bless me achoo

pairing - jung jaehyun x female!reader

genre - angst, fluff, smut; college!au, basketball!au, fwb!au

warning - explicit language, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual content (drunk sex, choking, unprotected sex), me being pretentious

words - 15.331

summary - How is this supposed to mean nothing when you can feel your world shift every time Jung Jaehyun touches you?

Or; in which the only good thing in your life is your job at the museum and basketball star Jaehyun just really likes touching the art.

note - this fic is why i’m going to hell, please excuse the fact that it’s literally 90% smut. actually, please just excuse the whole fic idk what i was thinking.

!!! please be aware that there is a read more on this, the tumblr app simply doesn’t display it unless a post is reblogged. i apologize if you have to scroll through this post, but there just isn’t anything i can do about it as it is a technical problem that tumblr has yet to fix and therefore completely out of my hands !!!

hi! my name is alyssa and idk if this is a  legit haikyuu writing blog, but sometimes i have all these ideas in my head for different scenarios with characters and i need an outlet to get it all out. So, here I am.

my writing is shit most of the time, but I enjoy doing it so– ha.

anywayzzzz. here we gooo :)

pairing: childhood bestfriend/lover!reader x oikawa tooru

summary:oikawa tooru questions whether or not he’s a good person.

warnings: none. Its just some really sappy times with alyssa looooool.

“I need you to tell me that I’m a good person. I know I can be selfish, and naracassistic, and self-destructive, but underneath all that deep down, I’m good. I need you to tell me I’m good.”

this was 100% insipired by an iwaoi tiktok i saw by @moeyalawn (tiktok user) , but i definitley made it into a oikawa x reader scenario. please dont kill me.

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Heavy breathing filled the empty gym. Cold sweat ran down the side of Tooru’s face as he reared up, getting ready to practice another serve. It had been two weeks since Aoba Johsai’s lost to Karasuno at the Spring High Preliminaries . No one saw the loss coming- no team ever does.

Tooru had become a madman after Preliminaries. He stayed up late cosumed by the things he could’ve done better at the tournament, slacked off in most of his classes, and had been avoiding you and Iwaizumi. Oikawa Tooru was at his breaking point.

He let out a soft grunt and rubbed his right knee. The aching was back, but he pushed it to the far corners of his brain. He needed to nail this jump serve. He needed to constantly improve himself in order to become the best, in order to keep certain geniuses from surpassing him, in order to reach his full potential-

Throwing the volleyball up into the air and taking a few steps, his hand made contact with it, the sound booming through the silent gym.

-

It was late at night and you were out on your evening run. The air around you was cool and the sunset lit the sky with cotton candy pinks, reds, yellows, and blues.

In all honesty, it had been a rough two weeks for you too after the Karasuno match. You had seen Tooru work so hard in attempt to earn a ticket for nationals.

They were so close. 

Seeing how he wouldn’t get to take his beloved team there and seeing how distraught it made him, hurt you in more ways than one could imagine. 

You had barely seen Tooru since the match. A ‘goodmorning’, ‘goodnight’ and ‘I love you’ text would be sent on the daily to remind him that you were still there for him, but you understood that he needed space. Still, you knew about his bad habits of overworking himself, of overthinking loses, and couldn’t help but worry for his wellbeing. 

The gravel of the unpaved road moved under your feet as you ran in the direction towards school. 

Passing by the front gates, your eyes couldn’t help but spot a bright light coming from the back end of the buildings. You stopped in your tracks, eyebrows furrowing. 

“Is that…?” You shook your head in disbelief. But your body hesitated from moving on with your run. Sighing, you entered through the school gates and made your way back towards the gym. The doors were open, light streaming out onto the concrete. Taking your earbuds out, your put them into your pocket as you slowly approached the doors. You heard a low groan coming from inside.

Peeking in through the doorways, your breath suddenly got caught in your throat. 

-

It had been three hours. Three fucking hours of his miserable self-practice and Tooru still couldn’t get his jump serve just right. His legs and feet were sore and his hand was a bright shade of red from the contact it made with the volleyball everytime he hit. “This is it. I feel it. This serve is gonna be the one.” he mumbled to himself. Tossing the ball high up into the air, he prepared himself. 

Three steps. Arms slightly behind him for momentum. 

Right. Left. Right.

You watched your boyfriend in awe but there was a stomach churning feeling you couldn’t shake. Your anxiety was through the roof. You didn’t him to hurt himself again. The first time was enough.

His jumping form was perfect, graceful even. 

A sharp and loud crack came from the hit, causing you to flinch. Your eyes widened. “That was a good serve” you thought. The ball was sent flying towards the net with incredible speed, but just as you thought it was about to go over, it got caught. 

“FUCK!” You watched as Tooru kicked the cart of volleyballs next to him with full force, sending it back to hit the gym wall. He had spent years and years preparing himself for a chance to be recognized nationally with his team and he let them down. He had fucked up. His legs and knees felt dull as he fell onto the gym floor. Tears of anger and frustration ran down his face.

“Tooru-” You ran to your boyfriend and immediately wrapped your arms around him. He felt your warm embrace as you cradeled him, softly running his your fingers through his hair in attempt to calm down.

“It’s my fault… it’s all my fault. If I had been a better captain, if I had practiced more- if I had been a better person maybe, maybe I wouldn’t have let them all down- maybe, maybe, we could’ve gone to nationals-“ Tooru squeezed his eyes shut. This all had to be a deam. These last two weeks were just a figment of his imagination. He would still have future matches to play with Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, Mattsun- his whole team. It wasn’t over-

It couldn’t be over-

But it was. 

He knew that. 

There was no changing the reality of the situation.

Tooru looked up at you, his eyes red and puffy. “Y/N,” he breathed “Please, please- I need to know that it’s not my fault we lost, because right now it really feels like it- if I had been better-if my reflexes were faster I could’ve received that ball- if I had been good captain- I need you to tell me that I’m a good person. I know I can be selfish, and naracassistic, and self-destructive, but underneath all that, deep down, I’m good. I tried. I need you to tell me I’m good.”

You felt like your heart was shattering into a million pieces. 

You let out a soft sob and gently wiped away his tears, shaking your head.

“No, baby. It’s not your fault. You gave it your all. All of you did. You all played at 120% and I know you’ve been destroying yourself because you couldn’t get that receive, but you have to realize that no one is blaming you, okay? You played well, Tooru.” You cooed.

“ You are a good person. You are the best person I know. These past few weeks must have been really hard on you, yeah?” You asked while peppering gentle kisses all over his face. You gave him a pained smile. It was your turn to cry.

“I’ve watched you bust your ass for volleyball ever since elementary school, Tooru. You’ve worked so hard all these years and I wish you could see what an impact you’ve made on your team. They look up to you. You’re an amazing captain.” Tooru’s grip on you tightened. He trembled in your arms quietly, small whimpers coming out of his mouth. 

“I know you always want to improve and you tend to overwork and tear yourself down, especially with volleyball, but remember I’ll always be here to build you back up, okay? I’ve got your back for eternity. So please, I want you to know that you’ve worked hard. It’s not going unnoticed. You are a good person. Nothing is your fault. ” The Oikawa you knew and loved, who was always showing others his flirty and snarky side, was deduced to a sniffling puddle in your arms. You cupped his cheeks and melded your warm lips to his, giving him a soft and loving kiss. As he kissed you back all the tension in his body felt like it had been released. 

It was nice to know that you understood his thought process and how he was feeling. You two had always clicked that way.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away from your lips, “Thank you.” He said and nuzzled himself into the crook of your neck. 

You sighed and rubbed circles on his back. “Why don’t I help you clean up and then let’s get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

It took you and Tooru no longer than 10 minutes to put up all the equiptment and grab his bags from the locker room. With one of his bags in your hand, you turned around and offered your free one to him.“Ready?” He gladly took it with a small smile on his face. “Let’s go home.” He gave your hand a slight squeeze as the two of you exited the gym.

The two of you walked back to his house hand-in-hand, soft smiles lingering on your lips and quick glances being exchanged with one another. 

“I missed you these past few weeks, Tooru.”

