#daichi x reader

sakusa has a breeding kink because of the ownership, the mess, the sheer fucking risk. you had a pregnancy scare once and it bricked him up instantly. now every time he's fucking you, he's promising to knock you up, smiling to himself when you clench and groan around him. he stuffs you full of cum and then fingers it back into you, fingertips expertly rubbing along the walls he's just coated white with his seed. you're a mess of his making, painted in his cum and soon to be swollen with his child.

daichi isn't stupid—he sees the way you look at him, virgin eyes all sweet and trusting when you tell him that you want him to be your first, that you trust him. he wishes he could ignore the possessive desire to take your virginity, to corrupt you so completely that no other man can ever lay claim to you in the way that he has. but he can't, not when you're whimpering in his lap, legs draped on other side of his thigh, swollen pussy beating in time with his heartbeat as he bounces you up and down. "i know, i know," he soothes. "feels real good, doesn't it, angel?"

oikawa is the sloppiest pussydrunk simp to ever exist. the second he's inside of you, he's moaning and whimpering, barely able to stop himself from praising you. "oh fuck baby -- my pretty baby, you feel so good. you're mine, right honey? all fucking mine?" he can barely control himself; the velvety suck of your walls along his cock feels unreal. "wish you knew how good you feel -- it's impossible not to fuck you full, sweet girl." he buries his face in your neck, hips erratic in rhythm, thighs flexing with every thrust. "please let me cum inside you, baby, please." his fingers dig into your skin when he feels you tighten around him. "oh fuck, right there? is that where you need me?"

kageyama lets you use him like a dildo - legs tied apart and your panties stuffed in his mouth. he's uncharacteristically noisy in his pleasure, grunting and groaning every time you shift your hips. "you like being used like this, don't you?" you smirk down at him. "mr. big strong volleyball player just wants his pretty dick wet." but all he's thinking about is the sheer athleticism of your thighs, how beautiful you look with sweat dripping down your face and in between your tits, and how desperately, violently, he needs you to let him cum.

tsukishima loves to fight and fuck. nothing gets this man harder than someone who goes toe to toe with him. what he didn't expect was how much he wants you to smack him across the mouth when he finally slides inside of you, how much he wants you to tell him he's not fucking you well enough. "slap me," he says. you flash the nastiest smirk before your palm rings across the side of his face. his cock twitches. "yeah. do that shit again, baby."

kuroo loves how smart you are; one of his favorite things to do is lay between your thighs and listen to you read to him, his face squished into your tummy and his arms wrapped around your hips. he loves it so much that your reading sessions often turn into him lazily licking between your folds for hours. a command for you to keep reading rumbles from his throat whenever your focus wavers, when the swirl of his tongue through your wet heat bucks your hips off the bed. "who said you could stop?" he pulls away from your clit. "i'm really interested in learning more about mycology, baby."

best friend!suna takes your "getting your tits sucked on can't feel that good" personally. he tells you it's a shame that no one's ever made you feel good like that, that you should make sure you don't like it before you entirely discard the practice. "plenty of people have sucked on my tits," you tell him. "none of them were me," he replies, all serious calm mixed with arrogant intent. you know you're fucked when he squeezes the heft of a breast in his palm, teeth scraping over your nipple. you arch into his touch. "see? the little princess just needed special treatment."

kenma is amazing at guided masturbation. he doesn't have the best game in person, but behind a keyboard, he's a master. his instructions for you are always slow and methodical, a careful exploration of the erogenous zones he knows drive you wild. you're so obedient, too, sending him voice clips when he tells you to, your pretty voice on display as you finger yourself slowly. his final message reads: please show me how pretty you look rn, along with a picture of his flushed face, leaking cock in his hand.

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"my god, shoyo." you groan, raking your nails down the pro-athlete's sculpted back. his tanned skin, courtesy of brazil, smacks against your ass with lecherous plaps! the fat of your ass and thighs jiggle, prompting the athlete to grasp handfuls of your body and knead it under his firm grip.

shoyo groans, holding onto your body as he fucks into your pliant cunt from behind. his breath is short, punctuated with ragged moans that remind you of what you two are doing - fucking in a nameless motel somewhere before the japanese citizens even know he's back.

you meet his thrusts backwards, rolling your hips to match his frenzied, enthusiastic rhythm. his chest presses to your back and he snakes a strong hand around your waist to hold you firmly.

you gasp, feeling the pressure of his hold on your tummy. his weighted grasp, along with his unyielding thrusts make your knees go weak. you feel your cunt spasm against his length, contracting out pulses that only serve to lure him into fucking you better and harder and faster.

you feel his washboard abs press against your back, feel the muscles of his bicep tick as he holds you close. his breath is hot against your neck, his weight delicious against your slack body. you feel all blood rush down your body, leaving you delirious and fucked-out.

"fuck, shoyo." you groan helplessly as he grinds his cock into your gummy walls with endless stamina, "when- when did you... get so fuckin' hot?!"

shoyo laughs from behind you, something boyish and irresponsible, "probably brazil."

"th-thank brazil."

✮⋆˙ kageyama tobio!

the last time you saw the infamous king of the court, you were tutoring him for english. he fucked up that test, and you never bothered teaching him again. but here he was... four years later, with a new lesson to learn.

