ushijima is a Good Student, shows up for class right on time, sits in the front, always has backup pens, hands in his homework early
he’s also the kid that asks questions that will lead the professor slightly off topic and make the lecture run overtime
if you end up with tendou in your study group, good fucking luck because the kid will annoy the heck out of you
but, somehow, you will also end up knowing your stuff because he’s actually good at explaining stuff once he stops praising himself
shirabu will begin a tense debate with anyone in the class, even the professor
but like, on topic and everything
he’s not even taking law
goshiki’s tutors hate him because he doesn’t understand anything they’re teaching him, but he tries so hard for their approval, prompting them to try even harder for his sake
semi is the TA everyone’s afraid of because he marks really hard but he also gives really good feedback
everyone somehow goes to ohira for advice, like he’s the unofficial life counselor, but really he’s just sitting there sipping espresso and doing his readings until you figure yourself out
kawanishi is the ghost roommate that no one’s sure really exists
until he eats your entire stash of emergency chips, yeah he exists
yamagata is the kid that always knows where they’re giving out free food
ushijima has a reserved spot in the library and will lecture you until you relinquish that spot to him
tendou keeps very strange hours; his roommates sometimes find him making pasta at four am, sometimes he’s trying to do yoga at ten, in between his classes,
semi shows up to class in terrible, mismatched clothes that everyone is too afraid to ask if they’re pajamas or casual or hand-me-downs
shirabu probably reads ahead in all his classes
goshiki probably never remembers to bring his textbooks to class, let alone read ahead
ohira goes to bed at eleven each night, without fail
yamagata is a familiar face at the lost and found because he loses everything; other people loses their waterbottles and student IDs, he loses his entire backpack, and once, his shoes
Request: Could I have headcannons for kageyama, oikawa, kuroo, and lev with a s/o that is really good at school? Like they are in college prep, do extra credit even though they don’t need it stuff like that?
Kageyama
DAICHI, YACHI, AND SUGA ARE THANKING ALL HIGHER POWER THAT YOU STARTED DATING KAGEYAMA. Now it’s your job to tutor the poor boy.
He really admires how smart you are. He’d never say it to your face, but your determination and wit just floors him.
He really hopes you don’t think he’s stupid or underestimate him because he is not on the same level of intelligence as you, and it really eases his insecurity when you point out how calculated he is when it comes to volleyball.
Oikawa
As we all know, this boy is hella smart too. He relates to you 100%.
You two both complain about teachers together and just make jokes about the classes all the time. He does a great imitation of your English teacher. (Pls don’t let him get caught doing it tho lol)
He doesn’t get why you do all the extra credit if it’s not needed though? He calls you a nerd all the time when you do it…(but jokes on him at least you’re not failing Personal Finance *side eye emoji at Oikawa*)
Kuroo
ANOTHER boy you can totally relate to. He takes all the science college prep though, so if you’re taking more humanities based college classes…he can’t relate…but at least you two can bitch about the workload together. There are many inside jokes between you two.
You guys are that overly smart couple everyone HATES. Like you guys just ace every test and both do all the extra credit and like 70% of the school is just pissed because WHY ARE YOU TWO SO SMART. IT’S NOT FAIR.
You and Kuroo don’t mind though because fuck the haters. You guys have study dates all the time (which may or may not lead to him just throwing things at you to break your concentration and convince you to cuddle with him).
Lev
He seems pretty nonchalant about it, but inside Lev is screaming. How the hell are you SO GOOD at school? He is highkey intimidated by your intelligence.
He tries to do his best to make him seem more valuable to you. Like he starts trying harder at school and volleyball. Also he tries his best to sound smart around you. (But he usually has no idea what he’s talking about and Kuroo and Yaku are not afraid to call him out on it)
Eventually he just comes clean to you and explains his insecurity, and you tell him he doesn’t have to pretend to be someone he’s not to be your boyfriend and you love him no matter what. (and you give him a lil kiss on the cheek and he is so FLUSTERED) He is so pumped he ends up actually hitting a spike at practice later on.
Thanks for something cute and fluffy, clearly I’ve been in a negative head space (valid as it may be considering what’s looming on the horizon) but these legit made me SMILE.
OHohohohohoho! I have two separate requests for these three babies! This one and the other one is asking for some naughtiness…. So this will be cutesy fluff… and the next will be your “honeymoon night” with these angels ;D Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori ❤
Sugawara Koushi:
“Breathe, Suga….” Daichi reminded quietly, just as two people stepped into the aisle.
Suga had been breathing, or what he thought was breathing. But the moment he saw you, in all your glory, the veil just being so transparent he could see your eyes oh so clearly, he realized he’d never been breathing properly before this exact moment. He felt tears brim in his eyes as he realized this was it. This was the moment he’d been waiting for all his life with you. He crossed one arm over his chest, resting the elbow of his other on his crossed arm, bringing that hand to his mouth and cheeks as he felt his emotions overwhelm him completely. You were gorgeous. More gorgeous than he’d ever imagined, and any little thought he’d had was put to shame. Aphrodite herself wept in jealousy over how absolutely stunning, how breathtaking you were. Suga didn’t care about your makeup, or the dress, or the veil. Just the sight of you approaching him, approaching your future with him, seeing the desperation in your eyes to get to his side as you saw in his own, made his tears overflow and streak down his cheeks. The crowd felt their own emotions in their chest at the sight of your groom weeping in your beauty, and you couldn’t stop the blush creeping into your cheeks at your fiancés reaction. You’d known he’d be emotional, hell it took a special kind of weirdo to not cry at weddings, but seeing his tears and seeing him covering half his face to keep from losing his composure completely, you couldn’t help but feel how surreal this moment truly was. This was the beginning of the rest of your life as Sugawara ______.
Hinata Shouyou:
“Stop panicking and look, dumbass.” Kageyama grumbled, reaching over and pulling Hinata by the hair to look down the aisle.
There you were. His whole life. His reason for existing. Before you’d come into his life, he focused on little else but volleyball and growing taller, but now… Here you were. Walking down the aisle in your radiant white dress and veil. All his nerves vanished and he felt like he’d finally been completed – he could just imagine how he’d feel when you were finally by his side and he was able to hold your hand. Hinata blinked a few times, and realized his vision was blurry because he was on the brink of crying – his tears brewing so much they were obstructing his view. He reached up and wiped his eyes furiously, blushing when the crowd noticed and aww’ed his way. How could he not feel emotional in a time like this? You were so beautiful, so gorgeous, walking towards him as if it was nothing more than a regular afternoon, acting as if everything was natural; And he fell in love with you even more. Your natural walk was for him, to make him feel comfortable and make him focus on you, nothing else. His entire face turned as red as his hair now, and you knew it was from his trying not to cry in front of all these people. Hinata wiped at his eyes again as they filled with tears once more, and as soon as he pulled his hands from his eyes, the smile he was met with made his nervousness and anxiousness feel idiotic. His energy may be compared to the suns’, but it was your smile that rivaled its warmth.
