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Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

Summary: After missing an opportunity to get closer to you, he tries to get your attention for another one

A/N: I haven’t watched season 4 yet so please bear with me as I set this for the time they went to the training camp with Nekoma and Fukurodani.

Warnings/Genre: Fluff, cursing, slight Jealous!Yamaguchi, slight plot changes 

WC: 1.5k

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You yawned as the team loaded onto the bus. Leaving at night resulted in you feeling tired and sleepy. Rubbing your eyes, you stuffed your hands in your jacket. You heard Daichi going on about how you weren’t allowed to stand or walk when the bus was moving and all that boring stuff. You were ready to just get on the bus and pass out.

Your droopy eyes perked up at the sight of green hair and freckles. You felt a slight surge of awake-ness. Maybe it’s bcause you were sleepy and weren’t thinking straight but the thought of sleeping on Yamaguchi’s shoulder sounded really nice now. So, leaving your spot standing next to your childhood friend, Ennoshita, you marched on over to Yamaguchi. 

A tap on his shoulder got his attention as you smiled at him, “Hey” you greeted. His cheeks flushed red at the sight of you but went unnoticed under the cover of the dark night/ early morning. He stammered, “Hi, do you need something?” 

“Wanna sit beside me?” you offered. His shouders slumped slightly before he replied, “Ah sorry but um, I’m sitting with Tsukki” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Oh okay” you mumbled dejectedly, “just thought I’d ask” 

You walked back to Ennoshita, telling him what happened and sitting with him on the bus. He comforted you through snickers, hearing about the pathetic rejection you went though. You hit him on the shoulder and pouted in your seat but you were honestly glad he was there to cheer you up. You were so caught up in giggles that you didn’t notice the jealous gaze of a certain green-haired freckled boy. 

He huffed in annoyance seeing how much you laughed with Ennoshita. He crossed his arms at the thought that he missed the chance for that to be him. He wanted you to laugh at his jokes. Tsukishima noticed and spoke up, “Why didn’t you just sit with her? She asked you didn’t she?” 

“Yeah but I said I was sitting with you” he admitted

“Well that was a mistake. I can survive without you, y’know?” he sighed at his friend’s dependency, “Well, it’s your problem. Look, it seems like they’re getting pretty cozy with each other” he motioned to you and your seatmate as he put on his headphones and closed his eyes

Yamaguchi’s head snapped to look at you. You were leaning on Ennoshita’s shoulder, hugging his arm as you two dozed off. His blood boiled as his eyes looked away. He crossed his arms and shut his eyes, not wanting to see you with someone else. 

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You yawned as Ennoshita shook you awake, you whining and not wanting to move. You reluctantly unlatched yourself from his arm and he pulled you up to walk with him out of the bus. You said your greetings and thanks to the other teams for inviting Karasuno’s volleyball team to the camp. 

You weren’t a part of the team. Most people assume you’re a manager with how much time you spend there but you aren’t. Shimizu said you might as well join but you were already part of the calligraphy club so you kindly refused. You spent your free time helping the team and even went to Karasuno to follow your childhood friend. Ennoshita and other friends and family said you could go to a better school but you wanted to follow him, seeing how close you were they let you do whatever you want. And yes you were very smart and had high grades so you could do anything you want.

You followed the team as they showed you where you would sleep and do this and that. You could feel someone’s stare burning the back of your head as you walked alongside your best friend but considering how Yamamoto reacted to girl you assumed it was him or someone else from another team. 

What you didn’t notice was how Yamaguchi was planning to get your attention so he could get any amount of alone time with you. He told Tsukishima what he wanted to do but he just didn’t care as usual. That didn’t stop Yamaguchi from wanting to talk to you, preferably confess before Ennoshita tries anything. 

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His first attempt was after the group’s first penalty. After jogging up the hill you and the other managers were handing out water bottles. He wanted you to give him his but Shimizu was the one to do it. Others would be very pleased to be handed water by Shimizu (like Tanaka and Nishinoya) but he was somewhat disappointed. Ennoshita was on the other side of where the team was standing, you making light chatter with him while he cooled off. You even wiped his forehead from sweat with a small towel, scolding him for something he couldn’t care less about.  He pouted as you didn’t even take notice of anything he did, not that he did much but he was still upset. 

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The second attempt was when It was your turn serving dinner. He blushed at how cute you looked serving the other hungry boys, them jokingly asking for a bigger portion and you complying cheerfully. You even made cookies and gave it to some who begged for it. Even if you said they should eat healthy while training, you agreed to a small treat after dinner. Giggling, you got to Yamaguchi’s seat and gave him his meal. 

He only realized he was still staring when you brushed nothing off your apron asking, “What? Is there something on my clothes?” you asked, looking from your collar to the hem of of the apron. He turned red from embarrassment and shook his head, “No!” he squeaked.

He hoped you would make small talk with him but you just nodded and walked off the serve someone else. He was overcome with what you would jokingly call ‘Much sad’. He chuckled at the memory of you telling Daichi that that was what you had when he asked what was wrong, before going back to sulking.

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The third attempt was when he did extra training. It was night and Ennoshita stayed behind too, of course, and you were with him. Yamaguchi stood next to Ennoshita in hopes that you’ll notice him as they both practiced serves. He was still trying to master a jump float serve and wanted you to be impressed if when he did it correctly.