"slightly to the right..." you moan, breathlessly moving his face against your cunt. his tongue licks down an experimental stripe against your fluttering bundle of nerves and you keen into his touches. your lips part, "yeah. are you sure... you wanna eat me out?"

he only nods eagerly, licking another soft stripe in the same manner.

it only takes a few minutes of adjustments before kageyama tobio proves himself to be the most adaptable man on earth. his fingers dig into your flesh, your hips are pulled hard against his handsome face, and his tongue darts across your pretty clit, pressing messy kisses to it.

"ah-hah..!" you pant, arching off the mattress as he makes a mess of your juices on his tongue. his pink, sultry muscle is quick across your cunt. it licks and nips and bites and then kisses the building ache away. he hums against you, then groans and grunts and whimpers. you feel all of him — all of his feral, borderline animalistic sounds and actions. he loses himself in you.

after making you cum the third time, you pant, droopy gaze going to rest on his flushed, sticky face. you bit down your lips, "kageyama... when did you get... hot?"

he blinks, then immediately flames at your question, tucking his face back against your pussy with a sly blush.

✮⋆˙ tsukishima kei!

not ever in your twenty-something years on earth could you guess you were going to be holed up in some rando's bedroom on a random party, gasping over the sounds of loud and trash EDM as that anti-social, middle school ex-classmate of yours, tsukishima kei, would be fucking your cunt so obscenely.

his brows bunch, rosy-lips parted as sweat trails down his sculpted cheekbones and down his pale skin. he clasps your palms in his broader ones, pinning you down easily as his mushroom tip bludgeons an impression of itself against your gummy walls.

you feel your eyes criss-cross, drooling lips part open in yet another loud moan of his name. you feel your brain turn to mush, effectively growing dumber 'n dumber with each powerful ram into your gushing pussy. you feel your jaw sag open as you gasp, "tsu-tsukki..."

"hm?" a lazy smirk pulls at his full lips as he slows his pace down, deliberately deepening each drag of his cock to give you some space to think, to breathe. his rough words are punctuated with ecstatic pants, "what's up?"

your eyes rake over his body for good measure. muscled body, rippling biceps, sharp eyes. the boy you remember from your childhood was just a tall, awkward, dry-humored fucker! never did you think that your body would be pressed against his in such an intimate dance.

you grin dopily, "when... did you get so fuckin' hot?"

tsukshima scoffs but his cheeks are dusted pink, "shut up."

✮⋆˙ tadashi yamaguchi!

"the audit... report." yamaguchi's words lose themselves somewhere between the sounds of your obscene moans and his whimpers. you cock up an eyebrow at your highschool crush, tilting your head to the side as you ask, "what about the audit report, yamaguchi?"

but he finds it so hard to speak with your foot pressing down on his cock. you're both shut in your office, with your subordinate yamaguchi biting down his lips to contain his moans as you play with his erection as if it's a toy.

pressing down on the bulge, he stutters his hips upwards. his eyes are wide, cheeks flaming as he asks, "why... why are you doing this?"

"i'm asking you for the audit report." you hum, "i'm your boss. is it not your job to get it to me?"

he gulps, eyeing down your foot as you press the heel of your feet harder into his painfully hard cock. he stammers, "i- i mean... this."

your foot moves forward and backwards over the dress slacks. you feel how painfully constricted yamaguchi is under those formal clothes of his. you tut, "think of it as a reward."

he nods without putting up a fight, his body going slack in the chair as he feels the friction build up with your movements. head tipping backwards, he fists his hands as you caress his growing bulge with erratic, hard movements.

one more stroke and yamaguchi stills, chewing on his lips as his cum wets his dress slacks. you tsk, "get me that audit report, yeah?"

yamaguchi nods, all sweaty and undone. standing up on jelly-like knees, he pulls a binder against his crotch as he begins to walk out of your cabin. you call for him and he turns. you smile, "by the way, when did you... y'know, get hot?"

his ears go red as he bows, "i- i don't know...?"

"hm." you shrug, unbothered, "that report now, please."

✮⋆˙ daichi sawamura!

taut blue uniform across his muscled body, and you all but feel your tongue loll out of your mouth like a badly-behaved dog. he grins at your state, whispering, "don't look so easy."

but it's hard not to look easy when officer daichi, your highschool ex, is pressing his hot body against you in the backseat of his government-issued police car and kissing you all mean and mouthy.

you sink down to your knees, your flesh rubbing against the carpeted floor as you tug open his uniform slacks and take his leaky, bulbous tip in your mouth. he bucks under you, groaning heavily as he fists your hair in his hand and maneuvers your head up and down his shaft. his dick is heavy in your mouth, hot as you run your tongue up and down the throbbing veins. he hisses and ruts his hips upwards into your mouth.

your nose hits the tufts of neatly-trimmed hair, eyes rolling back as your ex-boyfriend abuses your throat with short, quick thrusts of his cock inside you. air becomes scarce and you dig your nails within his uniform, tearing moon-shaped crescents into the fabric.

daichi grunts, cumming in your mouth with lazy, slow-dragged pumps. you pull off of his cock with a lewd pop! your voice is hoarse as you mumble, "what happened to my good boy, daichi? hah. when... when did you get so hot?"

daichi shrugs, tugging you upwards with a mean, sharp pull. he pulls your dress upwards as you straddle his hips. his eyes meet yours and he grins, "probably when you broke up with me."