Nishinoya Yuu:
“Nishinoya, your jittering is giving me an upset stomach.” Asahi groaned quietly, his arms holding his stomach; Anxiety by proxy was one hell of a symptom of your marriage to Nishinoya. Tanaka smiled widely and patted Asahi’s back, being dual best men meant they both had to look cool for Nishinoya.
Just as Nishinoya was going to explain why he couldn’t stand still, the doors opened and a wave of fresh air washed over him, he had to force himself from not blinking just so he could catch sight of your beauty. Before your walking into the aisle, his hands had been a sweaty mess, rubbing against his slacks to try to dry them, they’d been shaking, his nerves making his fight or flight senses go haywire; But he forced himself from either of the options, knowing you were on your way. But the sight of you, your cheeks pink with a natural blush, your lips so kissable, your eyes focused solely on him straight ahead of you… his heart stilled, his jittering stopped completely, and his breath caught in his throat. You gave him the smallest of smiles, and he felt like his heart beat out of his chest, and the returning smile to you was brilliant in its relief and awe of you. And while he smiled, he felt tears brim in his eyes, how had he gotten so lucky? How had he managed to get someone as perfect, as beautiful, as amazing as you to fall in love with an absolute dope like him? This was what everything had come to – from the arguments that never seemed to end to the lazy mornings in each others arms – finally, the two of you would be tied to each other until death did either of you part, and as your husband, Nishinoya vowed you’d never live a day without him.
H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)
Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.
His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.
She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”
J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)
“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.
And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.
“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”
The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.
“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.
“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.
“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.
“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.
Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.
D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)
Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.
“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.
“I need you,” he replies simply.
She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.
He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.
He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.
Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.
He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.
Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”
He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.
Ahhhh domestic stuff
gives me life! I love the idea of our volleybabes growing up and having
precious babies to teach their volleyball skills to T~T I love them all so
much! Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori ❤
Akaashi Keiji:
You didn’t know the meaning to taking it easy, regardless of
your status as being 7 and a half months pregnant. But your husband, Akaashi,
knew how to handle it, since you’d done the same for your two other children,
Takeji and Amari.
So, as soon as you started showing signs of being sick,
Akaashi had called your boss and explained that you would not be coming in;
Your boss had been relieved to get the call from your husband, thinking maybe
Akaashi hadn’t noticed as quickly as he had the previous two times, but agreed
nonetheless and submitted your already filled out paperwork for maternity
leave. You’d been asleep when Akaashi had disabled all your alarm clocks and
had your two young children hide your work shoes and briefcase.
He woke up early that morning and got out of bed to head
into the kitchen silently, pulling out all the needed supplies for the soup he’s
made for you for your health to bounce back. Akaashi yawned as he set the pot
to boil slowly as he got to work cutting up vegetables and getting the
measurements of all the spices.
“Daddy?” Akaashi turned his head to see his daughter, Amari,
staring up at him with bleary eyes. He smiled softly and picked her up, setting
her on the counter next to the stove, and pointing at her quietly so she knew
not to get any closer to where his current workstation was. Amari smiled
sleepily at her father, “Are you taking care of mama and my little sister?” She
asked as the smell of her father’s remedy soup filled the kitchen, making her
little belly rumble with hunger.
“Yes… Your mother doesn’t know when to stop pushing herself,
so she’s going to be staying home with you and Takeji until after your sibling
is born.” He explained simply before pulling out a bowl and serving her some of
the soup before he added the medicinal herbs, knowing she only liked the broth
he made. “Is your brother awake, Amari?” He whispered, looking at his daughter
as she brought the bowl up to her cherub face and sipped at the hot soup,
pulling away a bit abruptly and whining when the hot broth burnt her tongue.
Akaashi couldn’t help but chuckle, “Be careful, it’s hot.” He smirked a bit
when she squinted her eyes at him accusingly, “You saw it boiling before I served
you.” He pointed out, reminding her that she was to blame for her burnt tongue.
A tug at his pajama bottoms made him look down to see his
son, Takeji, looking up at him silently. Akaashi knew you were worried that
your son was mute or even deaf since he was almost 2 and a half years old and
he hadn’t uttered a single word, but Akaashi wasn’t too concerned. He hadn’t
spoken when he was a kid until he was in classes in kindergarten. Takeji still
had a year and a half before he started classes.
Amari smiled down at her big brother, waving at him happily,
seeming more of the older sibling than Takeji, “Daddy’s making mama and little
sister some yummy soup.” She explained after Akaashi had set Takeji next to
Amari on the counter and Takeji glanced into her steaming bowl curiously.
“How do you know it’s a sister, Amari?” Akaashi asked after
a few minutes of silence, as he finished making the soup, putting it in three
bowls before handing one to Takeji.
“I just know.” Amari smiled widely at her daddy, giggling
happily when he pulled her into his arms, “I’ll carry mama’s soup!” She
exclaimed as she took the bowl from the counter, now holding hers and yours
before marching up the stairs to the bedroom where you were still asleep.
Takeji looked up at his father after being set on his feet
with his own bowl in his hands, his dark green eyes matching his fathers completely
and making Akaashi feel like he was looking in a mirror; Or a picture of
himself as a child, at least. Akaashi smiled down at his son before patting his
head, “I don’t know, Takeji… I think it’s a little brother, too.” He murmured
quietly before taking his small hand in his and walking up the stairs to where
you and Amari were now sitting on the bed.
You looked up from your excitedly babbling daughter, who was
talking adamantly to your swollen belly, to see your husband and still sleepy
son. You smiled gently and held Takeji’s bowl as he climbed onto the mattress
before handing it back to him, “You didn’t have to, Keiji. I’m fine.” You
assured, but cursed internally when your scratchy throat made itself known.
Akaashi wasn’t going to hear it though. He knew when you
were getting sick. He took his place next to you, nudging his bowl against
yours, “Drink it.” He stated simply before doing the same with his own soup.
“Mama needs to stay healthy!” Amari whined, pouting when you
met her gaze after drinking some of your soup. Takeji nodded silently in
agreement before reaching out and laying his hand on your belly, pulling back
quickly with wide eyes when he felt the baby inside kick at his touch. Amari
giggled excitedly, “Little sister is awake and likes daddy’s soup!” She smiled
widely before laying her ear against your stomach, humming happily when you
stroked her dark brown hair out of her face. These were mornings you cherished,
and Akaashi knew. You turned your head and smiled as he was all too eager to
press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss, making your two little ones
become even more interested in your belly instead of what you two were doing.
Oikawa Tooru:
“Tooru! How do you always manage to burn down the house when
I’m just in the other room?” You yelled as you walked into the kitchen after following
the smell of burning food. Your husband couldn’t cook to save his life,
something you teased him endlessly about, but he had been training himself
behind your back. You let out a loud sigh as you stood in the doorway of the
kitchen, seeing the burnt toast and overcooked eggs.
