“Kageyama!” the reporter yelled for his attention, startling him enough to stop and blink before making his way over.
With strained politeness, he gave the camera a side-eye before looking back at the reporter, standing at a sensible distance. “Hi.”
“A fan on Twitter asked what you like doing for your cheat days, if you even have those?” she asked excitedly with a bright, practised grin. She held the microphone up to Kageyama’s face, which had morphed into something confused and slightly… angry?
“I would never cheat on my partner, there will be no cheat days,” he answered decisively, practically stomping his foot for emphasis and hands clutched into fists at his sides. “And I will not take any more questions of that nature.”
The reporter was left a little speechless, gaping at the athlete and stunned by the realisation that the misunderstanding had insulted the man she was tasked with interviewing. “I’m so sorry, that’s not-“
“It’s fine. But no more questions about my partner, please. We’re very happy together.”
The reporter took a deep breath, settling into a calmer smile and nodding in agreement. “The fans will be glad to hear that, Kageyama. How about the game today? Anything you feel went particularly well?”
Happy that the topic moved on, Kageyama answered like he usually would, completely unaware of how many times he would have to relive this misunderstanding in the future, from you showering him in kisses when he got home to his teammates sharing the clip in their group chat for laughs.
He might've been confused, but at least he had good intentions.
touch starved!tobio who gets so nervous around you. he’s an absolute fucking mess when you’re sat prettily on his lap, brushing his bangs out of his face.
“Are you sure this is okay Tobi?”
He hums, he can’t trust his voice right now. You smile at him and he thinks you have to be evil. You’re dangerously beautiful, every act of yours has him hypnotized and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“I’m gonna kiss you okay?”
“Ok.” He whispers.
His lidded eyes close when your lips are on his. He stares at you for a bit then his eyes fall close. He’s honestly so overwhelmed right now.
The way your hands rake through his hair. Your lips feeling so soft and plump. How you’re sitting so perfectly on his co—
He squeezes your hips when you deliver a nip to his lip. He pulls away and stares at you a little bewildered. All flushed and pupils blown wide yet you grin at him.
You trail kisses down his cheek, jaw, focusing on his neck. He starts getting restless the longer your lips linger on his neck. He’s panting, squirming, his hands shaking.
“You feel good?” You breathe against his neck and he gasps, just eagerly nodding you. You giggle at his reaction.
So just to push him more, your tongue peaks out, gliding along his pale skin. He hisses, his hips stuttering, his grip growing tighter on your hips.
“You like that Tobi?” You wait for him to reply.
Once he finally gained the confidence to do so, you suck and suck on his Addams Apple the moment he tries to speak. It results in him letting out a guttural and breathy moan.
His mouth stayed agape, more broken whines leaving him until you feel just how warm his lap felt. Getting up from your seat on his clothed crotch, a wet patch covers his pants.
He’s beyond embarrassed but he’s still panting, an arm covering his red cheeks.
“I-I’m sorry. It just—it was to much.” He breathes out. He wears a pout, balling his fist on his pants. You laugh at his answer, pecking his cheek.
“That’s okay baby. Let me help you clean up.” You say as you’re already sinking to your knees. 
imagine leaving hickeys all over tobios neck, he isn't used to anything like this and definitely has a sensitive neck.
He sits on your bed leaning back on his hands completely unsure what to do. Small breaths leaving him as his eyes flutter he doesn't know what to do with the slight tinge of pain he feels when you nip at his skin, lightly biting down or even sucking harshly into his skin creating heavily pigmented marks.
You love how they look on his rather fair and pale skin, only stopping to take a look at your boyfriend his face red and his heart racing. You look at him only to see those gorgeous deep blue eyes staring right back at you, his pupils blown wide and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.
There was a small pout lingering on his face he enjoyed what you were doing alot more than he'd let on. You kissed him deeply moaning lightly into the kiss as one of his hands lifted from the bed to wrap around your hip. He let shaky mewls fall straight into your mouth, you pull away from the kiss slowly biting his lower lip with a grin and a giggle.
He groaned at the small laugh you let out, turning away and leaving his neck wide open for you to attack some more. You did just that, licking and biting at his neck kissing gently and blowing on his ear. Surprisingly that flustered him more than you thought, a strangulated noise leaving him as he pushes you away lightly. He covered his face with his arm as his breaths were quick and timid.