✮⋆˙ sugawara koushi!

you blink at the man sprawling his legs open in front of you. your old highschool classmates smiles up at you, holding a hundred dollar bill as he muses, "i didn't know you got into... this business."

the neon lights of the strip-club colour you in a myriad of shades. you shrug, accepting the money and tucking it into your bra. "i didn't know you were an enjoyer of this business."

pushing him back, you grind on the man. your body hovers over his as you give him a lap dance but your warm flesh never touches his, something that clearly adheres to the rules of the establishment you work at. but sugawara is wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you down to straddle him.

you shake your head quickly, "i can't." but he laughs off your protest, "i'm clothed. you're clothed. we're not doing anything wrong."

and so, you find yourself grinding down on his erection, looping your hands across his neck for support. his erection is needy, you feel is throbbing against your hot core. your panties drench with your essence, even marking his jeans with sinful streaks of translucent lust. you both grind together, panting in each other's mouth as both of you climb your respective highs. you cum, you with a sweet moan and him with a grunt. he wets his pants with his cum, some of it transferring onto your soaked panties as well.

you smile down at him, all cashmere as you grind down on his sensitive shaft, "my, my. when did you get hot, sugawara?"

he grins back, pulling out another another hundred dollar bill, "another round?"

you tuck the bill into your bra again.

✮⋆˙ ryunosuke tanaka!

"stretch. and just breathe." tanaka whispers in your ears, holding your legs apart with one strong hand as another fucks in and out of you. you're pressed, face-first, into the gym wall as your old flame, and current personal trainer presses from behind, fucking his agile fingers deeper into your slippery, sopping pussy.

you throw your head back, clawing at the motivational wall as your moans ring loud in the closed gym. you feel his bruising erection press into your ass as he fastens his pace. his fingers curl and wiggle around your heat, making you lose your balance. trapped, immobile, between his hard body and the wall, you can't help but do anything other than cry out his name.

"ryu- nghhh fuckk-!" you moan as his other hand circles around your clit. your entire body spasms, "fu-fuck... ryu my husband's gonna be here—"

"soon?" he laughs from behind you, your words nothing but fuel for him to fuck you faster. "yeah, i'd have you cummin' again by the time he's even here."

he pulls your face back and plants a sloppy kiss across your lips. you yelp, feeling an violent orgasm brew in your stomach. with stuttering words and half-working braincells, you gulp and ask, "ryu... when did you... get so-so hot?"

"been like this since forever, baby." he laughs breathily against your lips as you feel you husband's car pull into the parking lot, "you're just slow to- hah, catch up."

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“Hey Daichi, you keep walking with them everytime after school.”

“Oh yeah! What about it?”

“You live in the opposite direction.”

Daichi will laugh it off and bring up the fact that, he wanted to make sure you were going home safely.

From that moment on, the entire volleyball club watches the slowest, most painfully obvious crush unfold right in front of them.

Instead of simply asking you about yourself, Daichi will try to ask Kiyoko and Yachi instead.

He’ll casually wander over after practice and ask how you’ve been doing, whether you’ve seemed stressed lately, any upcoming plans, if you’ve been eating enough, what your favorite snacks are, or if anything interesting has happened recently.

Kiyoko only smiles and sigh before telling him, “You know… you could just ask them yourself.”

Meanwhile, Yachi is bursting with excitement, insisting that it’s incredibly sweet how much he cares about you, which only makes Daichi deny everything even harder. And Yachi, will try—will fail—to help Daichi talk to you or ask you out.

I will die on the hill that Daichi’s way of showing affection is about taking care of people.

If he notices you’re carrying something heavy, he’s already reaching for it before you’ve even realized he moved.

“Oh, you’re carrying all of that? Here, let me.”

“No, I’ve got it.”

“Oh okay…” then a brief pause while Daichi stares at the multiple stacks you’ll have to carry. “I’ll carry the other stack, then.”

If you mention being hungry even once, he’ll mysteriously have “accidentally” bought an extra rice ball or sandwich from the convenience store.

“I bought too much.” Daichi awkwardly chuckles while handing the rice ball towards you “Again?” You replied while taking the rice ball way from his hand.

“…Yeah.”

“You say that every week.”

He’ll only scratch the back of his neck and look away.

Practice runs late? He’s already waiting by the gym doors with his bag over one shoulder.

“I’ll walk you home.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I know…I want too and it’s getting dark.”

If someone outside the team is bothering you, he’ll step simply in, and drag you away from them.

if someone on the team was being a nuisance to you. They are receiving a polite (intimidating) conversation.

(I guess, he is protective without being overbearing.)

Outside of volleyball, he’d be the type to text you just to check in.

Nothing excessive, just messages throughout the day asking if you’ve eaten, how your classes went, or whether you made it home safely.

Though, those short conversations always turn into hours of talking.

He genuinely wants to know everything about you—your favorite food, your hobbies, your childhood stories, what makes you laugh, what your dreams are after graduation.

He wants to know because he is interested because it’s you.

But of course, he’ll deny every accusation that comes his way.

