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kyovtani · 3 years

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there you go, pet — oikawa tooru

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⊹ pairing: Oikawa Tooru x female reader

⊹ genre: smut; established relationship!AU, mafia leader!Oikawa, mafia!AU

⊹ word count: 10.1k

⊹ warnings: swearing, mentions of death/murder, blood and kn*ves and g*ns/w*apons, illegal actions such as dr*g trafficking and vi*lence; pet play, ddlg (daddy dom-little girl) dynamics, corruption kink (if you squint), dirty talk and (heavy) degradation, dumbification, mocking and teasing, choking, soft to mean hard dom!Oikawa, bratty crybaby!reader, size kink, squirting, overstimulation, fucking with no prep, impreg kink, (! knife & blood play !, heavy marking: there will be an extra warning right before the c#rving scene begins so you can skip it if you want to!), punishment

⊹ summary: After feeling neglected by your pretty faced, mafia husband, you decide to pay him a little visit at his office. (i hate summaries ok sue me)

“We‘re here, ma‘am”, your driver‘s deep voice pulls you out of your thoughts and with a soft shake of your head, you let your eyes roam over the strong features of the male and nod.

With your heart heavy in your chest, mind an absolute chaos of anxious thoughts, doubts and emotions and your body absolutely drained, mentally as well as physically, you wait for one of the tall bodyguards to open your door.

You thank the guard with an appreciative smile as you step out of the expensive car, regretting your choice of clothing yet again. Your eyes fly over the row of tall males, standing in front of the main building dressed in their dark suits with a bunch of expensive, black cars parked on the sides, you feel incredibly out of place with your little, white dress.

However, all of this – is nothing you‘re not used to.

After all you‘ve been with Oikawa for over five years, two of them married, and at this point the heavy contrast between the literal darkness of your lover's job and everyone and everything associated with it and your “aesthetic” was the first thing you‘d noticed all those years ago.

As you approach the big house which builds the main point of Oikawa‘s organization, you feel yourself growing a little less tense, just the thought of him and his soft touch making it easy for you to calm down.

And just like every single time, you find yourself getting lost in the memory of the first time you walked through those dark halls, Oikawa right by your side as two of his best men lead the way. The usually so calm and collected leader nervously playing with his favorite pocket knife while accompanying you to his office.

You quickly remember just how anxious yet calm Oikawa was when he had first told you about his occupation or how he likes to put it — his lifestyle.

To see the confident and powerful male so nervous and tense has definitely gained a temporary place in your memory and to this day you still tease him with it whenever the two of you get nostalgic over a couple glasses of wine and start talking about the past.

When you first met Oikawa Tooru, you definitely expected a few things. His expensive, dark suits, the what felt like ten bodyguards surrounding him, the dark lines covering the back of his neck, as well as his hands all the way from the fingertips to the wrists and of course the little weapons he oh so casually likes to pull out whenever he‘s talking to someone on the phone. All those factors had managed to create a picture of him inside of your head and no matter how hard you tried to, you couldn’t just ignore them. For you, he should have been just another regular at the coffee shop you used to work at back in your senior year of college but he quickly became your very own, favorite regular.

It started off with cute little jokes whenever he ordered his drink, those turning into short small talks until Oikawa had finally gathered the courage to ask for your number after almost three months of silence, yet rather unsubtly admiring you from afar.

At first, you hesitated. You reminded yourself of all those little details about him, as well as the things your colleagues and friends had told you about the pretty faced leader with a reputation you had no idea what to think of.

But, at the end of the day you gave him your number after shoving all those thoughts and reminders out of your head and focusing on the way he made you feel oh so special by looking at you with those soft, brown eyes as if you were holding the world in your hands.

And to your surprise, Oikawa did not even make a big secret out of his profession.

“I am the leader of Japan’s biggest mafia organization, Y/N”, were the exact words he had used when you asked him about it.

To this day, you have no idea what, how or why but you fell for Oikawa Tooru and so hard – you quickly overlooked the fact that he could have your whole family killed by making just one single call.

Adjusting to Oikawa’s – lifestyle, has never been easy for you. You are, after everything, just a communication major who moved to Tokyo for university in hopes of escaping the repetitive life in your small hometown. Getting used to having a rich, powerful boyfriend who not only loves and adores you with his whole heart but also spoils you with gifts such as lingerie and jewelry as expensive as a whole car was definitely a challenge.

And today, five years later and even getting married to the powerful leader, you‘ve gotten used to your role as his wife but still struggle to accept his gifts. The fear of him thinking you‘re just with him for his money or power is something you‘ve been trying to avoid as best as you could.

To say that your life, including the people involved, has changed in the time span of a year after you started seeing Oikawa, is definitely an understatement. You‘ve lost quite a few of your friends because of him and as sad as it may sound, you weren‘t really upset about it.

You know what kind of things he does and what his position is but you couldn‘t care less about it because he literally is an absolute angel to you. Oikawa always makes sure to come home to you after a long day because after seeing men dressed in all black and doing all those things the whole day, it feels like the sight of you in your cute little pajamas or even just you in one of his (white dress) shirts is what keeps him sane and gives him a reason to believe that there are still good people.

Everyone in that scene, literally everyone knows who you‘re with, whose last name you carry, so every time you come to the main building of his organization, no one even dares to lift their gazes because they know Oikawa gets mad when someone looks at his baby the wrong way.

You finally come to stand in front of the big door to your husband‘s office, two of his personal bodyguards standing right in front of it, faces almost completely hidden by black face masks and sunglasses.

“Hello, Ma‘am”, Kindaichi begins, “Oikawa-san is in a – meeting right now which is why we can‘t let you in just yet. Do you want us to bring you something to drink while you wait?”, he offers politely, his words well chosen since none of the males are allowed to tell you about anything that goes on in Oikawa‘s office.

And even though you do get quite curious, you trust your husband and know that he isn‘t telling you about certain things regarding his job, not because he wants to have secrets but rather because the less you know the better.

“May I ask who‘s in there with him?”, you reply softly, pulling at your fingers as you slowly start growing slightly anxious.