Tobio was putty in your hands honestly, willing to do whatever you told him to.
karasuno boys shamelessly flirting with you in front of your boyfriend who doesn't treat you right.
karasuno vbc x f!reader
thank you pretty people for 50 followers and 1k likes hœly (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹
i might do an actual reverse harem fic by team but who knows
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♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
sawamura daichi
you’re about to step off the curb when daichi’s hand shoots out in front of you, protective and steady. “careful,” he murmurs, guiding you gently back onto the sidewalk. his palm lingers at the small of your back, warm and firm. your boyfriend, who’s already halfway across the street, glares back. daichi doesn’t flinch. instead, he smiles politely—just enough edge in it to make your boyfriend’s stomach twist. “funny,” daichi says low, “for a guy who calls himself your boyfriend, he doesn’t act like it. but that’s okay. someone has to keep you safe.” and then he escorts you across like you’re royalty, leaving your boyfriend trailing behind like an unwanted extra.
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sugawara kōshi
your boyfriend complains you’re “too clingy” when you reach for his hand. sugawara swoops in, immediately threading his fingers through yours with the gentlest smile. “clingy?” he repeats softly, tilting his head. “if she were mine, i’d never want her to let go.” your boyfriend scoffs, muttering under his breath, but sugawara leans close to his ear on the way past, his voice still sugar-sweet. “you know, she could do so much better than you. in fact… she already is.” your boyfriend doesn’t even know how to respond—just red-faced and silent, while you laugh at something sugawara whispers to you.
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azumane asahi
you stop to admire a scarf in a store window, and your boyfriend shrugs, dismissing it with a bored “you don’t need it.” before you can even react, asahi, who was in the same street was and was walking home with you, clears his throat, face pink, and blurts, “i… could make one for you. knit it myself.” he rubs the back of his neck, all awkward earnestness, but the way he looks at you is so soft it melts the whole sidewalk. your boyfriend bursts out laughing. “you? knit? that’s pathetic.” asahi turns to him slowly, something steely in his eyes you don’t often see. “pathetic,” he echoes. “pathetic is watching her light up over something she likes and deciding it’s not worth your time.” your boyfriend shuts up quick after that.
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nishinoya yū
the classroom’s crowded, seats almost all taken, and your boyfriend doesn’t even bother saving you a spot. nishinoya practically dives across the room, shoving a chair right under you like he planned the stunt. “princess seat reserved!!” he crows proudly, looking up at you with eyes brighter than the sun. you laugh so hard you nearly fall over, and nishinoya beams like he just scored the winning point. your boyfriend mutters, “so dramatic,” but noya leans over to him, still grinning, voice threatening. “you don’t get it, do you? she deserves dramatic. she deserves fireworks, parades, every damn thing. not the bare minimum you’re giving her.”
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tanaka ryūnosuke
you come to school with a new hair clip, cute and pastel, and your boyfriend snickers. “you look like a kid.” before you can shrink back, tanaka gasps like he’s been shot. “are you blind?? she looks like an angel! like—actually descended from heaven!” he throws his hands in the air, loud and shameless, until people actually turn to look at you, nodding in agreement. you’re pink-cheeked, laughing into your sleeve, while your boyfriend fumes. tanaka slings an arm over your shoulder and drops his voice just enough for your boyfriend to hear: “you should be embarrassed, maaaan. she shines like this, and all you can do is dim it. no wonder she looks happier next to me.”
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ennoshita chikara
you’re trying to tell a story, and your boyfriend keeps cutting you off to finish your sentences incorrectly. ennoshita sets his notebook down, patient but firm. “let her talk.” the way his tone shifts—quiet but commanding—actually shuts your boyfriend up mid-word. you finish your story, smiling when ennoshita asks thoughtful questions about it, leaning in like every word matters. your boyfriend tries to laugh it off, muttering, “you’re really eating this up, huh?” ennoshita meets his eyes calmly. “yeah. because she’s worth listening to. maybe if you tried it once in a while, you wouldn’t look like such a fool standing there.”
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kinoshita hisashi
rain starts pouring suddenly, and your boyfriend groans, running ahead without even checking on you. kinoshita, soaked but grinning, appears at your side with his umbrella, he wasn’t planning to use it but he saw you, tilting it over you so not even a drop hits your hair. “don’t want you catching a cold,” he says. you giggle, scooting close to him under the umbrella. your boyfriend, who suddenly remembered you, already drenched, scowls. “she’s fine. it’s just rain.” kinoshita looks at him for half a second, then back at you, his smile turning sly. “no, it’s not just rain. not when it touches her. she deserves sunshine.” the way he says it makes your boyfriend feel like the smallest man alive.
