#sugawara x reader

[feppydoodles]

i like to eat eat eat opples and bononos I like to eat eat eat epples and benenes 🍎

[rrk-r]

You were chilling in the living room when an idea crossed your mind. You grin, already holding back a laugh as you hear your fiancé walking down the stairs.

“Babe, can you grab me a drink?” You ask not looking up from your phone.

“I shall cherish my wife” He grins to himself. (what a dork)

“Fiancé,” You correct him, giving him a ‘haha, I know that makes you mad’ look. He catches your gaze before turning around to open the fridge.

“Whatever makes my wife happy” You can see his hand and forearm muscles clenching from the grip on the fridge handle.

He walks up to you, handing you the drink you asked for.

“Good boy,” You say, biting back a laugh the moment you see his face.

He looks at you then quickly around the room for any camera or someone who could possibly see what he is about to do-

He giggles, GIGGLES. Before he quickly masks it with a forced cough. He clears his throat twice and fixes his hair.

“Mind saying that again?” Your jaw hits the floor.

“Excuse you?”

“I didn't quite.. hear you” he repeats, fixing his collar and standing up straighter. You try.. Really try not to laugh… or cry. Because this man looks adorable. He has a cheeky smile, his dimples showing up.. his hands in front of him. You can almost see him rocking on his feet from excitement.

“Ah.. wait, if I get you another thing, you will repeat it?” he doesn't wait for your response; he's already moving. He walks in and out of the kitchen, a snack his hand. He gently, like it's a secret, places it beside you.

Your fiancé takes a step back, admiring his “work”. He raises his eyebrows, smiling and waiting for you to say it.

You look at the snack.. back at him. This man.. You think to yourself. He's so stupid..

He clears his throat, gesturing with his hand to continue, still smiling.

“Oh right, forgive me. Thank you” He quickly shakes his head.

“The other thing” You squint your eyes at him.

“Thank you, my beloved husband..?” He shakes his head again.

“Not that.. I mean, I like it, but the other thing you said earlier.” You sigh in defeat, opening the bag of chips.

“You're serious? You want me to really, really call you that? Isn't it embarrassing?” He groans before walking towards you on the couch and sits down in front of you. His chin on top of your knee, arms wrapped around your legs.

“Please?” He pouts. POUTS. THIS GROWN ASS MAN-

“Ugh.. fine.” You reach your hand and pet his hair gently. “Good boy” You cringe but laugh shortly after when he licks your knee.

“EW! STOP!” The sound of your laughter and squirming away from him fills the room.

“Say it again” He laughs too, crawling on top and pushing you down on the couch, trappong you under his body weight.

“No” You try to sound serious, but fail miserably. “DON'T!” You squirm again, as he starts tickling you.

“PLEASEEE, SAY IT AGAIN” he laughs, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, hiding his OBVIOUS blush on his face.

“Maybe on our wedding night”

a/n: He couldn't wait till then.. sorry not sorry.

I love being delusional sm ꈍ◡ꈍ

edit:I wrote snake instead of snack..

[aryaryxoxo]

These Haikyuu men have been secretly watching the cute sports reporter from the sidelines for a while now, always catching glimpses of her interviewing players after matches. So when he finally gets to be the one she’s interviewing? Oh, he's blushing hard.

He’s trying his absolute best to answer all her questions seriously—maintaining eye contact, throwing in a few jokes to impress her—when suddenly, bam! His rascal of a teammate dumps an entire gallon of cold water on him as part of their post-game tradition… but it splashes all over her too.

He immediately turns to his teammate like, “Are you serious right now?” before scolding them on the spot. “She’s working! What is wrong with you?” he snaps, before turning to her, flustered and apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry about that. Get her a towel. Now.”

When they bring it over, these Haikyuu men takes it himself and gently starts wiping the water from her face, mumbling something like, “You okay?” while giving her a small, nervous smile. He doesn’t even realize they’re still being filmed.

Trying to save face, he grins and says, “How about this—let me make it up to you. You can write an entire article about me… over coffee?”

Later that night, he’s sprawled out on his bed, still in his team hoodie, phone in one hand and a lazy grin on his face as he watches the viral clip of himself smiling like an idiot while gently dabbing her face with a towel for the tenth time. The comment section is wild—some are teasing, some are shipping, and some are dead serious about wanting to see them together.

Then his phone pings.