Oikawa turned to look at you then, your 5 year old son,
Yukio, perched on his back and looking at you with more or less the same
expression your husband was currently sporting. Surprise. “Mama! Daddy burnt
ALL the food!” Yukio tattled just before squirming off of his fathers back onto
the floor and running to hug your legs. You looked down at your son, seeing his
light brown eyes staring up at you expectantly, “Daddy is going to make us all
starve! Including little sister!” Yukio cried dramatically, pointing to the
baby carriage on the counter where your daughter, Kaneko, was wrapped in her
baby blanket.
“Traitor!” Oikawa called to his son, rushing forward to grab
at him but stopping short when you raised a hand at him. He smiled charmingly
at you as he stood over you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips
against your forehead, “Good morning to you, too, ______-chan.” He greeted,
praying you’d fall for his sweet tone enough to forget that he wasn’t allowed
in the kitchen without your supervision. “Happy birthday, as well!” He cheered
as he swayed with you wrapped in his arms, “You’re getting more and more
beautiful every day, _____-chan! How old are you today? 22?” He tried flattery,
thinking maybe you’d fall for it this time.
You didn’t though. You’d never fallen for his tricks, not
even in high school, which he had said was why he’d fallen in love with you so
quickly; You’d been the one to call him out on his masks almost daily when he’d
flirt with you. But you decided to play along, wrapping your arms around his
neck and pressing your lips against his after pulling your head away from his
lips. You two shared a brief kiss before you smiled and pulled away, “Yes,
Tooru. I’m 22. Which means I had Yukio when I was 17 and had to drop out of
high school to care for him.” You rolled your eyes and pushed him away from you
slightly before walking over to the messy countertop next to Kaneko’s baby
carrier.
It warmed your heart, truly it did, to see that your husband
had put actual effort in trying to make you breakfast in bed for your birthday.
Oikawa had never stopped trying to impress you, and you knew he probably wouldn’t
ever stop. He thought that the day he stopped trying to impress you would be
the day you’d stop loving him and move on to someone who actually deserved you.
You loved him though. You loved him more than he could imagine, and you’d told
him so on multiple occasions. And he loved you equally, if not more, but that didn’t
calm his anxiety.
“Hmmmm, could you imagine if that actually happened,
_____-chan? Like… What would have happened?” Oikawa pondered as he quickly
picked up Yukio in his arms and pinched at his cheeks as a form of revenge for
tattling on him, “Maybe Yukio-chan here wouldn’t be as much as a loudmouth as
he is now, hmmm?” He smirked at his son, who whined and pushed at his fathers
hands before trying to squirm out of his arms.
“Impossible. You’re his father. He was bound to have that.”
You said offhandedly as you pulled Kaneko out of her baby carrier and held her
close to your chest, smiling to yourself when you heard both your husbands and
your son’s whines in disagreement. “Come on, Kaneko. Let’s go back to sleep
while daddy and big brother clean up the mess they made.” You cooed sweetly at
your baby girl, feeling your heart beat faster when the 6 month old baby squealed
excitedly at hearing your familiar voice.
Oikawa stared with a pout of his face as you easily walked
passed him, “______-chan~! Come on! At least take Yukio-chan with you so I don’t
get bullied by him!” Oikawa whined loudly as you entered the bedroom. “Your
mother is so cruel to me, Yukio-chan.” Oikawa pretended to sniffle as he went
to start cleaning up the kitchen of his cooking mishap.
Yukio giggled to himself before picking up some of the mess
from the floor and putting it into the trash can, “And what about me, daddy? I
have to deal with you acting like more of a baby than little sister!” He
giggled behind his hands as his father whined louder, complaining about how
Kaneko was the only one who really loved him. “Come on, daddy! The faster we
clean, the faster we can go lie down with mama and little sister!” Yukio
cheered happily as he pushed his father’s legs to get a move on on the cleaning
already. Oikawa smiled to himself as he started to wipe down the counter and
giving Yukio the dirty plates to rinse and put in the dishwasher. This was all
Oikawa could have wanted for his life with you.
Kuroo Tetsurou:
When you turned over in bed to cuddle next to your husband,
Kuroo, and found his side of the bed cool, you frowned and sat up, looking
around the bedroom with furrowed eyebrows. Telling from the soft light coming through
your window, it was just barely past dawn, which meant it was too early for
your husband to be even close to out of bed. He cherished the days he could
sleep in.
You reached up and rubbed at your sleepy eyes, letting out a
long and loud yawn, “Where did that sly cat get to….?” You mumbled to yourself,
about to toss the blankets off of you to get up and search for Kuroo, but
jumped when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye.
“Sly cat? I haven’t heard you call me that in a while, kitten.”
Kuroo smirked as he walked into the bedroom, handing you a plate that smelled
of marvelous things. “Good morning.” He hummed as he leaned down and pressed
his lips against yours, pulling you to rest between his legs with your back
pressing against his chest.
“Morning.” You whispered against his lips, using one hand to
hold the plate of food while the other cupped his cheek to keep his lips
against yours. “What’s with the breakfast in bed? How are you even functioning this
early?” You asked curiously as you pulled away from his lips, leaning your head
against his as he rested it on your shoulder.
Kuroo shrugged and wrapped his arms around your middle,
closing his eyes with a serene smile on his face, “I can’t surprise my wife
with food?” He asked curiously, laughing softly, “It wasn’t easy either. The
little monsters were pestering me all morning saying how I wasn’t cooking it
the way you do.” He turned his head and pressed his lips to the juncture of
your neck and shoulder, smirking when you shivered in his arms.
The mention of your three children made you freeze before
putting food in your mouth; Your children took after their father far too much
for this to be a good idea. You bit your bottom lip and nudged the food against
Kuroo’s lips after he went back to resting his chin on your shoulder, “Oh? Is
that so?” You asked, biting your lip roughly to keep from smiling too wide as
he took the food in his mouth before coughing at the taste. “Haven’t you
learned from your past already, Tetsu? They’re literally little yous…
Pranksters.” You called towards the bedroom door where you could see three
heads of unruly black hair poking around the doorway to watch what their little
switch had done. “They switched some of the ingredients, I see.” You brought
the plate up to your nose, sniffing it before letting out a few coughs and
setting the plate off to the side, “Curry powder instead of salt.” You wheezed
out, feeling like your sinuses had been cleared.
Kuroo was still having a coughing fit behind you from the
spicy taste. Why had he thought his children helping would ever be a good idea?
He turned his golden gaze over to the doorway, squinting his eyes when he saw
the three culprits move to stand in the doorway with their hands behind their
back. “Sorry, daddy.” Your eldest, Souma, apologized, but the small smirk on
his face made you cover your mouth and turn away from them so you could snicker
at how identical your eldest son was to your husband. Your middle child,
Hiroshi, looked down at his feet with a slight pout, genuinely sorry for what
their little trick had done to their father. While your youngest, Misaki,
giggled and rushed into the room as best as she could, climbing onto the bed
and sitting in front of you, smiling widely when you wrapped your arms around
her and pulled her closer.