“You like the manager.”

“No..I don’t.” But the bright pink creeping up his ears gives him away every single time.

Eventually, the entire Karasuno staff becomes invested in getting the two of you together.

Sugawara shamelessly tries to create opportunities for you to be alone.

Nishinoya and Tanaka cheer whenever you stand next to each other for more than five seconds and place bets on how long it’ll take Daichi to confess, everyone in the team just watches and waits—there’s a whole separate group chat titled: ‘operation get our captain be with our manager’.

Even Coach Ukai took note on what’s happening, telling Daichi that he’d probably have better luck talking to you instead of asking Yachi and Kiyoki every other day.

Takeda Sensei, simply smiles and motivates him, “you got this.”

By the end of it all, everyone knows Daichi is hopelessly in love with the team’s manager. Everyone… except Daichi himself.

𑣲⋆Tetsurō Kuroo

Most people assumed Kuroo was a flirt, but the truth was a bit complicated than that.

He was naturally charismatic. He talked to everyone, teased everyone, and had a habit of making people laugh within minutes of meeting them.

He loved getting reactions out of people, so when he started joking around with you, nobody thought much of it. It was just Kuroo being Kuroo… or so everyone believed.

(The guys is pretty much emotionally intelligent, like that one scene when they were kids.)

(Kenma and Kuroo interactions were so endearingly sweet.)

The difference became obvious surprisingly fast when he started talking to you.

With everyone else, his teasing was effortless. He always had a comeback ready, a smug grin on his face.

Around you, though?

He’d stumble over his own pick up lines, laugh a little harder than necessary whenever you said something funny, or completely lose his train of thought because you smiled at him you’ll listen to him talk about his interests or when you complimented him.

Sometimes he’d also catch himself staring at you for too long before awkwardly clearing his throat and pretending he’d been looking at something behind you.

He always, tried way too hard to impress you—he doesn’t realize it tho…

One afternoon he attempted to make a chemistry joke while you were organizing practice schedules.

“You know…” he smirked, “I think we’ve got pretty good chemistry.”

You blinked. “…Chemistry?”

“Yeah.” He replied then you tilted your head. “ like The subject?”

Kuroo just stared “You know just forget that I said anything.”

And immediately left muttering and mumbling to himself while he buried his face in his hands while Kenma quietly snorted from the corner of the gym.

A full minute later your eyes widened. “…Oh…he..meant that chemistry.”

Whenever Nekoma had team dinners, Kuroo somehow always ended up sitting next to you. It didn’t matter where you chose to sit—he’d find an excuse. If someone else had already taken the seat beside you, he’d casually convince them to switch.

Nobody knew how he kept pulling it off, but somehow the captain always ended up within arm’s reach of their manager.

During practice, he’d invent the flimsiest reasons imaginable to come over and talk to you and ask for any updates about your life.

“Need help carrying those volleyballs?”

“I’ve got them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Positive?”

“Yes, Kuroo.”

“Okay, okay.”

He’d walk away… Only to wander back five minutes later because he “forgot to ask Coach something.”

Coach hadn’t even called him over and when he did he just spent his time in idle talking to you. While the coach just sighs knowing that the boy got a crush on you.

If you were helping the other managers refill water bottles or organize equipment, he’d finish his own drills suspiciously quickly just to strike up another conversation or have an excuse to hold hands with you.

Another big giveaway was that he actually listened.

Kuroo remembered everything.

If you casually said you liked a certain dessert once, he’d somehow “accidentally” buy one for himself the next time the team stopped somewhere—then offer you half because he “couldn’t finish it.”

He was also constantly looking for reasons to text you. It would start with something completely normal.

“Coach said practice starts thirty minutes earlier tomorrow.”

Then…

“Did you finish that assignment?”

“Have you eaten yet?”

“Kenma says this movie is good. Have you seen it?”

“Do you know about this new video game? Wanna come over?”

“Sleep well, goodnight!”

Before either of you realized it, you’d spent two hours talking about absolutely nothing.

His very personal close friend Kenma noticed almost immediately. Because he had to listen to Kuroo talk and gush about you while he played his game on the console.

Every practice morning, Kuroo would stop in front of the locker room mirror, fixing his hair for the third time before flashing himself a smile.

“ Is it too much?” He’d try a wink.

“…Definitely too much.” Kenma will reply not looking up from his position.

“Kenma.”

“Hm.”

“Do I look okay?”

Kenma didn’t even glance up from his handheld console.“They’re coming today, aren’t they?” It got even worse after he’d invited you over to his house to study. Suddenly he was panicking over things he’d never cared about before.

Were there enough snacks?

Should he clean his room again?

Did his bookshelf make him look like a nerd?

Should he wear his Nekoma hoodie or was that trying too hard?

Kenma walked into his room, took one look at Kuroo rearranging the same stack of manga for the fourth time, and sighed.

“You’ve cleaned your room more today than you have all year.”

“I’m just… making it look presentable.”

“They’re just coming over to study.”

Kenma simply walked away. “They like you too much to care.”

Kuroo froze. “Wait—what did you just say?”

“…Nothing.” Kenma replied while quickly turning away.

“Kenma.”

𑣲⋆Tōru Oikawa

The agenda that Oikawa has had dozens of girlfriends just because he’s popular is completely false.

