the first sound of your cries when he answers the phone he’s already running to wherever you are
doesn’t even register in his mind that he’s just in his pajamas and it’s freezing out
or that his slippers are in different pairs and he forgot that you live far away
he’ll be coming straight at you and be engulfing you in a tight hug
he’s worried and he wants to know what happened so he can figure out a way to cheer you up
“hey, everything’s going to be alright. i’m here sunshine, what’s wrong?”
BOKUTO KOUTARO
this huge endearing man will be crying with you when you seek him out
in this rare moments of your vulnerability, he will listen attentively to you and won’t talk or disrupt you
passes you the tissues when he sees you tearing up again or have snot falling down from your nose
he doesn’t think it’s gross!! his priority is your comfort and for you to be happy again!!
will shush you though if you ever say degrading stuff about yourself >:((
“just let it all out, baby. it hurts me too when you’re hurting. do you want to cuddle?”
MIYA ATSUMU
you better believe this man is out for blood
he will hold a grudge and be harbouring hatred because nothing should be allowed to make you cry — not even him
if you’re blaming yourself, he’ll make a point to make you realize how amazing and special you are in everyone’s eyes
he’s cradling you in his arms and whispering sweet nothings in your ear trying to help you relax
he’ll hold you close even when you’re fast asleep and snuggling on his chest
“my angel’s been through a lot, huh? we’ll handle it tomorrow. i want you to rest first.”
SAKUSA KIYOOMI
he’s awkward because he’s not exactly sure what he can do for you
so he’ll be sitting there beside you, your hands are intertwined together as he rubs your back soothingly
like bo, he’ll listen attentively to you but will give his insights about the situation (his advices are actually good you tend to remember and follow them)
when he sees you smile again albeit a tired one, he’s returning a small smile of his own
places a sweet kiss on your forehead and offers a piggyback ride
“let’s take a stroll around the neighborhood. it’ll take your mind off of things, my love.”
bonus:
MIYA OSAMU
his reactions are sometimes over the top that it makes you laugh and forget why you cried in the first place
he’ll be fussing over you and will be asking you if you’re okay repeatedly
prepares a small snack for you and takes out his stock of your favourite ice cream
insisting that you finish everything up and telling you he’ll make something much more delicious and nutritious for you tomorrow
lets out a relieved sigh when you say that you feel good and better already
“just list down what meals you want to eat. i’ll cook them all for you, darling.”
Aoba Johsai Third Years With An Athletic S/O Who Overworks Themself And Gets Injured
Requested: Yes
Characters: Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Oikawa
Warnings: Slight angst, Descriptions of injury and the events leading up to them
a/n: One of my roommates asked for this and i can’t tell if this is a self callout for her or if she’s calling me out bc we both do this
update: i asked and she said a little bit of both
You already know you’re not gonna get away with that shit with Iwaizumi fuckin Hajime
If he doesn’t let his best friend get away with it, why should he let his s/o?
You think you’re bein real slick about it but then he shows up at your house to surprise you and your mom tells him that you’re out on a run
Mf’s like “Come again”
He KNOWS you hurt your ankle at practice the other day, he’s the one who helped you ice it afterwards and he specifically told you not to work it any more than what’s required at practice
It’s clown bee hay yeh luv
He sits his pretty ass down to wait for you to get back
Well actually he slips into the kitchen to help your parent cook BUT you get the idea
When you get back you see Iwaizumi and your parents sitting in the living room together
You try to sneak by and limp your way to your room, but your mom clears her throat before you get the chance
“Y/n, dearest, Iwaizumi-kun has just told me the most interesting thing.”
shit
After that incident he keeps a closer eye on you
The tipping point is when he gets out of volleyball practice early one night and goes to surprise you at your practice so you can walk home together
Your practice had just ended fifteen minutes before, this is one of the short days on your schedule
Iwaizumi figured he’d catch you just as you were walking out to go home
He was wrong
You were the only one still on the court/field, you were still running drills on your own and you just weren’t stopping
He calls out to you to tell you to get your head out of your ass and go home, but you only glance at him before continuing
You shout that you’ll go home once you can get just this one thing perfect, you can rest once it’s good but you just couldn’tyet
He’s already on his way toward you when it happens
There’s a sickening crack as you fall to the ground, Iwaizumi can see your chest rise and fall with ragged breathing, he can see the beginnings of tears
He drops his bag and just fucking books it to get to you
After checking over you and confirm that yes that very much should not stick out like that, he gently holds you against him while he pulls his phone out of his pocket and calls for help
He’s crying too while you hide your face in his shoulder, he already went through this with his best friend the year before, why does he have to go through it with his s/o too?
He goes with you to the emergency room, holds your hand in the waiting room and pushes you in the wheelchair they provided when you need to go back
They say family only but fuck that he’s going with you no matter what
Lies through his teeth and says you’re engaged
They can tell it’s a lie, you’re literally in a high school practice jersey and hes in his uniform. They let it slide, though, because your family hasn’t gotten there yet and it’s pretty obvious that Iwaizumi isn’t leaving your side
Your family gets there while you’re getting x-rays done, he sits with them and hugs your parents because shit all three of them need it
When they tell you somethings definitely Not Right, he holds your hand and squeezes, watching your face carefully.
You have to schedule an appointment with a specialist to know what exactly is going on, and while he can’t go with you to that appointment, he waits with your sibling at your house for you and your parents to get home
If you have to have surgery, he’ll hold you while you weep, will reassure you as you ask why did it have to be me? Andtrust me when I say that he’s definitely crying too
If you just need physical therapy and a cast, he hounds you every day to do your exercises and mother hens you to no end to make sure you’re not overworking yourself
Honestly? If he hadn’t said it before this, he tells you he loves you the night you injure yourself.
He means it, too, he loves you so much.
When he figures out that you’ve been overworking yourself he gives you the chance to fess up
“hey y/n, are you limping?”
“ahaha no why do you say that”
He gives you a Look and you try to run away but it’s useless
He picks you up and slings you over his shoulder
If you try to make excuses he just stares at you with a blank expression until you slowly trail off
Doesn’t exactly lecture you? He just flicks your forehead and tells you not to hurt yourself, then asks what you want for dinner since his family is ordering in
It’s pretty refreshing actually, you have enough friends on your ass about how much you practice, you don’t need your boyfriend doing the same
He does keep a close eye on you, though. He remembers what it was like leading up to Oikawa’s knee injury, and he does Not want anything of the sort to happen to you
He’s not there when you get hurt
He gets a call at ten o’clock on a Friday night from one of your teammates
After your parent called them to ask if they’d seen you since you hadn’t been home and weren’t at Matsukawa’s house, they went to look for you at the practice field near the park
It started raining before they got there, but when they did get there they found you in the mud cradling your injured limb
Naturally after calling your parents and an ambulance, they called Matsukawa
He went to the hospital immediately, he hadn’t even bothered to get dressed
When you were wheeled back out to the waiting room, he was sitting there in his too-short spongebob pajama pants that showed just a little too much ankle and a t shirt he’d gotten from a fundraiser your team had done
It had your jersey number and name on the back
He looked a right mess but in your relief to see him sitting there you found that he’d never looked better to you
When he saw you he got up and crossed the room, dropping down to pull you into a tight hug (much to the disapproval of the doctor who’d walked you and your parent out)
He was close to tears which is unusual for him, you’d never seen him cry before
The sight made you tear up all over again as you held on tightly to him
He sleeps over at your house, something neither your nor his parents would typically allow, but this was different
He held you all night, careful of your injury
You try to apologize but he won’t hear it, he just shushes you and holds you tighter.
At first he’ll just hide his face in your neck with his arms wrapped around your waist as you trace shapes in his wrist
If you let him, though, he’ll press gentle kisses to your injured limb
If you have to have surgery he’ll take off school to be with you the day of and he’ll skip practice to be with you the day after
No one on the team wants to penalize him for it, but they know he won’t accept them just overlooking it since they wouldn’t usually
So coach and Oikawa agree to simply give him extra laps and gym cleaning duty with the first years
He’ll kiss the incision scar after it’s healed, if it makes you flustered that’s just all the more reason to keep doing it
If you just need physical therapy he will drive you to and from every appointment that he can
He’ll make sure you do your exercises, he’ll even do them with you if you want him to
Any time he thinks you’re overworking yourself he throws you over his shoulder and carries you away, he’s not letting you risk it again
Once you’re healed you’ll find that every time you’re sitting together, his hand will stray to where you had your injury and he’ll rub gently, applying a little bit of pressure
Definitely apologizes to Iwaizumi for making fun of him when he’d nearly broken down the year before when Oikawa got injured
He gets it now
This mf is one mean bitch
He’s only loud when you pair him with Matsukawa or you
Usually you think he’s funny
Then he turns that bitchiness on you and suddenly there’s a problem
“not funny. cried.”
