"I don't think she loves me." He said, looking at your sleeping baby.
You paused for a second, wondering if you heard him right then wondering if he truly felt that way. But, you husband was typically serious.
"What do you mean? Of course she loves you." You respond instantly, not wanting the thought of his 3 month old daughter hating him to take root in his brain.
“i know, but I’m always gone on missions she probably doesn’t even know who I am.”
“I assure you she does.” You smile, thinking about all the times her face lit up when he walked in her lane of sight.
He nodded as he continued getting ready for bed, but you could tell it still bothered him.
Before he turned off the light, he stood over her crib, kissed her forehead and said, "I love you, my precious princess."
Maybe she heard him and understood or maybe she was just having a happy dream, but as soon as he said that, her tiny sleeping face scrunched up into a little smile.
"You're right," He whispered to no one in particular, "but I love you most." He whispered to his little girl.
Tw: bad grammar, female reader, talking about pregnancy, smut, MDNI!!!
WC: 1598
AN: I'm experimenting with smut, but I wanted to make it fluffy and domestic. So here it is
"Your husband, Kotaro was abroad for an important game, and unfortunately you and your daughter couldn’t join him, since the little owl was fighting against a mighty cold. So it was you now...all alone, enjoying the various scents. You could finally relax a bit.
Honestly, everything was perfect; except one thing: you missed your husband so bad! Yes, it’s been only a week since he departed, but your body, your heart, your soul ached for his presence. Talking about bodily needs..."
Enjoy~
It was already 9 pm when you could finally put your toddler to sleep; she was a carbon copy of her father, the famous volleyball player: Kotaro Bokuto. With her huge, round golden eyes, black and white hair and cheerful smile...the resemblance was so obvious; sometimes you wondered if little Yume has any thing she got from you. That thought made you feel conflicted: you were grateful that your daughter was a high spirited, adorable little owl, but truth be told, you felt a little jealous when they ganged up against you.
Yume was fast asleep when you decided that you indeed deserve a little “you time”, meaning you poured a glass of your fanciest wine for yourself, draw a bath: putting your favourite bath bombs, essential oils and bath salts into the hot water, and added rose petals just for the fun of it. Your husband, Kotaro was abroad for an important game, and unfortunately you and your daughter couldn’t join him, since the little owl was fighting against a mighty cold. So it was you now...all alone, enjoying the various scents. You could finally relax a bit.
Honestly, everything was perfect; except one thing: you missed your husband so bad! Yes, it’s been only a week since he departed, but your body, your heart, your soul ached for his presence. Talking about bodily needs...
Let’s just say that Kotaro was blessed with a great physique, astounding stamina and a cock, that was fucking magic: first of all, you never measured it, but you were sure it was at least 18 cm if not more with a girth that filled you so well. That’s all nice, but the most important thing is: he knows how to use his gift to make you see the stars. Despite his size, vehemency and sheer strength, your husband was a gentle lover; always making sure that you come first. Foreplay with him was expectional...Without realizing, you already started massaging your boobs, gently squeezing them, trying to imitate the way Kotaro does.
One hand remained on your breast, while the other was drawing small circles on your clit. The waves around you soothed your body even more, adding another pleasant sensation, besides the ones you were doing. After a while the gentle massaging became rough gropes, and the slow, small circles were exchanged to fast fingering. You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn’t even notice that the bathroom opened and hazy, full of lust golden eyes were watching every move you make.
Unbeknowst to you, the ever so cheery volleyball player, who was the life of parties decided that this time he wouldn’t stay to celebrate, he just wanted to go home, to you and your precious little owl, so he hopped on the first airplane possible and arrived approximately an hour ago. On the way home he kept talking to the taxi driver how amazing his family is, how beautiful you and your daughter are, while poor man didn’t have a chance to say anything at all except for “yeah” and “sure”, not that Kotaro minded. He was aware that his little owl is probably asleep by now, so he tried his best to remain silent. With careful steps he rushed straight to your shared bedroom, but you were not there.
Owl like eyes were looking around, Kotaro was wondering where you could be: not in your daughter’s room, that’s for sure. Little Yume always preferred to sleep alone, even as a baby. He didn’t see you in the kitchen when he stopped to have a bite of something, nor in the living room. The house was silent. So that means...Bingo!
And there you were! His gorgeous wife, Y/n Bokuto. What a sight! Especially with half lidded eyes full of lust, your lips were slightly parted as you were trying not to moan; your hand was groping your breast while the other was down, playing with your pussy. A wide smile appeared on Kotaro’s face as he watched the scene unfold. He didn’t move, didn’t make his presence known, no, he was only the audience of this magnificent show. Though his clothes were begging to be removed...
He stood there, watching his wife, the love of his life indulges in delight. What could you think of? Are you fantasizing about something you’ve watched? Or something you want to feel? When a silent “Kotaro” left your plump lips, he could not be held back any longer. With quick moves he removed his clothes and stepped in, just as you reached your height.
-Kotaro, oh! –You moaned with eyes shut, not being aware that your fantasy is right next to you, watching as you pleasure yourself with hungry eyes.
Kotaro Bokuto was a gentle lover, but a week without you brought his more animalistic side to surface. Like a predator, ready to hunt down its prey, he stared as you came down from your bliss, only to be met with his grin.
-I see you were not bored while I was away. –He shoot his toothy grin at you, making you feel embarrassed. It’s not like you haven’t masturbated in front of him, it’s just you were surprised.
-Love! –You exclaimed happily –I thought you come back tomorrow. What happened?
-I missed you two, thought I would surprise you; who would’ve guessed you also missed me that much. – He replied with a smug smile that faded away as he stepped in the bathtub, right behind you. –But I’m here now, don’t worry, I can give you anything you want.
