wet rag men who… let’s you drag him around and does absolutely nothing about it because he can’t say no to you
wet rag men who… probably has a terrible back posture
wet rag men who… twitches in his pants when you walk past or even mutter a word to him
wet rag men who… does what hes told no questions asked but thats just in general…maybe
wet rag men who… cries when hes overstimulated—sobbing if you will.
wet rag men who… is overly appreciative and cant exactly wrap his head around the fact that YOU, a beautiful being, loves him
wet rag men who… even while dating, still hesitates to hold your hands or start a kiss first
wet rag men who… also cries when being both degraded and praised
wet rag men who… so awkward it hurts. A convo would barely make a start due to him having to stop and think about what to say—and even then itll still be ‘wrong’.
wet rag men who… when kissing you, doesnt know where to put his hands
wet rag men who… feels slightly out of place next to you, how the hell did he bag you? polar opposites
wet rag men who… secretly takes pride in standing next to you most times. he wouldn’t want it any other way
confessing to karasuno boys, giving them a letter then running away, only for you to get chased down.
karasuno vbc x f!reader
inspired by that one tiktok where reader confesses, so credits to them! i obviously changed everything up and added some twists but the whole idea isn’t from me <3
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
sawamura daichi
you’d spent hours writing daichi’s letter, every word rewritten three times until it looked neat and perfect. you found him leading stretches after practice and your heart almost gave out.
you shuffled up, shoved the envelope into his hand and blurted, “don’t read it until later!” before bolting.
daichi blinked, confused, then glanced down. one look at your careful handwriting and he already knew it was something big. and suddenly—you were running away from him. oh no. not happening.
“y/n! wait!” he shouted, jogging after you with dad speed. you squealed, weaving between benches and bags, but he was faster, stronger, and absolutely not letting his precious sweetheart, out of his sight.
he cornered you gently against the gym wall, smiling that warm captain smile that made you weak. “you don’t need to run from me. especially not after giving me something this important.” he tucked the letter neatly into his pocket like a sacred charm. “i’ll keep this safe. i’ll keep you safe.”
…was it just you, or did his grip on your wrist linger a little too long?
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sugawara kōshi
suga was casually checking homework in the empty classroom when you nervously placed a folded note on his desk. “read it later, okay?” you whispered before sprinting out.
he waited until the hallway was quiet before opening it. his eyes danced over the words, and a slow grin spread across his face. oh, you were too cute.
“y/n~” he sing-songed, standing so fast his chair toppled over. his voice echoed down the hallway as he strolled after you, pretending to be calm but moving fast. “you can’t just say you like me and vanish. don’t you know i’ll always find you?”
you tried hiding behind the stairwell, but suddenly—he was right behind you. “boo.” his whisper made you jump so hard you nearly fell, but he caught your wrist smoothly.
his chuckle was soft against your ear. “don’t run, sweetheart. i’ve been waiting for this.” he folded the note neatly, slipped it into his breast pocket, then tapped it twice like sealing a promise.
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azumane asahi
too nervous to hand it over directly, you slipped your letter into asahi’s shoe locker. but later, when you peeked back, you found him just standing there staring at it like it was radioactive.
he finally unfolded it, and his entire face went crimson. “a-ahhh, she—” his voice cracked. and then he saw you down the hall. your eyes met.
you bolted.
“w-wait!! please, don’t—don’t run!!” he panicked, fumbling after you, nearly tripping over his own feet in desperation.
“it’s embarrassing!!” you squealed.
“but i—I don’t want you to think i don’t feel the same!!”
he finally caught you near the gym doors, breathless, hair frazzled. he clutched the letter with both hands like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“i’ll… i’ll treasure this. i’ll treasure you. i promise.” his shaky determination made your heart squeeze. and the way he slipped your note carefully into his jacket pocket like it’s national treasure.
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nishinoya yū
you’d tried to be subtle, slipping a folded letter into noya’s palm during practice. “don’t open it until later!” you hissed.
but he was nishinoya. of course he ripped it open immediately.
“WHAT?! Y/N LOVES ME?!” he screamed so loud half the gym dropped their water bottles. tanaka screamed too, because that’s what best friends do.
you shrieked and bolted, but noya was already tearing after you at full libero speed. “YOU THINK YOU CAN OUTRUN THE GUARDIAN DEITY OF KARASUNO?!”
you sprinted down the hallway, heart racing, but suddenly he lunged and blocked your path like a defensive wall. he was bouncing on his toes, grinning like a maniac.
“so it’s true, right? you mean it?” his dark eyes were wide, gleaming almost desperately. when you nodded, embarrassed, he slammed a hand against the wall beside your head, leaning in close.
“good. because now you’re mine. forever.” he laughed, but his grip on your shoulder was a little too tight to be just a joke.
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tanaka ryūnosuke
you tried to be sneaky and tucked the letter under his water bottle. but tanaka noticed instantly.
“huh? what’s this?” he asked, ripping it open right then and there. the second he read “i like you” his soul ignited.
“OH MY GOD. OH MY—”
you were already halfway down the hallway when he bellowed, “Y/N, BABY!!! TRUE LOVE IS REAL!!” and barreled after you like a man possessed.
he caught you and spun you around dramatically, nearly dropping you but catching you again with surprising tenderness. “I ACCEPT YOUR LOVE!! I SWEAR TO TREASURE IT FOREVER!!” he shouted, eyes blazing with sincerity.
and yet, when he carefully folded your letter and slipped it into his pocket with reverence, the way his hand lingered there felt almost worshipful. it is
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ennoshita chikara
you slipped him the letter after practice, mumbling, “please don’t read it now,” before running away.
ennoshita read it immediately.
he sighed, smiling to himself. “she’s too cute…” and then—he followed. calm, steady, like he had all the time in the world.
you peeked over your shoulder only to see him jogging calmly behind you. “you knew i’d chase you, right? you can’t just drop something like this on me and disappear.”
when he finally caught you, he simply held the letter out between you. “this is precious. you’re precious. don’t run from me, okay?” his voice was steady, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes, like he wasn’t asking—he was deciding.
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kinoshita hisashi
you slipped the letter into his math notebook, heart pounding. hours later, you heard him practically shout from across the campus.
“NO WAY—Y/N?!”
next thing you knew, he was sprinting toward you with the speed of a man possessed, waving the note above his head. “Y/N!!! YOU—YOU LIKE ME?!”
you panicked, darting behind the gym, but he found you instantly.
