that’s too much!) with someone who’s too nervous to make eye contact with them when they first meet, but one day they’ve gotten comfortable enough to look them in the eyes?

Sorry if that’s an odd request-

Hello Anon! Thank you for your request, it wasn’t odd at all. I’d love to do both of your suggestions, so I’ll write a Yamaguchi exclusive one after this <333

[EYE CONTACT]

He’s actually quite surprised when you make eye contact one day and temporarily looks away himself. He thought you hated him for a bit, not used to the obvious glancing away you did when he was in your line of sight. He assumed you didn’t want to get involved with him, but he doesn’t hate the sudden intimacy of locking gazes.

Iwaizumi, Shirabu, Konoha, Tsukishima, Sakusa, Kunimi, Washio, Semi, Kyoutani, Daichi, Aran

He’s over the moon when you decide to make eye contact. He’s gushing to his friends about the good-looking person he always sees, finally showing some interest, and frankly, his friends are also over the moon, purely because he’ll finally stop complaining that you never looked his way. He won’t admit it to you, but he definitely wants to keep up this little act of recognition.

Oikawa, Bokuto, Hinata, Komori, Sugawara, Hanamaki, Yamamoto, Nishinoya, Koganegawa

He gets extremely flustered and nervous when you look his way. He’s not ready physically, emotionally, mentally, socially- he’s just not. He fuels off the butterflies he gets when the two of you make eye contact and he knows you can tell from the sheer blush on his face. One day, you’ll be close enough for you to tease him about it.

Kita, Ennoshita, Akaashi, Kenma, Asahi, Kageyama, Fukunaga, Kindaichi, Ushijma, Lev, Goshiki, Yamaguchi

He plays along right away, winking the moment you make eye contact. He’s been waiting for so long, wondering when you’d have enough confidence and he’s incredibly happy that the time is now. He probably perfected the wink in the mirror a dozen times to get it right, waiting for the day you actually meet his gaze properly.

Atsumu, Tanaka, Kuroo, Suna, Terushima, Matsukawa, Tendou, Osamu

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letmeshouyouhowitsdone · 8 months

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𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 009.

haikyuu x m!reader

masterlist

[name] was the last of his team to step off the bus. he was more tense than usual. probably something to do with the devastating memories that came with facing inarizaki again.

apart of the first years, they all remembered the loss they had suffered after facing the black and white team last year. they had been lucky enough that itachiyama had knocked inarizaki off in the semi-finals in their second nationals, meaning they hadn't faced them since.

it was [name]'s first loss, something that stuck with him every time he played. he could never quite shake the heartache he felt. but it was just a practice match, he needed to remind himself. they had won nationals, surely they could handle a practice match with the team that placed lower than them.

that's right, they were ranked lower than them. [name] couldn't wait to see the look on miya atsumu's face when he mentioned it. the setter needed to be taken down a peg or two.

omoikane raised an eyebrow at the libero, already sensing something was brewing in his mind. "hirabayashi-kun, behave. inarizaki has been kind enough to allow us to train with them"

[name] scowled, offended, "i wasn't going to do anything!"

"we all know what you look like when you're planning something" yuuma slapped him on the shoulder, causing him to trip with the force of the hit. the h/c haired boy merely sent him a glare, shuffling over to his second year counterparts instead.

as they entered the gym inarizaki had already completed their set up, nets ready to go and drills in action. [name] knew it was purposeful, attempting to show off their skills and intimidate takumashii upon arrival. the second and third years remained unfazed, aware of inarizaki's skill levels and playing styles already.

the first years on the other hand were practically shaking like leaves. they looked ready to float away.

"cheer up!" susumu smirked at the pale look on their faces, amused by their fear. [name] sent him a small glare, remembering the shear panic on jun and yuichi's faces the minute they had shown up to their first tournament last year. it was hard to ignore the first time nerves and they could greatly impact the course of a match.

luckily for them, it wasn't a match they needed to worry about. just their reputation as seiichi had so kindly announced on the bus. [name] scowled at the third year boy, he was always stirring up trouble.

[name] followed along behind kousei, heading towards kita shinsuke and ojiro aran to greet them as captains. the older boy beside him bowed first, shaking hands with kita. [name] did the same with aran.

"thank you for having us" kousei spoke up first. "it's good to have another team to practice with"

"yes, it will be beneficial for us too" kita nodded, a small smile on his face.

"they're like robots" aran blanched, both he and [name] merely watched them interact.

[name] snorted, covering his mouth to hide his amusement as kousei side-eyed him. it was a silent threat. behave.

aran held back his own smile at the vice-captain's outburst. he was glad they weren't stuck up like atsumu had tried to tell them. sure, they had played against each other last year but they hadn't properly interacted before.

hopefully, this would be fun as well as beneficial.

this is was painful. [name] glared as he rubbed his raw arms. atsumu had been pelting him with serves for the past 10 mins, non-stop. he had yet to miss one receive but and it was starting to get on both of their nerves. the blonde setter grit his teeth, eye twitching in annoyance.

"you're never going to win whatever stupid challenge is in your head" suna remarked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at the smack that resounded when atsumu served yet another ball towards the libero. seiichi had been the one to suggest he and atsumu work together for their warm ups to put aside whatever rivalry they had going on. they had competed through every step.

the takumashii ace, the traitor, was currently laughing his ass off on the other side of the gym, leaning on kousei to stand up straight as he watched the pair miserably play.

osamu and suna finally reached out to stop atsumu's next move, dragging him away to join everyone else in picking teams for their practice match. they were going to have two matches at once so that all players could play on court.

[name], seeing this, finally dropped to the floor in relief. yuuma held a hand out, biting back an amused grin.

"come on, we shouldn't keep taicho waiting" [name] nodded along in agreement, following the older boy to the group despite his body's reluctance.

"cheer up, heiwa-kun" jun and yuichi flagged him as they approached, easily ready to tease him all day. he groaned internally, slumping his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ignore them.

"hirabayashi-senpai?" his saviour, the h/c haired boy's head snapped up immediately, expression glowing at the sight of ikehara tomio.

"yes, ikehara-kun?" he immediately shoved jun and yuichi to the side, suddenly full of energy as he hopped over, dragging the first year boy to the other side of the group.

"are we playing in different teams or as our normal team?" he questioned, unaware of his senpai's weird behaviour.

"i think we're playing in our regular team. why? you don't want to?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow at the shy boy. despite still being taller than his upperclassman, the boy cowered at the question, quickly taking it the wrong way.

"no, no! it's not that i'm complaining-" [name] laughed, stunning the boy again. he should probably be used to his smile now, after all, it was usually sent in the first year's direction. [name] pat his shoulder, trying to get him to release some tension.

"don't be so nervous, i'm not going to scold you" his eyes shone with amusement, "we can ask to switch it up, we're going to be playing a lot of matches today so it's fine"

"oh.. okay" tomio nodded slowly. "i wanted to.. i want to play with you, senpai"

[name] froze. his eyes widened slightly, blankly staring at the boy. tomio paused too, now unsure what he had said to warrant such a reaction. he blinked owlishly at [name], silently freaking out. they hadn't even known each other that long, was he being weird? did [name] want to be left alone? was that a weird request-

"oh" [name] slowly smiled, shyly chewing on his lip to stop the grin from widening. "well, i hope we can play together too, ikehara-kun"

the first year boy stood, stunned for a moment before also breaking out into a smile. neither had the chance to say anything, however, as omoikane and kurosu norimune, inarizaki's coach, called for everyone's attention.

"we're going to start with a few sets before our practice match later today. we'll be switching the team members every set so that everyone has a turn to play" kurosu begun to explain, the boys all nodding along to show they were listening. most of the boys were familiar with the way in which things were going to run.

they were quick to split themselves evenly, randomly assigning groups so that they could get on with the matches for the day. after all, they were all eager to get started.

the whistle blew as they the first group moved into position, officially starting the day.

[name] wiped sweat from his brow as they finished yet another set. it had been a couple hours since they started and he was beginning to feel the fatigue. he plopped down to the floor, gulping down his water, frowning when his bottle was empty. he sighed, eyeing the door and deciding whether or not it was worth moving.

a hand appeared in his vision as he glanced back up. his eyes meant miya osamu's, the grey haired twin expectantly raising an eyebrow at him. he held his own water bottle in hand, suna rintarou hovering behind him as they waited. he stared at them in confusion, taking the hand offered anyways and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.

"thanks" he softly uttered, moving towards the door to find a tap to refill his bottle with. the pair followed behind.

"ya read the court really well" osamu begun the conversation after a few seconds of silence. [name] glanced to his side, briefly squinting his eyes to see whether or not the inarizaki player was being genuine.

he hummed softly, acknowledging the statement. "i like to strategise" he shrugged it off, turning left at the door only to be met with suna standing in front of him.

"taps that way" suna pointed in the other direction, a small amused smile tugging on his lips. [name] felt his face heat up in embarrassment, turning around swiftly and speed walking past them. the pair barely restrained their grins, trailing after him.

"hey, heiwa-kun-" suna went to speak only to be cut off by the said boy.

"it's hirabayashi" he corrected automatically, filling up his water bottle now that they reached the tap. osamu and suna shared a look.

"hirabayashi-kun" he shrugged, "are you always this cold?"