You: how about tomorrow lunch time? 😊

Hinata, Atsumu, Bokuto, Sugawara, Kageyama, Oikawa, Tsukishima (i have favoritism), Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Daichi, Tendou, Kenma, Ushijima (i have favoritism part 2), any other hq men you love

[ughhvix]

☆ when did you get... hot?

─ a haikyuu fanfic // suddenly... they got hot?!

synopsis: years later, you find yourself fucking the karasuno men... and you cannot help but ask one question: when did they get so hot?! pairing: afab! reader x aged! up hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, tuskishima kei, tadashi yamaguchi, daichi sawamura, sugawara koushi, ryunosuke tanaka. cw: MDNI. CONTAINS MAJOR SMUT. NOT PROOFREAD! nsfw includes: penetration. cunnilingus. blowjob. dry-humping. fingering. brother's bsf trope. cheating. office sex. power imbalance. dubcon. on-duty fucking?? fwb. "teaching" sex. prostitution. male and female orgasms. rough smex(???). old m.list. | new m.list.

✮⋆˙ hinata shoyo!

i'm back. ten thirty, hotel lovebomb. you blink at the text. you immediately rub your thighs together at the thought of him, the thought of going to fuck your brother's best friend.

"my god, shoyo." you groan, raking your nails down the pro-athlete's sculpted back. his tanned skin, courtesy of brazil, smacks against your ass with lecherous plaps! the fat of your ass and thighs jiggle, prompting the athlete to grasp handfuls of your body and knead it under his firm grip.

shoyo groans, holding onto your body as he fucks into your pliant cunt from behind. his breath is short, punctuated with ragged moans that remind you of what you two are doing - fucking in a nameless motel somewhere before the japanese citizens even know he's back.

you meet his thrusts backwards, rolling your hips to match his frenzied, enthusiastic rhythm. his chest presses to your back and he snakes a strong hand around your waist to hold you firmly.

you gasp, feeling the pressure of his hold on your tummy. his weighted grasp, along with his unyielding thrusts make your knees go weak. you feel your cunt spasm against his length, contracting out pulses that only serve to lure him into fucking you better and harder and faster.

you feel his washboard abs press against your back, feel the muscles of his bicep tick as he holds you close. his breath is hot against your neck, his weight delicious against your slack body. you feel all blood rush down your body, leaving you delirious and fucked-out.

"fuck, shoyo." you groan helplessly as he grinds his cock into your gummy walls with endless stamina, "when- when did you... get so fuckin' hot?!"

shoyo laughs from behind you, something boyish and irresponsible, "probably brazil."

"th-thank brazil."

✮⋆˙ kageyama tobio!

the last time you saw the infamous king of the court, you were tutoring him for english. he fucked up that test, and you never bothered teaching him again. but here he was... four years later, with a new lesson to learn.

"slightly to the right..." you moan, breathlessly moving his face against your cunt. his tongue licks down an experimental stripe against your fluttering bundle of nerves and you keen into his touches. your lips part, "yeah. are you sure... you wanna eat me out?"

he only nods eagerly, licking another soft stripe in the same manner.

it only takes a few minutes of adjustments before kageyama tobio proves himself to be the most adaptable man on earth. his fingers dig into your flesh, your hips are pulled hard against his handsome face, and his tongue darts across your pretty clit, pressing messy kisses to it.

"ah-hah..!" you pant, arching off the mattress as he makes a mess of your juices on his tongue. his pink, sultry muscle is quick across your cunt. it licks and nips and bites and then kisses the building ache away. he hums against you, then groans and grunts and whimpers. you feel all of him — all of his feral, borderline animalistic sounds and actions. he loses himself in you.

after making you cum the third time, you pant, droopy gaze going to rest on his flushed, sticky face. you bit down your lips, "kageyama... when did you get... hot?"

he blinks, then immediately flames at your question, tucking his face back against your pussy with a sly blush.

✮⋆˙ tsukishima kei!

not ever in your twenty-something years on earth could you guess you were going to be holed up in some rando's bedroom on a random party, gasping over the sounds of loud and trash EDM as that anti-social, middle school ex-classmate of yours, tsukishima kei, would be fucking your cunt so obscenely.

his brows bunch, rosy-lips parted as sweat trails down his sculpted cheekbones and down his pale skin. he clasps your palms in his broader ones, pinning you down easily as his mushroom tip bludgeons an impression of itself against your gummy walls.

you feel your eyes criss-cross, drooling lips part open in yet another loud moan of his name. you feel your brain turn to mush, effectively growing dumber 'n dumber with each powerful ram into your gushing pussy. you feel your jaw sag open as you gasp, "tsu-tsukki..."