“I missed you too, Y/N.”

There was unspoken understanding between the two of you as you walked home that night: Oikawa Tooru’s volleyball career wasn’t over-

hi! my name is alyssa and idk if this is a  legit haikyuu writing blog, but sometimes i have all these ideas in my head for different scenarios with characters and i need an outlet to get it all out. So, here I am.

my writing is shit most of the time, but I enjoy doing it so– ha.

anywayzzzz. here we gooo :)

pairing: childhood bestfriend/lover!reader x oikawa tooru

summary:oikawa tooru questions whether or not he’s a good person.

warnings: none. Its just some really sappy times with alyssa looooool.

“I need you to tell me that I’m a good person. I know I can be selfish, and naracassistic, and self-destructive, but underneath all that deep down, I’m good. I need you to tell me I’m good.”

this was 100% insipired by an iwaoi tiktok i saw by @moeyalawn (tiktok user) , but i definitley made it into a oikawa x reader scenario. please dont kill me.

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Heavy breathing filled the empty gym. Cold sweat ran down the side of Tooru’s face as he reared up, getting ready to practice another serve. It had been two weeks since Aoba Johsai’s lost to Karasuno at the Spring High Preliminaries . No one saw the loss coming- no team ever does.

Tooru had become a madman after Preliminaries. He stayed up late cosumed by the things he could’ve done better at the tournament, slacked off in most of his classes, and had been avoiding you and Iwaizumi. Oikawa Tooru was at his breaking point.

He let out a soft grunt and rubbed his right knee. The aching was back, but he pushed it to the far corners of his brain. He needed to nail this jump serve. He needed to constantly improve himself in order to become the best, in order to keep certain geniuses from surpassing him, in order to reach his full potential-

Throwing the volleyball up into the air and taking a few steps, his hand made contact with it, the sound booming through the silent gym.

-

It was late at night and you were out on your evening run. The air around you was cool and the sunset lit the sky with cotton candy pinks, reds, yellows, and blues.

In all honesty, it had been a rough two weeks for you too after the Karasuno match. You had seen Tooru work so hard in attempt to earn a ticket for nationals.

They were so close. 

Seeing how he wouldn’t get to take his beloved team there and seeing how distraught it made him, hurt you in more ways than one could imagine. 

You had barely seen Tooru since the match. A ‘goodmorning’, ‘goodnight’ and ‘I love you’ text would be sent on the daily to remind him that you were still there for him, but you understood that he needed space. Still, you knew about his bad habits of overworking himself, of overthinking loses, and couldn’t help but worry for his wellbeing. 

The gravel of the unpaved road moved under your feet as you ran in the direction towards school. 

Passing by the front gates, your eyes couldn’t help but spot a bright light coming from the back end of the buildings. You stopped in your tracks, eyebrows furrowing. 

“Is that…?” You shook your head in disbelief. But your body hesitated from moving on with your run. Sighing, you entered through the school gates and made your way back towards the gym. The doors were open, light streaming out onto the concrete. Taking your earbuds out, your put them into your pocket as you slowly approached the doors. You heard a low groan coming from inside.

Peeking in through the doorways, your breath suddenly got caught in your throat. 

-

It had been three hours. Three fucking hours of his miserable self-practice and Tooru still couldn’t get his jump serve just right. His legs and feet were sore and his hand was a bright shade of red from the contact it made with the volleyball everytime he hit. “This is it. I feel it. This serve is gonna be the one.” he mumbled to himself. Tossing the ball high up into the air, he prepared himself. 

Three steps. Arms slightly behind him for momentum. 

Right. Left. Right.

You watched your boyfriend in awe but there was a stomach churning feeling you couldn’t shake. Your anxiety was through the roof. You didn’t him to hurt himself again. The first time was enough.

His jumping form was perfect, graceful even. 

A sharp and loud crack came from the hit, causing you to flinch. Your eyes widened. “That was a good serve” you thought. The ball was sent flying towards the net with incredible speed, but just as you thought it was about to go over, it got caught. 

“FUCK!” You watched as Tooru kicked the cart of volleyballs next to him with full force, sending it back to hit the gym wall. He had spent years and years preparing himself for a chance to be recognized nationally with his team and he let them down. He had fucked up. His legs and knees felt dull as he fell onto the gym floor. Tears of anger and frustration ran down his face.

“Tooru-” You ran to your boyfriend and immediately wrapped your arms around him. He felt your warm embrace as you cradeled him, softly running his your fingers through his hair in attempt to calm down.

“It’s my fault… it’s all my fault. If I had been a better captain, if I had practiced more- if I had been a better person maybe, maybe I wouldn’t have let them all down- maybe, maybe, we could’ve gone to nationals-“ Tooru squeezed his eyes shut. This all had to be a deam. These last two weeks were just a figment of his imagination. He would still have future matches to play with Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, Mattsun- his whole team. It wasn’t over-

It couldn’t be over-

But it was. 

He knew that. 

There was no changing the reality of the situation.

Tooru looked up at you, his eyes red and puffy. “Y/N,” he breathed “Please, please- I need to know that it’s not my fault we lost, because right now it really feels like it- if I had been better-if my reflexes were faster I could’ve received that ball- if I had been good captain- I need you to tell me that I’m a good person. I know I can be selfish, and naracassistic, and self-destructive, but underneath all that, deep down, I’m good. I tried. I need you to tell me I’m good.”

You felt like your heart was shattering into a million pieces. 

You let out a soft sob and gently wiped away his tears, shaking your head.

“No, baby. It’s not your fault. You gave it your all. All of you did. You all played at 120% and I know you’ve been destroying yourself because you couldn’t get that receive, but you have to realize that no one is blaming you, okay? You played well, Tooru.” You cooed.

“ You are a good person. You are the best person I know. These past few weeks must have been really hard on you, yeah?” You asked while peppering gentle kisses all over his face. You gave him a pained smile. It was your turn to cry.

“I’ve watched you bust your ass for volleyball ever since elementary school, Tooru. You’ve worked so hard all these years and I wish you could see what an impact you’ve made on your team. They look up to you. You’re an amazing captain.” Tooru’s grip on you tightened. He trembled in your arms quietly, small whimpers coming out of his mouth. 

“I know you always want to improve and you tend to overwork and tear yourself down, especially with volleyball, but remember I’ll always be here to build you back up, okay? I’ve got your back for eternity. So please, I want you to know that you’ve worked hard. It’s not going unnoticed. You are a good person. Nothing is your fault. ” The Oikawa you knew and loved, who was always showing others his flirty and snarky side, was deduced to a sniffling puddle in your arms. You cupped his cheeks and melded your warm lips to his, giving him a soft and loving kiss. As he kissed you back all the tension in his body felt like it had been released. 

It was nice to know that you understood his thought process and how he was feeling. You two had always clicked that way.

“I love you,” he whispered as he pulled away from your lips, “Thank you.” He said and nuzzled himself into the crook of your neck. 

You sighed and rubbed circles on his back. “Why don’t I help you clean up and then let’s get out of here?”

“Yes, please.”

It took you and Tooru no longer than 10 minutes to put up all the equiptment and grab his bags from the locker room. With one of his bags in your hand, you turned around and offered your free one to him.“Ready?” He gladly took it with a small smile on his face. “Let’s go home.” He gave your hand a slight squeeze as the two of you exited the gym.

The two of you walked back to his house hand-in-hand, soft smiles lingering on your lips and quick glances being exchanged with one another. 

“I missed you these past few weeks, Tooru.”

“I missed you too, Y/N.”

There was unspoken understanding between the two of you as you walked home that night: Oikawa Tooru’s volleyball career wasn’t over-

edit by @princecorvusss

summary: You’re a kindergarten teacher, and the guardian of the worst child in your class just so happens to be the very attractive male stripper you were with the other night.

pairing: dabi/ fem! reader

word count: 5.5k+ words

warnings: crackish, lowkey suggestive, fluff; it’s actually softer than i expected, angst if u try hard enough

a/n: so, um… 😳 yeah. literally was going to write a totally different thing until i came across a tiktok by @/yeunbean with this concept and i… 😳 so… also note that they all still have quirks but dabi isn’t a villain and there’s no such thing as heroes for some reason?? idk have fun

You never really thought that you would become a kindergarten teacher, but you loved your job.

