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“Chicken.”

You look up at the offender, locking eyes with one Hinata Shoyo. He flashes you a knowing smirk.

It’sKageyama’s leaving party, and instead of making the most of what time you have left with him, you’re sitting on the couch nursing your fragile heart with glasses of wine.

You’ve had all these years to confess your feelings, but everytime you go to say the words, you come up with nothing. Even tonight, you had been planning to say something, anything, and then Kageyama goes and announces he’s leaving to go play abroad in the Italian league and your heart sinks.

So far, you’re three glasses down and you don’t feel anything except for the room starting to spin.

“Shut up.” You growl, glaring at him. You’re dejected enough, you don’t need anymore salt being rubbed into your wound.

He takes a seat next to you, nudging your shoulder with his.

“You’re an idiot, you know.” He says wistfully. “You’ve always been the smartest person I know, yet you’re so dumb when it comes to love.”

You scoff, “As if you’re some casanova yourself.”

He takes you by the shoulders, shaking you gently as you grunt. “Look, would I ever lie to you?”

You meet his eyes. Hinata is a lot of things— He’s painfully optimistic, naive and endlessly happy. But he’s not a liar.

You shake your head.

“Exactly. So believe me when I tell you he’s in love with you too.”

You let out a deep sigh. “How many times do I have to tell you that-“

“And how many times do I have to tell you that you’re wrong?”

He waves something in front of your face, and it takes you a moment to realise it’s a phone. You snatch the offending item away from your face and it’s not until you look at the lock screen that you find out it’s not his. It’s Kageyama’s.

“Why do you have his phone?” You ask, eyeing him suspiciously.

“To prove a point.” He says simply. “Try to unlock it.”

He walks away before you can say anything more. You know it’s wrong. You know you should do the right thing and give it back before he realises it’s missing.

But you don’t— instead, you become intrigued and try to figure out what exactly Kageyama would have as his passcode.

You start inputting random shit at first and it’s all wrong so you try to come up with a strategy. You put in your graduation date from Karasuno. Wrong. You put in Hinata’s birthday. Wrong. The day he signed up to the Adlers. Wrong.

You put in his own birthday and still, it’s wrong.

You type in your birthday without much thought— it was your last attempt before you would end up disabling his phone for an hour so you might aswell go out with a bang.

But the phone doesn’t lock. It opens, and his home screen is staring back at you, almost tauntingly. You blink and press the lock button quickly.

Deep breath, and you type in your birthday again. The phone unlocks, again.

“Is that my phone?” A voice calls out behind you.

You freeze like a deer caught in headlights.

“Yes?” You admit sheepishly.

“What are you doing?” He chuckles, taking a seat next to you and smiling softly.

“Trying to unlock your phone.”

Silence. There’s a shift in the air between you two.

“Well,” there’s something weird in Kageyama’s voice, “did you manage to open it?”

This is your opportunity. You could say yes, you could let everything out and get this burden off your shoulder. This is the perfect time to confess.

But you don’t. Maybe Hinata was justified in dubbing you a chicken earlier.

“Nah, couldn’t guess your password.”

“Idiot.” He teases, holding his hand out so you can plop the phone down onto his palm. You watch him type the passcode carefully, holding the screen at an angle away from you so he can shield the passcode.

Your birthday. Kageyama isn’t one for sentimental things but your birthday is his passcode.

“So what did you need?” He asks.

“Nothing, was just gonna take ugly pictures on your phone.” You shrug it off, trying to sound casual even though your cheeks are burning. “Don’t want you to forget my face when you go off to Rome.”

“As if I could.” You look at him only to see he’s already staring at you, tenderness plain as day on his face.

“Congratulations, Tobio.” You say, linking your pinkie with his, just like you used to do as a kid when you were nervous and wanted him to comfort you.

“Thanks y/n.” He says, squeezing your pinky with his. “I hope you don’t forget me too.”

There’s so many unsaid words floating between you two right now, so many questions you want the answers to. You want so desperately to let out your feelings, but with him moving so far away, you’re not ready for the risks of a long-distance relationship.

So you bite your tongue and smile back. This is enough, you try to convince yourself.

This is enough for now.

COCKWARMING THE PRETTY SETTERS

warnings: definitely smut 

characters: tooru oikawa, tobio kageyama, kenma kozume, koshi sugawara

a/n: i’m taking request btw :) my inbox is open. also, this is kinda long so grab your popcorn haha

oikawa

 - oikawa is obsessed with you whether he wants to admit it or not

- which is wild because no one would’ve expected him to ever be more obsessed with anyone other than himself

- but here you are

- and he LOVES being around you 

- just being in your presence makes him all giddy and smiley

-though he does try to compose himself whenever you guys are around his teammates but usually fails 

-  he’s not obsessed in a weird or creepy way, but just enough for you to know that he’s all about you and only you

- and you love it

- and of course oikawa’s obsession with you rings no surprise that he’s obsessed with being inside you 

- as long as he’s close to his pretty y/n, he’s happy

the two of you had just finished a long and strenuous two rounds of sex and were more than ready for bed. but when oikawa got out of bed to get towels for the two of you to clean up with, you felt extremely empty. you were exhausted, that’s for sure. but a big part of you just wanted him filling you up again, even if nothing else happened. you pout, knowing that your attentive boyfriend would notice when he came back, which he did. 

“hm, what’s wrong pretty girl?” he asks softly as he starts to gently clean his mess off of your stomach with a warm towel. 

“i want you inside of me again.” you say in an almost whisper, a little embarrassed by the words that just left your mouth and he laughs lightly. 

“you’re so cute.” he says as he tucks a piece of hair away from your face and gives you a kiss. “but i’m so tired.” he finishes, then plops down on the bed beside you, big spooning you. 

“no, we don’t have to have sex again, i’m exhausted too. i just want you inside me.” you say shyly. you feel his dick twitch behind you and can’t help but smile a little, knowing you’re about to get what you want.

“oh, like cockwarming?” oikawa asks and you nod in response. “hm, ok. yeah, we can do that.” he smiles before kissing your forehead. he was already big spooning you so he was in the perfect position to just slip it in. he pulls down his shorts just enough so that his member could spring free, then pulls the panties that you were wearing under one of his shirts down just enough for him to have access to what he needed. he teases your folds with his tip a little bit, causing you to tense up. then he slowly pushes himself inside you, it not being too difficult with you still being wet from earlier. the two of you moan in unison, both sensitive from your previous interactions. once he’s fully in, he stays there and wraps his arm around your waist as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“does that feel good? is that ok?” he asks before pressing more soft kisses on your shoulder and your neck.