His usually cheerful voice was now deeper, hoarser. Kotaro’s big hands found their way to your breast; with a lustful groan he concluded, they still feel the same. You let out a moan as you felt the sensation you’ve been craving for: your husband used his hands like an expert –truth be told, he was an expert when it came to your body.
-So soft...mhm, remember when they were full of milk? I loved it. Think we can make it happen again? – He mumbled mindlessly as he squeezed your nipples, like something would come out of them. – Think I can make you pregnant again?
You were too lost in pleasure, halfmindedly nodding, not really paying attention to Kotaro’s words, rather indulging in the feelings that his hands created. Soon you feld something hard pressed against your lower back, which encouraged you to stand up, letting your husband’s eyes wander on you.
Pregnancy and childbirth did change your body, but none of you cared; all the negative thoughts were chased away by heated touches, beautiful praises and full of want kisses. Your husband looked at you, like you were the most gorgeous human being on Earth, truth be told, for him, you were. Half lidded golden eyes were shamelessly staring at you as you dried yourself; with a wink you suggested to continue in the bedroom and he agreed.
You hurried back, but on the way to the bedroom, Kotaro caught you, like you were a prey and threw you on the bed. You didn’t even have a chance to squeal as hungry lips were pressed on your plush ones, claiming them to be his, and only his. His tongue danced perfectly passionate with yours, mixing your salive together, tasting like toothpaste and something sweet. You moaned into the kiss, making Kotaro smile as he let his hands explore every curve of yours.
Your body trembled impatiently, silently begging your husband to insert his length in you, but instead he pampered you with his sloppy kisses, arriving at your entrance.
-So wet for me. –He noted when his lips touched your sensitive skin. With an insatiable need, he started eating you out: his tounge played with your clit, circling, then withdrawing, while two of his fingers were inside you, hitting just the right spot. In a few minutes you were nothing but a moaning mess, chanting Kotaro’s name, when you finally came around his fingers. With a satisfied smirk he took them out, replacing the fingers with his cock, earning a surprised yelp.
-Y/n, did you do kegels or something? – He grunted desperately as his girth barely fitted in you.
You couldn’t answer, as you were relishing as his thickness stretched your walls, squeezing every centimetre as he could finally place in his whole length in you. That’s when the show started...
You see, Kotaro was a gentle lover, very affectionate, always started out slow and careful, fully aware of his sheer strength and big size. Except when he went abroad for a game – he could become so needy, so impatient. Not that you minded...
His cock rammed into you with full force, as you were about to scream, he quickly shut your mouth with his hand.
-Hush, sweetheart, do you want to wake our daughter up? Don’t you want to enjoy our little special time together? Daddy needs you now. I know you can take it; my beautiful wife...take it, take everything I give you. –Kotaro couldn’t stop blabbering sweet nothings, he was very vocal during sex.
His hand remained on your mouth as he pumped into you, making you see the stars. You were a drooling mess when he finally released his cum into you with a deep grunt, and you gratefully took it, vacuuming every single drop he had. His body fell next to you; both of you panted exhaustedly, yet your features reflected pure delight.
-You know I was serious about having another kid, right? So this counts as a practise round. You could only nod before drifting to sleep.
special thanks to the I tried-🌱 server and especially @bokkunkai for helping me ramble out my ideas for this one! part 2 featuring akaashi and tsukki with teenage daughters coming soon!
It’s Valentine’s Day, and in the world of dad!Haikyuu…
Miya Osamu is cooking with his daughter in the morning. His little sous-chef is creating a masterpiece with his help – although, if doesn’t turn out as well as he usually makes it, he won’t be too upset. After all, his daughter has no one else to cook for, really, besides someone it Osamu’s immediate vicinity.
Sure, sometimes it’s for Akaashi-san or the MSBY team, but Osamu is always there. He will always eat her food and provide honest, positive feedback.
Hanako carefully packs everything into a bento box. The tamago is perfectly seasoned, if crookedly rolled. He’s helped her cut the little hotdogs into octopuses. The tangerine is arranged so the peeled slices form flower petals. The rice is shaped like little bear heads, and the kaarage is perfect (he’s already eaten one as a sample. He cooked that part, anyway, since Hanako is still too little to manage herself around that much oil).
She places both small hands on her hips, beaming proudly at her creation. “Thanks, Dad!”
Osamu closes the box for her, picking out a small piece of kaarage to eat right beforehand.
The indignant shout almost makes him drop his prize. Fumbling to keep the kaarage off the floor, he whirls around to face her. “Sweetie, what?”
With a pout that reminds him unfortunately of Atsumu, she says, “You can’t eat that, Dad. It’s not for you!”
“It’s… It’s not…?”
The fabric of the world tears. Not for him? In what alternate timeline would that ever be true?
You walk into the kitchen then, dressed and ready for work. Hanako tugs at your shirt. “Mom! Dad ate Suna-kun’s bento!” The distress in her voice is very real. Unfortunately real. Tragically real.
Osamu isn’t sure he’s alive. Is this a dream. “Suna-kun? Like, Suna Taichi? Son of Suna Rintaro?”
“Yes!” Hanako groans. “It’s my Valentine’s Day gift! And you ruined it!”
You glance between your daughter and your husband, both distraught in wildly different ways. “Samu, honey, why don’t you get ready for work? Hana-chan, I’m sure it’s not that bad. Let me see?”
Osamu stalks off, throwing his apron over a chair on his way to the bedroom. He’s muttering something under his breath, but he can take care of himself. More to the point is Hanako, glaring at the little bento box. “Hana-chan, did you thank your dad yet? He woke up early to help you, right?”
“But he-“
“Hana-chan.”
-
After Hanako makes it halfway to school, parting ways to finish the journey with her classmates from the neighborhood, you wander back into your room to check on your husband. He’s thrown backward across the bed with one burly arm thrown over his eyes like a Victorian lady.
