Haikyuu Boys As Campus Crushes

— haikyuu boys as campus crushes

(gn!reader) | iwaizumi, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, suna, sakusa

note from nia: my classes got moved online until the end of february so i will live vicariously through my own writing! </3 (not proofread lolol)

✧* IWAIZUMI bumps into you after leaving the gym causing your notebooks to fall and drink to spill. he mutters a curse before apologizing and bending down, offering to buy you something at the café nearby that he likes. your hands brush against each other while you reach for the same stray paper, and if you weren't so flustered maybe you would have noticed the pink dusting his own cheeks. he makes small talk on your way there, asking for your name and where you were headed, telling you about his classes and how his workout went. he pays for your drink and seems unsure of what to do after handing it to you. having mercy (and not wanting to take up more of his time), you thank him and he offers another apology before starting to leave. when you joke and say "hope you don't run into anybody else. don't want to spend more money, do you?" he blinks before laughing, "yeah, guess so. wasn't too bad meeting you, though." you can't help walking by the gym the next day, hoping to catch him on his way out again.

✧* BOKUTO isn't hard to spot at the main quad. it's the beginning of the year club fair and he's charming everyone who walks by, despite any lack of initial interest. you aren't an exception, you realize, when he spots you and flashes a big grin, "hey! d'you wanna hear about the volleyball club?" he tells you the basics and boasts about how good they are, how hard he's been training himself. he even offers to spike a ball for you, backing up into a bigger area with another player. everyone around claps after he hits the ball with ease, but he turns to you for your reaction first. his friend pokes him, a signal that he's been talking to you long enough, and he pouts a little before realizing he did have a job to do. "i—we'd love to see you at tryouts!" he says. when you show up, maybe not for the club, but to see a specific white and black haired player, the same smile reaches his face as he jogs over. you're not sure if his flushed face is because of warm-ups or something else.

✧* AKAASHI is the well-dressed guy sitting by the window of a coffee shop, notes strewn in front of him and fingers typing away. he looks away from his screen and stretches, finally taking a break. as he glances around, he can't help but make eye contact with somebody at the table in front of him. his face flushes as you turn away and he decides the people walking outside are more interesting. but after a dozen more glances, a few close calls of being caught, 20 minutes of overthinking, and a text from his friend saying "GO TALK TO THEM!!! >:(", he starts shifting to get out of his seat—all before his heart drop as he watches you get up to leave. he keeps coming back, about to accept he'll never have another chance until he spots you a few days later. when you get back from a washroom break you notice a sticky note next to your drink with a phone number, user, and smiley face scribbled down. you look around and see the same cute guy from before watching your reaction, blushing then scribbling notes down a few seats away.

✧* ATSUMU is the guy who sneaks into class just late enough to have missed the first slide of notes, sliding into the empty seat next to you. he wouldn't have been so loud if it wasn't just the prof speaking, his noisy jacket, and backpack hitting the floor. he sheepishly taps on your desk to get your attention, holding a laptop charger for you to plug in. you think that'll be your last interaction for a while until you watch him start up a game (valorant, probably) and take out a bag of gummies. he's chewing on one when he notices you looking from the corner of his eye and he turns the bag so you can grab one. you spend the rest of the lecture switching between trying to pay attention to the professor and holding in your laugh as he dies again. he sends a joking glare your way and hastily switches to a tab to write "do YOU wanna try then??" in the search bar. you're pretty sure everyone around you turned when he snorts at your panicked rejection. after class ends and you pass his charger, he doesn't forget to turn around and say "see ya next class!"

✧* SUNA replies to your question in the class discord about a project due date. he makes a comment about the prof's bad teaching style in the safest way possible to avoid getting in trouble, sending a friend request after you laugh and agree. as soon as you accept, he dm's and says "our prof is complete ass lmao." instead of dropping the class you make a deal to stay and get a good grade purely out of spite—the loser would buy lunch at the end of the semester. you become each other's class life lines. the semester's filled with complaining, loopy 2am conversations, working through questions, secret looks when the prof said something incoherent, and high-fives. the first time you decide to sit together, you didn't expect him to be that attractive when he poked your shoulder and you turned around, though you can't really complain. he sends "😐🖕" when you get your final grades then immediately asks when to meet up. you have a sneaking feeling he tried harder with his outfit than usual, but he just teasingly sighs, "i guess i owe you a lunch?"