"cold?" he glanced up at him, confused. was he referring to his behaviour? or his tone? had he already ruined any chance of the inarizaki team members liking him? or was it just because he didn't like miya astumu's behaviour?

"stiff?" osamu frowned, trying to think of a better word and scratching his head in thought. "stand-offish, maybe?"

[name] felt horrified, it was like middle school all over again! "what? where did you get that idea? are people talking about me?"

"i guess? you're kinda.. scary" suna thought for a moment before deciding on another word that only sent another pang through the boy.

"scary?" he felt himself wither away, soul leaving his body. "is that why people won't approach me?"

osamu snorted, "you're a really good player, most people find that intimidating. just look at atsumu"

"atsumu's a dick, though" suna deadpanned, "nobody wants to approach him 'cause he's rude"

[name] nodded, agreeing "he's mean" he paused for a second, screwing the lid on his bottle tight. "do i come off as mean?"

"i don't think so, just unapproachable" osamu lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug, unbothered. "hey, where d'ya go to middle school?"

"shiratorizawa middle school, why?"

"how come you didn't go there for high school then?" suna laid an arm on [name]'s head, leaning his weight onto the shorter boy. he huffed, sinking a little with the added weight.

"we moved to osaka so i had to change schools" he shrugged as best he could, unaffected by the change now. they moved back inside, ready to start the final match of the day.

"but you trained with top level players, right?" osamu continued his earlier thought, eyes seemingly digging into [name]'s figure. they were analysing despite the calm, light-hearted nature of the conversation. they were open to being friends but right now they knew in the backs of their minds that they would be enemies on court the minute the whistle blew in a competition. they had already felt the effects of it once.

"sure" [name] nodded, blinking slowly in befuddlement. what was the point of that question? he was obviously searching for a specific answer. "and i'm training with top level players now. what difference does it make?"

osamu merely stared at him for a moment longer in a brief silence before he and suna split from his side to head back to their team.

weird. [name] frowned slightly.

"-and then turnip-head was all geh!” hinata’s rambles were always weird, an experience [name] always looked forward to. he always brightened up his day. this time he was going on about his recent practice match with aoba johsai and karasuno's victory over miyagi prefecture's top 4 team.

from his description of the events that had happened, [name] found it easy to assume that most of seijoh's power relied on their setter, oikawa tooru. he hadn't seen much of the male after he graduated middle school but he had heard word of wakatoshi's constant taunts (not that he knew he was taunting or of the effect it had on oikawa).

”i’m a little surprised you won” hinata’s indignant screech made him immediately rethink his wording. “i mean that aoba johsai is one of the best in the miyagi prefecture for a reason. to win in your first match against them.. you did a good job even if it was a practice match”

the line was silent for a moment, a little awkward. hinata breathing quickened slightly through the speaker before he was bursting with energy once again. “anyways! we've got a new player too now, nish-nishi-nishiya i don't know how to say it but he's a libero like you!"

[name] smiled, ready to tease him. "don't move on, i haven't replaced you"

"aH! i'm not replacing you!" hinata whined. "i can't even say his name! besides, you'll always be my first libero and i'm not going to stop until we beat you!"

this time the silence was a quiet acknowledgement of how far the pair had come since they first met. while [name] had always had an obvious talent for the sport, hinata was a little more clumsy. they complimented each other perfectly, hinata with his innate physical abilities and [name] with his technique. they would make a powerful team one day.

but first, they needed to battle it out on court, after all, they had to see who would win.

bonus!!

"we'll need to get karasuno's guardian deity back" daichi hit his fist against his hand, determined look on his face as the team turned to exit aoba johsai again, brushing off the interruption from oikawa. they were proud of their efforts and the win in the practice match but they knew they had an incomplete team just yet.

"guardian deity?" hinata's face lit up, beaming at the sound of the cool name.

"our libero" tanaka grinned, laughing loudly at the thought of nishinoya returning. "his suspension should almost be over by now"

"libero?" the team turned to the orange-haired first year, ready to explain what a libero is until he continued. "the libero always gets a cool name. like heiwa-kun!"

"you know of heiwa-kun?" kageyama was the first to question him, remembering the times he played against [name] not too long ago. they hadn't expected hinata to know of anyone other than the little giant, especially seeing as he did have a wide range of knowledge in the sport, only really interested in being the ace.

"he's my best friend!" hinata grinned proudly, thumb pointing to his chest in a victorious stance. "he goes to a school in osaka now though.."

"your best friend..?" the team stared dumbfounded, minds blanking out as hinata continued on a tangent, admiration for hirabayashi [name] obvious in the way he spoke.

"yeah! we're gonna go to nationals and play him!" while the sentiment was nice, daichi and sugawara couldn't help but sweatdrop, sharing a look. they were not on a national level just yet.

"one day.. i'm gonna beat him!" hinata's eyes narrowed in determination, grin wide with excitement.

one day..

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a/n: ughhh i keep struggling with continuing! hopefully this is good. i'm very busy with uni work at the moment so updates are gonna take a while :(((

#aoba johsai #aoba johsai x reader #fukurodani #fukurodani x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #nekoma #nekoma x reader #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #karasuno x reader #karasuno

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thatwasntverycashmoneyofme · 1 year

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𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾

❥𝗌𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗍 : 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 (𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍)

{ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 — 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗉𝗐𝗉, 𝗃𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇, 𝖺𝖺𝗏𝖾, 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝖽𝗈𝗀𝗀𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾, 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗂𝗑 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀. }

"Alright y'all this is a practice match no need to waste energy recklessly. Atsumu if you keep arguing you'll be warming the bench." You sigh walking over to Karasuno's managers.

You introduced yourself. "Hey I'm (y/n), the manager." The brunette smiled slightly. "Hello I'm Kiyoko and this is Yachi." The smaller girl waved, you returned the gesture. "Having to handle a team of rowdy teenage boys is tough; that's why I got myself an assistant."

You sigh dramatically. "Yeah but I couldn't do that to someone else." You both laugh as she takes in your appearance. "I like your outfit." You thank her, it wasn't nothing much just a white tank and some gray biker shorts.

You expected to be moving around a lot, critiquing the boys and helping them get the balls; and no offense to the pretty girl but it was too hot to be wearing a damn tracksuit. You excused yourself heading almost across the court to get some water from the sports cooler.

"I'm Daichi, the captain." A voice interrupts your sip holding a hand out. You shook his hand, the firmness of his grip had you thinking of other things as you stared at it. "I'm (y/n), the manager of Inarizaki." You look up catching him smile.

"Ah I don't recall seeing you at the tournament; I think I'd remember a pretty face like yours." His smile so smooth and voice so deep you almost forgot you were 'working.' You giggled playing with the end of your twist.

"Oh nah, I couldn't come I had some business to attend." He looks you up and down. "Aw that's a shame I would've loved to see you watching me win." You nudge his peck slyly trying to get a feel of his muscle, which he caught on.

"You don't even know me." He smirks. "You could've been my good luck charm; I would've pinpointed you out." You laugh, face heating up as you tsked. "Stop playin." He looked at you pulling out his phone asking for your insta which you obliged.

"Ayoo manager practice is over!" Kita yells out from somewhere in the gym. Daichi waves you off with a "I'll text you later." You grin waving back.

"Soo manager what were you talking about with Karasuno's captain?" Atsumu poked. You sigh looking over him. "Nunya business." "They were flirting, laughing. She probably gave him her number." Another person giggled.

"Suna how many girls are you cheating on? How many baby mamas? Ohh thought so with yo toxic ass, mind ya business stay on that phone." He hissed raising his hands in surrender. "Yo Aran you better get yo girl, she acting out."

The bus laughs as you both tsk; You telling the boys to shut up and Aran looking out the window, face indifferent.

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"So you tryna make me look dumb now?" You were questioned as you set your shoes by the door and your bag on the couch. "Excuse me?" You continue down the hall until you're grabbed by the hand. "You excused."

You snatch your hand from the boys hold. "Aran...boy don't play." He sneered at you. "Little girl don't play with me right now. The fuck you doing flirting with our rival team, making me look mad dumb earlier."

Scoffing, you continue to your bedroom. "Boy…first of all don't little girl me, second i wasn't flirting, and third ain't nobody making you look dumb." He followed right behind you. "How the fuck does it look when my girl is fucking touching another nigga chest?"

"As far as I'm concerned im single... You made it very clear this was a situationship, so I can do whatever I want." You shrug. His brows knit up as he jerks you back, pressing you up against a wall, hand pinned to your throat.

"(Y/n), bruh, you gon learn to stop fuckin with me." You push at him, he didn't budge so you suck your teeth. "Don't bruh me, I ain't your brother or one of your little friends."

"You stay trying me. Bet." He let you go before pulling his shirt over his head. "Undress. Get in the bed." You did what he said not wanting him to throw a fit.

You couldn't lie to yourself you was getting hot, and you loved making Aran mad but his ass was gonna have to learn to be direct with you or you'd bust it open for whomever you wanted...and Daichi was kinda fine.

He sat at the head of your bed only in his briefs as he stared at you, stroking his dick from the outside. You bit your lip, he was trying to bait you but it wasn't gonna work today, you were too stubborn.

