ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.
I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!
It’s hot, plain and simple.
Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?
Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.
That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.
And he dies. Again.
But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”
Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.
“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.
When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.
“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.
Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”
Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.
“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”
“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.
Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.
Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.
But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.
“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.
“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.
“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”
The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.
He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”
“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”
Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.
“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.
“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.
“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.
“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”
They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.
Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.
She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”
He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.
“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.
He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.
“I love you,” he gasps.
“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”
Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.
When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.
Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.
ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.
I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!
It’s hot, plain and simple.
Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?
Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.
That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.
And he dies. Again.
But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”
Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.
“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.
When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.
“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.
Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”
Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.
“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”
“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.
Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.
Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.
But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.
“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.
“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.
“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”
The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.
He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”
“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”
Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.
“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.
“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.
“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.
“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”
They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.
Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.
She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”
He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.
“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.
He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.
“I love you,” he gasps.
“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”
Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.
When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.
Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.
D = Dirty
Secret (Pretty
self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Kenma: Has used
his PSP to look up porn. Curiosity got the better of this cat but he’d be so embarrassed
if you (or Kuroo) found out (Kuroo already knows, he just waiting to spring it
on him).
Kagami: Has tried
various food items on himself to see if they are worth bringing into the
bedroom, though he’s too embarrassed to do it because what if you deduce that
he experiment without you?
Ukai: Already
answered.
Would be so turned on if you wore your old high school uniform for
him. You don’t even have to “sexy” it up, just the sight of you in it makes his
mouth water.
Nishinoya: Has
used a towel in the storage room to alleviate a boner when you kissed him super
heavy right before practice. You told him it was to get his motor running, but
the wrong motor kicked up!
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Kenma: This is
kinky for Kenma: loves when you give him a blowjob while he’s playing a game.
Sure it’s a troupe but it works for him.
Kagami: Remember
his dirty little secret? It’s linked to his food kink. Kagami is a damn good
cook and enjoys food (as we’ve all seen) so pairing you and food? Sexy as hell.
Ukai: Say it
with me…coach. He can’t help it, you calling him coach makes his blood boil in
the best way possible.
Nishinoya: Sex
in the team room. He loves volleyball, he loves you. Bring the two best things
in his world together and he’s ready to go.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Kenma: Taking
things nice and slow to allow him time to adjust to what’s happening. He wants
you, he knows he does, but everything just feels so embarrassing because he’s
inexperienced. Lots of encouragement and smiles will put him at ease and help
him get into it.
Kagami: Even
though he’ll turn red to his ears, Kagami loves it when you take charge. Push
him up against the wall (shorter or not he’ll be backing up on his own till
there’s nowhere to retreat) and kiss him while trailing your hands under his
shirt. He’ll warm up in no time.
Ukai: Keishin
has a ridiculously busy life so having you understand he can’t always give 100%
of himself to you makes him want you all the more. Teasing him thorough out the
day very subtly, though seemingly cruel, will get him so keyed up he’ll be
ready to take you in the threshold of the door if you let him when you both get
home.
Nishinoya: “What are you going to do to me…senpai?”
You won’t know what hit you when this ball of thunder and lightning hears those
words come out of your mouth.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Kenma: No, he has
enough trouble with intimacy as it is, so keep it simple and sweet this this
precious boy.
Kagami: Is willing
to experiment just is embarrassed to admit it. You will most likely need to
take the lead on things.
Ukai: Definitely
into experimentation. Ukai has had a number of years to enjoy sex so adding new
things is a huge turn on for him.
Nishinoya: Totally
up for almost anything you want to try. He’s eager to please and be pleased for
sure!
W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your
choice)
Kenma: Will act
like he doesn’t care, but is high key concerned about the team (specifically
Kuroo) approving of his relationship with you. His team means a lot more to him
that he vocalizes. He doesn’t need to worry though, they were the ones rooting
for you from the first time you met their shy setter.
Kagami: As much as
he can get embarrassed by teasing, Kagami loves showing you off to the GOMs (especially
in front of Aomine). He doesn’t treat you like a possession, per se, but there’s
definitely a feeling of “look what I have, isn’t she amazing” when he’s around
them with you.
