angsty scenario with oikawa and his fem s/o with the prompt “I could have spent all this time practicing instead of wasting it by being with you.” ending with fluff ? or like a happy ending

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I’m not sure if this turned out a happy ending or not, but I tried to make it as close to a hopeful sort of ending as I could. Sorry for the wait, and I hope you like it.

How was one
supposed to feel, after hearing something like that?

Nobody had
ever prepared you for this; not a single script in a thousand novels that
drifted through time or slices of everyday lives in a tiny apartment could pull
out the excruciating sense of deflation in places where it shouldn’t be deflating
at all. Your parents, no matter how unhappy, had never bothered to share with
you the details of ‘commitment’. ‘Romance’ isn’t a syllabus they provide at
school. Vicarious learning can only be poor imitation when poets write of wilted
roses, lost sunsets and the chill winter breeze.

There’s a
meter-long needle, thin as wire, its tip worthy of Achilles, that nudges
through the small puncture through your chest. Each breath nudges it out of place,
and re-lodges itself somewhere deeper.

Oikawa’s
face is stoic, the firm lines across his brows forced together in an expression
unfamiliar with pity and second chances.

It still
takes you too long to ask the right question; his fighting face directed point
blank at your eyes, and your chest begins to writhe, incapable of inuring itself
to a suffering unknown.

You ask a
stupid question. You know it’s stupid from how Oikawa’s mouth twists, a
nonverbal spit at your feet.

“How am I
supposed to feel when you say that?”

You regret it before you even ask it, but
you think you’d regret it more if you wrote it down instead and burned it
later.

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Whoa…just…whoa. So, so good!

can i please ask for oikawa trying to win back his ex? angst. i need me some angst.

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Holy crap this ask inspired me so much!! I don’t normally write a lot of Oikawa (I leave that to Admin Alyx) but he just spoke to me this time. Please enjoy!
~Admin Emma

Oikawa fussed with his sweater and jeans, smoothing them over his chest and adjusting them until they laid just right. He picked at imaginary lint and pills, played with his hair until he was satisfied, and shifted from one foot to the other. He was nervous. He didn’t want to screw up again. He knew in his heart that if his sweater was a little wrinkled or a hair was slightly out of place, it wouldn’t matter, but at the moment it was something he could control. He needed that control right now.

He was lucky you’d even agreed to meet him. Your break up was… messy was putting it lightly. He’d considered flowers, or sweets from that bakery you liked, or expensive gifts he couldn’t really afford in the off season… but he knew you. You’d see right through that. You always did see right through him. It’s what made you so understanding about his love of volleyball, about his fan club that he honestly couldn’t really control. It’s what made you trust him even if he was mildly flirtatious with other girls, even if you did get adorable and pouty afterwards (he always liked that), and it’s what made everything about you set him at ease. It’s what made you perfect for him.

But he fucked it up. His stupid anxiety and his stupid brain drove you away. You hated him now. But maybe… just maybe… he could fix it.

He finally stopped pacing and stepped into the bar where you’d agreed to meet. Honestly, he was so braced to not see you–to have been stood up–that it was a genuine shock to see you. You were dressed simply–the dark blue cardigan he loved, the jeans that hugged your curves… to anyone else, it was a cute, casual outfit, but to him… were you sending a message? And if so, what did it say?

He shook himself, plastering on that fake smile of his that he always wore. He knew you’d see right through it, but it made him feel more confident than he was. He tapped you on the shoulder, and thrilled a bit when your chilled expression softened when you saw him.

“____-chan,” he began.

You held up a hand to interrupt him; “Don’t call me that, Oikawa.”

He rubbed at a spot in the middle of his chest; after two years of teasing ‘Oikawa-kun’s and sultry ‘Tooru’s and loving and affectionate purrs of ‘darling’ and ‘my love,’ his surname stung.

“Apologies, ____.”

The bartender chose that moment to come over to take his drink order. He just ordered one of what you were having without looking at it. The bartender shrugged, pouring a glass of dark red wine that was sure to be very oaky and floral and earthy and dry and whatever other things red wine tended to be. Oikawa made a face–he wasn’t a fan of reds. But he was committed now. Besides, he wasn’t here to drink.

“Can we talk?” Oikawa asked with a pointed look at the bartender.

“We’re here, so talk,” you said in a clipped voice

“Please, ____. Please can we just…” He trailed off helplessly.

You sighed, taking your wine glass and standing from the stool; “Fine. Let me settle up and we’ll get a table.”

Oikawa stepped over you, sliding a fold of bills that was probably more than enough to cover the 1600 yen worth of wine plus a too-generous tip across the bar. He didn’t care. He just… he needed to talk to you. Now.

“Oikawa, that’s not necessary. I can pay for my own drinks.”

“I know,” he said. “And I know why you don’t want me to pay, ____, but don’t see it as a grand gesture or a piece of control or anything like that, alright? You agreed to meet me when you clearly didn’t want to. Let me at least buy you a drink.”

You shrugged, leading him to a secluded table. It wasn’t so secluded that exits were blocked off, but you were well out of earshot of the bartender and the other dozen or so patrons milling around. You waved off the waitress with a polite smile before folding your hands and fixing him with a withering stare.

“Alright, Oikawa. Talk. What do you have to say?”

He took a breath to make his case; he had a big, dramatic speech prepared about how sorry he was, how perfect you were together, how much he’d changed and seen the error of his ways and if you would just give him another chance… but it all felt so fake. He took a deep breath again, collecting himself. He couldn’t control the catch in his throat, or the way his expression crumpled into something ugly and miserable.

“I miss you,” he said, folding in on himself.

“Oikawa…” You shook your head, exasperated. “Tooru. You know why we broke up.”

“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled, more mad at himself than anything else. At least you’d called him by name… that was something, at least. “I know.”

“I told you there was nothing between Iwaizumi-san and I,” you continued. “I told you that you had no reason to be jealous. Iwaizumi-san told you that you had no reason to be jealous.”

“I know!” His hands balled into fists of frustration. “I know that.”

It had been stupid. Of course you and Iwa-chan spent time together. You’d been very quick to befriend his very best friend, which was another thing that had made you perfect. You’d both had an easy relationship with the each other. You’d cooked for Iwa-chan. You’d run errands with Iwa-chan. You’d had inside jokes with Iwa-chan.

And that was it, wasn’t it? It wasn’t that you got along with Iwa-chan–that was pretty much expected if you were to be in Oikawa’s life–but the fact that you got along so well. Oikawa would never admit it, but he’d felt inferior to Iwaizumi since middle school. Iwa-chan may have never had a fan club, or been overly popular with the ladies, but he’d never been dumped just for being himself around someone who was supposed to love him. He’d never felt the need to hide who he was. He’d had three steady relationships since Oikawa had known him, and if Oikawa knew Iwaizumi, he knew the only reason they hadn’t stuck was because Iwaizumi was too kind to keep a high school girl on the hook when he was going to college in Kyoto.

It was only a matter of time, right? It was only a matter of time before you’d realize that Iwaizumi was so much better than him for you–for anyone–and then he’d have to face the hell of losing you by degrees. He would lose you, because he wasn’t good enough for you. You were perfect, and he was this awful, ugly monster filled with rage and anxiety and hatred and–

“Tooru,” you said softly, running your fingertips along the back of his hand. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you still love me?”

