little tsukishima braindump
cw: suggestive in some parts
author note: slightly different style than normal but ykw fuck it
⟡ tsukishima pretends he's not obsessed with you, but it's hard to do that — he has everything about you memorized. the shampoo you use. the scent of your perfume. the brand of chocolate you like the most. your coffee/tea/drink order. everything about you is logged as important and so, he can't pretend.
⟡ he loves when you say his name. his name sounds so sweet coming from your lips, all sharp edges and lilted syllables. he bothers you enough to hear it again, holding things far above his head so you fight to reach. "kei," you protest, stretching your hands up to reach whatever it is his stole, "hand it back." he takes one look at your eyes, sweet, always so sweet, and secretly wonders how his name would sound in context that involved you in a slightly different position.
⟡ he kisses like he has something to prove. you challenge him on something stupid, and he's pressing you against the wall, his lips tracing a path down your neck and hands tracing patterns into the skin of your lower back. he likes you panting, breathless, confused enough to drop whatever it was your argument was. if you somehow manage to find it in the middle of all of that, he presses into you yet again, hands digging into your hips and lifting one of your legs to hook around his hips. if he's flushed to you, his cutie, he reckons he'll win whatever the debate was. after all — are you really thinking with his hips against yours, his mouth on yours and his hands sliding up your shirt? didn't think so.
⟡ his hands tell you far more about what he feels about you than his words ever do, his slender fingers hooked around your waist, your wrist, your fingers. touching you gives him clarity — he can feel your warmth beneath his fingers, and he knows you're all his. it's comforting.
⟡ he's obsessed with your skin. first time he ever kissed you, the feel of it him like a drug. so soft, so silky, he spends way too much time touching it. you could just be wearing shorts and his hands settle on your thighs, his fingers drawing patterns that somehow reach increasingly higher. you ask him what he's doing, feeling the heat course through your veins watching his hands. he'll be entirely nonchalant in his response, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips when he gently thumbs at the waistband of your shorts.
⟡ he's excellent at undoing tricky garments. bra? dismantled in two seconds. some complicated clothing with zippers or a close fit? he can peel it off in moments. he says it's his eye for detail, but it's just his desire to feel you close.
“kei, do you ever think about how strange it is that we've never fought?” you ask, limbs tangled with his as you cuddle on his bed.
it’s 10:03 PM and you’re doing your best to fight against the chilling, icy atmosphere of tsukishima’s room. for some reason, he likes to sleep like a vampire.
“do you want to?” he offers with an arm wrapped around your shoulders. tsukki doesn’t even open his eyes when he responds, too sleepy to entertain another one of your late night overthinking sessions.
“no,” you say calmly, “but we’ve been together for 7 months. we must either be like, the greatest couple of all time or the exact opposite.”
you feel his chest rise and deflate against your head as he lets an overly dramatic sigh.
you knew tsukishima kei wasn’t one for pda. hell, it was one of the things you loved about him. he knew how to make you feel loved without having to scream it to the world.
like that one time on one of your first dates, when you had accidentally fallen asleep on the soft grass of the park while waiting for his weekend practice to end. you woke up with a hand massaging your scalp.
“how long have you been waiting there?” you giggle, rising from your slumber as you rub your eyes awake. he pulls away, casually avoiding your gaze. “why didn’t you wake me?”
kei only shrugs, “you looked peaceful.”
or that other time you got sick for a week and couldn’t make it to school, so he immediately visited you as soon as you got better and brought his backpack with him.
“i got two copies of all the homeworks due next week, so you don’t have to ask the teachers for them.” he unpacks his notes and fishes out two pens from his bag before turning to you. “come, i’ll teach you everything you missed.”
your teachers praised you for how responsible you were, and told you how much they appreciated that you took the initiative to study.
yeah, you totally did that.
or like right now, and all the other nights you’ve spent at his place. because unbeknownst to you, tsukishima kei sets up his bedroom every single time you visit. he tidies up, cleaning even spots that you would never think to look at. but most importantly, and tsukishima knows this routine by heart, he turns the a/c to the highest setting so you’d be forced to cuddle against him underneath his sheets.
“the former,” is all replies with, and you scoff, rolling your eyes.
“but seriously though. how lucky are we to never have fought even after seven months.”
tsukki sighs again, before reluctantly revealing, “we don’t fight because i make it a point to always agree with you.”
you’re taken aback by his words, sitting up slightly as you look him in the eyes, though his are still closed as he tries to focus on sleeping.
“...huh?”
“idiot,” he teases. maybe he thinks calling you names will cover up for how unbelievably sweet he’s being right now, “why would i want to argue with you?” he shifts, trying to subtly move his face away so you don’t see him fully.
“but i can’t always have my way, you know. a relationship should be 50/50, right?”
“not ours.” he presses your head back against his chest, and you hear his heartbeat fasten a little. “you’re the boss.”
BONUS: “and you’ve never paid in your life anyway. you don’t believe in that 50/50 bullshit.” “hey!” “i don’t even know what your wallet looks like.”
track 6 ; your birthday present to kei tsukishima was letting him cum in you.
tags: breeding kink. possessiveness kink. marking/claiming kink. mirror play (one-sided window). public sex. impact play. hair pulling. dom!tsuki. obedience kink. eye-contact (if you squint). birthday sex. drunk sex (implied). loud sex. ruined clothes lol. praise-degradation hybrid.
notes: so... i've been in the process of moving AND my bf surprised me with tickets to a concert which explains the lag! also i'm still hella surprised to see everyone liked the rengoku fic LMAO! and since my birthday is next month, kinktober is getting extended for another week! so that means more of ur faves <3 - send in some requests! lastly, for anyone on the taglist feel free to update your tag preferences through this link!
kinktober navi ☆ track five ☆ kinktober prelude
it was one of your birthday presents to him – and boy did he cash that shit in.
the two of you hadn't seen each other in weeks, his game schedule keeping the two of you apart practically all of august. so when his birthday rolled around, it'd been the first time seeing your boyfriend in a month.
you missed him, to say the least. his teammates had planned this huge thing for kei's 21st, renting out a museum for the night, and inviting all of their friends.
however, after five shots, several glances across the room, and almost everyone attempting to steal the birthday boy for a chat, it took you less than ten minutes to end up fully naked, in a headlock.
your teeth sunk onto his bicep while his hips snapped again, hitting that sensitive spot your fingers could only venture to out of desperation. your mascara had stained his shirt, splotches of black ink terrorizing his deftones t-shirt.