Kids, in your opinion, were actually extremely intelligent. They were insightful, they picked up on things easily, they were curious, they talked about everything and anything. It was like surrounding yourself with a group of adults without all the angst and complications. Not to mention that they were absolutely adorable. Your heart melts everytime they learn something new and their eyes light up.

However, as you learned, they could be quite the handful. Some more than others.

“Shouto, please don’t try and set Katsuki’s backpack on fire again,” you tried, but ultimately knew the words flew over the boy’s dual-colored head. He nodded blankly before walking away, and you could only pray that the fire department didn’t have to come by again.

Todoroki Shouto. Age 4. Birthday January 11th. Quirk half-cold, half-hot. That was the only information given to you before you accepted him into your class, not knowing how much distress this one boy could cause on your mental state.

His quirk was newly developed, so it wasn’t like you could blame all the accidents solely on Shouto. Yet, deliberately not doing in class projects, or climbing the roof and making an ice slide, or lighting trash-cans on fire, is a difficult situation. Discipline has never really been an issue at your school, or even in your class, but Shouto was a whole different story.

“Miss Y/N!” Mina called out to you, a bored expression on her paint-stained face. “Shouto is trying to set Bakugou on fire again.”

You sighed deeply. Seriously, you didn’t get paid enough to do this.

“Todoroki! Bakugou!” you sternly said, putting your hands on your hips as you looked down on the two little boys. Their lit hands were only inches away from each other’s face. “Don’t grab each other like that!”

“Miss Y/N called Todoroki and Bakugou by their family name,” Denki murmured to his friend Hanta, although the missing teeth was making it hard to understand. Hanta only nodded thoughtfully, eating his apple slices. “Now we know that she’s really angry.”

“Sorry,” Katsuki scoffed, but with a blotch of red across his cheeks. Although he always had a pretty bad attitude, Katsuki was always a stickler for the rules.

Shouto, however, didn’t have the same sentiment. “But he’s bothering me, Miss Y/N.”

You took a deep breath, before crouching down to his eye level. You weren’t going to yell at him, you weren’t a monster, but you needed to make sure that he understood.

“If Katsuki-kun is being mean to you, tell him to stop, and if he doesn’t, you can always come to me,” you smiled, and for a moment, you could see his expression soften back to a regular child. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

His eyes widened, before he nodded embarrassedly. “O-Okay…”

“What is she, your mommy?” Katsuki snorted, and that was all Shouto needed to freeze Katsuki to the wall.

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“You know, I don’t want to do this as much as you do,” you said softly, hoping that the anger radiating off of Shouto would diminish slightly. Unfortunately, his glare only hardened as he crossed his little arms, unmoving.

And sipping on the juice pouch you gave him. You didn’t want him to be thirsty, after all.

You had called Shouto’s guardian to meet after school, to discuss Shouto’s behavior in class. You already talked with Katsuki’s mom, and she looked like the type who didn’t mess around, so you trust that Katsuki learned his lesson when he got home. However, you wanted to have a meeting with Shouto’s guardian face-to-face, to see if there was anything going on at home that would affect his behavior in any way.

“Do you know when your father is coming?” you asked, checking your watch. You’re pretty sure you called during lunchtime, and it was already two in the afternoon.

“He’s not my dad.” Shouto said bluntly, a bitterness when he said the word dad.

“Oh, okay…” you nodded understandingly. You looked over your files, and it didn’t say what his caretaker did for a living. “Does he work in the mornings?”

“He works at night.”

Your eye twitched very slightly. Maybe he’s just tired or something? But you couldn’t imagine having a child and not showing up when their teacher calls you to discuss their behavior, and you used to work the night shift at your old job too.

There was a knock on your office door, and you smiled to Shouto before opening the door.

“Hey,” said a very tall, very familiar looking man.

You nearly slammed the door in his face.

Look, you may be a teacher, but you’re young. Fresh out of college and still had a long way to go before joint pains became the primary concern in your life. You still had friends that were still in school, you still went out to clubs, you still had fun. You were still at that age where all of your high school friends started getting married.

And having bachelorette parties. At strip clubs.

You’re not saying that Shouto’s guardian was the male stripper Dabi that was grinding on you and only you last week. In fact, there was a good chance that he wasn’t the same person at all. There were a lot of people in the world who had black hair, striking blue eyes, piercings everywhere… and you meant everywhere.

“Oh. I remember you,” he blinked, and honestly, you felt shivers run through your spine when you recognized his deep voice.

“R-Really?” you said, wanting to actually cry at the fact that you actually just stuttered. “I don’t think we’ve met before.”

Lying wasn’t your favorite thing in the world, but it helped when you wanted to avoid the man who gave you a private show.

⠀ iwaizumi hajime | ONE

in which they started as a comfort mechanism, a way to get all of their anger out through pleasure. but it soon spiralled in something more than just fucking their frustrations out.

warnings nsfw, choking, hair pulling, mild degradation, daddy kink, rough sex, deep penetration, oral (giving), fingering, deepthroating.

wc 4.1k ohmygod

a/n well, here we go with part one out of five of my five hundred special that’s being posted extremely late, but anyway here it is!

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sakusa (佐久早) - ‘forever early,’ kiyoomi (聖臣) - 'holy minister' 

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very loosely inspired by false god by taylor swift as well as the translations of the characters of sakusa’s name seen above (which are taken from the haikyuu wiki.)

also, no, this does not mean i’m taking requests for sakusa now. still not super sure i know him well enough yet. 

there are some very minor religious references in this smutty work. if that makes you uncomfortable, i’d recommend not reading. 

nsfw warning featuring: cunnilingus, body worship, dominant sakusa, submissive reader, porn without plot fem reader

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You could kiss this man forever, you were so sure of it. It was rushed and rough but if he pulled away, you felt like you would die, you’d stop breathing, so you grabbed his face and held him there with his lips against yours and you knew he’d get frustrated - angry, even - but you didn’t care. 

But he pulled your hands away easily - your grip on his hair wasn’t strong enough, apparently. And he ended the kiss as if he didn’t even care how badly you needed it.

“I have to go.” 

“You always have to go.” 

“Yeah, because you choose the worst times to be clingy.” 

Kiyoomi doesn’t like pouting. He especially doesn’t like begging. But you didn’t care. 

“I can’t help when I want you.” Your bottom lip stuck out, and Kiyoomi gave you the slightest scowl. Your hands trailed the length of his firm chest, but your touch seemed to have no affect on him. “Are you sure you can’t stay?” 

Sakusa took your face between his hands, “If I could stay,” he started, ignoring any look of need he could see in your eyes, “I would stay.” 

“I need you.” 

“I have to go.” 

“But I need you.” 

Kiyoomi closed his eyes and sighed. His hands still hadn’t left your face. It was annoying when you were like this, he couldn’t stand when you got so clingy - because he just couldn’t tell you no. He never could.

“Please, Kiyoomi,” your nose followed the cutting edge of his jaw; the sharp scent of his aftershave burned in the best way; you were getting more and more needy and he could tell. 

His large hands slid down to rest on the sides of your neck - he’d made his decision. It wasn’t a tough choice to make. He was close so the gruff sound of his voice didn’t have to travel far to your ear as he said, “I need you, too.” 

Those simple words alone gave you a wave of pleasure that you couldn’t have seen coming. 

“Go lie on the bed.” 

As much as he hated being away from you, your obedience made him lose his breath - it was the little things. 

Kiyoomi ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at his watch - if he made this quick, the city’s traffic would be a viable excuse for how late he’d be. If you let him make it quick. 

He was sure he’d have to think of another excuse - that is, if he didn’t want to walk into his friend’s house announcing, “Hey guys, sorry for being late - I was busy fucking my girlfriend, so, as you can guess, I was a little held up.” 

Sometimes lying is more polite than being honest - Sakusa had learned that early in life. But, honestly, he’d be surprised if he even made it to the volleyball game watch party he’d been invited to. 

