ïč đ ïčreno ichikawa x f!reader âžâž yearning, flirting and puppy love?? reno is a dedicated man đ€·ââïž (potentially ooc, not proofread)
forewarning âââ reader is lowkey cold bcs she has problems w showing emotions, and she's also a little in denial of someone actually falling for her. mentions towards the death of a family member. be warned, reckless and suicidal tendencies in the readerâs behavior. for the sake of the story, reader is described as athletic/built. btw im lowk inexperienced when writing yearning ;( also i was listening to âmy way of lifeâ by frank sinatra while writing this, highly recommend u do that too (honestly this is so old, i finished it months ago and just found it again, thinking of a part 2 tho)
disclaimer âââ this fanfic is for entertainment purposes only. the use of this text for ai model training, data mining, commercial purposes or any automated reproduction is strictly prohibited without my (the author's) explicit consent. translating or reposting to other platforms is also strictly forbidden without my permission.
You werenât scared.
How could you be, when Kaijus have become a common sight for you? Not because you were a JAKDF officer, not yet, but because you learned to analyze and move instead of staying stuck with one problem.
Many people thought that ignoring a botheration would make it disappear. That the less you acknowledged it, the more it would cower into nothingness.
You learned very early on that it was never that easy. So, you trained. Because lying in wait wouldnât bring back your sister from her grave. But neither would fighting, you knew.
The closer you got to death, the closer you got to her.
Thatâs why you threw yourself into battle, eyes focused front with your heart pounding in your chest.
The suit fit like a second skin, your finger resting on the trigger of the gun. It was an unfamiliar weight that you welcomed, even if this was just an exam and your acceptance into the force wasnât confirmed. You would keep trying until you couldnât.
Reno Ichikawa, on the other hand, was dumbfounded. He couldnât understand your disregard for your own safety. That confusion sprouted from you jumping into the mouth of Kaiju after pushing him out of the way.
He stood to close, still nervous in the first moments of the exam, eyes darting left and right with hand shaking.
A shadow threw over his figure, the sunlight outlining a Yoju. Then, a push. A call. âMove!â
His back met the floor, and the last thing he saw was you, one of your feet slotted between the teeth and muscle of the creature as you pushed yourself forward.
Its mouth closed around you. A deafening silence surrounded the area, the smell of fresh blood and steel still occupying every corner you walked. All of a sudden, a voice. Muffled, but loud enough to be heard from inside the Yoju. Unleashed power: 40%
A ringing filled the quiet, organs flying like a wave. It rained purple, the iron smell of the flesh becoming clear and nauseating.
You stood, unbound and unaffected by what you had just done, weapon strapped to you and the thin pin of a grenade stuck between two of your fingers.
In that moment, he had believed you were born to fight. Born to protect. And so much further than him.
Your head turned to the side, eyes not betraying your appearance. Sharp and calculating. âKeep moving, Ichikawa. Thereâs no use for people who freeze.â
It was harsh, but true. He couldnât afford to fail this and lose his opportunity.
When he found out you were accepted, something in him was proud.
It didnât surprise him that you were, with the stunt that you pulled off and survived. But what he did notice was you pulling away.
Straying away from crowds, avoiding conversations and training alone. You were closed off, never entering the space of another and never letting someone do the same to you.
He took it as his chance to approach you.
Your chest heaved, sweat dripping down the side of your face as you stopped in your tracks, taking the moment to breathe.
Your palms settled on your knees, spine arched in as your sight began to blur. From exhaustion or the sweat dropping into your eyes, you couldnât tell. You always pushed too far when your head was too loud.
âHere,â a shadow fell over you from your left, a water bottle entering your vision as you felt your throat dry.
Your hands clenched, eyebrows furrowing as you tilted your head up, (e/c) hues meeting a soft purple-lavender wrapped in sunlight. The boy you pushed, you remember. âNo offense, but you look like you could use it.â
Pushing yourself to stand straight again you accepted the bottle, twisting the cap open and taking multiple gulps. He took the soundless space as his shot to speak. âI wanted to thank you for saving me back then.â
You only hummed in response, glancing at him as you drank. Wiping the dampness from your forehead you scanned him from head to toe, studying him. Awkward silence wove between you, your heavy breaths becoming a quieting sensation.
âUm,â he sweat-dropped, âI know itâs not my place to ask, but why do you never hang out with the other girls or generally anyone?â
You paused at his question. If I get close again, theyâll die, you wanted to say. I carry so much bad luck with me. But you couldnât bring yourself to. âItâs not your place to ask.â Had you always been so mean?
Of course not. When Emiko was alive, you made sure to share whatever you had with her. A flower crown, your lunch, a camera. She tethered you to this world until fate decided youâve become too dependent.
He gulped, nodding hastily. âOf course. I just think none of us are necessarily bad, if thatâs what youâre scared of. Iâm sure Kafka and and Kikoru wouldnât mind if you joined us for dinner at a ramen shop tonight? Only if you want to though!â
Your eyes didnât stray from his own, the water he offered now resting lazily in your hold, reminding you of the situation. He was trying. Out of all the other in-training-officers, he was the only one to attempt and become closer with you.
What if you hadnât saved him? He wouldâve failed the exam. He couldâve died. But you didnât let that happen. Even if you hadnât, would he still have approached you like he did now?