"please! kei!" you cried.
"hmph," he whimpered, lip caught between his teeth. "need you full of me."
"p-please ngh- h-happy birthday kei!" you moaned shamelessly.
"nghh–pathetic. you thought i would pull out when you sound like this?" he grunts out.
his hand fumbled grabbing at the coat rack as he rocked into you. it's a miracle no one's heard you yet. the two of you had royally fucked up whatever this room was. papers, cups, and whatever else was on the table fell victim to tsuki's hands as he swiped everything off.
and then there was the coat rack and lamp. trying to compose himself with you under him while balancing only seemed to make the destruction worse.
"look at me." he groaned, using his other hand to tilt your head towards him.
and yet, you still couldn't focus. your eyes stayed glued to the one-sided window you stayed pressed against. his laugh was low and breathless.
"stay there then," he scoffed. "i want you to see who you belong to."
you cried out, a strangled moan that you couldn't bite down for anymore slipped out. "aah, kei – please, no–no don't pull out!"
"you said happy birthday didn't you? then you better take it."
"every,"
plap
"fucking"
plap
"drop."
he spilled inside with a final, ragged thrust. you screamed, biting down onto his hand as you clenched your thighs together, trying to keep him as deep as possible.
his lips met the side of your head, pressing a kiss to your hair.
"shit–look at this mess you made. can't even let me have a clean birthday, huh?" he chuckled, cum dripped down your thigh.
when the two of you stilled, your face was buried in his shoulder. black streaks staining his skin, his shirt, his neck – everything.
fwb!tsukishima suggests this "arrangement" out of nowhere. it feels like a joke when he first brings it up, but the more he explains it, the more it seems like a good idea. both of you have needs, but he's too busy with the sendai frogs and working part-time at the museum, and you're busy with work (and admittedly sick of going on shitty tinder dates). it makes sense, right?
fwb!tsukishima is attentive. he can sense your nerves the first time you sleep together, and immediately knows how to calm you down. your hesitance melts as he lightly traces circles on your thighs. he guides you to sit at the edge of his bed, and he kneels in front of you.
"is this okay?" he asks, hooking his fingers in the waistband of your shorts.
"yes."
"if you want to stop, we stop. that's completely fine."
you nod. he watches your reactions as he slowly pulls down your shorts. he tosses them aside, then gently spreads your legs. you watch with wide eyes as he traces the growing wet spot on your panties.
"has anyone ever eaten you out before?"
"yes, but i never really… came from it," you admit, heat rising to your cheeks.
you don't miss the way he smirks at that, "well, there's a first time for everything, yeah?"
he pushes your panties to the side and eats you out like a man starved. he listens to every whine and moan that escapes your mouth and pays attention to the way you grip his hair to make sure you have the best orgasm of your life.
fwb!tsukishima can't help but be a little mean at times, especially when you've both gotten a bit more comfortable with your arrangement. as much as you say otherwise, you absolutely love it (and he knows you do, too). he can tell with how your pussy tightens around him every time.
"you really skipped your work dinner because you wanted dick?" he tsks, gripping your hips as you ride him, "you're just desperate to get fucked, aren't you?
"tsukki— don't say— hnngh!" you whine. you're too far gone to even retort at this point, and he doesn't miss the way you squeeze his cock.
"you like that, huh? like being reminded what a slut you are for me?" he plants his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you, "say it. tell me how much you like it."
"i— fuck— i love it!"
"what do you love, baby?" he starts slamming deeper and deeper into you, making you let out an incoherent string of moans. you try your best to reply, but he's just pounding into you so good, it's hard to think.
"come on, don't tell me you can't even use your words now?" he grins, one hand moving up to pinch your nipple.
"mmm— i— hah— love being your slut!" you say, nails digging into his shoulders as you near your high.
"good. now, prove it. cum on my cock."
fwb!tsukishima has no idea what this feeling rising in his stomach is. all he knows is that he wants to punch the guy that's flirting with you right now. he breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to tear his gaze away from where you're seated to watch his game. he's better than this, he thinks. all he has to do is focus on his warm-ups and get through this game, and— wow are you actually laughing at something this guy is saying?
a whistle. a serve. a rally. a set. a game. the sendai frogs win 3-2, and tsukishima has never scored this many points in a single game before.
before you can properly congratulate him, he's already dragging you to the backseat of his car. he has you sprawled across his lap the moment you're both inside.
"eager to celebrate?" you tease.
he flips your skirt up and pulls your panties down, tracing his fingers down your wet folds, "something like that." he immediately pushes two fingers into you, curling them to hit your g-spot.
"oh my god— mmm— tsukki!" you grip onto his other arm, trying to ground yourself amidst the waves of pleasure already hitting you.
"that's it, be loud for me," he groans into your ear, plunging his fingers into you as his thumb circles your clit, "want you screaming my name when you cum."
and you do. he has you soaking his fingers in record time. he slowly pulls out, licking your wetness from his fingers before kissing the side of your neck. you feel how hard he is against your side and start reaching for his pants, but he stops you.
"but i want to congratulate you," you lightly trace his clothed cock, eyes sparkling and needy.
he nearly gives in (he usually does when you look at him like that), but then he remembers that asshole who made you laugh. "another time, i want tonight to be all about you. is that okay?"
you nod. he has you straddle him and lines himself up with your entrance. he slowly drags you down onto his cock, drawing gasps of pleasure from you. he tucks your hair behind your ear and leaves a kiss on your temple that feels a little too gentle for how you two usually do things.
"remember to let everyone know who's making you feel like this," he whispers, and he starts pounding up into you.
fwb!tsukishima has to keep reminding himself that you have this arrangement because he's too busy. yet, for the past week, he's been moving his schedule around just so he can see you. he reschedules dinners so you can come over, he rushes to your place after practice—he actually wants to make time for you.