“Samu?”
He grunts, not changing his posture at all.
“Hanako left me something for you.”
“Don’t want it.”
“Samu.”
“She hates me.”
“Samu.”
Finally, he lifts his arm, pulling himself to a sitting position. “What?”
You hold out the pile of flowers she’d picked until the corner where you parted ways. It’s a ragged pile, and not very elaborate. The color scheme is nonexistent, but it’s enough.
As Osamu takes them from your hands, his eyes water just a little. “She’s sorry for yelling at you. She’ll say it herself when she comes home, but these are for you. She spent a long time picking out the best ones.”
Onigiri Miya opens late that day, as Miya Osamu needs a few hours to collect himself.
Bokuto Koutaro is walking home with his son after school. Sora-kun’s tiny backpack is on one arm, Bokuto’s whole bicep taking up the space within the strap. Sora is holding his other hand, animatedly talking about his plans for the evening and swinging their arms as violently as his little self can.
“Dad, do you think they’ll like my present?” Sora asks. He’s a little heart-breaker already, with three valentines on his first time celebrating the holiday. “I didn’t wait for White Day, because I don’t think I can.”
Bokuto grins. “They’ll love it, bud.”
Sora returns the face-splitting smile his dad imparts on him.
“Who’s your favorite?” he asks. “Out of your three girlfriends.” Perhaps he shouldn’t encourage this behavior, but Sora doesn’t mean anything by it at this age. Besides, the three girls are fully aware of each other, often having battles that fly right over little Sora’s head. Sora is a little… absorbed in his own interests, and the girls love him for it. Bokuto thinks it’s funny to watch.
Especially their dads.
“Agashee-chan knows a lot about bugs,” Sora says seriously, like this is a very important factor to choosing your valentine. To Sora, it probably is, considering his plan for the day is to gift each girl one of the bugs he caught last week. “But Tsukishima-chan knows a lot about dinosaurs.” After a moment, he concedes, “I don’t know a lot about dinosaurs. Their names are too hard.”
Bokuto hums. “What about Kuroo-chan?” Kuroo-chan has the funniest dad, he can say that much. The anguish on Kuroo’s face every time his precious daughter pines after Sora is a sight Bokuto will never get tired of. Tsukki’s face comes in a close second.
“Kuroo-chan is pretty. She knows a lot of scary stories.”
“Oya?” Three girls, and only one got the denotation of pretty. Interesting. “Did she tell you a good one last time?”
“Yeah!” Sora jumps over a crack in the sidewalk like it’s a river. Bokuto’s arm gets pulled a little by the sudden movement, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. “She said something about someone getting chopped up. And I said, ‘Like a rotisserie chicken?’ She said exactly like that.”
Bokuto grimaces. Kuroo’s daughter… She scares Bokuto a little bit. She’s much smarter than her dad was at this age, according to the stories he hears about her circumventing every child-lock on the TV to watch true crime shows. “A rotisserie chicken,” he mumbles.
“Dad! Dad!” Sora stops walking and turns to face his dad, never letting go of his hand. “Can we have rotisserie chicken for dinner?”
-
They do not have rotisserie for dinner. The gym 3 wives had cooked up a feast already, and rotisserie chicken was not part of their carefully planned menu.
Sora-kun and his girlfriends are occupied in the living room, where Sora is selecting which bug to give to which girl. Akaashi’s oldest daughter is on the couch scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing at the little terrors to make sure they don’t break anything while the adults are trying to have their romantic dinner.
From what he can tell, Sora has done his job, and is now talking animatedly to Akaashi’s youngest daughter. Kuroo and Tsukishima’s daughters look on, lost.
“She knows a lot about murder,” Tetsurou muses beside him, “but bugs make her a little squeamish.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Look at her, trying to find some way to fit in.” Kuroo chuckles. “Still don’t know what’s so good about that Sora kid.”
“HEY!” Bokuto pushes his friend. “That’s my kid.”
“Exactly,” Tsukishima adds. “Exactly.”
Reverting to the only thing he knows, Bokuto whines, “Agasheeee!”
Akaashi pushes his glasses up his nose. “I rest my case, Bokuto-san.”
It’s White Day, and in the world of dad!Haikyuu…
Sakusa Kiyoomi is having the worst day of his life.
He brought Kyosuke with him to shop for White Day gifts for you, so why did he pay for two sets of trinkets?
Back home, he poured himself a little bit of wine (not too much; too early in the day for that), and gave Kyo-kun a glass of apple juice. “So…” he starts awkwardly. Kyosuke looks at him with eyes too pure for this world. They’re still so strange on his face, since the rest of his features look exactly like Kiyoomi. Kyosuke has none of the world-weariness, though. None of the virulent distaste for other people. Kiyoomi taps at his wine glass, tugging at his turtleneck in a vain attempt to loosen the collar. “Tell me about who you bought these for.”
“Okay!” Kyosuke takes a long sip from his cup, and Kiyoomi wonders if the kid is ever going to start talking. “She’s really pretty.”
“You think everyone is pretty,” Kiyoomi points out.
“She has a pet snake.”
“Oh?” Kiyoomi adjusts his posture, trying his best not to let his son see the slight discomfort this comment elicits. He knows someone with a pet snake, and it’s Atsumu. The coincidence is unhappy.
“Yeah! She also has these really cute hairclips! I like looking at them. She matches them with her clothes every day.”
“Hm. What’s her name?”
Kyosuke smiles. “Miya-san!”
Kiyoomi’s heart stops. He does his very best to stop the scowl from taking over his face, but he’s not sure he’s doing a very good job at it. “Do you mean Miya Atsumu’s daughter?” Please say no, please say no, I KNEW something was off when you said ‘pet snake.’
His son tips his head, curls falling askew. “Yeah? Do you know another Miya-san in my school? Because I don’t. She promised to get me a special onigiri from that restaurant you like!”