“Iwaizumi-san, Matsukawa-san and a guy named Sawamura. Yahaba-san will be joining them soon, too”, this time it‘s Kyoutani who responds to you and with a soft sigh you just nod at them and move towards the little couch right next to the big doors.

“He did what? And you‘re telling me that now? Thank you for nothing”, and on cue, the tensed voice of Yahaba, one of Oikawa’s best men, fills the empty hallway, the annoyance as evident in his words as usual.

“Yeah, I‘m at his door right now and – oh, hello, ma’am”, Yahaba says, a soft smile on his lips as he politely bows at you before he ends his phone call and nods at the two bodyguards.

Without even thinking about it, you try to catch a glimpse of your husband when the two males open the door for Yahaba and to your luck you‘re met with the sight of Oikawa standing directly in your field of vision and of course you let your gaze roam the image put on display for your hungry eyes.

At this point you shouldn‘t let him get to you like this but there‘s just something so mouthwateringly attractive about the way his dress shirt is hugging his strong arms as well as his shoulders so perfectly, his muscles straining against the fabric with every single movement. You‘re surprised to see that Oikawa hasn‘t gotten rid of the vest as well as the tie since that‘s what he usually does whenever the days at the office are too long but you definitely cannot get yourself to complain.

Just as your gaze is about to drop a little bit lower to take in the sight of his strong thighs, you hear your name being called by one of the other males.

You lift your head and let your eyes find the soft gaze of your husband, eyebrows arched in surprise as his smile slowly starts getting bigger and bigger.

“How long has she been waiting? Didn’t I tell you to not make her wait, even if I’m busy?”, Oikawa rambles, his demeanor almost the exact opposite to the one you‘re used to and you can‘t help but feel bad for the two bodyguards.

“It‘s okay”, you say and stand up from the couch before you walk past Kyoutani with a soft smile of gratitude, “it‘s not even been five minutes.”

“Baby…”, Oikawa sighs, lifting his arm to pull you into a hug only to stop himself from actually doing it when you come to stand in front of him.

And just when you‘re about to pout at him for refusing to touch you, your attention shifts to the mess on his expensive dress shirt. In the exact same moment, the heavy smell of copper fills your nose and you feel a shiver run down your spine.

“I‘m- uhm-”, Oikawa gulps harshly and runs one of his tattooed hands through his messy hair, “things got a bit messier than I expected.”

You instinctively let your eyes roam the rest of his body, looking for more blood stains, your brain easily calming you down as you keep telling yourself that it‘s okay as long as it‘s not his own blood. The thought of him in pain cutting into your chest like sharp knives and after taking a deep breath, you lift your head again and look at your husband.

The intense stares of his clients in your sides slowly start making you uncomfortable and if it wasn’t for the dead body laying next to your husband’s big desk, you’d let your mind go crazy over those exact stares.

“I think that‘s where we are supposed to leave, huh?”, Matsukawa, one of Oikawa‘s three partners, says with a soft smile on his handsome face, closing the button of his dark suit as he stands up.

“We have to talk about this, guys”, Yahaba replies, irritation evident in his facial expressions.

“Yahaba”, your husband‘s best friend and second partner, Iwaizumi Hajime, intervenes calmly, his strong gaze focused on the blonde, “we can talk about this tomorrow. Kawa took care of it and Daishou has already accepted our offer. There’s literally no need to stress about this.”

“Besides”, Oikawa continues, nervously rubbing the underside of his nose, a habit from his childhood he has yet to get rid of, “I told you what I had in mind and your plan would have been nothing but a waste of time. We had to get rid of the fucker, right? So I sliced his fucking throat and sent a picture to his bastard of a boss. I got the job done and that‘s all that matters”, your husband hisses, visibly upset over the younger one’s reaction. You know Oikawa well enough by now to know that the reason behind his reaction is because he‘s convinced Yahaba doesn‘t trust him as a leader.

“Oikawa-san, it‘s just-”, “Enough, Yahaba”, Iwaizumi quickly interrupts him, a loud sigh falling past his lips before he gives you a quick hug and a soft kiss on the forehead, “let‘s just go. Today‘s been a big one, let‘s give him some time with his wife and talk about the details – and your attitude tomorrow.”

As you give Matsukawa a little hug as well, your husband lets himself fall onto his big chair, downing the rest of his whiskey in one go.

Once all the clients, old men dressed in dark suits with prying gazes and expensive jewelry all over the wrists and fingers, have left, Kyoutani closes the door again and after take a quick look at Oikawa, who‘s busy refilling his glass, you turn the key to lock the door.

“Come here, baby”, Oikawa sighs and throws his gun onto his desk, his free hand reaching for you and with a soft little chuckle you make your way to him to make yourself comfortable on his lap.

"I missed you so much, Daddy", you whisper against his plump lips and let your fingers find home in his brown curls, "couldn‘t wait any longer, I‘m sorry for interrupting your work."

Oikawa looks at you like you‘re holding his whole world, his eyes roaming your pretty features before he grabs your hand and pulls it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the ring he gave you when he asked you to become his wife almost two years ago.

“My beautiful baby", he sighs and smiles, "you know you can always visit me, I’m actually glad you did. Daddy‘s been having a rough day, you know?", he explains to you and as if he pushed just the right button, your ears perk up and you look at him like a lost bunny.

"Why, daddy?", you mumble and move your body to straddle his lap, a soft sigh leaving your lips which you skillfully distract him from by caressing his cheek.

"My father wants me to do something for a deal with a potential partner but I can‘t and won‘t do it and he‘s been a pain the whole day. He keeps acting like he‘s the one in charge when he has nothing to say", Tooru rambles, your presence the only one he feels one hundred percent comfortable in which makes it so easy for him to just let go.

He knows that sometimes you don‘t really understand what he‘s talking about but regardless of that, he appreciates the way you always calm him down and give him the reassurance he wants, craves and needs.

"He wants you to divorce me and marry the partner‘s daughter", you say shyly, your chest heavy at the thought of your husband with another woman and if it wasn‘t for the feeling of his strong hands on your waist, you would have lost yourself in the dark hole of anxiety yet again.