You sighed deeply, which was never a good sign. He took a sip of his wine just for something to do with his hands… and pulled a face. Yeah, he definitely hated red wine.

Then you answered in a way he couldn’t have anticipated; “Of course I love you, you big idiot.”

“What?” He nearly dropped his glass, which would have been bad for a lot of reasons.

“Tooru, I will always love you,” you said emphatically. “I mean, sure, you’re kind of childish and petty and hyper competitive… you hide way too much of yourself behind this gaudy exterior that you’ve oh-so-carefully constructed and boy howdy do you have some serious demons that a professional should probably try and unpack–”

“Wow, what do you say about guys you hate?”

“But you’re also sweet. And passionate and caring and beautiful. You’re generous, and for people you love you are unfailingly kind. Who couldn’t love you?”

“Then… why can’t we make this work?” Oikawa asked. “Because I love you, too!”

“Tooru, you know why! I told you there was nothing between me and Iwaizumi-san, and you didn’t believe us. And you tried to control me, and when I wouldn’t put up with it you pushed me away. I couldn’t bare the hell of losing you by degrees, so I took mercy on myself and ended it,” you said quickly, like you were trying to get it out before he could interrupt. “I told you all of this when we broke up!”

“But–”

“No, Tooru,” you interjected, lowering your voice like you were aware that it had been steadily rising. “I love you, and I’ll always love you, but I am not your goddamn possession. I don’t want to deal with your grand gestures and your speeches. I’m not looking for shoujo manga, here. I thought we had something real.”

“I know,” he said, burying his face in his hair. “I know! You’re… you’re the first person I could ever see it being real with! You’re the first woman I could have seen being forever. And I broke it. I saw you and Iwa-chan and I wanted to possess you both so completely, I lost you both.”

“You’ll make up with Iwaizumi-san someday. Just give it time.”

“Look, I had a plan,” he continued like you hadn’t spoken. “I thought I could waltz in here and lavish you with praise and platitudes and apologies and you would take me back with open arms. I’m not trying to be self-deprecating or manipulative when I sincerely say I’m sorry for the way I acted. I was an idiot, and you deserved better!”

“Tooru–”

“No, please, let me finish,” he pleaded. “____, I love you. I love you so much, and every day without you is just this agonizing reminder that I need you. I wouldn’t blame you if you threw your wine in my face and told me to fuck off and get the hell out of your life forever, but… I miss you. And I want to try again, if you’ll let me. So please… please, ____. Please give me another chance.”

“How do I know it’ll be different?” you asked quietly. “That… that can’t happen again, Tooru.”

He took a deep breathe, averting his eyes; “I know. I was… I was terrible to you. I wish it was as easy as me just… blaming my anxiety and calling it a day. But that’s not fair to you. I’ll always be possessive of you, because you’re so important to me, but… but I understand I have to let you be your own person. I can’t prove that I’ll be magically better… but I can try. I can be better.”

It was the longest, most deafening silence he’d ever experienced. He hated it. He stiffened in his seat, waiting for you to slap him, or tell him to get lost. Instead, you sighed deeply, and he heard the scrape of your chair against the floor. You were leaving… of course you were leaving. Why wouldn’t you leave.

“Tooru,” you said softly, your hand brushing against his neck. You pressed your knuckle into the soft spot just below his ear, sending a delicate shiver down his spine.

He turned his widened eyes on you, and your sly smile sprung him into action. He followed you onto the street to hail a taxi, and while you waited, he pressed into your back. He took a deep breath, taking in your scent. He knew the look in your eyes when you’d passed him. He knew it meant you hadn’t forgiven him yet… but you were inviting him home. It wasn’t a large opening, but it was an opening nonetheless.

This was enough. It had to be enough.

So good Emma!

Merry Christmas🎄! Can I have a cutesy scenario between Iwa-chan, Ushiwaka, and Oikawa when they have babies and how they take care of them and whatnot? Lots of fluff and just make me bleed from how cute this is pls. Thanks!

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Okay sooooo I haven’t really ever officially written for Ushiwaka…. So PLEASE forgive me if I completely butcher his character!!! >~< And PLEASE give me any and all feedback you have regarding how I could possibly write him better! Thank you for your request! – Admin Satori ❤

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Kiyomi (Pure Beauty) – Daughter (baby)

Luck must have been on his side when you’d announced your pregnancy, when he’d felt the small baby bump you sported not but a couple months later. Luck because the pregnancy was a breeze, as if having your first baby was nothing but second nature to you! Of course, he’d been worried nonstop and stressed out any moment of the day where you were out of his sight, but as soon as he heard those cries of life from his daughter… It was almost as if everything in his life fell into place. Everything made sense, and all his stress up until that moment were put to rest.

Iwaizumi, he was sure of it, had been blessed. With your strength and love, with his family and friends support and understanding… And with his daughter, Kiyomi’s, beauty and ease. Kiyomi rarely cried needlessly, always ate whatever you or Iwaizumi would offer her on the ‘airplane’ of a spoon, and never woke up in the middle of the night after the first couple months of her life.

So when you brought home news of a big important work meeting you’d have to attend over the weekend for – Iwaizumi wasn’t worried. He was thrilled your hard work had been noticed, and had assured everything would be fine in your leave. You’d still been worried, knowing your husband had quite the temper and potty mouth – but you knew in your heart that nothing terrible would happen. Iwaizumi was an amazing father.

“Alright, Yomi, mommy’s gone for the weekend. What do you want to do?” Iwaizumi stared down at the most important light of his life, her wide green eyes staring up at him from her playpen in the living room. She smiled toothlessly up at him before tossing her toothing toy over the ledge of the pen. She fell back on her bottom and reached through the gate for the toy, her fingers just barely touching the toys edge. “Now why did you go and do that?” Iwaizumi picked up the toy before reaching in and pulling her into his arms.

Handing her the toy, he kept hold of it as she put the prickly, chewing piece in her mouth, gnawing on the plastic – the prickly points soothing her irritated gums. She let out a loud sigh and Iwaizumi smiled softly, pressing his lips to her forehead before walking over to the couch, taking a seat and placing her on his lap so she was facing him. His right hand held her on her back so she couldn’t fall backwards while his other hand held her little foot, a security hold in case she somehow got around his hand on her back.

Kiyomi smiled around the toy in her mouth, letting out a slobbery raspberry, a lob of saliva drooling down her chin onto her onesie. Before having a baby, Iwaizumi would have thought drool was gross – and he kind of still did, but his daughter somehow made it adorable? He reached forward, taking the edge of her bib she still had on from breakfast, and wiped at the spit and droll dribbling down from the corner of her mouth to her chin. “I don’t know where you get this messiness from…” Iwaizumi couldn’t help the small huff that escaped him, “I don’t even know how something so small can produce so much spit and slobber…” Kiyomi let out a high pitch squeal and Iwaizumi quietly laughed, “Yeah, I know! You’re just a small package of surprises, aren’t ya?”