Emiko wouldâve liked him.
âFine,â you broke your thoughts with verbal response, screwing the drink shut and brushing past him. âBut I donât plan to stay for long.â
You didnât linger long enough to hear his answer, continuing your jog.
Showering beforehand, you threw on casual clothes, baggy jeans and a shirt, before stepping out of your dorm, coming face-to-face with Kikoru Shinomiya.
Awkward silence followed. Again.
You were well aware of her heritage and skill, far above any trainee. By calculation, youâre certain she would leave her mark on the world. You didnât bother to understand what you appeared like in the eyes of others, but you knew too you werenât far behind her.
âYou finally look normal for once,â you tilted your head at her words, pocketing your phone and wallet. âNormal?â
âYeah,â she hummed, beginning to walk after you closed your door. âYou always just look tense in that suit. If you werenât as talented as you are, I wouldâve told you straight up that it isnât made for you.â
The rumors do her justice then. Bold and straightforward, confident in her skill, but even she sometimes pushes her limits too far.
âSo, was that an insult or?â Your words trailed off, walking side by side with her. âBack-handed compliment.â
You recognized it. The layer of protection that she coated over herself like a silk cloak that bore her name, the refusal to let others see that she cares deeply. It felt like looking in a mirror.
Dinner felt loose with the three of them. Not the kind that had you hanging on for more, but the kind that had you realize the moment youâre in. Sitting bathed in the gentle orange hue of the ceiling lamps, laughter soft with the air light, yet full of conversations that seemed endless.
You found yourself smiling again, glancing down at your bowl of ramen with something akin to reminiscence. This is what authors wrote about when hearing friendship, the moment people thought about when meeting their friends, the memories elders look back at when storytelling.
There was a nudge at your right side, soft and reminding, but not with force. Renoâs eyes met your own before they fell onto your lips, âAre you alright?â
Your ears drowned out Kafka and Kikoru as they argued, may that have been about battle strategy or personal vendettas they had grown for another, your focus shifted.
It was a simple question, not intruding or trying to make sense of your emotion with knowledge. Simply asking. And your eyes softened. âNever better.â
From then on, Renoâs presence seemed to haunt your own, a quiet shadow that became light in your routines. You would encounter him in the halls, training area and outside the building. Though your meetings were always inevitable.
He never intruded, never came to close and never forced words out of you, he simply stayed in the silence you excused as acquaintance.
You learned his shape and he learned your silence. You read his body language, calculating his thoughts while he waited for your words, observing you. He became a constant.
You shared hollow pants in a room full of gear, you advising and guiding him to find his own fighting style. When you suggested he changed his bullets to a different material, a crystal blue of ice, he mocked you with a grin. âI thought there was no use for people who freeze.â
âDangerous game youâre playing.â You retorted.
âThen stop losing.â
You stood up from where you sat on the floor, feet padding lightly as you made your way to stand and stop in front of him, your breath mixing with his. His eyes were still annoyingly beautiful, unwavering. âI donât lose.â
He smiled, the corners of his mouth crinkling slightly, âI know.â
synopsis:Â thereâs a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed âfuckableâ with theories as to what theyâd be like in bed. itâs all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.Â
pairing:Â various x gn!reader [ osamu, sakusa ]
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, MDI. literally canât be bothered to think of anything else, but feel free to let me know lol
notes: sooo i lied <333 iâve decided to give suna his own chapter later on (srry suna lovers !!!!) i just wasnât satisfied with how his was turning out, and it was the only roadblock delaying my progress soooo figured weâd just put a pin in his for now lol especially for those who were FROTHING for these two in particular (this for y'all âš) hope you enjoy :)))
notes ii: nobody LOOK AT ME, this took me an embarrassingly long time lol. iâm not familiar with them, personality-wise, but i tried ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
notes iii: this oneâs got atsumu written all over it LMAOOO
The bowl of popcorn nearly flew out your lap when you shrieked bloody-murder, body in fight or flight from the abrupt sound happening moments before a jumpscare in the movie you were watching. Head on a swivel, you soon realized the culprit wasnât a psycho-killer in a ghost mask, but your darling OSAMU with his lawnmower of a sneeze coming through your front door.
You exhaled, relieved, but scared shitless. After pausing the movie, you glared down the hall leading to the door. âSeriously? You had to do that with your entire chest?â
Osamu sniffled, then muttered. ââŠYâsupposed to say bless ya before scoldinâ at your sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, yâknowâŠâ
âAw, bless you, my love. And, fuck you.â
The brunette snorted, no doubt rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Coming down the hall to soon reveal his handsome face, illuminated only by the bright tv screen, Osamu held up a large plastic bag filled with something greasy and delicious as the smell traveled up your nose. He grinned smugly at you intently eyeing the bag. âFuck me, huh?â
You immediately doubled down, waving your hands. âWaitwaitwait I didnât mean it like that. I meant it as inâŠfuck youâRE so sweet and thoughtful, and I love you so much..?â
Osamu hummed, taking off his ball cap to place it on your head. Shaking it a little by the brim, he winked. âNice save, darlinâ.â
He made way for your inspace kitchen to get dinner assorted with you trailing not too far behind. Your eyes eagerly ate up the widespread of all your favorites displayed on the countertop, practically hanging off his back since there was barely any room for the both of you in the tiny space. Popcorn long forgotten, your stomach sang a symphony for some real food, Osamu saving you the trouble of eating instant noodles for dinner yet again.