The guy had one girlfriend, got dumped, and somehow that became enough for everyone to assume he was a legendary heartbreaker. Yeah no…

Sure, girls confessed to him all the time, but actually pursuing someone he genuinely liked?

That was a completely different story. Oikawa could charm an entire gymnasium filled with girls—maybe? Probably without breaking a sweat, but in reality with a person he liked—he’d struggle.

The first time he saw you, he genuinely forgot how to speak. His mouth literally fell open, earning a chorus of laughter from the rest of Aoba Johsai before he could even recover.

From that day on, he became embarrassingly determined to make a good impression. And poor Iwaizumi ended up being forced to listen to Oikawa rehearse greetings before practice.

“Should I say ‘Good morning’? No… too plain...maybe, ‘Hey! Fancy seeing you here!’ Wait, no, that’s stupid. What if I compliment them? Too much? What if I wink?”

Iwaizumi would just deadass stare at him with the most exhausted expression imaginable. “You’re talking to the manager, not confessing.”

After twenty minutes of practicing, Oikawa would finally convince himself he was ready.

He walked into the gym full of confidence and motivation, looking like the coolest person alive, hair perfectly styled, smile perfectly practiced, absolutely radiant.

Then when you’d look up and casually say, “Oh, Oikawa, Coach wanted you,” suddenly every single prepared sentence vanished from his brain. “…H-Huh? Me? Right. Yeah. Coach. Of course.”

He’d stumble over his own words so badly that you’d give him a confused look before walking away, leaving him frozen in place.

The second you disappeared around the corner, he’d dramatically collapse against the nearest wall while Iwaizumi watched without a shred of sympathy.

“That was pathetic.”

“I KNOW IWA-CHAN!”

It continued on he became painfully obvious to everyone except you. He’d start fixing his hair whenever he caught his reflection in a window. He’d suddenly care about whether his practice jacket looked wrinkled. He’d ask Kunimi or iwazumi, “Do I look okay?” so often that they’d stop answering and just give him a thumbs-up without looking.

If you complimented literally anything—his serve, his haircut, even his water bottle—he’d spend the next week thinking about it. And he’ll replay every conversation in his head that night, wondering if he sounded cool or if he embarrassed himself again.

He’d constantly invent excuses to be around you, too. Need help carrying volleyballs? He’s already there. Coach asked someone to move equipment?

Oikawa volunteered before anyone else could. If you were talking to another manager or one of the first years, he’d casually wander over with a grin and somehow try to insert himself into the conversation.

He’d never admit it was because he wanted to spend more time with you, but everyone else could connect the dots.

Naturally, the entire team notice and try to tease their captain, Hanamaki and Matsukawa would make it their life’s mission to sabotage him at every opportunity. Actually the whole team, just so Oikawa will owe them up to a free treat to a soba meal.

They’d loudly call your name whenever Oikawa was staring so he’d whip his head away. If he was about to walk over and talk to you, they’d suddenly throw an arm around his shoulders and start asking him nonsense just to watch him suffer.

Iwaizumi was somehow both his biggest supporter and biggest bully. He’d tell Oikawa to just confess already… then immediately smack him over the head whenever he started overthinking another three-word conversation.

𑣲⋆Wakatoshi Ushijima

Ushijima was rather…uhm…well…he didn’t recognize his feelings as a crush.

To him, it was simply the fact that: your presence was pleasant and he felt pleased to be around you and listen to you talk and compliment him, you were someone he trusted completely and whose company he preferred over being alone, someone that he naturally looked for after practice without realizing he was doing it.

In his mind, you were simply a close friend—someone he liked very, very much. There was no reason to question it.

It wasn’t until Tendō bluntly announced, “Ushijima, you have a crush on the manager,” that made him actually stop and think.

He stood there silently for several long seconds before asking, completely serious, “…Is that what this feeling is?” Making Tendō nearly fell over laughing that his friend hadn’t realized that his actions weren’t normal.

Ushijima didn’t understand what was so funny. If there was a name for what he was feeling, then yeah, he had a crush.

During his early morning runs, he’d quietly reflect on it. He’d replay conversations the two of you had shared, the way you smiled when you greeted him every morning, how you always remembered to ask if he’d eaten after long practices.

He found himself remembering details that most people wouldn’t know or bother to remember if they aren’t close with one another.

Eventually, another realization settled in. Whenever the two of you walked somewhere together, he always wanted to reach over and hold your hand.

Not because there was any particular reason—he simply thought it felt…right…and whenever he sees someone making you uncomfortable by talking to you or asking your number, he feels somewhat—jealous —then spikes a ball that hits them to leave you alone.

Ushijima expressed his affection through his actions.

If you were carrying equipment, he’d wordlessly take the heavier box.

If practice ran late, he’d wait without being asked so you wouldn’t have to walk home alone.

If someone was bothering you, they somehow found themselves on the receiving end of Ushijima’s spike or intimidating stare until they decided they had somewhere else to be.

Whenever you thanked him, he’d simply nod and reply, “You’re important to the team.”

To everyone else, it sounded like something a captain would naturally say.

The truth was, he’d do those things even if you weren’t the manager anymore.