Three years ago, if he’d been asked what gender he’d want for a baby, he would have said a boy. Someone to carry on his legacy. The traditional male response. At the mention of a daughter, he would have claimed to be upset and disappointed in his performance as a lover and future father…

But that’d changed. As soon as you’d happily told him the news of the pregnancy… He’d just wanted the baby to be healthy. He didn’t care if it was a boy or girl, just so long as they were happy and healthy. And when the doctor happily announced the birth of his daughter, his Kiyomi, Iwaizumi had felt pride swell in his heart. He’d been lucky beyond his wildest dreams and marrying the gorgeous and brilliant you… and now you’d blessed him with a smart, beautiful, amazing daughter…

“You know, Yomi… Daddy is so lucky… So incredibly lucky. I’ve never really… bothered to think into the future… Daddy likes to live in the moment and appreciate for what he has…” Iwaizumi moved his right leg to cross over his left, letting Kiyomi lean back on his calf as support so he could free his hand to playfully stretch her curly hair, watching it bounce back without a hitch. “But that’s all changed now, little one….” His smile was soft, gentle, not wanting to surprise his baby girl with any high frequency emotions, “I have to adapt to being a dad… You’re my baby girl… Daddy’s going to protect you from any snot nosed boy, and from any heartbreak that can be avoided…. But to do that… I have to look forward and plan well ahead…” He let his fingers stroke her little cheek, his smile brightening when her little hand wrapped around them.

Kiyomi stared at his fingers in her hold before letting her gaze trail up to his own eyes, giggling before sticking her tongue out and letting out a loud raspberry. She let out a squeal of giggles at the sound of her own noise, and made another raspberry, the force of this one making her cheeks a little red.

Iwaizumi laughed quietly and stuck out his tongue at her, blowing his own raspberry. Her wide green eyes showed her surprise as she stopped mid raspberry, her little pink tongue peeking between her rosy lips. “Ah, didn’t know daddy could make that noise, huh?” He smiled as he pulled her into his arms, her head resting on his bicep. Kiyomi stared up at her father with a wide smile, “Oh boy…” His left hand cupped her cheek in his palm, marveling at how much smaller and softer she was compared to him, “You’re going to give daddy so many gray hairs.” Kiyomi giggled happily, turning her head and blowing against the palm of his hand, making another raspberry noise. Iwaizumi sighed quietly, happily, contently, “Yeah… Yeah, you are.” And he’d never felt more excited to get a front seat experience of her life.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Isamu (Courageous/Warrior) – Son (twin baby 1)

Isao (Honor/Merit) – Son (Twin baby 2)

“Toshi…. Are you sure you can handle both of them while I’m gone?” You asked for the umpteenth time as you pulled on your winter coat, zipping it up to the collar. “I can always ask for my backup to go in for me-“ But further protest from you was cut off as he pressed his lips against yours. You smiled against his lips, stopping yourself from getting too lost in the kiss when you heard the quiet babbling of the two beings that occupied your husbands arms. Pulling away, your smile widened as you saw two pairs of olive eyes stare up at you, “Awwww, my little Isa’s!” They smiled up at you, reacting to the short nickname you’d donned them a few months after their births. “Mommy’s going to miss my very important boys so very much.” Ushijima raised them higher, his stoic look ever present, but you could tell he was curious on if you’d miss him as much as his offspring. “Of course, I’m gonna miss my very special man just as much.” You reached upward and forward, pressing your forehead to his chin and feeling your heart swell when you felt the small arms of your twin boys wrap around your head and their cheeks pressing against the top of your head.

Ushijima turned down his head just the slightest and pressed his lips to your forehead, taking a few moments to just enjoy your warmth. Faster than either of you would have liked, he tilted his head back a bit, pressing his chin against your forehead so you would look at him properly. He stepped back and set down his sons, watching the two of them toddle away as best they could before his eyes were back on you. His hands reached up and pulled your hood over your head, “It’s going to be really cold… Don’t get sick.” You smiled gently up at him, and he nodded to you, “We’ll be fine.”

You smile faltered just the slightest, worry filling your heart, “Okay… I’ll be back as soon as I can, I promise.” You quickly leaned up on your toes, pressing one more kiss to his lips before turning and opening the door, letting out a whine at the cold wind that rushed in.

After he was sure you’d gotten into the car, warmed it up, and got onto the road safely, Ushijima closed the door and locked it properly. He turned on his heel, about to go and make some warm tea to fight against the harsh chill in his bones from the freezing temperature outside, but stopped when he noticed his two sons staring up at him expectantly. Isamu and Isao. His offspring. His legacy. His twin sons. If he was being completely honest with himself, most days it was a trying challenge to remember which child was which.

Isamu smiled up at his father, “Coco!” Isao stared at his brother with wide eyes, realizing the possibilities now with their mother out of the house. Then Isao was looking up at his father with a pout, “Coco!” They called together, thinking maybe if they said it enough, their father would listen and give in to their requests.

Pursing his lips, Ushijima shook his head, “No, no coco. It’s time for bed.” His voice was stern, but his olive eyes were soft. He made his way to the kitchen, deciding to ignore the way his sons let out forlorn sighs as they fell in his shadow. While he’d said it was time for bed, he wasn’t going to enforce it until he’d warmed himself up with some tea, letting his sons enjoy being awake for just a little while longer.

Feeling a tug to his pant legs, Ushijima looked down to see Isamu, Isao?, staring up at him with an extreme frown – the expression most assuredly came from you, Ushijima was sure of it. “Coco?” Ushijima knew it had been a bad idea to have Tendou watch his sons, his former teammate had gotten his twin sons hooked on sweets within a few hours, and now they always asked for it. “Coco?” The small voice called for his fathers attention once more, and Ushijima shook his head. Isamu’s little shoulders slackened before he dragged his feet towards where Isao had been waiting on baited breath around the corner.

Ushijima could hear his sons whispered babbling, but he was relieved when neither of them came back to ask for the hot chocolate beverage once more.

Isamu held Isao’s hand as they walked into their bedroom, wrapping the both of them as best he could in their favorite blanket. They sat on their bed, talking about god knows what in their twin speak. Isao was getting sleepy, and Isamu had to keep slightly shaking his brother to keep him awake, to keep him company in the dim light of their room. Then they heard footsteps in the hall, and the both of them slammed down onto their bed, curling into each other and closing their eyes, pretending to be asleep. Their father wasn’t a terribly strict man, but he did have his rules. And bed time meant bed time.

A dip in the bed alerted the twins to their father’s very present aura in their room, and the adrenaline from hiding their wakefulness from their father made their little hearts beat twice as fast in their chests. “Isamu… Isao…” Their father’s deep voice called for them, and slowly they opened their eyes, which only widened when they noticed the tray of mugs their father had carried into their bedroom. “Coco…”

Isao practically shivered in excitement before crawling to his father, taking his mug carefully in his small hands and sipping at the cooled coco. Isamu crawled after his brother, kneeling next to the tray of mugs and staring up at his father with wide eyes as he was handed a mug of his own coco.

“After this, it’s time to sleep. Sleep is good for growing boys. And you boys have a lot of growing to do.” A small smile lit their fathers’ face, and both boys set down their cups on the side table of their shared bed before they launched themselves into their father, wrapping their arms around his neck and nuzzling his jaw and chin. Ushijima held them both in one arm, his other carefully setting his own mug off to the side table so as not to spill it before he was laying down with his sons on either side of him. They curled into his embrace, somehow completely forgetting about their treasured drinks, and fell asleep when Ushijima’s large hands slowly stroked their hair. “Just like your mother…” He couldn’t help but notice with a small smile, already looking forward to your return home, so you could join in the family slumber.

