andy's notes: 18+ mdni. chars 20+, afab!reader. @popmilky made the the cutest crow feather divider!!
touchstarved!tanaka who hates being apart from you more than anything else in the world
touchstarved!tanaka who makes that very clear from the videos he sends you whenever he’s out of town. “miss you so much baby,” he pants, leaking tip blushing red as his dick bounces against his stomach. “ya have no idea how bad I wish you were here on top of me”
touchstarved!tanaka who practically tackles you when he sees you next, whirling you around and peppering kisses onto your face
touchstarved!tanaka who gets his mouth on your tits as soon as you’re alone, pulling your bra down to suck on your nipples
touchstarved!tanaka who hates wasting time without you naked and tugs your pants down impatiently, “need you right fuckin’ now baby, ‘m so sorry. I hope she missed me as much as I did” before filling you up to the brim
touchstarved!tanaka who cums quick but keeps on overstimulating himself until you cum too
continuing on with the karasuno boys <3. reblogs and comments always appreciated you gorgeous humans!
the last of the team had finally cleared out, their boisterous goodbyes echoing down the hall before fading into the hum of the school's late afternoon quiet. you leaned against the doorframe, watching tanaka shove a stray knee pad into his bag with a grunt. he looked up, catching your eye, and a familiar, dopey grin spread across his face.
"still here, y/n?" he asked, his voice a little too loud in the sudden silence. he always seemed to operate at maximum volume, even when trying to be quiet.
"just enjoying the peace and quiet," you drawled, pushing off the frame and stepping further into the club room. the air was thick with the scent of sweat, old gym shoes, and something vaguely metallic from the lockers. "and waiting for you, obviously."
his grin widened, a flush creeping up his neck. "me? w-what for?" he tried to sound nonchalant, but you saw the way his eyes darted from your face to your hips, then back up again. pathetic. and utterly adorable.
"oh, you know," you purred, circling him slowly. he froze, his hands still fumbling with his bag strap. "just thought you looked a little… tense. after all that spiking and diving." you reached out, your fingers tracing the line of his bicep, feeling the warm, taut muscle beneath his shirt. he visibly shivered, his breath hitching.
"tense?" he squeaked, his voice cracking. "nah, i'm good. just, uh, ready to go home."
you smirked, letting your fingers drift lower, just brushing the waistband of his sweatpants. "are you, really? because you look like you're about to pop." your eyes flicked meaningfully to the front of his pants, where a distinct, albeit subtle, bulge was beginning to assert itself.
his face went crimson, and he took a quick, shallow breath. "hey! what are you implying?" he stammered, though his eyes were wide and pleading, practically begging you to imply more.
"i'm not implying anything, ryu," you said, your voice dropping to a low, husky whisper as you stepped closer, crowding him against the lockers. the metal was cold against his back. "i'm stating a fact. you're hard, aren't you?"
he swallowed, his gaze fixed on your mouth. "i… i just got a little excited, that's all. y-you know, from practice." he was such a terrible liar.
"oh, i know," you murmured, leaning in until your lips were almost brushing his ear. "yeah, i know exactly what excites you." you nibbled lightly on his lobe, and he let out a strangled groan, his hands coming up to grip your waist, almost instinctively. his touch was hesitant, almost reverent, as if he couldn't quite believe you were letting him.
"please, y/n," he whimpered, his voice thick with a yearning you absolutely adored. "just… w-what are you doing?"
"i'm doing you a favor, baby," you whispered back, pulling your head back just enough to meet his gaze. his eyes were dark, dilated, full of a desperate hunger that made your own core clench in anticipation. "you look like you're about to combust. all that pent-up energy. all that… need."
you grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the worn bench in the middle of the room. he stumbled after you, a willing captive. "sit," you commanded softly, pushing him down onto the bench. he obeyed immediately, his eyes glued to you.
you stood before him, your hands going to the hem of your skirt. it was a short, pleated number, perfect for showing off a little leg. you slowly hiked it up until the fabric bunched at your waist, revealing your bare thighs and the lace edge of your panties. you heard his sharp intake of breath, a raw, needy sound.
