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HIII I'M TASHI ITS NICE TO MEET YOU! I READ YOUR NEW LOVE OLD FACE KUROO FANFIC (I'M SO SORRY IF I GOT THE NAME WRONG) AND I'VE ONLY READ THE 1ST CHAPTER FOR NOW BUT I ALREADY LOVE IT AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU'D WANNA BE MOOTIES WITH ME <333
HIII yes of course we can be moots i already follow you!!! Im so glad you like the ficcccc!! i will hopefully get some more chapters out eventually but i have a lot on my plate irl haha
sweet things the haikyuu boys do - a quick lil braindump
ft: miya osamu, akaashi keiji, sugawara koushi, kita shinsuke, daichi sawamura
cw: suggestive content in some parts — read at your own risk!
a/n: kita anon <3 this is for you — ily (also if you have others you'd like to see, tell me!)
MIYA OSAMU:
⟡ if you have any softness to your body, osamu cherishes it like you are his personal gift sent from the heavens above. you could be sitting idly on the countertop, watching him cook, and one of his hands will idly come to trace your thighs. there's no motive, at least, not at first. he simply enjoys the feeling of your skin against his palm, plush and warm and all his
⟡ he loves to kiss your exposed skin. any bare skin under his eyes is skin for the kissing. you could be explaining something important, and his lips will trail down your bare shoulder, pressing sweet kisses to the tops and sides. even if you protest, he'll skate his lips down your arm and smirk just the littlest bit. he can't resist
⟡ he loves making out when your thighs are straddling his hips. his lips are on yours, hot and needy as his hands scramble for purchase on your hips. you press against him, feeling him, his need, his tongue sliding gently across the seam of your lips. "someone's needy," you smirk across into his mouth, pulling away just enough to see his lips, pink and kiss-bitten, reach for you once again. he stops just short of your face, cupping your cheeks lovingly before gently rolling up into you. your breath hitches. "yer' just so sweet. we'll see who's needy when i'm done with ya'."
AKAASHI KEIJI:
⟡ keiji loves your hands in any condition and always treats them gently. after a long day at work or whatever else you've been doing he'll come over to massage them a little bit, pressing kisses to your knuckles and fingertips. to him, they're the hands that work so hard to bring you two the life you want, and so he adores them. plus, the better loved your hands are, the better they'll feel gripped on his back when he....shows you how much he loves you
⟡ he loves to lay in your lap while you recap the events of your entire day. you're on your couch, keiji's head draped across your thighs. he smiles gently, tugging your fingers to comb through his hair. as always, he melts into your touch. your day doesn't have to be eventful for him to love these recaps — he simply enjoys the sound of your voice talking through a cute mug you found, or pretty places you want to visit with him. it's his favorite part of the day, being enveleoped in your scent, your voice, and feeling your lips pepper kisses to his forehead every now and then.
⟡ a guilty pleasure of his is sitting between your thighs as you read. in his personal opinion, books are so much more interesting when he's kissing your legs, pressing kisses behind your knees, and watching your thighs shake in anticipation. "what was that?" he mumbles, his lips slowly inching up your thigh. your face flushes, the book trembling in your grasp. "t-the main character is about to fight the prince. she thinks he's evil." you shiver when keiji's tongue traces a heart into your inner thigh. "oh?"
SUGAWARA KOUSHI:
⟡ koushi loves carrying you bridal style. there's something so whimsical about lifting you off your feet, holding your weight in his arms. he's especially happy when you loop your arms around his head and lean in to give him a kiss. he feels like the prince in a manhwa or shoujo manga
⟡ he loves kissing your neck. koushi is a big enthusiast of lazy makeouts. he traces little hearts into your skin when he presses you against the wall, his lips tracing a heated path down your neck, collarbone, and dipping to kiss your sternum. he does it specifically so he can feel your hands wrapped into his shirt, the sweet little hitches of your breath spurring him further
⟡ he loves when you just lay on top of him. there's something so comforting about it, his hands wrapping firmly around your waist and burying his face into the crook of your neck. he could just disappear from the world. usually these cuddle sessions stay wholesome until his hands wander beneath your shirt. he says it's just to feel the warmth of your skin, but before no time he's flipped you over and pulled one of your legs over his hips.