"Wait- how do you know?", your husband asks you, the shock written all over his face and you know it‘s because he wanted to keep this a secret to protect you from getting your heart broken but of course the gossip loving maids did not even try to keep quiet as they talked about it in the kitchen even though they were very much aware of your presence in the house.

"You s-should do it", you just reply, your voice a mere whisper the heavier the feeling on your chest becomes; the lack of oxygen drives you absolutely crazy. Oikawa furrows his brows at your words, his grip on your waist tightening slightly as if he was scared you‘d slip away if he didn‘t hold you tight enough.

You feel the tears slowly stream down your cheeks, leaving a burning trail behind them the more you imagine your own husband with a faceless female.

"I heard your men talk about how this is one of the best deals you will ever get and I-", you take a deep breath and finally get yourself to meet his eyes again, "don‘t want you to miss out on this because of me. She's so much more useful for your business than I am. I am sure people will actually take her seriously because she‘s going to do something. Not like me who‘s basically just your arm candy, not even a pretty one at that", your voice breaks at the end of your sentence and with a soft sob you bury your face in your hands, feeling yourself slip into the haze of your anxiety and all those dark thoughts.

Oikawa gulps harshly; his heart shattering into thousands of pieces at the sight of his wife breaking down like this. He knows how much you struggle to feel accepted and welcomed by his people and the fact that they willingly talk about such things, knowing there‘s the possibility of you hearing them, makes his blood boil. If it wasn‘t for his primary urge to protect you from everyone and everything, he would have taken care of them first. But you‘re more important. Always and forever.

"Bunny", he whispers and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, his strong, tattoo clad fingers wrapping around your wrists as he calmly pulls your hands away from your face, "look at me, please. Come on, be good for Daddy."

You let out a shaky sigh and open your eyes, your bottom lip quivering and the urge to curl yourself up and cry for hours intensifies the more you think about him with someone else.

"I‘m so in love with you", he sighs and takes your face into his big hands, "my beautiful, innocent angel girl."

You feel yourself slowly calming down again as Tooru‘s deep voice and his words find their way through the thick haze surrounding your heart.

"D-Daddy", you stutter, your grip on his expensive dress shirt tightening, "I just love you so much. I don't want you to make any bad decisions because of m-me. I‘m not even worth it."

"Hey hey, now, don’t say that", Oikawa grunts and lifts your head up again, his warm, love filled gaze meeting yours, "baby, you‘re my everything. I would literally fight the whole world for you. And you know I could do it so don‘t try me!”

You chuckle softly because as much as you wanted to, you couldn‘t deny that your husband indeed had such power to do something like that.

"It‘s a good deal but it‘s not worth the price I‘d have to pay”, he sighs, nibbling at your bottom lip before he smirks at the way you gasp for air, “there‘s nothing and no one in this world who could make me leave you. Except for you, my love. The only time I will actually let you go is when you look at me and tell me you want to leave me. I won‘t ever force you to stay with me, you know that. So don‘t ever worry about things like this, okay?”

After a rather short inner battle whether or not to dig further into this, you end up nodding softly, not wanting to make a big deal out of something which is absolutely not worth the headache. Especially because of Oikawa’s current mood; the exhaustion and lack of rest are quite present in his astonishingly handsome facial expressions.

“Mmh”, Oikawa hums, breaking the comfortable silence as he softly caresses your thigh with his ring clad hand, the cold metal of his accessories against your heated skin making you even more sensitive to his touch, “Daddy’s been thinking about his pretty little baby all day long, did you know that?”, he mumbles against the skin of your neck, his deep, raspy and arousal filled voice sending sparks right into your core and with an almost inaudible whimper, you tighten your grip on his hair.

“R–Really?”, you whisper softly, your breath hitching in your throat when Oikawa suddenly pulls the skin of your neck in between his teeth, making it way too easy for you to ruin your panties. You feel his semi–hard cock pressing against your clothed cunt, the tip comfortably snuggled right against your clit and you know you’d just have to move your hips to grind yourself against it and get rid of some of the pressure in your core.

But Oikawa is very well aware of it, too, which is why he makes sure to tightly grip your hips and keep you in place.

“Of course, baby”, he replies and starts sucking on your neck, shifting a little in his seat to rub the thick tip of his cock right against your clit; eliciting a row of soft whimpers from you just like expected, “you and your tight little pussy are the only thing on my mind, don’t you know?”

"P-Please, Daddy", you whisper, your heart brutally slamming against your rib cage as you dig your fingers into Oikawa’s broad shoulders, your whole body falling into some kind of trance the thicker the veil of arousal clouding your brain becomes.

"Atta bunny", he sighs and leans back with a soft sigh falling past those plump lips and for some reason, the way he pulls the soft flesh in between his teeth easily elicits a single whimper from your throat, "tell me what you want, come on. Use your big girl words for Daddy ", your husband encourages you and caresses your naked thighs with his thumbs; his delicate touch drives you mad to the point of insanity.

Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of his thick, hard cock so firmly pressed against your drenched flesh and you feel yourself slowly growing incredibly impatient.

“Why do I always have to say it, Daddy?”, you pout and cross your arms in front of your chest, looking at Oikawa with your eyes gleaming with frustration.

A loud scoff leaves his lips now, followed by a mocking chuckle and his eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head. You nervously watch the way Oikawa lets his tongue graze over the inside of his cheek, something he usually does when he’s running low on patience, basically letting you know that he won’t be keeping up with your wannabe-brattiness too much longer.

“Look, bunny”, he begins and takes your face into his hands, “I’ve had a really long day and all I could think about is burying my cock in your tight cunt and stuff you to the brim with my cum. I’m not in the mood for games. And that’s why I’m going to give you two choices to choose from, yeah?”, you nod softly, gulping harshly and letting out a soft yelp when he suddenly stands up, his strong fingers digging into the cheeks of your ass before Oikawa places you on his big desk.

Oikawa doesn’t even bat an eyelash as he hooks his thumbs underneath the waistband of your panties and calmly pulls them down your legs, the wet patch from your arousal a lot bigger than you expected and you can’t help but whimper in embarrassment at your own arousal. The realization makes you bury your face in your hands to avoid any form of eye contact with the mafia leader.