Oikawa Tooru:

Yukio (Snow Boy) – Son (baby)

The name Oikawa had been known all around the world for being the champion setter of Japan’s Olympic team – even with his bum knee. It’d been legend at his middle and high schools. Hell, it’d even been a huge name of his while he was still a child in pre-school… But it seemed his son, Yukio, was making a new record as Oikawa being the name of a boy most likely to throw a tantrum.

“Yukio-chan! Mommy’s going to be right back! What’s the matter?” Oikawa was almost at his wits end with his son’s constant crying. As soon as his son had woken up to find his father instead of his mother, it was almost liked Yukio’s entire life had been ruined! “Ugh, you’re so dramatic, Yukio-chan! She’s going to be right back, she just went to get you some formula!” Oikawa had tried everything to calm his son. Rocked him. Offered him food…. Begged him. Everything, and yet the boy would not stop crying.

Oikawa would have never guess that being a parent was so hard! Sure, he knew there were some hardships in the title. And he knew his mother had gone through her fair share as he’d been quite the difficult child.

But never in his wildest dreams would he have envisioned his own son being a complete cry baby!

“Mama! Mama! Mama!” Yukio’s cries were loud, grating on his fathers ears, picking at his fathers patience. “Mama!”

Feeling his nose scrunch, he got on the boys level, sitting in front of his son on the floor. The boy had thrown himself on the floor in his tantrum when Oikawa had tried getting him to follow him to the living room to entertain him until your return. Yukio’s cries faltered, surprised his father had sat down in front of him so suddenly. “Dada!” Oikawa challenged, squinting his eyes at his son.

Eyebrows furrowing, Yukio frowned and crossed his arms, “Mama!”

“Dada!”

“Mama!”

“Mama!”

“Dada!”

Oikawa threw his fist in the air and cheered, “Ha! Little Yukio-chan said dada! See? I knew you weren’t a complete loss of a mama’s boy!” He smiled proudly down at his son, but the pride immediately left him as soon as he saw the way Yukio sniffled and wiped at his own tears. What kind of father laughs at his own child? When they were crying? Oikawa felt shame creep into his heart, and he reached out, pulling his son by the hands so the small boy would stand and walk towards him. “Ah, Yukio…. Daddy’s sorry… Daddy’s really sorry…” He wrapped Yukio in his arms, pulling him to rest his little head against his chest, “She’ll be home soon, I promise, Yukio… I know I’m not your favorite, and I’m sure it’s probably deserved since I’m just… really bad at being a dad…” Oikawa’s laugh held no humor, and Yukio stared up at the underside of his father’s jaw. “Don’t cry, Yukio… Mommy will be home soon.”

Yukio frowned to himself, hearing his father’s forlorn sigh, feeling the hesitation in his fathers fingers as they stroked through his hair. And while Yukio didn’t understand what his father was saying, he knew it was something that was making him sad. Yukio stood on his father’s lap, his little feet pressing into his father’s thighs, and surprised Oikawa by wrapping his little arms around his father’s neck.

Warmth filled Oikawa’s heart at the small embrace his son was offering him, was giving him. He held his son close to his chest, pressing the side of his head against Yukio’s, “You know, Yukio-chan… I was really scared… when mommy said she was having you… I was terrified… Especially when I held you for the first time…” Oikawa’s fingers tightened in the back of Yukio’s shirt, “You were so small… So tiny… But already you and mama were my world. My entire world held in two small people.”

Oikawa closed his eyes and swept his son’s legs from under him, holding Yukio’s weight on his left forearm while his right hand softly patted his son’s back. Yukio leaned his cheek on his elbow as he relaxed in his father’s arms, his left hand holding onto the collar of his father’s shirt while his right hand gently played with his father’s soft hair. But his eyelids were getting heavy, and his breathing was evening out from the after-cry hiccups for air.

“And I’m still scared, Yukio… Because you’re growing up… You’re not the little baby I held that day anymore… Now you’re learning about your surroundings, and you’re learning to talk…. And I’m here… Still learning to be a good dad…” Oikawa’s voice was soft, his son’s drowsiness not going unnoticed for even a second. “And I hope, as you grow up, that you’ll forgive me… For anything that I do out of ignorance… Because your learning… and I’m learning…”

And just like that, Yukio had fallen back asleep, the angle of his cheek pressed against his elbow making his little lips part and his soft breathing sound in his father’s ear.

Smiling to himself, Oikawa slowly got to his feet, “Ah… Good parenting tip, Tooru… Complain to your son about having to raise him… Good job…” It wasn’t something he readily admitted to you, he didn’t want to upset you about his thoughts on his parenting techniques – and he didn’t ever want you to think he regretted starting a family with you. Because he loved his son. He loved Yukio with his whole heart. “Maybe that’s the secret to getting him to fall asleep again… Bore him… Make him feel bad and bore him.” Oikawa let out a quite huff of amusement as he walked towards his and your bedroom, laying down with Yukio on his chest.

He hadn’t been lying. The day you’d announced your pregnancy, Oikawa had been terrified. Scared out of his mind. He’d gone to Iwaizumi for advice, only to find out that his best friend was having a baby of his own and was completely thrilled about it. Humbled by it. And yet… Oikawa didn’t have that luxury. He’d always been riddled with his self doubt, always had to put on a confident show for what he lacked. And he lacked that paternal instinct. He knew. He’d been a terrible senpai in school, and while he was an okay uncle, he known there was no way he’d be as adept as his sister in raising a child.

Yet… Here he was. Staring down at his son’s peaceful sleeping face on his chest, hearing his soft snores, feeling his little heart beating against his chest – it felt… Surreal. Unreal. His son. His Yukio.

“I’m learning, Yukio… I promise.”

I die!!! These are sooo cute! Oikawa’s was more sad than I expected but it felt very fitting for him. And I thought you wrote Ushijima just fine! Iwaizumi was darling, him with a daughter is somehow just perfect!

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Christmas with…The Pretty Setter Squad

A/N: Praise our beautiful Aphrodite children amirite

Sugawara

He is the BEST at hosting Christmas parties and being a part of them. He’s so kind and charismatic, it really sets the mood for a nice evening. (Also if he ever meets your parents this will make them instantly love him.)

Spicy food on a cold day is A+ in his book. He will, no matter what, eat the spiciest thing he can make or order (much to your amazement). If you like spicy food too he will challenge you.

Oikawa

Not only is he the Grand King Setter, but he’s the Grand King of ugly Christmas sweaters. Catch him with the cringiest threads he can find every day. (Also pls match with him at least once.)

His desired Christmas gift (if you can even call it a gift) is you two singing Christmas carols in front of Iwaizumi’s window at midnight. Hopefully you won’t die.

Kenma

Sorry, but once it starts getting cold outside, Kenma is strictly a homebody. He’s so sensitive to the cold it’s almost comical at times. (Open his window when he’s asleep and it’s snowing lmao he will literally jump out of the bed like a cat.)

Getting some hot chocolate and having a video game or movie marathon is his favorite thing to do. And being snowed in somehow makes it even more fun. He’ll cuddle up under a fluffy blanket with you too.

Kageyama

He hates the cold and always overdresses you for it? Like he keeps offering you his earmuffs and mittens, but you already have like 3 pairs on chill Kags.

