At the start, it was funny. Really funny. The new manager who was so clumsy she couldn’t spend a day without dropping and breaking something or falling herself. She would trip on the small step that took to the gym. She always dropped the water bottles. The third years were worried, but most of the team just thought it was hilarious. Tsukishima, Tanaka and Nishinoya were mean with their jokes, mostly Tsukishima. He always had snarky comments ready if anything she did went wrong.
Like the time she dropped all the water bottles and some of them actually broke. Or when she slipped and ended up knocking down all the benches with her. Or when she fell while sweeping the court and snapped the broom in half. Or when she was getting out of the bus when they arrived for a match and she went straight to the floor.
Normally, Daichi and Sugawara were the first ones to help her and she would be so embarrassed. She could hear laughs in the background and it made her even shyer. But every time she tried to do better, everything would go even more wrong. Like when she was tripping again on the small step at the gym and when she tried not to fall, her shoe ended up coming out of her foot and appeared 3 meters away. She remembered how embarrassed she was when all the team watched her walk (with shoes on only one foot) until she finally found the sneaker, their laughs engraved on her memory.
At the very beginning, she was clumsy but she was okay with it, she joked around about it too, and it didn’t feel suffocating. It was a characteristic and it was okay. But now, everytime she tries to do right only to do wrong, she gets mocked by it. Even when nothing happened yet. She realised that was not what she wanted, and it left her incredibly frustrated with herself and her clumsiness.
Then, she lost her brightness. She tried not to stand out. She would trip and be silent about it. She didn’t respond to the jokes. Y/n wanted to be normal. As normal as possible. She didn’t volunteer in carrying the volleyballs bag anymore, she would always fall down with it. She filled their water bottles as if they were made of glass. But most of all, she stopped talking about herself, about anything she had done that day or on the weekend, because it could turn into a joke about her, and she hated it.
“She thinks she’s silly but it’s so pathetic” — Tsukishima Kei
“We need a manager that is more professional” — Ryuunosuke Tanaka
“If she thinks we are liking whatever bullshit this is, we are not” — Yuu Nishinoya
“It’s distracting, really” — Kageyama Tobio
“You know, I’m getting a bit tired of intervening” — Azumane Asahi
“I don’t know if I can stand her much longer” — Sawamura Daichi
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That type of negative feeling just grew stronger on the team, to the point none of them could really stand seeing her and her antics (that’s what they called it). So they would send her to fill their water bottles more than 3 times per practice.
On one of those days, she was outside filling the water bottles and the boys heard a sharp noise coming from outside. Y/n had dropped it all again, everyone assumed.
That was until she didn't show up when they took a break. They went straight to get water but she wasn’t there. Daichi took a deep breath, already expecting to go after her and fix whatever bullshit she did. Sugawara patted him on the back like saying “I’ll deal with this”. He went outside the gym, where she filled their bottles.
She was sitting curled up next to the water dispenser. Koushi let out a sigh. Still, he has always been the patient one. He crouched down next to her.
“Manager, what happened?”
She looked up, it was Sugawara. She trusted him. She looked at him and he saw her tear streaked face.
“I feel down”
“That’s not something new, manager. Why are you crying?”
“I think I hurt my arm”
He scoffed, that was no reason to be outside crying like a baby. But he knew he had to treat her well.
“Can I see it then?”
And when she extended her hurt arm, Sugawara held his breath. It was clearly broken, with a huge swollen spot near the wrist. All he managed in that moment was calling Daichi to come help.
Daichi had the same conclusion that her arm was probably broken and they took her inside the gymnasium. She couldn’t handle the looks, the clear smirk on Tsukishima's face. Her hands were trembling and she held all her emotions not to cry in front of them.
15 minutes later her parents came and took her to the hospital. That night, she did not receive any messages from the team. She cried herself to sleep when she came back from the hospital and wished the volleyball manager bullshit never happened.
—
The next day she went to school with a cast on her arm. She felt so embarrassed about it, about everything. She looked for Daichi and informed him that, if he and Takeda sensei agreed, she would leave the team as soon as possible. The excuse? It was very honest: I do more harm than good.
Still, that day Y/n was present in practice. At least that was what she planned. But as she approached the gym, she noticed it was locked. Doors closed. No sign of anyone.
After 5 minutes of waiting outside, Asahi came running with the gym keys at hand.
“Sorry, manager. I think they are all late. I’ll open the gym so you can enter and wait.”
She doesn’t focus on him opening the door. All she looked at was the small step leading to the gym. She couldn’t trip up again, not today. When she entered, head still down, she heard a loud noise.
“MANAGER, WE ARE SORRY!”
There, all the boys stood, saying sorry to her. They felt bad about her insecurities after everything they said. No, they wouldn’t let her slip.
“Guys… what’s all this?”
“Y/n, we are sorry about everything. You are a capable manager and we can’t keep this team going without you. We are sorry for the jokes and mean comments. Please, stay” — Daichi said as the voice of the team.
“I don’t know. I’m clumsy and my arm is broken. And I’m not a good addition to the team, if you want I can help get another manager.”.
“Look, we are sorry. You're clumsy but that’s your way. We are the ones wrong, because we should be helping you” — Tsukishima was introverted, but he knew he should take responsibility.
“Yes, we are sorry!” — Hinata was taking this very seriously, very different from how he behaves normally.
“Well, I can try but… you already know how I am”
“And we like it like that!” — Sugawara smiles softly, almost ashamed
—
After that day, there was always someone around helping. Kageyama makes sure you don’t drop the bottles. Nishinoya holds you when you almost trip. Hinata ties your shoe laces (because of the cast). Tsukishima helps you gather the volleyballs. Tanaka worships you. You are now more than welcome to walk with them home and Daichi will include you when buying food.
When you got the cast off, they did a small celebration before practice and you played a short game with them!
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Notes: this is so bad I’m sorry guys. I’m a bit unmotivated and my B1 ass can’t write anything.
you have never thought of yourself as perfect. which makes sense as to why you’d also never see anyone as flawless. for how can there be one, when all human beings are distinctly designed to be flawed? so, for years, this is what you believed in: everyone have their own defects. no one is god. no one is superior. no one can possibly make you feel otherwise.
until you came across him.
morning jogs were nothing out of the ordinary for you. there’s simply something in the cool air that you enjoy every sunrise, along with the pinkish hued skies. for no other reason would you have thought that today would be a different experience.
you’ve passed the usual tree a few blocks from your place. you’ve gone by the park, where the swing seats lie unaccompanied. the households you’ve memorized elapsed in nothing but colorful blurs, and the streets were emptied, save for the stray animals and a few old women. it was too early for anyone to be out. except maybe you.
except maybe the guy towering over you.
he was not on your routine. no, he’s not supposed to be on your routine. but somehow, as he faces you with a plastic bag full of what you could only guess were onigiris, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything negative.
you’ve heard of him. of his honeyed brown eyes and faux blond hair, yes, but more specifically, what he is. he’s a 6 feet tall, volleyball player that every woman is hyped about in school. nevermind the fact that he seems to have an attitude, because he’s damn good at what he does. even you, a not-so-sports-fan, acknowledges his hardwork. you’ve always thought everyone was exaggerating about him, but my god, they were definitely right.
his looks could rival a greek god. and that’s even without proper lighting. what a man he is, miya atsumu.
before you could fall (both literally and figuratively), you sent him a little nod and returned to your jog. you had no idea if he greeted you back, but you didn’t want to stay long enough to find out. there was absolutely no way you’d remain in a danger zone. so, a little shaken and dazed, you continued your morning routine like nothing happened.
although the fact that nothing did happen remains, you certainly think otherwise. for the first time, you thought that maybe there were perfect beings after all.
months pass. just when you thought that miya atsumu was something sort of a hiccup that day, it seems that he definitely didn’t think so. because every morning, as you jog using your favorite route, you’d come across him with a bag of onigiris. unlike the first day you met him, he’s covered in sweat. it didn’t take a genius to figure that he’s jogging. in the same time and same route as you.
talk about coincidence.
but again, like perfections, you’re no fan of fate. it doesn’t matter whether you’d see him every morning, especially since conversations were absent between the two of you. he had never tried talking to you, and you just find it awkward to have eye contacts with him, much more say anythting else. on rare moments that you do meet his brown eyes, though, you’d look away and run faster to avoid him.
you had no idea why you’re so flabbergasted every time you two run across each other, especially since it has happened for too many times already. and you’d like to think that you’re more of an extrovert than an introvert, so why can’t you speak in the presence of this man?
“excuse me.” shit.
he’s definitely pertaining to you. there’s no one in the street but you, and the only thing you could think of at that moment is ’i wish there had been more people‘ because the least you wanted to do then is to talk. especially to him.
nevertheless, you halted. panting and exhausted from your cardio, but heart beating erratically because of him. you were nervous and excited at the same time, so much so that you felt like you’re ready to burst at any given moment.
you turn to face him once you’ve caught your breath and composed yourself. “yes?”
“are you y/n?”
“yes, is something the matter?”
he holds a familiar towel, one that has your name stitched in the far corner, and steps evenly as he walks towards you. “ya dropped this, ‘s all.”
you accepted it quietly. not because you wanted to be rude, but because you had no idea what to even say to him. thanking him would be the normal response, but this was the only interaction you’ve shared with him in the span of months. were you really going to let it all go to waste?
he nods one last time and turns to leave, so in a panic, you blurted out the first thing you could think of.