“No need to be shy, bunny”, Oikawa sighs and takes his vest off, the heavy smell of blood making it hard for him to focus properly, “you act like I don’t know how wet this little pussy gets whenever Daddy’s around.”

You whine at his words, the slight tone of mockery and humiliation in them making you clench around nothing like crazy and you hate the way you can feel your arousal slowly dripping down your inner thighs and onto the desk.

“So”, he casually says, also unbuttoning his blood stained dress shirt, revealing his strong torso to your hungry eyes and you almost instinctively lift your hand to let your fingers graze over the dark lines adorning the skin of his chest, “you can either drop that bratty attitude now, let me fuck you and actually make you cum. Or you keep that fucking attitude and I will fuck my fist and cum all over that pretty pussy of yours. The choice is yours, bunny.”

As you process his words, a soft jolt of panic overwhelms you and without missing a beat you reach for his hands to stop him from opening his belt, looking up at him with pleading eyes before you swallow down the tears of frustration and whisper, “I’ll be good for you, Daddy, I promise. I’m sorry for being a brat.”

“That’s my girl”, Oikawa hums and gives you a soft kiss on the forehead before he takes your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger. And as if it’s the only thing you know, you part your lips and look at Oikawa expectantly.

You smile when he starts chuckling softly, loving the way you seem to make him happy again after trying him with your (failed) attempt on being a brat.

“What do you want me to do, bunny?”, he asks, obviously trying to see if you‘re going to behave now and with a soft sigh you take a deep breath and look right into his eyes.

“I want you to spit in my mouth, Daddy”, you breathe, “pretty please.”

“Look at my good girl”, Oikawa cooes in response, an almost devilish smirk grazing his pretty lips, “so well mannered and sweet, just how I like it.”

At his soft praise, you can’t help but press your thighs together, the feeling of your cunt continuously clenching around nothing making it a lot harder for you to focus on the feeling of Oikawa’s big hand cupping the flesh of your tit.

“Tsk”, Oikawa suddenly presses through gritted teeth, his hand leaving your body and making you whimper in response to the lack of touch and just as you’re about to mumble an apology, he pulls your chin down and spits right onto your tongue with a loud sound. You hum at the way his saliva slowly but surely starts coating the hot muscle in your mouth, his taste sending jolts of warmth into your core.

Without averting your gaze from his, you swallow his spit, loving the way you can see the pride sparkling in Oikawa’s eyes and as the urge to please him even more overwhelms you, you open your mouth yet again, wordlessly asking for more.

⊹ the knife play part begins here !! warning: blood, intense/heavy marking ⊹

And just when you’re about to ask for it, you feel something sharp poking against your cheek, sending ice cold shivers down your spine.

“It’s all healed now, right?”, he whispers against your lips, grazing the tip of his knife down your cheek and along your jawline. Softly, so softly, you can barely feel it, yet the amount of excitement running through your veins has your head spinning.

Oikawa lets his hand slowly wander down your body right in between your legs, his rough fingertips grazing over the now barely existent mark he had left on your inner thigh a while ago.

You gulp harshly, his hand so, so close to where you need him the most yet so far away and in combination with the sharp tip of Oikawa‘s favorite knife, a golden wharncliffe blade with your name on both sides, slowly running over the flesh of your bottom lip, you can‘t help but grow even needier.

Your husband using his favorites on you isn‘t something new to you, not at all. Pretty early into your relationship, Oikawa told you about the way he grows incredibly aroused at the sight of skin breaking and blood dripping down the wound and even though you used to be scared, you‘ve grown more than just used to it and even crave it yourself.

The pain, the intimacy and trust as well as the fact that you‘re literally carrying him in and on your skin is something you‘ve learned to love a lot more than you would have ever expected.

“Y-Yes, Daddy”, you whisper and try your best to not press your thighs together as the pressure on your cunt grows worse and worse the more time passes.

“I think it‘s time I go over it again, hm?”, Oikawa teases, letting himself fall onto his chair before he pushes your skirt even further up your waist, putting your drenched cunt on full display for his own eyes and the groan he lets out rings in your ears; leaves you clenching like crazy just like that.

“Please, Daddy”, you whine and feel yourself getting a little more frustrated, especially when Oikawa casually starts playing with the expensive blade in his hand as he leans back in his chair.

“You‘re a little too needy for my liking, bunny”, he sighs, arousal filled eyes devouring you alive and your husband being more than just calm despite the now huge bulge in his pants, which makes it even more difficult for you to keep it together.

The thought of having him balls deep buried inside of you taking over your mind as your body craves the feeling of being filled to the brim by the one you love the most.

“Do you just – sit at home and think about my cock the whole time or why the fuck are you whining and whimpering like a cockhungry slut, hm?”, he suddenly hisses, his voice dropping a whole octave as he scoots closer with his chair and pushes your legs a little further apart, eliciting a surprised yelp followed by a soft moan from you.

You try to think of words, of anything but Oikawa‘s face so close to your cunt, the smell of your arousal quite present to you which means it‘s even heavier for him and the urge to just grab a fistful of his hair to push his face where you need him the most slowly starts overwhelming you.

“I just-”, you struggle to find the right words, wanting to satisfy him with your response yet failing rather quickly because of the arousal clouding your brain, “I love your cock so much, Daddy. Want you to f-fuck me all day long”, you finally mumble, knowing Oikawa will definitely not like it but at this point you‘re happy you‘re getting at least a few words out.

“What a needy little whore you are”, he sighs rather less impressed, finally grabbing the back of your thigh and hoisting it over one of his shoulders, his burning gaze never once leaving yours as he puckers his plump lips and spits onto your already dripping folds, “it‘s pathetic.”

You whimper meekly in response, Oikawa‘s hot breath fanning your cunt and making your head spin like crazy.

“Who does this pussy belong to, bunny?”, you nervously watch the way your husband takes the blade into his right hand, his eyes focused on your face as he licks over the spot he usually uses to mark you; the last one he had given you barely visible anymore and you can’t deny just how much you‘ve missed having him on your skin like that.