“Oh, I’m so sure you are, Souma.” Kuroo grumped, but only
for a few seconds before his own smirk slid easily onto his face, “Don’t worry,
you little monster. I’ll get you back.” He assured his first son.
“Tetsu, no threatening the children.” You reminded, laughing
gently when Hiroshi rushed to join you and Misaki on the bed, hiding his little
face in your chest when he caught his father’s eye. He was the unsure one of
your children, and that made him the victim of many of Souma’s pranks, but he
knew his father was a genius at jokes, so he usually tried his hardest to stay
out of his fathers sight so he didn’t get teased for being so naïve.
Kuroo chuckled lowly and reached his arms out to wrap around
the three of you in his arms, sticking his tongue out at Souma, “Guess you don’t
get to join in the family cuddle then, evil mastermind Souma.” Kuroo teased as
he let his right hand stroke his second son’s hair soothingly, knowing he and
Misaki weren’t involved (too much) in the ingredient mix up.
Souma stood alone in the doorway of the room, his smirk
falling and a pout coming to his face, “No fair! I wanna cuddle with mama!” He
whined loudly as he rushed to the side of bed, laughing when Kuroo caught him
in his arms and started to tickle him mercilessly, making sure he leaned back
so Souma’s kicking legs didn’t accidentally catch you in the back of your head
or one of the other little ones. “Ahhh! Daddy! Let me down! Ah! No! Why! Why
are you like this?” Souma laughed loudly, pushing his fathers hands away as
best he could, “Mama help me!” He yelled, laughing harder when Kuroo found
Souma’s super ticklish spot on his side.
“I’ll save you, baby.” You cooed as you reached behind you
and pulled Kuroo in for a deep kiss, making the man forget what he was doing
and allowing Souma to scurry into your lap with his siblings, his golden eyes
watching what you had done to stop his father’s attacks. You smiled against
your husbands lips, letting one hand reach back and stroke through his messy
hair, holding his lips to yours for a few seconds before pulling away and
turning back to your three children, who were now arguing amongst themselves
over who was more to blame for the spice prank going wrong.
You smiled widely as you felt Kuroo’s chin rest on your
shoulder again, his lips pressing against your ear, “You don’t play fair.” He
whispered quietly, his breath tickling you. You giggled and turned your head to
be able to see him as best you could, “Don’t worry, Kitten… I’ll get you back
tonight when they’re fast asleep.” Kuroo assured easily, wrapping his arms
around your middle once more and letting his eyes watch your three children
giggle and curl up against your chest or your stomach while they continued to
talk to each other. You don’t think you’d ever been excited for bedtime to
come.
Oh my god! Honestly, the reason this so long for me to finish was because I wanted to find fitting names for the kids lmao I can’t find wat Takeji means but it sounds like Keiji so I really liked it for Akaashi’s son and Amari means “Strength” Kaneko means “Golden” Souma means “True or Reality” Hiroshi means “Generous” and Misaki means “Beautiful Blossom” ******
***** These are just general google searches of the name. I don’t know Kanji, sadly, so I can’t put a meaning to each syllable. T~T
I LOVED this prompt so much when I first posted it! Ah, memories lmao I’m so useless now! xD Ah well, I’ll try my hardest, sweetie! Domestic shit is what I LIVE for!!! Hopefully this will make up… partially… for what I’m about to do to Tobio in a different request…. – Admin Satori ❤
It was the sound of pacing that woke you up from your deep sleep, your eyes struggling to open, weighing down from a head cold taking a toll on your body. You could barely move with how sick you were, so you were relying on your husband to take care of you, and your child. And you figured with all his pacing, he was trying to figure out his next steps. But the moment your eyes caught sight of who was doing the soft secondary pacing, you smiled fondly.
Kageyama was pacing the hallway outside the bedroom door, going this way and that as he tried to get everything in his arms to take back to you for your comfort and care. You could see in the dim light of the morning sun peaking through your blinds that his arms were filled with blankets and pillows. And of course, just the sight of that alone was enough to melt your heart, but what really did you in was the little shadow following his exact footsteps.
Your daughter, Hitomi, loved her daddy with all her little heart, and wanted to be exactly like him in everything he did. Her little legs struggled to make the long strides her father was making, but she managed to keep up with him quite well, always being right below his line of sight when he handed her something to carry. Right now, you could just barely see her messy black pigtails over the large pile of pillows in her arms.
Suddenly you sneezed, and Kageyama jumped almost 5 feet in the air in surprise. His deep blue eyes snapped to where you were leaning against your elbow on your bed, and before you could ward him away with the threat of catching your illness, he was right there next to you. His left hand took your free right hand in his and brought it to his lips, and you relished in the sight; he’d been so awkward when the two of you first started dating in high school, your remembered him barely being able to even walk properly if he tried talking to you at the same time. You closed your eyes for a few second, letting out a deep sigh, “What has you so worked up, Tobio? I told you it’s just a small cold… It’ll be gone in a few days.” You assured, pulling your hand from his and cupping his face, stroking your thumb over his cheekbone gently.
He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, “I know… But… What if it doesn’t?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing in worry, thinking back to before you graced his life, knowing he’d only lose track of himself like he did back then; focusing only on his condition for volleyball and not really taking care of himself outside of that. You’d shown him he could be someone other than his teams setter, he could be both himself and a key player without having to give one or the other up.
You shook your head, your eyes catching the movement of a shadow at the edge of the bed by Kageyama’s legs. “Tobio, it’s not that serious, sweetheart. I’ve gotten sick before… I was sick when I was pregnant…” You raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe you’re going to be a father again?” Your suggestion made his eyes widen before looking down at your flat belly.
“S-seriously?” He asked, and you smiled at the quiet excitement in his voice; He’d fallen in love at the sight of your daughter, who he now pulled onto the bed to rest between the two of you. “D… Do you know for sure?” His voice was soft, and you looked over at your bag from the store, you’d gone to get some pregnancy tests just before the illness had incapacitated you, but you hadn’t had the strength to actually take them yet. His eyes followed your line of sight, and his body stiffened, “You were going to check… Why didn’t you tell me?” He turned his eyes back to you, and you shrugged, not really expecting it to be a big issue. You’d checked last time without him. But then, last time you’d found out he’d been away at a game overseas.
“I didn’t want to get you excited…. Just in case it really was just a bug and not something more…” You sighed, reaching up and rubbing your eyes before looking down at your daughter, who was turning her attention to whoever was talking in your conversation. “Hitomi would have to really get used to the idea of a little sibling… She’s crazy about you, Tobio.. I don’t think she’d much care for having to share you attention.” You mused quietly before looking back up at your husband.
Kageyama’s small frown didn’t go unnoticed by you, of course. You remembered how he’d wanted to be by your side throughout everything when it came to your pregnancy with Hitomi, and you knew this ‘maybe baby’ was no different. Kageyama took pride in being a father and husband more than he cared for his national career as Japan’s primary setter!