“atsumu-san,” he stops. that was a stupid move. how could you call him by his first name just like that? one, he never formally introduced himself. two, he never gave you permission to. you internally cursed at yourself for just casually calling out to him like that, what then if he comes to the conclusion that you’re a stalker?
he raises his brow as he waits for you to finish. from the looks of it, he’s not upset. but you’re not entirely sure, maybe that’s his way of looking upset. either way, you get it over with. you didn’t want to prolong things further.
“thanks a lot.”
he nods, probably as his sign to leave. “see ya around, then.”
once he disappears from the corner you originally came from, you were able to let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. talk about intimidating. how could someone play against him and not melt into a puddle? you simply stood there and talked to him, yet your knees were wobbling.
is that what it feels like to be in the presence of a “perfect” person?
everyday, like clockwork, you’d run into miya atsumu while jogging. unlike the first few months of shrugging each other off, the both of you were finally able to at least greet one another. sometimes, it’s a simple nod or grin, and on other days, it’s a “good morning”.
you have grown accustomed to the greetings that your knees were no longer wobbly in his presence, but your image of him never faltered. if possible, it intensified. this went on for so long that there could only be one conclusion about your feelings.
you have a crush. on miya atsumu, of all people.
you huffed out a breath as you continued to jog. this was getting tiresome. you’re simply a different person when you’re face to face with the blond. it has got to stop. you don’t want to wait until it worsens and affects everything else around you. what if, with your dumb luck, you cross paths with him at school? will it also render you speechless?
could that happen?
this caused you to stop in your tracks, eyes glued on the very street you’d both cross paths. for some reason, you decided to switch up your route a bit. instead of the familiar turns you’ve been taking for the past months, you opted to take a left this time, which leads to your subdivision’s park.
you weren’t in the mood to see atsumu today. in fact, you’re not in the mood to affiliate yourself with him anymore. what you feel towards him is getting ridiculous. how could one have this much adoration for someone else? it’s suffocating and heavy in the chest.
impulsively kicking a nearby pebble, you stride towards one of the park benches. you’ve got no answer to your question, not even as you sit down to catch your breath. not even as light stretches in the sky. certainly not even as you realize that you’ve lost all chances of bumping into atsumu today.
you glumly waited for the sun to completely rise. this wasn’t the way to go. simply avoiding him won’t do anything because if this is what it feels like on the first day, what of the others to come?
had you foreseen that you’d get attached to someone like him, you would have ignored his existence completely. you would have taken a different route. damn it.
you’re bound to do something about this tomorrow.
the winds were out of control. it was unlike the calm mornings you’re used to greeting, but it was nothing an oversized hoodie could handle. this wasn’t enough to perturb you in any way, especially since the weather reports earlier claimed that it wouldn’t rain. and even if you were unnerved, you were sure that it had nothing to do with today’s gloomy mood.
yesterday’s events served as nothing but a reminder that miya atsumu has a strict influence in your behavior. you’re lucky enough that his classroom is a whole building away from yours, and your extracurriculars hinder you from bumping into him, so you’re fine when you’re at school.
but on early mornings? you can’t function. you see him everyday; on weekdays, as early as 5 in the morning, and on weekends, it’s 6. you have no way out. you tried changing your route to avoid him, but it was no use. there’s always an intersecting point between his house and yours.
so, if you want your old life back (which in this case, you terrible do) this whole crushing on him thing had to be settled. you’ve got to talk to him.
that was the goal imprinted in your head as you locked your front door and embraced the cold, misty morning.
the streets were as quiet as ever. only the sound of the wind against trees accompanied your lone jog because of the absence of everyone else, and the outer soles of your shoes pounding against the asphalt was enough to be heard from two blocks away. you guessed that it might be because of the lower temperature. people must have slept in.
you would have done the same if not for your main objective for today, but as the clock hits 30 past the hour of 5, you realize that maybe it was all for nothing. there’s no sign of miya atsumu. not even a strand of his hair or shadow could be seen.
and just as you thought that things wouldn’t get any worse, tiny droplets of rain fell from the sky. it slowly came as a gentle shower, so you weren’t bothered at all. however, when it started to get heavier and stronger, you quickened your pace and tugged your hood on. there’s no place you could take shelter from, seeing that the subdivision was full of suburban houses.
your house was 7 blocks away. you opted to run home and just take a quick shower after, but before you could even make such a decision, the rain poured. it was relentless and heavy, especially when it’s paired with the strong whirling winds. you’re not sure if you misheard the morning report— but this was not how you expected your day to occur.
so, you ran. not to your house, no. that was too far. you ran to the onigiri place that atsumu seemed to get his usual bag from. it was two blocks away.
the moment you finally found the perfect place to shield yourself from the rain, your hoodie was already wet. even your bra was wet. on top of that, it was freezing cold. just your luck, the onigiri shop was closed, but the store’s canopy roof served its purpose. you were going to stay here until the rain stops, considering that you don’t have any choices at all.
there’s no one outside but you. it’s a little overwhelming, more so because of the sudden rain downfall. there’s no one to talk to or at least acknowledge. the house adjacent to where you were standing had its bedroom lights on, but god forbid you bothering anyone who’s comfortable in their own homes. to think of it, this was mostly your fault.
you can’t believe that amidst all this trouble, miya atsumu never came.
a sigh withdraws from your system. the only source of heat you have was mostly gone. your clammy hands were pale and wrinkled, so it’s either the rain dies down or you. it was only a matter of time until you find out.
“ghost...?” you hear someone’s voice.
when you turn to look at them, you’re shocked to see who it was. it seems like your prayers have been answered, because who stands before you is none other than miya atsumu. he’s wearing a gray jacket and a black cap, while holding an umbrella. his other hand was tucked inside his jogging pants.
you’re not sure if he notices, but your face lights up at the sight of him. when he realizes that you’re not a ghost (as he speculated earlier), his attention turns towards the closed shop. he must’ve came just to buy his favorite food. or at least you think it’s his favorite.
“maybe they’ll open up later.“ you pipe up.
“will they?”
you shrug. he stands there in the middle of the rain, contemplating what he should do. you expected him to turn his back and walk away, but he does the opposite. he steps under the canopy and stands next to you.
it was cold. freezing. your clothes were wet and your hands were shivering. atsumu seems like he didn’t notice just how cold you are earlier, but the moment he does, he took off his jacket without a word. you don’t even try to stop him, not when the warmth that enveloped you was heavenly.
that left him in his purple shirt. he was wordless the whole time, and the only interaction between the two of you was when you talked about the shop and when he gave you his jacket. aside from that, silence ensued for about 30 more minutes.
him opening his umbrella disrupted your train of thoughts. he steps back into the street and turns to face you, “i don’t think they’ll open today.”
you nod, but he only stared at you blankly. realizing that he’s about to leave, you quickly took off his jacket but he stops you.
“what are you doing?”
“giving back your jacket.”
“let’s go, i’ll walk you.” he nudges to the street. the rain did not show any signs of stopping soon. “you don’t have an umbrella, right?”
and so, true to his words, he walks you home. the umbrella was too small for the both of you, especially with his huge build, but his warmth was nice. at least you weren’t freezing to death.
“this is me.” you tell him once you’ve reached your front gate. “thank you. for everything.” was your breathless addition.
he only nods as his response, then turned to walk away. not until you stop him.
“uh, atsumu-san!” you called, a little louder than how you imagined to say it but you didn’t want the rain to drown out your voice. he whirls to face you, a confused look plastered on his face as if asking me?
who else would it be? there’s no other atsumu around. you could have remarked sarcastically, but your body didn’t allow you to.
still, as he faces you, it was now or never. there was no use in doubletaking your thoughts because you’ve got nothing to lose. the best case scenario is to have him reject you so that you can peacefully move forward, and if that’s the ideal plan, what could go wrong?
“i like you.“ you whisper.
“louder, please.”
when your doubts were left unanswered, you finally let your impulsiveness string you along.
“i like you.” you didn’t yell because you thought it was embarrasing, but your words certainly didn’t fall upon deaf ears. in fact, it seemed as if the rain went quiet just so atsumu could hear what you had to say.
there was no change in his expression, and even if there was, it’s not as if you can decipher them easily.
“okay.” he nods. what does he mean by that?
before you could ask, a miniscule smirk appears on his lips. “then kiss me.”
“what?”
“did i hear you wrong? you said you like me.”
a frown etched itself onto your features. was he kidding? did he think you were kidding?
you have never kissed anyone, and you certainly did not think that you’d ever be placed in a situation like this. that you’d be kissing atsumu miya — that he would nonchalantly demand you to kiss him. he’s definitely out of his mind.
“you’re joking, right?” you question, watching him slowly walk back to you you.
“sorry, ’m not.”
his dark eyes stared into your vibrant e/c eyes, and you could swear there’s something different in it. he tucks a stray hair of yours behind your ear and leans in. was he going to...?
“w-what—”
but he doesn’t. instead, he leans in to whisper: “you confessed to the wrong twin, miss.”
notes. so sorry for the inactivity 😿 this was written last year & i just thought i’d post it today! this might have a part 2 but i’m not exactly sure how that would go so let me know ur thoughts! <3 for #bllk i’m working on 2 nagi fics (1 enemies to lovers, 1 flower shop au kinda), 1 itoshi sae (enemies to lovers AGAIN) & the part 2 for chigiri’s fic! 🫶🏻 thanks for all the patience & support!
hello!! could you write a fluffy (with a small amount of angst ofc) scenario with ushijima about how the reader thinks her love for him is unrequited after seeing him hanging out with another girl but he eventually realizes his feelings for her and confesses? 😳
Author’s Note: Ah!! I’m so excited for this! Thank you for requesting, this is actually my first one ever! And I apologize if this didn’t turn out how you wanted. I... also got a little carried away. Whoops...