“Oikawa Tooru”, you reply, knowing he wants you to say his name since it‘s what he always asks for before he does what he has to do.

And just as usual, shortly afterwards, the cold steel of his knife finds the hot, damp skin of your inner thigh, followed by a little sting and a loud, deep groan from Oikawa.

You let out a little yelp as the first jolts of pain rush through your body, making your eyes roll into the back of your head and you slowly but surely find yourself slipping into the space you‘ve been craving ever since you woke up to an empty bed.

“Fuck”, Oikawa hums, making sure to keep his eyes on you as he finishes the first letter just to see the heavy, arousal filled expression in your eyes. He finally had you just where he wanted you to be.

Usually it takes you around three letters until you grow rather numb to the painful sting of Oikawa’s very own way to claim you but this time you must have been even needier than usual; something your husband is absolutely obsessed with.

Not only does he love the way you‘re so willing to do whatever he says, but also the way you so easily put yourself into his hands; to know that you trust him with your whole heart to the point of letting go of any sort of control just like that, is what has Oikawa‘s cock throbbing and his heart doubling in its size.

“How are you feeling, bunny?”, he mumbles, letting his thumb graze over the next letter of his name, his breath hitching in his throat at the feeling of your blood covering his skin and the heavy, metallic smell lingering in his nose as he looks up at you, only to watch the way you let your head roll back slowly, a delightful sigh falling past your pretty lips.

“Feeling good…”, you mumble, your words slightly slurred and your eyes closed tightly, not seeing the way your current state has Oikawa smiling like crazy.

These are usually the moments where it takes the leader so, so much willpower not to drop his hard dom persona because you just look so beautiful like this.

Legs spread, cunt exposed to his devouring gaze, his name carved into your skin, blood dripping down the smooth surface of his very own, personal canvas and your tiny little sounds of pleasure filling his ears.

How is he supposed to stay the cold hearted, strict dom he loves to be when you‘re this perfect for him?

By the time he‘s finished his first name, your pussy is an absolute mess. Your juices drip onto his desk, the little puddle growing bigger every time your little hole starts clenching because of the sharp blade of Oikawa‘s favorite knife breaking the skin of your inner thigh.

“Let‘s save the last name for next time, hm? Or Daddy has to wait too long for it to heal again and-”, “Daddy does not like waiting”, you quickly finish his sentence, cocking your head to the side and letting your gaze fall to Oikawa‘s handsome face, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and swollen lips.

You watch it happen, yet it still happens too fast for you to comprehend properly.

Oikawa lifts his big, ring clad hand and lands a firm spank right onto your cunt; the sound of it ringing in your ears and echoing through the space of his office as the painful sting turns you into a mewling, whimpering mess.

“Where the fuck have you left your manners, huh? Interrupting me like that, you little whore”, he spits, gripping your jaw tightly before he drops the knife right next to you onto the table and slaps his palm against your swollen pussy one more time.

You feel another set of tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the waves of pain and pleasure seem to get way too much for your body to handle, especially after having to sit through the whole of his first name without making any sounds.

“I‘m- I‘m sorry, Daddy”, you sob, looking at Oikawa with pleading eyes, knowing only he can calm you down from the high of arousal, pain and the pure ecstasy of having let go of control completely.

From the corner of your eye you watch him reach for the knife with the steel of its blade covered in your own blood, the sight sending shivers down your spine in the best way possible.

Your whole body is at an ultimate high from the intensity of pleasure and pain as well as the feeling of being safe takes over every little bit of you.

“Take the dress off, let me see that pretty body of yours”, Oikawa replies simply, toying with the weapon in between his fingers before he leans back again and waits for you to do what you‘ve been told.

You’re quick to nod wordlessly, a deep, shaky breath falls past your lips as you take the hem of your little dress and start lifting the fabric up; your eyes never once leaving your husband‘s strong gaze.

– and ends here –

“Hurry the fuck up”, Oikawa suddenly barks, making you jump at the unexpected raise of his voice, a soft pout forming on your lips while you take off the dress completely, exposing your naked body to the leader‘s hungry eyes.

“Cut the pouting- God, what the fuck is up with you tonight? It‘s like you‘re asking for it”, he grunts with annoyance evident in his voice, his long, slim fingers playing with one of the golden shuriken blades Iwaizumi had gifted him for his birthday

You try your best to follow his orders, your whole body craving him and his touch, yet you can’t help the soft little sob that falls past your lips in response to his words.

“Angel girl”, Oikawa suddenly presses through gritted teeth, pulling himself closer to his desk to sit right in between your spread legs, “I told you I’m not in the mood for games. You either cut the crybaby shit or Daddy’s gonna use your cunt as a cumdump and nothing else.”

The threat is heavy, his voice so deep and filled with such intense arousal, you can’t stop your pussy from clenching even more and when his gaze meets yours, you nod softly.

“Y-Yes, Daddy”, you whisper, spreading your legs even further as you watch him stand up followed by the calming sound of his belt being unbuckled, “I’m sorry.”

“What’s the matter, pretty one? Why are you so needy?”, Oikawa sighs, palming himself through his black slacks as his eyes never once leave yours, his brown orbs devouring you alive.

At the annoyed tone of of his deep voice, the one who never fails to send shivers of excitement and arousal down your spine, you can’t help but get irritated because he should know why the fuck you’re this needy. He’s the reason behind it after all.

“Because of you!”, you hiss, crossing your arms with a pout and furrowed eyebrows yet you refuse to meet his gaze, knowing as soon he’s processed your words and change of attitude, he’s gonna get really, really angry.

“Excuse you?”, Oikawa is quick to spit back, a loud scoff falling past his plump lips as he stares at you with wide, burning eyes.

You know you’re going to get punished. The way he’s stopped touching himself or him playing with the many rings on his slim fingers as well as his habit of scratching the underside of his nose with his thumb let you know that in many different ways.

And you hate just how excited the thought of a punishment has gotten you, your cunt throbbing even more, body craving him, his touch, his cock and his cum. Even though the chances of you actually getting any of that tonight has drastically increased with your choice to talk back instead of just keeping quiet.