"yeah, i think you're just into her," yamaguchi nods in the middle of their dinner-turned-breakfast catch-up (a victim of tsukishima's schedule adjustments), "just ask her out on a real date."
"i don't think she wants that. neither of us did," tsukishima sighs, sipping his coffee.
"well, now you do. maybe she changed her mind, too."
"but what if she doesn't want to?"
"and what if she does?" yamaguchi insists, "you know, nothing in your arrangement says that she has to come to your games. or to your exhibit openings. but she does—"
"because we're friends."
"because she cares about you," his best friend points out, "if you like her, tell her that."
fwb!tsukishima refuses to even admit that to himself until his birthday. he finds you standing at his doorstep, a small box from his favorite bakery in your hands.
"yams said the party was starting at 8," he says, confused but not necessarily upset that you're already here.
"i know, but i figured that—despite how much you love your friends—you'd want something a little quieter first," you explain.
he opens the door wider, letting you in. you open the small box and bring out a slice of his favorite cake, along with a small candle. he helps you find some matches for it and, once it's lit, you sing just the last line of the 'happy birthday' song (aware that he hates having to sit there while everyone's just singing the entire thing at him). he can't help the smile that spreads across his face as he blows out the candles.
"happy birthday, tsukki," you greet, "now if you need some 'recharge' time before the party, i can leave. but if you want some company, i have my clothes for later in my car, so i can hang out if you want. whatever you—"
"stay."
his voice is softer than intended. there's a flash of something he can't quite place that crosses your face, before you smile at him, "okay."
for the first time, you two just spend time together on his couch. he has you cuddled into his chest with jurassic park playing in the background, and he thinks you fit perfectly together. he thinks you could spend more weekends like this. he thinks he likes you more than he realizes.
fwb!tsukishima, for some reason, can't bring himself to sit you down and really tell you how he feels. instead, he tells you the sweetest things while he's balls deep inside you, things that people who are just casually fucking don't say to each other.
"that's it, darling, you look beautiful like this," he says, hooking your leg around his waist, "want to see my girl fall apart for me."
"i always do," you kiss his neck, "you always— mmh!— make me feel so good."
"and i always will, sweetheart."
"tsukki, you— hah— you can't say stuff like that."
"like what?" he asks. he knows exactly what you mean, but he's not about to deal with that today. not yet. right now he's focused on getting you to cream on his cock. he brings your leg higher, thrusting deeper into you as you arch.
"like— fuck, kei," you moan without realizing, your nails raking down his back, "s'good!"
he nearly cums at that. you've never called him kei before. "shit, say it again."
"what?"
he slows to a stop, fighting the urge to appease your disappointed whines. "say my name."
"tsukki?"
he shakes his head, and it clicks for you. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him close, lips nearly touching.
"kei, please fuck me."
he crashes his lips onto yours, moving at an unreal pace. you're pressed against each other, as close as you've ever been, and you savor the way his body heat surrounds you. his thrusts are relentless, but his hands move so gently over your body, touching you with such reverence that you have no idea how to process how good everything feels.
fwb!tsukishima has never been more nervous in his life. he's standing outside your door, hyping himself up to knock on it and actually do what he came here to do. his friends convinced him to, in yachi's words, 'get his shit together and tell you how he feels'. he has a gift bag in your favorite color filled with some snacks, a lego set he thought you'd like to build together, and a bracelet he spent way too much time picking out. he's ready. he can do this. he—
the door unlocks.
"oh, hi!" you say when it opens, "what are you doing here?"
"hey," he starts awkwardly, "i… wanted to talk to you."
"oh, okay! let me just," you bend down to pick up the food delivery by his feet — how did he not notice that? — before inviting him in. you're about to move to the couch, but he stops you.
"sorry, i'm a little too nervous to sit down right now," he smiles sheepishly.
"is everything okay?"
"yeah, yes, everything's fine," he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, unfolding it. you see his handwriting scrawled across it — some parts crossed out, others underlined. his eyes scan over it, and he lightly shakes his head before continuing, "you know what? you can read this another time, you'll probably get a kick out of it." he drops it into the gift bag, handing it to you.
"what's all this?" you take it, peeking at all the contents.
"for you. the others said i shouldn't confess empty-handed."
"what?" you ask. you tilt your head slightly, not sure if you heard him right.
he takes a deep breath, "i like you. a lot. i have for a while now."
you're quiet as the full force of what he's saying hits you. he likes you. he actually likes you.
having had enough of the silence (he's internally freaking out), he coughs lightly, "look, you don't have to say anythi—"
"i like you, too."
"really?" he asks.
"i thought i was being a bit obvious, to be honest," you laugh, walking up to wrap your arms around him. his arms immediately find their way around your waist, hands resting on your lower back to pull you closer.
you like him. you actually like him back. he honestly can't believe it. he never thought he'd get to this point, but he's so damn happy he's here now. he presses a kiss to your forehead, your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth.
"kei!" you laugh as he peppers kisses all over your face, and he swears it's the most beautiful thing he's ever heard.
"you better be ready," he smiles, "i'm going to take you out on the best dates and you're going to love what i have planned for when i properly ask you to be my girlfriend, which will be happening soon."