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narita kazuhito
you’re lugging around heavy groceries after shopping for your busy parents, and your boyfriend strides ahead, scrolling on his phone like you don’t exist. narita catches up, exhausted after practice; scooping the bags from your arms with ease. “you’ll hurt yourself carrying all this,” he says softly, smiling down at you. “let me.” your boyfriend groans, “she doesn’t need your help.” narita doesn’t even look at him, just keeps walking beside you. then, as your boyfriend stomps closer, narita leans back slightly, voice low enough for only him to hear. “if you want to prove you deserve her, start acting like it. otherwise, keep watching while I do your job better than you ever could.”
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kageyama tobio
you shiver, tugging your sleeves down, and your boyfriend doesn’t even notice. kageyama does. he immediately shrugs off his jacket and drops it on your shoulders, his ears turning bright red. “don’t get sick.” you smile gratefully, pulling it close. your boyfriend sneers, “she didn’t ask you.” kageyama finally looks up, eyes sharp, voice unexpectedly cold. “she shouldn’t have to.” and then, under his breath, only your boyfriend hears it: “you’re lucky she even bothers with you.”
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hinata shōyō
you’re sitting on the sidelines, your boyfriend glued to his phone instead of cheering. hinata spots you, his entire face lighting up as he sprints over mid-practice. “y/n!! did you see that spike? i did it for you!!” he beams, bouncing in place. you clap, laughing, while your boyfriend mutters, “stop bothering her.” hinata doesn’t even acknowledge him, crouching so he’s at your eye level. “if i were him, i’d spend every second making you smile. every jump, every game, it’d all be for you.” when he runs back to the court, your boyfriend’s nails are practically digging into his palms.
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tsukishima kei
you’re excitedly telling your boyfriend something, and he calls you “annoying.” tsukishima, who overheard, lets out a low chuckle as he adjusts his glasses. “that’s rich. takes one to know one.” your boyfriend whirls around, furious, but tsukki ignores him, leaning down until his voice is just for you. “i’d let you talk all day. hell, i’d record you so i could listen on repeat.” he straightens, smirking at the way your boyfriend’s face goes red, then tosses in a final jab. “not that you’d understand—takes actual taste to appreciate her.”
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yamaguchi tadashi
you voice a small worry, and your boyfriend brushes it off with, “it’s not a big deal.” yamaguchi frowns, his usual softness replaced with quiet steel. “it is a big deal. because she said it is.” your boyfriend opens his mouth, but yamaguchi’s already leaning forward, voice still gentle but pointed. “if i were you, i’d treat every single thing she says like it matters. because she does. and the fact you don’t get that?” he lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “no wonder she looks happier anywhere else.” he looked so insane but when he turned to you, he was like an angel. “what milk flavor would you like?”
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♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a/n: every girl deserves the best man fr ! i would do the other schools later (˶˃⤙˂˶) seijō next !! i kept typing emoshita instead of ennoshita 😮💨
wc: 1.0k
content warning: kinktober day 27 - marking, smut, hubby kageyama x reader, not proofread
࣭ ⠀ʾ⠀ 𓈒 ⠀⠀ 𓏸 𓈒
married to schweiden adlers' tobio kageyama, many tend to think 'how are they together?' whenever they see his cold stone face walking along side you in photographs. such a tall and large stature that loomed over you like your very own personal body guard with a presence that can turn heads.
what they don't see is what they truly don't know—and that big ass diamond on your ring finger says most of what others couldn't interpret.
kageyama's got you marked from the beginning when he first fell for you. he did nothing but plot, watch your every move after class, how studied what made you give him the biggest smiles, studied your facial features that indicated that you were upset, and if you liked him the way he liked you.
course, he's not one with words but the way he shows his love for you in bed is another story—a frisky one at that.
"tobio..! wait you're a-a bit too fast" you blurted out between giggles.
kageyama's got your wrists pinned down with one of his big palms, searing lips kissing you all over and moving lower towards the free reign of your collarbone. he's sucking the thin flesh of your skin, bruising it with the deep redness of the blood beneath it and marking his territory if others dared to hit on you.
his other hand moved with great haste, unbuttoning your silk pj top and exposing your warm nipples to the contrasting cold air that made them stand tall. kageyama's got himself on your chest, licking and flicking the hard nub with his ticklish tongue while watching you squirm with keen eyes.
"i don't know why but... i missed you more than most days," your husband murmured as he softly rolled your nipple around the tip of his tongue as your back slightly arched.
"i-is that so?" eyeing the bulge forming in his tight matching pj pants.