KITA SHINSUKE:
⟡ shinsuke loves holding your hands when you walk together. there's something so divinely perfect about the feel of your hand in his, your fingers lacing together like puzzle pieces that were crafted together. he can hold your hand for what feels like centuries, rubbing his thumb gently across your skin to remind you that he'll forever be by your side. when he gets the chance, he slides his lips over your knuckles, a reverent pledge of love
⟡ if you have any moles on your body, shinsuke kisses every single one of them. your arms. your legs. your chest. your face. his personal opinion is that it's a little personal treasure that he gets to find and cherish. he firmly believes in the idea that your moles are where your soulmates kissed you the most in a previous life. he ensures he kisses every part of your body enough so that if there's ever another birth where he finds you, you'll be covered in all the relics of his love
⟡ when the two of you make love, he's not done until you're done. the first time he told you this, he was so earnest about it, and sure you believed him, but you never thought it could be like this. "shin!" you choke out desperately, hands scrambling to grip something, anything. kita's lips drag down to your neck, nibbling ever so slightly, his one free hand wrapped around your back to keep you close. you whimper into his mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations of his hands doing things nobody's hands should be able to do. "is this alright?" he smiles, leaning to kiss your forehead sweetly while your thighs tremble around his hands. "ya' deserve to feel so good."
DAICHI SAWAMURA:
⟡ sawamura adores back hugs, especially when you're in his clothing. it's morning — early, but not enough to be offensive, and you're in his old jersey from his karasuno days, hung as a relic in his closet. he pauses at the sight of you, dripped in sunlight and angelic, thanking whatever force gave him this sight. he pads over on the kitchen tiles, sliding up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. in his arms, you're warm and secure
⟡ he loves having a hand on you at all times. it doesn't matter what it is you're doing, but he'll always be around. when shopping for groceries, he has an arm around your waist (it's just potatoes, but he's invested in them if you're beside him). you're working on a project and his hands massage your shoulders. you're watching a movie and suddenly, he's shifted you onto his lap. it's for warmth and comfort (he claims), but the reality is he's addicted to your presence
⟡ he might not seem it, but he is a hickies kind of man. there's something so.....romantic, he thinks, leaving hickies where nobody else can see them. it's your little secret. however, his style isn't just bite and bruise. no. it's not a good hickey if you can feel it at all. "oh my goodness." you shudder, a vice grip on his arm as his lips suck kisses into your skin. "please don't make me wait." daichi smirks. "you and i both know they feel better when you're blissed out. let me take care of you." with a grin, he goes back to trailing his kisses down your stomach.
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a drunken bokuto (who cannot handle sugary liquor) confesses the depth of his feelings to you — for @cowboylo from nique's server because we talked it about for 2 messages and suddenly, i was inspired — and yes this is a fluff bomb
bokuto koutarou could do a lot of things, but what he couldn't do was handle his liquor. especially if it was sugary. even more so if he was at a karoake bar with friends and you, hands on a mic and the room echoing his delighted rendition of feel this moment.
he laughed delightedly, downing yet another shot of something you couldn't even decipher before handing the mic off to akaashi. the room was chattering, everyone arguing over what song was meant to come next, but bokuto's eyes, warm and golden, stayed firmly on you.
"how was that?" he grinned excitedly, sitting right beside you on the booth. an arm of his slid up behind you to rest on the sill of the booth. he didn't touch you, not directly, but he was close enough for you to feel his warmth.
"passionate," you giggled, reaching over to sip some water. "you should probably drink some of this. all that sugar is going to go straight to your head."