✧* SAKUSA sits alone at the last table with free seats in the library during finals season. he watches you pace around, trying to find an empty spot with no luck. he stares until you look in his direction then moves his things out of the way for you to take a seat diagonal from him—it's far enough that you won't bother each other, he thinks. you whisper a small "thank you" while placing your things down and he nods before returning to his project. his thought was proven to be wrong three times. once when you excuse yourself to plug in your phone by the port next to him, another time when his pencil accidentally rolls against your things and he mutters an apology, and a third when you both look up and at each other at the same time. you offer an awkward but sincere smile, and his eyes widen before he clears his throat and looks away. despite it all, he's at the same table the next day, and he moves his things again when you walk towards him.

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“fuck, she’s so pretty.”

yuuji’s eyes light warm as he spreads your cunt apart with his thumbs. he watches pink muscle clench, pretty, creamy slick ooze and web over your hole and his mouth waters. his tongue’s hanging out before he realizes, breath fanning across your hole before he delves into you again, only to pull back and sedate your needy cunt with an unfulfilling kiss to your clit.

“can i put the tip in, baby?”

his eyes twinkle up at you and even in your right mind you can’t say no. he clambers up your body, kissing and nipping your thighs and calves as he guides your legs over his shoulders. his bulbous tip presses hot up against your soft lips and he hisses, mouth meeting yours for a sloppy, spitty kiss.

“just the tip, promise.”

he’s reassuring, forehead against yours while his fat tip presses in and stretches. your mouths open together, bottom lips trembling, feeling of your soft, gummy walls around him making your toes curl. his hips struggle as they pull back and push forward, faint, sloppy pop of your soaked pussy making him groan.

“yuuji,” you whimper and his teeth grit. “yuuji, yuuji, yuu-!“

“‘s good huh, baby?” he slurs with a sloppy kiss to your open mouth. “feels good, all tight ‘n perfect ‘n soft for me.”

“uh huh,” your whimper is broken as his hands push your knees backwards. “‘s big, yuuji.”

“‘s big?” he huffs.

“uh huh.” you sigh, brows drawn. “gimme the rest.”

he looks up at you. sweat beads on his forehead and dots across his upper lip. he swallows, blunt nails gripping into your thighs.

“the rest?” he feels dizzy. “are you sure, princess?”

“please.” your broken little cry tears away at any self restraint he tried to maintain. “need it, yuu. give it t’me.”

he stills. for a second, one split second you think you’ve done something wrong. your eyes open, glossy and painted in confusion and your mouth parts to ask him why’d he stop but the words die in your throat along with any other thought in your head for the foreseeable future. his fat cock slides in one long, deep, full stroke, splitting you at your seam until your cunt’s so overwhelmed that it convulses right then and there and you’re forced to cum prematurely around him. his eyes look down at you in wild wonder, mercy devoid, restraint long gone.

“i hope you can take it, princess.” his hands tighten on you. “‘cause i’m not sure if i can hold back anymore. ‘m gonna make you give me another one, this time make it pretty for me.”

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yuta who likes to take ur hand and have you feel how hard you make him, sweetly reminding you “see baby, look what you do to me. ‘s all yours” before proceeding to mould your walls to the shape of his cock </3

yuta who almost exclusively refers to his cock as your cock </3

yuta who likes to let you suck on his fingers as he fucks into you. sometimes you’re able to feel his ring tracing your lips when he decides to be a little crueler, unexpectedly shoving his fingers further inside your throat just to hear you whine </3

yuta who fucks you stupid but makes sure his words are always so gentle, even as he’s telling you how dumb you look drooling at the end of his cock his words are dripping with honey </3

yuta who physically has to restrain himself when he hears you whining that he’s too big. he knows you can take it, you always take him so well, but he can’t help but take advantage of the opportunity to tease you just a little bit. he’ll fuck you with barely half of his cock till you finally ask for more, kissing your tears away as he apologies for being mean (he is absolutely not sorry) (okay maybe just a little bit) </3

You Look Just Like a Dream…

… the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen

Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

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“Sometimes, I look at you and I think, ‘wow, I can’t believe you’re real,’ y’know?”