"mhm.." he kissed the bare skin on your stomach, making you flinch for a brief second as your breath hitched.
kageyama's got your silk pants off, followed by the dampness of your panties as he bit his lower lip, realizing how low his patience has thinned. oh, how long has it been since he's had his favorite dish?
he's flushed with a bright shade of pink like he just fell in love all over again as he pressed gentle kissed along side your inner thighs before switching it to giving you love bites all over. he's got his thumb rubbing your little bundle of nerves while he kept eye contact with you from below.
"still excited to see me.." giving your clit a peck before letting out a happy huff.
your inner thighs have got enough action.. looking all bruised with littered hickeys and such, now it was your cunt's turn. kageyama's got his mouth latched onto you, swirling your cunt with the tip of hardened tongue as your eyes rolled back in your eyes.
he's got you held down with his deathening grip on your thighs, no matter how hard you tried to get out of his grasp he's pulling you back down to taste all of your sweet juices. kageyama's got you tugging and pulling his hair as your body jerked feeling his tongue enter your pussy, flicking itself in and out of your needy sopping cunt.
"to-tobio.! ffuck i can't—anymore, fuck mme!" you sobbed as your legs trembled, flexing every muscle as he continued to tongue fuck you into sweet ecstasy.
he doesn't have to think twice when you say that, immediately stopping in his tracks like a deer in headlights before backing himself out for a moment to unbutton his shirt and throw into the darkness of your bedroom and sliding his pants down, followed by his boxers—to which his cock stood up more than proud to see you begging.
turning over with your stomach pressed down onto the sheets, just barely able to lift yourself on your knees, you looked back at him with glassy eyes—ready to be stuffed of your husband's delicious cock. your hole's pulsing and dripping with your essence as you feel kageyama line himself up in your slick, then at your entrance.
peppering the peak of your shoulder, followed by your shoulder blade with his kisses, he pushes himself into your cunt—expanding your tight walls as you're barely able to balance yourself on your knees. kageyama let out an immediate moan of relief right into your ear before going back to sucking on your shoulder and making sure he marked his kisses.
he's got his hands on your waist, like cinching you up from both sides as his fingers dug into the fat of your skin as he moved with steadiness. his eyes carved out your silhouette, studying how your back arched and the way his love bites looked plastered all over your skin when he realized you needed more.
"y'look so beautiful," he complimented before pressing his lips on your spine just to leave his mark as you quivered.
you look like a mess whimpering under his big figure trying to keep yourself on your knees, he's got his cock rutting into your pussy, stretching it wide out for him to fuck. not to mention all of the lewd sounds and noises that echoed in the room mixed with the way he praised you while you moaned and babbled.
each thrust in this position made him dig into you further and further deep down, feeling his tip bruise and kiss your cervix and making you absolutely unable to hold yourself up any longer while your ckeek plummets into the sheets—eyes on kageyama from behind.
your body looked so bruised with his love bites, hickeys, kisses, and marks just like how he likes it. each mark created in specific spots to fill in all the free space on your body that needed one.
HEAR ME OUTTT timeskip!kageyama meets our daughter’s bf and it turns out to be oikawa’s son 🤞🤞 family reunions would be so awkward
IM SCREAMING THIS IS SOO GOOD MIKA!!
I made it a little different than the Iwaizumi and Oikawa one, because I was afraid of it getting repetitive:
。Oikawa’s son is implied to be foreign, so Oikawa’s wife is not Japanese
。Reader is pregnant
The Door bell rings.
That’s unusual, who could that be on a Sunday at 3 pm?
You and Kageyama have been cuddling on the couch, watching some stupid Reality TV show, but at the ringing he stands up, opening the Front Door.
He gets greeted by the sight of a foreign yet familiar looking Teenage Boy, holding a bouquet of flowers.
Kageyama raises his eyebrows, “Yeah? We don’t buy anything.”
The Boy bows and smiles. The smile is so very familiar to Kageyama but he just can’t put his finger on where he knows it from…
“Mr. Kageyama? I’m your Daughter’s Boyfriend, Sir. I’m here to pick her up for a date…”
“Ah….right…she told us about you. Ren, right?”
“Yes, sir that is correct. I’m sure you’re not too happy about our relationship…at least my Father wasn’t. I hope you can-”
“Not happy about your relationship? Why shouldn’t I? You’re not…over Twenty, right?”
“No, Sir. I’m the same age as your Daughter. But…well, didn’t she tell you?”
“Tell me what?”
“That I’m…Oikawa Tooru’s son, Sir.”
Silence.
“You’re…WHAT?”
“Oikawa Tooru’s son, Sir. But, don’t worry, I’m not like him at all. My sisters all turned out a lot like him, I come after my mother. Looks and personality,” he smiles charmingly, which unfortunately debunks his words.