“Tobio,” His eyes met yours without any barriers, and you could tell he was disappointed you hadn’t come to him first about what you thought was happening, “I love you, Tobio… And I wouldn’t do anything to hurt your feelings… I, honestly, was going to tell you.” You assured quietly, your hand cupping his cheek once again, “Hitomi… Can you give daddy a big hug? Please?” You requested, and Hitomi almost immediately was up on her feet with her little arms wrapping around her father’s neck.
Hitomi only knew a few words, not too many to make much sense, but she was very aware of everyones emotions around her. She buried her little face in her fathers neck and babbled quietly, saying ‘dada’ and ‘papa’ over and over in some places. You knew she didn’t know why her daddy was feeling sad, but she truly believed she could make him feel better with her hugs. The innocence of a child was something that would never cease to amaze you and Kageyama.
Kageyama wrapped his arms around his daughter, pressing his lips to her little ear and smiling when she squealed and pushed away from him suddenly, “Uh-oh! Tickle monster!” You smiled as Hitomi’s blue eyes widened in faux fear and she bounced off the bed, her little legs taking her around the corner of the room and into hers in record time. But he didn’t run after her, knowing she’s get sidetracked by her toys in her playroom. You let out a sigh and laid back down on the bed, closing your eyes when your head hit the pillow; You knew his eyes were on you, and you opened your arms, smiling when you felt him lay his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapping around your middle while the other laid on your belly ever so gently. “…. If I am pregnant…. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl?” You asked curiously, burying your nose into his hair and pressing your lips against his forehead.
“I want it to be healthy…” Kageyama said truthfully, and you nudged him with a small laugh, he smiled as he stared down at his hand on your belly, “_____, I don’t really mind the gender of the baby… As long as they’re healthy.” Your fingers stroked through his hair and you could feel his breathing getting deeper and deeper.
“I think I want a boy… A little clone of you.”
Kageyama was up suddenly, and you stared at him in surprise, not being able to ask him what was wrong before he was out of the room. You sat up, hearing for his movements before letting out a small laugh when you heard Hitomi’s squeal of surprise, then he was back in the room, getting comfortable in your arms again with Hitomi resting between your bodies. You smiled and turned your body to be able to face your beautiful family. Hitomi giggled and reached up, laying her hand on her fathers face and squishing his cheeks, her giggling rising in frequency as your husband made faces while she pushed and squished his cheek. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, again, but you knew the sickness was only starting if you truly were pregnant again. But oh…. How worth it it was when you held that little bundle in your arms for the first time.
Tsukishima Kei
Satoshi (Wise) – son (7)
Hikaru (Radiance) – son (5)
Being the only female in the Tsukishima household gave you some priority. Waking up, alone, but with your breakfast already made and placed beside you, was one of them. You blinked a few times, the smell of the freshly made chocolate waffles with fresh strawberries prompting your stomach to cramp in hunger. But so early in the morning, you didn’t want to do anything but sleep in. You carefully placed the tray on the side table beside the bed before curling up in your blankets and falling back asleep.
“Daddy… Mama didn’t eat her waffles.”
“Shhhh, Hikaru, let mommy sleep.”
A large hand stroked your hair out of your face, but the familiarity of it made you smile softly, feeling the bed dip twice before you felt a small body lay against you, their little head pressed against your chest and hearing how your heart slowly beat a little faster as you came back into the conscious world.
“Good Morning, beautiful.” Your husband whispered, and you gave him a sleepy smile, seeing how he just barely sat on the edge of the bed, his hand still cupping your face ever so softly. If there was one thing Tsukishima loved, it was watching you sleep. As embarrassing as it was, he claimed you never looked more peaceful than when you slept, and just the sight would make him forget whatever argument had taken place that previous day or whenever.
You hummed, “The world must be ending for you to be calling me beautiful so early in the morning.” You teased quietly, turning your head and kissing his palm softly before looking down at who occupied your chest, seeing your youngest son smiling up at you, blinding you with how completely radiant his smile was. “Oh my goodness, who let this ball of sunshine in the room?” You smiled back down at your baby, running your fingers through his short blond hair and letting out a small laugh when his cheeks were tinted with a soft pink.
“Good morning, mama!” Hikaru greeted happily, scurrying up from his place against your chest so he could wrap his arms around your neck, pressing his lips to the tip of your nose.
Tsukishima turned and sat next to you on the bed, letting his hand stroke through your hair slowly, knowing it took a while for you to actually wake up in the mornings. He’d been the one to actually do the cooking this morning, but it’d been the idea of your two sons to make it for you. And while he’d tried his best to keep the kitchen clean, having two sons made it practically impossible. “You feeling okay enough to eat?” Tsukishima asked calmly, pulling the tray from the side table to rest on his lap, “Because if not, I think I’ll just have to share it with Satoshi.” He smirked.
“But daddy! That’s for mommy!” Satoshi piped up from the doorway, and you saw he’d gone to clean his glasses from whatever mess awaited you in the kitchen. “I can’t eat what we made for her, that’s mean.” He whined as he climbed on the bed with the rest of his family, kneeling at the foot of your bed, not being able to really see much without his glasses on.
You looked up at your husband with a teasing smile, “Yeah, daddy, that’s for me!” You stuck your tongue out at him, laughing softly when he gave you a warning deadpan stare, remembering the last time you’d called him daddy you’d ended up getting pregnant with Hikaru. Slowly, you sat up, still holding Hikaru in your arms, nuzzling your nose into his little cheek and smiling when he giggled and nuzzled his own nose against yours. “Come here, Satoshi, come give mama some cuddles.” You pouted, reaching out an arm for your eldest to come closer.
Satoshi took a lot after his father. Blind as a bat and not very outwardly affectionate. There were few days after he’d become self aware that he’d voluntarily would cuddle with you or let you coddle him. There were points in time where he’d feel vulnerable and would need your comforting hand or your words of kindness, but very rarely would he actually reciprocate any sort of cuddling motions. But being half you, he had a lot of softness to his heart. He loved everyone as deeply as his little body would let him, it’s just his father’s hard outer shell made it hard for him to express it properly. Like now.
He pursed his lips and looked down at his glasses, making sure they were completely clean before putting them back on, pushing them up the bridge of his nose so his eyelashes were practically curling against the glass. His golden eyes glanced at his father, seeing how close his dad was to actually digging into the food, before he looked over at you, “But mommy, the food? Daddys gonna eat it all, and then you won’t have any left over.” He pointed out, trying to change the subject.
For now, you played his game. Leaning over, you laid your head on your husband bicep, “Hey… uh…. You’re not… thinking about…. Eating that…. Are you?” You asked cryptically, not being able to conceal your quiet giggles when you felt him tense at your slightly threatening tone, “Because… I don’t think those were meant for you….” You reaching over and took a strawberry from the top of the waffle stack, popping it into your mouth and winking at your husband when his eyes snapped to watch where the strawberry was being hauled off to. “I’m sure there’s something else I can give in exchange for the food though, Kei.” You smiled knowingly, sitting back up and patting your youngest son on the back softly, feeling him start to fall asleep from just being in your arms. Your little radiance easily tired himself out from the mornings happenings.