And without you even having to ask him for any of it, too.
Your gaze eventually locked onto the former volleyball player, eyeing him up with a newfound hunger that he was quick to pick up on while he popped a piece of fried chicken in his mouth. Looking down at you with a raised brow he patiently waited for you to voice your thoughts, a boyish grin growing on his face as he chewed.
You blinked. He blinked back, then chuckled lightly. âWe communicatinâ telepathically, or somethinâ?â
âIf we were, youâd know I wanna suck you dry right now.â
Osamu.exeâE R R O R.
Man straight up inhaled the little that was still in his mouth, hurling him into a fit of hacks as he turned away from the food to fight for his life at your sink. Coughing up what he could into the drain with you behind him hitting his back for support, you couldnât stop the evil, little laugh from slipping out seeing this as a form of karma for the scare earlier. Osamu fixed you with a weak glare once he calmed down, reaching over to pinch your cheek. âA warninâ next time, wouldâya?âŠâ
You winced, but mirth still swam in your eyes. âYour only warning wouldâve been your pants around your ankles-â
âOi, quit that.â He gently grabbed your jaw to squish up your mouth, though it didnât repress the cheeky grin you wore. The brunette did his best to remain unfazed, but the flush across his face was evident, your words clearly effecting him. ââŠJeez, at least ask me how mâday was before ya slut me out. Soundinâ like all them thirsty-ass comments floodinâ my socials all damn day.â
Osamu let go of your face to grab plates from your cabinet, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms with a raised brow. ââm sorryâŠthe what flooding your socials?â
He busied himself with fixing your plate, nonchalantly recalling the very incident that occurred the other day, âThat dumb fuck-list or whatever, mixed up me ând âtsumu in their little post. Had his ugly mug front ând center, but had my name attached to this long-winded thread âbout me basically being better in the sack than him. Shitâs wild.â
âThe fuck-what now?â Osamu handed over a healthy plate full of food, you absentmindedly took it but made no move to eat. He started fixing his own, acting as if he didnât just delay your appetite with this information. âYââŠyouâre joking right? Thereâs no way something like that exists.â
âOh, tâs very much real. Read it with my own eyes,â he licked the spoon he used to spread sauce across his chicken. âWhat, ya sayinâ ya havenât heard of it? Seriously?â
âYou know I donât care enough to keep up with the trends that go on around here. And with good reason, clearly. Whatâs even the purpose?â
He shrugged. âBeats me. But itâs got âtsumu givinâ me the silent treatment, so maybe itâs not that bad after all.â
âPfft. Heâs pissy because some random on the internet said youâre the better lay? How would they know?? Youâre both happily taken, and I wish a bitch would.â You smugly declared, bringing your food to the living room.
Osamu grinned at your possessive tone, trailing behind you holding plate and soda cans in either hand. âDamn straight. But, wasnât just some random, babe. Weâre talkinâ millions.â
Had you not already gotten situated on the couch, you wouldâve surely spilled food all over yourself. Jaw nearly to the floor, you blinked up at him, bewildered. âNuh uh.â
âYuh huh.â
âHoly shit.â
Osamu took his usual spot next to you, large frame nearly taking up most of the couch. With bellies empty, knee knocking against knee, and elbow nudging elbow, the brunette hummed contently as he soaked in his favorite atmosphereâYour voice, your warmth, you. Though too busy monologuing about the absurdity of such a thing going viral to notice his fond gaze, Osamu silently listened to every word as he began eating from his plate. Although, all that mushiness is soon pushed to the back of his mind when the next sentence fell from your lips. After you eventually found said post to see it for yourself, needless to say you had someâŠhot takes.
âHow could someone write this and not cringe? I mean, I love you âsamu, but a Dom? If only they knew how nervous you were our first time, it was so adorable.â You giggled, tossing some chicken into your mouth. âYou are not that guy.â
Osamuâs chewing paused. Your laughter eventually died down.
He swallowed the bit in his mouth, then spoke. âSure âbout that?â
You mouth moved, floundered even, but nothing would come out. And Osamu didnât rush you either, if anything he gladly watched you struggle while he continued munching away. âIâ..I-I mean..I was just saying. BecauseâŠyâknow, you neverâŠwe never really-â
âMm. Jusâ cause we usually take things slow doesnât mean you canât get a hole fucked into your mattress, sweetheart. Keep tryinâ ya luck, ând ya just might. Finish eatinâ first, though. Ya gonna need your energy.â
SAKUSA couldnât give a flying fuck about the list. He would literally walk away from someone mid-conversation if said topic got brought up. And donât think that youâre the exception, eitherâMan parked and got out of his OWN CAR during the drive back to his place, refusing to get back in until you dropped the subject entirely.
âOmi-â
âNo.â
âCâmonnnn.â
âNo.â
You giggled, âI wonât talk about it anymore, I promise.â
He had his back to you as you spoke through the rolled down, driverâs side window, trying to âpspspspsâ him back into the car like a stubborn cat. Sakusa knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldnât stomach anymore nonsense. Plus, thereâs a bit of suspicion on his end whenever it came to talking about the accursed listâSakusa saw it as a bad omen.