Ukai: Already
answered.
The longer he remains
coach of Karasuno, the more time he spends looking for someone who will take
his hand and stand strong for the team. Thankfully, you fit that role
perfectly, so he doesn’t have to look any farther than right next to him.
Nishinoya: Wants
your best friend to date Asahi so the two of you can go on double dates
together and will pester you to try to set them up even if they’ve never met.
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Kenma
“What’s in it for me?” Kuroo’s eyebrow cocks up, a smug smirk on his face.
“I’ll get you a date with Yachi-san,” you offer.
“Pfft, I can get my own dates, thank you very
much,” he complains.
“Sure, if she’d stand still long enough for you to ask
and even then, I’m not sure it would work without a little input from me.”
By the dusting of pink on his cheeks and slight irritation
in his eyes you know you’ve got him.
“Fine, but he’s going to kill both of us you
know,” he concedes.
“You let me worry about that.”
Kuroo puts his plan into action the next day, stealing away
Kenma’s shower basket in the morning and hiding it well enough that by the time
the annoyed setter finds it that evening he’s the very last to use the showers.
Grumbling to himself about revenge against the scheming
captain, he starts to wash, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath to try to
calm down from the day.
As you step into the locker room your heart drums with
nervous excitement. The steam rolls around you like a blanket, erupting sweat
on your brow and warming your body though you don’t need the external assistance
to feel a burning heat. The smell of clean springs wafts through the room mixed
with a scent that can only be described as distinctly male creating a rather
heady concoction that adds to the thrum in your pulse.
The latching of the lock catches Kenma’s attention, his soft
voice echoing off the tiles as he calls out, “Who’s there?”
When you come around the corner, Kenma inhales sharply, his
hands flying to cover himself.
You click your tongue, shaking your head as you admonish, “Still
so shy, Kenma-kun.” Stalking forward, you slowly undo the tie at your
waist. The falling terry cloth reveals blemish free skin to his vision and you
don’t miss the momentary flash of heat in his eyes.
“________-chan, what are you doing?” His tone
tries for annoyance but your ears are tuned to his nuances; he’s interested
despite his play for indifference to your state of undress.
“You’re too smart to play dumb, Kenma-kun,” you hiss as the hot water kisses your skin. Slick flesh meets slick
flesh when you seal a half-hearted protest from his mouth with your own. You
kiss him gingerly, fingers carding through wet hair and he moans low in the
back of his throat. Kenma’s hands instinctively reach for you, grasping your
hips firmly, thumbs trailing back and forth with nervous energy.
He pulls away to gather a shaky breath, meeting your eyes
with his own half hooded.
“I should have known something was up. Kuroo helped you,
didn’t he?”
“Mmhmmmm,” you purr, finger tracing a line down
the center of his chest. You follow its trajectory, knees landing on the tile
below. “Don’t be too angry with him,” you sigh, lips teasing against
his firming length, “I played dirty.”
“Yachi-san?” he pants as you take him in.
Your hum of confirmation vibrates up his flesh shooting
tendrils of pleasure from the base of his spine upwards pulling goosebumps to
the surface of his heated skin. His hand settles in your hair, breath and heart
rate increasing as he groans, “You’re impossible.”
You smile around him, releasing just enough to assert,
“But you love me anyway.”
His pulling you back into position confirms your conviction
and you return focus on the task of getting him off before the coaches get
suspicious.
Ennoshita
“Chikara-kun,” you moan, hands clenching his jersey tight enough
that your knuckles almost turn white, “we can’t do this here!” Your words end
on a hiss as his teeth scrape against your collar bone, hands pressing you
firmly to the wall of the abandoned classroom he pulled you into. Seems he
found the dingy, dark place while touring the grounds at night with the other
second years, something about setting up a ghost prank for the first years but
your surprisingly devious boyfriend had much more salacious intentions in mind.
“Shhhh, don’t make so much noise, _____-chan, you don’t want
anyone to find us, do you?” he whispers, breath tickling the fine hairs of your
ear making you shiver. His lips cover yours in a passionate kiss, his hold
tightening to an almost bruising degree. A whimper crawls up your throat,
finger nails scraping against the vinyl number on his back.