"what do you mean?" he asked offensively, face contorting in absolute offense while he, despite that offense, took the glass from your hands. "i can handle my liquor just fine! i'm a volleyball player! i work out! hinata can barely stay sober!"
"untrue," hinata shouted from across the room, "i handle my liquor much better than he does."
you stifled a giggle while bokuto downed the glass of water like a shot. or a very tall glass of seltzer. he exhaled, setting the glass down and shifting impercptibly closer to you.
"you know," he said, eyes bright and lips curved into the toothiest smile, "i was so happy when you came to the game the other day. i looked for you in the stands and you were right there! and everyone asked me if you were mine and i had such a hard time saying no, so i said maybe someday, and then they asked me why and—"
"woah woah woah!" you giggled, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "lets start from the top. i came to your game. then?"
"then some members of the other team asked me about you."
"why?"
"easy. because i was so excited! i said i wanted to score some cool points so you'd see me and you'd be impressed. then they asked me what we are."
"and what did you tell them?"
he grinned even more, placing a gentle hand on your thigh as he leaned forward just a bit. "that i like you and have the biggest crush on you EVER."
you paused, your heart doing somersaults in your chest. "you mean that?"
"yes!" bokuto laughed, "yes i mean it. i came to karaoke because akaashi said you'd be here and i wanted to spend time with you. i told him that i was going to ask you out on a date."
"really now?" you flushed.
"yes," he nodded earnestly. "I like you. a lot. i want you at every match and i also want to date and go out and have a fun time. could we do that?"
"we can if you remember this conversation tomorrow," you smiled softly, running your fingers through his hair. "ask me tomorrow when you're sober, and it's a yes."
"why not right now?" he pouted. his lips turned downwards, eyebrows contorting confusedly. to him, it was as if youd delayed the payout of a jackpot.
"because you're drunk," you sighed. "ask me tomorrow."
"i'll ask you first thing tomorrow!" he laughed.
bonus: you woke up to your phone ringing at 6am, bokuto's special ringtone filling the air of your bedroom. you shifted gently, answering the call only to have his bright voice filling your ears.
"koutarou," you mumbled sleepily, "'s so early. what is it?"
"i may or may not have a headache," he began, "but you told me that if i remembered in the morning and i was sober, you'd go out with me! so, will you go out with me?"
you laughed into your pillow, a warm fondness spreading in your chest. "yes kou," you responded into the line, the smile creeping into your voice. "we can go out."
a loud "WAHOOOO!" erupted through your room before he remembered what time it was and hung up. you smiled into your sheets, knowing that when you woke up for real, he'd already have ideas for your first date.
FIRST OF ALL SHOUT OUT TO DA AWESOMEST PROOFREADERS IN DA WORLD @karnevil AND @cowboylo LOVE YALL MUAWW
MDNI🔞‼️‼️
Cw: smut no real plot, osamu da eater, p in v, (nothing else idk)
Wc: 1.2k
Smut under cut!!!
Osamu saddles you and leans down; his hands grip your stomach, caressing you with his thumbs. His lips meet yours in a fiery kiss full of unspoken words of passion and love.
His hands, oh, his big hands, calloused from years of volleyball and onigiri-making, grip the back of your head, tangle into your hair, deepen your kiss. You moan at the contact, and he eats it up while biting your lip asking for permission to go further. You open your mouth a sliver, and he chuckles, plunging his tongue into your mouth undoing you further.
His other hand crawls lower, toying with the hem of your shirt before gripping your hip and sliding up to cup your breast. His thumb toys with your nipple, giving it a light squeeze. You startle at the contact before bucking your hips up into his, chasing further connection.
He pulls away from the kiss with a groan,
“Yer an impatient one aren’t ya,” he smirks and tugs at your shirt, “gotta get this off b’fore the fun starts.”
You sit up with a quickness, ripping your shirt off and throwing to the floor, leaving you in your panties.