“That’s nice, Kyo-kun.”
“Dad, are you okay? You look sick. Are you drunk?”
“I… Think I need to take a nap. Can you clean up for me?”
“Sure!” Kyosuke grabs hold of both cups, walking away to put them in the sink.
-
“Atsumu.”
“Omi-omi! What’s up?” Right after the question, Atsumu yells at someone else in the room with him.
Sighing, Kiyoomi tightens his hold on the phone. “Atsumu.”
“Yeah, what?”
“Did your daughter give someone something for Valentine’s Day last month?”
“Hah? That teddy bear and card your son took home was from Emi-chan. You didn’t know?”
Kiyoomi didn’t know. When you came back with Kyosuke and his prize stash, he hadn’t bothered to ask who they were from. He was having enough of a crisis over the fact that his son was getting Valentine’s Day gifts at all, and had to go take a run. Apart from that, he forcefully pushed everything else related to his son’s Valentine’s Day out of mind.
“You know what?” he tells his setter through the phone. “I hate you.”
“Omi-omi! What are you talking about?” Atsumu laughs nervously.
“Kyo-kun just made me buy White Day gifts to give to Emi-chan.”
“Aw! That’s adorable.”
“It’s horrible.”
“Young love, Omi. Come on, you had crushes when you were younger. ‘M sure Itachiyama had really pretty girls.”
“Kyo-kun just learned how to walk,” Kiyoomi snaps. “He’s too young for love.”
Atsumu pauses. “Kyo-kun took his first steps almost six years ago, Omi.”
Kiyoomi hangs up, burrowing into his sheets to take a nap.
“get one that momma will like,” atsumu loudly whispers and gently nudges the little boy towards the buckets full bouquets of flowers. flowers of all colors and types. roses, tulips, sunflowers, lilies, carnations, daisies, sunflowers, more flowers than atsumu has ever seen.
the three-year-old boy pads towards the flowers in his little sneakers and happily claps his fists. “flah-woh”
“yes, flower,” atsumu replies with a proud smile. “which one do you think momma will like?” he squats down to the toddler’s level and scoops him into his embrace with his left arm. “do you think she’ll like red roses?”
atsumu squishes his cheek against the boy’s face, causing giggles and hiccups out of him.
“no”
“...how about these then?” atsumu stands up and picks a singular light pink peony out of the bucket and squats back down.
the boy looks at the flower with wide doe eyes and back at his dad for help. “water.”
...? atsumu looks the flower up and down with a questioning look before coming to realization. “yeah, water’s dripping down. there’s water in the buckets because the flowers need water to stay fresh.”
not hearing a single word atsumu said, the boy sticks his little finger out to catch the dripping water. with a drop of water on his finger, he proudly shows it off to his dad. “look! water.”
atsumu laughs. “just don’t put your finger in your mouth. no eating.”
while maintaining eye contact, the boy slowly opens his mouth.
“don’t.” atsumu teasingly frowns and takes the little fist in his own hand. “no eating. now, back to buying flowers for momma.” he places the peony back into the bucket right as the toddler runs off to check out the tabletop water fountain on a tall shelf.
“more water.” after a few seconds of standing on his tippy-toes, he decides the view’s not enough. he turns back to his dad in hopes of being carried on his shoulders, but daddy seems to be in the middle of a conversation with a strange, unknown woman. she’s wearing the same thing that dad wears when he cooks for mom. “daddy?” .... “daddy?” he says more quietly. all of a sudden, everything around him seems so tall and big....and scary. two tall men in suits walks past him. he quickly squeezes his eyes shut and shuffles behind a tall bucket, hoping that if he doesn’t see them, then the men wouldn’t see him.
unfortunately, his plan doesn’t work out.
“what’s up, little man?”
the boy un-crinkles his eyes, only to see the man in eye-level with him. what does he say? why does the man have fair all over his chin? he doesn’t look nice. he’s not smiling like the way daddy does when he talks to him. unable to form other words in his mouth, a quiet and hesitant “....daddy?” slips out of his mouth.
the man breaks out in loud laughter. “i’m not your dad. are you lost?”
all the boy wants is for his dad to stop talking to the strange woman and to save him from ... from .. these people.
“are you lost?” the man repeats as he tilts his head to look at the boy’s face. squeezing his hands into fists, the boy feels the sudden urge to kick the man like the way his dad taught him if someone were to make him uncomfortable. but his dad never mentioned any scary feelings...so why can he feel tears prickling in his eyes?
“you look lost-”
the boy runs past the man and crashes into atsumu’s leg, clutching onto it tightly as he tries to hide his face. atsumu quickly bends down and lifts the boy up with his arms, bouncing him up and down while running his right hand down his back soothingly. the still upset boy wraps his little arms tightly around his dad’s neck and sniffles.
atsumu quickly excuses himself and heads toward the door of the flower shop. after hearing a few more sniffles, he gives the boy somes more pats. “do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” atsumu calmly asks, keeping his tone away from sounding worried.
the boy frowns and tightens his hold around atsumu’s neck. “daddy was not there.”
atsumu digs his keys out of his pocket and unlocks his car. “daddy was talking to a store worker about flowers for mom,” he explains as he shifts the boy’s weight onto one arm and opens the back car door with the other. atsumu sets him on the car seat and clicks in his seat belts. instead of closing the car door, atsumu climbs into the car and sits in the middle. “so....what happened?”
the boy avoids eye contact. “w-water. i see more water.”
atsumu nods along like he understands, which he partially does. after a few moments of nothing but silence and sniffles, atsumu softly chuckles and smoothes the boy’s hair back. “i’m assuming you got scared of the people around you? i guess i shouldn’t have left you alone... no more wandering off, alright?”
the boy continues to stare at his sneakers and sniffles. he turns to look at his dad and reaches his hand out. “hair”
it takes a second before atsumu knows what he’s talking about. atsumu leans down and lets the toddler pat his hair like the way he’s seen his mother do.