“I’m this needy because of you, Daddy…”, you repeat yourself, as if your little outburst wasn’t enough to have his blood boiling and suddenly, you feel yourself slipping into this delicious haze of arousal and excitement which usually comes when your brain switches into your bratty attitude.

So, now that there’s absolutely no going back, you straighten your back, push your legs together again and lift your chin before you continue to speak just like that, “you always t-tease me for so long and you n-never let me cum even though I deserve it. I’ve been such a good bunny for you but you still edge me. And what I hate the fucking most is that you always make me say what I want, even though you know exactly what it is...that I want.”

Your heart is hammering against your rib cage with such fast pace, it has your head spinning; the sound of your blood rushing through your veins driving you absolutely crazy and when you finally get yourself to look at Oikawa again, your whole body stops working because you definitely expected a few reactions, but not this one.

His brown eyes are gleaming with a dangerous mixture of amusement and anger, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek as his lips stretch into a smile which has your cunt clenching in anticipation.

And then – Oikawa starts laughing.

A row of deep, yet empty chuckles falling past his lips and filling the inside of his office, making your head tilt to the side as you inspect his reaction a little more.

Just as you’re about to open your mouth to ask him what’s going on, Tooru Stretches his arm out and harshly grips your face with one hand before he pulls you off of the desk and into wobbly legs; the feeling of your juices dripping down your inner thighs making you cringe as you wrap your fingers around his delicate wrist.

“My stupid, stupid little cockwhore”, he suddenly sighs, his plump lips grazing yours as he looks knto your eyes as if his only goal is to make you feel tiny underneath his gaze, “sometimes I forget that that’s all you are. A dumb, cock controlled little pet who wants her Daddy to stuff her sopping wet cunt because if not she’s going act up and get all pouty, hmph”, you watch in awe how he pushes his lips into a mocking pout, humiliation crushing down on you in several waves, leaving the bittersweet taste you love oh so much.

“D-Daddy...Y-You’re so m-mean”, you whine, gasping for air when Oikawa suddenly pushes his leg in between yours, pressing his strong thigh right against your throbbing pussy, “I just answered your q-question!”

“Oh, Goodness!”, the brunette exclaims, overly dramatic, throwing his head back with a loud chuckle before he tightens his grip on your chin. “Is your D-D-Daddy being a big m-m-meanie, pet? Is he teasing you for being a cockhungfy little slut? So, so, so mean!”

The mockery is evident in every single one of his words and you can’t help but whine and whimper louder at the sound of his humiliating teasing. You love the way it makes you feel; his words hitting just the right spots as you desperately try to hump his thigh in hopes of getting some kind of friction.

But Oikawa is not having your neediness, at all.

He simply chuckles yet again, before he spits on your face, your whole body tensing at the delicious feeling of his saliva dripping down your cheek before you try to get a little bit of it onto your tongue, not even caring about the way he’s watching you.

“Look at you trying this hard for my fucking spit like some dirty whore”, he grunts and rolls his eyes before he suddenly lets go of you again, “you’re pathetic.”

“D-Daddy…”, you whisper, your bottom lip quivering and tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you look at him, your whole body craving him in every way and form to point of sheer discomfort and if he doesn’t fuck you in the next few minutes, you might as well just break down completely.

“Aww”, he just chuckles in response, pushing his pants and boxers down, finally revealing the delicious sight of his big, throbbing cock and muscular thighs to your hungry eyes, “are you going to cry now? Did your Daddy make you cry, hm? Bad Daddy! Bad Daddy!”

His laughter fills the space of his office so easily, echoing in a way that sends shivers down your spine and a jolt of excitement right into your core.

You watch the way Oikawa throws his head back and you see him lifting his hand, yet you still don’t expect another hard spank on your incredibly sensitive pussy; the sting so deliciously painful, you can’t help but arch your back as if your body subconsciously asked for more.

At this point you’re at a complete high, the combination of intense arousal and pain has your head spinning in the best way possible and you know that if Tooru continued his teasing just a little longer, you’d cum around nothing without being properly touched like a kitten in heat.

“Enough of that, pet”, Oikawa suddenly groans, pushing his slacks down his thick thighs before wrapping his hand around your throat and pulling your body closer to the edge of the desk, “I’m gonna stuff you full of my cum and fuck a baby into your belly, maybe you’ll stop being a needy little cumwhore then, hm? Tell me, my pretty little pet, how does that sound? Should I use you as my cumdumpster– that’s all you’re good for anyway”, his words are harsh, they are mean and they’re humiliating, yet they hit all the right places.

You moan and whimper as soon as his words reach your foggy brain, nodding like being his little breeding pet is all you can think about and for the first time in almost fifteen minutes, Oikawa’s lips stretch into a genuine, sweet smile of adoration.

However, it doesn’t last long at all. The sweet sight is quickly replaced by his cold attitude making a comeback before he has you forget about it right after as he starts rubbing the leaking tip of his cock against your needy slit.

“I haven’t even put my fucking cock inside of you yet but you still are too fucked out to use your manners”, with every single one of his words, Oikawa slaps his fat cock against your cunt, watching the way your hole spasms around nothing, your juices leaking out of you and feeling the way your little clit hardens even further underneath his tip.

You whine, tears streaming down your temples as your hand desperately searches for something to hold onto.

“Aren’t you going to respond to me, pet?”, he grunts, his big hands finding home on your hips to pull you even closer, casually placing his cock to rest against your cunt.

“Yes, Daddy”, you manage to whisper in response to his words, “please stuff me full of y-your cum and fuck a b-baby into my belly. I’m your stupid little breedingdoll- please…”, your voice is shaky, every single one of your words is followed by a soft sob and your nails digging further into his wirsts because of the way he teases your entrance with his tip.

You know you have to calm down now because he’s not going to prep you. He’s not going to stretch you out and prepare you for his massive cock - one of his personal favorite punishments. It’s not like he has to with how worked up he’s gotten you, however the stretch still stings because it will always remain a tight fit.