You were almost glad he was in such a time crunch, because it meant he wouldn’t make you wait. A lot of the time when he gives you those demanding words, ‘go lie on the bed,’ he’ll take any length of time to follow you. But today, he was basically right behind you. 

You knew better than to take your clothes off yourself. Even in a hurry, Kiyoomi wanted to be the one to strip you. And one wrong move today would make him turn and go and leave you needy. 

But you were ready to be out of your clothes. You were ready for him. 

“Come here,” you said from the bed, reaching out toward him, dying for him to take your hand and lead you to where you needed to go. 

He’d comply, simply because he didn’t have time to deny you. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” he tutted, a joke that you knew he meant. You grinned. 

“Sorry, Omi.” 

“You better be.” 

The man towered over you and he was far too powerful for this to be fair; you were already squirming and the only thing that had touched you was his strong gaze. 

He popped the button of your pants open with a quick flick of his fingers. 

“And that better be the last time I hear that nickname.” 

“I only said it out of habit.” 

“I don’t care.” 

He didn’t listen to any reply you had, instead he pulled at your jeans, attempting to be quick and swift but only making you squeal as your entire body was pulled down the bed - Kiyoomi had to hold back his laugh. “Raise your hips,” he told you, like it was obvious, maybe because it was, and you would’ve been embarrassed by being laughed at if you weren’t so enamored by Kiyoomi’s pretty grin. 

You raised your hips and he tugged again, successfully this time, and as he pulled your pants down the length of your legs, he followed them. Before you knew it, your pants were on the floor and so were Sakusa’s knees. 

“Come closer.” 

“Oh, you mean business today, don’t you?” 

“I always mean business.” He helped pull you down the bed until your hips were almost dangling off the edge - your scooting just wasn’t quick enough for him. “I don’t have the time for your games right now, Y/N.” 

“What games?” 

“Don’t act dumb.” 

“I’m not playing any games -”

“Stop talking.” He was eyeing your underwear - for a second he wanted to literally rip them off. Those pesky sex hormones of his were ever present, but so was his logic. So instead of ripping your perfectly good underwear, “lift up,” he pulled them down, like the sensible man he was.  One day, though, he’d give in to the urge and let himself tear them to pieces. 

Hopefully on that day he’ll have more than nine minutes to get this done. 

He ducked his head and his lips fell to rest on your knee - maybe it was a weird place to kiss, but it’s where he always started. And his lips would kiss the same trail he’d created time and time again; this time there was a messy line of hickeys - ten of them, he’d counted - that followed the curve of your inner thigh to guide him where he was meant to go. They weren’t his best work, they were left in a daze just last night, but there was no time to clean them up. He’d love to leave more marks, but right now that wasn’t what he was meant to be doing, so he spread your legs apart and let his tongue do all the work. 

The feeling of Sakusa’s mouth absolutely devouring you, while familiar and at this point routine, was one you could never get used to. It was magic - this man’s tongue was pure magic. He was precise and determined and oh so shameless; he knew just what he was doing and he always had the upper hand. 

He hated rushing things, so even though he didn’t have the time for it, he took things slow. It was a pace you had learned to appreciate - Kiyoomi always did his best work when he took his time, after all. He put your clit between his lips and tugged - “fuck, Kiyoomi!” - and his tongue lapped at your walls like he was dying to get a taste of you, which was true - “Oh my god!” - and his hands held your hips like they were locked onto them. His hold was tight and controlling; he was pushing and pulling your entire body at his will just with his grip on your hips, and he wouldn’t let go for anything. 

Sakusa didn’t care if he was meant to be anywhere else in the world - nothing was more important to him than having his mouth attached to you. You were sweet and dripping and so soft; he was addicted to giving this to you. 

He looked up and watched you. You were still wearing a shirt - his mistake - and he wanted it gone. He couldn’t enjoy this unless he could see all of you. 

He pulled his mouth free and ignored your annoying whines. “Take your shirt off,” he instructed, and his tongue trailed along your sex lazily as he watched you strip the shirt away, with only a bit of struggle. Your bra was quick to follow and even though he hadn’t given you that instruction, he was glad he didn’t need to. 

Your hair was his favorite kind of mess because of how much you’d been running your hands through it, and your body was squirming in every direction it could move in - he assumed you were trying to loosen his grip on your hips. It wouldn’t work. 

“Fuck, Kiyoomi, right there, please -”

He rolled his eyes. I know, that’s what he wanted to say, if his mouth wasn’t busy. Do you really think you need to tell him where your clit is? 

“ - don’t stop, Kiyoomi, right there, right there!” 

“I know.” 

“Kiyoomi -”

His eyes flicked to his watch - he now had five minutes until he was meant to meet his friends. He didn’t care about those plans anymore, though. 

“Be quiet,” he told you. The way you whined in response made Sakusa feel like he was going to go crazy. “Those moans are for me. Not the entire neighborhood. Be quiet.”

“I’m just offering you some encouragement, Omi.”

“I don’t need it,” he deadpanned. “You think I don’t know what I’m doing?” 

You shook your head, not really knowing how to reply - you only wanted him to get back to it. You had learned your lesson, you’d be quiet, your moans would be loud enough for only him to hear. You were done trying to take any control of this situation. 

And Sakusa was done talking his time. 

He sang prayers into your sex while he held onto your hips like they were his altar. Like you were the god he was on his knees praying to. Like he’d found heaven between your legs and it was dripping right out of you. He pulled you closer, you didn’t even realize you could be closer to him, and you knew if he wasn’t there holding you up you’d fall right off the bed. You thought you might fall anyway. 

He especially doesn’t like begging, but sometimes, the situation called for it. And in that moment, Kiyoomi was begging you. Silently, wordlessly, beautifully begging you to give him his salvation and let go for him. He wanted it bad. He was moaning, whimpering as he kept lapping into your cunt, shamelessly letting you soak his chin and make a mess out of him. 

His knees were aching, his jaw was cramping, his cock was throbbing, yet all he could think about was how badly he needed you to cum for him. And he didn’t care how long it took. He’d get you there. 

He was thrilled that it only took another few moments, though. He watched your face as you came and he took a breath of relief as he kept you cumming; finally. 

Nothing felt better than bringing you to your peak. Sakusa could bring you places you never even knew existed - both of you knew that. He was arrogant. You were thankful. 

He pushed you up so you were no longer hanging off the bed, his mouth followed and his knees finally got a break, and he was waiting for that familiar whimper to tell him to pull away. He made sure to leave a few kisses as a bit of a farewell because he just couldn’t resist.

His hands felt stuck in their position gripping your hips but he forced them off; with your previously discarded shirt he wiped away the wetness you’d created on his chin and then he moved up to tend to you. 

He brushed your messy hair out of your face and placed exact kisses along your cheekbone - eight times - as he settled on top of you. “How was that?” he asked, cradling your face. You were still catching your breath as you wrapped your arms around him and tucked your face into his neck. 

“I love you,” you mumbled, and he grinned. 

“Are you satisfied?” He pulled you out of hiding, looking you in the eye. “Hm? Was that what you needed?” 

He needed to hear you say it, even though he already knew he had given you more than what you desired. 

“Yeah,” you replied, whispers of an elated giggle trailing the word. “Yeah.” 

He kissed you. “I love you, too.” He kissed you again. “Even though you made me late.” One more. “Inexcusably late, actually.” Twice more. “But I don’t mind.” Three more times, just to make sure. “It was well worth it.” 

“Are you still going?” 

Sakusa bit his lip. “I’m debating.” 

“I’d love for you to stay,” you hummed, resting your hand on his cheek, and he fell into the touch. 

“Yeah?” You nodded. Kiyoomi took a second to think about it. 

Nobody would question why he hadn’t shown up. He was sure they didn’t expect him to, anyway. Not that he was flaky - just that Kiyoomi didn’t care much for that type of interaction. His friends knew that. And they were understanding. 