“Is this anyway for a future captain to be behaving? What
kind of example are you setting?” you scold once your kiss abused lips are
released in favor of gaining more oxygen. You wish your tone held more
authority but it’s a rather difficult ask when his hands are trailing up the
inside of your shirt. Wrapping a strong hand around one breast he squeezes
earning a shuddering groan.
“If I told you the number of times I caught Daichi knuckle
deep in Michimiya-san it would make your head spin, so to answer your question,”
he pinches a nipple through the tautness of your bra making you arch further
into his touch, “I’d say I’m just following in his footsteps.”
You choke on your breath, head hitting the wall with a thud.
With your eyes closed you can’t see the smirk on Chikara’s face but you can
definitely feel it. His mouth latches back onto your pulse point as he trails
his hand back down over your stomach, fingers toying with the edges of your
waistband. His teasing is getting to be unbearable and you wish he’d either stop
now or just get on with it.
“Is that so?” he asks and you realize you must have voiced
your complaint aloud. “Well then,” he goes on, hand breaking the threshold of
your pants, “if you’re going to be so accommodating, who am I to turn down an
invitation like that?”
He pushes past the hem of your panties, fingers grazing the
top of your sex before rubbing softly against where you need him most but the
friction is too light, not enough to really give you what you need. You keen
and moan, head thrashing back and forth. Before long you’re begging, pleading
with him to finish what he started.
A low heated chuckle, laced with lustful intent hits your
ears. “You’re so pretty when you beg,” he admires, finally sinking two digits
into the sweltering heat between your thighs.
You sigh his name, hitching your leg over his hip to grant
him further access to your inner most being.
“I hope you weren’t hungry,” he warns, “because we’re going
to be missing dinner it seems.” As he drops to his knees, dragging your bottoms
with him, he shoots you a ravenous look. “Although I plan to get my fill of
dessert.”
Hanamaki
Giggling wildly under your breath, you pull tightly on
Hanamaki’s hand leading the tall male around the corner of the building where
your team is housed for your training camp. His face is inscrutable but
curiosity has begun to shine as you quickly make your way under the cover of
darkness towards where the buses are parked. Shooting a look over your
shoulder, you wink at him as you draw up a key. Without a word, you unlock one
of the doors, tugging him inside before gingerly shutting it so as not to draw attention.
“______-chan, what are you up to?” the wing spiker asks,
smile tugging at his lips.
You send him a coy look, pushing against his chest until he
plops down on one of the bench seats. He’s barely settled before you’re straddling
his thighs and sitting upon his lap.
“I’m giving you a reward,” you admit, “you did so well
today.” Your lips touch his cheek lightly in quick pecks until you reach his
ear where you whisper, “Do you know how hot and bothered I get watching you
play?”
Hanamaki can’t stop the groan he releases, grasping your ass
firmly. You love the feel of his large, strong hands on you anywhere and
everywhere but he seems to have a thing for your butt and so you make sure to
put yourself in positions where he can access it easily; pleasure for him means
pleasure for you.
“I love watching you spike the ball,” you confess, tongue
trailing the edge of his ear. You feel him shudder as you grind down on him,
his member already firm just from the tone of your voice.
“You look so sexy, covered in sweat, smelling like musk, it’s
like a drug.” Your voice is raspy, filled with longing.
Hanamaki can’t take it anymore, pressing you down roughly as he pushes up, his firmness making you gasp as pleasure shoots through you like
a lightning bolt. His lips latch onto your neck, fierce and powerful, hands
reaching under your shirt. In a few motions, he’s released your breasts,
pushing up the material of your bra as he palms the weighted flesh. Fingers tweek
your nipples making you keen and arch your back, head tossed allowing your hair
to flow freely behind you.
You work your hips in circles, increasing the speed to
create more friction. You’d intended to take your time, really tease him up but
Hanamaki has a way of making you lose your focus. He tugs you forward, lips
crashing to yours in a kiss that threatens to drown you. His tongue is hot and
wicked, dominating yours easily making you whimper and sigh.