“is this real?” he panted, smiling like he’d just won the lottery. “please tell me it’s real.” his hands shook as he clutched the letter to his chest. “you don’t know how long i’ve wanted this…”
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narita kazuhito
you dropped the letter on his desk before class ended and bolted.
narita stared at it for a long time, then slowly opened it.
he read the first line and froze. then, determined, he searched for you.
he found you outside the school gate, laughing breathlessly as he caught your wrist. “you thought you could just give me this and leave me hanging? not happening.”
he squeezed your hand gently, his smile tender but firm. “i’ll take this seriously. i’ll take you seriously. don’t run away from me again, okay?” and though his tone was soft, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of a promise you weren’t allowed to break.
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kageyama tobio
you shoved the letter at him after practice and ran.
kageyama stood frozen, then opened it. the second he realized it was a confession, his entire face turned scarlet. “eh—EH?!”
he sprinted after you, sneakers pounding on the floor. “WAIT! YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THIS AND LEAVE!” his voice cracked.
he finally caught you, gripping the note so tightly it crinkled. “you… you like me? for real? then—then don’t run away. i’ll keep up. i’ll always keep up. you’re never leaving me behind.”
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hinata shōyō
you tucked the letter into his lunchbox, and when he opened it, he screamed. “W-WHAT—”
he spotted you across the gym and took off like a rocket. “Y/N!!”
you dashed, but he was bouncing around you like a hyper puppy. “is this real?! you like me?!” his face was so red he looked ready to combust. “oh my god oh my god, me too!! don’t ever run away, i’ll always catch you!”
he hugged your note against his chest like it was oxygen, his grin wide and desperate. ‘good. finally.’
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tsukishima kei
you slipped the letter into his textbook. tsukishima read it, raised an eyebrow, and smirked.
you immediately bolted, but his long strides ate up the hallway. “seriously? you thought you could drop this on me and run?”
he cornered you against the lockers, leaning down until his glasses glinted. “you like me, huh? then stop running. because you’re mine now.” his calm tone made your skin prickle more than yelling ever could.
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yamaguchi tadashi
you handed him the letter after practice, cheeks red, before running off.
yamaguchi unfolded it with trembling hands. “she… she likes me?” his heart practically leapt out of his chest.
he spotted you running and dashed after you without thinking. “y/n! wait!” he caught up, breathless, but grinning. “don’t… don’t run. i’ve wanted this for so long.”
he clutched the letter so tightly it wrinkled. “you don’t know how much this means to me. i’ll take care of it. i’ll take care of you.” his soft smile made you weak—yet his desperate grip on your wrist told you he meant every word literally.
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♡‧₊˚✧ ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ✧˚₊‧♡
a/n: i already have a few drafts for other teams 😮💨
“p-please stop teasing me” he whined backing away from you. “freckles, i’m not teasing you. a wife can’t miss her husband?” stepping closer towards him, he trips over himself hitting the wall behind him.
“what, don’t miss me tadashi?” you said sliding my finger down his buttoned shirt, “s-stop saying my name like that. you’re .. you’re driving me crazy.” he shuffles against the wall to avoid your lustful gaze, “you can’t hide from me, tadashi.”
you haven’t even done anything yet and he was already bulging through his pants. you poke at it sending him squirming against you and the wall. “ta.da.shi. what do we have here?”
he throws his hands over his his face trying to hide the redness, he should’ve known that was no use. “just let me take care you.” you whisper in his ear, he whined in response bucking his hips slightly against you.
grabbing him by that polkadot tie he knows you like, causing him to stumble, you lead him to the couch. you watched as he falls onto the couch with a light bounce and still tomato red. he watches you as you get down on the ground, like instinct he shifted his open legs for easy access for you.
before he could react you pulled him down to give you a kiss and boy oh boy did he want that kiss. he grabs you by your hair not hard but just firm enough for him to pull you in harder. pushing you in harder and harder wanting more than he was getting. you watched him pant as you pushed him away, “such a greedy boy, freckles.”
and without another word, you slide down his pants and boxers just enough for him to be exposed.
you started your hand work slow and sloppy making him squeeze his eyes shut letting out a needy whimper. his fingers gripped the couch cushions desperately as he tries to control himself. “p-pleaseplease.” he couldn’t say more, all thoughts that were rational continued to slip away from him. the only thing he could feel was his overwhelming need for you.
you continued on but started sucking him in completely. his head rolled back — pale, and trembling with every take of air. his vision became a hazy blur. the only things he could make out where the sound of his belt clanking every time one of you moved—and the spit bubbles that you and him created. he reached out to your shoulders desperately trying to keep you place but you wouldn’t budge.
“stop trying to fight me and take it like a good boy tadashi.” in response he whined and twitched in your mouth, “yes m-ma’am.”
every lick and suck made him shiver and whine. you changed your sucking movements into something more sloppy, his mouth flew open but nothing came out but silent gasps for air—his breaths came in desperate bursts and his fingers tangle in your hair just as desperately.
he starts to fuck into you, “m-ma’am .. ma’am i’m soso c-close..” before he could start moving with anymore need, you held him in place. he squirmed under you bolting his hands back to gripping your shoulders, “ph—fuckshitshitshit .. i can’t .. i can’t .. ple-”
and before he could finish that sentence he whined as he filled your mouth, squirming and rambling something you couldn’t understand.
you pull away from him sticking your tongue out, showing him the mess he created.