“Who’s to say I’ll agree to the exchange?” Tsukishima asked curiously, raising an eyebrow over at you when your eyes widened at his response, “What if I want the waffles more?” He pondered to himself, puling a small piece from the stack before popping it into his mouth quickly.
You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Liar.” You called easily, laughing when he let out a small huff at his bluff being founded so quickly. “Satoshi? Do you want some food? We can all share it!” You smiled over at your eldest, seeing his eyes squint at your suspiciously before he slowly crawled over to sit between you and your husband. While he was focused on pulling a piece free from the waffles, Tsukishima helping him make sure he didn’t make a complete mess of the meal, you leaned down and pressed a kiss to Satoshi’s temple.
He whined and looked up at you with puffed cheeks, crossing his arms after putting the waffle in his mouth, “Mommy! Why?” He let out a long sigh, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his perturbed face; almost an exact replica of his fathers. You smiled and wrapped your free arm around him, pulling him to your chest and nuzzling your nose against his head, “Nooooo, whyyyyy, Daddy! Help me!” He reached out to his father, but Tsukishima only smirked and waved ‘goodbye’ to his son.
“Ah, don’t act, my little Toshi, you know you love mommy!” You cooed, pressing a kiss to his forehead before just holding him in your arm, your other arm holding your sleeping son. You felt a chill go down your back as you realized Hikaru was actually drooling all over your collarbone as he snoozed. “Ah, Kei!” You whined, looking at your husband, who only smirked and waved you off, “Come on, he’s drooling all over me.” You pleaded, quiet laughter bubbling in your voice at how ridiculous this was getting.
“Sounds like a you problem.” Tsukishima teased, but his hands made quick work to put the tray off on the side table once more before he was pulling Hikaru out of your arms and into his, “Ah! No, wait! Regret. Why.” His voice was barely above a whisper, not wanting to wake up his son, but you couldn’t stop from laughing at his disgusted face, “How can something so small produce so much drool?”
“I don’t know, sounds like a you problem.” You shot back easily, wrapping both arms around your eldest son, feeling your heart warm when he relaxed in your arms and let you dote on him. “I think he’s dreaming of the waffles.” You mused, snorting when your husband gave you a sour look, “Let’s just hope he doesn’t dream about being potty trained all over again.” You teased, hiding your smile in your eldest sons hair when Tsukishima gave you a concerned look.
“That does sound like a you problem, daddy.” Satoshi smirked up at his dad, and Tsukishima’s eyes widened; It was like looking in a goddamn mirror.
Bokuto Koutarou
Koichi (Light/Shining First (child)) – son (7)
Shoji (Soaring Second (child)) – son (6)
Hideki (Splendid Opportunity) – son (4)
Tetsuo (Wise Hero) – son (3)
Aiko (Little love) – daughter (1)
Waking up in the Bokuto household was always a gamble. There were a number of things that could be wrong with how bountiful your family had grown, four sons and a single daughter… The messes were bound to be plentiful. Everyday was different from the other. Every day held a new adventure for you, for your children, for your husband.
But for now, opening your eyes to your year old daughter sitting in front of your face, her little hands pressing into your cheek and patting your forehead with the lightest of taps. You exhaled with a small smile on your lips, “Ah, Aiko… You escaped your crib once more.” You mused, reaching up and stroking her black hair out of her face, hearing her babbling away quietly as a way of responding to you. Turning to lay on your back, you pulled her to lay on your chest, her little head resting on your collarbone, chewing on her hand around her babbling. “The day has started…” You closed your eyes for just a second before they snapped open at the sound of your bedroom door slamming open.
“MOOOOOM! Hideki put baby powder in his hair!” Koichi, your eldest son, called, holding his little brother on his hip as best he could while walking into the bedroom, setting the younger boy on your bed. It was true, your second youngest son’s hair was covered in the baby powder, down to his very roots. Though he hadn’t been very precise in his aim, and a good amount had landed all over his face and shoulders.
You sat up, crossing your legs and setting Aiko in the space between your legs, reaching out and running your fingers through Hideki’s hair, “What in the world were you doing with the baby powder, Deki?” You asked with a fond smile, pulling your hand back to see it completely saturated in the powder.
“I wanna be like daddy!” He hollered, having absolutely no volume control. He thew his hands up in the air and cheered, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!!”, his wide golden eyes sparkling at the mere idea of becoming like his father.
“Like… daddy?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to figure out what he was trying to say. “Oh!” You couldn’t help but laugh, realizing the baby powder gave his hair the black and white pattern that your husband had sported ever since he learned how to dye his own hair. “Koutarou!” You called, knowing your husband could hear you wherever he was throughout the house.
Koichi stood in the middle of the room, his arms crossed as he gave his little brother the stink eye, but you knew his inner monologue was somewhere along the lines of ‘why didn’t I think of that???’. “I’m going to go clean up the mess he made.” He huffed, not liking that his chores had been added to just because the four year old wanted to copy their dad. He stomped off into the room where the crime had happened. “MOM!!” Came his voice not too long after he’d left, “Tetsuo got into it too!”
“You rang, Mrs. Bokuto?” Came your husbands cheerful voice as he walked into the room, having grabbed Tetsuo and your second son Shoji before they could make a mess of the whole house. He was covered in baby powder as well, and Shoji whined in his fathers arms when Tetsuo reached over with his powder covered hands and squeezed his older brothers face.
You raised an eyebrow at your husband, your eyes going from your powdered covered sons, to his black and white hair, then meeting his large golden eyes, “You’ve created a disturbance in this household.” You teased, picking up Aiko in your arms when you saw Bokuto’s arms move to toss the two in his arms onto the bed. “Koutarou! Why? Now there’s powder everywhere!” You whined, holding your daughter close to you so none of the white mess got on her. Shoji bounced once before scurrying away, dodging his father’s arms and ducking between his legs to go get his older brother. You could hear him laughing as he ambushed his older brother, then Koichi’s responding yell of distaste. “We’ve lost another one, Aiko.” You sighed, and Bokuto laughed at your dramatization of the small issue.
Tetsuo, your youngest son, bounced twice before he just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, for a few seconds. You figured he was trying to figure out how he’d ended up on the bed, but then he was up and jumping on the same bed within seconds, Hideki copying his movements and jumping up and down with his younger brother. Little Aiko saw the fun her older brothers were having and struggling in your arms, whining and babbling, pointing at her brothers and looking back at you with determination in her gold eyes.
“Noooooo, not you, too, Aiko! Traitor!” You pretended to cry out as the little baby broke free from your hold, wobbling on her legs on the bed before Hideki helped her stand up straight, holding her hand as they jumped together on your bed. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows at your husband, “Kou… Your children are far too rambunctious.” You huffed, watching as he took his space next to you on the bed, forcing yourself not to lean into his embrace as he pulled you into his arms, “No more. No more babies.” You sent him a playful glare, “They only make messes and eat all my food.”