He threw the ball into the air and hit it with his palm. His determination faltered slightly when he realized he didn’t hit the ball hard enough. It went lower than expected and got caught in the net, before falling to the floor. He felt even more down when he saw a ball swiftly go above the net and hit the the wooden floor on the other side. Then, he heard cheers from a voice that made his heart leap, except the cheers weren’t for him

“Ennoshita nice serve!” you flailed your hands in the air while jumping. Ennoshita thanked you shyly as Yamaguchi sighed. Maybe he should stop trying to get your attention. It wasn’t working anyway.

Defeated, he trudged back to where the team was staying for the week. Little did he know, you saw him looking discouraged and wanted nothing more than to ask him what’s wrong. I mean, the only reason you hung around Ennoshita so much recently is so that you could see Yamaguchi a lot more too, forcing him to pracitce serves with him so you could watch. 

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The rest of the week you noticed that Yamaguchi didn’t talk to you anymore. He didn’t even interact at all. Every time you were handing out water bottles, he would get one from the girl farthest from you and walk the other way.

By the time the training camp was over he had been avoiding you without noticing. This time it was your turn to feel dejected. You didn’t know why he was acting like that. You were literally clueless. 

So what did you do? You forced Ennoshita to go find out. Hiding behind him, you look over his shoulder seeing Yamaguchi talking with Tsukishima. You watched as the taller blonde walked away, leaving his friend to help pthe managers pack. Ennoshita has been whispering to you, asking what he should do and getting frustrated at your lack of response. You shushed him as you waited for a moment when it would seem natural for Ennoshita to approach him. 

“What are you doing?” A voice came from behind you

You yelped and jumped away, releasing your grip from your best friend’s shoulders. “N-nothing!”

“Uhuh...” he mumbled, “Y’know, you don’t have to be this sneaky. He regretted not sitting beside you and you didn’t notice him trying to catch your attention, it’s that simple, and stupid” he mumbled the last part loud enough for you to hear. 

Ennoshita cheered and pushed you off his back, “Yay I don’t have to fix your problem anymore” he clapped his hands and put on a sickly sweet smile. You scoffed at him playfully and told him he could leave. He went to the already walking away Tsukishima wanting to pick on him, suggesting they sit together seeing as he knew what you were gonna do next.

And you knew it too. You took a deep breath and let it go, shaking the nerves away from your hands. You approached him slowly, him not noticing until your footsteps were near enough. His head turned to you in time for you to meet his eyes, a red tint staining both your faces. 

“So, hey, I was-”

“Do you think we can-” 

You both chuckled awkwardly. Speaking at the same time? Such a cliche.

“You go first” you offered

He nodded and finished his sentence, “Do you think we can sit next to each other?”

A giggle came from your lips and made him blush harder, “I was gonna ask the same thing”

“O-Oh! Well then I um,” he threw the last bag in with the others, “I’m all done” he said with a shaky smile

You smiled back and held your hand out, “Now, shall we?” you asked in the same way someone would ask a girl to dance. He, in an embarrassed manner, took your hand and you led him to the bus.

You both got seats near the back, Ennoshita and Tsukishima in across the seats behind you. You and Yamaguchi chatted and laughed. Everyone noticing the shy pinch server with his crush. Tanaka and Nishinoya desperately wanted to tease you two but rethinked when they saw Daichi’s deadly glare on them. 

Eventually you yawned and rested your head on his shoulder, fully aware of what you were doing and going far enough to place your hand on his thigh. You felt his body heat increase and felt his trembling. His confidence did come back though, after you grabbed his sweaty hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He then rested his head on yours, closing his eyes in attempt to ignore all the eyes staring at them. You both dozed off quickly after, subconsciously cuddling closer in your sleep. 

~Bonus ending~

Tanaka and Nishinoya were snapping pictures, holding back from guffawing and teasing. Sugawara was holding Dachi back from walking in a moving bus, the latter whisper-yelling commands to stay quiet. Hinata was thrilled for Yamaguchi, commenting on how he wants a girl to do that with him, followed by Kageyama’s retort that he’ll never get a girlfriend. The coach and advisor were snickering at the groups antics.

“Isn’t it cute” said Ennoshita, pulling Tsukishima from his focus on the trees outside.

Tsukishima grimaced at the sight, “Disgusting”

Hi it's actually my first time requesting 💀 can you do like the reader is a volleyball player from a different school who came to their school to compete and is hella intimidating cause they're really quiet and doesn't really smile that often and their team won. Maybe do yamaguchi, tsuki, tendou, bokuto and suna?

I'm sorry if it's messy i get nervous cause it's my first time requesting 😭✋

hey angel! thank you for sending this in!! And don’t worry, this wasn’t messy at all!

also, i didn’t know if you meant reader’s team played the guys’ teams so i’m sorry if i misunderstood!

the strong, silent type; yamaguchi, tsukishima, tendou, bokuto, suna

synopsis: in which you somehow manage to catch a certain someone’s attention without having to say a word (well, barely a word)

pairings: yamaguchi x reader, tsukishima x reader, tendou x reader, bokuto x reader, suna x reader

warnings: swearing

notes: this is my first haikyuu request!!