HINATA & OIKAWA wanted to have fun together during their time in rio, and naturally, that entailed hitting up local bars and clubs during the night. and who were to condemn them if that led to bringing a sweet girl back to their hotel rooms? it’s part of the culture, after all. however, the issue lay in the fact that they both had their eyes set on the same woman — and neither of them had any intention of compromising.
alas, their joint stubbornness is what led them to their current situation.
the three of you would drunkenly stagger back to their hotel rooms — while they feign being helpful and wrap their arms protectively around your body under the guise of stablising your inebriated form. but in actuality, they were probably far worse off than you, and would often lose their own balance while handling your hips or lower back, which would then lead to you tripping over too.
eventually you reach their hotel rooms, and due to the fact oikawa lost his keycard at some blankened point during their escapade, it was hinata's room that you all ended up stumbling into.
even while on the lively streets or during the brief intermission in the silent elevator together, the three of you were inappropriately close; leaving slopping kisses on any pieces of exposed flesh and grabbing at parts of each other that could only be described as intimate. thankfully most pedestrians were more involved in their own business, and any onlookers that did notice your PDA were far too drunk to care.
and the affection was only accelerated as soon as you stepped foot into the privacy of hinata's hotel room. almost instantly it became a hot mess; an entanglement of limbs and appendages, furiously trying to get as close to each other as possible.
of course they were more focused on you than each other, and you tried to pay them each and equal amount of attention. thus your clothes became the immediate victims of both their scrutinies, and were torn and ripped off your body urgently by the various hands wandering over your supple figure. for the most part, you let your eyes drift shut and your mind cloud over while their big hands saturated your soft skin, occassionally flicking your nipples or pinching your clit. four hands on you at once.
however if you paid attention, you could tell whose hands belonged to whom.
oikawa was positioned closely behind you, to the point where you could find his firm abs against your back and his breath tickling the crook of your neck. his hands were slender and expert, and his touch was far more playful. fondling your tits or teasing your sensitive clit; all of which he would use as fuel for his growing erection, that you could feel growing against your plush thighs, even through the fabric of his pants. whenever he would elicit a cute moan from your pretty lips, you could feel him huff a chuckle into your neck.
hinata's hands were a bit smaller, but much faster and more keen. he was stood in front of you, and seemingly couldn't decide what he wanted to do. he'd engage you for a deep kiss for around ten seconds at a time, and just before it would get too heavy, he pull away to shift his full attention back onto your body. allowing his daring touch to slip behind you and fully grope your ass, or sink between your legs and excitedly finger you. he was a bit erratic, you could never tell what he was going to do next, and you liked that.
this trite foreplay, however sexy, didn't to satiate them for long though. soon, they became hungry for more of your intoxicating figure.
oikawa was the first one to make a move. while you were sandwiched between the boys, hinata's fingers were knuckles' deep inside your hole, thrusting into you over and over, while squelching noises filled the room. his lips were connected your delicate neck and he was sucking harsh hickeys into your skin. that, in combination with oikawa's arms snaked around your waist so he could rub your clit, was enough to have your knees buckling under you and a lewd string of moans pouring from your heart.
since your mind was clouded with pleasure, you hardly noticed the disappearance of oikawa's stiff cock against the back of your thigh. he shifted away slightly, but only so he could pull his cock free from the confines of his pants with one hand. with the other, he gathered all your sticky arousal from your clit and between your thighs, in order to lubricate his dick until it had the perfect glossy sheen. then, without wasting anymore time, he jammed himself right into your tight asshole.
"nghh—fuck— ahh!" you choked out a broken chain of moans and profanities at the abrupt intrusion. although you'd be lying if you said you weren't into it — which you kinda gave away when you began subconciously grinding back against his fat cock, wanting to urge him deeper inside you despite the fiery pain. it stung so good.
"too big for you, huh?" he hums as he peppers soft kisses across your shoulderblade, "sadly we can't all be fun-sized, so you're just gonna have to take it, baby." you can feel him chuckle to himself lightly against you.
"fun-sized." hinata tuts; thankfully he is too drunk to take it personally and will probably forget that snide remark come morning and the memory will be replaced by a splitting headache. still, he felt the bubbling need to impress you and prove himself. plus, he didn't realise he was allowed to insert himself without a condom, but if oikawa was doing it, hinata was sure to dive in as well.
like everything else he does, he was quick to whip his cock out and slip himself between your plush thighs. using the abundant wetness accumulated around your glistening folds to facilitate his enterance into your tight cunt.
"how's that?" he wasn't exactly his 'fun-sized' as oikawa proclaimed, thus taking his entire cock within your homey walls was not easy by any means.
"mmph, too much.." even with all your natural lubrication, you could feel your twitching walls have to stretch and pull to contain him, and he continued to ram his dick right the way inside you.
"c'mon, (y/n). that's it. ta— shit— take it."
but once you finally managed to keep him all inside, it felt ineffably good. both of them would thrust into you at their own pace, angled upwards which led to your tits constantly bouncing at the impact. with both your holes entirely saturated by their thick cocks, there was no spot inside you left unstimulated. hence, it wasn't long before your legs literally gave out from under you, but thankfully you had two pairs of strong arms to hold you and keep you upright for as long as they needed to use you for.
"gunna.. uhh— mph!" you groan. due the mass amounts of overstimulation, it wasn't long before the growing knot in your abdomen erupted all over hinata's dick, and your very first orgasm had you squirting all over his length.
this obscene display, along with your convulsing walls and pornographic moans was enough to fuel his first climax too, and he spilled his hot seed into your constricting cunt. "d—damn, s-so fucking tight!" he pulled out as he did so, hence some of his cum remained deep inside you or plastered to your sticky walls, while some of it painted your folds and dripped onto the hotel floor.
even while all of this was happened, oikawa's steady and rough pace never relented. he continued ploughing into your ass even as hinata stood for a moment to catch his breath and get hard again, but hinata — as well — immediately buried his fingers into your pussy to replace the absense of his dick.
with a bit more longevity, oikawa's first climax occured a few minutes later, as alluded to by his increasingly brutal pace into your puckered hole. basking in the snug cling of your walls, he remained inside you and planted his hearty load deep into your ass.
this warm sensation flooding your insides was enough to prompt your second climax, which had your legs shaking and your holes gripping onto oikawa's dick and hinata's fingers for dear life, rendering both of them unable to move. not that oikawa intended to anyway, he stayed stationary in your ass until you had thoroughly milked him dry, only then did he pull out.
"shit," he heaved.
"ready to go again, pretty?" newly erect hinata asked innocently, subtly aligning himself with your sticky enterance before you even managed to focus your eyes on him.
"shoyo, we'll switch, huh?" oikawa mused, idly rubbing your raw hole with his fingers. hinata nodded at the idea and hurriedly switched places with oikawa.
now in front of you, oikawa admired your fucked-out expression, and your wet lashline, "pretty girl, aren't ya? even after two loads." he pressed his lips againsts yours for a fierce kiss, during which he wraps his arm around your waist and guides you forward, so that you land perfectly on top of him as he stumbles back onto the hotel double bed.
hinata eagerly follows the two of you, and while you are laying on oikawa, he positions his cock by your ass.
after that night, you learned your lesson about getting in bed with olympic level athletes. the expensive booze and nice hotel rooms might be tempting, but their stamina is unmatched — you just about had to open your third eye to be able to keep up!
