Play Ball Zine Collection
Play Ball: A Haikyuu NSFW Anthology is a writer-centric fanzine, featuring NSFW fanfiction and fanart depicting the adult lives and relationships of the characters in Haikyuu!! This collection contains the fan-works from the zine.
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“You ready?” Hinata asks, pausing just above Oikawa’s navel. Lit from behind, a soft glow emanates from around his form as he waits for Oikawa’s answer. Oikawa has never shied away from meeting Hinata with reverence, but here, in the singularity that is their bedroom, he is something akin to a god all on his own.
Oikawa swallows, and nods his head. “Yes,” he rasps, already halfway gone.
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Or, Oikawa lets Hinata take the lead for the first time.
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"Kageyama Tobio," Wakatoshi said. In the seat across from him, his setter looked up from where he'd been glaring at the menu. "I should inform you—I invited you to dinner in order to seduce you."
"Oh," Kageyama said. He folded the menu to give Wakatoshi his full attention. It reminded Wakatoshi of the moments just before he decided who to toss to during a game. "Thank you for telling me."
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No one is more surprised than Ushijima and Kageyama to realize that they are, in fact, dating.
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“Deeper,” Ushijima finally caves, driven half-mad by the smooth slide of Oikawa’s girth against his inner walls and gentle fingers teasing at his balls in featherlight touches. “Fuck me deeper.”
He wants to debauch him. He wants to see Ushijima quiver and fold like a petal in the palm of his hand, wants to corrupt Ushijima’s impeccable composure and make profanity spill from those thin, polite lips that had stretched around his cock so prettily less than half an hour ago.
“That's right. Now be good and say please.”
Series
- Part 6 of stormy waters [an ushioi collection]
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The toss, the run, the spike-serve at the end of it all—Sakusa sees it happen in perfect clarity as if time has slowed and his vision narrows to the center where just Miya exists, all powerful muscle and extraordinary skill and that air of confidence.
Sakusa isn’t one of the best receivers in the league for no reason, so his body moves on muscle memory, forearms absorbing the sting of the hit. It’s not enough. But his eyes are still on Miya—on the way his shorts ride up his muscular thighs as he lands, on the bead of sweat dripping down his forehead, on the clench of his fist thrust into the air—when the ball ricochets out of bounds.
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Atsumu stays late at practices to work on his new third serve, even when his frustration with it starts throwing off the rest of his game. Sakusa notices and starts hanging back to secretly watch him from the gym doors. He’s fascinated with Atsumu's determination... and more than a little turned on by it, too.
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“Can you,” Kuroo swallows, eyes going hazy. “Say it again?”
“You’re kidding,” Daishou sneers, reaching up to cup Kuroo’s face in his hand, teasing his thumb against the edge of his bottom lip, pulling it down until Kuroo is open-mouthed and panting. He’s only just come, but he feels himself go hard instantly, so aroused he’s almost dizzy with it. “God, you’re disgusting. Slut.”
A shiver runs down Kuroo’s spine, violent enough that Daishou can feel it roil through him. His eyelashes flutter dangerously, eyes warm as honey.
“Yeah,” he breathes. “That’ll do it.”
Or, Daishou and Kuroo attempt to make nice.