YAMAGUCHI

baby boy is intrigued to say the least

he’s also, you know, very intimidated

karasuno is hosting volleyball camp for the weekend so a few of schools from the area come over

karasuno lost a match so they go do a lap up the hill and back down

yamaguchi shakily walks back into the gym, panting and sweating profusely from the run

two other teams are playing so he decided to watch and catch his breath

it’s getting pretty intense until your team’s setter sets the ball for you

you run up and leap in the air, your brows furrowed with determination and tongue sticking slightly out, and you spike ball, slamming it to the opponents ground

and it’s slams so fucking loud

yamaguchi mouth drops, impressed by your raw power

by then tsukishima has joined him, standing alongside yamaguchi

“sheesh” tsukishima mutters at how hard you struck the ball

meanwhile, yamaguchi’s jaw is still on the floor as he watches you with sparkles in his eyes

your teammates erupt in cheer while you’re just like 😐👍

yamaguchi tells tsukishima that they should congratulate your team (he’s talking about you mostly)

and tsuki is like “okay have fun doing that!”

and yamaguchi is like “w-wait! please go with me? they’re scary 🥺”

and tsukishima is like “this is so stupid...” but he ends up going with yamaguchi nskdicnwiwjs

you’re drinking from your water bottle when you feel a slight tap on your shoulder

you whirl around to see tsukishima and yamaguchi LITERALLY standing like—

⠀ ⠀ ⠀(\__/)

(•ㅅ•)

　＿ノ ヽ ノ＼＿

`/　`/ ⌒Ｙ⌒ Ｙ　ヽ

( 　(三ヽ人　 /　　 |

|　ﾉ⌒＼ ￣￣ヽ　 ノ

ヽ＿＿＿＞､＿＿_／

　　 ｜( 王 ﾉ〈 (\__/)

　　 /ﾐ`ー―彡\(•ㅅ•)

　　/ ╰ ╯ \/ \>

yamaguchi pipes up from where he stands, slightly behind tsukishima

“that last spike you did was really cool!” he squeaks, mentally slapping himself for how he voice cracked on “cool”

you blink in surprise before you gently smile

and yamaguchi, in his head of course, is like “HOLY SH*T THEY SMILED??!&)&8:9:”

“thank you” you reply, “i don’t think you told me your name”

TSUKISHIMA

when i tell you this man is not FAZEDDDDD

like he does not give a shit how intimidating you are

he notices that you’re a great volleyball player and that you’re a great coordinator

but that’s where it ends

he’s not intrigued enough/doesn’t care about the motivations of other people

you both walk up to the lil fountain outside the gym to refill your water bottle at the same time

you both sorta halt, before tsukishima motions for you to go first

you nod and thank him quietly, moving to refill your water bottle

tsuki feels his eyebrows furrow when a loud yell suddenly splits the silence, already recognizing who that might be

he turns around and of course, it’s hinata yelping and dodging kageyama’s blows, while the latter yells profanities at hinata

tsukishima sees that you’ve turned around too, trying to see what was going on

“what a couple of morons...” tsukishima mutters to you

you blink at tsukishima, straight faced as ever, before saying, “you shouldn’t bad mouth your team mates”

MY BOY SIEZES UP SO F*CKIN QUICK DUCHDKDJD

he thought since you were quiet and serious looking, that you kinda hated everyone/were pessimistic

you thought WRONG

he turns back to you with raised eyebrows, a little surprised and slight embarrassed about being scorned

you just smile at him and tsuki is surprised for a second time

“see you inside” you nod politely and before walking past him

get rekt tsukishima

TENDOU

yes, my slightly odd looking yet handsome son

he is NOT intimidated by you—AT ALL (have you seen his bestie? 😭)

in fact, the first time tendou sees you, he watches you for like 17 seconds and is like “oh...oh i’m bout to ANNOY TF OUTTA OF THEM”

i feel like he just wants to single out serious people and f*ck around with them—all in good taste though!

will try and goad you into messing up from across the net

but you’re just like 😐😑😐

switches tactics by trying giving you odd compliments

“y/n, right? i like the curvature of your spine,,,very unique 😌”

or “you have such delicate earlobes, y/n!”

if anything, he’s annoying both his teammates and yours

but he’s not done

starts crooning these lil songs about you, that he’s making up on the spot

he’s still not throwing you off your game but you are glancing over at him with a strange expression on your face

that just encourages him even more

eventually, semi smacks the back of tendou’s neck and gives him the “stfu” look

tendou glances over to see your lips twitching into a smile and he’s just smiles real big and wide at you

BOKUTO

my precious boy

he’d probably see you, standing there off to the side from where your teammates are huddled

and he thinks “omg,,,they’re shy,,,and lonely,,,I HAVE TO HELP THEM!”

but you’re just zoning out or something, completely fine

bokuto is trying to collect introverts like they’re f*ckin pokemon cards

he thinks he’s good with all kinds of people (and he is!) but he thinks he’s especially good with quieter people

after your match, bokuto bounds up to you with akaashi trailing behind (he’s there for damage control mostly)

“hey there!” bokuto smiles and your eyes slightly widen at how his voice booms throughout the whole gym. “your team did amazing out there! i couldn’t believe how coordinated you all are! and the way that you flew? your spikes could use a bit more force but you’re amazing either way—”

you generally feel overwhelmed by hyperactive people, but you’re REALLY feeling it now

especially considering how tired you are after that match and how fast Bokuto is talking

you honestly can’t keep up with what he’s saying to you, his eyes glimmer are glimmering and his whole face is lit up and DAMN you don’t have the heart to interrupt him

so you just nod at him with wide eyes like “yup, mhm, yea, that’s right, of course”

when he finally finished his spiel, you take the opportunity to ask for his name

and you’re like “oh! yeah! you’re one of the top 3 aces in the nation right?”

bokuto’s grin widens even further, but before he can respond, akaashi cuts in with “top 5 actually”

and bokuto whirls around with a look that screams utter betrayal—like B*TCH!!&/8:73?