Again, as always, shares and feedback are appreciated!
Word count: 2,746 (This is longer than usual, I know. I just got really, really into the groove. Please don’t expect all requests to be this long. Thank you!)
Summary: Ushijima has started hanging out with some girl more often. Coming to the conclusion that they liked each other, you end up in your dorm, crying to yourself because of the seemingly unreturned love.
Warnings: none?? maybe some angst? a whole lot of nothing :’) and maybe a couple of curse words. MAYBE TENDOU AND USHIJIMA ARE OOC. IF SO, I APOLOGIZE!!!!
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“Can we help you?” Shirabu asked, pausing in front of the girl standing in the doorway.
The shy young woman perked at his question, her knuckles turning white as she grasped at her bag straps.
“A-Ah! I’m just waiting for Ushijima-san!” she answered, her pale face becoming bright red.
Shirabu tilted his head. “He doesn’t accept fangirls, if that’s what you’re here for,” he stated bluntly, sweat dripping down his forehead as he picked up the stray volleyball.
Embarrassed, the girl bowed down a little. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you! But I actually-”
“Sato.”
Both students turned their head to see the one and only captain of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team jogging toward them.
“Ushijima-san, do you know her?” the setter asked, tucking the ball under his arm as he gestured to the girl.
He nodded, returning his attention to the new arrival.
“I apologize for not getting out on time. Our practice ran longer than we intended. Please wait for a bit while we finish,” he said, staring into her wide eyes.
“O-Of course! I’ll just… uh, wait outside,” she stuttered once again, bowing in acknowledgement before stepping away from the gym, waiting by its doors.
You had seen the whole thing from your place beside the coach. As the manager of the team, you probably shouldn’t have been paying attention for so long, but the situation had made you curious.
Ushijima had a meeting with a girl? It was rare for him to pay any special attention to them. In fact, it was rare for him to pay attention to them at all.
“Oho, does Wakatoshi-kun finally have a girlfriend?” Tendou asked teasingly, leaning over your shoulder as said man came back to the court. His eyes squinted in curiousity as he rested a hand on your shoulder, knowing that he was getting right on your nerves.
“A girlfriend?!” Goshiki half-exclaimed as he came down from a hit, his aim almost hitting Semi’s face (please save him I-).
His exclamation turned the heads of a lot of the rest of the team. You hated it.
Ushijima stopped in front of you and Tendou, shaking his head in response.
“We aren’t together. We simply have a meeting arranged for today,” he answered.
“If you guys are done talking about this little love crap, I’d like to finish up practice here!” the coach added grumpily.
The team hurriedly resumed their exercises, shouting “Yes, coach!” in unison.
When practice was finally over, and everything had been put away, Ushijima bid his goodbyes and returned to the doorway. The young girl, Sato, approached him, to which he allowed. She was still blushy, and seemed even more nervous than before.
After a brief exchange of words, they walked away from the gym and to wherever their destination was.
You stood on the other side of the gym with most of the team was on the other side.
With a pit in your chest, you stared out of the door where they once stood. Clutching the clipboard in your hands, you let out a sigh. Maybe it was of disappointment, or maybe it was because you didn’t have to see them together anymore.
Whatever if was, it wasn’t good.
“Don’t mind, Y/n-chan!!” Tendou reassured you. “Everyone knows you’re his favorite!” he cheered, patting your back encouragingly.
You honestly couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or actually trying to be helpful.
“I don’t mind!” you objected, turning to face him. “He can hang out with whoever he wants!”
The red-headed guess monster chuckled briefly before saying, “Oh? But I thought you liked him!”
“Could you say that any louder?!” you scolded hastily, hushing him.
He wasn’t wrong, though. You could admit that. Tendou was good at knowing what made you tick, and he also happened to know your crush on the stoic captain. You almost regretted telling him in the first place. But he was one of our closest friends, and that’s what you had decided to tell him.
Your feelings for Ushijima had lasted for a bit over a year. On one hand, it was fine with you since he never really gave any other attention with girls (except for today, of course), but on the other hand, you hated it since you knew it meant he probably would never like you back.
And today only seemed to confirm this fear. Not in the way you had thought it would.
Tendou blinked at your quiet outburst. “Ah, well, we all already know!” he said. “Besides, if he doesn’t have feelings for you, then there’s no way he’d have feelings for her!”
You knew it was supposed to be a compliment, but it still made your heart ache.
“And,” he suddenly said, his voice lower than before. “If he does happen to hurt you, perhaps I’d have to give him a bit of a talking,” he added. His eyes seemed to change, like the threatening look he’d give his opponents in games. Though, it wasn’t necessarily evil.
Surprised, and almost uncomfortable with his intense aura, you said, “N- no need. Even if he did hurt me, I don’t think he’d do so on purpose. I mean- he doesn’t even know about… my feelings.’
“Ahh!” he hummed, his attitude changing once again. Jeez, you could never read this guy completely. “Then maybe he should know!” he suggested, leaning down to meet your height.
“Tendou, I love you, my friend. I really do, but confessing is the last thing I want to do!” you said, furrowing your brows.
He paused, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Alright!” he agreed, stepping away from you. “Well, I’ve got to go, now. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/n-chan!”
You sighed once again, just about done with your friend’s antics. Shrugging off your worry, you finished up what you were doing and exited the gym.
☆☆☆
At first, you had thought that maybe Sato was just a fangirl that Ushijima had finally agreed to talk to. But, to you, it didn’t look like that was the case anymore.
For the past few days, you’d see them walking together in the halls, talking for most of the time they were together. Even if you and Ushijima were hanging out with each other, she’d approach (though, very timidly) and give to him what seemed like letter(s).
And, sometimes, he’d even give her some back.
You had even noticed he seemed to be in a lighter mood, as well. Which was a bit unusual. You’d say you didn’t want her to make him feel such a way, but you were honestly glad to see him talk more and be more happy.
You didn’t ask him about what they were to each other. You were afraid it would raise suspicions, and, though you’d never admit it, you didn’t exactly want to know the answer.
So you just came to the conclusion that they were dating, or at the very least had feelings for each other.
Well… it was bound to happen sometime, wasn’t it? There was no way he’d have feelings for you.
The last sliver of hope you had in him reciprocating you feelings slowly went down the drain over that whole week and a half that they hung around each other.
☆☆☆
And now it was a Saturday, with you tucked away in your bed crying gently to yourself as you stared up at the ceiling.
You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry over a boy. Why did you have to do this now?
Meanwhile, a certain middleblocker and ace were sat next to each other, talking about nothing in particular.
That was, until Tendou finally popped the question you never could.
“Wakatoshi-kun,” he said, staring out of the window and into the night. “Do you like Sato Runa, by any chance?”
The abrupt change in the subject almost caught his friend off guard.
“She’s an exceptional student,” he answered.
Tendou grinned in amusement.
“No, no! I mean romantically,” he cleared up, waving his hand in the air.
“Romantically?” he repeated, his eyebrows raising. “No.”
That was all the middleblocker needed. “Ahh, well, you make that hard to believe by just looking at you!” he said. “Well, Y/n-chan will certainly be happy to hear this!”
“Y/n? Why would she want to know?” the dark-haired boy asked, still not catching on.
Tendou’s grin only widened, like the cheshire cat playing with Alice’s mind.
“Why, she likes you, of course!” he cheered. “Ohh, she’s been so worried you and that girl had gotten together. Imagine our poor little manager, heartbroken over nothing!” he said.
Ushijima said nothing for a while, still sat straight, his hands in his lap.
“Y/n has feelings for me?” he asked, half curious.
Satori tilted his head, more amused than ever. “I know you aren’t great with romance, but even I’d thought you would’ve at least gotten a little bit of hint!”
Ignoring his little jab, Ushijima continued, “...she’s heartbroken?”
Got him, the spiky-haired boy thought. Oh, it was all going to plan.
“Well, she’d never admit it, but I know she’s at least a little upset about it! Must’ve been a lot of proof in her eyes if she’s as heartbroken as I think she is!” he hummed.
“How long have you known of her feelings for me?” he asked, his voice never changing. To the average person, it’d seem as though he wasn’t too interested in your feelings. However, Tendou knew better.
“As far as I know, almost a year! If I were you, I’d take her out of her sad trance right away!” he added, clapping his hands together. “But the question is, Wakatoshi… do you like her back?”
There was a long, long silence. It almost put Tendou off, thinking that maybe he’d have to modify his plan.
Luckily, Ushijima had finally decided to make his move.
Standing from his seat on the bed, he excused himself from their dorm room, making his way for the yours.
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“Crap…” you murmured, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked.... tired.
After letting your hair down, you leaned against the counter, staring at yourself.
How pathetic that he had gotten you so worked up.
Actually, no, how pathetic that you had thought that there was a chance that he liked you back.
Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. You jumped, trying to wipe away your drying tears and drying your hands afterward.
“Ah- one moment!” you called, cursing yourself for your sore throat (you had screamed into your pillow out of frustration prior to your little breakdown).
Opening the door, you were surprised to see the one and only Ushijima standing there.
“Y/n,” he said, immediately making eye contact. It was like he was scrutinizing you under his cold gaze.
“Ushijima-san! It’s late! How did you-”
“Are you feeling alright?” he asked bluntly, referring to the still evident tear stains on your cheeks.
Coughing, embarrassed, you nodded. “Yeah, just… life stuff, you know?”
“Would any of that supposed ‘life-stuff’ have to do with me?” he questioned.