Anyone who talked about it within his circle, be it teammates or personal friends, miraculously found themselves posted up the following day like fresh meat on the market. Once he caught wind that not even taken people were spared from being thirsted over, his disdain merely amplified, as did his precaution.
âBaby, Iâll burn some sage back at your apartment to scare away the bad energy from my filthy words. Would that make you feel better?â
Sakusa huffed, looking over his shoulder to give you a good ole stank faceâOne you barely paid any mind to as you batted your lashes at him. He glitched. Had it not been for the mask he was wearing, youâd see the harsh flush that spread across his face. Too bad his neck was exposed, giving him away as you grinned knowingly. But, you werenât about to distract him from the issue at hand, you temptress.
âDonât patronize me. Besides, you didnât say it at my apartment, you said it in the car. Would completely defeat the purpose.â
You blinked.
There was no stopping the laughing fit you fell into when his words eventually processed, borderline cackling. âI-Iâll sage the car then, how âbout that?â
The ravenette squinted, marching up to the car to stick his head in before pulling his mask down so you could see his heavy frown through your tearful hysterics.
âYouâre laughing. Youâve doomed me to becoming targeted by perverts, and youâre laughing.â
ââyoomi, PLEASE.â You wheezed, waving a hand at him for mercy. With a couple stuttered intakes of air, you did your best to pull it together. âDonât you thinkâŠyouâre being a little paranoid?â
Amusement colored your features when you made eye contact with the outside hitter. Sakusa rolled his, tugging his mask back on before re-entering the car. âWeâll see how funny you find it when we canât be seen together in public anymore.â
âAnd why not?â You raised a brow, still giggly.
Sakusa buckled in, taking the car out of park. âBecause. When I do get posted, I wonât be leaving the safety of my room until that shit gets banned.â
âOh my god, honey, I promise. Youâre worrying over nothing. If you were gonna be on the list, donât you think you wouldâve by now? I mean, câmon, even Hinata got on it before you. Majority of your teammates did!â
âThatâs exactly my point. Iâm the only one left.â
The two of you continued a playful back and forth pretty much the whole drive, more so you teasing him than anything else. After a while, having had your fun, you gave it a rest much to Sakusaâs relief. âCan still burn some sage, if you want-â âYouâre not funny.â
Your evening continued on as normal, him taking a shower while you busied yourself by looking for a show the two of you could binge. Although, even after the discussion from earlier had been dropped, your boyfriendâs words still echoed in the back of your mind like a mantra. âIâm the only one left.â
As much as youâd hate to admit, though never to his face, your over-suspicious companion had a point. Without the safety net of his more extroverted teammates being in the spotlight of rabid fans, whatâs delaying the swarm of unsolicited desires now? Even with his sourtude, Sakusa was an attractive individualâThe dark curls that frame his face perfectly, his piercing pools of obsidian that shred through you like paper, the beauty marks above his brow, his THIGHS. And those were just surface-level things.
Being one of the privileged few whoâve seen all layers of Sakusa, you couldnât blame them for wanting to explore deeper into who he was beyond that cold exteriorâŠin more ways than one. Who better to fill those burning questions than some horny randos with too much time on their hands?
But, heâs made it this far without issue, whatâs there to worry about now?â*Bzzzzt*
You jolt slightly, the harsh vibration coming from the sofa table breaking you out of your thoughts. With a short glance at your phone, the lit screen revealed an incoming call from Sakusaâs cousin, Komori. You exhale a breath you didnât even realize you were holding, reaching over to grab the device and answer it. However, as your thumb hovered over the green button, a small part of you couldnât help but wonderâŠwhy would he be calling you?
You shook your head, answering the call before your mind could wander. He probably just wanted to catch up, make small talk. A smile graced your face as you happily greeted him, âMori! Hi, what can I do ya for-?â
âHas he seen it?? Am I too late??â
You froze, blinking widely in stunned confusion. Your silence must have been loud enough for the man to grow more anxious, calling out your name to regain your attention. âUhâŠhas who seen what?â
Komori exhaled, in what you could only assume was relief. âThank GodâŠyou sound blissfully unaware. That means thereâs still time. Youâre at his place, right?â
You blinked, eyes looking around as if he could see you.
âKiyoomiâs? Yeah, I am. Heâs in the shower at the moment if you were trying to reach him. Is everything okay?â
Now it was him who turned silent. You waited with bated breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wracked your brain for every worst case scenarioâŠbut a small part of you already had an idea.
âItâs the complete opposite, Iâm afraid.â
âKiyoomi Sakusa. 6â2ft of ?????. An enigma. We had to take our time this one. This tall, personification of a hand sanitizer bottle may appear to be disgusted and disinterested, but once you get past those disinfectant defenses of hisâŠLady in the streets, but a freak in the bed. Why else would he keep so clean all the time? Itâs âcause heâs hiding an absolute FILTHY ANIMAL behind his mask (literally and figuratively) you cannot convince me otherwise. Definitely a Hard Dom, would degrade you for making a mess all over him even though heâs the one to blame; THRIVES when you get messy for him tho. Firm believer that heâd spit in your mouth, both as punishment and a reward. He wonât make much noise, youâll think heâs doing taxes while deep in your guts, but just watch his face; homie is EXPRESSIVE. Aftercare could go either way, but heâd probably focus more on getting the sheets changed than cleaning you up. 7/10.â
You clenched the phone in disbelief, eyes watering due to the sexual word-vomit burning them the more you read on. It didnât even take you long to find the dreaded post you were convinced would never manifest, refreshing the page multiple times just to confirm its existence. âShit. I really did doom him to being targeted by pervertsâŠâ
âHuh??â Komori voiced. You merely brushed it off.