“that’s really impressive!” you smile and bokuto’s mouth drops because DID YOU JUST MAKE A FACIAL EXPRESSION???

he’s hyping himself up like “aha, didn’t even talk to them for FIVE minutes and i already cracked them 😤”

SUNA

he’s just gonna stare at you

like a creepy ass owl or something

he sees your minding your own business respectfully and he’s like “...this feels insulting”

he thinks that YOU think that you’re some tough ass b*tch

MF, I’M JUST MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS 😭

suna: they’re trying to intimidate us

ojiro: ...they’re just standing there

suna: you think they’re trying to intimidate us?

ojiro: no, i don’t actually—

suna: nah, they’re definitely trying to intimidate us

so suna tries to intimidate YOU—reverse uno that b*tch

will stare at you from across the court with his hands shoved in his shorts like—🧍‍♂️

it honestly is a little unsettling because you just see this tall ass, lanky figure in your peripheral vision and your turn to see this guy STARING AT YOU LIKE—👁‍🗨👄👁‍🗨

he scares your teammates too dkfjdkshs

if you’re team is playing his, he will forcefully block your spikes and then just stare back at you LIKE DAMN, YOU GOOD?

the whole thing lets up, when your teams go to shake hands

you take his hand in yours and give him a firm shake, genuinely smiling

“you play well!” you compliment

“...you do too” he says hesitantly and you nod slightly before letting go of his hand and going to shake Osamu’s

he tells ojiro later that you had a “firm grip” and ojiro’s like “...mhm 😒”

notes: i wanna write more haikyuu (specifically timeskip)! also not me projecting the odd feeling i have for suna where it’s like a cross of “everything about you annoys me” and “damn u kinda hot 🙄”. my love/hate relationship with aquarius men 😌

When He’s Your Fellow Actor (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

BNHA Version

A/N: Good Lordy I went off on Yamaguchi’s… Goddamn. Anyways, I know I haven’t been active like at all lately, but I have nothing new to tell you. Life has just been… hectic lately. Nothing new. Anyways, let’s just call this a seriously late celebration for 800 followers! Seriously, thank you all so much, and I hope you enjoy these headcanons as a show of gratitude!

Word count: 1423

Iwaizumi Hajime: 

The “Hero-Villain but you’re a couple in real life” trope.

You both met and got together while filming the show.

Iwa’s the hero, you’re the villain

The fans of the show totally shipped you two from the first episode, but y’all were really new and awkward around each other at that point in time. 

Then you both saw all the ship names and edits and were like damn we look hot together “Eh, let’s give it a shot.”

Cut to y’all falling in love and accidentally giving each other lovey-dovey eyes during filming (the directors have to reshoot the scenes because “You’re supposed to hate each other, come on guys!!”)

Yes, yes, there is a scene where you have to fight each other. 

You legitimately punch Iwaizumi smack dab in the face on accident and freak the fuck out.

“OH FUCK, HAJIME ARE YOU ALIVE?!”

Yeah, it hurt like a bitch, but he sees how concerned you are and does that tough guy thing where he pretends like it was nothing. 

“Nah, I’m fine.” When the fuck did you get so strong?!

You know he’s lying, so you capture his face in your palms and kiss his cheek tenderly. 

“Does it feel better now?” 

Oh helllll yeah. “Mmm, not really. Try again.” 

*smooch*

“It still kinda hurts. Another.”

*smooch* 

“Better. One more.”

Just as you lean in to give him one last peck, he grabs your chin and turns you to face him head on before capturing your lips in a deep kiss. 

You’re both lost in the feeling of each other and Iwaizumi can barely feel the pain on his face anymore (but he’s totally gonna use this little incident against you from now on).

“Hey guys, we’re still shooting a scene you know.” 

It’s delayed because both your lips are puffy and you both look blissed out.

Long story short, after plenty of messages, letters, and tweets from fans, the show makes your character turn good so y’all can become a couple in the show as well. (hehe, crowd-pleasers. Ya gotta love ‘em.)

That blooper went viral btw.

Kuroo Tetsurou: 

The “best friends on and off the stage” trope.

First of all, the fucking inside jokes you two have. 

Yeah yeah, the fans shipped you and all that crap, but you two were just friends. 

Pfft, yeah right.

Neither of you are the main character, but your wild actions and sarcastic comments on screen just made the audiences fall in love. 

The chemistry between you two and the easy flow of conversation made people believe in true, destined love. 

All the haughty taughty fans are like “Yeah they’re totally great together but nobody should pressure them into dating otherwise it’ll ruin their relationship uwu!!🥺🥺💔💔” (then these fuckers turn around and write fanfiction like it’s nobody’s business.)

You were legit friends, but the way people viewed you was beginning to make things awkward.

“Haha, here’s another tweet about how we should be together.” Kuroo’s nervously laughing while watching your facial expression for the tiniest sign that you liked it as much as he did while looking at his phone.