You tensed up. How did he know?
“How did you…” you started, trailing off. Oh. My. God. Tendo-
“It has been brought to my attention that you may have thought that I was in a relationship with Sato Runa. Is this true?” he inquired boldly.
Wow, he really did not know how to sugar-coat it, huh?
You pursed your lips, obviously not wanting to admit the reason of your defeat. But you knew you shouldn’t lie to him.
“Yes,” you admitted, your shoulders lowering, and eyes suddenly finding the floor much more interesting. The confession made it too real, now.
“And it was also brought to my attention that you’ve had feelings for me, and have become upset since you believed I was in a relationship with Sato. Yes?” he also asked.
Your eyes quickly shot back up to him in surprise, your cheeks suddenly hot and your chest suddenly in pain. He knew.
You didn’t want to answer, for obvious reasons. And Ushijima seemed to realize this. His gaze softened, rephrasing his words, “If you do not have feelings for me, tell me right now. Please.”
Ah, you couldn’t. Not to him.
This only confirmed his thoughts.
“Y/n,” he said, his voice still unwavering. “I’d like to clear up that I am not romantically involved with Sato Runa.” Wait. What? “I had asked her to be my tutor for a few of my classes since quite a few tests were coming up for the next two weeks. That is why I’ve been around her often.”
Oh. Oh.
So that’s what it was. The papers weren’t letters, but notes and studying ideas. It wasn’t little dates they were doing, it was study sessions. He was in a lighter mood because of how much easier school was for him, now.
You felt pretty stupid right at that moment.
“A-ah… good to know,” you nodded. “It’s alright. You didn’t have to clarify it with me, but thank you, anyway.”
“But I did,” Ushijima retorts. “Because I happen to be attracted to you, not her.”
I- were you dead right now? Was this a dream? A joke? A prank?
You pinched the inside of your hand to check that this was still real.
“I-” you pressed your lips together hesitantly. “Really?” you asked in disbelief.
He nodded. “I hadn’t realized it, but you are different. Perhaps I have not been attracted to you for a whole year, but in this current time, today, I am. You’re talented. You’ve got potential. Everything about you works together to make you an exceptional person. But even then, there’s more to it that I cannot explain.”
The heat in your cheeks only worsened. Honestly, his words were about to give you a full-on fever.
“I- I don’t know what to say!” you confessed, almost bursting. You were confused more than anything, even though your brain processed the situation just fine. “Just a few minutes ago I was crying over how you’d never like me- and now, and now you confess? I mean- I look like a mess, it’s almost past midnight, and-”
“You don’t look like a mess,” he objected, raising his hand to brush a few stray hairs out of the way. “And if you are unable to figure out what to say next, could I perhaps take this moment to ask you something?”
Blinking up at him, you nodded.
“Tomorrow after practice, would you... want to go on a date with me?” he asked.
Yeah, okay, you were definitely dreaming, now.
Suddenly, you were tense again, trying to figure out if you heard him right. Where did this Ushijima come from? And what had he done with the real one?
“Y-Yes! Of course I would!” you agreed.
“Good,” he said. “I’ll see you in the morning, Y/n.”
Leaning down to your height, his brushed his lips against your forehead as a farewell, not even giving you a chance to reply before he left. (I mean, it would be a questionable sight for him to be seen at a girl’s dorm so late at night.)
Holy shit. Holy shit! You had a date with Ushijima Wakatoshi!
Your chest was feeling light clouds, your mind barely even able to wrap itself around the situation. Did that really just happen? Were he and Sato actually just acquaintances? Did he actually like you?
Excited, you sloppily got ready for bed and tucked yourself under the covers, ecstatic for tomorrow (of course, a little embarrassed by the earlier conversation, too).
When you awoke, it took you a minute to remember what had happened the night before. Again, you tried convincing yourself that it was all just apart of your imagination, but that idea was quickly disproven when you checked your texts.
Ushijima Wakatoshi - Sunday, 6:30 a.m.
Do you have anywhere you’d like to go for today?
Tendou Satori - Sunday, 7:36 a.m.
don’t be mad, but I told him! and I have a suspicion that yesterday went great (not really, wakatoshi-kun told me this morning)! sooo… when’s the wedding, love birds?!
Sunday, 7:59 a.m.
are you not up yet? ah, y/nnnn-chann i’m getting impatient!! call me when you see this!
Smiling to yourself, you turned off your phone and rested it on your chest, shutting your eyes for a moment before getting ready.
you had never been happier for the downpour that started, forcing you and daichi to take cover from the makeshift picnic spot on the hood of his old mustang.
sawamura daichi x female reader
warnings: e for explicit, 18+, car sex
word count: 2579
notes: this was originally posted to my ao3 account. i had "somewhere in my car" playing lowkey as inspo, and i see his car as an old 1965 mustang but like...none of it really matters I guess. will be reuploading this two more times in the queue. one as a male reader, and one as a daisuga fic!
You had never been happier for the downpour that started, forcing you and Daichi to take cover from the makeshift picnic spot on the hood of his old mustang. Don’t get you wrong, you loved his spontaneous dates but a 10pm picnic date on his car in a random empty parking lot out in the country after failing a chemistry test wasn’t your best idea of fun. It had started out innocent enough, bottles of nonalcoholic juice poured into plastic cups as he fed you bits of cheese as you ranted about how unfair the test was and how long you had studied.
He had stared adoringly at you in-between bits of food, as you both ignored the distance rumbles of thunder that moved in a lot quicker than you had expected. His plans had been to stargaze with you as he admitted, but the cloud cover had ruined the plan, so you had been simply enjoying the company of each other until it started to pour. You both barely had time to recognize what was about to start as two, large drops hit both of you between the sky opened up.
Curses left his lips as the two of you rushed to clean up the mess stuffing it the best you could before as rain drenched the both of you, he had stopped you before you could fully dive into the car, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you harshly, rain pouring down both of your faces as water stuck the two of you together before he opened the passenger door, pushing you in and shutting it before running around to the other side for himself. As he slid into his car, ignoring the “No Wet Clothes” rule he had for the old leather as clothes stuck to both of your figures, giggles leaving your lips as water pinned both of your hair down, long strands falling into his face as he pushed it back.
As he looked up at you, you couldn’t help but gaze adoringly back at him. “I’m sorry…this was not at all what I planned.” He apologized, and you grinned back at him. “It was perfect, Daichi.” Your promised, reaching back to brush water from his cheek. He tenderly leaned into your touch, as you cupped his face. He smiled softly before he turned, pressing a kiss to your palm before he leaned forward catching your lips in a soft kiss as the rain drummed steadily against the exterior of the old mustang. As you kissed him back, hand moving to brace lightly against his chest his own hands moved from his lap, to find their way into your hair, fisting it lightly as you gasped softly. Your eyelashes fluttered lightly as his tongue ran against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you granted him eagerly. As his tongue ran against yours, you moaned softly into his open mouth which he took as permission to pull you in tighter to him.
After a moment, you broke apart both panting lightly. The glow of the lone streetlight lit up the car interior, despite the fogged-up windows from your breathing and you couldn’t help but admire how pretty he looked under it. He nudged his head towards the backseat, “Do you want…?” he questioned softly, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid as you licked your lips his eyes darting down to them as you nodded softly.
He shifted then, bringing his seat forward slightly before he pushed up, maneuvering into the backseat ungracefully his large frame making the movement awkward. Your hand covered your mouth as you giggled at the sight, even as he looked up at you a smile clear on his face and he held out a hand, “Well come on Princess, I’d like to see you do better.” He stated a laugh in his voice even as you took it copying his movements climbing back to straddle his legs. “You sure this is okay?” You whispered and at his confused look, you made a soft gesture to the exterior and he smiled, “No one comes out here really. Besides horny kids, and good boyfriends trying to make a cute date before the weather fucks it up.” He promised drawing a laugh from you as your cupped his face, leaning forward to kiss his lips lightly as his hands moved to your hips. “I think you still might fall into that first category.” You whispered against his lips, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the glint in his eyes as he leaned forward to nip at your lip. “Oh absolutely, I never said I didn’t.” He teased, hands running up your shirt, against your skin before he grabbed your shirt and pulled it up over your head as you laughed.
His hands spread across your skin, admiring the glow of your skin underneath the lighting even as you grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over his head also forcing him to move his hands to take it off. You leaned forward pressing a kiss to his collarbone, moving up his neck as he rolled his head to the side for your access. His hands own hands returning to your chest, running lightly over the bra you wore before looking up at you with an arched eyebrow. “Lace?”
You shrugged, heats flushing slightly. “Maybe I wanted to look good for you,” You admitted, and his lips dropped in mock shock. “Y/N, and you called me a horny kid.” He teased and you rolled your eyes leaning forward to kiss him as his own hands moved to your back, undoing the strap expertly as he moved up to brush the straps off your chest tossing it into the front seat with your shirts.
His fingers moved to your nipples, rolling over the buds lightly before tugging them at them making a soft gasp escape your mouth as your arched up into the touch. His mouth fell to your chest sucking a mark into the skin first at the top of your breast and then moving down your nipple running his tongue along it as you gasped his name, hips rocking softly against his and the growing bulge in the man's pants.
He continued to play with your chest, alternating between the sides until you where whimpering his name, begging for his touch in other places. Finally, he relented, grasping you tightly as he laid you down on the seat as he moved to undo your button on your pants kissing his way down before tugging your pants and underwear in one smooth movement. No matter how many times the captain had seen your body naked, you still couldn’t help but blush at his intense glaze as his hands ran down your stomach to your core. His head dipped down, pressing a kiss to your mons before licking a stripe up your labia even as you gasped attempting to pull away at the sensation. His hands moved quickly, gripping your hips preventing your movement as his eyes flicked up to lock on yours as he shifted further back to properly lick along your core as you trembled.