âNothing,â you sighed. Taking the conversation out on the balcony in case Sakusa overheard, you had Komori on speaker as you attempted to do damage control. âDo the others know about this? Oh God, does Atsumu?? Knowing him, heâd surely jump at the chance to tease Omi with something like this.â
âDunno. Just found out myself, and you were the first person I thought to call.â
You looked over your shoulder, peeking inside to see if the outside hitter was roaming around. There didnât appear to be any movement, but thereâs no doubt he finished showering by now.
Exhaling, you began sifting through your contacts. âWe need to do whatever it takes to make sure he never finds out about the post. Iâll text everyone I know to help flag it down, but Iâm not sure how long itâll take before-â
âWhoâre you talking to?â
Startled, phone nearly tossed off the balcony, you turned toward the sudden appearance of your freshly washed boyfriend, towel around his neck and adorned in lounge wear. Komori held his breath, as if he also were caught in the act even though he could easily escape with a mere press of a button. âUmâŠyour cousin.â
âOkay, butâŠwhyâd you come out here? You wouldnât have disturbed me if you took the call inside.â Sakusa raised a brow at your stiff posture, perplexed but concerned. âSomething the matter?â
âNo!â You winced at your own volume. His eyes widened slightly, making you nervously chuckle. Clearing your throat, you attempted to play it cool. âNo, uhâŠjust wanted to get some air while catching up with Komori, thatâs all. W-why dâyou ask?â
Sakusa squinted at you. âYouâre jumpy.â
âJ-Jumpy? Me? Uh.. thatâs becauseâŠâ Searching your brain for an excuse, luckily Komori had your back with his quick thinking.
âB-Because! Weâre talking about the list! And t-they figured you wouldnât wanna hear us, so-â SLAM!
Before he could even get the rest of the explanation out, Sakusa had already closed the sliding door. You and Komori shared a sigh of relief. You watched Sakusaâs back retreat into the living room as he sat on the couch, flickering around for something to put on to pass the time.
Just as suspectedâŠstill paranoid.
âThat was closeâŠâ
âSuper close. Think he bought it?â
You groaned, hesitant to take your eyes off him. âWonât matter if he decides to check his phone at some pointâŠâ
It didnât appear to be anywhere in sight, hopefully charging in another room. But, there was no point in wasting time worrying about that. You had some flagging to do. And as long as he had no reason to look at it, youâd be fine.
Sakusa, now bored with you occupied by something else, couldnât help but to watch you longingly from the couch. You were speaking so animatedly, using your free hand to gesture, pacing back and forth. He frownedâHow can that stupid list be more important than snuggling up with him? Yet another reason to hate it.
Exhaling through his nose he leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand as he looked for something to help pass the time. However, before he could get very far in his search, his phone rings.
Confused, he reached into his pocket. Instantly, his mood went from neutral to shriveled when he read the caller IDâMiya.
He had half a mind to ignore it, but knowing Atsumu heâd probably just keep calling until the inevitable happened with him turning up on his doorstep. Sakusa gave an annoyed huff, reluctantly answering the phone.
âBetter have a good reason to be calling me this late, idiot.â
âOh ho ho. Believe me, Omi-Omi. Youâll wanna see this.â
Back on the balcony, after the sixth time flagging the post for misinformation and harassment, you suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere that wasnât there moments before. Halting your frantic thumbs, you slowly looked up from the screen as a cold chill ran up your spine; something didnât feel right in the force.
You werenât sure what made you turn back to look inside the room, but the moment you didâŠit was like the world had gone into slow motionâKomoriâs voice faded into the background as he called out your name, drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding through your ribs at the sight of Sakusa on his phone, face contorted into what could only be described as pure humiliation as he stared into the endless abyss while on his knees.
Probably shouldâve burned that sage when you had the chance.