OSAMU & SUNA hadn't seen each other in so long. hence, when osamu invited suna to visit him back in hyogo, they had a lot to catch up on. due to his busy schedule and distant location, suna wasn't able to visit his hometown very often and shockingly, had never even been to onigiri miya. naturally, that's the first thing osamu wanted to show him when he arrived.
and how could osamu show suna his store without introducing him to his favourite worker?
your knees ached against the cold tiles of the backroom. the bleak, damp area where osamu would keep stacks of crates and cardboard boxes filled with random crap he bought in bulk — it was cramped and there wasn't enough room to swing a cat, but you make it work.
osamu and suna stood over you, gazing down in amusement as they watched you eagerly pump their fat cocks with each of your hands, simultaneously. your face wound in concentration, as your head bobbed back and forth between the two men's dicks; either licking the tip or taking a substantial amount into your mouth for a quick suck, then hastily retreating and servicing the other — lest either of them feel neglected.
but they could count on the fact that each time you'd give their girthy shaft a lick or pop their buldging tip into your mouth, your gaze would promptly flicker up to their faces, seeking approval in the form of a smile or a nod or a moan.
it was disgustingly cute how desperate you were for validation.
osamu even aknowledged your attention-seeking with a low chuckle, rasping out in a hushed voice, cautious not to let slip a moan from your furious hand-work on his cock, "good girl, ain't she?" even as he spoke to suna, he's eyes never parted from your needy figure below him.
and suna was the same; entirely fixated on you as he gritted, "y—yeah.." when you switched to licking his length and lapping up the salty precum leaking from his tip, he leaned down and cupped your chin with his strong hands, "mgh— fuck. can i- take her home?" what was supposed to be light-hearted joke, came out more as a staggered breath. a plea, even.
osamu tangled his fingers into your hair, and used his grip on your head to slowly guide you back towards his cock, smiling warmly as you gracious accept his whole length in your mouth again and begin frantically sucking. "hm, how's that sound, (y/n)?" he hums, greyed eyes locked with yours, "wanna go home with suna?"
he pushes you even further into his cock, and they both chuckle under their breath when you try to respond but all that ends up coming out is a muffled 'mmph!'
however, the vibrations of your lips against his cock are enough to send him hurtling over the fast-approaching edge, and osamu reaches his climax while buried in your mouth. just as he tips into his high, the waves of sharp bliss coarsing through him causes him to relax his grip on your hair, allowing you to finally jerk backwards and gasp for air.
although, these two occurences happening in tandem only leads to a sticky mess. his first couple spurts splash all over the lower part of your face, from your upper lip to your chin, and thus dripping down onto the breast area of your origiri miya uniform. as you continue to pump both their cock's with your tight-fists, any cum after that was angled directly into your agape mouth, to prevent any further disarray.
but what you weren't prepared for, was this obscene sight to cause suna to reach his own orgasm shortly after. so while you are still focused on osamu and trying to lick his tip clean of any remnants, suna — with nothing but a muted groan for a warning — furiously ejaculates all over the side of your face and hair, making you even messier.
being the behaved girl osamu trained you to be, you pumped him through his orgasm too and tried to gather as much of his bitter seed in your mouth as you could, but your efforts were in vain. you had been completed soiled with their sticky cum, and once he had finished, you had to wipe it away from your eyes before you even dared look up at them both.
their loads mixed together on your bruised lips and chin, stained your previously prisitine work shirt, and dripped from the loose strands of your hair. they had left you entirely dishevelled; it was so hot.
"what a cute mess." osamu wipes a bit of his semen off your chin, and held his finger in front of your mouth. you promptly opened up and licked it clean, a small whine escaping as you do so. "good girl. think you can go again?"
you pout up at him, silently, and osamu stroked your cum-stained cheek, while suna slumps against the wall and tries to catch his breath, "c'mon, suna won't be here for long. he's going home on friday." osamu bargains, but you don't seem to waver at that. so instead, he propositions, "i'll buy your favourite pretzels next time i go to the wholesaler."
now that piques your interest, and you nod enthusiastically to show your agreement. at which, he bend over and places a firm kiss against your forehead, while cupping your chin, "there's my angel." he rasps, "my employee of the month."
YAMAGUCHI & TSUKISHIMA paid extra to be roommates in college. little did they know, the fee they paid only guaranteed that they would be put in a room together, and not that no one else will be in their dorm with them. and that's how they met you.
thankfully you were chill though, the three of you got on quite well. there were two rooms in the flat — tsukki and yams shared one, and you got the other one. another girl was supposed to move into your room but she ended up dropping out. which was probably for the best, another person's presence might've disturbed the very delicate relationship the three of you have.
which basically means, the two of them are bests friend and they both think they are fucking you behind the other's back.
you knew you were into both of them at the same time, and at any point you could've pulled the plug on the whole charade and come clean, but you love the thrill of it. how tsukishima would ghost his fingers over your clit under the table while you all ate dinner together. or how you'd attempt the world's fastest quickie with yamaguchi whenever tsukishima would step outside of the flat for ten minutes to smoke. and how your heart would race in your chest as you both are half-naked, scrambling to get your clothes on when you could hear tsukishima's keys jaggling in the door.
thankfully you made it just in time, and tsukishima was way too tired to notice that you were wearing a karasuno hoodie and yamaguchi was wearing your lace cami.
regardless, you managed to keep this ploy going for almost a year. but as they say, all good things must come to an end. and that day came in the form of the night after your final exam for the semester, and the three of you were celebrating by boozing in your flat.
you started in the kitchen, making all sorts of concoctions out of the drinks you had splurged on. every single thing you made tasted vile and had around 60% alcohol content. you'd throw a splash of orange juice into a jug of everclear, pour into fancy glasses and call that a cocktail. cheers!
next, you migrated to their bedroom to do shots off the radiator. truthfully, you all calmed down a bit by then. each of them were sat on their own beds, and you were sprawled on the floor in the centre. you each had your own beverage and would sip it casually while recollecting on this last semester at college.
finally, once it got dark outside, you stumbled into the living room and plopped yourselves down in front of the tv to watch the bachelor and play a drinking game. however, around three episodes in, you were all so wasted you could hardly look at any more alochol, and were more absorbed into the show.