He’ll wrap an arm around you in public more than once , but only because he insists he “needs warmth” not because he wants to or anything. The content look and blush on his face proves otherwise.

Akaashi

He doesn’t really get the hype for Christmas, but he thinks when you get excited about it it’s super cute. It makes him want to participate in the festivities.

He can, and will give you the best present ever. It’s always something he knows you need. It’s amazing how spot on his giving skills are.

So cute!!

Holllyy shiittt can I get R, H, and D for Oikawa that would be awesome!

Hey sweetie! I set a limit of two letters, so I picked two from the three. I hope you enjoy!

So I had a request for some dom!Oikawa thanks to a contribution piece I did for @haiykuties. That theme seems to work well for these two so I’ll go with that. Hope you enjoy!

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

“_______-chan,” Oikawa’s voice coos low in her ear, “what do you think you’re doing?” His hand trails lower, ghosting over the swell of her ass and she jumps back, missing the fact she’s already pressed against a wall.

“What do you mean, Tooru?” Her wide eyes look up at him, body trembling.

She looks so cute, blush crawling up her deep v neck towards her cheeks but the vision makes Tooru’s smile melt away, eyes burning with want. His hand returns to its previous position, fingers digging to her flesh.

“Since when do you flirt with Ushiwaka?” he asks, tone hard.

She shakes her head. “I wasn’t flirting! He asked me a question.”

His mouth cover hers, teeth nipping her bottom lip. “So you’re telling me he wasn’t staring down the front of your dress? Why did you wear something so provocative anyway? You know all the people here were going to tower over you.”

Her blush intensifies, body squirming when he trails his fingers over her exposed skin. “I…I thought you’d like it-”

“I do like it,” he affirms, hand pushing past the barrier to grab her braless breast. She arches into the touch despite her mortification he’s touching her so brazenly in a hallway that anyone could walk down at any moment. “But I’d like it better if you wore it only for me,” he admits, lips caressing her neck.

“Tooru.” Her voice cracks when his other hand snakes to the slit in her skirt, drawing her leg up and hitching it upon his hip. He pushes the material further up, exposing more and more of her smooth skin.

“You teased me and everyone else in that room enough for one lifetime,” he growls, pressing his clothed erection hard against her panties. “Now you’re going to face the consequences, ______-chan.”

“Tooru, no, not here! I thought-” her words cut off in a keened cry when he pushes away one side of her dress, exposing her nipple to the coolness of the room and seals his mouth over it sucking firmly. Gathering the last threads of her consciousness she pushes hard against his shoulder. “You’re the one exposing me! What if someone sees?”

Hiking up her other leg, Oikawa turns the knob of the door nearest them, pleased to see it’s a closet and not another room. He rushes in, slamming the door and locking it for good measure.

Setting her down, he all but rips the dress from her body. “I’m gonna mark you up so much you’ll have no choice but to stay covered up.” He bites the top of her chest firmly making her cry out. “Then again,” he adds, tongue soothing the wound, “the whole point of this is to make it clear who you belong to.”

Can I request a part two for the scenerio about the boys against their sisters dating?

sfw-haikyuu-nsfw:

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS. And I’m also going to apologize because I can’t find the original post for the life of me and I don’t even know why. I’ve scoured my archives like crazy and am about ready to pull my hair out!

Anyway, I DO remember how everything played out, so I’ll write the sequel and immediately link the OP as soon as I find it. To clarify, It was three parts – the first being Oikawa dating Iwaizumi’s sister, the second Ushijima dating Oikawa’s, and the third Kuroo dating Akaashi’s – that didn’t exactly have a happy ending, but more one of the prospect of the brother’s trying to be okay with the dating situations. And I’ll be jumping in from there!

I hope you enjoy, Anon!

Iwaizumi stared at the couple from across the courtyard, his sister leaving no space between herself and Oikawa as the boy leaned to whisper something that brought a bright smile to her face. Iwaizumi felt his brows furrow as he stared harder, attempting to read the words coming from his friend’s lips despite not being able to hear them.

It had been nearly two months since he had discovered the relationship status of his younger sister and his best friend. And while it was undoubtably hard to adjust to the knowledge, he felt as though he was handling everything relatively well. His temper was something he constantly felt as though he were keeping in check, but it was all for her sake. He could care less what Oikawa thought.

“If you glare long enough Oikawa might drop dead,” Hanamaki voice broke through Iwaizumi’s thoughts, bringing the very glare upon himself. But the boy grinned back, elbow nudging into Matsukawa’s side. “He’s on a killer rampage!”

“Shut up,” Iwaizumi growled, gaze dropping to his bento but not finding anything appetizing to eat there.

“Hey,” it was Matsukawa this time, bringing Iwaizmi’s eyes back up, “try not being so mad all the time. She’s happy, he’s happy. You’re anger about it is throwing off the team. Maybe try actually being a supportive friend and brother instead of pretending to me.”

“Or continue trying to kill Oikawa with your gaze. I think you almost had his this time.”

Oikawa gave a small groan, his gaze shifting back to his sister with the brut that was Ushijima. The emotions that usually surfaced when he saw the Shiratorizawa captain were only amplified when he saw him with his sister, but he had practiced the art of holding his tongue for her sake. Only for her sake, never for his,

“Fine,” he uttered to Iwaizumi, “I’ll try being ‘friendly’”

Standing to his feet, Oikawa plastered a smile to his features before walking the short distance that resided between him and them. Giving them a bright greeting, he moved to press himself directly in-between the couple. Ignoring the annoyed gaze that his sister immediately placed upon him, his gaze shot over to Ushijima, the large man now with his hands folded in his lap instead of intertwined with his sisters.

“Perhaps we should do something?” Oikawa offered, making himself more comfortable in the tight space between them, attempting to create more space. “There’s that new space odyssey movie that’s come out. What do you say, Ushiwaka?”

“I–” Ushijima paused for a moment, his gaze shifting to her across from him and Oikawa could see her shaking her head from the corner of his eyes, “–it’s [First Name]’s decision.”

“Tooru–” when his gaze shifted over to his sister, he hoped that he looked sincere, because he wanted to be. If this was the man that she was choosing, than he wanted to be supportive of her, even if it wasn’t a decision he would have trouble accepting “–how about ice cream?”

Kuroo had offered to pay for the treats, something him and Akaashi bickered about for perhaps too long before she had stepped in. The moments between were quiet as they found a small round table to rest at and Akaashi immediately realized the full impact of his initial outburst over this situation. He watched the conscious distance placed between them and how they shared small glances before staring down at the table before them.

He had made them feel as though everything that they were doing was bad – taboo even – he had created an awkward wedge within their relationship and if they failed, he know it would have been because of him at this rate. That was the last thing he wanted, even if he didn’t one hundred percent support this, he couldn’t live with the knowledge that they would each blame them for the end of something that could’ve been beautiful.

Clearing his throat, Akaashi met with each of their gazes before speaking. “I’m sorry for my behavior,” he heard the way his voice wobbled slightly and he tried to correct it, but he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure how this apology was supposed to even go. “I shouldn’t have reacted to terribly nor continued to hold a grudge.”

“Keiji…”

“I don’t want you to feel as though you should pretend to be something you’re not because of me,” he gave a kind smile to his sister, “I want you to be happy.”