Bokuto nodded thoughtfully, but the glint in his eyes made you struggle not to laugh, “MY children came from YOUR womb… soooo I think that makes them your kids, too.” He pondered, then pouted, “Whaaaat? You don’t want any more babies? Come on, ______. I can make it worth your while.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your ear, making your face feel like it’d been set on fire. “It’s fun making babies with you… Don’t you want another little bundle of joy?”
Biting your bottom lip, your forced out the memories of conceiving each of your children, trying not to let your memories show on your face as you whined and pushed against his chest, giggling when he nuzzled his nose against your neck, “Koutarou!” You laughed, “Those bundles of joy grow up into these little beasts!” You waved your hand to show your three youngest still jumping on the bed, your ears picking up on the sound of your two oldest running around the house; No doubt Koichi running away from Shoji as the latter tried to douse him in whatever was left of the baby powder. You looked up to see Bokuto looking at your children with only the sort of pride a father could feel. Yes, it was a messy house with messy children. Yes, there were days you wanted to pull your hair out and yell at all the boys in the house for being so psychotic. And of course, there were days you reminisced on sleepless nights with your husband before your children… But looking at your children jumping on the bed, hearing your other two running throughout the house, feeling your husbands supporting arms and hearing his heart beating in sync with yours, with your children. “Alright…” You smiled up at your husband, reaching up and stroking his cheek, internally laughing when you noticed some baby powder get smeared on his cheek and jaw, “Let’s have another.”
These are so cute!! I can totally see Bokuto having a brood of children!
Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.
D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)
Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.
“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.
“I need you,” he replies simply.
She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.
He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.
He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.
Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.
He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.
Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”
He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.
Okay… So for this one… I kinda stole the idea from a NatsuxLucy (Fairy Tail) fic I read a LONG time ago… And I really REALLy loved it…. So the fic I read was pretty lengthy and had a few angsty parts, but this will just be the condensed version, basically… I don’t really have too much time to make an entire fic haha! Thanks for Requesting! – Admin Satori ❤
Kuroo Tetsurou:
How in the hell were you supposed to do this assignment? Nude drawings? Of someone you knew? Someone who spoke to not only to your art form but to your very spiritual core? You huffed and tossed your paperwork off to the side, watching it slide just a bit out of the way and start to fall off the bench you were sitting on. You suddenly lunged for it, trying to grab just the edges when suddenly a large hand appeared on the other end of the paperwork, catching it just in time. Your wide eyes slowly traveled up the toned arm to meet a pair of golden eyes. “T-Tetsurou?” You blinked in surprise, not having expected him of all people to be attending the same school as you.
Kuroo smiled, “_____! Hey, how’ve you been?” His voice was calm, testing the waters of whatever acquaintance he still had with you. You’d grown up with Kuroo, had dated him for a few months back in middle and early high school. But things had gotten in the way, and the two of you had slowly lost touch over the years….
Try as you may, date as many guys after him as you had…
Yet, your heart still belonged to him.
“I’m doing great! Wow, it’s been a long time.” You smiled fondly up at him, barely seeing his hand place your items back on the bench within reach. “You have classes here? I would have thought the big shot you are would have gone on to be Tokyo’s greatest volleyball player!” You teased, knowing he’d, at one point, truly dreamed of becoming a national player.
His hand waved you off and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, “I’m nearly 24, ____. I can’t be daydreaming of the national team that never will be.” Kuroo chuckled, “They’re loss really.” He shrugged before taking a seat next to you, your school bag being the only thing separating the two of you on the bench. “What’s all this then?” He asked, pulling your assignment back from your bag and reading it over. Your eyes widened and quickly took the paper from him, not wanting him to see the embarrassment you’d have to be put through.
“Nothing…. Just a dumb assignment…. You know… I need a few electives before graduation is even a possibility…. So I thought ‘why not take art? It’ll be easy!’”
“And you got slapped in the face with the nude drawing assignment?” He raised a dark eyebrow at you, and, still, you didn’t meet his gaze, your cheeks dusted in a light blush. “I’ll do it for you.” He offered suddenly, and your eyes immediately snapped to meet his, “I’ll be your model.” He smirked at you, leaning towards you, squishing your backpack between his thigh and yours, “You just have to try not to fall in love with what you see.”
You laughed and pushed him away playfully, “You’re so dumb.” You mumbled before shaking your head and standing up with your things, “I couldn’t ask that of you, Tetsurou… Although we may have dated for a few months, you know as well as I do that neither of us saw each other naked, so I don’t know if I’d be too comfortable with that.” You admitted easily, moving your backpack to your chest to be able to put your paperwork back in it’s proper place.
He stared up at you from beneath his dark lashes, and your breath stilled in your throat from the intense sight. What you wouldn’t give to actually draw that stare of his and keep it for yourself. The project be damned. But his smirk made your mind clear and remind yourself that he wasn’t exactly the serious type, he didn’t really seem like he’d let you live down drawing him in all his glory. And if you drew him wrong? Sketched something completely different than how it was? Forget ever being able to think without his teasing and mocking. You knew he wasn’t saying anything for a reason. He was trying to smolder you into agreeing and have him be your model. And for fuck sake if it wasn’t working.
Sighing in defeat, knowing this was going to be one hell of a project, you closed your eyes and nodded, “Fine, Tetsurou… you can be my model.” You mumbled, “Be at my apartment around 8 next Monday… and we can get started.”
Next Monday came, and while Kuroo was undressing in your ‘art studio’, which was just a section of your bedroom that you’d designated with the best lighting for your art, you were quietly panicking in the bathroom.
The week between meeting him since high school and today had blurred past you in a series of small dates with the stranger turned close friend. He’d taken you for coffee, dinner, lunch, he’d buy your breakfast and he’d even run errands for you. You couldn’t fathom why either! You couldn’t even tell if he was confused that this was simply a project and not something you’d planned to get him back.
But each and every one of his actions towards you, his favors, his running your errands… his thoughtfulness towards you, it filled you with hope. Maybe you two would get back together.
A knock at the door scared you out of your delusions and you looked towards it with wide panicked eyes. “____? You ready to sketch this perfection?” Kuroo called through the door and you wanted to smack that smirk out of his voice. Maybe you didn’t want the two of you to get back together after all.
“I’m coming.” You called back lamely, taking a deep breath and washing your face in water before opening the door. He stood just outside the doorway, his right hand leaning on the wood of it while his left hand held a towel in place around his waist. You had to pause for a moment, blinking a few times to try to make sense of what it was you were supposed to be doing again. How could someone so infuriating and annoying be so… goddamn attractive? He smiled down at you, his black hair as messy as ever and covering half his face. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from drooling before maneuvering around him as best you could, “Come on, the assignment is due next week.” You reminded, forcing yourself from looking back at him and feel your insides warming at how fluidly and perfectly, even gracefully, his body moved as he followed you.