"hm?" a lazy smirk pulls at his full lips as he slows his pace down, deliberately deepening each drag of his cock to give you some space to think, to breathe. his rough words are punctuated with ecstatic pants, "what's up?"

your eyes rake over his body for good measure. muscled body, rippling biceps, sharp eyes. the boy you remember from your childhood was just a tall, awkward, dry-humored fucker! never did you think that your body would be pressed against his in such an intimate dance.

you grin dopily, "when... did you get so fuckin' hot?"

tsukshima scoffs but his cheeks are dusted pink, "shut up."

✮⋆˙ tadashi yamaguchi!

"the audit... report." yamaguchi's words lose themselves somewhere between the sounds of your obscene moans and his whimpers. you cock up an eyebrow at your highschool crush, tilting your head to the side as you ask, "what about the audit report, yamaguchi?"

but he finds it so hard to speak with your foot pressing down on his cock. you're both shut in your office, with your subordinate yamaguchi biting down his lips to contain his moans as you play with his erection as if it's a toy.

pressing down on the bulge, he stutters his hips upwards. his eyes are wide, cheeks flaming as he asks, "why... why are you doing this?"

"i'm asking you for the audit report." you hum, "i'm your boss. is it not your job to get it to me?"

he gulps, eyeing down your foot as you press the heel of your feet harder into his painfully hard cock. he stammers, "i- i mean... this."

your foot moves forward and backwards over the dress slacks. you feel how painfully constricted yamaguchi is under those formal clothes of his. you tut, "think of it as a reward."

he nods without putting up a fight, his body going slack in the chair as he feels the friction build up with your movements. head tipping backwards, he fists his hands as you caress his growing bulge with erratic, hard movements.

one more stroke and yamaguchi stills, chewing on his lips as his cum wets his dress slacks. you tsk, "get me that audit report, yeah?"

yamaguchi nods, all sweaty and undone. standing up on jelly-like knees, he pulls a binder against his crotch as he begins to walk out of your cabin. you call for him and he turns. you smile, "by the way, when did you... y'know, get hot?"

his ears go red as he bows, "i- i don't know...?"

"hm." you shrug, unbothered, "that report now, please."

✮⋆˙ daichi sawamura!

taut blue uniform across his muscled body, and you all but feel your tongue loll out of your mouth like a badly-behaved dog. he grins at your state, whispering, "don't look so easy."

but it's hard not to look easy when officer daichi, your highschool ex, is pressing his hot body against you in the backseat of his government-issued police car and kissing you all mean and mouthy.

you sink down to your knees, your flesh rubbing against the carpeted floor as you tug open his uniform slacks and take his leaky, bulbous tip in your mouth. he bucks under you, groaning heavily as he fists your hair in his hand and maneuvers your head up and down his shaft. his dick is heavy in your mouth, hot as you run your tongue up and down the throbbing veins. he hisses and ruts his hips upwards into your mouth.

your nose hits the tufts of neatly-trimmed hair, eyes rolling back as your ex-boyfriend abuses your throat with short, quick thrusts of his cock inside you. air becomes scarce and you dig your nails within his uniform, tearing moon-shaped crescents into the fabric.

daichi grunts, cumming in your mouth with lazy, slow-dragged pumps. you pull off of his cock with a lewd pop! your voice is hoarse as you mumble, "what happened to my good boy, daichi? hah. when... when did you get so hot?"

daichi shrugs, tugging you upwards with a mean, sharp pull. he pulls your dress upwards as you straddle his hips. his eyes meet yours and he grins, "probably when you broke up with me."