“There you go, looks like you still now a thing or two, huh?”

You can’t help but smile lazily at his words, craving for any form of his validation and taking every tiny bit of it in even though you know he’s going to pamper you once he’s done with you.

“Repeat your safeword for me, pet”, Oikawa grunts, slowly pushing his fat tip inside of your tight hole, making your body tense up and your eyes roll into the back of your head; the urge to rub your clit and just cum around his cock becomes overwhelming.

“If you keep me waiting any longer”, the sudden grip on your throat has you gasping for air, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the feeling of him pushing more of his impressive length inside of you, “I’m going to cum on your slutty little pussy, pet- stop playing with my patience, I’m getting tired of it.”

“Milk Bread”, you whisper and take a deep breath, trying to calm your body down as the pleasure slowly finds its way up your spine, the delicious taste of the orgasm you’ve been denied for so long finally coating the tip of your tongue, “safeword’s milk bread, Daddy.”

You nervously open your eyes, looking at Oikawa through the veil of tears in hopes of getting a little more of his precious praise and at the same time taking in the beautiful sight of his flushed cheeks, swollen lips and messy hair.

“Do you really think I’m going to praise you for doing the bare”, one praticed thrust has his cock slide deeper inside of you just like that, “fucking”, and yet another one which easily pushes you closer to the edge, making your head spin even more, “minimum?”

You’re whining and whimpering, your whole body on the verge of getting lost in the beautiful feeling of finally getting to cum while you wait for Oikawa’s next move.

He looks at you with furrowed brows, trying his best to hide just how much the feeling of your tight cunt gripping his cock like a fucking vice is effecting him, but failing with every little groan falling past his swollen lips.

“How the fuck are you still this tight? I’ve been fucking you for years and your cute little whore-hole is still as tight as ever”, he growls and moves his hips only a little bit yet – finally – bottoms out.

And as soon as you feel his tip nudging your cervix, you simply can’t hold it back any longer.

You’re so deep in the haze of your arousal, you don’t even realize that you’ve been begging him to let you cum; your body knowing just how to react to the love of your life without you having to do any of the work.

Oikawa takes in the sight of your fucked out state; the sound of your heavy sobs and sweet little begs to just please, please, please cum makes it so much harder for him to calm down and if it wasn’t for his pride, he would have let go of his cold mask already.

But you don’t deserve the good girl-treatment. And that’s why you don’t get the privileges said treatment comes with.

However, you have been behaving most of the time and from the way your cunt has been clenching around his cock like crazy, Oikawa knows you have to cum. He loves the thought of pleasuring you; your pussy creaming for him and him only is what keeps him going.

So he lets you cum. He doesn’t say anything, and even if he did, you wouldn’t have heard it because with the nth spank against your little clit, the coil in your core finally snaps and you fall head first into the orgasm you’ve been waiting for so long.

You have no idea just how much you cum, not even realizing that you’ve been squirting all over his desk and his cock; the only thing on your mind being just how good it feels to finally cum again.

You’ve lost count on just how many days it’s been since Oikawa decided to edge you and now that your whole body is trembling, thighs shaking and cunt clenching like crazy, you don’t even care anymore.

It takes you a whole eternity to find your way back into reality and once your gaze meets Oikawa’s you finally snap.

“Thank you, Daddy”, you whimper, lazily moving your hips to meet his sloppy thrusts, the feeling of being filled to the brim with his cock the one you miss the most every single day, “thank you for letting me cum and I’m s-sorry for being a brat – ngh, fuck – you’re so deep...”, your voice breaks at the end of your apology, the pleasure making you weak in the best way possible.

“There we fucking go, using your manners for me just how I like it”, Tooru’s voce is raspy and deep, his breath hitching in his throat when he feels your cunt suck his cock back, “I want you to cum for me again, pet, want you to make me proud.”

“Yes, Daddy”, you’re quick to reply, your brain barely processing his words yet your first reaction upon hearing them is instant approval. The urge to make him proud and finally earn the privilege of hearing his proper praise again making it so much easier for you to obey him.

Oikawa smiles sheepishly, wrapping his long, tattoo clad finger around your throat before he lets his other hand wander in between your legs, his thumb casually pressing against your throbbing clit. You cry out at the beautiful feeling of some of the pressure on your core disappearing, moaning for him like it’s the only thing you’ve ever learned.

“Look at the way you’re creaming around my cock, pet”, he grunts, still not letting go of the punishing pet name which has you seeing stars but makes you work even harder for it, “you’re ruining my desk, you little slut. How about I make you lick it all clean – fuck – after all you squirted everyhwere like some whore who’s never had her cunt properly fucked before, hm?”

“Anything for y-you, Daddy”, you reply and sob softly, the aftermath of your first high still evident in your veins when the first few waves of your next one suddenly start hitting you, “w-wanna be good for you!” You start whimpering, desperately moving your hips against Tooru’s harsh thrust to get there faster only for him to slowly rub your clit.

His grip on your throat suddenly tightens, followed by him calling for you before he grunts deeply and tells you to look at him when you fall apart on his cock.

And just when your eyes meet for the nth time within a few minutes, your whole body tenses up at the delicious relief rushing through your veins in the form of pleasure-filled jolts.

Even though you want to close your eyes, you can’t look away from Oikawa’s strong gaze; the usually so warm and afe brown surrounding his iris is filled with hunger and lust in a way that has shivers run down your spine.

Yet again, you don’t really know how long your orgasm lasts but that you do know is that Tooru calmly waits for you to calm down again before he pushes your legs against your chest and puts you into a mating press.

And that’s when he actually starts fucking you.

Tooru’s thrusts are harsh, they’re rough and fast; with every single snap of his hips, he elicits a loud moan and makes sure to graze the entrance to your womb all while nudging your nose with his; a gesture so soft compared to the harshness of his fucking.

You feel dizzy and lightheaded, drool dripping down your jawline and tears streaming down your temples as you moan for him to give you everything he has; your body craving it.

However, Oikawa is just as close to finishing as you.