Ironically, the two of you were probably the only people who didn’t realize what was happening.

You simply thought Ushijima was an incredibly dependable friend. Quiet? Yes. Awkward? Occasionally.

But he’d always been kind to you, so none of it seemed unusual.

Meanwhile, Ushijima believed he was treating you—well—almost the same but it was still different…completely unaware that the team had started keeping score of how many times he looked for you first after practice.

Whenever you passed by and smiled or waved at him, he’d calmly lift a hand and wave back before returning to whatever he was doing, thinking absolutely nothing of it.

Tendou meanwhile, would simply sigh in the background.

When you walked into the gym every afternoon, Ushijima would instinctively glance toward the entrance to make sure you’d arrived safely.

If you looked tired, he’d ask if you were feeling alright.

If you forgot to eat lunch, he’d quietly buy you something from the vending machine.

None of those things felt extraordinary to him—they were simply the logical things to do for someone important.

The problem was… he didn’t do those things for everyone.

If you were running late, Ushijima would casually ask, “Have they arrived yet?”

If you missed practice because you were sick, he’d quietly ask Coach Washijō if you were recovering well.

If you mentioned an upcoming exam, he’d remember the exact date weeks later and ask how it went.

To him, those were simply the things friends did.

If you ever asked him why he always seemed to be there whenever you needed help, he’d answer with complete sincerity

“Because you’re important to me.”

Then he’d continue walking as though he’d said something ordinary, leaving everyone else—including you—to process what he’d just admitted.

𑣲⋆Kōtarō Bokuto

Bokuto was completely incapable of hiding his feelings. The moment he realized he liked you, the entire volleyball club somehow knew within a week.

Honestly, it probably took less than that. Bokuto wasn’t the type to quietly yearn you from afar—he made it everyone’s business.

The gym echoed with your name at least five times every practice because he’d shout, “HEY, ‘….’ !! LOOK AT THIS!” from the opposite side of the court before attempting his best spike.

The second he landed it, he’d immediately turn to see if you were watching.

He lived for your praise. One simple “That was amazing, Bokuto!” and suddenly he was playing like he’d been possessed, hitting every spike with even more confidence than before, even if he missed he’ll still be motivated because he sees you on the side lines watching him.

If you clapped for him, he’d spend the next thirty minutes grinning so hard his cheeks hurt.

If you complimented a single play, he’d perform even better for the rest of practice, convinced he had to live up to your expectations and not to let you down.

The opposite was also true.

If you left before practice ended because you had errands to run, Bokuto would dramatically flop onto the gym floor as though all life had left his body.

“They left…”

“Bokuto, they just went to the store.”

“…Without saying goodbye…”

“You watched them wave at you.”

“…It’s not the same.”

If you happened to miss practice altogether, he’d spend the entire day asking where you were. The moment practice ended, your phone would explode with notifications.

Bokuto: hey

Bokuto: hey hey

Bokuto: HEYYYYYY???

Bokuto: where were youuu??

Bokuto: are you alive??

Bokuto: you okay

Bokuto: HELLOOOOO???

If you still didn’t answer, he’d call you, and the second you picked up, you’d hear the most exaggerated fake sobbing imaginable.

“ ‘….’ You weren’t here today…”

“Bokuto—”

“You abandoned me…”

“I had to go to the dentist.”

Then his mood shifts “Oh okay—yey!! How was it??”

You genuinely made his entire day brighter just by existing. If you walked into the gym and smiled at him before practice, he’d somehow have enough energy to power the entire team.

If you laughed at one of his jokes—even the terrible ones—he’d be riding that high for hours. And flexing that to everyone that—HE—yes—HE—made you smile!

Akaashi noticed this and used it to his advantage and also help Bokuto get to you—doesn’t seem like you really mind, anyways…

Whenever Bokuto started spiraling into one of his moods, Akaashi would calmly glance around the gym before saying, “Manager, could you hand Bokuto the extra volleyballs?”

Almost instantly, Bokuto perked back up.

“Oh! Hi! ‘…’!!”

“Hi, Bokuto!!”

“Did you see my last spike?”

“I did.”

“…Really?”

“It was impressive.”

“…AKAASHI, DID YOU HEAR THAT?!”

Akaashi had, in fact, he planned the entire interaction.

During official matches, the team practically relied on you as part of their strategy. Whenever Bokuto’s confidence started wavering after a blocked spike, everyone instinctively looked toward you. One thumbs-up, a clap, or a simple, “You’ve got this, Bokuto!” was usually all it took.

His shoulders straightened and his grin returned.

“RIGHT! I’VE GOT THIS!”

Kenji Futakuchi

Futakuchi definitely teased the hell out of you. It got to the point where half your conversations ended with you threatening to throw a volleyball at him.

The only way he knew how to get closer to someone was by being an absolute menace.

He’d make sarcastic comments whenever you walked by, roast you for the smallest mistakes, steal your clipboard for no reason other than to watch you chase after him, and smirk every time you rolled your eyes.

The thing was, he didn’t tease you because he wanted to annoy you.

He teased you because it gave him an excuse to talk to you.

(Real…mature move over here…)

If you ignored him, he’d somehow find another reason to bother you five minutes later.

If you snapped back with an insult of your own, his grin will reach from both ends of his ears, smiling widely.