“it’s perfect.” you coo and he pulls you a little closer with the arm he had slung over your waist.

“goodnight princess.”

“goodnight oikawa.”

-you definitely have morning sex when you wake up

kageyama

- let’s be real here, he really doesn’t know what any kinks are

- he just learns what he likes and what he doesn’t like from you and waits for you to tell him if it’s a kink or not 

- you end up having to tell him that basically anything sexual can be a kink after he keeps asking you “is that a kink?” every time you two do something new in bed 

- you find his lack of knowledge on the subject adorable though, even though you constantly tease him about it 

- he honestly just goes with the flow and follows your lead in terms of sexual things

- not that he’s the submissive one, you just know more about sex so sometimes you have to give him extra guidance

- he doesn’t mind it though, he wouldn’t wanna learn it from anyone else but you

- and you just so happened to teach him his new favorite kink

you two are making out on kageyama’s bed. it starts off innocent at first but slowly progresses into a messier and more heated kiss. you’re on top of him, tugging on his hair while he grips onto your hips. you begin slowly grinding against him causing him to moan softly into your mouth. his sounds were always so pretty and always instantly made your core pulse. you continue grinding on kageyama, giving both yourself and him pleasure. but it isn’t enough. in one swift motion he flips you over so now he’s the one on top. without detaching his lips from yours, he pulls his member out of his pants and lifts up the skirt you’re wearing then slowly pulls down your underwear, revealing your wet core.

“pretty.” he mumbles before licking a teasingly slow and soft stripe up your folds. you moan at the sensation and shut your eyes in pleasure. he continues to please you with his tongue before inserting two fingers into you. it hurts a bit more than usual but you shrug it off because the pleasure outweighs the pain. he continues with this for a few minutes more before he can’t take it anymore and positions himself at your entrance. he slowly begins pushing himself in, but as soon as he’s all the way in, you yelp in pain.

“ow ow ow! stop!” you groan, and kageyama does as told.

“what’s wrong? s-should i take it out?” he asks, concern laced in his voice.

“no no, keep it in just let me adjust to it.” you say. the day before, you and kageyama had some hardcore sex. you had unintentionally somewhat intentionally made him jealous so that he would punish you, and oh that he did. but your poor pussy was suffering the consequences. 

“ok princess, i won’t move. just let me know when you’re ready.” he says softly and you smile at his sweetness. he starts kissing you again, this time more deep and passionate as opposed to the sloppy, heated kiss that got you here in the first place. you were slowly beginning to relax around your boyfriend while he was losing his mind trying not to bust inside of you. something about not moving but still being inside you, feeling you around him. the anticipation. it’s driving him crazy.

“oh no, i’m gonna cum.” he says shyly as he pulls away from the kiss and accidentally cums inside of you. he hides his face in the crook of your neck in embarrasment and you just giggle at him, as that isn’t the first time that’s happened. 

“is, is that a kink? not doing anything, just being inside you? because i think i have that kink.” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“it is actually, it’s called cockwarming.” you say as you gently stroke his hair, trying to relax your still clearly embarrassed boyfriend. 

“hm, well can we never do cockwarming again, that was embarrassing.” he sighs before finally removing his head from the crook of your neck and looking at you.

“i don’t think it was embarrassing baby, i thought it was cute. but if you don’t wanna do it again we don’t have to.” you reassure him and he blushes at your compliment.

“maybe we can do it again sometime then, but for now it’s time to get you cleaned up.” he says before picking you up over his shoulder and taking you to the bathroom. 

kenma

- anyone who knows kenma knows that he is always preoccupied with video games

- whenever he’s playing, it’s fairly difficult to get his attention

- as his girlfriend, you’ve somewhat learned to accept this, even though you would like more attention from your boyfriend

- but you take what you can get, knowing that’s just how kenma is and you wouldn’t ever wanna change him 

- but sometimes you get needy

- really needy 

- and kenma isn’t always the best at reading that

- so you take it upon yourself to get the kind of attention you’re craving from your boyfriend

kenma doesn’t really get flustered too often. but when he does, oh anyone in a ten mile radius can tell. the first time you saw him really get flustered was when he gave you his hoodie while you were out on a date. it had gotten colder than you expected so he gave you his jacket to keep you warm, and as soon as you put it on, the boy went red. he couldn’t even form coherent sentences at first and you thought it was the most hilariously adorable thing ever. ever since that day, you’ve worn his clothes whenever you wanted his attention; hoodies, sweatshirts, t-shirts, you name it. today is one of those days. kenma has been gaming all day in some sort of tournament and you’re beginning to get frustrated because of how badly you’re craving his touch, so you pull out the big guns. you put on one of his favorite hoodies, one that you’ve never worn before, and head into his gaming room. he’s sitting is his gaming chair deep in concentration, shooting at someone and talking to who you assume is kuroo on his headset. he doesn’t even notice you at first until you come sit in his lap, your legs resting on either side of his as you lay your head on his shoulder. 

“hi kitten.” he whispers away from his mic before placing a gentle kiss on your lips and you hum in response. you played with the hair at the nape of his neck for a little bit before your overwhelming feeling of neediness comes back. you lift your head from kenma’s shoulder, now somewhat blocking his view of his computer screen.

‘i want to feel you inside me’ you mouth to him. he hadn’t even realized what you were wearing until right then, and his cheeks blush bright red. he places a finger under your chin and uses it to pull you in for a kiss. “go for it.” he whispers to you as he pulls away, reverting his attention back to his game that he had forgotten about for a quick second. you easily slip his member out of the sweats he’s wearing and give it a few strokes to get him hard. you were wearing absolutely nothing under his hoodie in hopes that this would be the outcome, and when he notices that as he glances from you back to his computer screen every so often, he mumbles 

“dirty little kitten, this is exactly what you wanted hm?” 

“mhmm” you respond and he smiles.

you continue what you’re doing and position kenma’s tip at your hole before slowly sinking down on it. your breath hitches at the feeling of being filled up, while kenma clenches his eyes shut and bites his lip in order to hold back his moans. once he’s fully inside you, you lay your head on his shoulder again and just stay there.

“hm, that’s it? you just wanna cockwarm me?” kenma asks curiously. 