or, at least, they were. you were in a predicament. sandwiched between two cute guys on the couch, but if you were to make a move on one of them, the other would undoubtedly notice and that would spoil your entire shenanigan that you spend the whole year honing.
but fortunately, you were far too drunk to care.
without thinking much of it, your left hand moved slyly, hidden under the dark, towards yamaguchi's elastic waistband, playing with his drawstrings idly. his uncertain gaze met your own — and if it wasn't for the fact his better judgement was nullified, he would've immediately jolted away from this situation. but for some reason, he stayed docile and doting as you slipped your hand into his trousers to handle his hastily growing erection.
your eyes remain locked to each other, until tsukishima must've finally noticed the suspicious motion out of the corner of his eye, as he sits upright and yells, "what the hell are you—" evidently he was going to call to question you pumping his best friend right beside him on the couch, but you were quick to shut him up by snaking your other arms behind his neck and pulling him in close for a passionate kiss.
he's stiff and apprehensive at first, but it doesn't take long for him to melt into your touch, and your kiss gets so heated you're basically moaning into each other, lips weaving together fiercely and only parting for brief gasps for air.
of course yamaguchi noticed this too, but he was so out of it, he couldn't find it in himself to care — with the fuzzy drunk feeling, and the salacious stimulation from the friction of your palms against his cock, he was on cloud 9 and there was nothing that could bring him down. if anything, the sight of you and his best friend making out only turned him on more.
tsukishima's hands began to wander as you kissed; fondling your tits and pulling the neckline of you tanktop down so he could roll your pebbled nippled between his fingers. "tsukki.." you whined into his mouth, and he only glared down at you through his foggy glasses. "i need you inside me.."
before tsukishima had a chance to respond, yamaguchi must've overheard your request and thought it was directed at him, as he grabbed you by your hips and lifted you onto his lap, where his firm cock stood against his abdomen. you squealed slightly as this happened and held onto tsukki's shoudler for stability.
momentarily, their goals aligned simultaneously and both of their hands gripped onto the top of your pyjama pants and began tugging them down urgently; tsukishima working on getting your right leg out while yamaguchi did your left. and before you knew it, your bottom half was entirely bare as you were slumped back on yamaguchi's lap.
you could feel the imprint of yamaguchi's dick on your lower back and it was incredibly stiff. it was a miracle he had the patience to reach forward and massage your damp folds. tsukishima did something similar. he was sat beside you and it didn't take long before you both started kissing again, but this time it was less feverish and more gentle, fleeting even. and his fingers were glued to your cunt too, but unlike yamaguchi, he was nothing but an agitator. he'd pinch your clit and tug at your labia and tease your sopping hole, all while chuckling lowly into the kiss whenever he would elicit any kind of irritated reaction from you.
"ow, kei.." you moaned.
yamaguchi also noted what his friend was doing and huffed, "leave her alone, tsukki.. be gentle.." you pout and gently nod in agreement with yamaguchi's statement, and tsukishima simply rolls his eyes.
in contrast to his previous proclaimation, yamaguchi utilises his hold on your hips to hover you over his lap slightly, allowing him enough space to navigate his cock towards your puckered asshole. you're so absorbed in your kiss with tsukishima and his fiendish touches on your cunt that you don't realise what yamaguchi is doing until he's already sunk his throbbing tip into your hole.
your face contorts to reflect the lewd stretching sensation he's brought upon you and a whiny moan is ripped out of your throat. " ta— adashi!"
tsukishima is able to infer what's happened from your shriek-like moaning, and an amused smirk spreads across his lips, "what happened to being gentle?" he commented sarcastically, and you're too overcome by the conjestive sensation of yamaguchi's cock worming into your tight ass to even bother pay tsukki any mind. but tadashi did glare daggers at him on your behalf.
yamaguchi cradles your waist in his hands and tenderly rubs your supple skin, attempting to relax you to aid your hole accepting the rest of his length. "almost there, that's it." he muses quietly into your ear as you slowly fit more of him inside you. and with one last deep breath, you're able to reach his base. "there we go." yamaguchi praises.
"ngh!" you groan in triumph, chest heaving at the mental energy took just to try fight against your restrictive walls. but oh, it felt so rewarding to win.
tsukishima clicked his tongue, leaning back against the couch while his hand lazily made it's way between your thighs and inserted it's digits into your slobbering hole. so wet that your juices were foaming around his knuckles, as he curled them inside your pussy.
although he was silently jealous that yamaguchi was the one who was balls-deep in you, he couldn't falt his friend for taking the initiative. plus, it meant he got the pleasure of watching the erotic show that was your facial expressions while trying to take dick; your eyes would screw shut and your pretty lips would press together in discomfort, and your perky tits would bounce around when you would constantly shift yourself to angle his cock better inside you, but clearly all your efforts were futile.
but now yamaguchi wasn't doing anything. he wasn't taking advantage of the oppertunity like he should be. he just laid there like a dead-fish, in tsukishima's eyes. but what kei wasn't seeing, was how yamaguchi was revelling in the unreal sensation of your ass clinging onto him. even without stimulation it was enough to get him off and get him high.
but tsukishima was just bored. even if his fingers were buried in your cunt and your lips were peppering kisses on his neck. so he had nothing better to do than turn the tv back on with his spare hand.
and that's how the three of you spent a considerable portion of the night — with your ass cockwarming yamaguchi's throbbing erection, and tsukishima's fingers terrorising your poor pussy.
and of course the next morning was spent cleaning absurd amount of alochol, cum squirt and other bodily fluids off a couch that didn't belong to you.
BOKUTO & ATSUMU were both slumped on the bench after a long day of training with the MSBY jackals. it was especially intense and laborious today as they have a big game tomorrow, so the pressure is truly on. the two of them were both sat, sipping their water bottles and cooling down while talking about their upcoming match, until their assistant manager approached them.
"how are you feeling about tomorrow, guys?" you ask cheerily, holding their volleyball under your arm.
they glance nervously between each other; a strange sight from two men who are usually confident and upbeat. "uh.." atsumu starts, avoiding eye-contact by means of looking anywhere else.
"could be better." bokuto finishes his teammate's sentence with an awkwardly wide smile.