"you're really raising my expectations here," you raise an eyebrow.
he smiles, softly pressing his lips to yours, "anything for my girl."
art credits - aki_no0921 | divider credits - cursed-carmine
study sessions ⋆˚࿔
tsukishima never makes a big deal out of studying together, but he always chooses a table with good lighting.
sets his notes down neatly, and waits for you to settle beside him before he starts working, and even though he pretends he doesn’t care whether you’re there or not.
he always shifts his chair a little closer so he can glance at your notes and correct something, saying things like, "you missed a step," in that monotone voice.
he just works steadily, and his consistency makes you want to match his pace, so you end up studying longer, focusing better, and feeling proud whenever he nods approvingly at your progress.
him waiting outside your workshops and tutorials ⋆˚࿔
tsukishima claims he only waits outside your classes because it’s on his way, even when it very obviously isn’t.
he stands there with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall with that bored expression he always wears, but the moment he sees you walking out, his posture relaxes just a little, and he falls into step beside you without saying anything about why he’s there.
if you ask, he’ll shrug and say, "can't trust your sense of direction," but he never misses a day. even when he’s tired, or when he has his own assignments.
a spotify playlist he’ll never admit to ⋆˚࿔
tsukishima absolutely has a playlist of songs that remind him of you, but he keeps it hidden and if you ever catch him listening to it, he’ll immediately switch tracks and act like nothing happened.
the playlist isn’t cheesy; it’s full of poetic love songs his parents would play when he was younger or songs he heard while watching films. he updates it constantly, adding new songs whenever something makes him think of you on the walk home or during late‑night study sessions.
his academic drive motivating you ⋆˚࿔
tsukishima doesn’t push you with loud encouragement or dramatic speeches. however, he motivates you simply by existing, by being disciplined, by showing up to every lecture, by finishing assignments early, and by expecting you to take your own goals seriously. he's your number one academic motivation.
when you tell him you’re struggling, he doesn’t sugarcoat anything — he just says, "you can do better than this, i know you can."
it makes you feel more ambitious than any pep talk, and you find yourself wanting to prove him right. for all the times he puts you in place when you fall off or need to get back on track, he always rewards your academic achievements with anything (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) you want him to do.
running to him after his college games ⋆˚࿔
tsukishima pretends he doesn’t care about the crowd or the noise or the attention, but when you run up to him after a match, breathless and excited, he always stops whatever he’s doing and lets you crash into him. his arms wrapping around you, his body a lot more toned than it looks.
"it wasn’t that impressive," even though he knows you watched every second, and he’ll let you tug him closer, your excitement weakening the edges of his usual nonchalant boulder.
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ (pt.3) when you call the haikyuu boys by their first name for the first time
characters: tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, akaashi keiji x gn!reader
synopsis: their last names have always been at the tip of your tongue, so what happens when you do the unthinkable, and finally, call them by their given name?
cw: fluffy rainbows, unestablished relationship, VERY down bad men
wc: 2.6k words, not proofread
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⋆.𐙚 ̊. TSUKISHIMA KEI, he wonders, is he still just an innocent teenage boy in your eyes?
Tsukishima has always wondered how it’s so easy to fall asleep during breaktime in school.
He knows that breaktime is when the devils are released, which means it’s the loudest, because the entire school is free from classes. Certain people like Hinata and Kageyama… He swears, he can hear their voices from afar, bickering with each other.
At home, he’s known to be a light-sleeper. He gets riled up easily by the tiniest of voices, which requires him to wear headphones to sleep sometimes. Not too much, his brother warns him that he might suffer from hearing loss one day.
“You’re not going on lunch break?”
You approach him the moment the bell rings, offering him a small grin. You do that to everyone, coming up to people, having short conversations in means of being friendly.
Tsukishima doesn’t get why you enjoy talking to him. He’s a boring person, and gives short, blunt replies. Being a people-pleaser isn’t in Tsukishima’s books.
“No, I went for the first,” Yet, he still discovers himself trying his best to elongate his words when conversing with you. Just a little, teeny-tiny bit, compared to usual. Perhaps, it’s because you are the only one he finds slightly tolerable, except for Yamaguchi.
You hum as a reply. Then, Tsukishima hears the squeaking of shoes against the floor tiles, and later, doesn’t hear anything else anymore. The classroom goes entirely quiet, and he takes it as a sign to have his well-deserved rest. A daily routine of his.
Forming a criss-cross shape with his arms, he lays his head sideways, facing the wall. Gradually, his eyelids flutter closed, lulling him into a sweet, peaceful slumber.
He thinks he has gotten more than enough sleep from last night, because he ends up waking up earlier than his expected time.
However, before he shifts his head up, the loud footsteps approach his classroom, and he decides to lie down for a while more. Class might be starting soon anyway, he can slot in a few more minutes of rest.
But then, he nearly perks up when your voice enters the room.
“Guys, how about we talk outside instead?” You say in a tone, so soft, it sounds like a light breeze, but Tsukishima can still hear your words as clear as day, “I don’t wanna wake up Kei. He’s been looking tired the whole day.”
Tsukishima’s breath hitches.
“You’re such a caring person, Y/N. Sure there’s nothing else going on between you and him?” Your friend teases you, which earns a few chuckles that slowly fade into the distance. You’ve probably pushed them outside while being in a red fit of bashfulness.
For the first time, the image of your flustered expression pops up in Tsukishima’s mind. He imagines how you’re fiddling with your fingers, words stumbling out of your lips as your tongue twists. He also thinks of how you might be fighting for your life outside, while your friends continue to add oil to the fire.
Tsukishima can’t stop thinking about you.
And he most certainly can’t stop holding your voice close to his heart.
Kei.
To him, you call him Tsukishima. To teachers, you call him Tsukishima. To friends, you also call him Tsukishima.
When he’s absent, do you call him Kei to everyone? How long have you been calling him by his first name, without him knowing? Why do you never call him that when you’re in front of him?
And, why does he care so much about this?
Tsukishima buries his head deeper inside his make-shift arm pillow. The warmth doesn’t aid in the rise of temperature he feels on his face. In fact, it exacerbates the situation. He can’t look up either. His classmates might take notice of him, and it’s the last thing he wants to happen.
Class starts, Tsukishima pushes the thought to the back of his head, thinking of it as a temporary fixation.
Tsukishima tries his best to focus on the syllabus, but the lesson floods his mind, and exits out of the other ear. Your voice is the only thing on his mind now. It has become a giant, towering wave, washing away the unnecessary debris that enters his head.
You have become all he can think of, infiltrating every corner of his life, despite his initial denial.
Which is why, when the time comes, Tsukishima is walking you home for the first time.
Volleyball practice has just ended a few minutes ago, and it's also the first time you've seen him play, too. So, he plays like his life depends on it. Blocking every ball that stands in his way, soaring high above the net, standing tall like a wall, he hopes one day, you can depend on too.
The sky paints a beautiful hue of pink, and the sunlight drapes over you like a blanket, kissing your skin gently.