“mhmm. just wanted to feel you inside me, that’s it.” you say sleepily, slowly drifting as you shut your eyes. 

kenma can’t help but smile, “you’re adorable.” he says before planting a kiss on your cheek. you smile a small smile in return before dozing off on kenma’s shoulder, him still buried deep inside you. 

every so often you would move around in your sleep and kenma would have to bite his lip to hold back a moan so the friends he was playing with wouldn’t hear, but it was worth the risk because he loves just being this close to you, and you do too.

sugawara

- suga’s high sex drive really surprised you when you two first started dating

- his kinkiness surprised you too

- you thought he would always be very gentle and vanilla

- but you were very mistaken

- not that you’re complaining though

- he’s always open to trying new things

- so when you bring up the topic of cockwarming, he’s intrigued

“is that something you wanna try bunny?” he asks after you finish explaining to him what exactly cockwarming is.

“we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i just think it’d be interesting to try.” you shrug

“i agree.” he says, before leaning over to start kissing your neck. that’s your weak spot, so you take this as suga saying he wants to try right now. the two of you are currently on the couch, in the middle of watching a romcom but clearly that romcom has been forgotten as suga continues to make little love bites on your neck. you lift his chin to kiss him because you know if you don’t stop him now, he’ll cover your whole body in hickies. the kiss is soft, but passionate and you can feel yourself quite literally melting into it. somehow you end up straddling suga, still lost in the kiss. you suddenly notice a pair of familiar fingers making their way down to your most sensitive area. he teases you, rubbing his fingers over your pajama shorts, knowing you’re getting needy because of the way you’re starting to softly moan into his mouth. he takes this as a sign of you wanting more and breaks away from the kiss so he can take off your shorts and your underwear, with a little bit of help from you. once your bottom half is completely naked, he grins and begins kissing you again. the sensation of your bare core against suga’s sweatpants was teasing you, so you began moving your hips to get some friction. suga moans a little at your sudden movements and you can feel him getting harder. he pushes you up off of him slightly so that he can pull his sweats down, them ending up just hanging around his ankles. now both of your bottom halves are naked, and you’re staring at each other in anticipation.

“sit on it bunny.” suga instructs and you follow his orders, sitting down on his length and feeling every inch against your walls. that feeling when he first inserts into you will never get old. 

“mm, suga.” you moan. he instinctively thrusts after hearing your pretty noises, completely forgetting what you guys were supposed to be trying.

“no, don’t move.” you laugh at him and he blushes apologetically.

“sorry, i couldn’t help it. you’re just so pretty.” he apologizes and you melt.

“it’s ok suga, you’re adorable.” you smile. “i’m gonna turn around now, but keep you inside me and we’ll finish the movie just like this, yeah?” you say.

“yeah.” he nods in agreement. without pulling suga out of you, you turn so that you’re no longer straddling him but sitting in his lap with your back facing towards him, your face now facing the tv. you guys finish the rest of the movie exactly like this, you sitting on suga’s lap with his member deep inside of you and suga occasionally thrusting up into you just to get your reaction. 

needy

warnings: fluff, suggestive content?

characters: tobio kageyama, wakatoshi ushijima, kiyoomi sakusa

request: hcs sakusa, kageyama, and ushijima being needy and clingy for the first time that makes their girlfriend confused af please thank you ❤

a/n: i’m not sure if this person wanted their request to be nsfw or not and i couldn’t ask bc their account is deleted so i just went ahead and made it kinda nsfw lol.

kageyama

- kageyama very rarely initiates anything between you two

- he just waits for you to do it because he’s a bit awkward when it comes to showing affection

-doesn’t wanna embarrass himself :(

- he’ll kiss you if he notices you peeking at his lips or giving him any other little signs

- but he won’t typically kiss you just because he wants to

- you’re usually the more needy one who starts the cuddles, and the kisses

-the sex

- he’s just inexperienced with relationships so he looks to you for help

- and you don’t mind, you think it’s kind of cute how timid he is

- so when he actually shows you affection without you inducing it

- you’re just like ???

- you good?

- but also v happy, because come on

- needy kags

you’re minding your business, relaxing on the couch after an immensely eventful day while anticipating the arrival of your boyfriend who is on his way home from volleyball practice. all you need right now is a nice, long, tight hug from him. just to bury your face in his chest and melt into his embrace and you’re mentally preparing yourself to initiate that, knowing very well that isn’t something kageyama would willingly do himself. sometimes you wish he would. you wish he would just know when you want him to be affectionate without you having to show or tell him that’s what you need. but you can’t help who he is, and you wouldn’t ever want to change him. so you’re at peace with being the initiator.

you hear the gentle clicks of kageyama’s key unlocking the front door of your guys’ apartment and feel a rush of excitement fill your chest. though you’re so worn out from your day’s activities that you don’t leave your spot on the couch to greet him, but wait for him to come to you instead. as soon as he finds you in the living room he gives you a small smile before walking towards you.

“hi babe.” you smile as he gets closer. you expect him to sit on the opposite end of the couch like he usually does, and once he did that you would crawl over and place yourself in his arms the way you had planned. though, to your utter surprise, he steps out of his shoes and squeezes onto the couch beside you. he lays a little lower along your body so that his head rests on your chest and he wraps his arms around your waist. you don’t know exactly how to react so you just stare down at him wide-eyed and inquisitive. neither you nor him say anything for a little while before kageyama finally speaks.

“i missed you a lot today for some reason. like i always miss you when i’m away from you, but i don’t know. today was different.” he admits, his arms gripping a bit tighter around your torso. what a coincidental, yet pleasing turn of events. you thought you’d be the one with your head resting on kageyama’s chest as you hold him close, but here he is turning the tables.

“is something wrong? did something happen at practice?” a sudden rush of concern fills you at your boyfriend’s unusual behavior. he looks up at you, pulling his head out from your chest carrying an unreadable expression on his face. 

“no, i just um…missed you.” he repeats. the pause in between his words lets you know there’s something more that he isn’t mentioning, and you’re determined to find out what it is.

“there’s something you’re not saying.” you frown at him and rather than responding, he moves up your body so that your faces are leveled. he looks you in the eyes before running a gentle hand through your hair and kissing you. his lips are soft, timid, just as they always are. but there’s something new behind this kiss, a sort of fervor that you’ve never quite experienced from kageyama. it throws you off, making you hot as you grow flustered. part of you wants to pull away and ask what’s going on, but the other part of you has always wanted kageyama to take the initiative like this, so you opt not to break the kiss. the kiss deepens to a point where you know there’s only one thing it can lead to, and when kageyama’s lips trail strenuously down to your neck, you pull away breathlessly with a raised eyebrow.

“tobio, what is up with you?” you ask softly.

“i told you, i missed you.”