✮⋆˙ sugawara koushi!

you blink at the man sprawling his legs open in front of you. your old highschool classmates smiles up at you, holding a hundred dollar bill as he muses, "i didn't know you got into... this business."

the neon lights of the strip-club colour you in a myriad of shades. you shrug, accepting the money and tucking it into your bra. "i didn't know you were an enjoyer of this business."

pushing him back, you grind on the man. your body hovers over his as you give him a lap dance but your warm flesh never touches his, something that clearly adheres to the rules of the establishment you work at. but sugawara is wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you down to straddle him.

you shake your head quickly, "i can't." but he laughs off your protest, "i'm clothed. you're clothed. we're not doing anything wrong."

and so, you find yourself grinding down on his erection, looping your hands across his neck for support. his erection is needy, you feel is throbbing against your hot core. your panties drench with your essence, even marking his jeans with sinful streaks of translucent lust. you both grind together, panting in each other's mouth as both of you climb your respective highs. you cum, you with a sweet moan and him with a grunt. he wets his pants with his cum, some of it transferring onto your soaked panties as well.

you smile down at him, all cashmere as you grind down on his sensitive shaft, "my, my. when did you get hot, sugawara?"

he grins back, pulling out another another hundred dollar bill, "another round?"

you tuck the bill into your bra again.

✮⋆˙ ryunosuke tanaka!

"stretch. and just breathe." tanaka whispers in your ears, holding your legs apart with one strong hand as another fucks in and out of you. you're pressed, face-first, into the gym wall as your old flame, and current personal trainer presses from behind, fucking his agile fingers deeper into your slippery, sopping pussy.

you throw your head back, clawing at the motivational wall as your moans ring loud in the closed gym. you feel his bruising erection press into your ass as he fastens his pace. his fingers curl and wiggle around your heat, making you lose your balance. trapped, immobile, between his hard body and the wall, you can't help but do anything other than cry out his name.

"ryu- nghhh fuckk-!" you moan as his other hand circles around your clit. your entire body spasms, "fu-fuck... ryu my husband's gonna be here—"

"soon?" he laughs from behind you, your words nothing but fuel for him to fuck you faster. "yeah, i'd have you cummin' again by the time he's even here."

he pulls your face back and plants a sloppy kiss across your lips. you yelp, feeling an violent orgasm brew in your stomach. with stuttering words and half-working braincells, you gulp and ask, "ryu... when did you... get so-so hot?"

"been like this since forever, baby." he laughs breathily against your lips as you feel you husband's car pull into the parking lot, "you're just slow to- hah, catch up."

a.n: NOT PROOFREAD. ALSO PLEASE ignore that all of them have always been hot, okay? enjoy the nasties mwuah mwuah! pshh, requests are open! old m.list. | new m.list.

[sugarwarachan]

random horny thoughts - hq (karasuno edition)

(･ω･)つ andy's notes: enjoy these filthy things while i pull myself out of writer's block jail

characters: ukai keishin, tsukishima kei, azumane asahi, yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koushi, sawamura daichi, tanaka ryunosuke

cws: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, cigarette smoking, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink (ukai); dacryphilia, overstimulation, degradation (tsukishima); panty-sniffing, masturbation (azumane); praise kink (yamaguchi); exhibitionism, public sex (sugawara); oral (f receiving), a MUNCH (sawamura); premature ejaculation (tanaka)

ukai’s guilty pleasure is smoking a cigarette while you give him head, the rush of nicotine spiraling up his spine as your tongue greedily laves over his weeping tip. one hand gently rests on the back of your head, lazily stroking your hair while he rocks his hips up into your throat. “keep suckin’ on it just like that, pretty girl. you know exactly what daddy likes, huh?”

tsukishima gets hard when you cry (this is like canon at this point). his goal is to get you so fucked out of your mind you can barely talk, tears streaming down your face at the combination of overstimulation and degrading filth falling from his lips: “what, the little pillow princess can’t even take dick without cryin’ now?”

azumane has the nastiest panty-sniffing problem. first time he went down on you he sucked your pussy lips through your panties until you were shivering and screaming, fabric completely soaked through. after he ripped them off and pocketed them for later, it became a habit. whenever he’s away from you, he can’t cum without huffing your scent in like a fucking dog

yamaguchi cums at the mere suggestion of praise. the first time you wrap your hands around his cock and whisper how pretty it is, he's shooting ropes of cum all over your hands and up his tummy, stuttering out an apology until you shut him up with a kiss

sugawara loves to fuck you in public. not where anyone can see you, no—he doesn’t want anyone to be able to look at you when your mouth is slack with pleasure and your eyes are up in your head—but if he can sneak off to a closet at a party or duck behind a building to fuck you up against a wall he’s doing it. claps a hand over your mouth with a mischievous smirk when you’re too loud, "darling, I thought you didn't want people to hear us?"