"Whatchu at my crib for anyways? Ain't you got stuff to do? Girls to play with?" You study him, arms crossed making your boobs press together, he licked his lips slowly eyeing you. You almost creamed.

He sucked his teeth. "Man (y/n) why you gotta play so much?" He pulled you forward onto his lap as you retaliate, pressing your finger to the side of his temple. "I don't be playin with you Aran, in fact you be testing me." He smirk, hands resting on your hips.

"So that's why you tryna make me jealous?" "I ain—" you’re interrupted by your phone notifications going off and Aran is quick to grab it before you, reading the message aloud.

"You got niggas texting you now?...'So wassup do you want a relationship or a fwb cuz I'm down for whatever'...?" He paused staring at your phone then at you before putting it back on the nightstand.

"So wassup with you? You ain't tell this man we together?" You shrug. "Cuz we not." His eyebrows are furrowed as his hand is once again on your neck. "Yo lips so pretty but all you do is talk shit. Suck my dick, do something useful."

You pull his briefs down lowkey marveling in it. His dick was a pretty two tone brown his tip the lighter shade as it stood at 8 inches, fat and heavy. Your thumb ran across his tip spreading the pre so his dick looked like it had a nice glaze.

You kitten lick the tip hearing him hiss. "Cmon now suck this dick like you mean it." He watch your tongue curl around his tip before going down getting his whole dick wet as you fondled his balls.

Y'all maintained eye contact when you lifted off of him, rubbing his tip against your puffy lips before spitting. It ran down his length, you rubbed it in twisting your fist around him. His eyes rolled back, letting out loud groan, you plunge down taking him all in.

"S-shit that's what 'm talkin bout." He looked at you observing how your lips puckered around his dick, biting his lip. You moaned the sound rumbling through Aran's core. He pulled you off of him kissing you deeply, his tongue dominating yours.

You pull away, getting air, a string of saliva connecting you both. He drags you onto his lap, hand going to your soaked pussy as he placed hickeys on your neck and shoulders. "Why you do this to me girl? You like how I fuck you when I'm mad?"

Letting out a heavy sigh you bit your lip, his fingers rubbing in between your folds, circling your clit. "Yea but you gon have to start claiming me or I'll find someone who will." He stared you in the eyes nodding his head a soft "Bet." leaving his plump lips.

It happened so fast, you arched your stomach on the bed, Aran behind you. You could feel his print in between your cheeks as he plays with the globes of your ass. He moved his dick rubbing it against your pussy teasing you.

His tip repeatedly bumped your clit, you were beyond horny but you couldn't give in so quickly, especially when his tip caught your hole almost going in. "Fuck Aran if you don't fuck me right now imma call over Daichi. I ain—"

The air is knocked out of your lungs, his dick sat inside of you uncomfortably, his tip pressing your cervix. Your back is arched deeper from the pain. He bent over your form, hand snaking your throat, biting your shoulder before he growled out.

"Yo (y/n) fuck allat shit. Must think it's fun to play with me or something, speaking another nigga name while my dick in you." You finally caught your breathe one of your hands reached back to push him away a little as you cried out.

"Fuck you hittin my cervix Daddy~ 'm sorry, 'm sorry." He chuckled sarcastically, gyrating his hips making you inhale sharply. "Ohh you sorry now? Gon stop fuckin around?" You mutter yes's and sorry's. He pulled out a bit, you could breathe now, he kissed your cheek then your mouth sloppily.

He slowly circled his hips, the wet slapping sounds made you heat up, you moaned as the pain that once stifled your lower stomach turned into pleasure. He kissed the few tears that fell down your soft face. "That's what I thought."

Your pride rolled its eyes internally as you whine. "It's not fair you can talk to other people but I can't." You hear him suck his teeth, feeling a particularly sharp thrust. "I ain't entertaining nobody."

You didn't say anything but it's like he could hear your inner thoughts. He sat up hands gripping your waist ramming into you making you lurch forwards gripping your sheets as you moan.

"This all yo dick baby, you don't gotta trip." He felt you tighten around him. "You like hearing me say that baby? This yo dick. All of it." You continue to moan, you tried not to release so quickly, feeling that familiar pressure building up.

"M yours too Daddy~ 'm sorry f-for talking to him." Your eyes roll, so close to the edge, Aran could feel the sporadic clenching of your pussy making him grin, slowing a little to precisely hit your sweet spot.

"Yea baby I know. And when I tell you don't talk to another nigga unless I let you—" You trembled, your orgasm was gonna hit you hard, you both knew that as Aran continued hitting your spot with precision. "I! Mean! That! Shit!"

"A-aran~ fuck fuck fuck!" You buckled, pussy squeezing Aran's dick tightly, your body flopped forward, trembling, ass in the air still. Aran pulled out jerking his dick off, three pumps later You hear him groan, feeling warm splotches fall on your ass. "Ahhh~ fuucck!"

Your eyes felt heavy, hearing movement in the back before soon feeling a cool sensation, Aran was wiping you down from your slick in between your thighs to his cum on your backside. When the rag left your body you fully laid in the bed, Aran coming to lay behind you, throwing the cover over y’all in the now cold room.

He pressed his head into your shoulder. "We been together together. I just didn't know you wanted labels 'n shit." You sigh. "Aran you are a fine ass black athlete bitches are gonna throw themselves at you regardless.”

You continue. “It may be my insecurity talkin but I would feel comfortable knowing that some would back off if they knew we was official; to know I’m the only person you messin’ with."

"Bet." He pulled out his phone snapping a picture.

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datboyaran: she's mine im hers and we'll beat someone tf up. @you

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He turned to face you kissing you softly. "We official now. So drop that fuck nigga from earlier." You smile wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I wasn't gon text him back anyways."

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rintarousgirl · 9 months

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i wanna be yours -- 4. fluorescent adolescent

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: there is heavy alcohol use and vomiting in this, but it's fairly quick so don't worry about missing much if you need to skip it!

Suna's voice was angelic.

That was the only way you could describe it. His voice still held that sweet-smooth quality, sugared words dripping from his lips like honey. You tried to focus on the lyrics, how sweet they probably were considering the girls screaming in the audience. You knew they probably wrote love songs considering they were attractive young men. But you couldn't focus on the song itself, not even the pounding of the drums of the thick bass line.

You couldn't keep your eyes (and ears) off Suna.

He was wonderful, more than wonderful. Beautiful maybe, or alluring.

And it continued like that for the rest of the night. Occasionally Atsumu would run off stage, grabbing a few waters for the rest of them. You managed to coax Osamu off stage to fix his hair, seeing as the hat and sweat had made it stick up.

For the next two and a half hours, you sat there, borderline mesmerized by the band. Kita sometimes would cheer at the end of songs, sitting in his chair by the steps. He seemed just as invested as you did.

As the band did a small q&a to end off the concert, you make your way over to Kita on the stairs.

"I want to do the tour for you," you say softly, hoping none of the mics on the edge of the stage would pick up your voice. "I liked today. A lot."

Kita smiles. "I knew you would," he says confidently, "I was being truthful when I said I had faith in you. I'm not a kind person, Y/N, you can ask anyone. I'm told I'm blunt and rude. I would not install all this false confidence in you if I didn't think today would work out."

You feel a little bashful blush grow on your cheeks, and you return his small smile with a beam of your own. "Thank you, Kita. It really means a lot."

""Course. Oh, and by the way, you'll be paid for this by next week. And you'll get a better pay for tour. I just realized we'd never discussed payment."

You wave your hand, "It gets lost in the rush to get the job done. Just remind me when I should stop by and pick it up."

Kita nods, looking back over to the stage. "There's an after party tonight, and there's going to be a few friends invited. You're welcome to attend, I'd be willing to drive you."

"That would be great! I'd love to go."

Your small conversation is cut off by the band ending the q&a. They blow kisses and wave, and they're happy. That's what matters. They're sweaty and gross and panting so hard it looks like they're about to pass out but they're happy. They come off stage, laughing and chatting. Suna's even smiling too, beaming as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

Aran's the first to approach you, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "How'd we do?" he asks teasingly, a biting grin on his lips.

"Great," you say honestly, "I was shocked."

He laughs. "I know, I saw you. Your jaw was on the floor."

You match his laugh with a giggle of your own. You brush your hair from your face. "Can you blame me? The music was great."

Aran nods, licking his lips. "Did Kita invite you to the after party?"

"Yes," you say, "where is it exactly?"

"The twins. They're loaded, like...their family is. They got this huge condo out on the beach. It's the best place to party, so it'll be there. I assume you'll catch a ride with someone?"

"Yeah, with Kita."

Aran smiles. "Good. I'm curious to see what kind of person you are when you aren't all stressed."

You hit his arm lightly. "Hey! I'm pretty relaxed right now!"

"Sure, whatever you say."

You don't notice Suna's gaze from the across the room, his eyes squinting, and his lip bitten. Aran does though, and swiftly moves his arm from around your shoulder and brings you over to the main conversation.

Aran wasn't joking when he said the Miya twins were loaded. When you pulled up outside of their mansion, trailing behind Kita's car in your own, you couldn't help the way your eyes widened.

Walking in, you were greeted by music, some hip-hop rap beat that wasn't familiar to you in any manner, but you could see a group of people in the kitchen and the smell of alcohol. You and Kita were a bit late, having been the ones to hang back and clean the rented space as the band met up with their friends at the Miya's house.