“alright, alright, enough head pats.” atsumu pulls back and scans his son for any other signs of distress. all he sees are two big, pleading eyes staring into his, silently asking for reassurance. he knows the look too well. “i love you,” he consoles. “and no, daddy’s didn’t and won’t leave you alone on purpose.”
atsumu ruffles his son’s hair and slowly climbs out of the backseat, expecting to hear ‘i love you too daddy’ back. but when he just hears a small “okay,” he lightly laughs and climbs into the driver’s seat.
~~~
“mommy!” the boy runs out of his atsumu’s embrace and into yours. immediate relief washes over him as his nose catches the scent of your sweater. atsumu stands by the door with a tired smile. your son pulls back from the hug and frowns. “daddy ... talked to ... woman.”
“oh?” you arch your eyebrows in amusement. this is gonna be interesting. atsumu furrows his eyebrows. “tell me more about it, baby,” you reply, while playfully looking up at atsumu.
“daddy ... talking to woman ... with flah-wohs in his hand.”
atsumu rushes to explain himself. his cheeks are flushed. “i was talking to an employee-”
“daddy talking to woman with-” the boy stretches his face into a wide smile. “with a big smile.”
atsumu heavily sighs. “i was nottttt”
-> here’s a little dad!atsumu drabble <33 tell me what u think of it!
he definitely inherited the intelligence, responsibleness, and dedication
he’s the definition of “i love mommy AND daddy”
mans has no favorite parent
he once scolded you
he was born an adult-
your second son though
...
he has h/c hair but unfortunately inherited the rooster head
he’s so damn flirty pleasee
also incredibly intelligent but more on the sly side of smart
he’s a hoe
once got voted most likely to get into a car crash and die for fun
yeah
your daughter is a demon
she’s genius
evil genius
no one knows why
she’s just evil
but she can be sweet-
but mostly evil
her hobbies: waking up at 4 AM just to steal toothbrushes, hide them, then proceed to wait till her father wakes up to tell him that his hair is ugly and his breath stinks
yeah evil
once made both her brothers cry
but never to you
nope
shes your sweet baby angel
but she loves her family dont worry
Parenthood
they were born to become science geniuses-
their lullaby was the periodic table song
thats what you get for marrying kuroo
your first child was quite honestly the perfect man
inherited all the good genes
he wasn’t loud at all
tbh he probably liked kenma better than you or kuroo
he’s so quiet too
he’s also so mature for some reason
you guys didn’t deprive him of anything at all too-
kuroo, being the rich capitalist he is, would get him so much
he would just thank his dad, nod, then go play with his toys
HE HASN’T EVEN LOST ANY ONE OF HIS TOYS
then came your second child
it only went downhill from there
this one kept shouting
istg-
“E/S/N CAN I BORROW YOUR NEW GAME?”
“CAN I ALSO BORROW THE DINOSAUR TOYS?”
“AND THE KITCHEN SET!”
“okay.”
pleaseeeee
and he’s such a flirt
you know when you go somewhere
and they tell you not to talk to the boys
because they’re loud and play too hard for you
haha yes
he’s that type of guy
and your daughter
i
idek
she just likes bullying ppl
but her brothers are so overprotective of her
like guys calm down i dont think anyone can even talk to her without crying
You and Hoshiumi have been together for five years without anyone knowing about your relationship. What was your the reason for it? Well, you were the Schweiden Adlers’ manager and he was a player in the volleyball team; being together would’ve started scandals, so you two decided to keep it a secret as long as you can.
But things were becoming difficult as you became pregnant with the white haired outside hitter’s child; and hiding your morning sickness, nausea was no fun, but you did what you could, pretending that you’re feeling fine and thinking about how you’d share the news with your boyfriend.
This morning it was especially hard, since you had to run a lot of errands for the team, and you were dead tired. By noon you were completely worn out, much to everyone’s surprise, because usually you were just as energetic as your secret boyfriend.
“You sure you’re okay?” Many of your colleagues have asked but you nodded with a forced smile and drunk a lot of orange juice to soothe the nausea.
It was a bad decision.
Soon you found yourself crouching above the toilet, while your breakfast made its escape through your mouth. Your eyes were teary, face was ghostly pale compared to your healthy complexion, and your lips were dry after the constant vomiting. You looked like the zombie version of yourself and there’s no way people wouldn’t notice it.
And you were right...
The first one was the coach, who pulled you aside, asking what’s going on. You were in a great distress: should you makeup a pretty little lie or tell the truth? The first option seemed tempting, but sooner or later everyone would found out your pregnancy as you’d start to show in a few weeks maybe. But telling the truth would be difficult, as Hoshiumi was also involved, as your boyfriend.
So you opted for a third option: telling the truth, but not the whole truth.
“I’m pregnant.” And the coach’s eyes grew plate sized.
“Congratulations, I feel so embarrassed Y/n, I didn’t even know you had a spouse.” He said, unsure what else to say. You thanked him properly and went on your way, but then other colleagues started to ask what’s wrong, fearing it might be a virus.
The situation started to become stressed. You tried to avoid the topic, but you went on the toilet three more times and returned with a sick look. This could not go on for too long.
You confessed, making them swear not to tell anyone else yet and since they were nice people, and you’ve been working with them for years, they promised not to do it.
That didn’t make you calmer though...
Especially as you were about to have a meeting with the team members, who were practising at the moment...
You felt extremely nervous, praying that no one would talk about this topic right now, since your boyfriend was still unaware of the great news; and of course, you were scared what if he wouldn’t want it and leave you. Or he couldn’t play because of your relationship. A manager- team member affiliation could be big catch for the media, and you didn’t want to cause any trouble for Hoshiumi.