Why is he being mean? I am so glad you asked
Somebody decided to sass him when he told them not to overwork themself
“Alright. I don’t wanna hear shit when you bust your ass from working too hard. Your bones are gonna snap like a twig and I will not be here to help you.”
“daddy chill”
LMAO please he probably takes himself seriously for all of thirty seconds after this interaction then he’s cracking up and asking what you want for dinner, his treat
Later, though, he grabs your wrist and leans down and just when you’re like fuck yeah I’m gettin a kiss
He goes to talk quietly with his lips pressed against your ear instead
“Seriously, though. Be careful with yourself. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
On one hand you might cry that’s so sweet
On the other hand your desire to make fun of your boyfriend outweighs your desire for kith
“Fuckin simp, you wanna get pegged so bad it makes you look stupid.”
He laughs and then he actually Does kiss you and honestly? Good for you, you get to make fun of your boyfriend AND still get a kith
One day after practice he starts to go to your house, but then he gets a text from you
“in locker room and can’t get up, pls help lmao”
Only you would add lmao after informing him you couldn’t fucking get up
He turns on his heel and hurries to the locker room your team uses
He finds you curled up on the ground and curses under his breath before crouching down beside you
“Hey babe, you come here often?”
“Literally shut up oh my god”
He calls for help since apparently you decided boyfriend>medical professionals
Calls your parents from the hospital and tries not to lose his shit
Usually his expression is calculated and steady but right now hes visibly worried and he’s chewing on his bottom lip and he just needs to know you’re okay
Honestly the sight kinda makes you feel like shit, he told you to be careful and now you’re in the hospital making him worry
If you have to have surgery he’ll definitely be a lot more on edge around his friends, especially the day of if his parents don’t let him skip to stay with you
He knows you’re scared, even if you try to hide it
He knows how much you love your sport, it’s the whole reason you’re even in this mess
In the days leading up to your surgery you try to tell him you’re fine but every time he just looks at you with that concerned, loving expression you’ve recently become acquainted with
And your resolve crumbles to pieces
You hide your face in his neck and cry, and he lets you
He’s probably the least likely to cry with you but that doesn’t mean he’s not aching just seeing you so afraid and in so much pain
If you tell him just how scared you are he’ll hold you as tightly as you need him to
If you just need physical therapy then he’ll pick you up from your appointments and he’ll watch you do your exercises
Then he’ll take you out for food
He takes care of you in his own way
He will tell you he loves you, and he’ll say it over and over as many times as you need to hear it
Only when you’re alone, though
When you’re hanging out with Matsukawa and he tells you he loves you, Mr Eyebrows over there starts pouting until you and Hanamaki shower him in the same affection
You wouldn’t trade it for the world though
Oh boy
You know that spiderman meme where they’re both pointing at each other?
Thats you two when you walk out of your respective club rooms at 10 o’clock and see each other
♂️
“I won’t tell Iwa-chan if you don’t”
“Deal”
In all seriousness, though, he’s probably kinda pissy when he realizes you’re overworking yourself
“Y/n-chan you have to take care of yourself >:(“
“So do you tf”
“This ain’t about me”
He knows that last year he pushed himself too far and ended up getting hurt
What kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you do the same thing?
Starts trying to take up more and more of your time
Because you can’t overwork yourself if you’re spending all your free time with him, your loving, doting, brilliant genius of a boyfriend :D
…or so he thought
What he didn’t know was that you were running every night for hours
Which a) is fucking dangerous you idiot you could get run over and b) lit rally why are you running so much don’t you get enough of a workout in during practice
Apparently no, no you don’t
It’s three in the morning and your parents were out of town, they called him to ask him to go check on you
You hadn’t answered your phone all day and still weren’t answering and while they knew you were probably asleep, they just wanted to make sure you were okay
He was driving to your house when he saw you on the side of the road
Your phone fell out of your hand when you fell, you were mostly on the sidewalk but your phone was broken in the street
He immediately pulled over and got out of his car without turning it off, rushing over to you
He asked if you could get up and you told him no, that your ankle couldn’t support your weight
You told him that you couldn’t sleep, you were just going to go on a short run until you were tired but that then you felt like you couldn’t stop, so you didn’t
You just kept going, and evidently your body tired out before your brain could register that fact, and your ankle gave out
You’d already twisted it a few times in the last week, but now it hurt like a motherfucker and you couldnt even stand on it
He helped you into his car and gave you his phone to call your parents and fill them in on what happened while he drove you to the hospital
He stayed with you all night, his mother didn’t even try to stop him at that point
The next day he bought you a new phone
Definitely kinda blames himself, tries not to let you know it though
One day he was at your house and you thought he was still asleep on the couch where you two had been napping together
You were trying to get to the kitchen and do things for yourself
He let you try, but got up so he’d be ready to try and catch you if you started to fall
You did fall, and he was right there to hold you up
You were so frustrated you started crying, and he couldn’t do anything but hold you tightly while you whispered how you just wanted a fucking glass of juice
If you listen close you can actually hear the exact moment his heart shatters!
If you need surgery he weeps with you, he knows how scared you are because he’d been in that situation the year before
He takes off school and nothing can stop him
Still goes to practice, though, but goes back to your side as soon as he can
While you’re healing he lets you see his knee
He doesn’t usually, he doesn’t like anyone looking at it
It’s discolored and eternally swollen in comparison to his other knee
But he doesn’t want you to be ashamed of your injury once you’ve healed, so he can’t let you know he’s ashamed of his
Make gentle work of tracing his scarred knee, press loving kisses to it while you hold his hands, let him know you love every part of him
He’ll do the same for you, he’ll absolutely worship every part of you, including your injured ankle
Any time you sit with your legs in his lap he’ll massage the area gently, the same way he knows feels good with his knee
If you just need physical therapy, he’ll change his schedule so that his appointments are at the same time as yours
That way he can go with you and leave with you
“Carpooling is good for the environment, Y/n-chan”
Really, though, he just wants to be able to do it with you, he wants to be the first one you see after an especially frustrating appointment, he wants to be the first one you tell when you make progress, he wants to be the one to take you to get food after every appointment
His kisses get a lot softer after you get injured
He’ll hold you close and swipe his thumb across your cheek as you melt against each other
It’s very sweet
If he’s already said it before the injury, then when it happens he’ll tell you he loves you and he will repeat it like a mantra
If he hasn’t, though, he won’t say it then
He doesn’t want the first time he says it to be while you’re terrified and in pain
But the moment you’re put back in the game, whether it’s the end of your third year season or your first season as a college student, the first game you’re back in after working your ass off to get to play again, he’s there
He’s there and he’s the one cheering loudest for you every point you score
Whether your team wins or not, he’s there lifting you up off the ground and he’s kissing you breathless, you’d think you’d just won in the last game of finals at nationals
Kinda obnoxious to everyone who doesn’t know the context
But you know, and that’s all that matters
He’s so proud of you, he holds you tight and he tells you he loves you and honestly, what more do you need?
WHAT YOUR FAVOURITE HAIKYUU CHARACTER SAYS ABOUT YOU AND YOUR MENTAL STABILITY
cw:mental illness i guess.
“I have more than three favourite characters!” — okay, I get it, you have no set aesthetic and are unable to make any decisions in your real life. stop lying to yourself and choose.
“You’re not right though?” — yes I am, perceive yourself better. open your eyes. consult your charts.