"awh, yeah. it's a lot of pressure, huh?" you chirp, and if it were coming from anyone but you, it would probably be patronising. with an innocent tilt of your head, you inquire, "anything i can do to help take away some of the stress?"
bokuto and atsumu both stare up at you with wide-eyes, and then turn to each other in unison.
what you had in mind was more to do with preparing their meals or helping them take their equitment to their car, but their idea works too.
in the jackals changing room, they had you bend over in between them. bokuto was sloppily pounding into your pussy with his monster cock while you were leaned over just enough that you were able to suck atsumu's dick at the same time.
at first it was a very strenous position, but eventually they ended up doing all the work. your knees just about went limp as soon as bokuto jammed his full length into your wet cunt, so he had his arm hooked under your abdomen to hold you up. to the point where your feet were basically hovering milimeters above the ground.
meanwhile, atsumu kept a firm grip on your hair and ensured you were slurping up every last inch of his cock. he'd grind into your face, enthralled by the way you were forced to deepthroat him and would moan lewdly into his base, "shit! good girl." he roared in pleasure. and since he towered over you, he was easily able to lean over and plant a harsh smack on your ass, with a hearty chuckle.
bokuto watched the jiggle and with a goofy smile plastered on his face, "yeah, good girl," he repeated, landing another spank right on your other ass cheek. however, he doesn't know his own strength at times and his slap actually stung, which caused you to instinctually gasp with atsumu's cock in your mouth.
and that really seemed to do it for him.
"what a naughty slut for daddy, huh?" he gritted, cradling your chin in his hands, "tryin' to impress me or something?"
tears prick at your lashline as you gaze up at him innocently. but there's nothing innocent about the way he shoves his cock into your mouth, or the way your tits sway as bokuto thrusts manically into your pussy.
"nasty bitch.. wanna impress me?" something about the way you feign purity really turns him on though, and that's what prompts him to keep an iron hold on your hair, even as he reaches his climax. "swallow it all like a good whore." he grits with a crazed smile. groans stumble off his tongue as spurts of his hot cum lauch down your throat, and you do what your told and swallow it all, not that you're given much of a choice.
"y-yeah.. just like that. fuck yeah, drink it all up, (y/n). drink it up for daddy." he grumbles with his head tossed back in ecstasy. all the while, bokuto is still relentlesly piercing into your tight cunt, basically splitting you in half with both his pace and his length. the twitching veins of his cock rub deliciously against your spongy walls, and are sure to send you over the edge any second n—
"uh, excuse me."
hm. perhaps it was due to atsumu's obnoxiously vocal orgasm, or bokuto's loud and passionate moans, or perhaps the sheer volume of the squelching noise eminating from your soaked pussy, but none of you were able to hear sakusa approaching and entering the msby jackal changing room.
thus, he was stood awkwardly by the enterance, staring at your current circumstance.
"uh, kiyoomi.." atsumu heaves, trying to focus his eyes after the post-orgasmic haze. "want to join?"
"always room for another bro." bokuto chimes in with a innocuous smile.
sakusa shuffles his feet slightly, wavering between staying and confronting the situation or just heading straight for the door like this gut wanted him to. but when he catches a glimpse of your cute face, still stuffed with atsumu's cock, and your ass in the air, grinding against bokuto's chest, that is enough to win him over.
i kate!! i absolutely love your work and i have a request or thing idk this is my first time asking
ive had this idea stuck in my head like nsfw or sfw works both ways so the ideas like haikyuu characters (any) showering with reader for the first time (very scary ik)
haikyuu showering headcanons (nsfw)
helloooo nonnie! killer request, i started with a spicy sentence and then realized i could do categories. then i could honor the 'any' (which i love doing) anyways ty for the great req!!
links. my masterlist. my long haikyuu. my short haikyuu. requests open.
starts off as intimate, but cannot be trusted.
ATSUMU, bokuto, kenma, KYOUTANI, tsukki, nishinoya, oikawa, kuroo
"jesus, let's just fuck-- u-ghh-!" how could he possibly think about bathing? why would he? hot, slippery bodies slammed against each other, huffing in steam and licking up salty sweat and calling each others names out into an echoing chamber? how slick and sweet you were for him, how he had to support your weak and malleable body as he rams his insatiable hard-on into you? and when things seem like they've started to become civilized, it takes very little time for him to rinse you off, kiss you your owed affirmations, and warm you nice and slow into another -softer- round.
"need some help, babygirl?" he adjusts the shower head for you. his hands are sturdy and kneading your plush hips- a wordless request, a saucy gesture that tingles all down the side of your spine. he washes your hair, keeping his firm cock muscled against the small of your back. he knows your knots and your soft spots- the little places to spend extra care washing, that make you gasp and curl your fingers up against the tiled walls. it's only natural, then, that you start to beg for more.
extra -- silly, clumsy, nervous, or just plain rational?
LEV, yamaguchi, kageyama, ASAHI, aone, tendou
he's worried about the water pressure and the space. the fact that you love it scalding hot and he doesn't want his skin burnt clean off. the height difference. what if you slip and fall? "how about we take this- a-ah-h," he clings to the glass as you take him in your hand, impatient and needy for all of it, never as worried with the specifics as he is, "to the bedroo-m?" a whine clips his useless suggestion. he knows he's not going anywhere. not until you've milked him dry, or the water gets cold.
notes. kuroo once again could've been anywhere. if i missed your fav, lmk! i love replies and conversation! so please feel free to share your opinions!
Everyone loves Captain Tadashi’s girlfriend a little too much!
Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi x fem!reader
Tags: General pervertedness, grinding, voyeurism, male masturbation, panty sniffing, implied Tsukiyama, pussy eating, vaginal sex, creampie, nudes.
SMUT AHEAD! MINORS DNI, THIS IS NOT FOR YOU.
@sugioki this was personally written for you :)
There’s a certain amount of camaraderie that comes with being teammates, especially on a team as tight-knit as Karasuno. The team spends hours a day together, often in close contact until the sun goes down. For Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, and Kei Tsukishima, this camaraderie extends to their Captain Tadashi Yamaguchi’s beloved girlfriend.
Shoyo Hinata is sweet. He’s always been sweet but with you, he’s positively saccharine. Running up to you to sweep you into hugs after a game, muscular biceps squeezing around your waist, laughing innocently as if your breasts aren’t pressed against his chest. Helping carry the crates full of water bottles back to the bus during away games, positively preening as you praise him for his strength. Offering to teach you how to receive, sliding up against your ass from the back as he corrects your form.
Hinata is also sweet as he tells you how good you look in your uniform skirt, those pretty sunset-brown eyes fixed on the curve of your exposed thighs as you bend over to retrieve a loose ball on the court. His tongue pokes out the side of his mouth as he prays he’s lucky enough to catch a glimpse of your panties.