He takes a quick look before leaning down and sucking hickeys onto your boob. Osamu nips lightly at your nipple, before he moves downward, pressing light kisses along your stomach. He stops his hands, links onto the sides of your panties and pulls them down, slowly. You let out an involuntary shiver of excitement as his thumb brushed against your inner thigh.
Panties finally off, he grips your thighs with little resistance and you link your legs behind his neck, pulling him closer to your core.
“Yer so nice n’ wet for me, baby,” he chuckles, the exhale hitting your wet and waiting clit.
He presses a slight kiss against your clit before opening his mouth and sucking your sweet spot. You let out a loud moan before gripping his hair, pressing him further into you.
“Ngh, ‘Samu, please… want you so bad.” He lets out an amused huff before pulling back, “Gotta prepare ya first, hun.”
He gives your clit one last kiss before plunging a finger into you, curling it before pulling it out slowly, repeating his actions. You squeeze around his fingers, begging for more as he inserts a second finger, his big fingers stretching you out.
He picks up his pace, finger fucking you as you become undone beneath him. “Please, ‘Samu, please, I’m so close,” you let out incoherent pleas as he rubs circles into your clit. You let out a scream as you cum all over his hands. He pumps into you a few more times before he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to his lips. “Ya taste wonderful.”
You pant, coming down from your high. Your eyes fall downward as you look lower and ogle at his bulge—how it was pressing deliciously into his sweatpants. It looks painful how erect he is. You could almost drool imagining how it would feel to have him in your mouth, as he becomes a moaning mess under you.
He follows your eyes before chuckling, “‘nother time, wanna be inside you.” You clench hearing that, before nodding, watching him pull his sweatpants and boxers off. He shifts forward holding his dick in his hand before pressing it to your core. He lets it slip before rubbing it onto your clit. You moan looking at him with pleading eyes. Just the weight alone felt heavenly.
He looks into your eyes as he pushes in, kissing you heatedly as you both moan into each other’s mouths. He pulls away from the kiss as he pushes in inch by inch, watching you closely for any sign of pain or discomfort. Your eyes shut tightly, a puddle of pleasure as he stretches you deliciously. He holds still as he bottoms out. “Oh, ‘Samu, ngh, please!”
Your hands reach towards his biceps, gripping them tightly. Once solid but softened from years of taste testing and love were now gripped, so tightly, and being scratched by your nails.
He closes his eyes tightly and grunts. You feel so good, squeezing him so tight he could cum right there just from entering you.
He pulls out slightly, his ears eating up your delicious yips and moans before pushing himself back into you. “Please, ‘Samu, harder.” You beg, pleading. You want—no, need more.
“If ya say so.” He pulls out almost completely, just the tip resting inside you before pushing back in with a sharp plap!. He leans forward, hugging and pulling you forward before kissing you. His stomach presses to you with every snap of his hips, ripping moan after moan out of you.
God, he loved you so much, oh god. You made him feel so good, oh so good, he couldn’t help but want to stay in you forever: each thrust, each shiver, all for you. He was yours, his soul was yours, god, oh god, you didn’t know how wrapped around your finger he was.
His thrusts grow quicker but sloppier as he nears his climax. He pulls away from the kiss, your lips puffy and covered in spit to him. You look ethereal, undone like this from his doing. “Fuck, yer so perfect, so fucking perfect; all mine, dear, all mine.”
You grip him tighter, oh fuck, what that did to you. “FUCK, ‘Samu, all yours, all yours. Please! ‘M close.” You felt so good, so, so good, like there was a coil tightening in your core. His thrusts grew quicker, he was so close. “Where d’ya want it? Hm?” His voice, shaky. “Please, ‘Samu! Inside, please!!”
You cum so hard it almost hurts, screaming his name as you grip his hair hard, earning a grunt from him in response. His thrusts grew even sloppier and harder. His hips stutter, and he cums, filling you up. You feel warm, full, and happy as his hips press firmly to yours, his stomach resting against you as you both panted heavily. You stare into his eyes with nothing short of love in your gaze.