“Damn, that’s funny.” You laugh is just as artificially forced and Kuroo observes your face with wide, amazed eyes like Oop, there it is.

I mean, what did you expect? You two have been friends for years, of course he can read you like a book. A book he never wants to put down. Ever. 

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the writers took this seriously and actually made us a coup-”

He interrupts your anxious rambling with a kiss. 

It’s just a quick peck, and you gasp in surprise after it happens. Then you smile softly and pull him back in for more. 

Not even a month later, it’s official. You two were caught making out in a toilet paper fort at Walmart by fans. (I honestly don’t know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

ANYWAYS, after you two are outed and shizz, you don’t even care to hide your love, just being connected to each other by the hip everywhere y’all go when you’re not shooting.

I know what you’re thinking, and you’re absolutely right. Kuroo does interrupt your scenes by sprinting in like a maniac on the loose and slapping a kiss smack dab on your lips while the cameras are still rolling. 

(It drives the directors up the walls, but the fans love it.)

Yamaguchi Tadashi (this one is umm... a lil 🥵, and long):

The “couple on the show but awkwardly have a crush on each other in real life” trope. 

Even though your relationship is a little rocky in real life, this just makes your capability for passion on the screen even larger. 

You both make up for the uncomfortableness behind the cameras when they’re rolling. 

Firstly, there’s a script, so neither of you are forced to think on your feet. 

Secondly, you’re both experienced actors. But that doesn’t mean you’re great people-people in real life. 

Your characters started as two teens falling in love in high school, then moving on to college together. 

This required a lot of chemistry between the two of you, but it was hard to have it both on and off the set, so you settled for doing your jobs best. 

Of course, when the fans found out you two were all blushy and shy around each other in real life, they went berserk.

It was all like: *posts a picture of you and Yamaguchi blushing* “Look at these two fucking cinnamon rolls🥺 They’re so cute together in (the show), but look how shy these nerds are together in real life. How???”

Yeah, so umm, y’all were feelin’ the pressure. 

Then came the scene. 

Of course, you two had kiss scenes before. With a storyline that deep, of course that was gonna happen. 

But the writers really whammied you two with this one. 

It was a dirty scene 👀

Of course the directors were gonna do that thing where they had architecture and other shit cover up the no-no squares, but still!

You kept telling yourself you were a professional and that you could do this no biggie. But umm…

Jesus FUCK!

Who’d’ve thought Yamaguchi would be that fucking bUiLt.

You distantly remember him saying something about playing volleyball, but GodDAMN

So yeah, y’all get it on. 

First he kisses you, as instructed. 

Then he lays you down on the bed gently, as instructed. 

Then he unclips your bra, as instructed.

Then his pupils flare,... 

Rebellion Located.

His hands crawl up your sides as he begins to nibble on your lip.

Your hands tangle into his olive-colored tufts, tugging and pulling as he grunts into your mouth. 

His long fingers run over your skin in all the right places, and you want more.

“More, Tadashi.”

“CUT!”

The director hops out of his chair and calls for a break. Other workers begin to bumble around the set, adjusting lighting for the next scene, rearranging objects, and writing on clipboards. 

The world around you is suddenly spinning while you’re still trapped in the moment. The fake moment. 

Yamaguchi still hovers over you, looking just as frazzled as you felt. 

For a second he leans closer to your face once more, then he pulls away like you burned him. 

He’s rubbing the back of his neck and blushing, and your cheeks are on fire. 

“Well that was um…”

“Yeah,” you nod in agreement breathlessly. 

Suddenly, he gets up and hands you your previously flung bra and shirt, averting his gaze while you redress. 

While his back faces you, he hesitantly says your name.

“Yeah?”

“D-do you want to g-go on a date sometime?”

… 

Safe to say, months later you two were revealed as a couple, just as the episode aired. 

It didn’t take long for the Sherlock Holmes of your fanbases to put two and two together and figure out just how the relationship went from 0-100 in a matter of days. 

… Yeah, you two will never live that down. Everyone shoves it in your faces any chance they get. But at least they all love you together!

haikyuu boys while doing ‘it’

warnings: NSFW

note: spicy headcanon ahead. happy sinning SKHDHDHDHS 💀✨✨ there will be part 2 swear jdhdhd ✨✨

terushima — edges you till you’re crying out. will probably stop midway just to let you know how deep he is. that type of jerk that will let you answer an incoming call from your phone while he’s doing ‘it’ and forces you to hold a smooth conversation while he pounces on you mercilessly. his tongue piercing will come in handy especially when he’s in a mood of eating you down there.

oikawa — does ‘it’ in front of the mirror. degrades you while he does the deed. a daredevil— would be doing it everywhere he pleases. he’ll overstimulate you.

ushijima — grabs you by the jaw to look at your eyes intently and drags a low “you belong to me”

asahi — worships your body. likes to get his hair pulled.