Tobio Kageyama’s never been one to listen well, except when it comes to you. He’ll do anything you say, whether it’s tidying up the gym or studying so that he isn’t banned from the next away game, just as long as you say his name. You can practically see the shiver run up his spine when it falls from your pretty pink lips, cock hardening painfully in his gym shorts and straining against the thin fabric. He’s positively shameless about it too, begging you to call him by his first name because you’re friends, and that’s what friends call each other, right?
It’s over for him the moment he hears you call him Tobio– He has to excuse himself to the bathroom to clean up the mess in his boxers. Still, it doesn’t stop him from fisting his sensitive, overstimulated cock right there in the stall, whimpering out loud from the memory the shape of your lips around his name.
Kei Tsukishima hates being jealous, because it would mean admitting that someone else has something that he really, truly wants. And really, he’s not jealous. He doesn’t even like you! It’s obvious in the way he’ll never look you in the eye when you visit the gym, making up something or other as an excuse when Yamaguchi invites him out to dinner with the two of you. He’ll walk home on his own, thank you very much, but not before doubling back to the clubroom, eyes flickering back and forth surreptitiously as he unlocks the room.
He knows what you and Tadashi get up to when you think the team’s gone home for the night, up against the shelving and the desks, and he also knows where you swap out your extra pair of panties for when the ones you wear are too ruined by his best friend’s cum to wear home. Digging around in the lockers, he pulls out the freshly-stained garment, still damp from your arousal and Tadashi’s own essence. Too impatient to wait until he gets home, Tsukki presses them harshly against his nose, inhaling the mixture of sweat and yours and his best friend’s love, letting out a deep groan. Thank gods he’s often responsible for the clubroom key after club hours are over.
Tadashi Yamaguchi isn’t the bright-eyed naive first-year he was when he first came to Karasuno. He’s grown a considerable amount in both brains and brawn, and it shows in the way he runs the team– both visible and invisible. On the court, he’s jovial and supportive, teaching his juniors how to improve their skills and rallying them when game time begins. And off the court, he isn’t opposed to giving the other third-years crumbs of you if it bolster their team spirit. So long as he’s the only one who gets to hear you crying out as he presses you into the mattress, slurping noisily as he eats you out for the third time that night.
He soothes you with inaudible praises as he spreads your pretty pussy, wrapping his lips tightly around your clit and sucking it into his mouth. The raw little bud must be throbbing so much right now, so just let him soothe it with his tongue even as you cry out “‘s too much, Yama, I’m gonna squirt!” You’re his pretty girl– he knows you can take it. Just give him a couple more minutes between your legs and he’ll be ready for the main course. Then you’ll get to enjoy cockhead giving your pretty cervix kisses right up until the moment he floods your womb.
Of course, Captain Tadashi is a generous man, so he makes a deal with himself. He’ll snap a picture as his cum leaks out between your thighs and send it to Hinata, Kageyama, and Tsukishima if they make it to nationals this year.
note: this is kinda inspired by the song Q&A by seventeen and ailee (super old i know lol). alternative title is "what would they do if their gf asked "would you still love me if i became a worm?""
sawamura daichi
being in the same class, you two often got to spend time together.
excluding the times he had to go to volleyball practice that is.
but you would often walk home together, go on study dates together, and once in a while you two went out on regular dates together.
it was on one of these dates, at the local shops where you two were sitting at a cafe sharing a parfait, where you spotted a particularly fashionable girl across the street.
she looked like she stepped right out of a magazine with the newest trendiest clothes, perfectly done makeup, and without a single hair out of place.
"she's really pretty, isn't she?"
daichi looked up from the parfait at the girl across the street.
he would be lying if he said she was average looking. in fact, he thought she was quite beautiful.
but to say that about another woman in front of his own girlfriend? he knew better than that.
but also, how could he say it in a way that didn't sound like pr-talk?
after a moment of thought, he turned back to face you and said,
"she's not my type. you're prettier to me."
when he saw the way your eyes widened and a light blush dusted your cheeks, he felt a bit of relief knowing he had given an acceptable answer.
sugawara koushi
i'm sorry i might be biased but i think sugawara could pass all these questions with ease.
if you asked him what he'd do if you turned into a worm, he'd say he'd give you the highest quality dirt until you turned back into a human.
if you asked him whether you looked bad in an outfit, he'd tell you the truth with a dash of sugar to comfort you.
and he always notices when something is different about your looks.
i just think he's like. the perfect boyfriend tbh.
but as the new year comes and times passes, you notice it's almost valentine's day.
of course, you're getting something for him!
but if you heard the rumours right, some of your juniors had crushes on your boyfriend and wanted to get him something too.
and you wondered, what would he do about that?
so one day you sat next to him at lunch and poked him.
"kou... what would you do if you got valentine's chocolates from a girl other than me?"
he looked over at you with a slightly surprised look for a second before relaxing his face and thinking.
"well... do you think that's gonna happen?"
"hmm... i don't know... but i know suga-senpai is popular" you teased.
he laughed but thought about it for a bit more before grinning and saying,
"i would thank them, but i would share the chocolates with you."
and that's exactly what he did when valentine's day came around.
azumane asahi
asahi had come to school a bit early and was waiting for class to start, when you, his girlfriend, ran into the classroom and straight to him.
"asahi-kun! do you notice anything different about me?"
his eyes widen a bit and he's staring at your face intensely, knowing this was one of those questions where he Had to get right or he'd seem like an inattentive boyfriend.
"uhh... hm... could i get a hint?" he's smiling sheepishly.
"no hints! surely you can tell!" you're grinning and shifting from foot to foot.
asahi's starting to worry because there's nothing particularly different about your appearance...
the same hair accessories, the same barely noticeable makeup, the same way you tied your tie... what could be the difference?
he's starting to sweat and he's looking you up and down and that's when he realises
"you're wearing thigh highs instead of knee highs!"
"correct!! the weather's getting colder so i'm dressing warmer! you pass, asahi-kun~"
and with that you skip away to your table.
asahi breathes a sigh of relief and leans back in his chair knowing he got the answer right and that he's not an inattentive boyfriend.
he feels like he can live another day in peace.
tanaka ryuunosuke
this is a man who talks before thinking. so you know whatever he says is what he truly feels.
he's also the type of guy who's basically leaking affection for you and has to loudly tell you everyday how wonderful he thinks you are.
and everyday he's going on about how you're practically a goddess of beauty and how no one compares to you!
so you decide to give him a little test.