You enter the kitchen, feeling multiple sets of eyes on you. "Guys," Kita says, "This is Y/N, the new makeup artist."

There's a soft bout of silence, and you watch as multiple sets of eyes fall on Suna, who gives a half-hearted shrug. You tuck that little piece of information into the back of your mind to ask about later.

A girl, the only one other than yourself, walks towards you. She holds out her hand, and her cheeks are a flushed pink. "Hi! I'm Hitoka Yachi! Though you can just call me 'Chi, that's what most people do."

You take her hand with a smile. "Hi, I'm Y/N. It's good to know these guys have friends that are women. I started to feel a bit secluded," you joke to which she giggles and nods. She's clearly anxious, struggling to not stutter through her words with her anxiety. You mentally thank her for stepping up though, considering nobody else seemed quite interested in doing so.

Overtime you learn the other's name. There's Oikawa Tooru and Takahiro Hanamaki from the two-partner band SEITWO. They mainly talk to the Kita and Aran, but Hanamaki smiles at you from the kitchen island when you grab your third shot of the night. There's Yachi's fellow band members of KARA3UNO, Kageyama and Yamaguchi who you've heard of. At least, you know them better than you knew INARIZAKI.

There's also a man named Sakusa Kiyoomi, who seems to hang around the twins. You know of him a lot better than anyone else in the room. He was a famous producer, having produced some of your favorite albums. You were the most scared to talk to him. Like, you were the lowly makeup artist. Nobody else had bothered to invite their makeup artist. Though, then again, nobody else brought along their managers yet Kita was here with you.

Slowly, as the night progressed, you loosen up. You down more shots, and at one point you end up doing some disney karaoke with Yachi. Your voice is mediocre compared to the professional singer's, but people cheer for you nonetheless as the two of you dance around wasted.

Eventually, the shots you took for fun become shots you feel like you need to take. Shake of the edge that manages to keep crawling around your shoulders like a blanket.

Yachi bites her lip, drunk herself but not on the same level as you as you come stumbling to sit next to each other. Yachi steals a sip from the beer in your hand, and you hiccup, trying not to drop it.

"Uh," you mumble, "Who was the old makeup artist--for, uh, INARIZAKI?"

Yachi processes the question for a second, her face a bit sour.

"Kiyoko?"

You nod, feeling a bit dizzy. The name seems familiar, but in your muddy drunk mind you can't really remember much.

"She's like...my best friend. She's the only reason I really have a career at all, actually. When she worked for the band, she introduced me to..uh Sakusa, and he signed me up with Tobio and Tadashi."

"Seems sweet," you say truthfully, but there's still this sense that there's something wrong going on in your mind.

"Yeah, uh, she quit though...obviously. She quit because--"

Yachi must've been talking a lot louder than you thought you guys were because Suna strides over and pulls you upright. "'Chi," he greets with a nod, and she smiles.

"Sunarin," she replies, a nickname you recall Atsumu frequently calling Suna.

"I think Kageyama is trying to find you, seemed a bit urgent."

Yachi's brows furrow, and slowly she stands, your beer still in her hand as she calls out for her band member. Once she's out of the picture, Suna turns to face you, and you realize just how close you two were.

There are only inches between you, and you know you're both drunk, but Suna is easily one of the soberest people in the house. His arm is around your waist, and he quickly removes it, an embarrassed flush tinting his cheeks.

"Wanted me all to yourself, didn't ya, Sunarin," you tease, the alcohol allowing the words to flow freely from your brain to your mouth. Suna seems to notice this, a grimace on his lips.

"If you're going to call me any nicknames, I'd rather it be Rin."

"Okay, Rin," you draw out the 'n', but it still manages to snag a smile out of him.

"You're drunk," he points out, as the two of you walk. You notice you're going into an area of the house you don't recognize, but that isn't on the front of your mind right now. You're too focused on how pretty Suna---Rintarou looked in the dim lighting of the hallway you were in.

The sounds of the others partying deafens around you, and you don't want to hear anything but Rintarou's voice. "You're so pretty, Rin," you slur, your head lolling onto his shoulder. "I shoulda told you after the show. You sounded amazing."

"Thank you," he says softly, trying to direct you into a straight line. "You're very pretty too, Y/N." the words are truthful, you can tell that much, but there's this disappointed and almost sad quality to his voice.

"What's wrong?" you ask, blinking the daze from your eyes. Rintarou looks at you, chewing on his lip. He opens his mouth to say something but suddenly your stomach is churning and you're gagging into your palm.

Rintarou acts immediately, pushing you into a nearby bathroom and kneeling you next to the toilet. He pulls your hair from your face just as you finally vomit, the contents of your stomach emptying.

It was mainly fluids, considering you hadn't eaten much. The regurgitated alcohol burned your throat, and you coughed and dry-heaved even after you'd finished. Rintarou gave you a roll of paper, which you wiped your mouth with before flushing it down the toilet.

Closing the lid, you leaned back against the wall.

"Fuck," you groan, "I am so sorry, Rintarou."

He tilts his head. "For what?"

You laugh, out of absurdity of the whole situation. Usually you were more responsible than this, and you would limit yourself. The last time you got yourself this drunk was with your friends, and Akaashi had to drive you home, considering you couldn't drive yourself.

You probably wouldn't be able to tonight either, even if you were more sober now.

"For ruining your night," you explain. "I-I'm better than this. I was stupid." You place your hands on your face, trying to hide the tears threatening to pop up in your eyes and the shame being clear on your face.

He takes your wrists in his hands, and he holds them. He holds your wrists gently, and your fingers brush his lips. That's how close you guys were. He's kneeling in front of you, despite your breath no doubt reeking of alcohol and the fact you looked like a mess.

"You were having fun, that's what matters. You didn't ruin anything. Actually, you made my night a lot more interesting. Gave me something to pay attention to other than the idiots out there."

He laughs at his own words, and you try not to look too shocked. It's probably the most he's ever said to you, and you feel a smile make it's way onto your face.

"I'm still gonna feel bad."

Rintarou shrugged. "Well, I'm not judging you."

"Thanks," you deadpan, which pulls out a huff of laughter. Rintarou sighs, and runs a hand through his hair.

"Do you want tea? I kind of want tea, my voice is shot."

"Tea sounds pretty nice right now."

The two of you walk down to the kitchen, taking a less-public path. The Miya condo was big, so that means there were multiple ways of getting to the same room. This way, you could avoid the others still partying in the living room.

Rintarou goes quiet again, sensing that they didn't need to talk. It was nice not needing to fill the silence between you two with chatter. It's nice silence, soft and quiet. You sit at the island counter and watch as he manages to find some teabags in the pantry and begins to make tea for the two of you.

As the water boils, you rest your chin in your hand. "Again," you sigh, "I'm really sorry again. I know you said you wouldn't judge or whatever, but like, I'm still sorry. You should be able to drink and have fun with your friends."

"You're my friend," he points out, "I"m having more fun sitting here making tea then listening to Kageyama try to sing Taylor Swift songs."

You laugh, shoulders trembling. Rintarou smiles, shaking his head.

"You barely know me. Why are you doing me favors?" it isn't that serious of a question, but Rintarou takes it as one. He frowns, placing a cup in front of you.

"I know I'm not the best conversationalist but...you're new, this is your first introduction to the celebrity world. I guess I just want to make sure you don't get lost along the way or something like that."

"Sweet sentiment," you tease, "are you drawn to me, Rin? Couldn't possibly leave me alone?"

He huffs. "Are you sure you're not still drunk?"

"Not entirely."

"Well, either way, it's pretty pathetic that those guys--" he points to the living room, "are my only friends."

Your brows furrow. "Actually?"

He sighs. "Can't have many friends when you're famous. Doesn't end well."

"Oh?"

Rintarou looks down at the table and blows out a heavy breath. Then he turns around and takes the teapot off the stove. He puts the teabags into the cups and pours them.

"Is it why Kiyoko quit?"

You watch as his back goes straight and frigid, and you immediately know that it's the wrong question. Slowly, he turns around and pours your cup.

"I'm sorry--Fuck, that was a stupid question--"

"It's fine," he mutters, "There's a bunch of rumors about it anyway, I was kind of waiting for you to ask."

"Still, uh, it's clearly not a fun topic."

"You're right," Rintarou says, and picks up his cup and takes a sip. "But I'd rather not talk about it. Not yet at least."

"Okay," you accept, thankful that he was at least honest with you about it. You'd rather wait than hear some lie because he felt pressured to tell you. You didn't want to ruin...whatever you two were becoming anyway. It felt good to have a friend other than Kita in the band.

Well, you could consider Aran a friend, but he didn't pay much attention to you anyway. He was nice, but you really only talked to him because of his brother.

You take a sip of the tea, and it's warm and nice. The taste is strong but not overpowering, and Rintarou had just made it perfectly.

"Do you like tea?" you ask softly, lowering your cup.

Rintarou nods. "It's good for your vocal cords. A lot better than coffee. Yachi's voice is gonna be fried because she drinks so much coffee. She doesn't believe me."

You giggle. "Give her some of your tea, maybe she'll be convinced. It's really good. Better than any tea I've ever had."

"Thanks," RIntarou smiles, "I've been wanting to make boba sometime soon, try out new things."