“My favourite character isn’t here!!” — then you have self projection issues and that’s not on me, that’s on you! just say you over romanticize people in your head and then feel let down when they’re not exactly how you imagined them to be and go.
ushijima’s hands are rugged, calloused and way too big for his own good. the veins lining his skin are a reminder of his athletic lifestyle. he rarely wears a ring, but ever since you’ve told him that you like rings on hands, he’s been wearing a very delicate silver band in his middle finger.
you think about how these hands, are the same hands that hold you when things get rough, when you feel like you can’t breathe, when it’s all breaking down and you can feel yourself falling in the cracks. ushijima always manages to pull you out.
these are the same hands that feed you when you’re tired or give you a bath on a rough day, massaging circles in your back, wiping tears from your face. they hold you in your worst times, when all is lost, when you feel like it doesn’t matter anymore. the same hands you clutch when in fear, afraid of whatever bad that will befall you.
these are the hands you can’t spend a day without and it kills you when ushijima is angry and doesn’t let you hold them. untangling you from himself and you feel like you’ve been sentenced to hell on earth.
these are the same hands that you hold whenever you’re happy and everything seems to be going right. when you’re walking to the park, when you come back home from a good day, when you can’t help but ramble on about how much you’re closer to achieving your dream.
these are the same hands that you can’t help but kiss before going to sleep at night, kissing lining his knuckles. ushijima always cups your face and pulls you closer for another kiss.
these are the same hands that hold you like fine china, as if you’re the only thing that has ever mattered, as if you’re the only reason why ushijima continues to breathe and the only reason why he stays sane for so long. the same hands that trace your skin as if you’re Aphrodite in human form.
these are the same hands that you want to hold forever, that you hope to spent eternity with and if life ever gave you a chance, you’d do it all again.
you think you’ve never been this embarrassed. how were you ever going to focus when the akaashi keiji, was in front of you?
let’s recap
you had been struggling with math ever since BIRTH and it was the only thing standing between you and a scholarship.
your teacher simply told you that he had assigned one of his other students to teach you
and now here you are, sitting across the pretty volleyball setter, in the library.
ur brain is literally FRIED at this point
you had liked akaashi ever since middle school when he was in your literature class,, the way he was so passionate about it made you really adore him.
but when middle school ended, you didn’t really expect to see him anywhere.
until you saw him in the volleyball practice and you were like ?????!!! HES HERE?? hES IN THE SAME SCHOOL AS ME??? AND HES IN THE TEAM??? wHAT IS HAPPENING
you even went to cheer on the team in one of their matches and you vividly remember cheering a bit too loudly for your liking.
however, you were sure you had no chance. the setter had more than enough popularity. why would he even notice you? you’re sure that he doesn’t even remember that you went to the same middle school.
“what are you having difficulty in?” akaashi breaks the silence.
“e-everything,” you reply.
“alright, let’s start with the basics,” he flips open his notebook.
and you can’t help but swoon over him
his sessions became a regular part of your life with his best friend bokuto coming in sometimes just to “spice up the mood”
but akaashi always kicked him out because with bokuto around there was no way both of you could study
and omg!! he’s such a good teacher?? he’s patient whenever you make mistakes,, he tells you to relax when he feels like you’re getting too stressed,,
plus the ONE time he bought you boba tea and you were like ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ iloveusmplsmarryme
in school, however, akaashi was dismissive of your presence. while bokuto loudly yelled “HELLO” and waved at you like a mad-man, akaashi would turn the other way and walk off
you were so confused as to why he acted this way,, like does he not want to be seen with you or what? you even wanted to ask him why but you couldn’t find the courage to do it.
besidesthis should be the last of your worries right now
“are you listening?” akaashi snaps you out of your thoughts.
“s-sorry–what?”
“this the question I want you to do before you go into the exam tomorrow,” he explains.
ah yes, the exam. the final math exam that would decide the fate of your scholarship. you think that’s what you should be worried for, but why were you more worried about this being your last session with akaashi?? and that you wouldn’t see him outside school again??
you sigh’ it’s useless. it’s an endless cycle and it’s just better to fall in love with a fictional character rather than a real person
the next morning, you head out to your class and you’re surprised to see a cute strawberry milk box on your desk. a small note is attached to it saying “you’ll do great. I have faith in you. breathe.” signed by akaashi.
these words repeat in your head like a mantra as you solve the paper which seemed a bit tooeasy
and when the results came back in
the first thing you had to do was tell him
“AKAASHI I GOT A FULL SCORE!” you run to him after class, as he greets you with one of his raresmiles.
“i knew you could do it,” he admits.
you blush. “well i–i couldn’t have done it without your help.”
“you should give yourself credit, alright?” he says and u can literally feel your heart going BADUMP
“for getting such a good score, i’ll treat you to some onigiri,” he tells you out of the blue, running his hand through black hair. “is that okay?”
“it’s more than okay!” you say with way too much enthusiasm
bokuto randomly appears, as he swings his arm around akaashi, “can I come too?”
“this is for people who didn’t fail their math test, bokuto,” akaashi retorts.
“I THOUGHT YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDNT TELL”
you laugh at both of them
and MAYBE this could be your chance to actually befriending him!!
but when the two of you were walking towards the onigiri stall, it was DEAD SILENT.
until you finally mustered up the courage to talk to him. “do you still like literature?” you ask him, to break the silence.
“i’m surprised you still remember,” he remarks. “but yeah, I do. but with volleyball, there is seldom time left for reading.”
“oh,” you fall silent again.
WHY IS IT SO AWKWARD HERE?? at this point you just want to bury yourself beneath the ground
“can I ask you something?” akaashi says. and you nod.
“why are you so easily distracted?” akaashi asks.
you feel yourself turning scarlet for the fiftieth time in his presence. “it’s nothing, really.”
“is it maybe because i’m boring?” akaashi asks, a hint of playfulness in his voice.
“NOOOO,, I just am like this,, I tend to think about like fifty things at one time” you tell him,
“well–don’t do that when i’m around,” akaashi orders. “i like having your full attention,” he grins.
ur literally like 0.0?????? WTH ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT
“wh–what do you mean?” you ask him
“i never thought i’d finally say it but I like you,” he admits. “in fact, I have for a long time–ever since middle school, actually.”
WHAT
“b-but you avoid me in school all the time!” you blurted out,,
akaashi sighs. “i really hoped you hadn’t noticed,” he remarked. “i was avoiding you because I was afraid bokuto would put me in a position where i would have to confess and I just didn’t want to do it in that stressful environment.”
“o–oh,” you stutter.
“it’s okay if you don’t like me,” akaashi consoles. “in fact i’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable–”
ur like NO YOU DIDNT MAKE ME UNCOMFY I LIKE YOU TOO I HAVE FOR A LONG TIME I CANT BELIEVE YOU DIDNT NOTICE AND I THINK YOURE AMAZING AND SO COOL INFACT IM–
“woah slow down,” akaashi chuckles, and you feel yourself turning into a puddle
“it’s a relief to hear that you like me,” akaashi says. “and also the fact that you think i’m amazing and cool,” he grins.
and ur like ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ
“if it’s any consolation, I think you’re pretty cool too,” he ruffles your hair. “besides, you look acute from every angle.”
ah yes, kuroo tetsuro, the next king in line, the one who was deemed as the most handsome prince with his eye catching smile and a face carved by god himself. he was adored amongst the people of the kingdom for his acts of heroism and selflessness.
but there was only one slightproblem
YOU HATED HIM
kuroo tetsuro, in your words, was the most annoying bastard you had ever met.
you had known kuroo ever since you were a child,, heck you were practically raised with him. your father was a knight that had saved the king’s life,, automatically earning your family a place in the king’s palace.
people told you “you’re so lucky to know the prince so closely.” you considered it a punishment. all kuroo was, was a pain in your ass.
oh the ridiculous amount of times he would snatch books out of your hands so you’d jump up to try and take them from him,, while he had that shit eating grin plastered on his face,,
or when you were taking a bite of food and he’d appear out of nowhere just to shove the bite in his mouth
or perhaps when he’d tell you the wrong dress codes for events or the wrong times and you’d either end up coming late or super early
the worst however was when he KNOWINGLY proposed to you in front of half the palace to be his valentine
and you obv couldn’t say NO because it was the bloody prince and apparently every1 dreamed to go out on a date with him
so you just said yes and kuroo hugged you,, and then he whispered in your ear about how it’ll be the worst date of ur life
“daydreaming about me, sweetheart?” a voice snaps you out of your thoughts. the voice that you could recognize from your grave. kuroo tetsuro.
“don’t you ever shut up?” you hiss as you turn around. kuroo doesn’t seem to take the hint as he follows you.
“awh, just admit it–you were missing me” kuroo ruffles your hair.
“STOP RUFFLING MY HAIR I WORKED ON THAT HAIRSTYLE FOR 1 HOUR” you yell. “and why would I miss a man that has his head so far up his ass he can’t see anything but himself?”
“at least, I don’t need a chair to stand on to talk to people,” he grins.