“You have time… I mean.. I’m not really sure how thought out this project needs to be, but all that’s left now is you to actually draw me…” He shrugged, following your instruction as you placed him on your rented model stand, moving him around to best suit your art style. He watched you closely, even when you turned his head to best fit what form you were going for, and the way your eyes focused so intensely on his bare skin made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He still loved you. Years later, and you were still on his mind, running through his dreams, reminding him to better himself. He wanted you back, he truly did – that’s why he’d taken up this opportunity to be your model… So he could spend his days with you while his dreams were filled with you during the night.
Finally the moment for his towel to be removed came and your hands shook as you reached for the fabric – his only cover from your eyes. His eyes watched you intensely, and you couldn’t help but notice the small blush on his cheeks as your hand made contact with the towel, the slightest pressure making his usually calm nerves suddenly become erratic. You suddenly cleared your throat before pulling the towel from his waist, tossing it behind you so as not to hide from the entire view of his body.
You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting. He was a tall young man, dark bedhead hair, long long legs that you felt went on forever, everything about him was relatively big… And his penis was no different. While the moment called for embarrassment, Kuroo was thankful he wasn’t sporting a hard on with your first viewing of all of him. But he knew the more you looked at it, the more self conscious he’d become about his size and his exposure.
Realizing the moment was becoming a bit more embarrassing than an artist needs to make it for their model, you stepped back, tilting your head this way and that to make sure everything looked in place. Everything. The assignment asked for an organic type of pose, not something completely robotic and mechanical looking. Sighing, you sat down and pulled the paper close to you, getting ready to work your magic. “Okay…. Tetsurou…” You called quietly, seeing his golden eyes trained on you still, “Don’t move.” You instructed, seeing his lips quirk in a small smirk before you were focused on getting his exact likeness in your drawing.
“This just looks absolutely awful…” You groaned into your hands after closing your journal. It’d been a whole week since he first came to pose for you, and almost every day since you’d worked endlessly on the art piece so it was absolutely perfect. You’d barely had any sleep, and you were wearing yourself almost completely ragged; Kuroo saw this, and not only felt enormously guilty for not being the perfect model, but also felt concerned over your dedication. Were you putting this much effort just because it was him? Or did you give this much of yourself in all of your pieces? When you both had reunited a little over a week ago, you’d spoken of the class as if it was something to laugh at, so he figured you’d just half ass it and turn it in…
He looked over at you, breaking his pose and seeing you visibly shaking. Kuroo integrally panicked before grabbing the towel to wrap around his waist and walk over to you. He took a seat next to you and let his right arm rest on the other side of your body as he nudged you with his shoulder, “No way – if you’re the artist, I’m sure it’s perfect!” He tried to encourage, but couldn’t really formulate what exactly he wanted to say. His left hand reached for the journal, but you slapped it away. His hand recoiled and he gave you a shocked expression, “What? I can’t even see it?”
You shook your head, “No. It’s completely just a mess… I can’t get your likeness at all.. Every time I try… It’s like my hand automatically reverts to cartoons and hard lines…” You whined, tossing your head back and feeling only a little surprise when the base of your head came into contact with his shoulder. You groaned and closed your eyes, “I think I’m just going to drop the class… Then I can take something better or easier – it’s just an elective anyway…” You muttered, your frown slowly turned into a pout and you crossed your arms over your chest; Now you were just being childish.
Kuroo smiled down at you, and before he could actually think about what he was doing… His lips were gently pressed against your pouting ones. You only tensed for a moment, having not expected him to make his move at this juncture of your struggling, but in the next second you were kissing him back. No one said anything, there was no apologies for inviting himself into your personal space, and there was no hesitation or rejection coming from your end. It’s almost as if the two of you just continued where you’d left off back in high school.
Only…. He was still naked.
You don’t know when or how this had happened; when you’d fallen for him all over again, so easily, without any fear. But you had. You’d always loved him, but falling in love with him all over again had definitely been an adventure for the both of you. An unexpected turn in your lives, two souls finding one another again after time apart. And you were completely positive your hearts and your souls would continue to find each other – no matter how many times the two of your separated.
The morning light streamed through your blinds right into your eyes, and you inhaled suddenly as you were pushed into the conscious world. You blinked a few times, holding your hand in the way of the sunlight so your eyes were thrown in the shade once more, trying to get your bearings. You closed your eyes again, feeling your body come into your senses once more, feeling soreness.
Soreness…
Your eyes snapped open and you sat up in your bed, looking down at your body as the sheet fell away to reveal your decorated skin. The decorations being hickies and bruises. You blinked, not understanding what it was you were currently seeing, not understanding what you’d just done with the person sleeping in the bed next to you…
Turning your head, you finally realized someone was sleeping next to you. As peaceful as ever, Kuroo slept while facing you, his left arm thrown out and resting over your waist while his other was bunched up under the pillow under his head, his lips were a little bruised and slightly parted; You could hear his steady breath as he continued to dream, his lips twitching into a serene smile now and then, and you wondered what it was he was dreaming about. Though, you had an idea of what it could be. His hair, as bedhead as it usually is, was actually pushed back from his face while he slept, making his expression look all the more relaxed with the new reveal of the right side of his face.
Something was running through your veins, and you reached over him as quietly and discreetly as you could to grab your sketching journal. Sitting back, keeping his arm on your waist, you focused all your energy into drawing his likeness into the paper; the only sound in the morning light being the scratching of your pencil on the paper, and yours and Kuroo’s combined breathing. Though, focusing so much on your drawing, you noticed you were holding your breath most of the time. Motivation wasn’t what pushed you – it wasn’t even inspiration… It was something more. Something stronger that pulled your hand over the paper, getting all his angles and gentle curves – every point in his messy hair to the very delicate curvature of his lips and eyelashes.
The final product was… There were no words for how not only perfect it’d come out, but for how the picture you’d drawn almost completely mirrored the peaceful man beside you. You placed your journal and drawing utensils off to the side of the bed, knowing your class wasn’t until later that day, before curling up in the blankets once more, scooting as close to Kuroo as you dared. But you didn’t have to worry about waking him up by getting too close, because once he’d felt you start to stir, he pulled you close to his body with the arm that was laying on you. You tensed just the slightest, waiting for some teasing remark from him or even some snarky confidence – but the only thing you heard was a content exhale. You closed your eyes and let your ear rest against his chest, hearing his heart beating strong in his chest. And you realized…
His heart beat matched yours – exactly. In every way possible. You felt connected to this man in more than just the physical sense. You felt it spiritually. You felt his soul entwining with yours, and you knew you could overcome anything as long as he was by your side.
Your teacher said you’d mastered the assignment.
Edit: So I realized after making the entire scenario that the request was for PHOTOGRAPHY!!!!!….. I done goofed!!!!! Uuughhh But I hope you like it, sweetheart!!! Please accept my apologies!!!!
I love this and I think it works better somehow as a sketch instead of photography. Really well done!
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