"like what you see?" you purred, stepping forward and straddling his lap. he was stiff, almost rigid, beneath you, his hands hovering uncertainly at your hips.
"more than i can say," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper.
you settled yourself down, adjusting your weight until your crotch, still covered by your panties, was pressed firmly against the burgeoning hardness in his sweats. the fabric of his pants was surprisingly thin, and you could feel the impressive length and thickness of him beneath. you were already wet, a hot, slick mess, and the friction of your panties against his bulge sent a delicious shiver through you.
"oh, you poor thing," you cooed, beginning to grind your hips slowly, tentatively, against him. "you're so big already. and i haven't even really started."
he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through your body. his hands finally found purchase on your ass, squeezing lightly. "f-fuck, please, y/n," he begged, his voice raspy. "don't tease me like this. i... i c-can't take it."
"i think you can," you countered, leaning down to capture his mouth in a searing kiss. your tongue met his, tangling and dancing, tasting of salt and desperation. you deepened the kiss, letting your hips move with more purpose, rolling and grinding against him. your soaked panties were a thin, barely-there barrier, and you could feel his heat, his shape, pressing against your clit.
"fuck," you moaned into his mouth, pulling back just enough to speak. "you're so hard. so thick. i can feel every inch of you, even through our clothes." you closed your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you. your pussy was puffy and throbbing, aching for release.
you started to move faster, rocking your hips back and forth, a slow, deliberate rhythm that built steadily. the friction was incredible, a hot, electric current shooting through your core. tanaka was gasping, his hands gripping your ass tighter, pulling you closer, trying to press you even harder against him.
"god, y/n," he whined, his head falling back against the lockers. "i'm gonna… i'm... i'm gonna lose it."
"good," you breathed, grinding harder, letting out a soft moan as your clit rubbed against the thick ridge of his cock. "that's exactly what i want, baby. lose it for me. all over your pants." you leaned down, your lips brushing his ear again. "i want to feel you explode beneath me. do you understand?"
he was shaking, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. "yes. y-yes, i understand. but… fuck, i need more. i need you to just—shit—keep g—ngh—oing."
"oh, i'm going," you promised, picking up the pace, rotating your hips, letting your wetness soak through your panties and his sweats. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the frantic rhythm of his heart. "you're so desperate, aren't you? so needy. it's so hot."
you pressed down hard, letting out a sharp gasp as his thick shaft pressed deeper against your core. the pressure was exquisite, almost unbearable. "come on, ryu," you urged, your voice laced with unadulterated lust. "let it go. let it all out. i wanna feel it."
he let out a choked cry, his body arching up into you. a shiver ran through him, then another, and then he was bucking beneath you, a low, guttural roar tearing from his throat. you felt the gush of warmth spread across your panties, soaking through the fabric, hot and sticky against your skin. his muscles tensed, then relaxed, his body going limp beneath you.
you stayed there for a moment, letting the tremors subside, feeling the wetness bloom between you. he was breathing heavily, ragged gasps escaping his lips. you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, then his mouth.
"good job, baby," you whispered, pulling back just enough to look at his dazed, satisfied face. "you did so good."
he just stared up at you, his eyes still wide, a faint flush still on his cheeks. a slow smile spread across his face, a truly pathetic, utterly smitten expression that made your heart flutter.
"yeah," he managed, his voice still hoarse. "yeah, i did." he looked down at the wet stain on his sweats, then back up at you. "can we… uhh... can we do that again... sometime?"
you just grinned, pressing your lips to his one more time. "sure."
The kind of tipsy where everything is just so funny. The carpet? Hilarious. Your phone background? Tears. Atsumu’s forehead? A national treasure.