Mouth opening in a silent “O” as his tongue ran firmly against your clit, drawing circles on it as you moaned out his name, a hand reaching down to grip his hair firmly as your hips pressed up against his hands where they held you steady on the seat. One of his hands left his position, a finger moving to circle your hole before lightly pressing in as you gasped, falling silent in surprise at the sudden intrusion. “So tight for me, Y/N.” He purred out, “What did I do to deserve this?” He questioned adding another finger, stroking your walls even as you moaned. “Feel so good, can’t wait to fuck you. Listen to all those noises you’re making, are they for me Y/N?”
Your free hand came up to cover your own mouth and he halted his movements. “No baby, I wanna hear you.” He insisted and as you nodded your response you reluctantly pulled your own arm away and he continued his movement head dipping down to continue to eat you out much to your own delight at the sensation. “Daichi,” you whimpered out. “Please, I can’t…I’m so close.” You admitted and his own dark eyes flicked up to you.
“That’s it, baby. I wanna hear you, feel you, taste you. Come on now, cum for me.” He purred out, tongue continuing to flick across your clit as you gasped for him. Back arching up from the seat as you cried out his name as you reached your peak, his fingers and tongue continuing to work until you were flinching away from begging him to stop. As he finally pulled away, he wiped his chin on his arm even as you blushed at the appearance of him. His hands fell to his own pants as you sat up, legs still weak underneath you, your hands knocking his aside as you undressed him. His hips lifted as you tugged his jeans and boxers down, eyes falling to his cock which slapped against his stomach, twitching as you freed it from the confines.
You shifted, laying down on the seat as you wrapped your hand around the shaft leaning forward to lick up the side softly as his head lolled back softly on to the headrest of the seat as you took him gently in your mouth sucking on it as his hips flinched upwards, a hand falling lightly to the back of your head reassuring you of your movements as he gently kept your hair from your face. “Baby, you’re so perfect. Feel so good for me,” he purred out from gritted teeth as his stomach contracted as you continued you to bob your head up and down his length as he continued the verbal praise.
As you continued to lick and slurp up and down his length, he suddenly let out a hiss, gripping your hair tightly, “Wait, fuck Y/N gotta stop that for me baby. No, wait, stop actually, shit, that’s- I wait…Y/N, baby please.” His voice was strained even as his hips continued to lightly thrust up into your mouth until you finally pulled off with a soft pop as he moaned again.
“Gotta stop that, or I won’t last.” He admitted, “Too good at that.” He teased, stroking your face lightly before he shifted, reaching forward into the front seat as you watched him with curious eyes as he grabbed a foil from the glove box as he sat back, opening it carefully as he rolled it down his length before he winked at you, lightly tapping his thigh inviting you forward. As you moved to straddle his hips, one hand found your hips helping you line himself up to you as you sunk down with a soft sigh.
His brow was furrowed tightly in consideration, as he carefully watched your face for any discomfort before he gently gripped your hips with both hands. Finding no signs of pain, he gently rolled his hips up into you, eyes locking with your Brown ones as your hips mirrored his. Your hands moved to his face, cupping it as you kissed him as you both continued to roll your hips together, soft gasps and noises falling from both of your lips in between kisses as you rode him.
One of his hands left the bruising grips on your thigh, to instead reach down, thumb lightly running soft circles over your clit as you moaned into his mouth. “Dai, that feels so good.” You whispered and he hummed, forehead bumping against yours as he continued his slow thrusts up into your heat. “Mind if we switch positions?” he questioned softly, and you nodded shifting to move off him as his hands moved to grab your ass, cupping it lightly as he shifted you to instead lay across the seat underneath him where he could easily thrust into you.
You gasped at the new position, this one hitting all the right spots inside you as your hands struggled to find purchase, one gripping tightly to his back and the other bracing against the window, fingers sliding down the glass leaving marks you knew would be visible the next time anyone examined it too closely. Still, as your fingers dug into the skin on his back, it only spurred him on further as his thrusts sped up thumb still rubbing quick circles into the bundle of nerves as his head dipped down to suck on the skin he could find, leaving marks which would be tender for days.
A soft sob left your lips, at the mix of sensations as Daichi continued the assault of pleasure on your body. From his tight-lipped, “Hmmm?” of acknowledgment, and furrowed brow you knew he was getting close, his thrusts occasionally stuttering as he lost rhythm at the sensation, “Baby, Y/N, I’m so close.” He admitted ducking his head to press a kiss into your shoulder as his thumb sped up as you arched up into him. “Oh wait, fuck Dai, just like that.” You managed to gasp out as he continued the unrelenting pace, the bubble in your stomach growing as your head tossed back baring your neck for him.
“Feel so good around me, so fuckin’ tight Y/N. Just like that baby, say my name.” He encouraged pressing a soft kiss to your jaw even as you gasped around him, “I can’t-“ you started and he tsked, nipping your lip softly. “Yes, you can, cum for my baby girl. That’s it Y/N. Cum for me.” He crooned finger holding the same pace even as you twitched under him, a soft cry escaping your lip as your fingers dug into his back leaving half-crescent shapes along his back he knew his team would tease him about the next day, but as you came around him he couldn’t find himself caring as you spasmed around him crying out his name.
He cursed softly, burying his head once again in your neck as he gently bit down as his hips stilled inside you, fingers still rubbing on your clit to work you through your orgasm until you were pushing his hand away from oversensitivity. As you both laid there, his body draped unceremoniously across you, you both focused on each other’s breathing as you softly drew circles onto his skin listening to the rain continuing to pound on the roof although it had slacked off a bit. After a moment, he had pulled back, sliding off the used condom and setting it down on the floor to dispose of before he laid back down, head in the valley of your breasts as you played with his hair.
The air was hot, and sticky. The windows thoroughly fogged up from your heavy breathing, and as you watched raindrop roll down the window, Daichi reached up. Drawing a crude “DS +” on the window, he paused looking back at you before you reached up filling in your own initials so it read “DS + (Initals)” before he continued making a soft heart around it as you giggled at the mushy gesture, pulling his face up to kiss you lightly. “I love you Daichi Sawamura .” You admitted, rubbing your nose against his and he grinned back into you, “I love you too Y/N L/N.”
Daiki spoke up after the two newcomers introduced themselves. “(Y/n) and Rumi are third years too,” He interrupted himself with a small burp, causing Rumi to look at him in pure horror and you to bite back a chuckle of your own.
“Oh, nice.” Bokuto nodded along with Kuroo. “Are you both in a club then?”
What. You blinked once very slowly.
“Dude, they both pl-”
“Ah ah ah.” You immediately held up a hand in Daiki’s face to keep him from speaking any further. “Yes. We are in a club. But that’s not what is important.”
Rumi shook her head with a dark chuckle and quickly downed her drink. She mumbled something about finding more games to play before turning to walk back into the house you originally came from. (“This is fucking boring” was an exact quote.) The boy with bedhead hair, who you came to know as Kuroo, followed after her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
You shook your head as you watched after them, turning back and intending to strike up a new conversation with your schoolmates but all you were met with were their retreating backs. Daiki’s hands were moving dangerously low on Mako’s waist as they blended into the sea of people.
“Looks like you’re stuck with me.” You turned to face the stranger standing before you, looking up and really noticing his golden eyes for the second time since he introduced himself.
You bit into your bottom lip and dragged your thumb across the skin as you leaned your weight onto your right leg as you gave him a once over. He was tall, much taller than you were, and lean. Not lean in the not-done-growing, can’t-control-your-limbs type of way; but lean in the sense that it was clear he was an athlete. His shoulders were broad and full under the athletic t-shirt he wore. His legs were long and you could tell there was thick muscle on them, even under the pair of baggy black joggers he had on.
But beyond the fact that he was built like an absolute racehorse, the most eye-catching parts of him weren’t even below his shoulders.
His smile had enough electricity to power a small town for at least a year, and that was a fact. His eyes, a shade of gold you’d never seen before - and were sure you’d never see again - looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that was worthy of holding his gaze. Then his hair - a wild cluster of bi-colored, thick locks that stuck up straight in all directions - screaming for your hands to reach up and run your fingers through them just to get an idea of if they were as soft as they appeared to be.
“Could be worse,” You finally responded after your thorough examination of his entire physique. It was pretty blatant that you had been checking him out, you might as well have asked him to wipe the drool from your mouth.
In any normal situation, the act of a girl so obviously checking him out wouldn’t send Bokuto into any kind of fit. In fact, he didn’t typically even notice those kinds of things happening. But with this girl who he just met before him, he couldn’t help the feeling of his heart clutching almost painfully in his chest. He cleared his throat, shaking his head just enough to clear away the haze he had found himself in and braced his hand against the wall of breezeblocks you both stood near. Bokuto was not trying to be subtle as he beamed down at you, opting to take a step closer.
“(Y/n)...” He said your name in a tone you were sure you’d never get sick of hearing. “I feel like I’ve heard of you somewhere before.”
“I get that a lot,” You smirked, squinting your eyes up at him as you kept your answer vague. He easily could’ve heard your name in a number of different places, but you weren’t going to confirm or deny anything - it was too fun to toy with him instead.
“So you go to school with Daiki?” He asked, resting one hand in the waistband of his pants, making his t-shirt ride up just slightly. His other hand rested on the wall right by where you were leaning your weight against, making his body angle towards you and close the distance just a little bit more.