“you’ve never missed me this much after just going to volleyball practice though.” you frown.

“no like, i reallymissed you. certain parts of you. i couldn’t stop thinking about you, especially after yesterday.” he confesses and it finally clicks. he missed feeling you. you giggle a little at your realization causing kageyama to frown at you.

“why are you laughing?” he huffs, the furrow in his brows deepening.

“all you had to say is you’re feeling needy baby.” you smile, ruffling his hair playfully.

“i’m not.” he states, averting his eyes from yours and you let out another laugh.

“yes you are. you just said you couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday? there’s one specific, not so pg, thing that happened yesterday and i’m sure that’s exactly what you were thinking of.”

kageyama goes red, and that lets you know that your assumption is correct which causes a wide smirk to form across your face.

“you want me to do it again?” you ask, seduction seeping through your words. kageyama just nods, clearly too flustered to even speak. you feel a little giddy at the thought of kageyama wanting you all day, and even now as he lays in front of you unable to conceal his desperate expression. whether he wants to admit it or not, the obvious cannot be denied. 

you slip away from kageyama, moving yourself off of the couch an onto the floor. you sit on your knees while watching kageyama reposition himself so that he’s sitting upright on the couch with you square between his legs. he looks down at you, anticipation rapidly filling his gaze as flashbacks of yesterday’s events cloud his mind. pretty images of you with his cock stuffed down your throat swarm his head and you notice movement in his lower region. his volleyball shorts have a painfully noticeable tent and you can’t help but smile to yourself at the fact that your boyfriend is already hard just from thinking about you.

“you really did miss me huh?” you tease.

“always missing you, and your pretty little mouth.”

ushijima

- it comes as no surprise that ushijima isn’t usually needy given his personality

- he loves you

- and loves your attention, your affection, your intimacy

- but it’s not something he really needs or craves 24/7

- he’s decently affectionate though

- just not ever enough to come off as needy

- always gives just enough to let you know that he loves you

- but never much more than that

- so when one day he’s a bit more touchy and lovey than usual

- more vocal than usual

- you borderline short circuit

- because what??

- where is the real ushijima and what have you done with him??

- cue extremely flustered reader

it’s a sunday morning. the sun has barely just risen from its grave of hills and you’re sound asleep with no intention of waking up anytime soon. though ushijima has other ideas in mind. he had gone to sleep a lot earlier than usual the night before due to his circadian rhythm being extremely thrown off balance. with all the traveling he does, and his late night practices and games, his sleep schedule never truly has time to adapt to any sort of pattern. so some days he’s out like a light a nine pm and others he’s wide awake until four in the morning. it’s quite an irritating series of events, but sometimes he’s grateful for it because of mornings like these. mornings where he wakes up with the sun, you still sound asleep beside him looking peaceful as the sunlight illuminates you. it’s moments like these that make ushijima realize how in love with you he truly is.

normally he wouldn’t wake you up when he wakes up before you. he would just let you sleep while he goes to the living room to watch tv, or do some laundry, work out. but today he has this urge, this funny feeling in his stomach that’s pushing him to wake you up. he just wants to talk to you. and hold you. and kiss you. normally he could wait for those things, but he feels almost as though he needs to, now.

he moves a bit closer to your sleeping form, looking you over before placing a gentle kiss to your shoulder that’s exposed from your pajama top. he trails more kisses down your forearm before making his way back up, moving his mouth a bit higher. his lips meet the skin of your neck softly as he leaves an unnecessary amount of kisses there, waking you up as you begin to notice the sensation. it takes you a few seconds to fully come to consciousness while you open your eyes, wiping any sleep that you have out of them before they focus on ushijima.

“mm, what time is it?” you groan sleepily. ushijima glances at the clock on the nightstand behind him.

“just turned six.” he answers and to that you roll your eyes.

“why are you waking me up at six in the morning toshi? i love you but i need my sleep.” you say, letting your eyes fall closed again.

“just felt the urge to.” he says softly, feeling a little guilty about waking you up. you open one eye to look at him, slightly confused by his statement.

“why?” you question.

“i don’t know. i just wanted to kiss you i think. i still do.” he admits, leaving you no time to respond before he does just what he said he wanted to. your brain physically stops working and you forget what kissing even is for a moment because you’re so in shock. not only had ushijima woken you up, something that he never does because he respects your sleep schedule and doesn’t want yours messed up like his. but he woke you up, to kiss you? you must still be dreaming right? 

his lips feel alluring against yours. his large hand has found its way to the back of your head, his other arm snaking it’s way around your waist to pull you closer. this makes the kiss feel different. more passionate, more needy. needy. that word sticks in your mind while ushijima kisses you in a way that he rarely ever does, and you suddenly have the answer to the question you were mentally asking yourself. you unintentionally smile into the kiss, causing it to fizzle to its end. ushijima pulls away and looks at you, a pink blush spread over his cheeks.

“toshi?”

“hm?”

“is this urge you mention, just your way of saying that you’re needy?” you ask, trying to hide the smile that wants to spread across your face so badly.

he takes a moment to think about it before locking eyes with you.

“yeah i guess, maybe you have a point.” he shrugs, not too fazed by the realization.

“normally i would be pissed over you waking me up at six in the morning, but since you’re never needy like this, i’ll let it slide.” you giggle and ushijima shies away from your gaze a bit, looking down at the pillow beneath him. 

“is this how you feel? like when you’re begging me to touch you? because now i understand.” he admits, letting his eyes fall back on yours. you giggle again, his question was genuine but you found the blunt nature of it humorously adorable. 

“yes exactly. is this your way of asking me to touch you toshi?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. 

“that was my goal when i kissed you, but then you stopped.” he states. 

“oh really? my apologies then.” you sit up from your spot in bed and lift yourself over ushijima so that you’re straddling his waist and notice a prominent bulge poking against the thin fabric of your pajama bottoms. you’re about to tease him for it but he speaks up before you can. 

“i want you to ride me.” he says shortly, but there’s a twinge of desperation laced in his words, almost as if a ‘please’ were meant to be placed at the end, that makes your core pulse.

you don’t respond verbally, but you do in fact respond with actions.  

sakusa

- it’s not that sakusa has never been needy for you

- his germaphobia just gets in the way of allowing him to show it

- there’s been plenty of times where he’s wanted to be more affectionate towards you

- or where he’s noticed you want him to be more intimate

- but sometimes it’s really difficult to push past the idea of spreading germs 

- though as his feelings grow stronger for you he tends to forget about germs quite often

- an ‘idc about germs, i just want you’ type beat

- the first time this happens you are so completely confused though

- especially given the circumstances

- you almost can’t even enjoy your boyfriend’s newfound affection at first because you’re so concerned 

- then you realize what’s up and you’re like

- sakusa forgetting about germs because he wants you so bad?