“IF YOU INSULT MY HEIGHT ONE MORE TIME I WILL BURY YOU ALIVE” you hiss as you walk towards your chambers
kuroo snickers, he’s always found your reactions to be amusing. It was always so much fun to push your buttons, wasn’t it? you were the one he looked around for, who’s reactions he wanted to see and the only one he wanted to annoy.
and with that thought, he heads to his room
a loud banging noise wakes him up. and kuroo can’t think straight. what was happening???
and then it hits him like a train
that was the sound alarm for when someone attacked the palace.
kuroo jolts out of bed and his mind immediately goes to you. you’ve always been a heavy sleeper. even if hell broke lose you wouldn’t wake up.
and kuroo just grabs his sword, no thoughts, head empty absolutely as he rushes to your room
he barges in only to be decked in the face causing him to fall back
“takethat you filthy–wait–KUROO??”
kuroo groans in pain, clutching the left side of his face, “–ouch–WHY DID YOU PUNCH ME?”
and ur like are you really THAT dumb the alarm is sounding and some random bastard barges into my room what do you think I’m going to do?????
and he’s like “i don’t know take a quick scan before you punch them into the bloody oblivion???”
and once kuroo removes his hand you can see a bruise forming on his left cheekbone alongside a cut,,
“shit–i’m so sorry,” you mutter. “hold on, I got a first aid kit here.”
“i don’t think we have time–the alarm–” just as kuroo says this, the alarm stops ringing.
“seems like we got plenty, now shush.”
you drag him into your bathroom, and he’s leaning on the counter, as you apply a little anti septic
and kuroo flinches
“sorry,” you mumble once again. “i really didn’t think you’d be coming here.”
“of course I would,” kuroo replies. his voice is much deeper than you remember it to be, eyes focusing on you as if it’s the first time he’s looking at you.
“i just figured I would be the last on your list of people to save,” you say under your breath, eyes not meeting his, but kuroo manages to hear it.
“you’ve always been on top of any list i’ve written,” kuroo replies, as he puts the tip of his finger under your chin, to get you to look at him. “you’d only realize if you weren’t so busy hating me.”
and ur like ????!!! wth are you talking about boi
“are you really that oblivious to my feelings?” kuroo asks.
FEELINGS??? WHAT FEELINGS
the confusion on your face gives it away and kuroo doesn’t take to it too nicely
so he just says,, “nevermind,” and he walks out of the bathroom. “mom and dad are probably looking for me. g’night.”
and you realize,, you’ve spent so much time loathing kuroo’s annoying habits that you never really paid attention to all the nice things he did for you
the amount of times he did your homework or taught you sword fighting, how you were always the first person he’d tell any good news too, how without fail he’d save you those little pizzas you’d like and made sure you’d eat, how he remembered your favorite flowers and placed them on your door every morning,
how he’d be the only person you could talk to after a nightmare and how he’d wrap his arms around you when all you did was want to disappear from the world. all the times he made life much more bearable with his presence,,
plus the valentines date he took you out on was actually fun. both of you ate your favorite ramen, saw a sky full of stars and even listened to some music together
and suddenly it all made so much sense
so you ran, ran all the way to kuroo’s rooms which made you realize ya got no leg strength babe wth ya doin
you knock on his door and kuroo opens it and you can see his eyes are a bit red,, “did you come all the way here to reject me–”
“i’m not oblivious to your feelings–imean–i am,” you say. “but only a little bit,” you smile sheepishly. “i do like you and i sure as hell would love it if we went out on another date.”
“alright, a date it is then,” kuroo smiles. “and I’ll also bring a chair with me in case i’m not able to hear you.”
yeah kuroo got decked in the face again for that one
he rests his head on the headboard with his hand behind his head while he’s scrolling on his phone, his muscles so clearly evident while his shirt is too tight and you’re clearly drooling.
whenever he looks at you like that.you know the look where a guy is looking at you so intently you can’t even look into their eyes. yeah, iwaizumi does that.
his sweats hang low enough for you to see his v line. all you have to do is ask him to pick up something from the top of the cabinet, as his shirt rides up. “eyes up here, darling.”
oikawa
the tongue poking in cheek thing that he does whenever he doesn’t have a reply to your teasing.
he whistles whenever he wants to get your attention. he can also whistle the tune of songs. he’s mostly whistling jayz’s ‘big pimpin’ when he enters home, with his duffle bag hung on his shoulder.
he wears a silver chain that he plays with whenever he’s thinking. and it dangles when he’s hovering above you. absolutely the type of guy to wear a black tank top with a silver chain and sweats at home. “baby i know I look good, no need to drool.”
daichi
whenever he’s doing some work or something, he folds up his sleeves without realizing the effect this has on you. you can see his veiny hands and that’s a sight for sore eyes.
his thighs are so broad especially when his shorts ride up ahaha dies. “you wanna sit on my lap, baby?”
you know how when reversing the car, some guys keep their hand on the back of your seat while one is on the staring wheel? yeah. it’s him alright. I don’t know about you lot but if you’ve ever seen a guy driving a manual car, you would know why i’m down bad.
kageyama
insanely quick reflexes. once you flicked a card at him and he caught it and grinned. the type to pull you back from your shirt whenever you are about to bump into something. he manages to catch anything you throw at him. “better watch what you throw, love. it’ll only come back.”
raises his eyebrow whenever he’s focusing on something too much and his muscles flex unintentionally. he also grunts randomly, running his hands trough his hair.
the way he wears his shirt. he puts his hands in first and then his head. he takes off his shirt with one hand a little tooeffortlessly.
oh boy you best believe, he won’t let you go out of the house without seven layers, ear muffs, mufflers, gloves. he’ll even get you to keep a small heater in the car and take it to work because he does NOT want you getting sick at all
if you do fall sick, you will never hear the end of it. “i told you you should have worn more layers!”
also takes pictures of you in the snow omg </3 but he doesn’t let you stay out for too long and drags you inside for hot chocolate.
after you take a shower, he’ll be waiting outside the bathroom with a hair dryer, and the heater already on. will also buy matching pajamas to keep you both warm.
ushijima
ushijima himself does not feel cold but whenever he sees you, he brings a big blanket, wraps it around you and then also wraps his arms around you. in a nutshell, he will use this opportunity to cuddle you to death
he gets up in the morning and puts warm water in a hot water bottle and makes a cute little bag with different teas/instant coffee you can add to it. he’ll also add some warm cookies to it for you.
is absolutely be shocked when you hit him a snowball and proceeds to pick up a buttload of snow and dunk it on you, grinning about how you asked for it
if you ever tell him you’re cold, he’s going to offer you his jacket RIGHT there and then and he’ll take you home or back the car so that you can be warm
tsukki
ok tsukki always lies about not feeling cold like bruh who are you kidding you’re literally SHIVERING
and now you have to baby him into wearing socks and that means buying dino socks. he has big oversized jackets and he makes you snuggle with him. he never gets up from bed and will also force you to stay in.
as much as he hates getting of bed, he’ll make you soup while grumbling about how you better be thankful that he loves you.
he also loves it when you take hot showers with him [not in that way] but it’s just so intimate and both of you can just slip under the covers afterwards.
kuroo
he’s cold and that means you’re cold. he’s going to make you wear fifty layers but that doesn’t mean he also won’t drag you outside for a snowball fight, making snowmans and snow angels
kuroo is already very touchy-feely and in the winter, he never leaves you alone. absolutely to the type to say, “c’mere, let me warm your hands.”
he uses this opportunity to kiss you because he thought your lips were freezing and starting to get blue [he’s lying]
also he has some family hot chocolate recipe which is LITERALLY BRILLIANT and I swear you can taste the love he made it with.
his hands are so large and calloused and yours are so small and soft that he loves it,, especially when you caress his face. your touch feels so warm to him. and because of your small hands, ushijima doesn’t let you hold anything [it happens unintentionally], always saying ”let me hold that for you, darling.“ his hands somehow always know the right place to be, like rubbing circles on your back, giving you headpats or playing with your hair >:(
ushijima cooking! he’s! an! amazing! cook! He wears a cute little apron with cute little animals on it,, asks you to come in and taste his food, as he blows on the spoon for you to try a bite. imagine a dinner date with him in the winter,, where both of you are huddled together to have warm soup with ramen.
ushijima giving shoulder kisses!! he loves pressing kisses to your shoulders and even your knuckles. when you’re cuddling, with your back on his chest, he always whispers such sweet things like, ”i love you baby” or “make me feel like ’m on top of the world.“ and if you’re watching some soapy tv show, he laughs in your ear and ushijima’s laugh >>> or whenever you cling to him during a scary movie, he grins.
ushijima absolutely tries to not crush you with his body weight but some days he’s so tired from his matches, he just collapses on top of you,, inhaling your scent [not in a creepy way, it makes him feel at home]. you always smell like the sense of belonging he needed, he doesn’t know how to explain it.