"I'd like to make boba with you!" you beam, "I love boba tea."

He chuckles. "We, uh, we could plan something. Do I have your number?"

You shake your head and take out your phone. You slide it over to him, and let him type in his number. He sends a quick text to himself, before giving it back to you.

"I'd like that," you say. "Uh, this may sound weird, but could I take a photo for my twitter? I like to post on there a lot."

Rintarou laughs and nods. "Feel free. I like to post a lot too; my twitter page is a mess."

You take a photo of the two of you, and then take a picture of your two teacups. You quickly post both to your twitter account and send a 0.5 of Rintarou's face to Akaashi just to send him an update that you were in fact alive.

Rintarou makes a face when you snap the picture, and he gently pushed your phone down so you're looking at his eyes. "Couldn't possibly not have me in your camera roll, huh?"

He's playing on your own teasing words, and you let out a soft giggle. "I like taking photos of my friends."

"Good to know, because so do I."

And in a moment of surprise, he lifts his own phone and takes a rapid number of photos. You're caught off guard, and flinch as his flash goes off multiple times. You laugh, loud and free as you try and raise your hands to block the camera.

Eventually, he puts the phone down with a sigh. "How can I take good photos of you if you won't let me see your face?" he pouts, and it's so over-exaggerated that you couldn't help but laugh again.

And you did end up driving home that night, with multiple photos of Rintarou in your camera roll and an airy warmth in your chest.

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★ - y/n is usually a responsible drinker (as she said) but she let herself get loose tonight because she really enjoyed the concert (despite the nerves she was attempting to shake off) and hopes her job lasts

★ - the next chapter is going to have A LOT of smau stuff to make up for the lack of it in this chap. i just needed to get in the suna & y/n interactions for whats to come next ;)

★ - suna isn't a big drinker. he'll have one or two beers and that's it, which also means he's usually the designated driver.

★ - yachi had already had a few drinks prior to meeting y/n, so that's why she wasn't as nervous as she is shown in canon! though, she will be more nervous next time they talk lol

★ - more kiyoko lore ?? coming soon hehe

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 11 months

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Really random thought

Sakusa is dating a manager from another team and he gives them his jacket so he can find the in a tournament crowd and they wear it and there team sees it and they lose their minds

Probably tendou/noya and Tanaka

😂😂😂 bhahahahahhahaha ok but imagine it with Inarizaki 👀 Sakusa totes knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s been getting under Atsumu’s skin since 2012 ✋🏻

Sakusa told you to take his jacket because there was a “breeze” in the stadium and he was not about you getting any sort of sickness. He also wasn’t about to have you get lost in the crowd.

You shrugged, not thinking much about it because Sakusa would only ever mean well right?

Right 👀

You slip the jacket over your Inarizaki’s manager jacket because why not 🤷🏻‍♀️

You make your way back to your team and Akagi is the first to spot you

He’s all like 😐🤨

Omimi follows with the confusion because they are definitely sure their team colors did not change from Black, Maroon and white to freaking lime green and yellow.

Honestly iconic colors 👏🏻 10/10 to the Itachiyama design team

Ginjima and Aran spot you next and they are like

👁️👄👁️

Suna is just video taping this entire time 🙄

Kita notices you and narrows his eyes because he’s worried you’re cold and he can’t have that! Perhaps the Inarizaki jackets need more insulation 🤔

“Hey guys!” You say, as these dummies just stare at you

Thankfully the silence doesn’t last long because good things never last on this time

“YN WHAT THE HECK ARE YA WEARIN!?!?” Atsumu screams, “THAT’S ITACHIYAMA’S JACKET!”

You, looking down and shrugging, “yeah it is! Omi gave it to me.”

“Omi as in Sakusa KiyOMI??” Atsumu shouts again

“Do you know any other Omi’s Sumu?” Osamu interrupts

“YN this is a huge betrayal of our trust!” Atsumu bellows as you roll your eyes, trying to ignore him as best you can

That’s a pipe dream Yn let’s be 4 real mkay

“Atsumu will you shut up. I gave Yn my jacket so they didn’t get lost in the crowd,” Sakusa said, interrupting the conversation as Atsumu glared back

“Are you saying we can’t protect our manager?” Atsumu growled back

“I’m saying there’s a lot of people here and Yn could easily get lost,” Sakusa responded

Actually the team thought he had a decent point but they were still mad that Sakusa had put his jacket on you.

“I think we can protect Yn ourselves,” Aran said, removing Sakusa’s jacket and handing it back to him

Sakusa narrows his eyes at the team as you sigh and roll your eyes. Honestly you can’t have anything nice Yn.

“Thanks Omi, I appreciate you lending me your jacket! Can I keep it for after the game?” You inquired, thinking this would fix everything

“YN you can wear my jacket!” Atsumu yells as you smile at him.

“YN is my partner, they will wear my jacket!” Sakusa growls in response

You rn 👉🏻 🌳 🐜 🌳

“Ok enough!” Kita finally interjects, “YN can wear Sakusa’s jacket after our match. Now let’s go warm up.”

Sakusa is just smirking at Atsumu as Ginjima tries to hold him back

Of course, Osamu has to continue to egg him on because why not

“Didnt Yn reject you asking them out like 7 times?” He says as Atsumu narrows his eyes

“Actually it was 9,” Suna chimes in

You 👉🏻😐

Really Yn what did you expect 😂

#my lovely bbys #live action headcannons 🤣#maycat #follower headcanons #this got super long

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soranihimawari · 6 months

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Piece by Piece

A singleparent!au featuring Kita Shinsuke & one kickass paralegal!reader (y/n-san)

Kita is going to be a bit bitter, a bit unkind, and ultimately comes around to knowing that whether or not he steps up to the plate as a parent or not, yn will be there for the child no matter what.

Rating: T/M (teen to mature because of theme)// angst -> fluff

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x One Night Stand// Kita x Lawyer YN

Word count: tbd

because in another timeline, this kid is definitely either a gojo or a kita...lolol

it's the holidays in your office in an extremely small town. not very many lawyers typically drive by the open rice fields and farmlands for the city outskirts of hyogo, yet here you were in your little station wagon with a sleeping toddler in the backseat. the little guy was so beat after a long day of paperwork, packing, and travel. he was no older than three and a half, his mother surrendered her rights as she had been scouted abroad and could not find anyone to take her son in. the issue was the kid, who was both an accident and a surprise, happened when she asked her former neighbor from middle school to have this one night stand right before college graduation.

it was an odd thing to hear since usually by that time, people would either have confessed their harboring crushes between middle school and college, yet you can clearly see time was of the essence. the son, or in this case, keita-kun (or 'kk' as you affectionately called him), was the result of such a one night stand. you read and re-read the file so many times, you were flabbergasted to find out you had to travel to your own roots to visit an old friend. would the rice farmer with sharp features and even stricter self-discipline believe your story? would he turn you away at the bitter mention of his one night stand counterpart?

you pause your what-ifs worse case scenario spiral at the stop light right before making the left turn to the rice paddies of one kita-farms. checking your rearview mirror, you see the boy still asleep in his child safety seat, clutching a little plush rabbit which you had bestowed upon him to be brave in the courtroom when his mother had basically legally abandoned him. you stepped in as a guardian on behalf of the prefecture and it's laws regarding minors. however, you think visiting an old friend during an impromptu alumni reunion trip is probably not the best idea, yet it was the only idea. you don't know how, but sunarin and even under the tutelage of ojiro aran, you were coerced to bring the tyke with you.

so, on a friday night, at 18:57 sharp, you pull into the driveway of kita's family home. there's a willow tree the family had planted for his now deceased obaa-san, and you look up beyond the dashboard to the sky, praying she'd guide you somehow from beyond. the little boy stirs, and you gently call his name to him as you get out of the car to open the rear passenger door. by the way, the station wagon you drove was a repurposed police car thanks to your cousin from miyagi winning the police academy auction. regardless, you wake keita a little more. looking now at him, there is no way in disputing the child is kita shinsuke's direct offspring: naturally dualtoned hair; golden eyes; tanned skin from playing outside; the nose of the woman who birthed him (the only featured keita inherited from her); and such a calm demeanor.

"remember keita, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you come running to me and i'll protect you," you say gently to him, unfastening his seatbelt.

"even if papa doesn't like me at first?" keita asks. his voice is so quaint, but you know it's filled with worry and nerves.

"mmhm, but i wouldn't count on him not wanting you," you say. "do you want me to carry you inside?"

keita nods, yawning a little more. "arigatou lawyer-san."

inside, the gathering is in full swing when you knock on the door. atsumu greets you first with the door swinging wide open and silence befalls the living room.

"you had a kid?" atsumu asks bewildered. "why does he look like kita...?... oh my god."

"miya atsumu, this boy isn't mine," you sigh. "he's my responsibility if..."

you scan the room and see kita look paler than normal.

"if his father doesn't want him. his mother surrendered her rights to be his relative five months ago. we couldn't get his birth records from the hospital he was born in burned down a few weeks into the shut down from 2020..."

the door is shut behind you, keita turns to look around the room. there's so many guys he feels overwhelmed by their size he curls back into you and is a little withdrawn, but he observes with his eyes. he takes into account who you're close to. you're offered a seat by sunarin who asks the boy's name.