- so cute

you were out of town for two weeks with some friends on a trip you had planned forever ago. the trip was planned long before you or any of your friends had gotten significant others, but you guys figured you’d keep the plan the same as it was initially intended. meaning that sakusa didn’t get to come along with you. he was fine with this at first, agreeing that it’s healthy for couples to have some time away from each other to hang out with friends. but after the first four days he was already over it and wanted you back home. the remainder of your trip was fun for you, but not such a great time for sakusa. he never knew he could physically miss a person that much until now, so the day you told him you were on your way back may as well have been christmas for him with how excited he was. 

you arrive at your apartment, duffle bag in hand and the moment you open the door, you’re startled by the presence of your boyfriend not so patiently awaiting you. you set your bag down and flash him a bright smile as he moves closer to you. 

“you’re finally back.” he says pulling you into a warm hug. his hold on you is firm and protective, and you know he’s telling you he missed you even if he’s not actually saying it. 

“it was only two weeks silly.” you chuckle into his chest.

“two weeks too long.” he mumbles into the kiss he’s placing on the top of your head. you’re taking a moment to appreciate this nice moment before realization suddenly hits. 

“wait! kiyoomi, you’re hugging me?” you point out, disconnecting yourself from him.

“yeah? so?” he asks, confused by your confusion only making you even more confused because, what?

“you’re not grossed out? you don’t even know if i’m clean. i was just on a plane.” you frown. sakusa has never heard so much concern come from you at one time and now he understands your questioning. 

“don’t bring it up, i wasn’t even thinking about that.” he cringes a bit now that it’s been brought to his attention. he grabs your wrists and brings you closer so that you’re inches away from touching. 

“i was only thinking about you. i missed you more than i thought i would. missed holding you.” he confesses before pulling you into a hug again and your heart literally dissolves. never would you ever have imagined this to happen with sakusa, but you’re not complaining. not in the slightest. you wrap your arms around his torso and look up at him, your chin gently pressing into his chest as you do so. 

“so this doesn’t bother you?” you ask, still worried about him nonetheless. 

“oh it does. a lot. but the germs are worth it for you.” he says, granting you a sweet smile. he takes your chin between his thumb an pointer finger before planting a tender kiss to your lips. you soak in the cute gesture, kissing him back a bit more roughly in an attempt to milk this moment for all that you can get, highly aware that this isn’t something that is gonna happen very often, if ever again. but sakusa pulls away a bit, though still holding you close to him.

“maybe we can continue this in the shower?” he suggests. 

to any other person, their boyfriend saying these words to them would be an immediate inclination that they’re in the mood for something more risqué. but with sakusa you know that, even though he is a lot more touchy today, he’s suggesting it because he’s beginning to feel uncomfortable and you completely understand. 

“i’m down for that.” you smile and let sakusa lead the way to your guys’ bathroom. 

what you were expecting to be an innocent shower to cleanse you of your germs, ended up being a shower in which you had to clean off an entirely separate mess instead.

warnings: reader comes from an abusive household. will include both physical and verbal abuse.

characters: tadashi yamaguchi, satori tendou, tobio kageyama, tetsuro kuroo

request: hii!! can i request scenarios with yamaguchi, tendou, kageyama, kuroo (and maybe akaashi ) with a crush on a girl who comes from an abusive household and how they would confess/help her? thank you sm

an: i’ve been writing so much smut lately that writing fluff felt weird bahaha, but i hope you enjoy it! :)

yamaguchi

- there has been a dramatic shift in your personality since tadashi first met you

- and he notices it instantly

- though you pretend to be, you’re no longer the cheerful and bubbly y/n you once were

- and yamaguchi hates seeing you this way 

- so he debates whether he should bring it up for a long while, not knowing exactly what to say

- but when you show up to his house one day, shaking harshly with tears pooling down your face

- he knows something’s terribly wrong

“hi y/n.” tadashi says with a big grin as finally he opens his front door after hearing his doorbell ring a couple times. that smile quickly drops and forms into an expression rich with concern. his eyebrows furrow and his eyes widen as he takes in your appearance. you’re shaking violently and breathing heavily. your eyes are bloodshot from all of the tears that are quickly rushing down your face, dripping silently onto the concrete of yamaguchi’s front step as you avoid eye contact with him. you’re not quite sure why, but you’re embarrassed about crying in front of him. so your eyes stay locked on the bland grey of the concrete ground beneath you as you wait for tadashi to say something. 

“c-come in. it’s super cold, you can tell me what’s wrong inside.” he says sweetly, reaching out a hand for you to grab. he leads you into the kitchen, watching as you take a seat on the counter. then he grabs a kettle from the stove, pouring you a cup of tea with the water he was boiling before you had shown up on his doorstep. you two remain silent as he does so, neither of you being quite sure of what to say in this moment. so you let the stale silence consume you, only the delicate sounds of yamaguchi pouring the cups of tea filling your ears. once he’s done preparing your tea the way he knows you like it, he walks over to your spot on the counter and hands you the mug.

“careful, it’s really hot.” he informs and you smile softly at his concern. you take a small sip of the tea after blowing it to cool it a bit, sighing at how warm it makes you feel. tadashi always makes it so perfectly for you and you can’t help but feel extremely safe in this moment as he stands next to you silently, though his eyes are asking for an explanation. 

“my mom yelled at me again, but it was worse this time.” you sigh, tears starting to sting your eyes again at the recollection of your previous screaming match with your mother. 

“about what this time?” yamaguchi asks, locking his eyes with yours. his demeanor is soft but his gaze is harsh and you can tell he’s upset that this is happening again. 

“all i did is forget to wash the dishes and it led to her screaming at me that i’m a lazy, good for nothing piece of shit who leeches off of her for food and shelter. basically the usual spiel of how i’m useless and just take up space. how she wishes she never had me because then she’d have one less problem to worry about.” you explain, attempting to choke back the sob forming in your throat. you don’t notice since your eyes are focused on the mug in your hands, but yamaguchi’s own orbs are brimmed with tears. he sets his mug down on the counter beside you and moves between your legs so that he could be as close to you as possible.