As you walked in, completely lost in thoughts a ball was flying towards you; luckily the coach caught it before it could hit you with full force. “Idiots, pay attention next time, she’s pregnant, you could have caused a big trouble if the ball would’ve hit her.” He yelled. The members all nodded and said sorry, except for your white haired boyfriend, who was awestrucked and gaped like a fish.
“What’s wrong Hoshiumi?” Asked the coach with a curious look on his face. “Pregnant?” He asked too quietly compared to his boisterous voice. You nodded nervously, trying to avoid his gaze, but he literally ran to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips, then he kneeled down to face your still flat belly.
The whole world disappeared as he was giving small pecks on your stomach, whispering sweet promises while tears were running down on his face. You were smiling with teary eyes as well, softly stroking your boyfriend’s hair.
But the world didn’t really disappear.
The whole Schweiden Adlers’ have been staring at you till the coach discretely coughed some and told the team to go back to practice, leaving you two alone in bliss.
“How long have you known about the baby?” Asked your boyfriend, still unable to process how lucky he was. “A few days only. I’m currently 9 weeks old, so little one was hiding very well.” “Do you know the gender yet?” “No, we still have to wait a few days, I just had my first ultrasound 2 days ago.”
It all made sense to Hoshiumi now: the loss of appetite, how smells suddenly disturbed you, the constant nausea. Seriously, he thought it was a virus too.
“Korai? Are you...happy?” He had to laugh. “Y/n, I couldn’t be happier.” “But what about your career?” “What about it? We just announce we are together, expecting our first child and tell the press to fuck off. Like I suggested at the beginning.” He had to add this; after all, he wanted to come clear long ago, but you were too worried about his pro volleyball career and he accommodated to your wish.
“Let’s start with the team first, I was dying to tell them how I’m with the manager everyone’s having a crush on.”
"...Taketora was not an overthinker per se, but now not only his future wife’s but his unborn child’s life depends on his decisions and the burden he needs to carry seemed heavy at first, but upon glancing at his smiling fiancée...it seemed as light as a feather.
-You think they can feel me? –He asked, while pressing another sloppy kiss on Y/n’s stomach, earning a giggle from the woman. -I think yes; if not, they definitely feel that you tickle me..."
TW: mentions of unprotected sex, pregnancy, female reader, my raging baby fever, MDNI
WC: 1357
Enjoy~
Early morning were spent in a rush for Yamamoto and Y/n as both of them preferred to stay in then starting the day without each other and only meeting in the evening. They only had the weekends for themselves –unless Taketora had a game or Y/n needed in the office- meaning this special moment in the hotel room of a foreign country was one of those rare occasions. Though the couple’s activities on such days were kind of more on the passionate side, this time they were about to figure out how little Yamamoto was created...
The man couldn’t stop sobbing when he could lay down facing his fiancee’s flat belly, peppering it with soft kisses, stroking it occasionally as if waiting for a response from the little one. He had so many question to ask. “When did she find out? Am I gonna be a good father? How can I get ready for parenthood? Wait, there’s so many things to do...” His inner monologue made him scrunch his face; Taketora was not an overthinker per se, but now not only his future wife’s but his unborn child’s life depends on his decisions and the burden he needs to carry seemed heavy at first, but upon glancing at his smiling fiancée...it seemed as light as a feather.
-You think they can feel me? –He asked, while pressing another sloppy kiss on Y/n’s stomach, earning a giggle from the woman.
-I think yes; if not, they definitely feel that you tickle me. –As another small chuckle left her lips, Y/n’s face scrunched in pain, her healthy complexion turned pale and she quickly ran to the bathroom to throw up yet again; leaving Yamamoto behind, who was just processing this whole situation.
“So pregnant women throw up. Is it okay though? Should she be that sick?”
He wasted no more time on his thoughts and quickly made his way to the bathroom, asking if his darling needs help.
-Can you hold my hair? – Y/n managed to choke out between retches; as disgusted as he was, Yamamoto gently hold her hair and tried not to look when her dinner met the toilet.
After a good five minutes the vomiting has stopped, allowing the couple to ceremonically leave the bathroom: Taketora with a shocked expression, clearly, he didn’t want to see this, but stood by his lover’s side nonetheless, like a brave warrior; and Y/n with an almost greenish, tired looking face, toothpaste smeared in the corner of her lips, but she was too weak to wash it off.
-You sure you don’t want me to carry you to bed? –He asked worriedly, but the woman only shook her head.
-No, I can walk. It’s just...ugh.
-Is it...normal? I mean, throwing up and feeling this weak and all.
-Yes, I’ve already talked to the doctor about it and he said that it’s absolutely normal. Some women just have it more...you know. It can be tough for some of us. He suggested a diet too, that helps a little, but so far I don’t feel if anything could help.
-I see. How long have you known by the way?
-For one week and five days. –She forced a smile, fighting against the urge to occupy the bathroom again. – But little one is actually around six weeks old.
-Six weeks... so it’s just uhm, how many weeks till I can see them?
-Thirty four if everything goes well and little one is punctual like their mommy.
He couldn’t surpress his laughter, and only stopped it when the woman lightly punched his shoulder.
-I am punctual.
-Yes, sure. That’s why we’re always late.
-For your information, -She huffed –we are always late, because you can’t keep your hands to yourself; you ruin my makeup and I have to redo it all the time we ever go out!
-I can’t help, you simply look too good to resist. –He mused as he went to the kitchen area for a glass of water. –Here, drink this, you need something in your stomach or else the reflux is gonna be a pain in the ass and you throw up again.
She thanked him and decided to rest a bit till she needs to attend at a conference around 10 am and a dedication in the afternoon. They didn’t sleep but stayed still, letting their minds wander about their baby, occasionally sharing their thoughts with each other.