sawamura eats pussy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. he’s a giver, and nothing makes him harder than slinging the backs of your thighs over his shoulders and diving into your cunt. he’s sweet with it most of the time, threading his fingers with yours and lazily drawing circles over your clit, but sometimes he’s impatient to feel your cute little hole gush on his tongue and manhandles you up onto his face where he can lick you until you scream

tanaka almost always prematurely ejaculates if you’re making out with him on his lap. if you’re in a skirt and the slowly dampening heat of your pussy starts throbbing against him—man is GONE. he drags you over and over his cock, head thrown back against the couch, something almost like a whimper escaping his throat—"fuck angel - ’s not fuckin’ fair for ya to feel this good"

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[ichxraaa]

— the idea of sugawara kōshi being a freak with the kindest smile and a pierced cock haunts me ｡𖦹°‧ᥫ᭡

mdni!

sugawara sensei, you sweet coworker, kind, polite, he listens to his students concerns and actually cares. you've heard the advice he gives out when he thinks no one is watching, how encouraging he can be. he helps the old teachers with the stuff they can't no longer do, like running extra errands for them; he's specially sweet to the elderly teacher who is about to retire, hana-san, a sweet woman who lost his husband and sugawara always takes the time to walk to her car. 

sweet sugawara sensei and the slight crush you might have been denying cause it's not worth pursuing it because you'll be switching schools soon enough anyway, sweet sugawara sensei whose kind eyes have been eyeing you all night as you and the rest of your coworkers take a few drinks at the local izakaya.

you can feel the heat of his gaze as he takes a long sip of his beer, his dark penetrating eyes not missing a bit of the way you absentmindedly lick the rim of your glass.

sweet sugawara sensei turning out to be not so sweet once he has you back in his apartment, tongue rough and harsh as he presses your back against the wall, fingers desperate and firm on their grip at the nape of your head, angling your face in the perfect way as he kisses you, he's rutting into you with the desperation of a hungry animal, drinking in the way you moan at the way his other hand has begun teasing your nipples. 

his mouth is devoid of that sweet patience, now he is pure filth and an edge of dark intent. "how pretty".

his hands find the warmth of your pussy, and his eyes glint with the eager mischief of man who has been thinking about bending you over his lap since the day he first laid eyes on you. 

his fingers are cold when they meet with the damp heat of your core. "you're already so wet for me, do you have any idea how much I've been wondering what kind of face you'd make when I finally got my hands on you?"

his thumb softly caresses your bud, a soft tentative touch that has your aching core throbbing and makes you arch into his touch, his eyes light up at the sight, utterly enjoying how sensitive you are.

when he takes his cock out of his pants you can't help the surprised gasp, he doesn't only have the prettiest cock you've ever seen, but it curves upwards in a delicious way and the thick vein at the underside throbs with excitement. but that's not what makes you gasp, is the shiny metal piece on the tip of his head, the prince albert kind if your little knowledge on the topic is not failing you. 

sweet sugawara sensei who smiles at you so warmly, teasing your clit as he rubs the cold metal against your clit, fingers digging at the soft flesh of your waist for leverage as he completely savors the way you unravel at his pace, at his teasing. "do you like the way that feels? I had a feeling—" his voice, so driven and low against your ear halts, the friction of your wet folds tugging at the sensitive head of his cock making him lose his breath for a second, your hips are moving on their own, trying to match his pace and retrieve the lost friction, sugawara’s eyes darken and the small chuckle he lets out sounds like a threat; god, you are so hot. 

"i can't wait to see what kind of face you'll make once I'm in deep inside you, you gonna be able to take it, right?"

you nod, too hazed out by the perfect stimulation and the perfect assault at your nipples by his calloused fingers. 

sweet sugawara sensei who seems to not be so sweet anymore, his mouth is an obscene declaration of all his perversions and his tongue is salacious on his marking intent.

"i think you can beg" you hold onto his shoulders trying to find some leverage from the way he keeps rubbing against your aching clit, you look out for his face. your lips finding his again, unable to keep listening to his words without giving into his demands; you have the terrifying feeling he would be able to make good on his threats. 

he lets you hide your moan on the wet kiss you're sharing, he doesn't mind waiting, he doesn't mind taking his time, actually, he is really looking forward to being able to take his sweet time with you, drive you to the point when you can no longer hide, when you'll be sobbing and begging from the stretch of his cockkmolding you around his cadence, around his size, until all you can see and think about is him.

“you’re going to look so pretty when i finally have you begging”.