Besides, it was too late now. Even if he wanted to go, he refused to show up late and with a raging boner. There was only one thing Kiyoomi wanted to do tonight, and it was you. 

it’s osamu time and just bc of that i love you forever and ever omg! ANYWAY, i had a lot of fun doing this one and i really hope you like it eheh

.｡.:*✧ Miya Atsumu ✧*:.｡.

⊱✿⊰ Matcha tea ⊱✿⊰ How and when do they propose to their s/o?

You had gone to Disneyland when Atsumu proposed to you. Your weekend was memorable, very fun and full of memories that you would keep forever, especially the memory of the farewell to that place.

The two of you were ready to leave after three days of exploring that fun attraction and, wanting to remember that trip forever, Atsumu insisted on taking a photo at the entrance to the park and, obviously, you too. As soon as you found a tourist too friendly to take your picture, you and Atsumu stood side by side, wide and captivating smiles, until you stopped feeling Atsumu’s strong body against yours. Intrigued, you looked to the side, seeing Atsumu kneeling, a small box open to expose a shiny ring, your eyes starting to sparkle automatically.

Atsumu made a short speech, rehearsed so long ago, and let you know how you made him feel and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you; and he didn’t get to say those four magic words because, even before he got to that part, you were already kissing him, his trembling hands putting the ring on you, the tourists passing by you applauding the beginning of a new stage of your lives.

ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•ﾟ

.｡.:*✧ Miya Osamu ✧*:.｡.

⊱✿⊰ Matcha tea ⊱✿⊰ How and when do they propose to their s/o?

It was going to be spontaneous and unplanned. Although Osamu had already thought many times about proposing to you, even because you had already had this conversation at one time or another, it took a while for him to propose to you. When he thought the moment was right, nerves betrayed him, making him nervous, making him question whether it was really what you wanted and all doubts forced Osamu to put the ring back in the desk drawer.

Until the day the two of you were bored in the living room, you with a scoop of ice cream in your hand, he with the whipped cream in his, just eating and depressing together on that dark winter night, where there was no electricity for almost two days. There were a few candles around you, two lanterns for each of you, and the irritation of being without light to attack you.

But you were beautiful painted by candlelight, your welcoming smile so beautiful painted with the brown of the ice cream, your eyes with a shine that was characteristic of you. And, before your relaxed and beautiful figure, Osamu realized why he fell in love with you the first time, remembering all the reasons and life choices that led you to that exact moment; and, so bewitched by you, Osamu stopped thinking, stopped wondering, and just whispered “Will you marry me?”

ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•ﾟ

.｡.:*✧ Kita Shinsuke ✧*:.｡.

⊱✿⊰ Matcha tea ⊱✿⊰ How and when do they propose to their s/o?

Kita was going to do something romantic and private. It was going to be your birthday and Kita had everything ready: you were going to get home after a long day at work and he was just going to spoil you. The entrance was decorated with small petals of red roses, some candles lighting the house as you entered. When you got to the kitchen, you noticed a sweet smell and you quickly realized that Kita had really cooked for you, something very rare; but he was still nowhere to be found, so you decided to go to your room, where a large bouquet of roses was in the middle of your bed, with a small white card resting on a box.

Your first instinct was to grab the card and the box, feeling the weight of both in your hands and, very interestingly, you opened the black box, where there was a ring with a small diamond; would it be a birthday gift? You quickly opened the card, eager to read your boyfriend’s words, and on the card, you just read “turn round”. Confused, you did so, coming across Kita kneeling, so nervous and flushed, the smile on him denouncing all the nerves he felt.

“Will you marry me?”

Ahh adorable I really enjoyed writing this even Atsumu made me soft

╭───────────  ۪۫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.` ───────────╮

𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑨𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒖

╰───────────  ۪۫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.` ───────────╯

» Atsumu won't be the one to ask for cuddles

» Not directly at least

» He'd lay on your bed, looking at you without saying anything (might pull off some kind of puppy dog eyes if you're too stubborn to give in) and that's how he is mentally asking you to go and snuggle with him

» If you tease him about it he will either leave or turn things a bit,,, less fluffy 😶

» But there are moments when Atsumu gets really down and the oy comfort he seems and needs is inside your arms

» Especially if his team loses and he feels guilty of their defeat

» These moments will be the only ones where he's the small spoon

» Because when you ask for cuddles, he's always the big spoon

» Not that you mind

» But he might tease you at first if he's feeling like it

» "Aww is my doll needy?"

» He loves the way you lean on his chest and your face instantly becomes less tense and so peaceful

» If you start kissing his neck you send him on cloud 9

» Enjoy these fluffy moments while you can before he turns to his teasing self

╭───────────  ۪۫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.` ───────────╮

𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑶𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒖

╰───────────  ۪۫ ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎.` ───────────╯

» He's also not one to directly ask for cuddles, but he will be a lot more obvious

» You'd be sitting on the couch reading a book and he'd back hug you out of the blue and bury his head on the crock of your neck

» "Samu?" "Hm" "Cuddles?" "Mhm"

» And every cuddling session is so calming and soft

» Sometimes you hold each other until you drift off to sleep

» Other times you talk about the most random things 

» And of course there are times when you just stay in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and soft touch

» If you're feeling down, you bet he's gonna hold you until he hears you adorable laugh or sees your precious smile again

» But the moments you both treasure the most, are the ones you snuggle together, either on your bed or the couch, and bring back all of your funny and cute memories together

» You look into his eyes and all you see is pure love

» And obviously his sight is no different than yours

» Lots of kisses, you literally cover each other's face with kisses

» Cuddling sessions are the moments when Osamu feels like he's falling for you all over again

» Feeling so thankful he gets to receive all of your affection every day

＊·。*─────────「 ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ 」

This got long as fuck, jfc

(Y/n) had never been so upset at herself in her life. She was always so good at not getting the Miya twins mixed up, and now this.

It wasn’t her fault really, at least that’s what she told herself.

She had been shoved into a closet in the 2nd floor of the house they were currently partying in just 10 minutes ago. A couple of her friends from class told her they’d be fetching her boyfriend.

(Y/n) figured Osamu wouldn’t be interested, he would just take her out of the closet and go on the rest of the party like nothing happened.

But when who she THOUGHT was Osamu walked into the closet and spoke, she felt a surge of confidence within her.

“Come here, doll. I want everything you can give me tonight.”

His voice sounded a bit off, but that could have been because of the alcohol.

It wasn’t until (Y/n) had turned on her phone’s flashlight to find her shirt that she realized her mistake.

“A-ATSUMU?!”

The blonde was just as surprised as she was. He immediately flushed red and started putting his shirt on faster. “T-they told me my girlfriend was in the closet… I thought they meant future girlfriend…”

(Y/n) had found a corner to hide and drink in, with enough of the party between her and Atsumu. She would see him in the crowd every now and then, they’d make eye contact, then quickly look away.

“Hey.” (Y/n) whipped her head to the left, feeling like she could just about shit herself when she saw Osamu standing beside her.

“H-Hi, babe! How are you?! Enjoying the party?!” Could I be any more obvious?

Osamu raised an eyebrow at her. “A couple of people told me you were in the 2nd floor closet waiting for me… why weren’t you there?”

(Y/n) felt her stomach drop. 

“I-I… uh…” (Y/n) released a breath she didn’t realize she had been holding. “I need to tell you something-”

“Osamu! Hey! Great to see you!” Atsumu called over (Y/n), making his way over to the two and placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“You drove us here…” Osamu said, narrowing his eyes at his brother. He looked back and forth between the two. “What’s going on…?”

Atsumu and (Y/n) visibly deflated.

“Maybe we should talk about this in the car…” the blonde murmured.

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The car ride back to Osamu’s apartment was dead silent. He had his arms crossed and his eyes dead set on the road ahead of them opting not to look at his brother or his girlfriend.

“… if it makes you feel better, it was really just hand and mouth stuff-”

“Shut the fuck up, Atsumu.” (Y/n) snapped.

When the three arrived at the apartment, Atsumu had followed (Y/n) and Osamu inside, getting ready to apologize for what would be the 500th time that night.

“I need to speak with you privately…” Osamu said/demanded, giving Atsumu a cold look before the two went into the bedroom.