kageyama — wouldn’t know he’s being rough but you don’t mind at all. good with his hands. into ice play but he has his own thing. ice into milk cube and will wait for it to melt and he will slowly lick it out 👅 🦋

tendou — is really good with his hands. slides one lithe finger after the another. car sex. makes fun of you. would probably laugh when you’re close to tears. his tongue is long doee… so expect cumming with just the use of his sinful tongue ;))))

daichi — he’s a dom, period. moans in your ear while pounding his hips onto the crook of your ass. slaps your ass cause he can. is that motherfucker that will go gentle and all smiley in public and then one moment you’ll hear him whisper down your ear, “I can’t wait for u to call me daddy..” 😏

yamaguchi — he’s a total softie and would constantly ask you every now and then if you’re okay. he’s into pleasuring you more than pleasuring himself. he will intertwine his hands with you cause he’s a softie. leaves small kisses on your temple while he goes in and out. might be kissing your tears away when he goes into you and taking you by surprise. 

bokuto — has a praise kink. would go faster if you call him a good boy or when you compliment him. master at aftercare. feels cocky when he sees you unable to walk the next morning. eats it like it’s the only thing existing. goes rough when you ask him to slow down. 

lev — ceo of picking you up so he can go into you further. awkward at first but will get the hang of it. asks you if you’re comfortable or is the current position okay? compliments at how flexible you are. 

kenma — lets you go under his gaming desk to do your thing while he go on stream. moans in your ear. might be into cat ears and leash. 

★﹒₊‧they guys that fall for the silent type so when u start rambling on about something, weather it's something exciting or a shitty day at work/school, they pull away from whatever they're doing no matter how important bc hearing you talk is their most favorite thing in the universe.

↻ bokuto, oikawa, kurro, yamaguchi, hinata, noya, makki, <3

★﹒₊‧ the golden retriever boyfriends that would do this trend like this

↻ yamaguchi, nishinoya, lev, oikawa, tendo, atsumu

★﹒₊‧ the ones that can't handle how much they like you so they're only output for all this feeling, besides actually talking to you, is writing unsent letters to you.

↻ izuku, shoto, urakaka, jiro, yamaguchi, kageyama, kenma, iwazumi, akashi

★﹒₊‧ hq! & mha! characters & kissing tropes i love !!

enemies to lovers kissing in the rain passionately because you're just so tired of the "hating game" ⤸ tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, semi, suna, atsumu, bakugou, monoma, shinso

the longggg slow burn pinning after one another and when they finally, FINALLY get to kiss you, they stay there with their eyes closed for a bit longer wanting to live in that exact moment forever... ⤸ hinata, suga, noya, tanaka, oikawa, kenma, lev, osumu, yamaguchi, kageyama, izuku, denki, kirishima,

slow and soft kissing with their hand tangling in your hair... ⤸ daichi, kurro, bokuto, akaashi, tsukishima, iwazumi, mattsunwaka, yaku, yamaguchi, sero, bakugou, kirishima, iida,

staring at your lips and visibly breathing slightly heavy, hand twitching as he wants to badly to touch you, hold you, kiss you, and then YOU gently capture his lips and he's melting into you... ⤸ bokuto, yamaguchi, suna, kageyama, lev, kenma, izuku, denki, todoroki, sero

thank u for reading ♥︎ also idk if i tagged alll of them but wtv

TSUKISHIMA X YAMAGUCHI X READER

AGED UP CHARACTERS | MDNI

The bass thumped hard enough through the floorboards to rattle the red Solo cups stacked in the corner. Tsukishima Kei leaned against the kitchen counter, his backwards cap low over his eyes, sipping casually from his drink as his gaze swept over the crowd. The party was one of those typical college Friday nights—cheap beer, body glitter, and too many people pressed into a too-small house.

Beside him, Yamaguchi Tadashi stood stiffly, shoulders hunched and fiddling with the rim of his untouched cup. He was overdressed in a cardigan and clearly not in his element.

“You look like you're about to bolt,” Tsukishima drawled, nudging him with an elbow. “Relax.”

“I am relaxed,” Yamaguchi muttered, lying badly.

Tsukishima tilted his head, smirking. “You're not. Which is exactly why we need to fix that.” He took a final sip and set the cup down with purpose. “And I have an idea.”

Yamaguchi raised an eyebrow, wary. “Oh no.”

Tsukishima spotted you across the room, laughing with someone near the fridge. He nodded in your direction.

“You trust me, right?”

Yamaguchi hesitated. “…Ish?”

“Good enough.”

And before Yamaguchi could stop him, Tsukishima was already sauntering over to you, cool and confident, dragging his nervous best friend in tow.

“Hey,” he said smoothly, giving you that lazy half-smile he knew worked more often than not. “Y/N, right? We’ve got a weird question for you.”

You turned, arching an eyebrow at the tall blond who’d appeared out of nowhere, his hand casually clamped around Yamaguchi’s wrist like he was keeping him from running. Your gaze flicked between them—Tsukishima in a sleeveless jersey and too much attitude, Yamaguchi flushed and visibly regretting every life choice that led him here.

“Weird question?” you asked, already intrigued. “That’s a hell of an opening line.”

Tsukishima shrugged. “I don’t believe in small talk.”

Yamaguchi looked like he wanted to sink into the floor.

Tsukishima didn’t miss a beat. “Yamaguchi’s a virgin,” he said flatly.

Your brows lifted, the drink halfway to your mouth paused in midair.

“And he’s in his head about it. Way too much.” He leaned in just enough to drop his voice so only you two could hear. “So I thought maybe… if someone cool, someone chill, helped him out—with me there—he might stop stressing and start actually living.”

Yamaguchi made a sound between a gasp and a groan. “Tsukki!”