"how rude of me, sorry kk. guys, this is keita. go on, you can say hello, yeah?"

keita nods and he pushes himself off me, yet he sits in my lap a bit and repreats: "hi i'm keita." to everyone in the room.

we all wait until kita's reaction to having me hold his child registers in his mind.

"i'm kitashin," is all kita says to us both before announcing the firepit should be hot enough to start grilling, so he leaves.

"kita?" you hand keita to sunarin for a bit since he's good with kids and keita seemed comfortable with your best friend within the group. "keita, stay with sunarin. i'm sure you'd love to hear all the stories about the chuppets bets we did as kids, yeah?"

"mmk," keita smiles softly and i kiss his forehead and suna gives me a hopeful look. the rest of the guys do too.

"kita's pissed," atusmu whispers lowly to his brother and gintama.

"but my question is, why did y/n-san take the case? did the one night stand lady trust y/n-san only to tell kita all this?" ojiro asks.

"...mama didn't like me very much," keita says holding his rabbit plushie tighter. "she said i was a mistake."

"kid, that's a little dark," suna replies holding the boy a little closer.

"but y/n-san said i wasn't a mistake, so she asked me if i wanted to get away from the city hall and mr judge said it's ok, so i went," keita sniffles a bit and five former volleyball teammates (two of which were headed to the next world's competition) calm down a very anxious three year old.

the twins and suna try to cheer him up and eventually the rest also so, filling keita’s head of stories of yesteryear when we were all carefree and foolish.

meanwhile, you chase down kita outside in his family patio. he stares at the charcoals and watches the fire crackle and burn the embers into the atmosphere. he places a few ears of corn on the grill top when you are clocked by his peripheral.

"how could you not tell me?" kita's voice is shaken and a bit perturbed. “did you ever think to—?!”

"she asked me not to," your calm demeanor persuades him to exchange a look with you. "it would be a breach of contract, you know that in my line of work it’s binding!”

you cross your arms over your chest and huff out a breath. running was not your strong suit, but you approach the fire and the man in front of it wondering what changed to have him be this harsh.

"you're just deflecting," he is angry, his voice is even in tonality.

an unbelievable thought occurred in your head. was the news that jarring for kita perhaps he’d never want to be involved with his boy’s life? the responsibility too great on his profitable farming shoulders would make him suffer a loss, not a gain? who was he to tell you about deflecting? you’re doing the best you can to, but at least you wouldn’t leave keita and others like him in his kid-sized shoes—kita seemed like he was weighing those options in his head.

"me?" you scoff. "i wasn't the one who called my office and told me he thinks he made a mistake with a woman he barely even acknowledged in middle school!"

that was a low blow and you know it. the ammunition in your tone registers as something kita rarely called someone.

"you're bitter," kita almost bites back a laugh.

"...? why do you think that?"

"you're bitter because i had a one night stand with someone who wasn't you, who’d never be you."

"excuse me?”

your voice cracked as you winced at what he said. turning your way, kita sees the face of an old friend who has literally moved mountains in unwanted foster children’s cases; someone who puts themselves last in case their friends needed support; and the words that wound the psyche are transparent.

the truth hurts, it stings like a wasp to the heart. immediately, kita picks up reality of the harshness of his words and he sees the tears well up in your eyes. quivering but steady, you give up for today and being the peacekeeper you were normally perceived to be, you wipe your face twice as tears of frustration fall down the cheeks kita missed for so much longer than his pride would like to admit, you tell him to not come closer as he starts his apology.

“you said enough, kita. i won’t push any more—keita’s going to be staying with me a while.”

you turn on your heels and before you leave the farmer to tend to his grilled corn, you leave him with this knowledge:

"kita keita, three years old. born in the spring equinox. birth weight was six pounds, four ounces. currently 3.5 years old and 36 inches tall…h-he’s allergic to nothing,” kita sees you struggling with some of the words, but you continue. “keita is strong willed and quiet. loves to chase rabbits and it’s kind to strangers. he met me on the porch of the boys’ home in tokyo when hanma broke up with me and keita gave me the rest of his gummy bears... umm… he is an avid reader although he’s younger than most kids who can. adores the smell of rain after a sunshower...”

your shoulders slump as you deflate, not registering how with every insight you give kita, he’s moving closer to only be out of your reach by centimeters that turn to a few feet when you put the final nail in this conversation:

“i just thought you might want to know more about your son before i sign the legal guardian papers since neither of his parents wanted to take him in and consider his existence a mistake or inconvenience of the universe when really all he needs is someone who deserves the chance to raise him properly with a good heart even in the worse circumstances."

seconds after you leave kita's patio, he sees you walk back into his living room through the sliding glass door, pick up keita from suna's lap. you explain things weren’t going to work out here, the others you’re with were giving you some suggestions on what to do or wonders what happens now? keita, empathetically hugs you tighter when he seemed to settle on your hip, turning his back toward where his father stood, watching you comfort his boy saying soft words.

a few minutes go by and you’re shown the door by ojiro this time.

“kita’ll come around. give him time, yn.”

you nod when you’re handed a a soda and juice box to go by the others, you walk toward your car. kita is sprinting toward you coming from the side door of his family home. keita's in your arms telling you a friend who looks like him is running after you both. you close your eyes and pause your walk a bit before hearing the foot steps of kita slightly jogging behind you both.

"huh?" you shift keita on your hip when kita slows to meet you. "come to yell at me again?"

kita shakes his head, "no."

"then what are you here for?"

keita looks between his birth father and you. the story in his little head isn't like the disney movies he saw at the foster home. it rarely ever is, yet when keita sees kita press his forehead against yours and his arms pull you three closer together, keita visibly relaxes. kita holds you both very close and he chooses his path.

"i'd want to take care of keita," kita says against your cheek. "with you."

"...can we think about this tomorrow over coffee? i have to check in to our hotel on fourth street and third avenue. stop by the lobby at 8a.m.?"

"deal."

[[one month later]]

kita waits with you after keita's fever landed him in the pediatric emergency room. you never had to deal with keita's fevers being so high during flu season. panicked and frightened, you called kita, who thankfully decided to meet you at the hospital clinic. kita calms you down while keita is heard coughing and wheezing.

"he was just fine a few hours ago, and i thought the fever reducer would worked. and-and-i didn't know who else to call," you pace and kita, bless him, holds your shoulders and tells you you did good.

"...the rest is up to keita," kita holds you and you break down because this kid of his has been through enough. you made sure keita at least goes to spend time with kita at least twice a week since your coffee appointment that time in hyogo. keita has seen so much and learned about the life cycle of plants and he never wants to leave once his father tells him you're on the way.

presently, once keita is sedated and situated in his little bed, the doctors walk out of the room to speak with the next of kin.

"i'm his legal guardian, this is his father, doctor," you introduce yourself to each other.

"what's wrong with my boy?" kita asks, you realize his voice trembles, so like any old friend would do, you hold his hand, squeezing the sides of it in a supportive manner.

"keita's fever was very, very high. bringing him here post ice bath was a good idea... um. i hope pronounce this right, y/n-san?"

"mmhm."

the doctor continues to explain that keita has a respiratory infection that can be treated by amoxicillin or the equivalent of it. you need to stay overnight as the legal guardian, since your name matched all the paperwork for keita.

"however, can i get a copy of his records?" you inquire. "i'm a family lawyer by trade and i want to make sure keita-kun was well taken care of by his mother before she abandoned him?"

kita turns to look at you bewildered his counterpart during the probable first and single memorable time he's ever had sex with someone was with a person who would consider a child an unfortunate mistake.

"yes, yes i can. let me call records and have them print out a copy for you both, ok?" doctor nods before he heads down to another patient room post giving us the ok to go into keita's room.

keita's peacefully sleeping in his superhero pajamas, his little body buried beneath the blankets keeping him cool and warm at a healthier temperature. you move to sit on his bed and kita takes the rollaway chair and he looks between you and his boy.

"irina-chan abandoned him?" kita is mortified.

"she surrendered her parenting rights," you correct. "i came to pick up keita the night before driving to your place last month...i didn't remember that the rest of the old team were coming over too until ojiro and suna told me."

there were steady beeps of keita's vitals echoing in the room. bold numbers illuminate the screen.

"y'know he called me the guardian star once," you chuckle a little. "it was after we met for the first time and i was letting him play in the playground of the boys' home in tokyo a little later than most kids."

kita is bemused by this.

"guardian star, huh?"

you nod. "you think you can do one better?"

"sure can: glue."

"glue? i'm not a school supply, kita."

"yn, you stuck with him when he needed an adult the most. i bet irina-chan would have lost her mind if she had to take him here..."

"even when you weren't sure you wanted to take him in?"

kita nods, "but that's changed. clearly."

keita stirs a bit and he opens his bronzed eyes.

"hey buddy," you brush his hair out of his face. "ya gave us quite a scare."

"mm...?"

"go back to sleep, keita-kun," you curl a finger and stroke his soft cheek and he pulls himself back to slumberland. you whisper the next part of the conversation that needed to be had with kita.

"last night, he asked me why i wasn't with you. can you believe that? keita loves it when you and i are near, have you noticed how he’d run into my apartment the several times you walked us to our door? i’m wondering if does it on purpose to see if you’re going to make a move or not…”

you shake your head at the audacity of this kid asking you to ask kita something that personal.