he steals glances at you whenever you’re not looking. especially during his match, right before his serve, he just looks at you because it’s somehow calming. whenever you’re trying to focus, you can feel his gaze burning into you. he looks at you so intently, memorizing all your features. he just can’t help but fall in love all over again.
absolutely the type of person to not let you walk on the side closer to the road,, he always shelters you and his grip on your hand is so tight on whenever you’re in a crowd because he doesn’t want you to get lost >:( will even carry you on your back or make you walk ahead of him.
speaking of a relative height difference, he always finds it so cute that you have to stand on top of things to tie his tie or reach his belongings. the type to lean against the doorframe and watch your frame struggle until he realizes he has to help. if you’re taller than him, he is so fascinated that he places things higher on purpose to see you reach out for them because he thinks it’s so cool??? like! you see the world like him?
he motivates you to become the best person in your life. he’ll be there, for anything that’s important to you. he’ll push you to get better. he’ll listen to you explain him a topic for hours and then ask questions! ranting to him is so much fun omg <3 he just sits there, saying things like, “you’re absolutely right”. He doesn’t give his opinion unless he knows you’re ready to hear it.
but I guess the hardest day is when he breaks down. it’s so heartbreaking and gut wrenching because he’s an amazing person who deserves the world.
whenever someone else is talking to him and he’s listening intently,,, and his eyes land on you in the other corner of the room,, he winks, as a grin finds it’s way to his face.
kissesthat spot on your neck that makes you squirm and all blushy. he just knows it’ll make you weak in the knees and does it in purpose. “look at you all blushy blushy.”
he’ll pull you towards him with your belt loop so that you end up bumping into his chest and he laughs </3
kuroo
he drives with one hand on the steering wheel and another on your thigh. his hand always finds you somehow.
he’s sitting there on the couch and whenever you enter, he’ll look you up to down before mumbling a “c’mere,” and pulling you into his lap LORD
traps you between his hands, when your back is against the wall, and he’s bending down to talk to you with a grin on his face. “why are you blushing?”
ushijima
manspreading. that is all I’ll say.
he has irrevocable strength. so if you per say do convince him to play fight, he’ll let you win. you’ll be on top of him and he’ll be pinned to the bed. “i thought you were strong toshi.” that’s all you have to say and it flips a switch. you won’t even know what hit you and you’ll be the one pinned down. “i thought you were strong too, darling”
his voice is so deep and hoarse in the morning?? “don’t move,” he says when you try to squirm out of his grip to get out of bed.
asahi
whenever he gets up from bed in the morning, he ties his hair. barebacked asahi, his back muscles flexing as he pulls his hair into a bun. it’s so unintentional that he doesn’t even realize he does it.
whenever your hair is falling on your face, asahi has a hair tie right on his hand. but instead of tying your hair from the back, he comes in front of you and ties it from the front. “looks good, love.”
how he folds his sleeves whenever he’s about to do some messy work. it’s only when he catches you staring, he realizes. in conclusion, this man is hot and deserves more recognition thank u
if he knows you’re tired, he’ll just be very quiet,, go into the kitchen make some herbal tea for you that helps soothe you!!
he’ll even run warm bath and will offer to wash your hair!!
and most importantly, he’ll take out his secret stash of soft pajamas that he was saving for himself,, but he’ll give them to you and probably cuddle you till you go to sleep </3
he’ll kiss the top of your head and smile
hinata
hinata was probably super excited when he saw you at the front door,, but then he saw the look on your face and he was like “oh–no.”
so he immediately rushes to his bed, underneath which he’s kept this box of your favorite chocolates and chips,, anything to make you feel better
he takes out your night suit,, and puts you in bed as he hums this lullaby,,
he probably won’t be able to sleep all night because of how worried he is for you,, he hates tired you :/
ushijima
ushijima has a gut feeling in practice that something is about to be very wrong so when he goes back home and is greeted with a very dull you,,
he figures it out in the span of seconds and before you know,,, he asks you to give him 2 mins,, he takes a quick shower
he asks if you’ve ate something,,
and then he drags you to bed,, you’re the small spoon, and he’s pressing kisses to your shoulder blade,, stroking to your hair and you’re going to forget you were ever tired with this big man
iwaizumi
iwaizumi instantly KNOWS so he does what he does best,,
make soup
no seriously,, iwaizumi makes great comfort soup with noodles and it’s really comforting and heartwarming!! he’ll make you a warm bowl of deliciousness,,
he’ll play some jazz in the background and the two of you can sway together,, until he carries you back to bed where you sleep in his arms >:(
if you ever ran towards him at full speed to hug him, he would not even budge with your weight,, like literally,, HE would not
he sometimes throws you over his shoulder when you’re not listening to him??? you weigh as much as a toothpick to this man
and oh MY god,, if you ever tell him anything is heavy and you hand it over for him to pick up,, he’ll be like,, “this is heavy? but it’s solight?”
also ARM WRESTLING!!
he can’t help but giggle every time you challenge him to an arm wrestling match,, which by the way consists of you using both your hands and ushijima using barely any strength,, and he’s just trying to fight back the smile on his face when he sees how much effort you’re putting in
but also,, the BEHEMOTH this man is,, he has absolutely broken so many things around the house because he miscalculates how strong he really is,,
like accidentally breaking the cabinet door open or a wine glass because he held it too hard,, or slamming a door shut and the window breaking? yep, it’s happened.
sometimes you think this man is magneto in real life because he can bend METAL like seriously,, this is concerning
but also! he is aware of how strong he is when it comes to you. like he will not even jokingly nudge you or anything because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you and he cannot hurt his beloved,,
except while cuddling. when you’re in ushijima’s grip, he will NOT let you go
all in all, love our strong boi </3 he’s my baby and I want to keep him snuggled in a blanket
Tsukki has a target. Tsukki has been training to take this target down his entire life. Tsukki is supposed to kill the heir to the throne. It’s a basic story, he knows, and he nearly gags when he finds himself falling for a certain green haired prince. A prince he is supposed to kill. He laughs for the first time in his miserable life with Tadashi. He protects him from other predators, forgetting that he himself is a predator. He braids Tadashi’s hair and kisses his freckles in secret. He loves Tadashi even as he stabs him, even as Tadashi bleeds out in his arms, bewildered and heartbroken. Tsukishima dries Tadashi’s tears just before he lets the guards take him, eager to join Tadashi now that his purpose had been fullfilled. Now if only he and Tadashi were going to the same afterlife. Maybe Tadashi would understand, sometimes love isn’t enough to undo a lifetime of training and teaching. Probably not though.
daichi with a sensitive neck, and a reader w a love for hickies + g/n reader!
nsfw !!
not proofreaded yet :,) might be typos
sometimes daichi likes acting indifferent when it comes to your advances, usually when he’s doing work and you’re being needy.
you love the way your boyfriend reacts when you press open mouthed kisses onto his neck, a sadistic smile always finding its way onto your face.
annoyed from lack of attention, sitting on your boyfriends lap originally just to be closer, you’re now on your usual routine of “getting daichi away from work”. hickies strewn from his jawline down his neck, how pretty he looked. you could feel his erection pressing into you, he was trying to keep his breaths low but they were coming out raggedy and desperate.
you make sure to leave the violet marks on the front of his neck, one next to his adam’s apple. your favorite part is always after and seeing him try to figure out how to cover them the next day, always laughing when he throws on a hoodie and tries to tie the drawstrings to cover them. you knew he was getting desperate when he started mumbling out your name like a mantra, his needy voice sending arousal straight through you.
“fuck- just give me a few more minutes.” he breathed out. your answer was obvious when you blatantly ignored him, instead licking and pressing kisses into the reddening love bites, feeling his dick twitch every time. his work long and abandoned while his hands finally settle onto your hips, moving your hips to slowly grind.
“i wonder what people would think if they seen daichi sawamura moaning under little ol’ me.” you taunt at him, he just sends a light smack to your ass. definitely his reminder of who’s usually doing all of the mean talking, he’s definitely going to treat you like a bitch after this.
you know that although you’re the one that has daichi panting and squirming under you right now, he’s going to put you back into your place. you crying under him while he ignores your cries of sensitivity, but the hickies that will cover his neck and chest while he presses your knees into your chest make him look all the better.
a/n: just a short one since i haven’t posted in what’s felt like a while, i’m t i r e d so maybe i’ll do some drabbles more often!
#LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification.