Tsukishima doesn’t tell anyone about it, how he heard you calling his given name when you thought he was asleep. Not even Yamaguchi, nor his brother. He keeps it to himself, until today, when he lets the long-awaited words slip out of his lips.
“You can start calling me Kei.”
“Huh?”
It’s pristine and clear. Tsukishima doesn’t want to be just Tsukishima to you anymore.
He wants to become something more than that, and it shows on his face, with dusted pink skin, similar to the tint of the skies, all across his skin.
“Stupid, what I mean is…” He takes a step closer to you, just like how you have stepped into his heart, effortlessly, “I want you to start looking at me as a man.”
⋆.𐙚 ̊. SUNA RINTAROU, he's walking on clouds, and nothing else can take away the joy you give him.
It starts with a normal after-school hangout with the three second-years.
However, due to a certain blond getting food poisoning from eating overnight dumplings, the Miyas couldn’t attend the hangout. As quoted by Osamu, “This scrub keeps sayin’ he’s gonna die and apparently, all of a sudden, he can see the light. So sorry y’all.”
The hangout becomes cancelled, what fun is there without the Miya’s providing free entertainment?
Suna proves you otherwise.
He brings you to a photobooth, where the two of you choose stupid hats for each other. You pick out an octopus one, with the tentacles falling off his head. It doesn’t do a single bit of justice for Suna’s good looks, but he looks like he’s enjoying this too much.
Because the hat he chooses for you is the most hideous thing you’ve seen on earth.
“I’m not wearing this.”
“I think you make a good ostrich,” He proceeds to plop the hat on you, where a pink ostrich rises from the base of the hat with a funny expression.
When the two of you enter the photobooth, something shifts.
He leans in close to your side, like never before, to the point where his shoulder is touching yours. You steal a glance at him, the word ‘unbothered’ written all across his face.
Gulping heavily, you try your best to pay no attention to it, and cover it up with a smile to the camera.
Then, he takes you to a lake, and teaches you about skipping stones, where you have to toss pebbles, making them bounce across the water's surface.
It turns into a competition, filled with endless bickering and laughter. You sabotage him multiple times, which ends up with him being the loser. He rolls his eyes, saying, “Cheater cheater pants on fire.”
“I think that’s the wrong way to say it.”
He huffs, “I don’t care.”
The day ends with him walking you back home under a peaceful sunset. A classic epilogue to a romance novel, except… the two of you are only friends.
Just friends.
It echoes in Suna’s mind like a mantra, a reminder that claws at the back of his mind.
The walk back is as silent as ever, with Suna beside you. You don’t notice, but he purposely makes his steps smaller, so he’s walking at the same pace as you, like how he always does, no matter where you are.
Suna likes staying close to you, and it’s clear that he likes it when he drops you off at your house, lingering a bit too long at the front gate with you. His hands are stuck inside his pockets, and his bag is slung over one of his shoulders as he stands before you, a high school boy who’s just in love.
“I had a very fun time today. Maybe it’s good that Atsumu and Osamu didn’t come,” You make a light joke, chuckling, a sound that Suna dearly adores.
Suna lets his lips quirk up slightly at the side, “You’re right. They would have ruined our peace.”
Then, there’s a moment of silence. Suna has heard that his eyes are intimidating whenever he stares too hard at someone or something, but to you, his gaze falls over you with a gentleness like never before.
So, you bid farewell, and prepare to enter your house, to Suna’s despair.
However, things change when you suddenly turn around, grasping onto the straps of your bag, and look up to him with the most ethereal smile he’s ever seen.
“Oh, and… thanks for today, Rintarou.”
Suna’s world entirely stops spinning for a while. He sees flowers all over the place, and they’re at full-bloom. Butterflies are fluttering inside his stomach, slinking into his heart before swallowing it up; it forces an emergency stop to his pulsing blood, making him want to keel over.
Yet, whenever he opens his mouth to speak, he feels his heart beating at his throat, and at that moment, Suna Rintarou truly feels like he’s become the successful main character of a love story.
“You called me Rintarou.”
“Uhh, yeah?”
He sucks in a deep breath, and god, he feels so, so happy.
He’s nearly going to do a thousand jumping jacks, hundreds of his most hated burpees, but he doesn’t, and offers you his last words, “Call the emergency services, I’m about to die.”
And Suna Rintarou really pretends to faint, dropping limp onto the ground, limbs all sprawled out like a starfish, not a single worry about how he’s going to stain his white uniform, and has to stay up late washing it.
While you yell out his name in a panic and fret, a small rising smile blooms on his lips.
If he dies tomorrow, then so be it.
The world can crash and burn, but Suna Rintarou is already glad he gets to live for another day to hear your voice.
⋆.𐙚 ̊. AKAASHI KEIJI, he realises he can't live a single moment without you, you are all that he needs.
Akaashi Keiji is calm, analytical, humble, and most likely, the most flawless human to exist on this earth. He opens the door for people to enter first. He notices the small errors and won’t hesitate to fix them. He treats everyone as an equal, letting them have their own spotlight to shine.
However, Akaashi is never good at withstanding stress. When a big match comes up, he paces around the waiting room endlessly, breathing heavily. When questioned about it, he says he’s doing breathing exercises.
“You sure…? Your face looks very constipated.”
Perhaps he should be like Hinata, and take a big dump before competing, but it’s way too late for him to stop by the toilet.
“I’m fine…” Akaashi barely holds back the tremble in his voice, clasping his hands together to prevent anyone from seeing that they’re uncontrollably shaking.
Even with Bokuto being in high spirits, and everyone else motivated to crush the rival team, Akaashi still feels a certain sensation of anxiety, crawling up his back and whispering negative thoughts into his head.
Hence, when the team finally prepares to head out to the giant court, Akaashi gets blinded by the lights, the number of people on the bleachers cheering for them, and the empty spot in the middle, where he will soon stand.
Akaashi gulps nervously, standing behind the tall and confident Bokuto to hide himself from the attention.
What if he fails today? What if he can’t make a good set, and ends up leading his team to a loss? Endless thoughts run in Akaashi’s head, bumping into each other, causing a great landslide.