-I hope they get your eyes. –She sighed dreamily; making Taketora smile.
-I wanted to say the same, but then if they get my eyes, they must get your nose.
-I want them to be strong like you.
-And smart just like their mama.
-I hope they’d be just as affectionate as you. –She looked at the man, who was grinning ear to ear and felt extremely lucky to be his.
A pleasant silence fell onto the couple as more and more ideas pop in their head, imagining the little life Y/n carries. Taketora however couldn’t rationalize one thing and decided he’d be the breaker of the stillness.
-So...six weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t be happier, but...we were careful, no?
-Apparently not enough. Remember when one time we decided to ditch the condom just to try out raw?
The memory was still vivid in Taketora’s mind. It was on a cold, windy day, when none of them wanted to get out of the bed and they ran out of condoms.
-Well, we wanted to try it out anyways. –She shrugged and let the man tempt her.
-It only takes one time??
-Yes. Sometimes. And you wonder why so many teenagers get pregnant?
-Holy crap! It’s a luck that I was always carrying condom with myself. –He paled.
-Have you not attending sex-ed classes?
-I mean...I wasn’t really paying attention. Everytime someone mentioned sex I immediately started to think about how I would do it with you and got carried away. –Tora sheepishly admitted.
-Simp.
-Hey, this is how you talk to the father of your child?
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Months has passed and Y/n’s belly became enormous, making the already self-conscious woman doubt her beauty, but Yamamoto was quick to lift her mood every time she ever felt down.
-Princess, you’re even more beautiful than ever! Look at you! You’re absolutely gorgeous.
-You just say that because I’m sad.
But Taketora really believed that pregnant Y/n is the most amazing Y/n; her beauty was enhanced by her pregnancy glow; the figure she loathed so much...he honestly found it absolutely hot and couldn’t wait to ravage the woman in the evening when he returns from practise. The sex was awesome! Not that it wasn’t good before, but now, as she was more sensitive... one night he could give more than twenty orgasm to his fiancée.
-It’s only a week. –She sighed, fear was visible in her gorgeous orbs, making Taketora flinch.
Yes...they watched videos about childbirth and honestly...the man was scared. The woman on the video was suffering so much; her screams still echoed in his ears.
Even though they were ready; attending parenting classes, buying shit ton of books and everything a baby needs, they were still scared of the process.
-Have you planned anything for today? –He asked as he was ready to leave for practise.
-No, just catching up on some shows. It’s not like I can do anything else. –She pouted, earning an empathic look from her fiancé.
-I go home as soon as I can, okay?
-Okay. –Tora pressed a kiss on her lips, then on her tummy.
-Be good little boy, don’t anger mama too much, you know I have to deal with her. –He joked then with an “I love you” he left.
~
Practise was going well, Tora was in beast mode, giving his maximum; he was clearly motivated, when the manager was rushing to him.
-Yamamoto, you need to get home!
Panick was pouring through his body; he felt like all the energy left his body, but still could ask “What happened?”, expecting the worst, however the manager’s answer gave back all the energy in a milisecond.
🌼This symptom was the most confusing for you, as you’ve used the same perfume for years now, gracefully indulging the essence you love so much, and your husband kindly got one every time he saw it’s running low. But today...oh it was different.
🌼The usual happening would be like this: Tobio gets you a new perfume- your favourite one obviously- you squeal in delight, hug your husband of two years, thank him properly by peppering his face with sweet kisses, open the box and try out immediately, like you’ve never used that specific bottle before.
🌼You swear your nose scream of happiness and by telling that to Tobio, he rolls his eyes, but can’t hide the joy in them.
🌼But oh, today was a different day! You woke up groggily, with stuffy nose and nausea. It was not unusual as in the past few days you’ve been dealing with a stubborn cold that just didn’t want to leave you alone and assumed the nausea is caused by it.
🌼Tobio fortunately didn’t catch it and despite his busy schedule, he did everything he could to pamper you. For others it may look weird as the volleyball player’s mind was quite simple: it revolved around the game. However as you’ve stepped into his life many-many years ago, his brain just went through the whole Big Bang and added you as the most important thing in his life.
🌼You emptied your stomach, brushed your teeth and climbed back to your shared bed, deciding to rest a bit more before finally getting up. A sudden dizziness rocked you to sleep, but it was far from pleasant.
🌼An hour later you woke up, finding your husband’s worried gaze on you, as he rested his enormous hand on your forehead, checking whether you have fever or not. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, and shook his head. “How come you don’t have fever, yet you are this sick. We might need to call the doctor again, it might be something serious.” –Kageyama said as he already got up and marched through the house to find his phone.
🌼“Darling” –You called after him, trying to convince him otherwise, but you should have known better that he was adamant as usual. His voice already rang in the spacious house that was yet to be fully furnished.
🌼You couldn’t help but wonder how big this house is for you two and what to do with the spare rooms. One is going to be a storage room, that’s for sure. You don’t like clutters and unnecessary things lying around. The other one is going to be an office area where you can work freely, undisturbed. However there is a third one, which you have no idea what to do with. Maybe a home gym? It wouldn’t be a bad idea. Or...
🌼“Right, you have an appointment at 3 pm tomorrow; if it’s getting worse we go to the hospital. I told him that you threw up a few times, have stuffy nose and feel weak and oftentimes dizzy. He told me it might be the virus, but we can’t be sure about that. Even the tests can’t be 100% certain.” He poured all these information on you, dark blue eyes reflected concern. You nodded, gesturing him to move closer to kiss him thank you.
~The next day~
🌼At noon you decided to get ready, seeing your state, maybe 2 hours wouldn’t be enough. You had a shower, washed and dried your hair and decided to wear it comfortably. A light makeup didn’t kill anyone, so you put on some concealer, mascara and lipgloss; nothing too much but just enough to make you look alive, though when you wanted to spray a bit of perfume on you, the bottle was empty.