In his mind, if you were arguing with him, at least you were paying attention to him.

The rest of Date Tech thought it was painfully obvious, but you simply assumed Futakuchi was like that with everyone.

Though, he was surprisingly observant. He noticed when you looked stressed before anyone else did.

If you had dark circles under your eyes after exam week, he’d notice. And reassure you to take breaks and you can pass the test.

If you skipped lunch because you were too busy helping Coach, he’d notice that too. And quietly place the sweet bread hr bought from the cafeteria.

Too much things to dowhen you are about to turn around to grab a box of volleyballs only to find they’d already disappeared because Futakuchi had carried them away.

If you asked why, he’d shrug and say, “I didn’t trust you not to drop them.” there was always an excuse. He’d never admit.

He also had a habit of unconsciously looking for you. The moment he walked into the gym, his eyes would flick toward the manager’s desk just to make sure you’d made it to practice.

If you were absent that day, he’d casually ask, “Manager’s not here today?” trying to sound like he was only curious because it affected practice.

Nobody believed him. Not Moniwa, not Kamasaki, not even Aone.

They all knew exactly why he’d asked.

Whenever the team went out to eat after a match, Futakuchi will make sure you are eating first and getting the food you wanted.

If you needed to carry drinks back to the table, he’d take half of them before you even had the chance, saying it was simply the practical thing to do.

If someone else started bothering you, he’d immediately jump into the conversation—not because he was jealous, he’d insist, but because “they’re being annoying.”

The irony of that statement was completely lost on him.

The biggest weakness in this entire act was kindness.

He could handle you yelling at him. He could handle you roasting him back. He could even handle you threatening to hit him with a volleyball. He could handle you hitting him and calling him “annoying.”

But if you smiled warmly and said, “Thanks, Futakuchi. I appreciate you helping me,” his brain would completely short-circuit.

His ears would turn pink, he’d suddenly become shying away , and he’d mutter something like, “yeah, whatever,” before quickly walking away.

The smug grin he’d worn all day would disappear in an instant.

His teammates lived to see those moments. They’d spend entire practices trying to orchestrate situations where you’d thank him just to watch him go soft and quite.

𑣲⋆Shinsuke Kita

Shinsuke Kita didn’t realize the exact moment he fell for you. There wasn’t some dramatic confession to himself or a day he could point back to.

One morning, he simply noticed that he had started looking toward the gym entrance without thinking, wondering if you’d arrived yet.

If you were already there setting up equipment, he’d feel oddly relieved and go up to you asking if you wanted him to help you.

If you were running late, he’d quietly glance at the clock once or twice before returning to practice.

It wasn’t something he questioned at first.

To him, it was simply another part of his daily routine, like arriving early, sweeping the gym, or checking the volleyballs before practice.

He admired the little things about you more than anything else.

The way you stayed behind to organize supplies even after everyone else had left.

How you always remembered which players forgot their water bottles.

The “good morning” you’d give him every day, even if the two of you exchanged only a handful of words afterward.

He appreciated the consistency of the interactions that you had.

The Miya twins noticed long before he did, they’ll ask him questions and bring out how he always stares at you.

“He’s a goner” Osamu sighed.

“Our captain’s in love.” Atsuma replied back

Kita wasn’t the type to become flustered or act differently around someone he liked. If anything, he became even more dependable.

He’d quietly set aside your favorite drink whenever the team stopped at the convenience store.

If he noticed you looked tired, he’d ask, “Did you sleep well?”

If it started unexpectedly rain, there would already be an umbrella waiting because he’d checked the forecast that morning and packed an extra one without mentioning it.

The affection he had was almost impossible to recognize unless you paid close attention.

If everyone was helping clean up, he’d naturally drift toward whatever task you were doing so the work would finish faster.

“You don’t have to carry that.”

“It isn’t heavy.”

“It is.”

And he’ll reach out and carry it.

“Thank you, Kita.”

“You’re welcome.”

That was the entire conversation.

To everyone else, though, it said plenty.

The second-years began making bets on how long it would take before Kita realized he wasn’t treating you the same as everyone else. Aran merely chuckled whenever the twins complained.

“Leave him alone.”

“But Aran-san!”

“He literally asked if he was comfortable when we all went out to eat and gave them a piece of his food” Atsumu pointed out.

“That ‘s just being considerate.”

Atsumu just stared at Aran in absolute disbelief.

And Kita himself remained blissfully unaware.

To him, caring for someone was simply the right thing to do. If someone mattered to you, you remembered the little things. You paid attention. You made their day a little easier if you could.

Only much later, after hearing Atsumu loudly complain for what felt like the hundredth time, did Kita quietly ask,

“…Is this really considered having a crush?”

The gym fell completely silent. Even Suna looked up from his phone, while Atsumu slowly pointed at him shouting out loud,

“YOU ARE SERIOUSLY ASKING ABOUT THAT NOW?”

Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Kita-san…”

“…You’ve had one for months.”

Kita was quiet for a long moment.

“I see.” He nodded once, accepting the information as calmly as if someone had told him practice started thirty minutes earlier. “That explains a few things.”

And the very next morning, he greeted you exactly as he always did.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, Kita.”

A small smile crossed his face.

“…I’m glad you’re here.”