It’s unfortunate you can’t make it to the game today, due to having made plans with your friends beforehand.
Akaashi doesn’t mind you hanging out with friends, and he certainly doesn’t want to bother you, but the lack of your presence completely alters his mood. Whenever he’s down in the dumps, you are always there to lift him up, like a warm glow of light that embraces his fading self.
He… really wishes you had come to cheer for him.
“Hey, Akaashi!”
He doesn’t know why his mood is getting to him. Is he becoming a second Bokuto?
“Akaashi!”
He really can’t help it. He’s not at the top of his game today, so should he just run—
“Keiji!”
Akaashi turns around almost immediately, and his eyes widen, with sudden stars that glimmer hope within them. At that moment, there’s no one else in his world, only you, and that enchanting smile of yours that effortlessly steals away his heart.
“I… I am so sorry for being late, my friends are waiting for me, but I still have to say this…” Your lips are parted, harsh breaths being panted, a sign that you have actually run, just to be with him.
Then, before he knows it, you are taking his hands in yours, just like how you’ve taken his whole life in one breath. You intertwine your fingers with his, holding them tight and close to your being—
Akaashi feels himself losing grip with reality, as he subconsciously drifts off into your existence, fusing into one with his palpitating feelings.
The final punch in the gut occurs to Akaashi when a grin dances on your lips, as you exclaim, with radiating optimism, “Good luck with your match, Keiji! I’ll be cheering for you and your team!”
Akaashi doesn’t realise the entire team behind him is throwing teasing remarks at him, nor does he notice his own hands are quivering, not from uneasiness, but from longing. And Akaashi doesn’t remember the last time he has longed for someone this much.
And so, he grasps onto that feeling, and reminds himself that it’s not a dream anymore.
Akaashi makes a promise to himself, with a beating heart, beating like it’s about to die. If he doesn’t win this match, he doesn’t deserve your heart.
“Is it just me, or did the vibe around Akaashi suddenly change?” One of his teammates comments, nudging the said boy’s shoulder with a knowing smirk.
With a subtle, genuine smile, Akaashi replies as if it’s the most natural thing in the whole world, “I am merely feeling motivated to win, I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
Win. He will win this match, because you are cheering for him, and he needs nothing more than that.
Akaashi Keiji, clutching on his fists with nothing but perseverance, steps into the blazing fire for you; not as a superhero that comes in to save the day with his setter abilities, but as a desperate high school teenage boy, willing to dedicate his whole seventeen years of life to this one moment.
This one single moment that will make him feel that he’s finally, and sincerely, worthy of being yours.
I wanted to ask for some hq smut. Short thingsies or hc are ok for me! I want the Wedding night, like, no brutal fucking, genuinly making love to fem reader.
I really really want Oikawa n Tsukishima and if you feel like him too, i would love Sakusa too
THANK U SM OMFG 🫶😭
⚝₊˚𖦹౨ৎ— Wedding Night.ᐟ ♡
⚝ Haikyuu!! Boys x Reader!
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Wedding night love making! -NSFW, Praise, soft smut, fluff-ish, penetration, light cussing.
This man was beaming the whole day, wider than ever before, too quiet, like one wrong word and he might wake up to an empty bed for the end of his dream. He was a giddy schoolgirl when he saw you in that dress, wanting to cry when you walked down the aisle. He couldn't wait for these guests to leave, so he could have you to himself.
When you both reached the room, he lifted you up and twirled you around, grinning in not the usual charming way, but a more genuine, boyish way as he whispered, "God, finally, finally. I can't breathe!" He settled you down on his bed, laying you down while his lips were latched to yours, he mumbled in a few praises about how good you looked, how lucky he is to get to call you his wife now as you both giggled over things previously unsaid, and how he's now acting all sappy. He lied you down on the bed, unzipping your dress.
"You looked so, so stunning tonight, I forgot I was even there, angel." He hummed, looking at you with a faint smile as he took a moment to admire you, hands trailing down every inch like he's been dreaming of this for too long, in that moment, I believe he'd want to drop his teasing & cocky persona for the moment, (Do not get used to it) He's thanking to whatever supreme deity there is above, because this is his greatest win in life.
He makes it his goal to make this as good as possible, to pour his soul about just how much he loves you, in ways his words would fail to express, he wants to show you just how much. Leaving faint lovebites on your neck he's sure to get swatted for in the morning, his mouth trailing low, and hands even lower. "Tell me to stop when it gets too much.", oh, sweetheart. He's practically fawning over you, eyes darting everywhere as he pulls your thighs apart, tip sliding against your entrance, soon lowering himself into you, slowly, like he wants you to feel every inch of him, giving you time to breathe. "Y'know, I really lucked out in highschool." He hummed in your ear, voice laced with something you couldn't pin down. He was enjoying this, these little ministrations were getting to him. Praises, praises, & praises as he's cupping your breast, lightly pinching the nipple while your eyes roll back. He's just giddy, slow yet deep thrusts delving into you while his hands caress you and hold you down, your hands tangling in strands of his hair, tugging him closer, his cock hitting your spots repeatedly, unhurriedly, hands pinning yours to the bed when he picks up a steadier pace, while he's kissing you over and over again till you fall apart on his hands, "T-..Toru..", absolutely thrives on sounds. "On it." Doesn't give you a chance to complain as he pushes himself deeper, not rough, just slow. His thrusts soon falter when you two near, eventually releasing. Will hold you and cuddle you to sleep afterwards, whispering in your ear how he's once again that lovesick second year who fell for you. He plops down on the bed breathlessly beside you. "I promise to love you and cherish you whole heartedly, forever, even if death do us part, and I'd love you now and forever, until the next life I get to share with you." No way did this idiot just recite his vows again after ...sex?! "Toru, you fuckin' dumbass.", "Just makin' sure, wifey." and he chuckled, for this is what he wants to wake up to everyday, for you are the win for everytime he lost in his life. -And honestly, you wouldn't have it any other way.
𖦹 ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ .ᐟ
He really didn't care that it was his day as well. It was yours. He really couldn't care less about the wedding guests, if he'd be asked to recall his favourite parts of the wedding, there won't be a single face other than yours in his head.