[kiyuhai]

Comparing Hand sizes !

note. #hell yeah would want to do this to whoever i’ll end up dating pre-rs like fr. I can't flirt for shit, but you know… feat. Sugawara Koushi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Osamu Miya

Sugarawa Koushi

You were supposed to be studying. Well, you were studying. Around five minutes ago, but now you’re bored, and your attention has gone from playing with your pen to just looking around the room. Until your gaze falls on Sugawara's hands, and you find yourself staring. 

“Kou.” You tap his wrist, and he looks up from his textbook. 

“Hm?” 

“Your hand’s kinda big.” 

Sugawara blinks, then laughs—soft, breathy, a little surprised. “Is that so?”

You realize what you said, and you flush slightly, already planning to backtrack, but he’s already turning his palm upward and placing it beside yours on the table like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His fingers relax. He doesn't push or tease, —just leaves it open.

The difference is… noticeable.

And somehow that makes your face hotter than it should.

“Huh,” you say, way too quietly.

Sugawara hums like he’s considering something important. Then, gently, he shifts his hand so his fingers brush against yours—measuring without actually measuring, just feeling the comparison, then he gently takes your hand, lining up your palms. His hand is definitely bigger than yours, and your heart is in your throat.

“You’re smaller than I expected,” he says casually, like he didn’t just rearrange your entire nervous system.

Then he smiles. “It’s cute.”

You immediately regret everything.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He notices before you even say anything.

“You’re doing that thing,” Kuroo says, leaning back in his chair with that irritatingly confident grin. You pause, then look at him. “What thing?”

His eyes flickers to your hand. “The staring-at-my-hand thing.”

You scoff, but you’re already caught. “I’m not— I was just—”

“Curious?” he supplies, dragging the word out like he’s entertained by you already. Before you can escape the conversation, he leans forward, elbow on the table, and casually flips his hand palm-up between you both. “Go on then,” he says. “Compare.”

You hesitate for half a second too long.

That’s all he needs.

He shifts closer, resting his hand next to yours like he’s done this a hundred times just to mess with people. His fingers are longer, warmer, and annoyingly steady.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he says, watching your expression instead of your hands.

“I’m not thinking at all,” you lie.

“Sure,” he replies, smirking.

Then—just to make things worse—he lightly hooks his pinky around yours.

“Mine’s bigger,” he adds, smug as ever.

You immediately pull away, cheeks flushing. “I think it’s obvious enough without doing that.”

Kuroo laughs like he had just figured something out, and you already know from that grin that he really did.

Osamu Miya

It’s you who brings it up, in the middle of lunchtime, but only because the silence between you two feels too comfortable to waste.

“Let me see your hand,” you say suddenly.

Osamu pauses mid-bite of his onigiri.

He stares at you. “Why?”

“I just want to.”

That seems to be enough for him. He doesn't tease, nor comment on it. Osamu just sets his food down and holds out his hand like it’s nothing important.

You place yours beside it.

And immediately notice how small yours looks.

“…Huh,” you mutter.

Osamu glances down, then back at you. “What?”

“Nothing. Just… yours is kind of big.”

He shrugs. “I work with food all day. Prob’ly helps.”

You’re still staring when he turns his hand slightly, palm brushing yours—not dramatic, not teasing. Just aligning them properly like he’s actually trying to understand what you’re looking at.

His fingers curl once, absentminded.

Then he says, like it’s obvious: “Yours fits nice though.”

You blink. “What does that even mean?”

“It means what it means,” he replies, already reaching for his onigiri again.

But his ears are a little pink when he says it.

[showhay]

𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦: 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁!

••ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵖᵒʷᵉʳˢ ⁱⁿᵛᵒˡᵛᵉᵈ * ᵃˡˡ ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 ushijima wakatoshi x telepath!f!reader

sawamura daichi x telepath!f!reader

sugawara kōshi x telepath!f!reader

kageyama tobio x telepath!f!reader

hinata shōyō x telepath!f!reader

tsukishima kei x telepath!f!reader

oikawa tōru x telepath!f!reader

iwaizumi hajime x telepath!f!reader

telepath!iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

kuroo tetsurō x telepath!f!reader

kozume kenma x telepath!f!reader

y!akaashi keiji x telepath!f!reader

tendō satori x telepath!f!reader

shirabu kenjirō x telepath!f!reader

kita shinsuke x telepath!f!reader

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