It only took you a brief moment to realize that he was moving intentionally closer to you in what he probably thought was a smooth move. You made an exaggerated grimace on your face, acting as if the thought of the mentioned boy made you sick. “Unfortunately, I do. Been with the kid since primary school.”
“Tough luck.”
“You’re telling me.” You nodded with a laugh, looking out to the throng of people at the party who seemed to only be getting further and further away from sobriety. “Do you need a drink or something? You can have mine, I’m done for the night.”
“Are you trying to take advantage of me?” Bokuto asked, raising your cup and taking a long swig of the drink. You were impressed he didn’t even flinch as the beer in the cup was stale, flat, and cheap.
“You should be so lucky,” You shook your head and jokingly poked a finger into his chest, a solid excuse to confirm that yes those muscles were as thick as they looked. “But no, I’ve got somewhere to be after this.”
“More studying?”
“Ouch okay,” You laughed. “It’s like that then?”
“Oh yeah, it’s like that.”
Your conversation stilled at that point. You definitely felt like a mutual interest was there between you and Bokuto, a pull towards one another, but the awkwardness of having no idea who each other even were overwhelmed you and left you in silence. You wanted to talk to him more, something about him just made you want to be around him.
“Mako said you all were visiting for camp this week. You must play then?” Smooth, really smooth.
“Huh?” He started, shaking his head like he’d been in a dream before looking down at his shirt where you were pointing. “Ah, yeah! You know volleyball? Do you manage with Mako? Are you new this year?”
“I do not, but I’m familiar with the sport.” You responded vaguely to his onslaught of questions, not trying to let onto anything one way or the other. “Fukurodani...You guys went to nationals last year, yeah?”
“We did!” He said, eyes somehow lighting up even more than they had before. “One of my good buddies Akaashi is our setter, he’s so awesome, and I’m-”
“I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re already bragging?” The smooth voice of Bokuto’s friend returning dragged your attention away momentarily.
“Did Rumi turn you down?” You smirked with a raised eyebrow, knowing exactly how the conversation probably went.
“Brutally.” Kuroo chuckled.
Bokuto straightened up, looking like a scolded puppy. “She asked about the camp and I was just saying-”
“I’m sure it was brought up so organically,” Kuroo rolled his eyes, slinging an arm over Bokuto’s shoulders and leaning down closer to talk to you. “Did he also casually bring up the fact he’s a top five ace in the country?”
You looked up to Bokuto with knowing eyes, “I’m well aware of who he is.”
“Well, I mean-” Bokuto began to talk, stumbling over his words a little bit but never losing that air of pride he held. After a moment he stopped, realizing what you had said. “You what?”
“I don’t live under a rock,” You laughed at him, shifting positions to rest your chin in your hand like you were deep in thought. “It’s a real crime they didn’t put you in the top three, in my opinion, although I guess after Interhigh and how Ojiro-kun performed you can’t deny he deserved to be moved up.”
Bokuto and Kuroo stared at you for a moment. You were waiting for the points to click, for each of them to realize why exactly you knew so much about volleyball beyond just being friends with Daiki. When it didn’t seem like the connection was going to happen, you let out a soft laugh.
“But top five is really impressive!” You said, unconsciously reaching out to grab Bokuto’s arm and ever so slightly squeezing the muscles under your hand flexed and tensed, but when you saw the look in his eyes you could tell he was anything but uncomfortable. “Definitely the highest ranking player I personally know… At least for guys.” You added the last bit of your statement with a shrug, like an afterthought.
Bokuto practically preened with satisfaction at that point.
You’d normally be turned off by someone so completely oblivious to the things you were saying, but the boy in front of you held an endearing aspect about him. It could also be because of the look of pride he had when you complimented him, like the words you were saying specifically were what he had been searching for the entire time.
You felt a rhythmic buzzing in the pocket of your bag as Bokuto and Kuroo started to pick up another conversation. Studying the screen of your phone for a moment before answering, you turned away slightly from the two boys. Bokuto’s hand grazed your arm as you stepped away, the feeling of his eyes lingering on you from behind was something you also noticed.
“Hi Eiji,” You greeted into the device. “...Seriously? Ah shit, no... no. Tell her no, I’m leaving now.”
You appreciated that they quieted their conversation as you were on the phone, but the thumping of the party music really made no difference. The call was short and you looked up to each of them as you ended it with a heavy sigh.
You turned back to the two guys, a calm but mildly frazzled look on your face. “If you see Rumi, can you tell her I left?”
“Yeah, of course” Kuroo waved a hand in front of his face, brushing off your request like it was nothing.
You gave his arm a gentle squeeze in thanks, then turning to Bokuto. “It was really good to meet you.”
You started to attempt making your way through the thick mass of bodies crowding around the house when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist lightly and pull you back.
“We barely got to talk,” Golden eyes stared down at you, showing a little bit of sadness mixed with an odd amount of excitement. “Can I get your number or something?”
“Ah, ha.” You laughed, reaching up and patting his cheek with a wink of your eye. “We’ll probably see each other again sooner than you think.”
At that you turned, having spotted Rumi distantly in the crowd and making your way to her. You couldn’t help but laugh with her as the two of you made your way around the house to leave the party, Bokuto swore he could hear Rumi say something along the lines of “He seriously had no idea?” and you simply shrugged and let out a big belly laugh as you waved a hand back at him over the crowd.
Not a moment later, Daiki returned looking to where both Kuroo and Bokuto’s eyes were watching your retreating forms. “I’m actually shocked she came out tonight,” He let out a chuckle and shook his head, “But I guess I would want to celebrate as much as I could, too.”
Bokuto slowly turned away, eyes not leaving your figure until you were well out of sight. “Whaddya mean?” He mumbled, mind still clouded with thoughts of this strange girl he met.
“Seriously?” Daiki asked, face scrunching up in disbelief as he took a drink from the cup he was holding. “You didn’t recognize either of them?”
Bokuto simply shook his head while Kuroo seemed to finally come to the realization. “No shit,” He mumbled, looking back in the direction you and Rumi disappeared to.
“What?” Bokuto asked, desperate to get some clarity.
“(Y/n) and Rumi both start on the girl’s team at Shinzen,” Daiki said slowly, both to humor Bokuto and because of the alcohol he was continuing to consume. “They, like… just won Interhigh. (y/n) is top rank-”
Daiki’s voice was lost in the shuffle of Bokuto’s mind. He felt like an idiot. He watched that game, how did he not recognize you?
Imagine Sugawara with an super allergic girlfriend, like any new smell or change of ambience triggering it
She suffers from endless sneezing and snot, intense headache and her face gets very puffy and all that can last for days
Koushi is always very worried about it because it can leave her feeling badly sick, sometimes even incapable of doing anything without pausing every 3 minutes to blow her nose
Her eyes also get very puffy and watery
So he tries to help a lot, like vacuuming the whole house and brushing the pets (if you guys have any) everyday after work to try not to trigger much the allergy
Sometimes he will beg you to rest and take a day off work because your head hurt so much it’s clear that you’re not even thinking straight
“Baby, your face is so puffy it looks so painful” while hugging you and gently holding your face in his hands
Gives you hundred bottles of water to keep hydrated
If you don’t feel like leaving the house to do groceries or other needs, Sugawara will not hesitate going alone and bringing some things for you
He will definitely do massages with those cold ice rollers on your face because he heard it helps and it will get you to sleep, it’s just so gentle and relaxing
When you can’t sleep because of the stuffed nose and extreme headache, he won’t be able to sleep too
Feels extremely relieved when he hears your snores
To be honest there’s not much he can do because an allergy is an allergy but he will do his best to make your life easy while you’re suffering with it
If you can’t eat because of how sick you feel, Koushi will 100% try to distract you and get you to eat something
When you notice, you already ate a protein bar or a fruit
And if you feel like you won’t be able to keep it down, Sugawara will gently tie your hair up (if you have a long hair or it’s getting in the way) and keep cold air coming to your face to cool you down and keep the nausea at bay
When you’re finally feeling better, he will bring you to your favourite places, get your favourite foods and engage in activities you love
Because his babe is finally doing well and he couldn’t be any happier
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Notes: guys I did most parts of this post from my phone so I really hope there’s no problems on it. Also, I’m suffering from a HEAVY allergy so I’ll probably do small posts for a while until I recover. And I love Sugawara I wanna marry him
Tobio was spending his days as a Professional Volleyball Player in Italy. Becoming a pro at only 18 years old was actually really impressive and all the technical staff of Ali Roma were very happy having him with them now at 20 years old. There, he got access to top training and services for athletes, and that included Pilates classes weekly. The instructor was a very young woman, extremely friendly and a good communicator that took only seconds to show and teach players the machines and how to use them. The first sessions were difficult for Kageyama but Y/n was very attentive and helped him achieve what the exercises were targeting, both in particular and group classes.
After 3 weeks of being part of the team, the medical staff called him for a physical evaluation which was strange since he had done one when he just got to the group, which was not long ago. But he went there anyway. In the medic room he encountered specialists on injury prevention and injury recovery that did some exams and tests on him.
“I think Y/n’s suspicions were right” — one of the specialists said.
“Yeah, she is definitely a wonderful professional”
Tobio had a shoulder injury, nothing major but the early recovery and corrective work prevented it from getting worse and eventually forcing him to stay out of volleyball. He was glad the staff, or more so Y/n, had identified an injury with such precision, because it could cost him his career or at least long months without volley and probably chronic pain for the rest of his life.
That same week, he encountered Y/n in one of the halls.