"well, why aren't you?" kita looks up at you and you freeze. "you already are taking great care of my boy while i sort my own problems out, but the kid's got a point. why aren’t you with me?”

you stay silent, but you hum a lullaby kita didn’t realize you memorized. he is stunned as keita leans closer to you and nudges you in his sleep and you pat his hair to the side, a hand on his chest when you sing the last note: “…and i will stay.”

“granny sang that to me,” he sighs, leaning down on the bed and he looks up at you, the light framing my outline. “you memorized it?”

“had to when keita asked me about how you were as a child…and to answer your question: you never asked me to stand with you shinsuke. i would have stayed back home in hyogo too if you asked me to before i left to pursue law school on scholarship.”

kita is thrown off by the nonchalant way you say you would have stayed when he tried to find the words at twenty years old to ask you to stay—his granny was dying and when she passed, he felt he needed to have some emotions be brought back to him. it’s why when irina, keita’s mother decided not to tell anyone about her boy’s father, returned she offered to make kita feel things again. sex was simply transactional and perhaps in his grief, he was a bit unsafe trusting the word of the woman who would birth his child only to abandon him to pursue her own dreams abroad.

“say it again,” kita now stands in front of you. you honor he maneuvered up out of his chair, cheeks a tinted hue; he seemed determined again about something you said so you repeat the first part and you hone in he wants to say his name again. kita observes the way your lips formulate the syllables of his name; it’s hypnotizing to him. you say keita’s name so effortlessly and kissed with a kindness kita didn’t know he missed.

“say what again? …oh? did you want me to say …your name?shinsu—mm?”

kita doesn’t know when it happens and neither do you, but he suddenly found himself pressing his lips against yours seemingly lighting his dimly lit world into one of technicolor. his hands stay close to your face, steadying your neck when your lips linger each other’s.

“s-shinsuke…why?”

your voice is barely above a whisper and you feel him press his forehead against yours like the first night he ran around his house to stop you from leaving. his hand holds yours just as tightly, if not tighter than when he held his sleeping son’s hand in the bed behind you.

“i never noticed how my name could sound when someone who loves me says it.”

you chuckle, remembering that was what one of the hot topics your group chat with the boys™️ from inarizaki sent back as a reply to your question of how to confess after almost a decade and a half of wondering if their former captain ever felt the same about you.

“i’ll say your name for as long as this,” taps his chest. “stays true.”

kita nods before you slide your lips atop his and come the following morning, keita wakes to see you asleep bridal style on his father’s lap on the recliner provided in the room, your head pressed against kita’s chest.

“win for lawyer-san and papa! yesss!” keita whispers to himself and in true toddler fashion, finds the nearest cell phone and somehow takes ten plus photos of you asleep in kita’s hold.

[[three months later]]

courts make you confidence. holding court, makes you nervous. however, being a client for another half of a custody case is quite interesting. the judge and adjudicator of the case for keita's parentage looks between you and kita from her bench. keita has fully adjusted into being a part of kita's life and vice versa. sure, there are growing pains and other hurdles you're sure to help out, yet, here you three were, ready to become a family unit.

"...if no one objects, then i rule this case, file 4323, legal guardianship and parenting rights instated of kita keita, be awarded to y/n, yn and kita shinsuke. congratulations everyone."

you had stayed up late the night before typing out the case notes and kita finds you in the kitchen while he let you stay the night. he makes you some chamomile tea before asking you why you're so adamant about following this through.

"because i aged out the system at seventeen," you say nonchalantly. "i aged out the system and remembered all the cases like keita's. and i'm doing this out of the love and respect i have of you although you almost lost it when i sprung keita's existence to you. you've earned it back ever since that night in the pediatric e.r. with him. you stayed and changed my opinion on you as a father figure. keita needs his father."

"but he also needs his lawyer advocate too," kita chuckles before taking a sip of his tea as well.

in the present, kita keita, now four years old, walks down the street of the family courthouse, grasping the hands of his newly-minted parents. somewhere else in hyogo, inside a house, a huge vase of forget-me-knots is tied with a ribbon addressed to you along with a long overdue question that needed to be answered with a tearful yes and even more prominent kiss.

#sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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mango-bango-bby · 1 year

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I always tell you I’m a bit obsessed with baking but the Cookies ⛄️ prompt if no one has taken it with manager!reader and Inarizaki. The team and reader baking cookies together and it’s chaos because reader left with Kita to get sprinkles to decorate the cookies. The rest of them are trying their best to follow the directions reader left but somehow the kitchen is covered in flour, somethings burning in the oven despite it being empty, and reader has to help them clean up -🌻

♡ Team Bonding ♡

(A/N: I love platonic Inarizaki 🥺💖 I just love them so muchhhh!!! I hope you like this I think that they would feel so bad after making such a mess 😭😭😭😭)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, the team is bad at baking and destroys your kitchen

Summary: You leave the team to finish baking cookies to go to the store except they completely lost at what to do without you (Yan!Platonic!Inarizaki x GN!Manager!reader)

Holiday Event ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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You loved bonding with your team, you invited them to hangout with you a lot. Of course, they never rejected an opportunity to be with their manager though. They love you, they love you so much. Probably a bit to much considering that the team always wanted to be near you and tended to smother you sometimes.

So you invited them over to your home for ‘team bonding’. Really, you just use that as an excuse to hang out with them. Today you wanted to bake cookies with them, and they obviously accepted! Most of them knew absolutely nothing about baking, except Kita. However he was just following your instructions.

Suna wasn’t exactly helping either, rather just messing with you and the other team mates. Aran is trying to follow your instructions but somehow messing some parts up. Atsumu is trying to convince you to let him eat more cookie dough and sneaking it behind your back. Osamu is busy trying to stop Atsumu from eating raw cookie dough so you don’t get upset. It’s total chaos.

And that was the chaos before you and Kita left to go to the store. You had realized you had forgotten to get sprinkles. You tried to reassure your boys that the cookies didn’t really need them, you just wanted them. Kita immediately offered to take you to the store to get some. They wouldn’t be able to function properly if you kept having that pout on your face because you didn’t have any sprinkles.

So now they were on their own. “Do you wanna help?” Atsumu sarcastically asks Suna who was currently not helping them. Rather, he was in your living room, going through your things. “Nope” He says calmly, continuing to inspect random things in your home. Atsumu turns back to the dough, wondering if he had just accidentally put salt instead of sugar into the dough.

“How long are these supposed to be in here for?” Osamu asks, squatting next to the oven which he had just put a batch of cookies into. “I don’t know, twenty minutes? I don’t know, I thought you were the cooking guy” Aran says, searching through your cabinets trying to find where your baking soda was.

“Yeah, cooking. Baking is totally different” Osamu says, just hoping you‘ll return from the store soon to help all of them as they’re completely clueless. Sadly it didn’t get any better, Atsumu kept mixing up ingredients, Aran just kept getting ingredients everywhere, and Osamu burned the cookies to the point they couldn’t get them off of the pan.

“We’re back!” You cheer as you enter into the house, holding up the small bag that contains the sprinkles that Kita bought (he insisted). You look in front of you to see all of them stand in front of you like sad puppies, their heads hung down in shame at how they ruined your cookies.

You look over to see your kitchen a total mess and the pan full of burnt cookies. They stand in front of you, waiting for a response. You can only laugh at the mess they made. You shouldn’t be surprised honestly. You know they’re going to help you clean up though.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

#yandere haikyuu #platonic yandere #yandere inarizaki #yandere!inarizaki x reader #yandere inarizaki x reader #platonic yandere inarizaki #yandere inarizaki x manager reader

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chaoticevilorange · 2 years

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Haikyuu x reader

Cooking for you

Boy can and will cook for you, whenever you ask or not, is part of his love language to feed you, his cooking is 😌👌🏻 10/10 is the kind of boyfriend that makes bentos for you, the boy could be a chef and will spoil you whenever you ask for something

Kyotani, Daichi, Tsukishima, Satori, Akaashi, Osamu, Kita, Sakusa

He can cook, is decent and tasty, he can does well on his own, but by far he likes to cook with you, his favourite thing about it is when he can sneak a few kisses on your face when you're focused chopping vegetables, he likes you too much

Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Ushijima, Kuroo, Yaku, Aran

Can cook but just for survival, somehow he always manages to miss an ingredient or overcook something, expect bland meals, just like in an hospital, he's trying his best, ask his siblings and friends for cooking tips

Oikawa, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, Goshiki, Bokuto, Futakuchi

He is in process of learning, sometimes he watches YouTube videos or cooking shows for tips, has a small notepad with small notes, will taste beforehand anything he cooks before giving it to you, will blush when you praise him

Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Asahi, Kageyama, Semi, Aone

Can't cook, even if is for saving his life, is the kind of boy who probably lives on instant noodles, frozen food and pizza, thanks good for the deliveries, he tried to cook a few times but got banned from the kitchen, is thinking about cooking classes

Hinata, Kenma, Lev, Atsumu, Suna, Koganegawa

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

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sugawarassoulmate · 2 years

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what if....aran or kita wanted to ask y/n out and they ask samu for advice on what she likes bc he knows her and he’s just like oh no she like someone else or just ur not her type

🎺

pffft ok

osamu figures aran wants to tell him something private from how he pulled him aside after practice. there usually isn’t anything he wouldn’t also tell atsumu or kita, so it must be important. he waits until the locker room is empty and both boys finished showering and changing clothes.

when aran approaches him again, he looks nervous—smiling awkwardly and not meeting osamu’s gaze. “i need a huge favor,” he finally asks, letting out a breath he seemed to be holding in.