Kuroo smiled in return when Akaashi’s gaze met with his. Hand reaching for hers, he leaned to press a kiss to her cheek and Akaashi was only slightly surprised by his lack of tension in his shoulders at the action. “Thanks, Akaashi,” Kuroo spoke then, “and would it be a bad time to tell you we’re having a shotgun wedding?”

Akaashi’s smile dropped. “Excuse you?”

“I’m kidding!”

Kuroo!! Smart ass just has to ruin it doesn’t he 😂. Great job as always!!

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Christmas with…The Captain Squad

A/N: Of course this isn’t all the captains but these are my faves. They’d all be hella fun to celebrate with.

Kuroo

Is a good boy and will help you get out the tree and set it up. He’s a shit decorator tho…~~no Kuroo we can’t put a picture of Nicholas Cage as the star…~~

He LIVES for movie marathons!! He’s a fan of all movies from cartoons to cheesy holiday movies (which you two can make fun of but also cry at the good points)

Bokuto

May or may not believe in Santa. You can’t tell if he really does or not. Turns out he doesn’t but he’s just pretending so you’ll get him an extra present from Santa. SMH.

Christmas cookies are his specialty! He learned a really nice recipe from his mom and is more than happy to share it with you (and your stomach)

Oikawa

He’s surprisingly great at decorating. He’s also a prompt decorator too, as soon as Dec 1st hits he starts decorating. He’s one of those annoying people that leaves his decorations up during February tho.

He hangs up mistletoe everywhere just so he has an excuse to kiss you. Not that you don’t enjoy it though.

Daichi

KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT TO GET YOU. Like, it’s so uncanny how spot on he is. Turns out he just keeps track of the things you like or mention wanting or needing. But also, he just gifts socks…no one needs that many socks, Dai.

He has All I Want for Christmas is You on full blast 24/7. He hides this from everyone, but you’ve unfortunately come across this fact since dating him. Sometimes he dances to it and that’s arguably worse

Ushijima

He loves the snow!! Nothing beats making a nice hot cup of coffee and watching the snow fall with you by the fireplace.

He’s SO useful during holiday shopping. He has no complaints against standing in lines and holding the bags. Also he points out some really great sales!

Adorable!!!

Kags, Oikawa,Kuroo, & Lev w/ studious s/o

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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.

A scenario of Oikawa, Akaashi and Kuroo making breakfast for their future partner with their child(ren)? Either for their birthday, they were sick or just because. Also, can you add some comedy, such as burnt food or mistaking salt for sugar? Thank you :]

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

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

More cuteness!!!!

Ahh could I request a couple of NSFW scenarios for Oikawa, Iwa and Kuroo where their fem s/o surprises them wearing only their jersey, panties and thigh highs~ (wow I feel really sinful asking for that, oh well no shame)

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

No shame at all, I
agree! Honestly, I wish I was small enough to even think about doing this with
any of the characters T~T Oh well… Thank you for requesting this sinful
perfection! -Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Kuroo Bokuto/Akaashi/Daichi

Oikawa Tooru:

Your arms slid around your boyfriend’s shoulders from behind
as he sat at his desk, his laptop open and playing video feed for the latest
games of their next opponent. Oikawa was in the zone, you knew, but you didn’t
pay that any mind, knowing he’d been whining at you earlier in the day about
how you didn’t pay enough attention to him. Well, now you were available to do
so, and you weren’t going to let a video stand in your way.

Slowly, your hands slid down his shirt, and you turned your
head so you were pressing open mouthed and sloppy kisses all along his neck and
jaw, licking the shell of his ear as you slowly lifted his shirt a bit so you
could press your fingers in his smooth skin, feeling the muscles ripple under
your touch. “Tooru~…. I have a surprise for you~…” You purred into his ear,
smiling when you noticed his hand twitch towards the mouse pad, but a
particular set of the game had his attention back on what was happening on the
screen and not what was happening with your hands on his body.

Oikawa didn’t move further, his eyes wide and watching the
screen, flickering between players. He didn’t even notice what was happening
until he felt out of breath. Finally allowing himself to pause the video, he
looked down and noticed your right hand in his sweatpants while your left hand
lightly scratched against his stomach. He grunted and leaned his head back at
the feel of your hand stroking his length, but pushed your hands away in confusion
at the sight of a familiar shade of light green of the fabric you were wearing.
“______-chan….” He turned around in his chair to look at you properly. But his
mouth shut closed as soon as he set his eyes on you.

“Yes, Tooru?” You asked with a small smirk, crossing your
arms under your bust, the folding of the fabric pulling up his jersey enough to
show your favorite lacy panties, the thigh highs decorating your skin with a
lacy trim. Shivers shot down your spine at the sight of him licking his lips
excitedly. “What’s the matter, Tooru? Jealous someone is wearing your jersey
better than you can?” You teased, but squeaked in surprise when he suddenly shot
up and forced you to walk backwards until your legs hit the bed and you fell on
top of the blankets.

“Oh, on the contrary, _____-chan…. I was thinking of ways I
could get you to wear that outfit more often…” Oikawa hummed thoughtfully as he
stood above you. You were about to sit up and continue where you’d been force
to quit earlier, but laid flat on your back at Oikawa dropped to his knees
right before your slightly spread legs, his lips pressing against your inner
thigh and making you shiver excitedly.

But that didn’t stop your smart mouth. “Oh? So eager to get
on your knees for me, Tooru~?” You giggled, but gasped when you felt his teeth
press into the soft skin just below the apex of your legs, your hands flew to
the jersey, pulling it up enough to be able to see what he was doing.

Light brown hues met yours almost immediately, his teeth
digging into your soft skin again before his warm tongue swiped over the wound
to sooth the pain at least a little. You bit your bottom lip and whimpered as
he moved to press his lips against your covered core, his lips taking your
swollen clit into his mouth and letting his saliva soak your panties completely
as he sucked at your clit. The whiney moans and breathless gasps that left your
lips spurred him on, and he quickly moved upward, pushing his jersey with his
travels so it rested in a bunch above your breasts. You stared at him intently
as he pressed open mouthed, sloppy, wet kisses against your skin around your
nipple of one breast before taking the nub into his mouth. You arched your
chest against his face, closing your eyes and feeling yourself get worked up
over his ministrations.

Oikawa smirked, his eyes watching how your face contorted in
pleasure as he continued to nip and suck at your breast, his right hand
reaching down and slipping into your panties, pressing his fingertips against
your slick folds. “Ah, _____-chan~. Always so wet for your captain.” He hummed
appreciatively as he let one of his fingers slowly push into your tight hole, “Oh~
And you’re sucking my finger in. You’re so greedy, _____-chan~!” He purred into
your breast before standing up and away from your body, his hands reaching down
and pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles before his fingers
tugged your panties down your thighs and off from around your ankles. “So lewd,
____-chan, laying bare like this.” He crooned down at you before crawling back
over you and grabbing the back of your knee to rest against his waist so he
could press his hardened cock against your wet folds.

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan, “Please,
Tooru. Please fuck me into this mattress.” His cock twitched against your folds
at your words, but he didn’t move any closer. Reaching up, you pulled his head
down and smashed his soft lips against yours, “If you don’t fuck me… I’m going
to fuck you…” You threatened into his mouth as your tongues swirled around each
other.