“Hi, Y/n! Good morning”.
“Good morning, Kageyama. How are you doing?” — she softly smiles at him.
“Well, I’ve been here almost everyday after what you reported to the staff” — he tries to reciprocate the smile, although it was a bit awkward.
“They will do a great job, you’ll recover as quickly as possible. And it’s also nothing serious enough to get you out of court”
“I’m just wondering how you identified that with such precision just after a few sessions” — Tobio sounded so admiring she couldn’t help but laugh.
“I just noticed how some of your right arm joints were doing movements that looked like they were trying to compensate for shoulder instability. It was very subtle but it’s part of my job”
“That’s… very impressive”
“Not more than your plays I must say”
“Hum… Thank you” — he was blushing, his face felt hot, incredibly hot. He just turned around and left, without even saying bye.
—
After that, the team’s staff made sure to book more private pilates sessions for Tobio, since it would be efficient in preventing new injuries and speeding up the recovery of his shoulder.
The classes were done at night, after he spends his days training, doing weight work and having some free time. Y/n was incredibly kind to him and always asked if some exercises brought him pain or some discomfort. He then would wait for her to tidy up the machines and equipment because she was the responsible for locking up the club's facility being the last staff to exit.
One day, Tobio decided to try his luck. After the class ended, he asked if she wanted to grab some coffee. He knew it was risky, she could deny it and then all would be so awkward from now on, ruining their friendship. But he liked her so much that he needed to take the first step. She agreed, and his smile couldn't be any brighter.
They went to a small cafeteria where he learned her favourite coffee is iced latte. He paid for the drinks without even hesitating and they stayed there for a good 15 minutes that oscillated between a comforting silence and interesting talks. Still, he noticed how often she would look at her phone screen or go through her chats like she was expecting something.
After that, they said goodnight and Kageyama took the bus to his apartment, while she entered her car and went to wherever her home is.
—
He thought he was doing well and that maybe after a few more “dates” he could confess, and that maybe, maybe she would say yes. But that’s not what happened. The next sessions happened in strange silence and only professional remarks. Her smile had dropped and did not reach her eyes. She looked at her phone screen too much and he could see it light up every 3 seconds with new notifications. She rushed after the classes were done, did everything to avoid him and went to her car quickly. Her Instagram profile became private.
Did he do something wrong? Was he too fast forward? It can’t be, he never meant to overwhelm her in any way. So, he decided to pay attention to her, she would probably leave any signs as to why she changed so much.
And Tobio noticed, a lot.
Y/n was not hanging out with the team anymore, everything was strictly professional. After wins, she wouldn’t go with them for drinks, always saying she was busy but he knew (because she told him) that besides the work with the team she had nothing to do rather than just go home and sleep. She looked obsessed with her phone screen because of how much she looked at it. But the most concerning of them all is that Y/n stopped spending much time in the club anymore, she just did what was needed and then went somewhere else.
But then it got worse, much much worse.
Tobio was waiting in the pilates room for his night session with her, and from what it seems she was at least 30 minutes late. He tried calling but it went straight to the voice mail. After an hour, that was when the class was scheduled to end, he informed other staff members that also had no idea why she didn’t show up. That night, none of them got any information on why she decided to skip work but they continued trying the next morning. Y/n eventually picked up the phone and profusely apologised for missing the class. She didn’t give any excuses, just said sorry for all the staff and sent a message for Kageyama also apologising for all the trouble.
He didn’t care about trouble or anything like that, he just wanted to know if she was okay.
—
The response to that concern came quickly. Two days later, Tobio had yet another class with her, and although he arrived earlier than her, she at least came. But when she entered that room, Kageyama had the first heartbreak of his still quite short life.
Her hair was down, but she always used to have it up. Baggy clothes that covered almost everything. But it was the look at her face that told him everything he should know. She was trying her best not to cry and break down in front of him.
He decided not to comment on it, at least not for the first minutes when he started to do the exercises. She was very flatten, not joking, not laughing. Her voice held no emotion and her body language no enthusiasm. At the end of the session, when they were starting to go home, he knew he couldn’t let her slip. Not when she showed up. Not when she showed up like this.
“Look, Y/n, I don’t know what’s happening and I don’t have to know if you don’t want to but… it’s okay to ask for help, really. There are a lot of people here that love you and your work and would not even hesitate to help if there’s anything wrong”. — Tobio felt like he just got rid of a burden that was heaving on him by saying those words. He tried to sound as gentle and less intimidating as possible but she needed to know that calling out for help was an option.
“Tobio… I’m grateful but there are things that are made to be personal”
“Did he get aggressive?”
“What?”
“Your boyfriend, did he hit you?”
“What are you asking?”
“That is exactly my question”
“Let’s… There’s no reason to talk about that” — and there it was, the first tears spilling out her eyes.
“Y/n, I really want to help you but I need you to accept it, to recognise you deserve and you need help”
For the first time, she didn’t argue back and just nodded at his words.
That night, Tobio called a locksmith that changed the locks of her apartment, he convinced her to block all her boyfriend’s (or ex-boyfriend) social media and channels that he could communicate with her. And then they waited, both of them. Kageyama made her tea and a good meal, and when that bastard got the courage to knock on her apartment door, he was met with a tall intimidating volleyball player that told him to fuck off.
Later that day she told him that her ex was always manipulative, telling her what clothes she should wear or when or if she could go outside somewhere. She always needed permission. And all worsened when he noticed she had grabbed coffee with someone, probably from her work. And that made Tobio even more angry with that guy and protective of her.
The team and staff got to know it all and they (gently) begged her to go to therapy, which she did. And although they wanted to celebrate and be loud and always let her know that she was loved, they didn’t want to be overwhelming.
Kageyama always texted her several times a day to make sure her crazy ex didn’t come looking for her. If he did, Kageyama would be at her side in a second.
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It took her months to be back to herself, to know that it’s okay to be independent and there’s nothing wrong with having male friends, having work friends and hanging out with people that are not your partner. Her therapist She was bright, relaxed, happy again, and for Tobio, she was the prettiest girl in the world.
And so it was just another night at a cafeteria, he was the first to enter ordering his coffee and an iced latte. His shoulder had already healed but he kept the night Pilates classes that he recognised did wonders for his athletic performance. Y/n was waiting for him after picking a table.
“Here, your iced latte”
“Thank you, Tobio” — she replied with the most genuine smile.
He didn’t make small talk that night.
“Y/n… I really really like you. And I know things weren’t great for you in your past relationship, I saw it all. But… I must ask, and we can take this very slowly and respect your boundaries but do you want to be my girlfriend?” — his face was as red as the first time he met her in that hall.
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notes: I don't know how I feel about this really, but I tried not to put much details to it. It's a love and hate relationship. Anyway, this plot had been on my mind for a few days now and I decided to write it down. Tobio just couldn't stop thinking about her it was concerning, I also imagine that Y/n in this story would 100% be his first LOVE, so he would do anything for her and seeing that situation made him want to help her with everything he could. Oh, also that Oikawa fic pt2 is already being written and will probably be posted tomorrow.
you had never been happier for the downpour that started, forcing you and daichi to take cover from the makeshift picnic spot on the hood of his old mustang.
sawamura daichi x male reader
warnings: e for explicit, 18+, car sex
word count: 2579
notes: this was originally posted to my ao3 account. i had "somewhere in my car" playing lowkey as inspo, and i see his car as an old 1965 mustang but like...none of it really matters I guess. will be reuploading this one more time in the queue as a daisuga fic! female reader is already up!
You had never been happier for the downpour that started, forcing you and Daichi to take cover from the makeshift picnic spot on the hood of his old mustang. Don’t get you wrong, you loved his spontaneous dates but a 10pm picnic date on his car in a random empty parking lot out in the country after failing a chemistry test wasn’t your best idea of fun. It had started out innocent enough, bottles of nonalcoholic juice poured into plastic cups as he fed you bits of cheese as you ranted about how unfair the test was and how long you had studied.
He had stared adoringly at you in-between bits of food, as you both ignored the distance rumbles of thunder that moved in a lot quicker than you had expected. His plans had been to stargaze with you as he admitted, but the cloud cover had ruined the plan, so you had been simply enjoying the company of each other until it started to pour. You both barely had time to recognize what was about to start as two, large drops hit both of you between the sky opened up. Curses left his lips as the two of you rushed to clean up the mess stuffing it the best you could before as rain drenched the both of you, he had stopped you before you could fully dive into the car, pulling you into his arms as he kissed you harshly, rain pouring down both of your faces as water stuck the two of you together before he opened the passenger door, pushing you in and shutting it before running around to the other side for himself. As he slid into his car, ignoring the “No Wet Clothes” rule he had for the old leather as clothes stuck to both of your figures, giggles leaving your lips as water pinned both of your hair down, long strands falling into his face as he pushed it back.
As he looked up at you, you couldn’t help but gaze adoringly back at him. “I’m sorry…this was not at all what I planned.” He apologized, and you grinned back at him. “It was perfect, Daichi.” You promised, reaching back to brush water from his cheek. He tenderly leaned into your touch, as you cupped his face. He smiled softly before he turned, pressing a kiss to your palm before he leaned forward catching your lips in a soft kiss as the rain drummed steadily against the exterior of the old mustang. As you kissed him back, hand moving to brace lightly against his chest his own hands moved from his lap, to find their way into your hair, fisting it lightly as you gasped softly. Your eyelashes fluttered lightly as his tongue ran against your bottom lip asking for entrance which you granted him eagerly. As his tongue ran against yours, you moaned softly into his open mouth which he took as permission to pull you in tighter to him.