"hey, ryuu, i have a question for you."
he immediately straightens up at your serious tone. "is everything alright, my sweetiepie? is there something bothering you?" you can't help but giggle a bit at his choice of words.
"mm no, but i was just wondering... if you were given the chance, would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world for a million yen?"
tanaka's jaw drops for a bit.
a chance to kiss the prettiest girl in the world?!
what would she even look like?
she'd have to look prettier than you.
but is that even possible?
how could someone be more beautiful than you?
he doesn't even realise he's said all of this aloud until you start laughing.
"you're so cute, ryuu." you say and tiptoe to peck his cheek.
he's so embarrassed, he's hiding the lower half of his face in his zipped-up jersey jacket.
nishinoya yuu
noya loves you so much he probably couldn't go a day without you.
he even carried a copy of your purikura together in his wallet and looked at it a couple of times a day.
he always complimented you on how "you look so beautiful today too! you look even more beautiful than yesterday!"
but you wondered if he was just simply saying that stuff or if he really meant it.
so you decided to give him a little test for fun.
you waited patiently in the classroom for your boyfriend to enter, a little later than you usually did.
and when he did, he made a beeline straight for you.
"y/n! my darling!! seeing you today has blessed my eyes again!" he was about to hug you tightly but you held a hand out.
"wait! do you notice anything different about me today?" you asked.
noya paused and looked you up and down.
"you tied your hair the same way."
"mmhm."
"uh... your hair is the same length too."
"yeah..."
"is it... wait!"
he looked down and noticed you were wearing thigh highs instead of knee highs today.
"you're wearing thigh highs..."
"oh! you noticed! what do you-"
"thank you for blessing my eyes you look so sexy in thigh highs. i could thank god for turning the weather colder!"
you couldn't help but blush.
kageyama tobio
no one quite knows how tobio landed a girlfriend with the way his mind's always on volleyball.
but he's actually a pretty decent boyfriend who does his best to dedicate his non-volleyball time to you!
he lends you his jacket, he holds your hand, he walks you home... all stuff a high school boy would do for his girlfriend.
but he's not quite sure what to do when you ask him a random question one day.
"tobio, would you still love me if i were a worm?"
he pauses mid sip of his milk carton.
"a... worm?"
"yeah."
the setter stares at you and thinks for a bit, wondering what would he do if you one day woke up as a worm.
"if you were a worm... can i wait for you to turn back into a human?"
"mmm... maybe? but what would you do during the time i'm a worm?"
he's just utterly confused on what this situation is.
"but you wouldn't become a worm anyways."
"i know, but what if?"
"but it's not going to happen."
"of course not! but i'm just saying, what if?"
he takes another few seconds to think, staring blankly at you before going,
"i guess i would bring you to volleyball practice and put you on the bench."
it's a good enough answer.
hinata shoyo
you absolutely love your little ball of sunshine of a boyfriend!
and you also absolutely love teasing the heck out of him!!
one day you walk up to his table between classes and poke him.
"shoyo..."
"hm? what is it, y/n?" he's beaming with his oh so cute smile
"i have a question for you. would you kiss the prettiest girl in the world if you got one million yen from it?"
his eyes widen a bit because dang... one million is a lot.
but to kiss someone other than you?
"but then i'd be kissing someone other than you! i wouldn't wanna do that!"
you're kinda touched by that but you have to follow through! so you pout and ask, "so am i not the prettiest girl in the world?"
shoyo instantly realises the trap he fell for and he turns red in embarrassment.
"w-w- wait!!! you are pretty!" hes standing up out of his chair and grabbing your hands.
"yeah but you said the prettiest girl in the world is someone else..."
"i mean!! but you- ah! you're the prettiest girl to me!" he's squeezing your hands and pulling you closer to him, practically begging for you to accept his words.
you just giggle and kiss his cheek.
"you're so cute, shoyo."
you wave goodbye and head back to your class next door and he's left staring in shock from the sudden ambush.
tsukishima kei
your boyfriend was always a very straight-forward guy.
no-nonsense, would say what he thought straight to you.
so one day when you're over at his house, reading a manga on his bed while he's completing some homework at his desk, and you ask him "kei, what would you do if i turned into a work?", his first response is to turn to you with a deadpan look and say
"you won't turn into a worm."
you sit up and pout, "but what if i did?"
tsukishima turns his whole body to you and crosses his arms. "this is one of those difficult questions girls ask their boyfriends to test them where there's no proper answer, is there?"
"i wouldn't say there's no proper answer."
"there's no point discussing things that won't happen."
"ugh, you're no fun."
tsukishima raises an eyebrow. "well what do you want me to say?"
"i can't tell you that! i wanna know what you would do if i turned into a worm."
he knows it's a silly question so he sighs, but he thinks about it for a moment.
"if you turned into a worm i would keep you in a small tank with nutritious dirt. i'd also feed you whatever worms like to eat."
it's a surprisingly good answer.
yamaguchi tadashi
ahh your sweet boyfie
he would never say anything that could hurt you!
but one day you two were going shopping together and you spotted a dress you really liked.
"tadashi! i wanna try on that dress, can you wait outside the changing room and tell me your opinion?"
"sure! let's go :)"
he has no problem at all being the only guy in the store while waiting for you, he can't wait to see you in the dress!
the curtain is pulled back and out you come!
he can't help but smile at the sight of you but he has to admit... the dress is a bit unflattering.
"what do you think? i kinda like it!" you grin and do a little twirl.
but if he had to be honest, he thought it looked a little old fashioned and fit you poorly.
"i uh..." yamaguchi trailed off as he looked you up and down.
of course, you notice what he was trying to say and pout a little, turning to look back in the mirror at yourself.
"oh... do you think it makes me look fat?"
"no no! not like that!" yamaguchi quickly blurted out, not wanting you to think that way about yourself at all. "it's just um... i think you would look better in a different dress."
you stare blankly at him through the mirror.
well at least he's honest.
he notices your silence and quickly says, "but i think you still look good! but maybe we should try some other dresses before choosing one to buy!"
"hmm... ok you do have a point. i'll go change out and we can continue shopping!"
the curtain closes again and yamaguchi can't help but breathe a small sigh of relief.