Haikyuu!! Menâs Reactions to you Biting their Thighs â Part One
A/N: Okay so my random desire to bite and crack filled brain knows no bounds. This was an idea that popped into my mind a while ago, and the thighs in HQ are just so THICC, how could you not want to take a little nom? I chose some of the thickest boys first, but any recommendations for other thick thighs are welcome! Also sorry if these are a bit OOC, Iâm still getting used to writing for this series.Â
Warnings: Suggestiveness â Mostly Crack â Takes place after Time Skip
âAtsumu was sitting down, eyes focused on the television where a recording from his latest game played. You laid across his lap, lazily tracing light shapes on his knees as he absent-mindedly rubbed your back, occasionally mumbling to himself changes he needed to make before his next game. You drifted off in his touch, lost in your own thoughts as you nestled yourself into his thick, muscular thighsâwhen a devilish grin formed on your lips. You pressed a few butterfly kisses on his leg, causing the setter to hum lightly at your ministrationsâbefore you took a large chuck of his thigh in your mouth, biting down on the soft flesh. Atsumu jumped, kneeing you in the face as a loud, whiny yelp escaped him. âWhat the hell was that for babe?! That really hurt!â He asked, alarmed. You snorted as you rubbed the sore spot on your face, âNothing Tsumu. Your thighs are so big, I wanted to take a bite out of them.â You said playfully. His expression shifted from panic to something sly; a cocky half smile and heavy-lidded eyes. âOh? Well take as many bites as ya like babe; as long as I can bite yers too.â
âBokuto and you were lying in bed together; your head rested on his thighs and holding onto one of his hands as the other moved around, talking excitedly about his day at practice. You smiled as his eyes lit up telling story after story about the amazing plays he had. As you took in everything he said, you nestled further into his soft legs when a silly idea crossed your mind. You looked back up at your boyfriend, Bokuto completely engrossed in his story, and decided to seize the opportunity. You turned your head a little, allowing you to grab a big piece of thigh flesh between your teeth, lightly biting down before letting go quickly. Bokuto had stopped his story mid-sentence, his golden eyes fixed on you in utter confusion. âBabyâdidâŠdid you bite me?â His voice was quiet, his tone unsure. You felt a little guilt, but flashed your softest smile, âI did, Iâm sorry babe. I just wanted to know what it was like!â you admitted. Bokuto did his best to process, before he leaned down and bit one of your thighs, causing you to flinch a little. He grinned back at you, âI was curious tooâŠand I think I like it!â Â
âKuroo was sitting on the couch, mindlessly looking through work emails on his phone with one hand, while the other tangled through your hair. You rested on his thighs, eyes shut as you took in the quiet and peaceful ambiance of your shared apartment; every once and a while laughing at whatever random passing comment or anecdote he decided to share with you about some of the players he was dealing with, or something Kenma had said. In a moment of silence, a random thought came to you. You grinned, nestling further into his legs. Kuroo paused his ministrations, looking down at you suspiciouslyâhe knew that smile well, âYou okay kitten?â He asked. You nodded, âYeah, I was just getting comfy.â He looked at you a moment longer, before resuming what he was doing. You didnât hesitate, biting down on his muscular thighs hard enough to make him jump up. âWhat the hell?!â He snapped, shooting you a frown. You snorted, laughter bubbling up in your chest, âSorry Tetsu. You just looked so perfect to bite!â His frown softened, shifting into a playful smirk, âIs that so? You better be careful kitten; I might be inclined to bite back later when youâre not looking.â
âUshijima was relaxing in bed, eyes closed and soft snores escaping him as he tried to sleep off todayâs hard practice. You rested on his thick thighs, scrolling through your phone while you waited for sleep to take you as well. As you scrolled, a random flash of inspiration came to you. Gently moving your head to take a quick peek at your still sleeping boyfriend, you debated if the idea was worth waking up the sleepy giant. Deciding to just go for it, you lightly took a small piece of his thigh in your mouth, biting down on it. âWhat are you doing?â his booming voice startled you, causing you to let him go. Heat rose on your face, âIâm sorry Toshi, I didnât mean to wake you.â He furrowed his brow, âWhy did you bite me then?â his voice was calm. âI was curious. You have thick thighs and theyâre so soft when youâre relaxed, I wanted to know what it was like.â He tried to process it, âAndâŠwas that enjoyable for you?â He questioned.  You nodded hesitantly. He was quiet for a moment, âYou might have to explain why to me later. But I have to admit, Iâm curious about biting yours now.â
âIwaizumi was laying on the floor doing some sit ups while you held his legs. While he was perfectly capable of doing them without youâyou had decided you wanted to spend some time with him before he had to go to work; giving him some kisses as he came up, or telling him the plans for your day. As he focused on each set, a cheeky grin spread across your face as you stared at his muscular thighs. You chewed on your bottom lip, waiting for the perfect moment to take your chance. As Iwaizumi laid back, taking a quick breather, you quickly leaned down and took a huge bite out of the side of his thigh, causing the man to lurch in place. âWhat the hell was that for Y/N?!â He snapped, causing you to start laughing. âIâm sorry Haji, they looked so meaty, I felt like taking a bite.â A bright red blush covered his whole face as he scowled at you. He grunted, pouting a little before an intimidating smile bloomed on his lips, âWell, thanks to you doll I lost count of what I was doing. I might have to get my vengeance on you for the rest of my workout.â
âDaichi was flipping through the channels on the T.V, you sitting on the floor in between his legs as you skimmed through a book. It was calmâone of those moments where you guys could sit in silence and enjoy your time; every once and a while you pressing a little kiss on his knees, while he would lean down and press his lips on the crown of your head. You eventually put your book down, and rest your head against his muscular thighs, using them like a pillow. Everything was perfectâbefore a devilish thought blossomed in your mind. You quickly turned your head and chomped down on one of his thighs, holding the skin between your teeth while he shifted on the couch. âWhat was that babe?â He asked, his voice laced with a mixture of confusion, pain, and concern. You shrugged, âI donât know, I just felt like biting you. Your thighs are so comfy.â You turned to look at him, his brown eyes narrowed and one eyebrow raised. ââŠOkay then.â He chuckled. He was quiet for a while, before he turned off the T.V and tapped you on the shoulder, eyes darkened. âMaybe I feel a bit like biting you now, Y/N.â
the little milk packets start appearing on an unsuspecting tuesday afternoon, after school
you've been nodding off the whole day in school so you went to the toilet to rinse your face and freshen up
but when you return, a packet of milk sits at the corner of your desk
you're even more confused when a packet of milk appears again the day after, and the day after that, AND all the days after that
one day, you decide to confide in your (cute) deskmate kageyama and ask him if he has seen anybody entering your classroom to secretly give you milk these days
kageyama is IMMEDIATELY blushing and spluttering, "err, m-maybe you have a secret admirer?"