After a moment, you broke apart both panting lightly. The glow of the lone streetlight lit up the car interior, despite the fogged-up windows from your breathing and you couldn’t help but admire how pretty he looked under it. He nudged his head towards the backseat, “Do you want…?” he questioned softly, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid as you licked your lips his eyes darting down to them as you nodded softly.
He shifted then, bringing his seat forward slightly before he pushed up, maneuvering into the backseat ungracefully his large frame making the movement awkward. Your hand covered your mouth as you giggled at the sight, even as he looked up at you a smile clear on his face and he held out a hand, “Well come on my Prince, I’d like to see you do better.” He stated a laugh in his voice even as you took it copying his movements climbing back to straddle his legs. “You sure this is okay?” You whispered and at his confused look, you made a soft gesture to the exterior and he smiled, “No one comes out here really. Besides horny kids, and good boyfriends trying to make a cute date before the weather fucks it up.” He promised drawing a laugh from you as your cupped his face, leaning forward to kiss his lips lightly as his hands moved to your hips. “I think you still might fall into that first category.” You whispered against his lips, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the glint in his eyes as he leaned forward to nip at your lip. “Oh absolutely, I never said I didn’t.” He teased, hands running up your shirt, against your skin before he grabbed your shirt and pulled it up over your head as you laughed.
His hands spread across your skin, admiring the glow of your skin underneath the lighting even as you grabbed his shirt, pulling it up over his head also forcing him to move his hands to take it off. You leaned forward pressing a kiss to his collarbone, moving up his neck as he rolled his head to the side for your access. His hands own hands returning to your chest, running lightly over the skin before looking up at you with an arched eyebrow. “Have I told you how good you look?”
You shrugged, heats flushing slightly at his intense glaze. “I always wanna look good for you,” You admitted, and his lips dropped in mock shock. “Y/N, and you called me a horny kid.” He teased and you rolled your eyes leaning forward to kiss him as his own hands moved to your back, gently scraping down it as you shivered pressing your chest firmly into his as he laughed, nipping at your skin.
His hands moved to the front, fingers brushing over your nipples, rolling over the buds lightly before tugging them at them making a soft gasp escape your mouth as your arched up into the touch. His mouth fell to your chest sucking a mark into the skin first at the top of your chest and then moving down your nipple running his tongue along it as you gasped his name, hips rocking softly against his and the growing bulge in the man's pants.
He continued to play with your chest, alternating between the sides until you where whimpering his name, begging for his touch in other places. Finally, he relented, grasping you tightly as he laid you down on the seat as he moved to undo your button on your pants kissing his way down before tugging your pants and underwear off in one smooth movement. No matter how many times the captain had seen your body naked, you still couldn’t help but blush at his intense glaze as his hands ran down your stomach to your awaiting cock. His head dipped down, pressing a kiss to the head of it before he licked stripe up the shaft even as you gasped attempting to pull away at the sensation. His hands moved quickly, gripping your hips preventing your movement as his eyes flicked up to lock on yours as he shifted further back to take you firmly into his mouth as you trembled.
Mouth opening in a silent “O” as his tongue ran firmly against length, bobbing his head up and down the length as you moaned out his name, a hand reaching down to grip his hair firmly as your hips pressed up against his hands where they held you steady on the seat. He paused, pulling off with a soft pop long enough to reach up to the front, pulling out a bottle of lube and a spare condom from the glovebox before he returned to his position in between your legs. A soft pop sounded from the bottle as he popped it open, drizzling it on his fingers before he leant back sucking your cock into his mouth with one hand while the other one moved to circle your hole before lightly pressing in with a finger as you gasped, falling silent in surprise at the sudden intrusion. “So tight for me, Y/N.” He purred out in between suckling on the head of your dick, “What did I do to deserve this?” He questioned adding another finger, stroking up onto your walls even as you moaned. “Feel so good, can’t wait to fuck you. Listen to all those noises you’re making, are they for me Y/N?”
Your free hand came up to cover your own mouth and he halted his movements. “No baby, I wanna hear you.” He insisted and as you nodded your response you reluctantly pulled your own arm away and he continued his movement head dipping down to continue to suck you off much to your own delight at the sensation. “Dai,” you whimpered out. “Please, I can’t…I’m so close.” You admitted and his own dark eyes flicked up to you.
“That’s it, baby. I wanna hear you, feel you, taste you. Come on now, cum for me.” He purred out, tongue continuing to flick across your head, fingers curling up into your most sensitive spot as you gasped for him. Back arching up from the seat as you cried out his name as you reached your peak, his fingers and mouth continuing to work until you were flinching away from begging him to stop. As he finally pulled away, he wiped his chin on his arm even as you blushed at the appearance of him. His hands fell to his own pants as you sat up, legs still weak underneath you, your hands knocking his aside as you undressed him. His hips lifted as you tugged his jeans and boxers down, eyes falling to his cock which slapped against his stomach, twitching as you freed it from the confines.
You shifted, laying down on the seat as you wrapped your hand around the shaft leaning forward to lick up the side softly as his head lolled back softly on to the headrest of the seat as you took him gently in your mouth sucking on it as his hips flinched upwards, a hand falling lightly to the back of your head reassuring you of your movements as he gently kept your hair from your face. “Baby, you’re so perfect. Feel so good for me,” he purred out from gritted teeth as his stomach contracted as you continued you to bob your head up and down his length as he continued the verbal praise.
As you continued to lick and slurp up and down his length, he suddenly let out a hiss, gripping your hair tightly, “Wait, fuck Y/N gotta stop that for me baby. No, wait, stop actually, shit, that’s- I wait…Y/N, baby please.” His voice was strained even as his hips continued to lightly thrust up into your mouth until you finally pulled off with a soft pop as he moaned again.
“Gotta stop that, or I won’t last.” He admitted, “Too good at that.” He teased, stroking your face lightly before he shifted, reaching for the condom he originally had set aside, opening it carefully as he rolled it down his length, drizzling more lube onto his hand as he coated it thoroughly before he winked at you, lightly tapping his thigh inviting you forward. As you moved to straddle his hips, one hand found your hips helping you line himself up to you as you sunk down with a soft sigh.
His brow was furrowed tightly in consideration, as he carefully watched your face for any discomfort before he gently gripped your hips with both hands. Finding no signs of pain, he gently rolled his hips up into you, eyes locking with your Brown ones as your hips mirrored his. Your hands moved to his face, cupping it as you kissed him as you both continued to roll your hips together, soft gasps and noises falling from both of your lips in between kisses as you rode him.
One of his hands left the bruising grips on your thigh, to instead reach down, wrapping around your cock, giving it slow strokes in time with your thrusts as you moaned into his mouth. “Dai, that feels so good.” You whispered and he hummed, forehead bumping against yours as he continued his own slow thrusts up into you. “Mind if we switch positions?” he questioned softly, and you nodded shifting to move off him as his hands moved to grab your ass, cupping it lightly as he shifted you to instead lay across the seat underneath him where he could easily thrust into you.
You gasped at the new position, this one hitting all the right spots inside you as your hands struggled to find purchase, one gripping tightly to his back and the other bracing against the window, fingers sliding down the glass leaving marks you knew would be visible the next time anyone examined it too closely. Still, as your fingers dug into the skin on his back, it only spurred him on further as his thrusts sped up hand still wrapped around you in time with his strokes as his head dipped down to suck on the skin he could find, leaving marks which would be tender for days.
A soft sob left your lips, at the mix of sensations as Daichi continued the assault of pleasure on your body. From his tight-lipped, “Hmmm?” of acknowledgment, and furrowed brow you knew he was getting close, his thrusts occasionally stuttering as he lost rhythm at the sensation, “Baby, Y/N, I’m so close.” He admitted ducking his head to press a kiss into your shoulder as his thumb sped up as you arched up into him. “Oh wait, fuck Dai, just like that.” You managed to gasp out as he continued the unrelenting pace, the bubble in your stomach growing as your head tossed back baring your neck for him.
“Feel so good around me, so fuckin’ tight Y/N. Just like that baby, say my name.” He encouraged pressing a soft kiss to your jaw even as you gasped around him, “I can’t-“ you started and he tsked, nipping your lip softly. “Yes, you can, cum for my baby boy. That’s it Y/N. Cum for me.” He crooned finger holding the same pace even as you twitched under him, a soft cry escaping your lip as your fingers dug into his back leaving half-crescent shapes along his back he knew his team would tease him about the next day, but as you came around him he couldn’t find himself caring as you spasmed around him crying out his name, coating both your chests with your cum as you came from the sensation.
He cursed softly, burying his head once again in your neck as he gently bit down as his hips stilled inside you, fingers still rubbing your cock, working you through your orgasm until you were pushing his hand away from oversensitivity. As you both laid there, his body draped unceremoniously across you, you both focused on each other’s breathing as you softly drew circles onto his skin listening to the rain continuing to pound on the roof although it had slacked off a bit. After a moment, he had pulled back, sliding off the used condom and setting it down on the floor to dispose of before he laid back down, head in the valley of your chest as you played with his hair.
The air was hot, and sticky. The windows thoroughly fogged up from your heavy breathing, and as you watched raindrop roll down the window, Daichi reached up. Drawing a crude “DS +” on the window, he paused looking back at you before you reached up filling in your own initials so it read “DS + (Initals)” before he continued making a soft heart around it as you giggled at the mushy gesture, pulling his face up to kiss you lightly. “I love you Daichi Sawamura.” You admitted, rubbing your nose against his and he grinned back into you, “I love you too Y/N L/N.”