He pulls out slowly, a mix of each other’s cum spilling out. You whined as he got up.
“Gonna clean ya up, darlin’.” He pulls his boxers on and slips into the bathroom before returning a washcloth. He presses a quick kiss to your temple, then wipes you off before laying back down.
He pulls you close, your head on his chest, arms wrapped tightly against his stomach. “Love you, ‘Samu.”
He smiled, “Love ya too.”
~~~
Extra:
The next morning, Osamu got up to a sound in the living room. He pulled you off as gently as he could before walking out of the room, alarmed. He rounded the corner ready to jump someone before being confronted with a sight worse (in his opinion) than a burglar. Atsumu standing in your (his) kitchen.
“The fuck ‘r ya doin here?” He turned around and rubbed his temple, not in the mood to deal with his twin.
Atsumu turns to defend himself before spotting the scratches down his brother's arms and back, “I—well well, ya were busy, huh? Would’ve seen my messages otherwise.”
Osamu huffs turning red at being caught, “Shut up and leave.”
IN WHICH — the only thing thats stopping you from quitting your job at the JVA is your sexy boss, kuroo
EXTRA — crack, fluff, 4 years age gap, burned out reader, based on this request
A/N — this one is dedicated to all my employed friends, especially eme (@lovedlorned) who’ll finally quit on july 12th, lets all give her a round of applause 🤞🥳🥳‼️
cameos: navi (@milkbread11); astra (@karnevil); maddy (@cowboylo)
(yes, the title is a mitski song. i thought it was funny)
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the local arcade has a claw machine filled with ridiculous, giant plush round owls that look exactly like bokuto when he’s sulking. you’ve already wasted five hundred yen trying to grab one, and the plastic claw just dropped the toy for the fourth time.
bokuto is standing right next to you, his face pressed flat against the glass of the machine, his hands clenched into fists against the metal trim.
“the claw is weak!” he growls, his thick brows knitted together so sharply they almost meet. “it lacks spirit! it has no follow-through on the swing! let me fight it, y/n!”
“you can’t fight a machine, kōtarō.”
“watch me!”
he grabs the joystick, slamming his palm against the big red button with a force that makes the entire cabinet rattle. the claw descends, grabs the owl by the wing, lifts it two inches—and drops it right back onto the pile.
bokuto’s entire frame instantly collapses. the proud, spiked hair seems to droop visually, his shoulders slumping until he looks a head shorter than he actually is. his signature dejection mode hits like a physical wave. without a single word, he turns around, slides down the front of the arcade cabinet until he’s sitting flat on the dirty floor tiles, and hides his face in his knees.
“hey,” you smile, sliding down to sit next to him, bumping your shoulder against his arm. “it’s fine. we can try again next week.”
bokuto doesn’t look up, but his left hand shoots out from his knees like a striking snake. his large, calloused fingers wrap firmly around your wrist, pulling your arm down until your hand is resting flat against his thigh. he squeezes your fingers tightly, his palm warm and trembling just a tiny bit with a sudden, childish need.
“i wanted to win it for you,” he mutters into his knees, his voice small and pathetic. “i wanted you to have a giant owl so you could think of me when i’m at practice. if i can’t even beat a plastic claw, i’m a terrible boyfriend.”
you let out a soft laugh, reaching over with your free hand to ruffle his messy hair. “kōtarō, up. won’t you look at me?”
he peeks up through his silver bangs, his golden eyes wide and blinking. the second you lean over and press a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead, his entire system completely reboots. his hair practically snaps back into its upright position, a bright, sudden crimson flush flooding his face from his throat to his ears. he lets out a loud, triumphant shout, grabbing your waist and pulling you right into his lap in the middle of the arcade. “ONE MORE TOKEN!” he yells, his face glowing. “i’m unstoppable now!”
n: wouh, i think quack requested this 🤔 @brooksviolin