──➤ Atsumu Miya sent you a letter, would you like to read it?
the author sent a letter : ❝dear reader,
first and foremost, i’m terribly sorry for being inactive— university and entrance exams are choking me in the least kinky way possible. so, in order to make myself forgiven, i shall deliver you a sinful atsumu letter.
sealed with a kiss, nikki.
P.S:sending tons of love to @newfriendjen for taking some of her precious type to beta-read this letter, thank you so much once again, you’re an angel!❞
──➤Prompt used :A letter inspired by the song “Maneater” by Nelly Furtado— as Atsumu comes back from a volleyball-related trip, he’s greeted by the most enticing sight : yourself, on the bed, wearing the set of lingerie he had specifically bought for you. Atsumu knows he has you all to himself, or so he thinks? A battle for dominance caught between two lovers with prideful hearts. ─➤Genre :Smut. ➤Warnings : MINORS DO NOT READ THIS, 18+ ONLY. Switch reader and switch Atsumu, sexual intercourse, cunnilingus, cursing, degradation (both reader and Atsumu), overstimulation, daddy kink, mistress kink, vaginal penetration.
There are three rules to being a man-eater : make them spend hard, make them fall on their knees and make them fall real hard in love.
The first rule came natural, a flick of your hair accompanied by a sensually calculated flutter of your eyelashes was enough to make him bend under your charms, as if the requests leaving your lips had been laced with a spell rendering him unable to deny your demand. After all, Atsumu Miya would give you anything on a silver plate and more if it meant he could hear you say his name. He was particularly fond of the way you’d drag the last syllable of his name with the pad of your thumb gracing your lower lip, giving you the grandeur of a faux innocent façade, it was this meticulous marriage of faux innocence and lust that would, each time, sign his own end.
And yet again, he had dived head first into the abyss of your charms— not that he ever regretted it, the grin on your face and the gleam shining in the corner of your irises was the greatest reward he could have ever possibly asked for.
Atsumu had come home from yet another trip, a volleyball-related trip that is. He had the thoughtful habit of sending you different kinds of presents while he was away, hoping that the presence of these gifts would make up for the lack of his own presence. There was always a note attached to each package, if it was lingerie he often wrote something along the lines of how he’d wish time would fly faster so he could bask in the glory of your body, take mental pictures of how the red of the lace embraced your body so divinely well that he was convinced you were a muse taken from a renaissance painting who had come to life.
Whenever he’d come home, his first reflex was always to head straight to his room— because he was positive that he’d find you there either way.
And bingo. There you were, clothed in the latest set of lingerie he had sent you while he was abroad. Atsumu had an idea of how said set would look on you from the pictures he had seen online, but never did he once think that it would look that good. After all, you always exceeded his expectations.
A set so sophisticated, he had picked a black set this time (surely because his subconscious associated the color to the color of the Black Jackals and it was enough to send a rush of blood downwards at the thought of it) and, much to his pleasure, it left so little to the imagination. The fabric covering your breasts was transparent if it wasn’t for the embroidered flowers right above your nipples. Unbeknownst to him, Atsumu’s gaze had been stuck on the way your buds were peaking through the fabric whilst the back of his mind already imagined scenarios where he’d let his mouth would latch onto your breast to earn some of the moans he knew all too well but could never get enough of.
His throat tightened a bit when his eyes went south— the panties matched the bra, albeit the presence of the flowers were missing this time, allowing him to drink in the sight of your core already glistening with lust. He hadn’t missed the way you were seated on the edge of his bed either, legs already spread apart like a silent invitation for him to let those thoughts that would make a demon blush be set free, or the way your back was paying homage to a crescent moon from how arched it was. Fuck.
« You like what you see, baby? » The words left your lips in a suggestive tone.
He blinked once, then twice, to set himself free from the torment of his thoughts. « Is this all for me? » He questioned, taking a few steps forward to reduce the space between the both of you.
Alas, he was stopped by the red sole of the heels (courtesy of the expertise of Louboutin) planted on his lower abs. « What do you think you’re doing? On your knees. »
« Wh-… On my knees? » The smirk plastered across his facial features had fallen low into a look of disbelief.
« Didn’t you get in the first time? On your knees. Now. » You repeated, the imperative tone of your voice becoming clearer.
The second rule to being a man-eater was to make them fall on their knees.
He sunk down to his knees as told, his eyesight facing directly your clothed core he so badly wanted to have a taste of. Your taste was like an addiction, not that he was interested in finding some kind of antidote anyways. Atsumu didn’t even notice the way his tongue was swiping across his lower lip in anticipation for the future sinful deeds he was bound to do.
Seeing he was stuck in a daze of lust, you just had to earn his attention back. How dare he not pay attention to you? With the help of your index and middle finger, you began to stroke your clothed core in vertical motions, a slow and methodic pattern to entice him even more and make him sink even more into an abyss of dark thoughts.
« Do you want it? Do you want to eat me out, mhm? » You half-questioned, already knowing the answer to your question was going to be positive.
Although he thought it was impossible, his throat tightened even more, the constriction of lust preventing him from forming any kind of a sentence, hence why he nodded instead of ridiculing himself with broken words.
« Cat’s got your tongue? »
« Lemme’ eat you out, please. » He replied after gathering enough strength to form a ‘normal’ sentence.
« Please who? » You demanded, leaning forwards to cradle his jaw.
« Fuck… Please mistress. » The words sounded so bitter, the price to pay to reach nirvana.
The way you had leaned back, propped on your elbows to obtain some kind of leverage, was a silent way to invite him to get a taste of yourself. Both of his palms roamed on the plush flesh of your thighs caging him into the sweetest hold, until his fingers reached the bands on the side of the panties which had been lingering on his mind more than he’d ever admit. Controlled by his unquenchable thirst to let his tastebuds be blessed by the sweet taste of your juices, Atsumu used his strength for good measure by ripping the fabric apart— a distinct testimony of the hunger casting a dark cloud over his irises.
And at this very moment, right when the fabric of your panties fell into an abyss of oblivion, Atsumu knew that the gates of heaven had finally opened up to him— his orbs were frenetic, trying to catch a glimpse of each centimeter of your body awaiting to be cherished by his lips and worshipped by his tongue, and you could’ve sworn his pupils had dilated when his gaze landed on your core, glistening in all of its lustful glory.
« You like what you see, don’t you? » You teased, knowing damn well the answer was written all over his face.
« I love it, I fuckin’ love it, mistress. » Atsumu answered, the desire to get a taste of you almost burning him alive.
You couldn’t help but smile at his awful lack of self-control, but oh well, at least he had the benefit of having tried… But was trying ever really enough? Your palm fell flat on his cranium, digits tangling with his bleached blonde locks that could rival the brightest rays of sunshine. « Go ahead… You have my permission. »
Those were the words Atsumu had been waiting to hear ever since he stepped foot in his bedroom, the words that triggered another wave of hunger in the pit of his stomach— in fact, said words had triggered the beginning of the end for him. And worst of all, he was aware of his own fatalist fate.
In a flash, the not-so foreign sensation of Atsumu’s mouth paving a trail of forbidden kisses from your inner thighs to your core awakened chills that ran down your spine. And there it was— the absolute devotion of his body to yours. He knew this was no place for teasing, the word reigning supreme here was ‘pleasure’, and he couldn’t allow to break the rules and not give his mistress what she desired, correct?
Like a man starved who was bound to eat his very last meal on Earth, Atsumu jumped head-first into a pool of lust and flattened his tongue to draw a long and fat lick of your core that would, for sure, coat all of his tastebuds with your taste. Fuck, this was heaven on Earth. He used his index and middle finger to spread your folds, thus obtaining a better view of your core and a clearer path to execute away the ministrations that would make a demon blush.
Kitten licks collecting any bits of remaining juice, sucking motions on your oh so sweet bundle of nerves that would be the key to your future orgasms, shoving his tongue directly into your hole that was clenching each time the tip of his tongue graced your inside— wasn’t he being such a sweet boy?
But it seems Atsumu had pulled out a fifth ace out of his sleeve when the same two digits that were spreading your folds open had taken a dive south to meet your core. He was getting drunk on the sight of seeing his fingers disappearing, inch by inch, into your hole that was clenching around him, a testimony of pleasure that was as clear as day.
Your back arched once more like the curve of a moon shining amidst a constellation, an iron grip maintained Atsumu in place and, at times, moved him a bit around when he was hitting that sweet spot that would make you cry out in pleasure. « Fuck, Atsumu! Nghh, right here, oh fuck, here! »
And so he did as told— he pumped his fingers in and out of your core and let his tongue flicker some more over your bundle of nerves with a newfound purpose, the most lustful yet most rewarding one of them all, making you come undone.