“oh, sure, man. anythin’ ya need, what’s up?” osamu says. aran never asks for favors so he’s sure he can do whatever he can to help.

“just know that I couldn’t ask atsumu. i can tell him later but i just wanted to know if i even have a chance first,” aran rambles. a small, shy smile grows on his face while he scratches at the back of his neck. “it’s just…well. what does y/n like?”

osamu freezes. he definitely wasn’t expecting to hear your name. aran wouldn’t—no, there’s no way. sure, he’s spotted him chatting with you a few times during lunch or practice, but he had no reason to think there was anything beyond that. there was nothing beyond that. it’s not possible.

“like is she a flowers kind of girl?” aran continues, not noticing that osamu was starting to malfunction. “or would she like a note in her locker or something?”

“you want to ask y/n out?” osamu asks, hoping that aran just wants to do something nice for you and not what he’s thinking.

but the smile on aran’s face says otherwise and osamu feels a prickling sensation in his fist but quells his urges. punching one of his best friends wouldn’t do anything to help his situation.

“i think so. she’s just so sweet but she’s so shy, i don’t know what she likes. i was thinking about asking atsumu but he can’t keep his mouth shut but you can definitely keep a secret,” aran said, offering osamu a kind grin. “and you’ve known y/n since you were kids, i’m sure if there was anyone that could help, it’d be you.”

osamu isn’t sure what to do right now. normally when someone was dumb enough to try to flirt with you, they’d end up on the other side of a closed fist. but this is aran. anyone would be lucky to date him, but the thought of the two of you holding hands while walking down the halls, going out on dates, kissing…

“ya know actually, y/n isn’t interested in datin’ right now,” he says without thinking. “she’s really focused on her studies right now and, honestly, her parents are super strict too. they get so annoyin’ when anyone but me or tsumu is with her.”

yeah so strict, osamu thinks. that’s probably why they don’t bat an eye when osamu keeps you out at all hours of the night. or how they have no idea about all the times the two of you made out in your bedroom.

lying to aran feels bad, but it’s better than the…alternative.

aran’s smile wanes, a look of defeat growing on his face. “oh, really? i guess i can understand. wouldn’t want to get her in trouble with her family.” he says. sighing, aran readjusts the strap on his gym bag and places his free hand on osamu’s shoulder. “thanks for being honest with me, though. i really appreciate it.”

the words punch osamu in the gut.

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losing; finding | miya osamu

There’s a certain bite to the winter cold that you can’t quite put your finger on. Snow is nowhere to be found, yet you feel colder than you should beneath the layers you have on.

Japan doesn’t necessarily celebrate Christmas the same way the world does, and by the time 10:00 pm strikes the clock, every street is swept clean of people, stalls, and life. Even the decorations are taken down, one by one. The avenue lost the spark of festivities it had just a few minutes ago.

Save for one little building in the middle of the block. In contrast to the cold night, this one glowed a warm yellow. From afar you can find a car, two motorcycles, and some bicycles parked beside it. There is no open window or welcoming door to give anyone the idea that the shop is closed in the meantime.

But there is the faint smell of food and warm chocolate wafting through the air. Before you can even find your feet near the threshold, you swore there’s a telltale sign that the place is the only thing alive tonight.

It’s the arrival of Miya Osamu that catches you slightly off-guard. Yet you don’t show it. He parks his small delivery bicycle near the front, and by the time he lifted the box in his arms, your eyes meet for the first time in a long time.

“Hey, it’s been long.” He speaks first, and your eyes find the warm mist in his breath like an addictive drug.

Your gloved hands reluctantly leave your pockets. You try to lace your voice with some enthusiasm, it’s been ages since you’ve seen him. “Hello! I was just about to go in.” You note that Osamu has gotten bigger… broader. And even if he had a whole career and business on his shoulders, there’s never a sign of aging nor displeasure on his face. “Do you need help with that?”

“Nah, I can handle these.” He adjusts his hold on the box of what seems to be fresh edamame. “I just need help with the front door. Can’t really go through the back since it was locked before closing.”

There’s a sudden ache gnawing in the crevices of your heart. You realize you’re probably frowning the whole time, so you give him a soft smile and hold the door open for him. “Sure.”

A chime in the bell signals both your arrival and a wave of nostalgia hits you when familiar faces started peering at the shop entrance.

“Samu, ‘ya jackass!” A similarly bigger and broader Atsumu pops from behind the cash register. “If I’d known yer gonna take yer time wooing our dear manager outside the cold instead of getting ingredients then I would have said no in watching the shop!”

“Shut yer trap, Tsumu!” Osamu hollers back.

You’re thankful that whatever blush creeps to your cheeks can always be blamed for the biting cold. There’s more relief and fondness in your heart when you realize the bickering has stayed more or less the same as it was all those years ago.

The owner of Onigiri Miya looks down, at your much smaller form, and he shares an awkward, apologetic smile with you. “Sorry about him. You know how loud he can be.”

A chuckle leaves your lips, some things truly never change. “Yeah, yeah. Haven’t been back in a while but it’s easy to cancel his voice out every time he screams.”

“Hey! I heard that!”

There’s a certain warmth that spreads throughout the restaurant. A soft chatter drowns out any silence, yet leaves a small noise that brings more comfort than annoyance.

Atsumu, Suna, and Ginjima sit at a booth by the front, while the rest of the members of Inarizaki volleyball team are dispersed at their own tables.

You find purchase the only available seat, on the counter between Kita and Aran.

And yes, right in front of Osamu, as he mans the counter and prepares onigiri for the team.

“Hi, Captain.” You give a small pat on Kita’s shoulder, and you turn to give Aran a small punch on the arm, “Hi, Aran.”

“Hey, we didn’t think you’d come.” Kita chirps beside you.

He takes a sip from his bottle of beer, and you note his tanned skin and lean arms beneath his sleeves. All those fieldwork has paid off, you definitely understand all the people the team has been talking about that travel specifically to Kyoto, in hopes of finding the elusive and dashing rice farmer.

“It’s the holidays. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” You tuck your hair behind your ear out of habit, and at the same time, Osamu slides a cup of iced water in front of you.

And he knows just the way you like it. Three cubes of ice, no more, no less.

Before your mouth could even form a word of thanks, he slides a plate of onigiri across the counter… to you.

An ache of wanting comes over your being. Your eyes trace the onigiri made for you. Salmon, egg, and edamame. Again, he remembers.

As you turn your head to quickly scan the room, you find every other person holding their own onigiri, yet not one of those ever had the bright green shade of edamame. Only yours.

Osamu catches your attention, and a brief wave of emotion crosses his eyes as you meet them. But it comes just as it goes, and he only gives you a smug smile. Because he knows he remembers everything about you correctly.

When you take a bite of the sweet, warm, onigiri, your lips utter the words you have been meaning to say to him for years. “Thank you, Samu.”

The Christmas reunion goes by without a hitch, and as each member file out one by one, you find yourself left alone with Osamu at the shop.

You were about brave the cold winds once again. But Osamu insisted he’d take you home.

He is quite sure that’s all this day would end up to be. A reunion, a warm gathering.

But you did come, and somehow all plans of keeping this day silent and under wraps are now thrown out of the window.

And in the freezing breeze of a quiet night in Kyoto, Japan, Miya Osamu walks you home.

“How’s yer new job workin’ out for ‘ya?” Osamu quips before he could stop himself. How are you doing with the life you chose over us? He truly wants to ask. But then again, he isn’t sure if there was even an “us” in the first place.

“It’s… it’s doing well. It’s paying great actually.” You walk a little closer to him, desperate to drink whatever warmth his tall frame gave off. “It’s just weird. I’ve finally settled down but I haven’t made many friends yet.” A little alright, physically, but it’s been lonely without you.

“I-uhh… wanted to ask.” Osamu walks straight, but his eyes follow both your feet, somewhat walking in unison, somewhat walking in hesitance. “If… ya wanted to try again…”

Your heart jumps at the thought, and Osamu walks a little closer to you this time. If you move your arm out of your body, you’d probably touch him.

But there are no surprises. No fear of the unknown. Only relief, because you both know that life seemed to go a little haywire ever since you both left each other.

Osamu speaks again, desperate to cling to the ring of his voice than settle in the soft mist leaving your lips. “Or… we can start over if ya don’t want to pick up where we left off.”

And you agree, only silently nodding and turning to face him. You pull him by his beltloop and give him a soft kiss right on his reddened cheek. “It’s okay, Samu. We can start over.”

There’s a shy smile that grazes Osamu’s mouth, and it grows a little bigger when he thinks of the feel of your warm lips on his cold cheek.

In the glowing moonlight of cold, cold Kyoto, the elderly will probably feel scandalized by seeing two people kiss silly beneath the naked trees. But they ought to understand that anyone in the cold deserves to feel the heat of a fire.

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