he's internally screaming - is he giving away too much? what if you find out? he's definitely not ready -
turns out he has nothing to worry about. you have hired him for your brand new mission: CATCHING YOUR SECRET ADMIRER !!
not your brightest moment đđ
not that kageyama has anything against that! he gets to spend significantly more time with you and he's slowly learning about your favourite snacks
so instead of one packet of milk, you're starting to receive one pack of milk AND your favourite bar of chocolate
the bar of chocolate is coincidentally the brand that you mentioned to kageyama before
now you have growing suspicions of kageyama tobio, your fellow detective in mission
your suspicions are confirmed on an unsuspecting tuesday afternoon, after school
you're returning from the toilet quickly, rushing off for extracurriculars, then you're seeing this familiar figure with a mop of black hair outside your classroom
this boy is gripping onto homemade cookies a little too hard and breathing a bit too hard
you narrow your eyes and rush up to him, "kageyama? don't you have volleyball right now?"
kageyama quickly hides the cookies behind his back and stutters out, "i - practice hasn't started..."
you're about to leave it at that but something made you wink at him, teasing, "oh, and by the way, did i mention that i like cookies? especially homemade chocolate chip ones"
then he's blurting out, "ilikeyoualot"
you: "what did you say?"
Atsumu
when Atsumu has a crush on you, the WHOLE world AND their mothers will know
well,,, the whole world,,,except you apparently
he can literally ask, "go out with me?" while leaning into you and tucking stray pieces of your hair behind your ear
and you'd just be scoffing, "ha. that's funny, atsumu."
does the thing where he ignores all his fangirls - he ONLY has eyes for you
he's literally ALWAYS staring openly at you
on one of the days, he notices you scrambling around for your history book
he immediately puts his textbook on your table
Atsumu gets scolded by your teacher for you
he definitely nudges you in the middle of class and make you play tic tac toe with him
or draws the worst renditions of your teachers and makes you snicker in class
you're so used to his presence and the smell of his laundry when he leans in too close that on days he's absent from volleyball competitions, you feel...weirdly sad.
and then he's suddenly back and begging you to tutor him
Atsumu gets to be tutored by the smartest girl in class while he takes this opportunity to stare at you - it's a win for him
when he sees the way you furrow your brows and stick your tongue out in concentration, reality is suddenly hitting him HARD
he really has to ask you out properly some time very soon.
can't risk losing you to some other mf lol
Iwaizumi
your shy little desk neighbour
has the cutest blush on his cheeks when you steal his stationery
the 3rd years know about his little crush on you
"SO WHEN IS OUR IWA-CHAN GOING TO ASK HIS DESKIE OUT --" Oikawa hollers while he gives you a wink
let's just say Oikawa got put in an immediate headlock
you're sick and absent from school one day
Iwaizumi needs to bring your homework to your house
he swears he's going to throw up from all the nerves
just imagining you in your cute teddy pjs makes his heart stutter
he literally bounces around the front of your house and takes dramatic deep breaths before he rings the doorbell
when you answer the door, Iwa is blinking helplessly at your oversized shirt and shorts
you need to clear your throat multiple times before he snaps out and stutters, "I-I'm here to pass you your work"
you give him the most breathtaking smile and ask him about his day at school
he elaborates about how boring school was and eventually holds up some vitamin gummies, saying, "these aren't much...i just saw these on the way here and -"
and your mom is interrupting Iwaizumi as her gaze jumps from you to him, "Y/N! How dare you hide your boyfriend from your family! C'mon in!"
as she beckons him over, you and Iwaizumi are left blinking at each other
bllk boys and their mean girlfriends ft isagi yoichi, itoshi sae, reo mikage, alexis ness, bachira meguru
notes: reader is a BITCH! (not to the boys), actual horrible shit being said by reader but our boys are too in love to notice or care, suicide mentions, i'm not condoning what reader does the point is that they're feral, part 2
àŒ isagi:
⣠youâre his precious angel who can do no wrong, so of course heâs defending you tooth and nail. when youâre at his games flipping off the opposite team he thinks youâre too adorable for words. during practice, kaiser is ragging on him as usual and youâre there before isagi can blink, telling kaiser that no wonder his dad hit him with a shitty personality like that. insanely harsh, but youâre so cute to have his back!
ââ· âyou need to stop getting yourself hurt like this, princess,â isagi murmurs as he gently applies an antiseptic to your knuckles. he wasnât expecting you to punch rin in the face after some off-handed comment during practice (mostly stemming from rinâs own insecurities, but youâre not tolerating any disrespect towards your man.) isagi had stepped in right as rin was about to retaliate and you had gotten kicked off the field anyway, leading to the impromptu patch-up in the locker room.Â
with a final piece of medical tape, he kisses your bruised hand and smiles softly at you, cupping your cheek in his palm. âthank you for being my knight in shining armor, baby,â he says gently, all the love in the world filling his voice. maybe youâre not the most ethical about it, but your desire to protect him more than makes up for it in his eyes.