(Y/n) bit her lip hard and plopped down on the couch, heart pumping a mile a minute. She was sure her relationship with Osa was over.

She could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, she forced them back when she heard Osamu call her from the bedroom.

She dragged her feet towards the bedroom, preparing for the waterworks.

Instead she saw the twins sitting at the edge of the bed, both shirtless, the bedside lamp being the only source of light in the room.

“Come here, (Y/n).” Osamu grunted, staring her down hard.

(Y/n) stayed planted in place.

“I think my brother just gave you an order… better follow it or you’re gonna get it…” Atsumu smirked.

(Y/n)’s feet went from feeling like cement to feeling light as a feather.

Before she knew it she was standing before her boyfriend, trembling under his gaze.

“Face Atsumu.”

She did.

Osamu stood up and moved behind (Y/n), his hands wandering to her hips and gripping the hem of her shirt. “I’m very worried, (Y/n)…” He lifted the shirt over her head, throwing it to the far corner of the room. That corner may as well have been Alaska.

“I’m worried my brother didn’t take proper care of you…” he continued, taking her shorts off. “Worried he just made himself feel good then left you high and dry.” Her bra was next.

“It sounded like she enjoyed herself.” Atsumu spoke up, licking his lips at the site of (Y/n)’s bare chest.

“Regardless…” Osamu dragged (Y/n)’s panties down her legs, tossing them into the pile of clothing once she stepped out of the fabric. “He needs to learn how to properly please you before he lays a hand on you again…”

Osamu moved onto the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and his legs parted. (Y/n) knew that position well. “Come here.”

(Y/n) felt like she was floating towards him. She sat with her back against his chest and her legs pressed together. He growled softly before gripping her thighs and parting her legs.

Atsumu adjusted himself to sit in front of them, the bulge in his boxers standing at attention.

Osamu’s own excitement was pressed against (Y/n)’s back, his boxer briefs restraining it. He slowly cupped (Y/n)’s breasts, kneading them slowly and occasionally rolling a nipple between his fingers.

“She likes them to be held like this…” he mumbled, resting his chin on (Y/n)’s shoulder to watch his own hands at work. “I go nice and slow… gentle… I can work my way up to being rough later.”

(Y/n) arched into Osa’s touch, sighing shakily. She could tell Atsumu wanted to touch her, but he kept his hands on his thighs, gripping at the fabric of his underwear.

“She was making more noise in the closet…” the blonde commented, causing (Y/n) to blush.

“She’s just holding back because you’re watching…” Osamu replied. He tugged on one of (Y/n)’s nipples, earning a small yelp from her. “Sound about right?”

“Absolutely…” Atsumu smiled.

Osamu ghosted his fingers down (Y/n)’s stomach, ghosting his fingers over her clit. He pressed slow, deliberate circled into her bud, drawing low and long moans out of her.

“So she likes it slow?” Atsumu asked, licking his lips at the site of her.

“Answer him, (Y/n).” Osamu pinched at her clit, punctuating his order.

“Y-yes… I like it slow…” she moaned, rolling her hips slightly. “Then fast and hard…”

“How hard?” Atsumu asked.

“As hard as she can get it.” Osamu interjected, answering for (Y/n).

He moved his other hand from her breast to her slit, teasing his fingers inside as slow as possible.

(Y/n) began to moan louder as she closed her eyes and relaxed against her boyfriend’s hold.

A separate pair of fingers entered (Y/n), earning a surprised moan from her as she snapped her eyes open. She watched Atsumu slowly pump his fingers into her while Osamu continued rubbing at her clit. 

She moaned louder, rocking her hips to meet their fingers.

Atsumu leaned closer and latched onto one of her nipples, sucking and swirling his tongue over her soft flesh. He pumped his fingers into her faster, moaning at the feeling of her tightness around him.

(Y/n) made a move to shut her legs, but Osamu gripped her knees and held them open. She felt like she was getting dizzy, the feeling of the two men between her was too much.

An unfamiliar feeling came rushing to her. She squealed and kicked her legs slightly as she squirted onto Atsumu’s fingers.

“Looks like I did something right…” Atsumu smirked, looking at the mess she left on the sheets.

“Let’s see if you can keep it up…” Osamu smiled, wrapping an arm around (Y/n)’s waist to keep her steady and parting the lips of her slit with the fingers of his free hand.

Atsumu tugged off his boxers and eased his tip into (Y/n) slowly, groaning at her tightness. He gripped her chin and kissed her hard as he slowly pressed his hips flush against hers, filling her completely.

(Y/n) squealed against his lips, eagerly returning the kiss as Atsumu snapped his hips against hers.

Atsumu parted from the kiss, breathing hard as he readjusted her slightly onto his thighs to thrust deeper into her.

Osamu moved his hand from between them and grabbed her hair, yanking her head to the side and biting her neck hard.

“F-Fuck… where can I cum?” Atsumu moaned, gripping her thighs and bucking into her harder.

Osamu brushed his tongue over (Y/n)’s pulse point, mumbling against her hot skin. “Where do you want it?”

“I-inside…” (Y/n) moaned shakily, feeling her eyes roll into the back of her head. “Inside… please…”

“You heard her… she needs it bad.” Osamu smirked, nipping at her earlobe.

Just the thought of it had (Y/n) pushed over the edge. She was practically screaming as her walls tightened against Atsumu’s length. Her body felt like white, hot fire.

Atsumu groaned and shut his eyes, pressing his hips flush against (Y/n)’s as he emptied himself inside of her.

The two caught their breath for a moment until Osamu moved out from behind (Y/n), laying her on the bed. 

She closed her eyes, ready to sleep, until Atsumu cradled her from behind and parted her legs. “Not done yet, doll…”

(Y/n) licked her lips and opened her eyes, watching Osamu tug off his underwear and position himself between (Y/n)’s legs.

Having a high school’s star football player for a best friend definitely had its perks. (Y/n) got respect from the football team, meaning she got respect from pretty much everyone. No backhanded or sassy comments from assholes in her class, they left her alone and vice versa. They knew the second Miya Atsumu found out his bestie was slighted, he’d let the devil out.

But every pro had its con. He was as popular as they come, meaning he always had people around him demanding his attention. And though nobody necessarily pushed (Y/n) around to get to him, she would still find herself feeling left out and awkward in the crowd.

She knew it wasn’t his fault, sometimes he lost track of himself. But that didn’t make it hurt any less when she’d end up lost in the bleachers at a football game, knowing that the cheers of everyone around her would block out her own.

Of course (Y/n) had a crush on him, that was a no brainer. She and the Miya twins had known each other since kindergarten, spending that much time with a person will spark some romantic feelings.

But how could she even think about confessing to him when he had half the school in love with him?

It was Friday afternoon, meaning it was time for another pep-rally to hype the school up for the football game to take place a couple hours from them. The bell rang, signaling the students to head down to the gymnasium.

(Y/n) stood up from her desk, eyeing Atsumu’s letterman jacket that he draped over her shoulders when he noticed she forgot her coat at home that morning. She donned the large jacket, unable to hide her smile when she felt how big it was on her.

HIs scent clung to the material, filling her with a sense of comfort as she began the trek down to the gym. She got a couple sideways glances on the way there, ignoring each and every one of them, just chalking it up to confusion about the jacket she was sporting.

She smiled when she caught sight of Osamu, waiting for her at the gym doors like he always did. “Ready to show some school spirit?” she teased, nudging the taller boys arm as she stood in front of him.

He rolled his eyes before walking side by side with her into the gym and towards the bleachers. “Nope. They never do this for the volleyball team, why should I do it for the football team?”

“Cauuuuuse you love your brother?” (Y/n) suggested, following the silver-haired boy to the top of the bleachers.

Osamu snorted, tossing a very pointed look her way. “Or cause you love my brother?”

(Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him before punching his arm, the hit barely registering against his bicep. “Shut up...”

He smirked in response, looking her up and down, “Nice jacket...”

(Y/n) huffed before crossing her arms in a pout, unwilling to dignify that with a response. Osamu chuckled before turning his attention to his cellphone.