“hey, look at me.” he says, but you refuse. you hate having him see you like this. it’s only happened once before and you swore it wouldn’t happen again but here you are, sitting on his kitchen counter while forcing yourself not to break down in front of him. after you disregard his request, he takes matters into his own hands. 

he cups the sides of your face timidly with both of his hands, them still being warm from holding his mug. he lifts your head so that your eyes meet his and you feel your heart flutter a bit. you notice the tears that have yet to leave his eyes, resting there but threatening to spill over at any second. instinctively, you reach up to wipe the tears away as you see them finally fall and he smiles a weak smile at you.

“you’re not useless y/n.” he starts “you are so, so special whether your mom sees that or not. i truly hate that she doesn’t. because if she could even just see a fraction of the most mesmerizing sides of you that i get to see everyday, maybe she would change. or maybe she wouldn’t. despite what she thinks, i know how genuine and kind you are. i know how beautiful and selfless you are. you’re far from good for nothing, i hope you know that. and if you don’t, i’m more than willing to help you realize just how incredible you really are, because i love you. i love you a lot y/n, and i hate seeing you so upset. so i’ll do whatever i can to make it better. i promise.” yamaguchi confesses. tears are streaming down both of your faces at this point. this is everything you need to hear right now and then some, and you feel completely at ease with yamaguchi’s words.

“i love you too tadashi, thank you so much. god, i love you.” you coo before lightly grasping the back of his head and pulling him down for a kiss. your action catches him off guard at first, so he’s a bit timid in terms of kissing you back, but after a few seconds he catches the rhythm and kisses you softly.

“you can stay here if you want, for as long as you need.” he offers, giving you a shy smile.

“i’d love that.” you smile back. 

tendou

- you and tendou have a very playful friendship

- always play fighting or teasing each other and whatnot

- the typical ‘we like each other and everyone around us knows we like each other but we’re completely oblivious so we don’t know we like each other’ type friendship 

- one day the two of you are at tendou’s house at the kitchen table “studying” (which really means “fighting”) as per usual

- tendou playfully hits you very lightly, not even a toddler would have been fazed by the slight shove

- but you wince roughly at the touch

- and tendou gets suspicious

“i barely even touched you, what’s up?” tendou asks for what seems to you like the billionth time. 

“it’s nothing, i was messing around. just drop it.” you huff, growing annoyed at tendou’s persistence in finding out what the issue is.

“the look on your face was clearly not a joke y/n, tell me why it hurt so bad? what aren’t you telling me?” tendou pushes and you’ve just about reached your limit.

“i said it’s nothing so just please stop fucking asking, ok?” you snap, though in the process you lift your arms to cover your face in aggravation. the motion raises your shirt a bit, allowing tendou to catch a glimpse of the huge dark purple bruise spread across your ribs.

“y/n. what the hell happened? that looks terrible.” tendou whispers, the shock of what he has just seen revoking his ability to speak out loud. you catch his gaze locked on your stomach and quickly remove your hands from your face, not even realizing that the movement had lifted your shirt. your face flushes to a sickly shade, all life leaving your body as you realize you can’t lie your way out of this anymore. you have never in your life had someone look at you with as much concern as tendou is now looking at you with, his eyes scanning your face dumbfoundedly as he anticipates your answer to his question. you sigh heavily, mentally preparing yourself for the draining information you’re about to tell.

“well um. i got into a disagreement with my dad.” is all you can manage to get out. you planned on explaining more, but just bringing it up makes your stomach curdle with fear and you feel as though you’re about to vomit. tendou notices and rests a comforting hand on your thigh, rubbing it in small gentle motions.

“he hit you?” tendou asks softly, trying to better grasp the situation.

“well he was drunk and i had an attitude with him, so he got a little worked up and ended up pushing me over. i fell and hit my side on the kitchen table on my way down. but it was just an accident, it’s ok. i made him upset and he pushed me. i just lost my balance is all. it’s not his fault.” you find yourself trying to defend your father and you don’t even know why. you know him pushing you wasn’t an accident. you falling and hitting the table was, but that doesn’t diminish the fact that your father just grunted at you as he watched you sob on the floor in agonizing pain before going back to his previous spot on the couch and finishing off his glass of whiskey. but you don’t want to tell tendou that. 

“y/n no, that’s not ok.” tendou’s voice breaks and your heart breaks with it. “accident or not, no man should be putting their hands on you like that. better yet, your own father. is this the first time he’s done something like this?” tendou asks, attempting to keep his voice steady but failing.

you shake your head no and tendou sighs, shaking his head in dismay. 

“i need to get you out of that house y/n. i’ll figure something out.”

“no satori, it’s fine. i’m fine. i can hold my own.” you argue.

“i’m not denying that you can, but i’d feel like the most terrible human being on earth if i let you go back there and something else ends up happening to you. so you’re staying here. my parents and i will figure out a way to take care of any legal actions that need to be made, but until then you are staying here and i will not let you argue with that.” tendou states firmly. although his words are firm, you can see in his eyes that he’s hurting for you. you couldn’t argue with him even if you wanted and luckily, you don’t want to. 

“thank you tendou, that means more to me than you’ll ever know.” you say.

“you don’t need to thank me, i care about you too much to see you get hurt. i want you right here with me so i can know you’re ok.” he says, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. you melt at his sweet gesture, and suddenly feel like everything will actually be ok. 

kageyama

- kageyama is very attentive and tends to notice things about you that the typical outside viewer wouldn’t pick up on

- like the way you’ve been spacing out whenever he speaks to you

- or the way you flinch whenever someone slightly raises their voice around you

- the way your eyes look tired and lifeless lately, despite the huge smile you may be carrying on your face

- he has a hunch that he knows what’s going on, so he pulls you aside after his practice that you sat and watched while doing homework to talk 

“hey y/n, can i talk to you for a second?” kageyama asks as he walks to your spot in the stands. you frown up at him, not really sure what he would want to talk about, but you shrug with a quick ‘sure’ and let him lead you behind the gym. you frown again because this is where he takes you whenever he has something serious to tell you, or when either of you are having a really bad day and need to express your emotions in private.

“what’s up?” you ask curiously, searching his eyes for any sort of hint of what he’s about to say.

“that’s sort of what i want to ask you. what’s up with you lately? i mean, you’ve been pretty good at hiding it, but i can tell something’s going on with you and it’s not good. i just wanna make sure you’re ok.” he says softly. you contemplate telling him what’s been going on at home, his gentle expression seems so caring and genuine. it’s difficult for you not to just open up to him and let him in. but you’re scared of what he might think or how he may react, so you bow your head down to avoid eye contact and mutter,

“it’s nothing really. school has just been a bit stressful is all.”