You looked between the two of them—Yamaguchi’s eyes pleading (but with what? Panic? Hope?), and Tsukishima watching you like he already knew your answer.

You sipped your drink, slow and thoughtful.

“That’s… incredibly forward,” you said finally.

Tsukishima smirked. “Not denying it.”

“And you’re saying this like you being involved would help somehow?”

He grinned wider. “I’m good at what I do. And he trusts me.”

Yamaguchi looked like he wanted to crawl under the fridge, but he didn’t deny it.

You set your drink down on the counter, stepping a little closer to the two of them, folding your arms.

“Well,” you said, giving Yamaguchi a once-over. “He’s cute.”

Yamaguchi blinked. “Wait—what?”

Tsukishima just smiled.

Yamaguchi was still processing your words when Tsukishima hooked two fingers in the collar of his hoodie and tugged, steering him like luggage.

“She said you’re cute,” Tsukishima murmured, amused. “Don’t pass out.”

“I’m not—” Yamaguchi sputtered, voice breaking halfway through.

"Follow me. Both of you." Tsukishima commands

You followed behind, cup in hand, heart thudding with the kind of buzz that had nothing to do with alcohol. There was something about the contrast between them that made your skin prickle—Tsukishima’s laid-back dominance and Yamaguchi’s overwhelmed sincerity. And both of them were looking at you like you were something just out of reach.

Tsukishima’s room was cleaner than you expected for a college guy’s place—dark walls, a half-made bed, shelves stacked with manga and headphones, and a floor lamp casting a warm low light. He closed the door behind the three of you with a soft click.

“Okay,” you said, setting your drink on the desk. “So what now? You guys just… tag team me?”

Tsukishima shrugged out of his jersey, revealing a lean line of muscle under the tank top beneath. “We’re not animals. Unless you’re into that.”

Yamaguchi sat down stiffly on the edge of the bed like it might combust under him. His eyes darted from you to Tsukishima, then to the floor.

“I—uh—only if you’re really okay with this,” he said quickly. “I don’t want it to be weird, or pressure-y, or—”

You walked up to him, placing your hand gently on his knee.

“Yamaguchi,” you said, voice soft but firm. “Do you want this?”

He looked up at you, cheeks flushed, lips parted. “I do. I just don’t want to mess anything up.”

From behind you, Tsukishima leaned in, bracing one arm on the bedpost and letting his voice drop low near your ear.

“That’s the best part,” he murmured. “There’s nothing to mess up. We’ll show him how it’s done.”

You turned your head slightly toward him, eyes locking.

“I hope you’re as good as you say you are,” you said, lips curling.

He gave a slow, cocky smile.

“Guess we’re about to find out.”

Tsukishima sat beside you on the bed, his long fingers brushing your thigh with idle confidence. “Pay attention, Yamaguchi,” he said, tone low and instructional, like this was just another practice drill. “You’re going to learn something useful.”

Yamaguchi swallowed hard, nodding, his eyes fixed on you like you were something sacred and fragile. His nervous energy hung in the air, almost sweet in its sincerity.

You leaned back, letting Tsukishima coax your legs apart with a firm, practiced hand. He watched your face as his fingers slid under the hem of your skirt, slow and teasing. “Start soft,” he said, almost to himself, as he pressed light, deliberate strokes against you through your underwear. “Get her used to it. Build her up.”

You exhaled, hips twitching slightly, and Yamaguchi’s lips parted as he watched the way your body reacted—every breath, every tiny sound you made like a live wire running straight into him.

“See that?” Tsukishima murmured, voice right against your neck as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric. “How her body tells you what she wants? You don’t need to guess if you’re paying attention.”

Your breath hitched as his fingers slid inside you, slow and sure, curling just right, your hips twitch as you let out a soft groan. You reached out, found Yamaguchi’s hand, and squeezed. “Come here,” you said softly, guiding him closer.

He obeyed, kneeling in front of you like he was praying, eyes wide and flushed with awe.

Tsukishima’s lips brushed your ear. “You touch her next,” he said, withdrawing his fingers and licking them absently as if to taunt. “But first…”

He stood, tugging off his tank and then undoing his belt, unbothered by how Yamaguchi’s eyes went briefly wide. Tsukishima was lean, toned, confident in every motion. When he pressed against you, his length hard and heavy between your thighs, he held your gaze with a kind of heat that burned low and deep.

“Watch how she opens up when she’s filled right,” he said, guiding himself to your entrance. He slowly pushes in, groaning softly at your tightness.

"Christ..."

He start thrusting, starting of slow and shallow to let you adjust to his thick, long size.

Tsukishima’s rhythm grew more insistent, his hips snapping forward with a precision that sent shockwaves through your core. Each thrust pushed a soft, breathless sound from your lips, and Yamaguchi was completely transfixed—his hand splayed over your stomach, feeling every twitch and tremble of your body as it reacted under their touch.

“She’s so responsive,” Tsukishima murmured, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched the way you arched into him, “Every sound, every breath—she’s telling you everything you need to know.”

Yamaguchi swallowed hard, his lips brushing your jaw as his hand dipped lower, testing the edge of your skirt, your skin hot beneath his fingers.

“Can I…?” he asked, voice tight and low, barely more than a breath.

You turned your head, eyes locking with his. “Yes,” you whispered. “I want you to.”