It wasn’t your first shared rodeo, and after quite a handful of experiences, Atsumu had gained enough knowledge to know when your body was about to give in to the sins of pleasure. He analyzed everything, knowing like the back of his hand how your moans would gain a higher pitch, how your hold on his hair would tighten more and more and how your breathing was gradually becoming more irregular. « Fuck, fuck— ah, fuck! I’m gonna, ‘gonna c-cum! »
And before the words had fully left your mouth, you were hit with ceaseless waves of pleasure that washed all over you, sending you into a state of pure bliss where you could discern stars behind your closed lid, much to Atsumu’s greatest pleasure. The latter hadn’t missed a bit, and as soon as the first drops of the awaited elixir of pleasure had poured from your clenching core, his tongue was quick to lick your entire cunt clean— he wasn’t the one to waste your sweet cum, after all.
Atsumu could’ve sworn that he could’ve come undone from the taste of your cum only, and the crimson shade of the tip of his cock, aching from an enticing marriage of pain and pleasure, seemed to prove this point even further. « Fuck, you taste so good. So, so good, mistress. »
The tip of his tongue had cleaned the last remaining bits of cum on the corners of his lips, tasting once more what he’d define as the sweetest poison on Earth whilst you were completely sent into a post-orgasm daze, eyes blurry from the pearls of tears that had threatened to fall earlier.
Your gaze was stuck on the ceiling, causing you to miss the ill-intentioned grin that had crept across Atsumu’s facial traits. « Are we going to play this game longer, huh? ‘Kinda tired of playing your personal slut. » He trailed off, his body now hovering over yours. « We all know for a fact that if there’s a slut here, it’s you, and you’re all fuckin’ mine. » He whispered right in the crook of your ear, having chosen to reduce the space between your ear and his lips to send chills down your spine.
« Atsumu… » You breathed out, barely recognizing your own voice from how weak it sounded.
« Two can play this little game of yours, ya’ know? But… We’re gonna play under my rules now. So start calling me by my name. » Words coated with lust fell straight into your eardrum. « My real name, doll. » He added, this time with a deeper tone.
It was the last warning he had given you before crashing his lips onto yours, tongue barely waiting half a second to force its way in your own mouth where your two tongues clashed in harmony. Despite your state, you still put up a fight against his pink muscle, well decided to win this fight for supremacy by tugging him closer by the neck.
« Dirty little thing, you never know when to quit, do you, huh? » He breathed out against your lips, a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.
« Fuck you, Atsumu. You wish I’d give you what you want! » You barked back, bringing him closer to shut him up with yet another kiss.
« Weren’t you just cumming on my mouth, like, two minutes ago? C’mon, I haven’t even fucked you stupid yet and you’re already losing your damn mind? » He seethed, deciding to shut you up on his own terms by planting his pearly whites into the yet untouched flesh of your neck where, later on, a bouquet of scarlet and plum love bites would bloom.
Atsumu created a path of open-mouthed kisses, intercut with repetitions of « mine » between each kiss, that led to the valley of your breasts. His hands were quick to set you free (quite the euphemism because he decided, much like your panties, to rip your bra apart) from the poor piece of fabric that was separating him from your breasts.
There again, he wasted no time sending another urge of pleasure coursing through your veins as his mouth was quick to latch onto your breast— the hypnotic rolling motions of his tongue and the small bites left on your nipple caused a flow of moans to fall free from your mouth. « Make those sounds for me, c’mon, don’t go shy on me now, princess. » He mused before giving the same treatment to your other breast while he was pinching your other nipple with his fingers, rolling it until it hurt pleasurably to the touch.
The whines and moans falling like a cascade from your lips had always been something he will never get tired of, it was like the best of rewards, that and seeing your face contorted by pleasure.
He knew damn well your core was still leaking from your previous orgasm, and prepping it once more would only please you too much, and now that the roles had reversed, he was not bound to give you what you wanted anymore.
His digits wrapped around his cock, throbbing in anticipation and the tip as red as ever and a trail of pre-cum was leaking down the side of his girth. Atsumu gave it a few experimental pumps, using his fingers to spread the pre-cum all over his cock although he knew that he didn’t need much of a lubricant given how soaked you were. « C’mon, Atsumu, don’t tease me! » You whined.
« Huh? What did you just call me? » He asked, ceasing the pumping motions on his cock which let you know that if you were to call him by the wrong name again, he’d just leave you on your own.
« See? Dirty sluts like you can turn into good girls. » He grinned at your obedience before resuming to his antics.
The tip of his cock was teasing your core, letting the tip run over your folds and your clit to give you a taste of the pleasure you were going to go through. And then it hit, the gradual pleasure conquering each inch of your body as he slid inch by inch the length of his cock inside your throbbing hole that was already sucking him like a vice. « Fuck, fuck you’re tight. »
The sudden stretch caused a moan to erupt from your lips in response to the sudden presence amongst your walls. The way your body responded to every experimental inch drilled within you earned a light groan out of him each time, that is until he managed to push his entire girth inside of you, you mutually reacted to the overwhelming sensation by a choked breath, as if every ounce of oxygen had been knocked out of your lungs.
And then it was a crescendo— not only regarding the rhythm of his hypnotic thrusts which never failed to cause the sudden appearance of a soft sound of pleasure from bursting out of your lips, but also regarding the rising level of ecstasy and pure bliss in your lower belly : the forming knots became a bit tighter with each slap of his testicles against your derrière and the stars shining behind your closed lids became a bit clearer with each thrust, sending you straight into a daze where you failed to tell the difference between reality and lustful dreams. « D-Daddy, please, ahh! Fuck me so good, fuck me so good… » You breathed out between moans.
You couldn’t help but dig your nails into the flesh of his upper arm which provoked a groan out of him, crimson colored trails colored his skin and the red tone of pleasure married the tone of his skin so effortlessly, as if your marks had always belonged on his skin.
« Who’s making you feel this fuckin’ good? Who does this wet cunt of yours belong to, slut? » Atsumu grunted, a trail of curses leaving his lips in the process. His perpetual quest of pleasure was ceaseless, never once stopping to fill his lungs with clear oxygen. Every thrust spoke volume, and said volume growing louder and louder with each passing second and each thrust given as an offering to the deities of lust. « Y-You, daddy! No one.. Fuuck, n-no one else! »
«Fuck, baby! ‘M gonna cum in that tight pussy of yours, better get every single drop for Daddy, fuck, fuck, fuck! » His lips were glued to yours, careless to allow you the right to breathe and that was all due to the lust that consumed him as he could already fill the welcoming breezes of his approaching climax against his skin.
The tip of his girth was kissing the panel of nerves designed for pleasure, each thrust caressing your cervix was as addictive as the last one. It signed the end of you, sealed the fatalist fate where you were bound to unleash a second orgasm although your body had barely recovered from the first one. This crescendo of lust had drawn more pleasure that your body could possibly handle, forced more reactions that your mind could follow.
Speaking of the latter, it was pitch black, and not even a beacon of hope had the chance to shine through the void of your thoughts, pierce through the darkness emanating from the open gates of your subconscious. Only unintelligible sounds that echoed to pleasure left your parted lips, head tilted to the side with a string of drool creating a humid stain on the pillow.
And then it hit you, your body had manifested the overdose of ecstasy for a second time, draining the last bits of energy you ignored you had. A dragged moan of his name, his real name, had left your lips at the occasion whilst the hand settled on his forearm had slid down on the mattress, taken away by the sudden exhaustion.
Atsumu’s salute came in the form of one final slam of his hips against your cunt dripping with the marriage of your juices and, after having colored the blank canvas of your walls with the color of sin, his own. « Good girl, see? See how nice you are when you obey? ‘Made a real mess, didn’t’cha? » He swore to himself that he could have come undone a second time at the sight of the cum leaking from your hole, pathetically clenching around his girth as he was pulling away from your hole.
Your breathing was everything but regular, oxygen seemed to fade away as soon as it entered your system and your brain fogged by this persistent daze of lust wasn’t helping much. Obey? The same word was kept on loop in your mind from the moment he had said it. « Atsumu, I thought you knew me better than that. » You breathed out, bowing your lips into an ill-intentioned grin at the idea that had just blossomed in your mind. Obey? Very well.
« What are you on about? » He interrogated, brow quirked up to emphasize his question.