You're both sitting cross-legged on the floor of your apartment, a half-empty bottle of plum wine between you, and snack wrappers scattered like confetti from a party no one else attended. Your cheeks are warm, his laugh is loud, and there's a half-eaten mochi in his hand that he refuses to finish because he "feels bad for biting its little mochi face."
“It looked at me, babe. It looked. I can't just eat 'it now, that's murder.”
You wheeze. You wheeze.
“It’s a circle. It has no face.”
“Then where’d I bite?! His soul?!”
You’re crying from laughing and he’s dramatically clutching the mochi like it’s a fallen comrade.
You reach for your drink and accidentally knock over a bag of chips. You both freeze.
“...that was you,” Atsumu whispers.
“No, you pushed me.”
“I was protecting Mochi-kun!”
“IT’S. STICKY. RICE.”
You collapse in a heap of giggles, and Atsumu topples over onto you, still laughing, still slightly in disbelief that life has blessed him with you.
And then, suddenly… he pauses.
Atsumu just stares at your face like he's buffering.
“Wait… waitwaitwait. Yer my girlfriend.”
You blink. “...yes?”
“Yer my girlfriend?! Like… you like me?!”
“Atsumu—”
“No no wait. Like… me. The twin who screams at his microwave. The guy who tripped in flip-flops inside the house. That me?”
You nod, full-body laughing now.
He places a hand over his heart, eyes wide.
“That’s so hot of you.”
You snort.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Yer idiot,” he beams, kissing your cheek before flopping down into your lap with a dramatic sigh.
He curls into you like a sleepy golden retriever and mumbles:
“This is the best. Mochi-kun forgives you, by the way.
TANAKA RYUNOSUKE
It starts with one drink. Then two. Then a game. Then one of you says, “Let’s not go home yet,” and the next thing you know, you and Tanaka are wobbling your way back to your apartment, holding each other up like two barely-functioning Jenga blocks.
You’re both red in the face, your hand laced with his, and every time he glances over at you, he grins like a little kid who just found out he got extra nuggets in his Happy Meal.
“You’re soooo cute,” he blurts, way too loud for 1 a.m.
You squeak. Literally. Squeak. You hide your face behind your hands.
“Stopppp,” you mumble. “You can’t say that when I’m this… drunk.”
“But you are!!” He slings an arm over your shoulders, stumbling slightly. “Yer like... shiny. Like a drunk angel or somethin’.”
Inside the apartment, it gets worse.
You try to sit down on the couch and he immediately flops onto you like a weighted blanket of love.
“Tanakaaaa—”
“M’ just makin’ sure you don’t fall.”
“We’re already sitting.”
“Then I’m makin’ sure you don’t levitate.”
You’re hiding your red face in his hoodie now, muffling your shy giggles. He’s pressing kisses to the top of your head like he’ll combust if he doesn’t.
Then, out of nowhere
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
“So… like… you love me?”
You freeze. He gasps.
“WAIT. DO YOU???”
You peek up from his chest and shyly nod.
“Yeah…”
Tanaka’s eyes go WIDE. He yells. Literally yells.
“YOU DO?! LIKE FOR REAL?!”
You tackle him with a hug to shut him up.
“Shhhh you’re loud—!!”
“SORRY I’M JUST SO IN LOVE WITH YOU RIGHT NOW.”
He squeezes you so tight you squeak again, and you're both just rolling on the floor in a clingy, flustered, adorable mess.
Eventually, you pass out in each other’s arms, tangled in limbs and oversized sweaters, both smiling in your sleep.
GOSHIKI TSUTOMU
You and Goshiki are drunk. Like, adorably drunk. The giggly, wobbly, overly affectionate kind where everything is either hilarious or heart-melting.
You're both kneeling on the floor, facing each other, swaying just slightly, pink-cheeked and beaming like goofballs.
“Mwah,” you say, pecking his nose.
He gasps, like you’ve hit him with a spell. “Mwah?!”
“Mwah,” he retaliates, kissing your forehead.