“you’re lying.”

“what?” you ask, lifting your head to meet his gaze once more. to you, your performance was believable. but kageyama’s been your best friend for the past two years now so he’s become somewhat of a master in knowing whether you’re being honest with him or not.

“you’re lying. what’s really going on?” he asks. he’s looking down at you with his deep blue eyes drowning in concern. you can tell he won’t let you leave without hearing the genuine truth, so you decide it’s for the best not to lie anymore.

“my mom hit me the other day and we haven’t really talked since.” you explain sadly, tilting your head down again. kageyama sighs at your confession because his hunch is correct, and he hates that it is. “we were arguing as usual, but this time she umm, she got a bit too carried away.” you continue. kageyama physically feels his heart break for you. he’s always known how terrible your relationship with your mother was from his first few weeks of knowing you. you would constantly tell him all the awful words she spewed at you in the heat of your arguments, and he was always there to comfort and reassure you afterwards. but it was always verbal, never physical so he wasn’t quite sure if him stepping in to try and help would do any good or just make matters worse. but hearing that it’s now escalated to physical harm makes his stomach ache.

“i’m so sorry y/n, i should’ve helped when i first heard about how she was speaking to you. that should’ve been my first sign that something like this would happen. i feel terrible for not doing anything.” he let’s out, his head now bowing along with yours.

“hey.” you say in an almost whisper, lifting his head up by placing your finger underneath his chin. his tear glistened eyes meet yours and you can feel the guilt radiating from his body which makes your heart shatter. “none of this is any of your fault. you did help me, ok? you’re the only person i’ve ever even told any of this to and you have always been there to comfort me when i do. you’ll never realize how much that means to me tobio. i appreciate you so much.” you explain.

his eyes jump back and forth between yours as he absorbs everything you just said. then his eyes glance down to your lips and linger there for a moment. yours do the same to his, both of you mentally questioning whether or not you should just go for it. eventually the pressure of the moment pushes you two together and your lips graze tenderly. kageyama’s hands find their place on your hips as your arms wrap behind his neck instinctively. the kiss is sweet and filled with so many emotions. most importantly, it’s filled with love. a kiss that you both have been craving for so long yet never had the guts to pursue. and finally, you’re able to give in. after a few moments you pull away, flushed and flustered a bit yet completely content.

“you can stay at my place tonight. we can figure out how everything will play out once we get there.” kageyama says as more of a question than a statement. you just smile and kiss him again in response.

you’re slightly worried about what the future holds, but having kageyama by your side will forever ease your nerves.

kuroo

- though kuroo can be a bit of a tease sometimes, he’s also immensely caring for those that he loves

- you being one of the people that he loves beyond words

-though he hasn’t confessed it yet

- means he’s very protective of you and would do anything to keep you from getting hurt 

- he’s always been your rock, and you his 

- so when he finds out that your parents have been emotionally damaging you

- he gets fairly upset

“jesus, i look so disgusting.” you say in what you think is a joking manner while looking at yourself in kuroo’s closet mirror. but the way kuroo’s head snaps up from his phone to give you a glare, you can tell he didn’t take it as a joke. 

“why are you always talking about yourself like that?” he frowns.

“like what?” you respond dumbly, knowing exactly what he means but really not wanting to embark on your trauma right now.

“you’re always referring to yourself as if you’re the grossest thing in existence and it hurts me to hear you say those things. is there a reason why you feel like that?” he asks, sitting up straighter on the bed to get a better view of you in the mirror. you sigh and turn to face him, walking over to his bed and sitting on the edge of it. 

“yeah, i guess there is a reason.” you admit, looking down at your hands as you fidget with them.

“well, what’s the reason?” kuroo asks. you look up at him nervously. you told yourself that this is something you would always keep to yourself because you don’t want to bombard others with your issues. but there’s something about kuroo that makes it immensely difficult not to just tell him everything. maybe it’s the way he fully listens to you whenever you have something to say. it’s like nothing and no one else around him matters but you and whatever you have to tell him. he always makes you feel heard and validated. important. something you never get at home. 

“it’s just my parents i guess. no matter what i do, i’m never good enough for them. i’m always trying so hard to impress them, make them happy. but all i get in return is being yelled at and told how much of a disappointment i am. do you know how hard that is? being the best version of yourself that you can possibly be and still not being enough for the people who are supposed to love you unconditionally? it hurts so bad kuroo, and it makes me feel like i’m nothing. so that’s why i’m always talking about myself like that. because it’s how i see myself, as nothing.” you tear up. hot tears begin rolling down your face uncontrollably as soft sobs leave your body. kuroo completely softens at your words, moving closer to you so he can wipe your tears with the pad of his thumb. he pulls you closer to him, your head tucked into his chest while his large arms suffocate you in his warm embrace. 

“i’m so sorry y/n. words can be so damaging, especially coming from your own parents and i really wish you didn’t have to go through that. because now you don’t even see yourself the way you should see yourself. the way i see you.” kuroo says, trailing off a bit on the last line. “i think you are the most captivating person i have ever met and probably ever will meet. every time i’m around you i just can’t help but feel this sharp pang in my heart which i can only assume is love. because i feel it when you’re gone too. you’re unbelievably amazing y/n, and insanely beautiful too. please don’t let your parents destroy that for you, although i don’t think they ever could.” kuroo finishes. 

you lift your head from his chest and look into kuroo’s kind hazel eyes as he looks back at you, flashing a small smile. 

“that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me tetsu.” you smile “and i love you too.” you finish causing kuroo to immediately go red. he was somewhat hoping you would have forgotten or missed his accidental love bomb, but how could you? you’ve been waiting to say the words yourself for who knows how long, so your heart almost couldn’t take it when it slipped from kuroo’s lips. 

“thank god.” kuroo laughs lightly, “now what are we gonna do about your parents?” 

“completely forget about them?” you joke, though in the back of your mind you’re somewhat serious. 

“i was thinking confront them and put them in their place, but that works too.” kuroo chuckles before lightly grasping your chin and kissing you. you’ve never felt happier nor safer than you do in this exact moment. 

yama and his b*tch*s

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[ — ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ] [ — ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ]

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— headcanons:

nothing yet…

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— headcanons:

nothing yet…

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nothing yet…

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— headcanons:

nothing yet…

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nothing yet…

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nothing yet…

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nothing yet…

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nothing yet…

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nothing yet…

which hq characters would collect fruit stickers?

:: no warnings!