With the leverage given by the support of your elbows, you managed (as efficiently as someone who’s had two orgasms in a row, that is) to get back on your knees, and before Atsumu knew it, you were sitting on your self-claimed throne in the middle of his lap, right where his erection was still poking your entrance. You had essentially caged him with your luscious thighs, the sweetest hold he could’ve asked for despite what his face may say. « ‘The hell are y’doin’? » He asked once more, growing impatient by the second.
« Raising your voice at me? » You mused, sarcasm lacing your every word. « Very well, then. » You added, shoving your index and middle finger in his mouth to prevent him from spilling any more absurdities— you were not one bit surprised to see Atsumu quickly warming up to the not-so foreign presence of your fingers in his mouth, his pink muscle coating your digits with his saliva. « Good boy. See how nice you are when you obey? » Atsumu’s pupils dilated even more under the spell of lust when he realized you had twisted his own words in your favor.
Atsumu wanted to scoff, to shove you off and regain the monopoly of control once more but the way you were enticing him into a game of back-and-forth, a constant fight for supremacy, made him crave you even more. He hated it, and loved it at the same time.
How convenient that the tip of cock, still reddened by pleasure and coated with a veil of sinful cum, was grazing the curve of your derrière. One could say that this position was almost… Strategic, mhm? However, just sinking down on his girth in a heartbeat would be giving Atsumu what he wanted on a silver plate, with a supplement of moans and whines on top of it.
« If you like control so much… » You trailed off, leaning to the side just a bit to reach the night stand right next to his bed where, of course, he’d hide his precious collection of toys devoted to pleasure. Your orbs scanned a bit, hands swimming through the myriad of strap-ons and others cock-rings with flashing colors, only to find the holy Graal in the form of metal-like handcuffs.
« You’re gonna love this, then. » You said, dangling from left to right the object of his torture, Atsumu’s eyes followed each motion of the handcuffs in a hypnotic manner, ready to be sent into a substate of delirium.
« Hands. » You demanded, the imperative tone coloring your words provoked a whimper of anticipation out of him. « Good boy. » you praised, taking one hand after the other and locking each of them to the bedding, tugging just a bit on his wrists to see if the material would resist just in case Atsumu would put up a fight— but he’s such a good and obedient boy, he would never dare cross the limits you have drawn yourself.
« Who’s my good boy? » Words filled with such sweetness hidden behind a mirage of lust, like a poisoned apple of some sorts, fell straight into his eardrums. Atsumu’s mouth was set agape, believing for one second that he had forgotten how to talk properly. « ’S me, I’m your good boy, mistress. » So sweet, you couldn’t resist letting your hand envelope his cheek in a caring manner.
« Mh, what do you want mistress to do to you, my pretty boy? » More enchanting words lingered in the air, echoing like the fallen promises of the sirens to lure martyrs into the depth of lust. « I want… » He began, pupils dilating further upon observing your hands caressing all over his chest and abdomen region, feeling each bump created by his muscles. « I want mistress to fuck me, fuck me so hard ‘till she milks me dry. » He breathed out.
« And why do you want that? » You cooed, reducing dangerously the space between your lips and his own, your breasts pressed against the muscles of his chest. « … ‘Cause I’m your good boy, a-and your dirty slut. » He looked at you almost hesitantly, wondering if he had chosen the right wording.
The ill-intentioned grin painted across your face seemed to be the confirmation that, yes, Atsumu had said the magic words that had been housed inside the deepest, darkest parts of your subconscious. « That’s right, my dirty little slut. »
You retreated your hips backwards, your gaze never once daring to leave his face and how his facial traits were already torn with pleasure. His hips had buckled at the degradation falling from your lips, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through his veins in a heartbeat— he was so receptive to your words and touch, it was almost pathetic. « You’re so impatient, aren’t you? But good sluts deserved so be fucked so well, too. ‘Want me to ride your cock until you can’t take it anymore, mh? ‘Want me to make you cum? » You mocked as the pad of your thumb was brushing in circular motions the tip of his cock, you’d continue this torture until the sacred words would fall from his lips with pity drooling from every syllable. « P-Please… Fuck, mistress, milk me dry… Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow. My cock’s— Ahh, shit, shit, shit! My c-cock’s yours, mistress. »
He had begged so well, his pleas were on a loop like a broken record on your mind, getting drunk on the feeling of pity exuding his every pore shamelessly. You laid both of your hands flat on his lower abdomen to obtain some leverage, enough to tease him by gliding the angry scarlet shade of his cock in vertical motions against your folds. « Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please! » He pleaded once more, and as the words had died on his tongue like a secret prayer, you sank your hips down in a swift motion without warning.
Atsumu felt like every ounce of oxygen had left his lungs, as if his brain had ceased to function for a moment because he was secretly persuaded that he had seen a glimpse of heaven as your derrière ascended onto his cock begging to be used for good measure, begging to have its flow of cum be leaked into the tight grip of your walls, begging to feel resurgences of pleasure over and over again until his mind couldn’t keep up anymore and until becoming a whining, stuttering, drooling mess fucked stupid.
And then it began again, the ascension to heaven— a path he knew all too well, a path adorned with your name written in the finest gold lettering infused with the most sinful essence, a path illuminated by your face contorted in pleasure. The mere thought of it alone was enough to send him in overdrive.
The repetition of your hips gliding the girth of his cock was enough to make his tongue peak through the corner of his lips, not that he could muster enough force to shut his mouth anyways. But it was fine, so fine, because you were at the center of the echoes of his moans.
« C’mon, baby! Be my good boy, ah fuck, fuck! Good little slut! » You breathed out, neck tilted to face the ceiling in ecstasy. Atsumu wasn’t following much, the sight of you riding him alongside your breasts bouncing frenetically to the rhythm of your vertical motions was the greatest of gifts.
And on the other one hand, the greatest of gifts, for you, was being able to see him so weak and vulnerable, unable to put enough strength into his thrusts which led you to completely take control, unable to refrain any sound of pleasure from leaving the frontiers of his lips. « Ahh, fuck! Fuck me…! Fuck me! Nghh! » And there you were, drinking his enticing pleas.
Your fingertips left hot crimson trails on the skin of his abdomen, true testimonies of the pure essence of ecstasy coursing through your veins. Your breaths were growing more erratic, oftentimes they were cut with your own moans too. « Wanna’ cum, pretty boy? W-Wanna cum for your Mistress? »
« Please, please! P-Please just lemme’ fuckin’ cum in you! Lemme’… Fill your pretty cunt! » He breathed out in response.
Those were the sole little words you needed to quicken the pace of your ascensions, the latter caused Atsumu’s moans to grow more high-pitched. Although you couldn’t see it, you were entirely convinced that the tip of his cock had never been more rouge, he was breathing out pleas but ignored why on the long run, fully sent into a state of overstimulation.
« A-Atsumu! Cum with me! » And the magic of performative language happened, the familiar feeling of the warmth of his white shots of cum invaded in the sweetest way your velvety walls, coating them with sins and passion.
An elongated whimper fell free from your lips as it announced your own end, your own orgasm had been triggered with the one last fatal pump that untied all the metaphorical knots in your lower abdomen. Such a blissful sensation that never grew old, especially when Atsumu was the reason behind it all.
But alas, as soon as you had touched Nirvana with your fingertips, fatality hit you in the back— you found yourself deprived of your energy, feeling as if all the oxygen had been knocked off of your lungs, and your mind was caught in a daze which projected nothing but a white veil.
« Baby… You did so good, so, so good… » Your words fell like hot whispers against his chest, your sudden lack of energy had caused you to fall limp onto his chest while you were still cockwarming him.
Atsumu blinked once, then twice, only to realize that the pleasure that had enveloped him was very much real— and so were you. « Fuck that was good… » He whispered in response, not daring to move one bit because he knew his muscles would never forgive him for doing so. « You’re an angel, y’know that? » His gaze fell on you, the softest hint of a grin adorned his facial features.
You couldn’t help but release a hush giggle at his answer « How dare you calling me an angel after all of that, hm? »
This time, it was his time to mimic you by giving life to his own giggle, « Hey, the devil was the most beautiful angel once… Or something like that, ‘dunno. » He grinned, keeping the groans of pain locked in his throat as he managed to lay his palm against your cheek— his touch was so familiar, leaning into his palm came natural. « But I didn’t know the devil came in sexy lingerie though. »
Oh, to you, dear victim of a maneater : you know you would do anything to keep them by your side, because when they say they love you, they love you long time.
tsukishima is aroace and agender and uses any pronouns, yamaguchi is queer and pangender and uses they/he pronouns, and they are in a queer platonic relationship and i love that for them