You squeal. “Hey—no fair, that was a good one.”
He nods solemnly, eyes wide. “I’ve been saving that one.”
Then he leans in again and whispers, “Mwah.” This time, your cheek. Then the tip of your ear. You let out a breathy laugh and hold his face in your hands.
“Mwah,” you whisper on his chin.
“Mwah,” he kisses your temple.
“Mwah,” you press to the bridge of his nose.
Then it just gets out of control.
“MWAH-mwah-mwah-MWAAAHH!” you both say, laughing too hard now, pressing little kisses wherever you can reach.
Forehead. Nose. Hairline. Shoulder. Elbow??? You’re both giggling too much to care.
He’s holding your hands now, lips pouting like he’s focusing very hard.
“You know what I like most about you?” he says dreamily.
You blink. “What?”
“Your face. And your laugh. And your everything.”
“That’s not one thing.”
“I don’t do math when I’m drunk. Mwah.”
MWAH. Right on your lips this time, but so soft, so sweet, you nearly melt on the spot.
Then suddenly he gasps like he forgot something important.
“WAIT—one more. A special one.”
You’re like, “uh okay??”
And he just very gently cups your cheeks and goes:
“Mwah of love.”
Like he just declared something holy.
You blink. Then burst out laughing.
“Goshiki, that was the softest spell I’ve ever been hit with.”
“It’s permanent. You’re stuck with me now.”
You both giggle again and fall over on the floor, cuddled up in a tangle of limbs and warmth, still mumbling:
Kyotani’s not really a talker on a normal day—but drunk? He’s stone silent. Sitting on the couch at a chill house party, hood halfway up, drink in hand, eyes half-lidded like he’s got no thoughts, head full of static.
Then there’s you.
Across the room, drink in hand, cheeks flushed and eyes laser-focused on your quiet boyfriend.
You saunter over, hips swaying like you're walking a runway made of vibes and bad decisions.
“You always look this hot,” you say, flopping next to him, “or is the vodka just helping me see clearly?”
Kyotani blinks once. Slowly. No response.
“I’m serious,” you giggle, scooting closer. “You’re like… broody and mysterious and sexy in a ‘he’d ruin my life and I’d say thank you’ kinda way.”
He chokes on his drink a little, ears instantly pink. Still quiet.
You lean in even closer, lips brushing his ear.
“You’re soooo hot when you ignore me like that. Makes me wanna be worse.”
He side-eyes you. His lip twitches. A warning, maybe. Or maybe he’s holding back a smile.
“What?” you say innocently, batting your lashes. “Can’t take a compliment, Mad Dog?”
He looks away. Quiet.
You pout dramatically and flop your head on his shoulder. “Why don’t you ever flirt back?”
“…I don’t need to,” he mutters finally, voice a low grumble. “You already know how I feel.”
You blink.
Then you grin so big your cheeks hurt.
“Okay but SAY IT,” you giggle, tugging on the sleeve of his hoodie. “Say I’m pretty. Or like, ‘your eyes sparkle more than the LED strip lights in my room,’ c’monnnn, give me something.”
Kyotani groans like you’re physically harming him with your cheesiness. But he doesn’t move away.
In fact, he lets you keep leaning on him. His hand finds yours.
Then, after a beat, he mutters
“You’re annoying. And hot. And I like you. A lot.”
You freeze. “Wait. Was that a love confession or a threat?”
“Both.”
And you absolutely melt.
Later that night, you fall asleep on his chest—still drunk, still flirty—and he whispers one more thing before drifting off too
“…You’re mine. Stop teasing. Or don’t. I’ll deal with you either way.”
Thinking about the fact that Tanaka had only known Hinata and Kageyama for a week at the time of the first year’s match, and yet he was already prepared to beat up Tsukishima for talking smack about them.
Also thinking about the fact that it had only been 2-3 weeks since first meeting and the Seijoh Practice match, and Hinata having already decided the safest place to be was behind Tanaka.