The pep-rally started with the marching band playing at full volume as usual. Then the cheerleaders filtered in, doing a quick routine before the football players hustled into the gym.

(Y/n) smiled wide when Atsumu caught sight of her and Osamu. He had already been waving to the students, but he waved more energetically once he saw them. She giggled to herself, waving back at him until the crowd quieted down.

Osamu quirked an eyebrow at her cockily, “Simp.” That earned another punch from her.

Atsumu made his way into the bleachers once the pep-rally was over, standing in front of his best friend and his brother with a wide smile on his face. “You look as enthused as ever,” Atsumu said, flicking Osamu’s forehead so he’d look up from the game he was playing on his phone.

“I mean, I could’ve skipped. But you know how (Y/n) is.” he said, standing in unison with (Y/n).

She gave him a death glare before smiling brightly at Atsumu. “You ready for the game?”

“Always,” he smiled back, “Coach said there’s gonna be college scouts there.”

“Really! Awesome! We’ll have to celebrate when you guys win then!” (Y/n) declared.

“Absolutely. Pizza at your place? Osamu and I can meet you there after the game.” Atsumu said, resting his hands on his hips.

“Perfect.” (Y/n)’s smile dropped when she remembered the letterman jacket she was sporting. “Oh! Do you want this back? I can have my mom bring me a jacket before the game if you do.”

Atsumu quickly shook his head, quickly taking hold of one of her arms as she began shrugging the jacket off. “No no! Keep it, it suits you!”

Osamu could tell (Y/n) was internally choking/screaming/dying, so he quickly spoke up. “We were going to go get coffee before the game. Wanna tag along?”

Atsumu sighed deeply, scratching at the back of his head as he turned to look at a couple of his teammates waiting for him at the bottom of the bleachers. “I would, but I promised the guys we’d practice a bit before the game. Next time though, yeah?”

With that, he left the two on the bleachers.

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(Y/n) practically tripped over herself as she pushed her way out of the crowded bleachers. She could hear Osamu calling after her as she ran out of the bleachers entirely, cold air burning at her lungs as she forced herself into an area where she could get some privacy.

Clutching at her chest, she leaned against the back wall of the concession stand, struggling to catch her breath and hold back her tears.

Her phone began to buzz in her pocket, her text tone rattling off repeatedly until she finally unlocked the device.

Osa: (Y/n) you know he’s an idiot

Osa: I’m sure it’s nothing

Osa: Where did you go?

(Y/n) could hear the crowd lining up at the concession stand, their chattering blocking out the sound of (Y/n)’s heavy breathing. She had ran out of the bleachers just before half-time started. Perfect timing. She tightened the jacket around herself, suddenly realizing how cold it was.

She didn’t realize how long she had been hiding out. Probably not very long, since Atsumu was rounding the corner of the concession stand. He breathed a sigh of relief before walking up to her and cupping her cold cheeks.

“There you are, my brother was ready to have a heart attack. What happened?” he asked, worriedly looking her over.

(Y/n) was glad she had repressed her tears when she got there, otherwise he definitely would have noticed her red, puffy eyes.

“Nothing, I just... you know I don’t like crowds.” She sputtered.

He sighed softly, smelling the bullshit coming off of that excuse from a mile away. “They’ve never been an issue at my games before....”

(Y/n) gulped, evading eye contact and opting to stare at her shoes. “I just had to get out of the crowd, is all...”

“(Y/n)... Sweets-” He was cut off when he heard his coach barking his name. “I have to go... Will you tell me what’s really going on later tonight?”

(Y/n) forced a smile, nodding quickly before watching him run off. She frowned, leaning back against the wall and hanging her head.

Soon enough, she saw Osamu rounding the corner, hands stuffed in his pockets as she stared at (Y/n) silently.

Neither of them spoke, and he knew how stubborn (Y/n) could be. Almost as stubborn as his brother.

“You know that’s not the first cheerleader to throw herself at him...” he said, slowly standing against the wall beside his friend.

(Y/n) sighed softly, nodding her head slightly. “I know...”

“And you know she won’t be the last...” he continued.

“I know...”

“So why’d you run off then...?” He asked, lightly nudging her with his elbow.

(Y/n) bit her lip, fighting back the tears again. “Cuz this is the first one he hasn’t shoved off him... The first one he didn’t seem to mind having all over him...”

Osamu sighed deeply, “Cheerleaders aren’t his type... I don’t know why he did that...”

“It’s fine,” she sniffled, quickly wiping her face and smiling sadly at him. “I’m just gonna call my mom and go home.”

He slowly nodded in response, “I take it pizza’s cancelled tonight?”

(Y/n) nodded again.

“I’ll tell Atsumu... Lemme wait with you for your mom to get here.”

It didn’t take (Y/n)’s mother long to get to the school, (Y/n) was grateful for that. Just as she was climbing into the car, she took off Atsumu’s letterman jacket, wordlessly handing it to his brother before shutting her car door.

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(Y/n) was in the middle of getting her ass kicked by her Math homework when she heard a tap at her window. Followed by a second, then a third.

Welp, this is how I die.

She cautiously approached the window, peaking out from the curtains only to see Atsumu standing on the lawn, one hand in his pocket and the other holding a box of pizza.

She bit her lip, watching him smile at her sheepishly. (Y/n) reluctantly opened the window, hissing as a cold gust of wind hit her almost immediately. “Osamu didn’t tell you I cancelled?”

Atsumu glanced at the front door before shrugging. “I un-cancelled...Can you let me in? I think my nipples are about to pop off...”

(Y/n) couldn’t help but laugh before shutting her window. She wasn’t going to just leave him out in the cold, especially when she knew he would stand there for hours until she finally budged.

He visibly relaxed when the door opened, only entering when (Y/n) waved him inside. “Thanks-”

(Y/n) quickly shushed him before ushering him up the stairs to her bedroom. She quickly shut the door behind them, sighing in relief before turning to him. “My parents are sleeping, why are you-”

Atsumu hugged her waist, pulling her close before pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. His lips were chapped from playing out in the harsh winter weather, but they were still the most beautiful thing (Y/n) had ever experienced.

The kiss ended too quickly for their liking, Atsumu keeping his hold on (Y/n)’s waist as he looked her over. “I had to show you myself that I don’t like cheerleaders...” he chuckled, gently brushing the cold tip of his nose over hers before glancing at the pizza box he had tossed onto her bed. “Plus, I really wanted some pizza...”

Pairing: Kirishima x Reader x Bakugou Warning: 18+, clearly. Threesome, doublepen., dirty talk. Word Count: 4.6k A/N: This is a collaboration pieced together from a very long and thirsty chat between @lady-bakuhoe​ and myself. Most importantly, I need it to be known that I wanted to name this fic “The One with the Drywall” but she wouldn’t let me. :( 

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The night was dark, and full of terrors.

Just kidding. It was full of Kirishima’s moans.

shouto was becoming a bad influence. his fuck authority mindset bleeding too far in the fact that you were both now in the principals office, your heads bowed down. apologies tumbling from your voice, you were embarrassed, and so so ready to never interact with human kind ever again.

aizawa was furious, mic was astonished, and nezu was simply lecturing about how even though sex was natural, to keep from fucking on school property. you of course agreed without a bat of an eye, but shouto remained silent.

“todoroki,” aizawa barked, and you flinched. three years later and aizawa was still as scary as the first day. “what do you say.”

“sorry,” shouto finally caves, but there’s no apology in his voice.

“it’s okay, thank you very much for apologizing! next time please wait until you’re in your room if you decide to be engaging in sexual behavior,” nezu smiles tactfully, his tea rising to his mouth. “you’re dismissed.”

he could say less, for you grabbed shoutos arm and dragged him out of the room faster than aizawas capturing weapon could rise from his body. 

“shouto!” you squeak, slapping your boyfriends arm the moment you were from earshot from the office. “what the fuck is wrong with you! I told you I couldn’t handle that!”

“but you looked hot,” shouto raised an eyebrow, a small smirk falling on his face, and your curl your upper lip shoving him again.