— kageyama, asahi, shoyo, natsu, yamaguchi, tsukishima (roped in by yamaguchi), yachi, takeda

— lev, fukunaga, akane, taketora (the yamamoto sibs bond over this), watari, kunimi (started doing so bc he was bored)

— moniwa, aone, koganegawa

— bokuto, akaashi (yall can guess how)

— tendou, goshiki, shirabu (shh),

— terushima (i don’t make the rules), all of johzenji actually (i hc they contribute to the collective sticker collection started by terushima)

— kita, atsumu (osamu wonders why there are so many of them on their fridge)

— hoshiumi, komori

notes: i wanted to write something slightly longer with a short matching scenario, but i’m not satisfied with it yet so i’ll give this for now ,,, still has something to do with fruit stickers tho! we were eating oranges as an after-lunch and i found the sticker cool so i stuck it at the back of my journal <33 hope yall are having a good day/night/wutvr so far!!

>> all words by aero 2021. pls do not plagiarize and repost w/o permission //

This is the winner of my poll about which story I should finish and so this is absolute fluff how some of the Haikyuu boys are while sleeping

No warnings

You can request Headcanons here

Masterlist

Kozume Kenma

• He loves to be so warm when he’s asleep
• Sleeps with 2-3 fleece blankets each night
• Add you in the mix, it’s only 1 or 2 depending on how you sleep
• He mumbles in his sleep
• Sometimes it’s coherent words and sometimes their too muffled too hea
• If you don’t fall asleep cuddling you wake up cuddling because one of you moved to the other in your sleep
• You’re the only reason he gets more sleep than he used to
• He doesn’t like it when your not beside him

Hinata Shouyou

• He loves cuddling but he gets too warm in his sleep and kicks off all of the blankets
• Which results in you cuddling into him to stay warm instead of the blankets
• He lightly snores and kicks in his sleep, he also drools in his sleep
• He is a pretty sound sleeper unless there is a loud alarm blaring which he uses for school and practice

Kageyama Tobio

• He has no idea how to cuddle
• He loves it once he learns and tries it
• Kageyama sleeps like a log
• He full on has arguments in his sleep 
• He also frowns when he’s asleep

Tsukishima Kei

• Tsukki has full on conversations with himself in his sleep
• Smiles in his sleep
• Acts like he doesn’t like to cuddle with you but he secretly likes it but only if no one can’t accidentally see the two of you like that 

Nishinoya Yuu

• Noya loves cuddling but he is so restless so he can only cuddle very loosely
• He sleep walks sometimes
• Rolls back and forth in his sleep and kicks if he doesn’t have you on his chest
• He only moves in his sleep when he’s not holding you in his arms
• He is a very light sleeper so if you move in your sleep sometimes you’ll wake him up and he’ll just pull you close and not let you move anymore

Yamaguchi Tadashi

• This boy is the CEO of sleep mumbling
• He mumbles so often in his sleep that you have woken him up too many times by accident thinking that he was talking to you when really he was just mumbling about something or more than once mentioning Tsukki with a freaking mullet and dancing to 80’s music, while dressed as Marty Mcfly and the Delorean
• You asked him about that dream and he only brushes it off with a chuckle because obviously it was one odd dream about Tsukki and The Delorean
• He gives amazing cuddles in the morning and before bed
• Talking about nonsense before bed
• He smiles in his sleep when cuddling you and when he’s silent

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: too tired to write anymore. Hope you like it!

Word count: 653

Kageyama Tobio: 

• “Don’t touch me.”
• “I said don’t fucking touch me. I’m not sick.”
• Absolutely tries to bury you six feet under with his glare anytime you come close with the cold cloth
• Is the type to wrap up in blankets when and only when others aren’t around
• Instantly tears them off the second you come back into the room and severely regrets this afterwards
• Never, and I mean never, lets you feed him. Sorry.

• Medicine is the one thing he’s willing to depend on you for, and because he’s such a pain in the ass when he’s sick, you make the best of it–
• By proceeding to buy the most disgusting-flavored liquid medicine and turning a blind eye toward the pills he’d specifically requested. 
• “They were out.” “How could they have run out? It’s literally just-” “Shut up, I said they ran out.”
• Tries to hide his gag when he chokes down the medicine. 
• A few hours later he’s so delirious from the medicine and the fever that he finally lets you baby him a little bit. You bury him in a mountain of blankets, press a cold cloth to his forehead, and kiss his cheek. 
• “Cuddle me,” he murmurs, cheeks flushed and eyes half-lidded. 
• He’snevergonnarememberthissofuckinggetitwhileyoucan you do as he asks
• Next day he wakes up feeling better than ever, but you’ve started sniffling and coughing. 
• “I told you not to touch me, dumbass.”
• He takes care of you too.

Tendou Satori:

• The sweetest, most obedient person you’ve ever seen. An absolute doll.
• Just. Fucking. Kidding. 
• “YN, get me this.”
• “YN, get me that.”
• The ultimate whining brat. 
• I’m talking never shuts up, even when he’s ready to be knocked out on cold medicine. 
• Will literally stop in the middle of a coughing fit to beg you for something. 
• The king of “but I’m sick”
• At first you were really worried, wanting to help him get over the cold so he wouldn’t have to miss his next game. 
• Now you’re wondering whether or not to just drive home and block his number for the next few days. 
• Even when you go home for the night he texts you, asking for something or other. He wants you to buy him snacks or make him food or grab him a glass of water even though you’re not at his house. 
• Let’s be honest, he’s absolutely thriving under your attention. He grabs your hand as you walk past his reclined position on the couch and drags you down next to him, muttering something about how scalp massages are supposed to help cure colds while he pulls your hand to his hair.
• Won’t eat anything unless you’re feeding it to him. 
• His inner five-year-old is finally coming out and you think he’s not gonna ask you to tuck him in? smh where have you even been this entire time
• Finally, the charade ends when you burn your hand making him hot soup. 
• The scalding liquid splashes up onto the back of your hand and the second you cry out Tendou is up and on his feet, sprinting into the kitchen and practically tripping over his own long legs as he slides to a stop in front of you. 
• Assessing your furrowed brows and the way you cradle your hand, he grabs the cold cloth still stuck to his head before coaxing your hand away from your chest. He clicks his tongue as he wraps the wet fabric around your palm, running a thumb along your knuckles before raising his eyes to meet yours. 
• “Better?” he whispers, pressing his lips to the backs of your fingers. 
• “Much,” you smile, “but I don’t think I’m gonna be able to take care of you anymore.”
• “Ahh, well then what’s the point of putting my thermometer under hot water anymore?”
• “What?!”