“_____-chan~! You’re so impatient!” Oikawa whined into your
mouth before grinding his hips against yours, his left hand holding his weight above
you while his right hand went down to his cock, stroking it a few times before
aligning with your hole and pushing himself in slowly. You arched your back and
pressed against his body further at the feeling of his length filling you, “Oh…
But the sight of you taking my cock so well is so worth the wait…” He hummed
appreciatively after he pulled away. Slowly, he pushed his hips against yours,
sliding in and out of you easily, his shaft rubbing against your clit at a
constant pace and slowly working the both of you to oblivion. But Oikawa pulled
his body away so he was standing, you still laying on the bed and reaching for
purchase in the blankets as he dragged your body closer to the edge of the bed
so he had more room to work his magic inside you.

“Ah~, please, Tooru~.” You begged, closing your eyes and
tossing your head back as you felt his calloused fingertips stroke at your
clit. “Please, please.” You whimpered, his name tumbling from your lips in a
broken mantra as he snapped his hips against yours.

Oikawa licked his lips as he stared down at you. Your cheeks
flushed with your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed; his jersey bunched up
above your breast to reveal your pert nipples to the crisp air of the bedroom;
his hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight hole while his fingertips
rubbed at your clit and worked you closer to your bliss; his other hand
gripping your thigh hard enough to leave bruises to form under the thigh highs.
“_____-chan, you look so good. So good just for me. Taking my cock like a good
girl. Ah, you feel so good around me, ______-chan.” He whimpered into the dimly
lit room. The idea that you’d surprised him with such a beautiful view had him
teetering on the edge, and he quickened his pace, wanting you to find your end
just as he was.

He practically dove down to lock your lips together with his
as you trembled around his cock, “Ah, ah~ T-Tooru~!” You moaned into his hot
cavern, “P-please Tooru.” Your hips were moving against his and with a sharp
snap of his, you were falling over the edge with a scream. He’s glad he had
pulled away from your mouth just before snapping his hips, feeling orgasm wash
over just as you let your scream sound. He let himself cum inside you, knowing
the two of you would need a shower before bed anyway and he’d be able to clean
you up then.

“Don’t think this is over, _______.” Oikawa panted above
you, his face flushing a bit more as you looked up to meet his eyes, “You
started it, and you’re going to end it.” He smirked, reminding you how you’d so
rudely interrupted his viewing of the volleyball match. You shivered under him,
the motion causing his semi-hard cock to rub against your clit and make you let
out a breathy moan at the feeling. Overstimulation was a game you two enjoyed
thoroughly.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Okay, you admit, it wasn’t just because it was laundry day
that you were dressed in your boyfriend’s volleyball jersey and thigh highs
with just panties underneath. Though, you’d refuse anything else if asked.
Which you knew he wouldn’t ask. You knew Iwaizumi very well enough to know as
soon as he saw you wearing his jersey that he’d be all over you.

And you weren’t wrong.

“Hey, ______, do you know where my…..” Iwaizumi stopped as
he walked into the laundry room to see you bending over to get some clothes out
of the drier; Your ass high in the air, his jersey lying on the small of your back
and hanging around your stomach while your lace panties pulled up a bit on your
ass so some of it was hanging out the trimming, your thighs looking so bitable
with the decoration of your thigh highs. He cleared his throat suddenly, and
you smirked to yourself as you continued to reach for a nonexistent piece of
clothing in the back of the drier.

“Hmmm? Know where your what is, Hajime?” You asked as you
slowly pulled out of the drier, holding a towel you’d had in your hands for the
past 5 minutes just to give him ample time to stare at your ass. Turning
around, you tossed the towel into the basket of clean clothes before walking to
the washer to start another load, feeling his eyes following you the entire
time. “Is that the TV remote in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
You couldn’t help but tease as you caught sight of his hardening bulge.

Iwaizumi wasted no time as he walked up behind you, wrapping
his arms around your waist, “You think you’re so slick….” His voice rumbled
against your back and into your chest, making you shiver in his arms as one of
his hands slowly went under his jersey to stroke at your smooth skin, “What’s
all this then? Teasing me like that? Are you going to take responsibility?” He
growled as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

You bit your bottom lip and smiled, nodding as you pressed
your ass against his bulge in return, “Yes, sir, Hajime.” You whispered,
wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand reached out and braced
against the side of the washer.

His rough hand under his jersey palmed your breast,
squeezing at it whenever you would push back against him. He hissed and shook
his head, his other hand moving from your waist and reaching out in front of
you, turning on the washer, “I don’t want to interrupt your chores, of course.”
Iwaizumi smirked before attaching his lips against your neck, his hand going back
to your waist. But it didn’t stay there for long, his hips pressing you so your
hips were pushed flat against the now vibrating washer as it cleaned your
clothes. The vibrating against your clothed clit made you lean your head
forward and rest against the cool metal machine, “That’s it, baby girl, spread
wide for me.” He growled behind you.

“Hajime… Please…” You whispered, pulling the jersey up a bit
more so you had less between you and the vibrating machine. His fingers pulled
your panties to the side, pulling his hand from your breast to hold the fabric
away from your wet folds as he let two of his thick fingers slowly press into
you. You moaned loudly, the sound being drowned out by the loud machine under
you.

“I’ve barely touched you, _____, and you’re already soaked….”
His rough voice sounded against your spine, making you shiver and whimper with
a nod. “Such a good girl, always ready for me. Ah, ah, ah, don’t pull away from
the washing machine…” He pushed your ass so you were pressing against the
vibration once again, his fingers curling inside you at the same time. He bit
his bottom lip before quickly dropping his pants and underwear, “I can’t help
myself, ____. You look so damn good spread like this.” He growled as he maneuvered
himself to press his throbbing cock against your tight hole, pushing into you
and snapping his hips so you were being pinned to the washing machine.

You cried out, gripping the corners of the machine as he
started to thrust inside you, the vibrations against your clit coupled with his
thick cock snapping into you made you see stars; You could already tell the
laundry room would be a favorite place to screw around in. “Ha~jime~!” You
moaned into the metal under you, wanting to push back against him, but knowing
he would only hold you against the machine. “Oh, God… Please, Please Hajime!”
You begged, tilting your head back and panting into the room.

Iwaizumi grunted loudly, his pace quickening, the vibrations
of the machine transferring from your clit and wrapping around his cock, making
him come closer and closer to his end. His hands were gripping so tightly at
your waist, he knew you’d show bruises the next morning. But that wasn’t on his
mind right now. Right now he was working on pushing you closer and closer to
the end. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good, squeezing me so
tight.” He groaned against his jersey on your back.

Arching your back against him, you fell over the edge just
as the washing machine’s cycle ended. He grunted against the back of your
shoulder as your walls squeezed him tightly, allowing him to find his own end
and spill his load into your tight hole. You panted loudly in the small space
of the room, leaning forward on the machine completely and turning to look at
him over your shoulder with a tired smile.

“I think laundry day is my new favorite day.” Iwaizumi
breathed heavily as he pulled out of you, his fingers stroking the smooth skin
of your ass before turning you around and pulling you to rest against his
chest.