The whole ceremony, he looked nowhere but you. And finally when the 'lousy guests' as he says, were gone, he couldn't wait to get you. He's smiling, watching you twirl around in your dress, showing off how pretty you looked. "Of course you did, I picked that dress." He looks at you with such a fond little smile, grabbing you by the hand as he pulls you on the bed with him, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. "You looked jaw-dropping." he included while you loosened his tie, exchanging a few snarky remarks about how you just can't get your hands off him.
But soon, he's the one who can't get his hands off you. Pushing your dress off your shoulders, he's visibly taken aback by the view, audibly swallowing as he whispers in, a few praises that sound foreign to his own ears. He's not a man of many words, but he'll gladly fill your ears with praises if he gets his fill of you. Leaning in, he kisses your lips, before those kisses trail down your neck, to your chest, like he's trying to engrave every inch to his brain through his lips. You hummed something about him taking credit as usual, hands tangling in his hair, and he smirked. He lays you flat against the bed as you two bicker about how your life turned out here from your highschool days, giggles and chuckles turning into moans, gasps and whimpers as he's into you, pulling out- not all the way before going back in, slow, considerate. "Back then I never knew why you stuck around, but I guess, now you're stuck around, forever.", "Willingly. Ring off or on." you muttered out breathlessly with a smile. And he gives you such a childish, sheepish even, grin. "I suppose that's right, You never stopped being cheesy." He leaned in to kiss you before you could make any sounds of protest at his reply, his kiss deep and passionate like he's been meaning to pour confessions worth a decade into it. He retains his pace, slow, deep thrusts into your aching cunt, holding your thighs stable in his hands when he feels your body shaking, walls clenching around his length, he bites his lip, letting out a shaky exhale as he kisses your forehead.
"Mhm..you're doing such a good job, darling." His voice is so uncharacteristically soft, like he's trying to reassure both you and himself that it's happening really happening, his eyes never leaving yours. And after a while, his pace and rhythm falters, he grunts, tilting your head up as he presses another kiss to your forehead while you both come undone. He holds you in his arms, hands running through your hair as he whispers some breathless promises that you both are too hazy to remember, "You've no idea how much I've dreamt of this, Mrs. Tsukishima." and that comment doesn't just make you giddy, but also him.
𖦹 ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ .ᐟ
It's one of those rare times you've never seen him in a rush, one of those times where he's patient, happy, like he's genuinely filming this whole day in his head, filming you in his head, because he knows he'll never live this day again.
He stayed back, waving those guests off, making you wonder whether if this was even the same man before he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the room with the widest grin you've seen on him. "God, you look so pretty, I can't take my eyes off of you." He chuckled, crashing his lips with yours as he set you down on the bed.
"Hard to believe I bagged a wife, one as pretty as you, love." He rested his forehead against you as you began to loosen his tie, his hands slowly, carefully undressing you like he's unwrapping a present, which is true, after all, you are kind of one, to him. He took a moment to admire you, his calloused hands hovering over your skin hesitantly before you pulled him closer and he got the message. His hands now roaming over your body like he's analyzing a court, his eyes focused, but soft, his lips dragging themselves from your lips to your neck as he bit down, leaving marks on places he'd be very proud of, later. He's so sappy as he positions himself between your thighs, the faintest tint of pink on his cheeks as his tip rubs against your folds. This is the softest you've ever seen him aside from the day he dropped juice over himself while confessing to you back in highschool. He's looking at you the whole time, gouging your reaction as he pushes inside you, slowly. His eyes are so wide and dreamy, panting softly before he buries his face in your neck, his rhythm never faltering. "You've made me the happiest man alive, baby. I'll make sure I return the favor. Everyday." and you can't help but giggle at his giddy behaviour, It's hard to believe he's the same Iwaizumi, who's now a blushing, sappy mess while he's rolling his hips against yours, hand clenching the headboard, veins rippling in his arms from just how tight his grip is. But all of that just makes you fall in love with him more, after all, what's a better feeling than being confessed love to, over and over again while you're struggling to think straight from just how big his cock is?
His pace doesn't falter too quick, it's his goal to get you to orgasm, but you know he's close when he's grunting a little more, the veins on his dick twitching as he's panting. Eventually, after you've both been milked dry, he plops down on the bed, pulls you on his chest, his big arms circling you whole as you whisper, "Haji, baby, I love you too." and he grins, hands caressing your hair, until his sappy mode turns back on. "You make my days far more bearable. Thank you, darling.", he's blushing the entire time, praying you don't see him so flustered because he doesn't even know why he is. But he knows, he wants to stay like this for the rest of his life.
𖦹 ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ .ᐟ
He's so uncharacteristic, donned up in a suit and blushing like a maiden when you stood infront of him at the altar, hands unstable and fingers fidgeting, his mind was reeling with words unsaid, grinning at you like he did for the first time he laid his eyes on you.
"I'm still mentally not here, it's unfair how beautiful you looked." He smiled, cupping your face as he joked, in order to retain some semblance of his breaking composure, he could frankly cry from just thinking that he's married now, that too, to the person of his dreams. He pushed himself off the wall, placing a chaste kiss to your lips, which soon turned deeper, more passionate as he lifted you up in his arms and placed you on the bed, climbing over you with the widest grin you've seen on him. Not the cocky grin you're used to, but more like a lovestruck expression you see on kids when they get a crush. Boyish, unfiltered. His hands travel across you body, undressing you slowly, his breath hitching when you undid his buttons. He slid the dress off you, his eyes trailing, eyeing you up and down appreciatively.