You pause, turning away from the tv to find him already gazing at you; watching you as someone who had never seen the sky would watch the sunset.

It was rare for him to say things like that, so affectionate and sweet. Iwaizumi had always been on the shyer side, the type that struggles with communicating how he truly feels. To you, it was an endearing trait, how he stumbled and fumbled, and flustered over such small little things to the point he could barely get anything to fall from his mouth.

Of course, you knew he loved you, it was something he showed you every day: periodic texts throughout the day reminding you to eat, making your favourite food on bad days, doing your laundry when you didn’t have the time, coming home with small gifts that he knew you would like. The list is endless. Iwaizumi was amazing at showing you how much he loved you… but hearing it… hearing it when you knew how hard vulnerability was for him? Fuck, it set you alight; something that should very much be considered a natural wonder of the world.

Smiling up at him from where you were nestled into his chest, you kiss the underside of his jaw before mumbling, “why thank you, baby. What brought this on?”

He sighs, closing his eyes bashfully as he lightly glides his hand up and down your spine, “I just think you’re beautiful, on the inside and out, so beautiful that it almost seems impossible” — he takes a stuttered breath, to calm himself down from the rambling — “and well beautiful people deserve to know that they’re beautiful... but only if they’re you.”

Giggling at the way his words practically tickle your heart, you quickly straddle his lap, littering soft pecks across his pretty face. He groans at the onslaught of affection, exasperated as his hands fall tight on your waist, but you can see the faint hints of a smile as you continue kissing his sun-kissed skin. You knew what he meant by that, how he felt he didn’t tell you how much he cared enough — it was a ruthless insecurity of his stemming from times where people said he was unapproachable and rude. It was a shame he felt as though he was somehow not loving enough, especially when loving was all Hajime ever was. It wasn’t his fault that his way of doing so was just unique outside of the movies.

Breaking away, slightly breathless, you stare deeply into his eyes and try your best to count all the flecks of gold as you state, “you’re beautiful too, Hajime Iwaizumi, the most prettiest, most beautifulest, most handsomest man I have ever seen.”

And it was the truth, you meant every single word. In fact, there were perhaps not enough words to describe just how perfect he was to you, never enough for you to say — although you would make sure that he would hear every last one, for the rest of your lives together. After all, you were lucky to have him by your side, even though he would deny it, claiming that the lucky one was him instead.

There was just something about him that was so irreplaceable, so utterly unique, like a work of art. He was gorgeous, there was no denying that because Hajime looked like a dream… but it was his personality that seemed as though it was formed from pure stardust; fiery, hot, and admired for all the magic it held.

Booping your nose, Iwa raises an eyebrow teasingly, “hmm, you think so? Even more handsome than Chris Evans?”

A soft smile takes over your face, so full of love — a love that you could only ever feel with the man before you. Stroking his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, you place a gentle kiss to his lips before saying, “even more handsome than Chris Evans, baby.”

There was never a competition. Iwa never had to worry about other people, even Chris Evans, because he was all you ever wanted; with his determination, cute frown, and godzilla obsession, Hajime Iwaizumi was a dream come true.

Leaning down, you kiss along his face until you reach his right ear before dramatically whispering, “though keep this between us when I say that I think you have better arms than him anyway.”

His laugh that follows is pure and sweet, the prettiest sound you have ever heard in your life. It floods your apartment, decorating every room and open space with happiness. You loved his laugh, you wish you could hear it more often.

Once he calms, Iwaizumi smiles dopily at you — mirroring your own smile you imagine — before shaking his head, “ok, baby. If Chris Evans ever asks I’ll say nothing about how you prefer my arms to his.”

“Hmm, good. Can’t have him knowing the truth, Haji. He’d be absolutely heartbroken.”

And as you watch the joy dance across his face, you cannot help but think that never have you been more in love than now, with Hajime Iwaizumi — the most beautiful, most prettiest, and most handsome man you have ever seen.