You grumpily peel yourself off the couch and waddle toward the door. It’s been five minutes and Kageyama still hasn’t returned to massaging your swollen feet. Something must be wrong! “Tobio, what’re you doing there?”
As Ren sees you, he immediately bows and hands you the bouquet. “This is for you, Mrs. Kageyama. Congratulations to the baby. I hope you both have a safe and healthy journey.”
You accept the flowers with a stunned expression, “Oh…! That wasn’t necessary at all, but thank you very much, sweetheart. You’re just as charming as your Father!”
“Father?,” Kageyama’s head snaps to you, “Wait! You knew-? You knew about him? About his Father?” His eyes are wide and disbelieving with a hint of genuine betrayal.
You sigh softly and pat his back, “Not everyone in this family is immature, Tobio. And some get trusted more than others, because of that.”
Your Husband scoffs, “Unbelievable-” But you stop him before he can go on about how horrible Oikawa is in front of his son.
“Ren, how about you go upstairs? The second room on the left side is Miwa’s.”
Ren nods shortly, giving you a thankful glance, before walking upstairs. Poor boy must be so stressed…
Kageyama closes the Door behind him and shakes his head, “It’s unbelievable! I’m raising her for seventeen years, giving her everything she needs and she- she runs off with Oikawa-san’s offspring the second I let her out of my sight!”
You roll your eyes at that.
Kageyama always had a difficult relationship with Oikawa, but ever since Hinata Shoyo got to train with him in Brazil, something Kageyama had always wanted, the reluctant admiration turned into disappointed Disliking.
You know all that of course, but never really formed an opinion on it, especially because every time you met Oikawa, he was very nice and polite. Kageyama told you that was part of his scheme, painting him like some Human eating Curse-King..
“Tobio, Ren seems like a good Kid…”
“His Father was a playboy at their age, did you forget that?!”
You roll your eyes, “Maybe he’s different. That one,” you point at your belly, “won’t turn into a socially awkward, volleyball obsessed milk addict as well, so quit it! Sons can be different from their Fathers.”
Kageyama blinks.
“You’re mean.”
“Yeah, my feet hurt.”
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a/n: English isn’t my first language, criticism is welcomed but please be nice. Likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! Do not steal or copy my work.
Tobio is always rough during sex but it gets worse when you mention someone he hates.
Cw MDNI, male!reader, msby!reader
Tobio was rough today. Well it wasn’t actually his fault now, was it? It was Atsumu’s fault for playing better. It was definitely his fault. For both winning and for having the audacity to wink at you right after his serve made the team win. (which unfortunately, Tobio missed) So of course, Tobio had every right to be angry, he had every right to pour his anger. Even if it's inside you.
Tobio had you folded practically in half, his muscular frame towering over you as he drove his cock into you with a brutal, calculated precision that left you seeing stars. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the hotel room, the headboard banging against the wall.
"Tobio—" you gasped, voice cracking as he hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur.
Your fingers clawed uselessly at the sheets beneath you, desperate for purchase as Tobio's hips snapped forward with punishing force. Each thrust punched the air right out of your lungs, and you couldn't stop the broken moans spilling from your lips. "Fuck!! Right there!”
Your own cock was flushed and leaking against your stomach, trapped between your bodies as Tobio fucked into you relentlessly. Every thrust dragged against your prostate and sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your veins, making your dick twitch and drool precome onto your sweat sicked skin.
Tobio's breath came in harsh pants against your ear, his voice dropping to that low, rough tone that made your cock throb. "You feel so fucking good around me," he groaned, hips stuttering for a moment before resuming their brutal pace. "So tight—taking me so well."
His dark eyes bore into yours, watching every expression that crossed your face.
"Look at you," he growled, one hand tangling in your hair while the other slapped against the headboard for leverage, "all spread out for me, leaking like a fucking faucet. You're so desperate for it, aren't you?"
Your own cock twitched violently at his words, precome smearing between your stomachs.
"If only you were good on court like you are in bed.”
Now this made you mad. You are good on court, you’re a good spiker. He could degrade you all he wanted but not about your play. So you couldn’t help but shoot back at him.
"Atsumu’s good on court though, ain’t he?"
That was it.
You felt Tobio snapping his hips forward so hard the entire bed frame shuddered. "Oh he’s good now?" making you scream. "Shit Tobio—slow down!"
"Think he can fuck you like this? Make you feel this good?" His hand wrapped around your aching cock, stroking in time with his brutal thrusts.
"If he's that good then watch me destroy him on the court next," Tobio panted against your neck, teeth grazing your pulse point before biting down hard enough to bruise. "Just like I'm destroying you right now."