That was all the permission he needed.

His fingers slipped beneath the hem, tentative but eager, and when they brushed between your thighs—slick, trembling, already worked open from Tsukishima’s steady pace—you gasped his name, sharp and sweet. He flinched like he’d been struck, eyes wide at the way your hips bucked under his touch.

“Just like that,” Tsukishima said, his voice rough now, sweat beading along his neck as he moved harder behind you. “Don’t be afraid to touch her like you want her.”

And he did.

Yamaguchi’s shyness melted into hunger. His fingers learned quickly, stroking your clit in sync with Tsukishima’s thrusts, watching how your mouth fell open, how your whole body shivered. His lips found your neck again, desperate and reverent, whispering your name like a prayer between kisses.

You were floating—caught between Tsukishima’s deep, confident drive and Yamaguchi’s trembling, worshipful attention. One had you gasping, the other had you melting. You couldn’t tell whose name you said next—maybe both, maybe neither—but it didn’t matter. All that existed was heat, breath, rhythm.

“You feel her shaking?” Tsukishima growled low, his voice tight with restraint. “She’s close. Don’t stop.”

Yamaguchi didn’t. You cried out—sharp, broken—your hands flying back to clutch Tsukishima’s arm as you tumbled over the edge, body arching between them.

Tsukishima held you through it, grinding into you with a low groan, and Yamaguchi watched you come apart like he couldn’t believe he was part of it—like you were art, and he’d helped paint it.

When your body finally stilled, trembling and slick with sweat, Tsukishima leaned in and pressed a kiss to the back of your shoulder—more tender than smug.

“Lesson one,” he murmured. “Nailed it.”

Yamaguchi looked at you, dazed, flushed, lips parted.

“Can I…” he began, voice hoarse, “Can I try more?”

You smiled, slow and breathless, pulling him closer.

“Oh,” you said, your voice a sultry murmur, “we’re just getting started.”

Tsukishima eased back, his breath warm against your skin as he withdrew, letting the moment settle like static in the low-lit room. Your body still pulsed with aftershocks, thighs trembling slightly, skin flushed and damp. He brushed a hand down your spine, slow and grounding, before flopping back onto the bed with a satisfied exhale.

“Your turn,” he said to Yamaguchi, voice thick and heavy with approval. “She wants you now.”

Yamaguchi blinked, stunned, like he hadn’t expected to get this far. His eyes met yours—uncertain, almost shy again—and you reached for him, fingers curling into the collar of his hoodie to tug him closer.

“You okay?” you asked, soft.

He nodded, swallowing. “I… yeah. I want this. I want you.”

You kissed him again, slower this time, less about urgency and more about reassurance. He melted into it, his hands finally steady as they found your waist. He was warm and earnest, his touch lacking Tsukishima’s practiced finesse but making up for it with raw sincerity. Every brush of his fingers, every breath he took, told you he was all in.

You helped him out of the hoodie and the shirt beneath, revealing pale skin and a lean chest, tense with nervous energy. He was beautiful in a completely different way—open, unsure, but trying so hard to get it right. Your hands slid up his arms, coaxing him closer until you lay back, pulling him over you.

Tsukishima’s voice came from beside you, lazy and low. “Take your time. She likes it when you go slow.”

Yamaguchi flushed, but nodded, his lips brushing down your neck as he lined himself up—hesitant but driven. He paused, looking to you.

“Tell me if I do something wrong.”

You cupped his cheek. “You’re not going to.”

Then you guided him in.

The first moment was breathless—his eyes fluttered shut, mouth falling open in a soft, broken moan as your warmth surrounded him. He moved slow, almost reverently, as if he couldn’t believe this was real. His hips rocked gently, and you could feel the tension in every inch of him—how hard he was holding back, trying not to lose control too soon.

You met his movements with your own, rolling your hips up to meet him, whispering encouragement between gasps. Every time you moaned his name, his rhythm grew more confident, more fluid. His hands gripped your hips like he needed something to hold onto, and his lips kept finding yours—desperate, breathless kisses between thrusts.

Beside you, Tsukishima watched, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark with satisfaction.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Already making her moan like that. Told you you’d be good.”

Yamaguchi groaned, burying his face in your neck as your body clenched around him. His control faltered, rhythm stuttering, but you didn’t care—every uneven thrust, every shudder in his frame just made it more real.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him closer, anchoring him to you as he moved faster, needier, the tension in his body finally boiling over. His breath hitched against your skin, and he gasped your name like it was sacred just as he reached his peak, his body jerking in your arms.

You held him through it, stroking his back, your lips at his temple. He trembled against you, breath ragged, overwhelmed in the best way.

When he finally stilled, he looked at you—wide-eyed, stunned, and glowing.

“I—I didn’t last long,” he said, voice cracking.

You smiled, brushing the hair from his forehead. “You were perfect.”

Tsukishima stretched out beside you both, propping his head on one arm. “You’ll get better with practice,” he said dryly.

Yamaguchi shot him a glare, but there was no real bite behind it. Just gratitude. Relief. Maybe even pride.

You lay between them, skin warm, body humming, and you could feel the shift in the air—something new, something fragile and sweet blooming in the afterglow

You lay tangled between them, skin warm and heart steady, feeling the quiet weight of something new settling in the silence. Maybe it started as a lesson—but it ended as something neither of you wanted to unlearn.