🌼“Ugh it just had to happen right now.” You grumbled as you walked to the living room where your husband was planning his diet and exercise. Biting your lip, you decided to go to the store all by yourself; it was just 5 minutes away anyway, and you didn’t want to disturb the black haired man who dotted on you so dearly. But before you left, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.
🌼“Where are you going?” He checked the clock on the wall. “Y/n, I know you like to be cautious but it’s 1:30 pm, at least let me get ready.”
🌼“I’m out of perfume.” You shrugged. “I just go and get a new bottle.”
🌼“Why didn’t you tell me? You wanted to drive alone in your state? Y/n, are you crazy? You could have had an accident. I love you darling, but you’re an idiot.” A sigh escaped his lips as he gently lead you to the living room. “Let me get that for you, I’ll be back in half an hour. Till then you can help me figuring out some things, the programme is open, you can correct things if you see a mistake.” With that he kissed you goodbye.
🌼In the past fifteen minutes when Tobio was out, you threw up three times, your throat hurt so bad you could cry. You brushed your teeth again, drank some water and hoped for the best. Maybe your period is messing with you too? You’ve had some really rough ones in the past, especially when you were sick. But as you opened the period tracking app, you realized you missed your monthly hell completely. It was two weeks late!
🌼“Must be because of the stupid virus.” You tried to shoo away your suspicion as there were several occasion when your period was late. Hormonal changes, stress, sickness; these were all factors that you’ve been facing nowadays.
🌼You couldn’t help but the possibility of carrying Tobio’s child crept into your mind, showing imaginary pictures of a non existing baby that inherits his black hair and deep blue eyes, but your eye shape and lips. You wanted to have children, just not now when both of you are so busy... The third guest room would be a good baby room, no? But what if Tobio doesn’t want the baby? Is this baby at all?
🌼Your husband’s voice interrupted the flow of thoughts as he handed you the perfume you’ve been waiting for. “Thank you love.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, trying to force yourself to pay attention to the real world.
🌼As you sprayed a small amount of perfume on you, you felt your stomach is flipping again and the acidic fluid is trying to escape you through your mouth. It’s not normal! Your favourite perfume’s scent was stinky! Is it a cheap copy? But everything seemed real. You know your perfume, the bottle, the material, the packaging...everything looked like the original you adore so much, so why is the scent so different?
🌼Panic rushed through your body and you fell on your knees. What’s happening? ‘No, you can’t panic, the doctor would tell what to do. It must be a weird symptom and nothing serious.’ You tried to convince yourself, yet as you stepped outside the bathroom, Tobio immediately saw that something is just not right.
“What happened?”
🌼It was the last drop! You cried into Tobio’s embrace, explaining that your favourite perfume smells different and you’re gonna die, because it’s not a normal symptom to have, everything smells so weird anyway; and you cried for what it seems like hours, it was 10 minutes in reality.
🌼The blue eyed man tried to be strong for you, but inside, he was livid. What’s happening to his beautiful darling wife? Your sickness is getting crazy, first the weakness, stuffy nose, these were okay, indicating common cold, then the nausea, it was logical after all cold weakens the stomach too, the dizziness was also understandable. But why are your sense of smelling is getting different? It should be weaker as usually during a mild cold.
“We should go.” You told him as your phone signed 2 pm.
🌼The journey was long and silent, none of you really wanted to talk, being too nervous and worried; your face lost all the colours. The first thing to do when you arrived is to rush to the toilet and throw up again.
🌼“Are you feeling a bit better?” Asked Tobio, while gently stroking your back as you sat next to him; eyes are red, your face was still so lifeless and dull, you asked for some mint with hoarse voice.
🌼“Kageyama!” The nurse called you and you weakly headed into the room.
🌼Meanwhile your husband couldn’t sit still. His legs were shaking, sometimes he decided to get up, and then changed his mind, scrolling his phone, only to made him mad and just put it away. He was thinking of the possibilities: might be the virus? Or something else? He prayed for each and every god not to be anything serious.
🌼“Thank you doctor” With an excited smile you almost ran towards him, your face was still colourless, eyes were still red and your movements were weaker than usually. As you reached your husband, you showed him a shy smile, one that he doesn’t see too often.
🌼“Is everything okay? What happened?” He started to question you, but you just shook your head and told him to close his eyes and give you his hands. Truth be told, you didn’t know how would he react, you were aware that having a baby now would be a hell lot of work and you were scared. So scared. Yet you felt so relieved when the doctor showed the ultrasound of your teeny tiny baby. It was them messing with your body!
🌼“I’m waiting, when can I open my eyes?” A small paper fell into his palm.
🌼“Open”
🌼“Y/n, what is this?” He stared at the ultrasound picture confused. You just laughed at him, which only made him embarrassed and demanded an answer with pouty lips.
🌼“Guess.”
🌼“I don’t know, an ultrasound of your healthy lungs?”
🌼You deadpanned.
“Does it look like my lungs?”
🌼“I don’t know I’m not good at biology. Now will you please tell me what I’m looking at?”
🌼“Your child, you impatient silly man. Your child.”
🌼“What?”
🌼You gulped, but before you could repeat yourself, Tobio pulled you closer. “Y/n, I really hope you’re not kidding. A baby? My baby?”
🌼“Who else’s? Yes, they’re our baby.” A gentle smile tugged at your lips as you buried your face into the tall man’s embrace, while he still couldn’t stop staring at the picture in awe. A little human is forming inside you. His and yours. What a curious thing...
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🌼“So shall we look for a perfume that our little one likes?”
🌼“Everything for you two!”
🌼“Oh and Tobio? We could furnish the third guestroom for the baby, right?”