àŒ sae:
⣠always assumes youâre correct in every single situation. he looks to be nonchalant about your dating life, but he is easily your number one shooter. youâre on twitter telling his fans to kill themselves when they talk about how attractive he is or how he should break up with you and heâs in the kitchen smirking at his phone watching you go to war. never once in his life has he ever gave a shit about what people think about him, but the second something about you is viewed in a negative light? all bets are off. heâll get just as toxic as you are.
ââ· the reporters are crowding him the second heâs getting off the plane. he already knows exactly what itâs about yet it still pisses him off. in his opinion, people are at fault for provoking you in the first place. in an irritating attempt to get his attention, one of the interviewers calls out, âsae! what do you have to say about your girlfriend tweeting âif i was your mom i wouldâve killed myself tooâ to one of your fans?!âÂ
⣠you are so awful for the mikage image and reo loves every second of it. having such a stagnant and pre-planned upbringing versus your unhinged nature was just what he needed. barely a week can go by without you trending online for something heinous you said or did. in turn, you have quite a large following for simply how funny your antics and toxicity towards others is. reo must have the most heavily tinted rose colored glasses ever, because he always talks about how sweet and kind you are. the fans are still searching for the person heâs trying to describe, because it sure as hell isnât you.
ââ· youâre lounging in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone when reo approaches you. like clockwork, you shift into his arms as he climbs into bed and relaxes next to you. his fingers are running through your hair when he finally asks in the most soft and gentle voice, âmy love, why are you being called out on twitter again?â of course, youâre always sure to voice how it isnât really your fault and that people should stop pissing you off if they donât want you to come for their necks.Â
quite honestly, heâs not really listening ; not because heâs not interested, but because youâre just irresistible when you defend yourself. regardless of whether or not youâre actually at fault (you are), he still sees you as his precious and adorable lover. he simply nods and leaves feather light kisses up and down the side of your neck, mumbling something like, âhow dare they?â or âyouâre so smart, angel,â every so often. if you ever were to get in any real trouble, the mikage fortune would be there to bail you out - so he sees no real reason to stop your tirades.Â
àŒ alexis:
⣠âme and my girl donât argue she tells me to shut up and i do.â ness is honestly thankful for how much of a raging bitch you can be. not only does he never see anything wrong with it, but actively encourages it as well. youâre cussing out the mcdonaldâs worker for putting pickles on his burger while heâs behind you with a dopey smile on his face, clinging to you like a lifeline. the only time he had to tug you away is when you were half a second away from clawing kaiserâs eyes out and had his neck bruising beneath your fingers for insinuating ness was more of a dog than a person. the german is still terrified whenever you accompany your boyfriend to practice.
ââ· in all the plans alexis had for his future, standing in front of the two people that crushed his childhood fantasies in facts and testing wasnât one of them. he had left on a bitter note when he joined bastard mĂŒnchen yet hadnât found the courage to voice his true feelings on the matter. luckily for him, you had no shortage of guts to lay into his parents without fear.
for the first time in their lives, theyâre stunned silent at your vicious words and mockery of their profession, upbringing, parenting, even going so far as to point out his motherâs physical imperfections and saying the only worthwhile thing she did was give birth a child that wasnât nearly as ugly as she is. they canât even get a word in before you grab alexisâ hand and drag him out, kicking a dent in his fatherâs car for good measure. even though your display was nothing short of pure evil, he doesnât think heâs ever felt closer to god than when you cradle him in your hold, whispering words of love and praise into his ear. being a crybaby was something he was told he should be ashamed of, but the sensation left behind when you wipe his grateful tears is worth it to him.
àŒ bachira:
⣠might honestly be the biggest enabler on this entire list along with alexis. he absolutely lives for chaos plus heâs too sickeningly in love with you to ever question a move you might make. he can hear you arguing with ego on the phone about bachira being overworked and while normally nothing phases blue lockâs director, the death threats you sent to his office were incredibly convincing and contained information that shouldâve been impossible to obtain. heâd probably hire you if he wasnât positive youâd pipe bomb the entire structure if anyone even gave a dirty look to your boyfriend.Â
ââ·Â âwhatcha doiiiinnnn?â bachira asks while plopping on top of the couch - in the exact spot while you were resting, mind you. you let out a light âoof!â as his weight crushes you for a moment before leveling out. the second his head falls to rest on your stomach, you're carding one hand through his hair while the other angrily taps on your phone. he doesnât really think to ask as heâs on the verge of falling asleep, but the sound he has set for your tweets dings from his phone (because of course he has notifications for you on.)
he lazily unlocks his phone and clicks onto the app only to bust out into laughter. whatever useless no-name had decided to say bachiraâs playstyle only hinders his teammates was met with your quote retweet stating to âgo take a long walk off a short bridge.â in his overly happy splendor, he blows raspberries onto the soft skin of your tummy while you squeal and try to push him off. stubborn as he is he just refuses to let up until you're curled up in laughter. behind his silliness, heâs eternally grateful to have someone so devoted to him after years of isolation from his peers. he canât help but think heâd do anything to keep you in his grasp - regardless of the consequences that might follow.
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