He rips away from you, a guttural moan erupting from his
chest as he reaches his climax and you feel his length twitching against your
still clothed sex. Without warning, he thrusts his hand into your panties,
curling a finger up and into your body.
“Taka-kun!” you shout, voice bouncing off the roof of the
bus. His thumb finds your pleasure, circling over and over making your body
heat up rapidly.
His ministrations do their work, catapulting you into and
through a mind shattering orgasm that leaves your thighs wet and shaking. When
you’ve calmed down a bit, he pulls his hand away, cleaning the evidence of your
arousal from his hand with a dexterous tongue.
“That’s it,” he mumbles around his slick digits, “I’m
definitely making sure we win our next game. Even if I have to do it all by
myself.”
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Kenma Impressions
First impression: When
I first saw him I thought, ok, shy boy, awkward, but he’s obviously going to be somebody cause why would Hinata meet
him like this? Then we see him at the practice match and I was like “Oh no, he’s
gonna be one of those crafty, quiet types.” Which of course he is, figuring out
the quick and such.
Impression now: I
love how he’s coming out of his shell just a tiny bit. I’m looking forward to
more interactions between him and Hinata. After watching the Nekoma OVA, I
really love how dramatic he is lol. Like, it’s so long suffering to be dealing
with Lev (which I’m sure it is to be honest) and his sarcasm is just so funny.
Favorite moment: When
he tells Hinata that he looks forward to playing them in a real match. Just the
fact that he’s thinking it and hoping/knowing it will happen and that he wants it, he cares about it in a
different way than he ever has anything else to with volleyball.
Idea for a story: I’d
love to see a story showing how he and Kuroo even met in the first place. Like,
I see that they lived close to each other but how did they meet? Did their mom’s force them to play together? Did
Kuroo just randomly start talking to him? What prompted that friendship to even
start?
Unpopular opinion: This
will probably be the same answer for any character who’s in a major ship. I don’t
ship the boys together other than in broships.
Favorite relationship: Him
and Hinata. I love how Hinata draws him out in a way Kuroo isn’t able to
because Hinata is very unexpected and vioatile. There’s so much history between
Kuroo and Kenma that Kenma can kind of ignore his attempts, but with Hinata it’s
all natural, he has no ulterior motive or motivation to make Kenma do anything
so for him to be able to get him more interested in volleyball on a different
level is amazing. I love that they text each other!
Favorite headcanon: That
he is a grade A cuddler; like he has so much skill for wrapping himself around
or next to his girlfriend (whenever he gets one) and can do so comfortably even
while playing his hand held while she’s probably on hers lol.
Akaashi: You hadn’t
meant to fall asleep at Akaashi’s house, and on his bed no less, but the marathon
study session had done you in. To your surprise, he’s next to you, still asleep
and rolled as far against the wall as possible, ever the gentleman. Feeling
guilty for making him stay in that position all night, you roll quietly away,
trying to get up without waking him. A hand on your wrist startles you. “It’s
still early, you don’t have to go,” his sleepy voice says, eyes barely open. As
you settle back down he asks, “Would it be ok if I held you?” You nod and he
moves away from the wall, curling into your warmth.
Oikawa: After the loss
to Karasuno, Oikawa is much more clingy than usual, begging for his ____-chan
to hold him. Neither of you had count on falling asleep. As his usual early
alarm sounds you both bolt awake. Silencing the offending mechanism, Oikawa
groans, arm covering his eyes, and you’re concerned it’s because he found you
still in his bed. “Do you want me to leave, Tooru?” you ask softly. He whips
his head towards you. “Of course not!” Pulling you back down and properly
encasing you in the covers he murmurs in your hair, “This morning is only good because
you’re here.”
Kenma: Both being avid
gamers, it shouldn’t have surprised anyone that you and Kenma would fall asleep
while binge playing the newest RPG. You wake up, blushing profusely when Kenma’s
sleeping visage comes into view, a startled squeak escaping your lips making
him open his eyes. He blushes just as hard as you but when you move to leave,
offering apologies for making him uncomfortable, he shocks you by wrapping his
arm around your waist. “Quite the opposite,” he yawns, “I don’t think I’ve ever
slept that well.”
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