"You're gawking like a damn virgin, Tetsu." You teased him, he chuckled as he lied you down impatiently, his touch leaving trails of heat in their wake. "I can't help it. You're too, too pretty for your own good." he kissed your cheek, hands cupping your soft mounds as he squeezed them, hands spreading your plush thighs. "And hey, I'm allowed to gawk at what's mine." He mused, whispering in your ear, hands caressing your thighs softly, like he's mapping them inch by inch with his hands before he parts them, positioning himself in between, his tip pressed right against your entrance. "Push me away when you feel like.", he reassures you before his cock slides inside your pussy, slow, deliberate, stretching you out while your nails dig into his shoulder, clawing at his chest. He looks at you, eyes locked on the your face, both to check how you're feeling, and admire it. "Y'know...you kinda blessed me before the priest did." He grinned, sheepish at his cheesy jokes, which, sure, sound insufferably corny, but are sincere. He holds you down, lavishing you with kisses, hickies as he tells you just how proud he is, how incredibly lucky he must've been that he's at this point in life. You don't know which point though- the relationship or the current ongoing sex, but you were fine by both.
He continued his thrusts and sheepish praises, his hands occasionally caressing your body so it wouldn't be too aching for you, your moans and gasps making his eyes roll back, his breathing heavy and ragged when your fingers tangled in locks of his hair, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips when he felt your pussy clenching around him more desperately. You were close, so was he. Still, he rode you through your orgasm, and took a moment to admire how you looked beneath him. "You're the hardest, yet the best thing I ever had to win over, but I'll do it all over again. In every life." He whispered against your neck, arms trapping you in his embrace as you two bantered about his cheesy antics. He looked at you and thought to himself, about just how blissful his mornings are going to be, starting from tonight.
𖦹 ᴍɪʏᴀ ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ .ᐟ
Atsumu was a self-assured, confident man, until your wedding day. He was freaking out, all emotional and hyper when he saw you, dolled up for him in a white dress, and when you stood infront of him at the altar, he'd already shed a few tears from just how enchanting you looked, from how you were now gonna be his.
You had to calm his brain down, because oh boy, was he a teary-eyed, giggling mess who couldn't stop hugging you with those big arms of his, refusing to let you go. "Jesus, 'm god. 'tis real, yer' real!" his eyes were shining, hair fallen over them. He had the silliest grin on his face, it was like his hands had a mind of their own, ad he just couldn't bring himself to stop kissing you. After a long smooch-session, he plopped down on the bed and pulled you over himself, his calloused yet careful fingers brushing strands of your hair away, so he could meet your eyes. "Yer' m' wife now, can ya believe that? Hell, I can't!" and you two giggled over a few things that lead to one another.
Soon, he flipped you over, his mellow eyes scanning your face while you fiddled with his tie and buttons, sliding his shirt off, letting your hands roam over his broad, built figure. He hummed in content, pushing your own dress down as he left feather-light, hot kisses over your body. Neck, chest, collarbone, stomach, just wherever his lips could land. "Yer' so, so pretty, I wonder how I landed ya." He whispered, his tongue soon circling your nipple and his fingertips drawing patterns across your thighs. "..'Tsumu-", you croaked out, and thankfully, he took the signal. His hands now parted your thighs to a good distance, positioning himself between your legs as he wrapped them around his waist. "Sweetheart, hold on tight, 'kay?" He whispered in your ear as his cock made contact with your glistening folds, his fingers twirling strands of your hair around them, the other hand holding the head board.
And with those words, he finally lowered himself inside your entrance, bit by bit, savoring the moment as you clung to him, a sputtered string of incoherent praises leaving his lips at how good you felt, how desperately your hands tried to hold onto his sturdy shoulders when he picked up his place, though by only a notch. His hands caressed whatever part of your skin they landed on, soothing you while you arched into his touch. Not long after, you were spent. And he once again cradled you in his arms. "Baby, yer' gonna marry me, right?" he whispered, and you looked at him incredulously, "..'Tsumu, we just got married, today." and he was quick to retort with a wide, enamored yet sheepish grin, "Again, for good measure." and at that, he knew he fumbled so many things, but today, he made a decision worth a blissful lifetime.
𖦹 ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ .ᐟ
The ever quiet, maybe even stoic and aloof individual is so, so close to his breaking point, he can't focus on anything else aside from how angelic you look, so much so, that he almost forgets that he's the one marrying you, and he's not here to watch.
He isn't quite at all, giggling and blushing like a dopey, intoxicated teen who had his first taste of alcohol. His hands are unable to keep themselves off you as he backs you against a wall, peppering your face in kisses, "It's impossible for me to convey just how much I waited for this.." He trails off as he locks his gaze with yours, leaving a fluttering kiss to your lips. "..for you." He continues sheepishly as he scoops you up in his arms, cradling you against his chest, whispering sweet nothings like a prayer as he sets you down on the bed. His hands slowly tugging out your accessories and the laces of your dress, letting it fall apart as he stared at you with wide eyes.
"Oh, god, wake me up. Wake me up." He mumbled under his breath as his hands finally made contact with your body, his touch light and reverent. "You're awake, Kags." you couldn't help but tease him at his flustered reaction, and he just frowned at you, cheeks still tinted with a faint pink as he narrowed his eyes at you, clicking his tongue in faux annoyance, "I know that.", but his frown softened when you chuckled, pulling him over you, his fingers brushing strands of your hair away from your face. "I really must have done something praise-worthy that I ended up with you.", he whispered meekly while you continued teasing him that you too, didn't know how you fell for this brooding introvert. "Oh please. Shut up." He grumbled as he pushed your legs apart, feeling the skin with his fingers while his teeth grazed over your neck and chest, leaving streaks of faint red wherever they touched.
He took a few deep breaths as he lined up his cock against your dripping cunt, taking a moment to look at you, before he slowly pushed himself in, waiting for you to adjust to him. "You look so pretty like this." He whispered in your ear, his cock throbbing as you moan next to his ears. But really, he's been doing a fairly well job keeping his cool as he resumes his thrusting. His hand holds your thigh to steady you, the other under your waist as you arch your back. He's close, really close, but so are you. So after a euphoric orgasm from you two, he pulls you close to him, he's silent, his hands caressing your body before he let's out a whisper which sounds like he's holding tears, "Thank you, love."
A/N: I hope my blatant favouritism for a particular character in this wasn't too obvious, lmao.
Sorry if it's toooo long, I just poured my heart and soul into this. (๑•﹏•)
(Couldn't include Sakusa because I have slight trouble writing for him)
Thank you for reading!
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