You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around his neck,
pressing your lips against his sweetly, “Hmmm, I think we should just get a
vibrator and save on water for the washer.” You giggled as you pulled away.
Iwaizumi laughed softly and nodded in agreement, leaning forward and capturing
your lips with his once more, his hands slowly going to cup your ass and making
you squeak in surprise. You knew he was hungry for more, you’d been planning on
it really. But that didn’t mean you had to act like you knew it. Your favorite
thing to see was him get frustrated in hinting at a round two. He always gave
up and ended up showing you just exactly what he wanted.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

“______, Come on, kitten! I’m tired!” Kuroo complained from
his spot on the edge of the bed, having been about to pull you into his arms to
head to bed when you’d suddenly rushed off to the bathroom. He assumed it was a
bathroom issue, “Alright, alright. I hear your message loud and clear, _____.
We won’t go to that restaurant anymore.” He smiled before laying back on the
bed, closing his eyes and feeling sleep pull at his mind.

You took a shaky deep breath as you opened the bathroom
door, sneaking over to where he lay on the edge of the bed before moving so you
were straddling his lap in a kneel, “Tetsu~… won’t you look at me?” You purred,
biting your bottom lip nervously as his large hands slowly moved from behind
his head to stroke along your thigh highs, his long fingers tucking underneath
the fabric when he felt a fold. He kept his eyes closed, but his lips quirked
upwards in a smirk as he let one hand continue up your thigh.

Long fingers twitched back when he felt a familiar fabric,
“Hmmm?” He hummed quietly as he let his fingers feel at the material, his lips
widening when he put a piece of clothing to the feel, “Ohohoh? Someone’s
playing dress up?” His golden eyes slowly peaked up at you before looking at
every piece of you. You squirmed slightly under his gaze, lowering your body
enough so you were pressing against his groin, feeling your insides cool when
you heard his grunt at the body contact.

Smiling widely, and letting go of your lip from between your
teeth, you lifted his Nekoma jersey enough to show what was hiding underneath,
“Well, I’m very bad at dressing up if I’m still half naked.” You giggled when
his eyes widened at the sight of your lacy panties that he loved so much.

“Very bad…” He agreed as he let his eyes go from looking at
your thigh highs with the cat ear design to your lacy panties you were still
flashing him, his black and red nekoma jersey hanging on you just right. He
couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him when he noticed the plastic, but
blingy, cat ears that rested in your hair on a headband. “Even I’m not that
obsessed with cats, _____.” He teased as he reached up to pull your face to
meet his in a heated kiss.

From the hardening under the apex of your legs, you could
tell he liked what you were wearing. And he was well enough awake to enjoy what
you’d surprised him with. You licked your lips and leaned forward, your clothed
folds rubbing against his restrained cock, as you brought your hands up to rest
on either side of your face, tilting your head a bit. “Nyah~?” You smiled at
him cutely, laughing when he threw his head back with his own hearty chuckle at
your antics. Of course, you took that moment to lean forward further and press
open mouthed kisses against his throat, shivering when his hands moved from
your thighs to grip at your ass. You moaned quietly against the skin just under
his ear as his strong arms pulled you closer to him, being sure to drag you
slowly against his throbbing cock.

Kuroo grunted and pressed his fingers into your skin, one
hand snuck under his jersey and cupped your bare breast in his palm. You
whimpered and pulled your lips from his neck, tilting your head so you could
watch him attach his lips to your nipple over the smooth material. Your hips
rubbed against his as his fingertips twisted at your neglected nipple, and you
couldn’t help but pant quietly at how electrified your body felt under his
touch. “Such a dirty kitty, _____.” He smirked up at you from his spot against
your breast. You huffed and reached down between your pressed bodies, pulling
down his pants and boxers just enough to allow his cock to spring free.

“But I’m your dirty kitty, Tetsu~.” You whispered heatedly,
pulling his head up from your chest by the scruff of his hair so you could
press your lips against his to swallow his groan just has your other hand
stroked at his hard cock between your bodies. Kuroo groaned loudly into your
mouth as you continued to pump his length, and he quickly pulled his hand out
of his jersey to slip behind you, his other hand already holding your panties
off to the side. His long digits stroked along your folds, and you jolted back
from his lips in a gasp, gripping him in your hand a bit tighter in response.

His lips moved to rest against your ear as you laid your
forehead on his shoulder, your eyes watching how his cock was weeping with
precum from your hand working him. “That’s it, kitten… Watch as you jack me off
and ride my fingers…” He purred into your ear as he slipped a finger inside
your tight hole, reveling in your breathy moan and the way your walls clenched
around the intrusion. He let out a heavy groan as you swiped your thumb over
his tip, feeling your hand slightly trembling around him from you trying to
concentrate on making him feel good while his fingers worked you to your end.
But you wanted him inside you when you both fell over the edge.

You pulled his lips against yours once again, pulling your
hand away from his cock and dragging yourself closer so your clit rubbed
against his shaft, causing him to move his fingers from inside you and grip
your ass tightly. He swallowed your moans as you grinded against him for a few
moments, and in turn panted into your mouth before biting hard on your bottom lip
as he slipped inside you after one of your slides against him allowed his tip
to press into you. Kuroo pulled away from your lips to see he’d accidentally
drawn blood from your lip, quickly swooping back in and licking along your
wound, moving his hips against yours slowly to take your mind off the sharp
pain.

“Tetsu~…” You gasped quietly, wrapping your arms around his
neck and holding him close as you rode him, moving your hips against his,
feeling his length slide in and out of you with ease and making your body feel
on fire with how good he felt inside you. You tangled your fingers in his
unruly hair, closing your eyes tightly, “Oh, God…. Tetsu, right there… Please
don’t stop.” You whimpered loudly against his lips.

Kuroo smirked as he pulled away, burying his face in your
neck, “Let it out, Kitten… Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He
murmured, one hand gripping your ass tightly under the material of his jersey
while his other gripped your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of the thigh highs
against his fingertips and repainting the image of what you’re wearing in the
forefront of his mind. He leaned back, dragging you down with him, and used the
new position to thrust up into you, rubbing against a spot inside you that made
you see stars.

Volume control was non existent whenever he asked to hear
you. “Ah~, Tetsu. You feel so good, baby. So damn good fucking me like this.
Ah, right there… Ah, please don’t stop~!” You pleaded, leaning up a bit as his
hand on your thigh went to grab at your ass like his other, his hips slapping
against yours. “F-fuck! You always know how to make me feel so good, Tetsu~!”
You scratched at his chest and stomach, feeling your walls quiver around his
throbbing cock. “Ah, shit, Tetsu.. I’m…. I… Ah..” You couldn’t even get the
words out with how his cock was sliding in and out of you, his shaft rubbing
just right against your clit. “F-fuck!” You cried out as you fell off the edge,
your nails digging into his skin. He hissed loudly and gave a hard thrust,
falling right after you, emptying his load into your tight hole and holding you
on his chest as you collapsed on top of him. Kuroo smirked contently and leaned
his head against yours on his shoulder. After a few seconds of the two of you
panting and trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t help the teasing smile
that lit up your face against his neck, “So…. I take it you like my outfit?” You
giggled, feeling his hands still holding onto your ass under his jersey.

He hummed, “Maybe… I think I need to get a view of it from
the back before I tell you definitely.” He squeezed your ass and smiled when
you laughed. You knew he wasn’t kidding. But then, you didn’t expect to clean
up after one round. Especially when you were dressed in his clothing and thigh
highs.

Whooo boy, these are hot, hot, hot!!