Of course you can! I’m sorry it took a while to post these, i’ve been setting up a haikyuu discord server so we can all thirst together so i’ve been slacking on requests :( but i really hope you enjoy them! ALSO I DID OIKAWA AND BOKUTO BECAUSE I COULDN’T DECIDE >.<

Public sex Headcanons - Oikawa and Bokuto

Warning: 18+, smut, public sex(duh) and a little bit of degradation.

Oikawa

- He’s had the whole thing planned since you’d agreed to come to the game with him. You’ve usually been pretty open to trying new things with him but he knew that if he’d warned you about his plan you would’ve chickened out.

- So when you’re sat at the back of the bleachers looking down at a particularly boring match and his hand find its way beneath your skirt, you couldn’t help but tense up and look at him with wide eyes.

- “What do you think you’re doing?” You’ll hiss at him but he’s just going to carry on watching the match as if his fingers weren’t caressing your inner thigh and inching dangerously close to your core.

- Fucking tease.

- Your eyes would be darting around checking to see if anyone had noticed what was happening but he’d chosen a secluded spot right at the back so the nearest people were at least 5 rows in front. It’ll click in your mind then that he’d planned this.

- “ Tōru , this isn’t funny, someone coul-“ you won’t get to finish your sentence before two of his slender fingers easily move your panties to the side and slip between your folds, sliding into you with ease.

- “Someone could see, huh?” You wanted to wipe the shit eating grin off his face. “If you were so worried about that then why are you already so fucking wet for me when I’ve barely even touched you? I think you love the risk of being caught, don’t you, you slut?”

- His words would have you shuffling in your seat as his fingers pick up their pace, his thumb now circling your clit, making that familiar ache build in the pit of your stomach.

- Gripping his thigh and digging your nails in won’t dissuade him, he’ll just continue to watch you from the corner of his eye with a smirk. He loves seeing you squirm.

- “T-tooru, I’m g-going to...I’m gonna...cum.” The words were almost incoherent, but he knew what you meant.

- “Ah ah ah, we can’t have that now, can we? You wouldn’t want to do something as dirty as cum all over my fingers in a public place now, would you?” He’ll pull his fingers out like the fucking tease he is, leaving you empty and unsatisfied.

- Annoyed and flustered, you’d get up and go to make your way past your idiot boyfriend but before you could get around him, he’s pulling you down into his lap, one arm firmly around your waist, securing you to him.

- “Don’t make a sound, don’t move unless I tell you to and don’t close your eyes. If you do any of those things I’m going to bend you over that seat in front of us and fuck your sopping little cunt right here for the whole gym to see, do you understand, sweetheart?”

- You wouldn’t even be able to process what was happening before for he growls “Answer me.” as his hand palms your ass. The only thing you could do was nod.

- That’s all he needed. In seconds he’s lifting you up ever so slightly so he can free his cock from the confines of his trousers, before pulling your panties to the side and easing you down onto his throbbing length.

- His cock isn’t the longest but his girth makes up for it, stretching you in the most delicious way possible.

- Your eyes would almost roll into the back of your head at the feel of him filling you but you couldn’t risk them closing, though the thought of him fucking you in front of a large group of people as they watched does spike your arousal.

- Your pussy is going to be clenching around his cock so tightly that he knows it won’t take much for either of you to find your release.

- “God, your cunt feels fucking amazing wrapped around me like that,” he’ll whisper in your ear, “but let’s get those hips of yours moving so I can fill you up with my cum.”

- Then his hands are on your hips, moving you back and forth against his cock as your nails bite into your palms.

- “That’s it, I can feel how close you are. Cum for me, cum all over my cock while we’re surround by all these people, you dirty little slut.”

- Then you’re both coming undone, you almost biting through your bottom lip in an attempt to stay silent while his hands have a death drip on your hips.

- “Fuck, you’re such a good girl. Now let’s get out of here, we wouldn’t want my cum dripping out of you and ruining these seats now, would we?”

- Make no mistake, as soon as you get home he’s going to absolutely destroy you.

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Bokuto

- Bokuto has never really thought about fucking you in a public setting before, but seeing you in a skimpy swimsuit for the first time as you slowly test the water of one of the tide pools at the far end of the beach is too much temptation for him to resist. As lust begins to take over, it’s almost like he becomes a completely different person.

- He’ll watch as you lower yourself into the crystal blue water, slowly submerging yourself until your feet hit the rocky bottom. Luckily the water just comes up to your chest so you’re still able to lean your arms on the side of the smooth rock as some of the boys begin a new match on the sand a little further up the beach from you.

- Bokuto’s going to use the fact you’re distracted by the game to silently slip into the far side of the pool before dipping under the water and making his way towards you, fully submerged.

- When he surfaces he’ll put a hand over your mouth and his other around your waist, pulling your body flush against his in a flash.

- As you start to struggle his breath is going to brush against your neck before his familiar chuckle finds your ears.

- “Easy now, little bird, it’s just me.” He’ll say before removing his hand and pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder, causing you to shiver against him.

- ‘Little bird’ is only something he calls you when it comes to sex so you immediately know something’s going on.

- The hand that was covering your mouth will snake down the front of your body, making it’s way between your supple thighs that he loves burying his face between.

- When you tense up he just smirks against your skin, his breath fanning against your neck.

- “What are you playing at, Kou?”

- Another chuckle. “Do you have any idea how easy it would be for me to just slip these to the side” his fingers trace the fabric covering your now throbbing cunt, “and take you right here and now, while our friends are just over there?”

- He’ll grind his hardened cock against your ass as he says it, causing you to arch into him, your head falling against his shoulder.

- He’ll use that to his advance and cover your lips with his own.

- And you know he’s going to take that moment of distraction to hook his fingers into the material of your swim suit and tug it to the side so he push the entire length of his cock into you in one quick thrust.

- It’s a good thing his mouth is covering yours because the feel of him stretching your walls is going to have you moaning against his lips.

- “Geez, would you guys get a room, you look like you’re about to fuck!” Someone who sounds suspiciously like Kuroo, calls from the direction of where the teams were playing, but the only thing you could focus on is the slow rock of your boyfriends hips against your backside.

- You should be embarrassed, maybe even ashamed that your boyfriend is about to fuck you while your friends aren’t even 10 meters away from you, but the risk of being caught is only making you that much more turned on.

- “You better say something to him before they come over here and investigate, little bird or they’re going to see what a cock hungry little devil you are.” He’ll whisper in your ear, his cock continuing to throb inside of you.

- From where the boys are positioned it would just look as though Bokuto was innocently cuddling you and being a doting boyfriend, but if they came any closer they’d see that beneath the surface of the water he was buried inside you as his hand made lazy circles around your clit.

- “~ahh, umm-fuck you, rooster boy. You’re just j-jealous because i’d be getting some.” Yeah your voice isn’t going to be stable as you say it but luckily Kuroo doesn’t question it and returns to the game.

- “Mmm, that’s a good little bird.” He’s got your fingers gripping at the rocks in front of you as your orgasm starts to build faster, his hips trapping yours against the hard surface in front of you as he slides his cock into you over and over again.

- “Fuck, Kou. You feel so fucking good, I’m close.” You’d whisper, knowing he’s a sucker when it comes to being praised.

- Even though it’s not the usual crazy sex that you’ve grown accustomed to with Bokuto, the slow build up of your orgasm has you covering your mouth as it finally washes over your body.

- Within seconds you’ll feel him release inside of you as your walls clench around him, filling you with his hot cum and his arms tighten around you.

- “Holy fuck, y/n. That was...so hot. I can’t believe we just did that.” Immediately he’s back to his usual self.

- He’s going to spend the rest of the day walking round with some extra bounce in his step and he’ll probably even blush whenever he looks your way. He really can’t believe he did that.

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Okay, so I found out yesterday evening that @leeswritingworld​ didn’t receive a gift from her Secret Santa, so I obviously had to try and put something out for her. This made me realise how fucking terrible I am at any character that isn’t Kiri or Bakugou. I’ve lost my mojo and I need to get it back ugh. I’m sorry you got cursed as having me write this for you, Lee. But I hope it’s okay!