Across the gym, Atsumu buried his face in his hands.

“They’re both hopeless.”

𑣲⋆Yūji Terushima

Terushima was absolutely convinced he had game. According to him, there wasn’t a person alive who could resist his “natural charm.”

The boys on Johzenji had heard that speech so many times they could recite it word for word.

So when the manager caught his eye, everyone knew that he’ll either fail or have you wrapped around his finger within a week.

Instead, you humbled him almost immediately.

He was leaning against the gym wall with what he thought was the coolest smile imaginable.

“Hey, manager. You know, if I wasn’t on the volleyball team, I’d probably be a model.”

You ignore him and his comment and said

“…Coach said if you keep standing there, you’re running suicides and you’ll be a dead weight..so I suggest you start getting yourself together and practice.”

“…Right.”

The team howled with laughter as he slowly walked back onto the court. It became a weekly occurrence that he’ll try to find a way to make you fall for him.

Terushima would confidently stroll over with a brand-new pickup line he’d thought of on the train ride to school, only for you to accidentally—intentionally—shut it down without even trying.

“You know, you smiled at me today.”

“I smile at everyone.”

“I smiled at a guy today too.”

“Ouch that hurts…” he would dramatically say.

The funniest part was that he never stayed embarrassed for long. Give him thirty seconds, and he’d bounce right back with another grin and another terrible attempt.

He took absolutely nothing seriously. If you rolled your eyes, he’d dramatically clutch his chest and claim you’d “wounded” him before immediately asking if you wanted something from the vending machine.

If you called him annoying, he’d proudly respond, “That means you think about me!”

If you threatened to throw a volleyball at him, he’d hand you one with a smile.

The problem was that, despite all the jokes, he also paid attention to you and your feelings. He’ll also stop bothering you when you looked exhausted and will go up to you and tell you to sit this one out.

He noticed when you looked exhausted after carrying equipment all afternoon and would suddenly snatch the boxes out of your hands.

He also had an annoying habit of appearing exactly when your mood dipped. If practice had been stressful or you looked overwhelmed, Terushima would somehow materialize beside you.

“Wanna hear something funny?”

“Sure.”

Five minutes later, he was now reenacting one of his teammates tripping over a volleyball or giving an exaggerated impression of the referee from your last match until you laughed despite yourself.

The second he heard that laugh, he’d grin—There it is.

every time you smiled at one of his ridiculous jokes or laughed at another one of his failed attempts to flirt, he’d forget whatever cheesy line he’d planned next. He liked seeing you smile.

His teammates commented about how he somehow got significantly dumber around you.

Even when he embarrasses himself, he’d recover almost instantly and walk confidently towards you.

If a volleyball smacked him in the face while he was trying to flirt, he’d come back still with a smile.

Terushima wasn’t actually trying to impress you at all anymore. He was trying to make you laugh, because he wanted you to be happy.

☆ — AKAASHI

good girls. he likes a girl who will play with his hair and read with him. a girl who will stay up late when he’s at work for a few extra hours. a girl who will gladly let him devour you for as long as he wants. he likes when you get all whiny and squirmy, but of course you’d never push him away whenever he spews encouraging praises at you, gently shushing you whenever tears start to roll down your cheeks.

"so good for me… shh, calm down, love."

☆ — KUROO

semi good semi bad. he likes a girl who can have a little attitude, but will still get on her knees whenever he asks. it’s a bit cute whenever you get mouthy with him, but it never lasts for long. a simple kiss and a redirecting word, and you’re melting for him.

"why are you being so difficult, babe? cmon, i know you can be good."

☆ — KENMA

good girls. bratty girls are too much work, and he doesn’t always have the energy for it. he likes girls who will play games with him and cuddle up in bed with him all day. and a girl who will ride him without complaint when he’s feeling too sluggish to do any work.

"you’ll ride me? really? …that’s sweet."

☆ — NISHINOYA

somewhat bratty girls. he likes the chase to be honest. it’s endearing how you try to act like your little panties don’t get wet whenever he’s around. don’t worry though, he’s very determined. he‘ll have you under him eventually, taking his cock with rapid thrusts.

"think it’s funny making me wait? hm?"

☆ — HINATA

good girls. loves a girl who will cheer him on during his beach games, even when the hot sun is beating down on you. especially loves a girl who will let him fuck after a loss— or even a good win. he likes to get the rest of his adrenaline out, or let his frustrations out. whichever one he needs, you’re there waiting to bend over, offering your tight cunt.

"gonna let me fuck you, baby? yeah… as a reward for the win."

☆ — DAICHI

good girls. as a police officer, it only makes sense that he’d enjoy a nice, sweet girl that listens to him and doesn’t cause any trouble. might be okay if you were teasingly being a brat, just as long as you go back to being his perfect girl once he gets his hands on you.

"you’re cute, babe, nice try."

☆ — KYOTANI

both. he kind of needs a girl who can keep up with his attitude, he can’t handle a girl that’s too soft and sweet. a girl with a bit of feistiness to keep him in check, but also a girl who will be patient with him. he definitely prefers someone who is more pliant while getting fucked though. the way you just move into whatever position he wants, and the way you whine and cry his name is all so addicting.

"take your panties off and turn around."

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