His movements have grown sloppier, less controlled; his moans louder, grunts deeper, growls heavier. He’s barely talking to you anymore as the pleasure takes over every single one of his nerves and his cock starts throbbing more and more with every single one of his thrusts.

“D-Daddy…”, you whimper right against his lips, looking at him and whimpering at the feeling of his nails digging into your thighs, “please, cum inside of me. I need you t-to breed me like the s-slutty little whore I am”, your words are slurred and barely coherent yet you refuse to give up; wanting to beg for it until the very last minute to earn his praise.

“You want it, bunny? You want me to fuck a baby into that – fucking fuck – pretty belly of yours so badly, hm?”, you nod in response, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sound of the soft nickname before you pull harder on his thick hair.

“Then you better cum with me, and don’t you dare look anywhere but in my eyes when I fill you up”, are the last words he grunts, sloppily thrusting his cock inside of your tightening cunt one, two, three times before he cums inside of you with a loud, guttural moan.

You try your best to watch the way his cheeks blush even harder as he bites his lips, spurting his creamy cum inside of your tight walls with a row of soft grunts and heavy breaths.

But when yet another orgasm breaks down onto your body in the form of a big wave, you can’t help but press your lids shut, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy in hopes of calming yourself down, only for louder moans and whimpers escaping your throat.

You don’t really know – or better said, can’t really tell just how much time passes until Oikawa pulls away, his cheeks still tainted in the sweetest shades of pink as he softly smiles at you.

“You were so good for me, bunny”, he begins, massaging the skin of your thighs in his big hands to distract you from the rather uncomfortable feeling of him pulling out of your sensitive cunt, “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

He starts caressing your tummy softly, his calloused hands making goosebumps cover your skin and easily fill your chest with that certain warmth.

“You did great, too, Daddy, am so happy to call you mine”, you reply and intertwine his fingers with your own, sending him the biggest, most fucked out smile only for him to let out a soft giggle followed by a soft ‘thank you’.

“Can you sit up for me, bunny? Wanna clean up your thigh and then your pretty cunt”, you watch in awe how he casually gets dressed again, his soft, slightly tanned skin covered in tattoos giving you a different kind of comfort and as you stare at the dark lines, you nod and reach for his hand.

Oikawa makes sure to keep his praises coming as he cleans you up; his eyes meeting yours every now and then while he tells you just how proud he is of you for taking your punishment like the good girl you are.

You feel the exhaustion and tiredness overwhelm you as soon as he pulls out one of his hoodies from the closet in his bathroom; the combination of his scent and the warmth of the thick fabric almost lulling you to sleep.

And once he’s put a clean shirt on himself, one that hugs his strong torso in just the right places, Oikawa pulls you into his lap, having you bury your face in the crook of his neck while he caresses your back softly; wanting to make sure you’re completely calm and back in a proper headspace before he brings you home.

You feel yourself growing sleepier the longer you stay in your lover’s arms, his deep humming and the soft vibrations of his chest making it so easy for your whole body to shut down and just when you’re about to pass out, a loud knock on Oikawa’s office door pulls you back into consciousness.

“Hey, Bro, it’s me, Hanamaki–”, “And Matsukawa!”, you chuckle at the random addition from the tall brunette, looking up at your boyfriend only for him to roll his eyes in amusement.

“If you guys are done fuck– I mean making love, can I get my gun back, please. We’ve been waiting for an hour now and I really need it.”

⊹ A/N: So, my loves! after months of not publishing a fic, I’m back with this big boy! Please show it lots of love and make sure to leave any kind of feedback if you enjoyed it!! Thank you for being so patient with me and supporting me the way you do, i truly love and appreciate all of you so, so much! all the love, zade.

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Hey love your content I'm about to binge read all of it!! Could I possibly request smut prompt 145 with poly Iwaio x reader. I totally understand if not. Thanks for all your hard work!! 💕💕💕💕

Your kindness is much appreciated, lovely. I hope you enjoy this piece as much as you’ve enjoyed everything else. ❦

145. You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?

➤Genre: NSFW 18+ ➤warnings: Poly Relationships, Dom!/Sub! Dynamics (Daddy & King titles), Bondage, Gags, Degradation, Dumbification, Dacryphilia, Overstimulation, Blowjob, Vaginal Penetration. ➤Character(s): Hajime Iwaizumi x Toru Oikawa x Fem!Reader ➤Word Count: 2.8k

✯The key to these dynamics is TRUST & CONSENT✯

“Princess... I told you to stop with the squirming.”

“B-But Toru...” Your pleas fell upon deaf ears as the click of the handcuffs to the bed frame signal you were trapped. You gave a tug on your arms, knowing they weren’t going to go anywhere but wanting to give Oikawa a bit of a hard time.

You knew Iwaizumi would NOT be happy to see the two of you at home, playing with the toys without his permission. But Oikawa was feeling frisky to say the least, from the way he had roughly tugged your ass to the bedroom, to the way he currently stared at you with a predatory like gaze that had a blush rising to the tips of your ears.

“Hmmm, what else does Iwa-Chan usually use to keep you from squirming...~” The brunette pondered out loud , a certain playfulness to his tone as his fingers brushed over the contents held in the shared box usually only Iwaziumi had the pleasure of going through. “Oh~ He always has to use this one on me!” He pulled out the all too familiar ball gag, dangling it by the leather strap as the light from a candle caused the red rubber to glisten. Your thighs clenched up at the sight of it, memories of previous scenes and fun encounters with your boyfriends clouding your judgement way too quickly.

“Toru--”

“King, bunny. C’mon you know how to address me.”

You had to swallow a lump in your throat. “King... you know that Hajime doesn’t like when we play without him...” Another thing they had learned very well from past experiences that had left both of them unable to sit for days. Oikawa had to pout at such a remark, fingers absentmindedly rubbing along the leather within his palm. His eyes wandered to you then, seeing ever so subtle rise of goosebumps on your skin, the way your eyes still stayed glue to the toy in his hand despite the warning you just gave.

It made his pout fade into a knowing little grin.

“But you want Hajime to come home and see us misbehaving, don’t you Princess?”

“W-What--”

“You want him to come home and punish us for being such bad babies hm~” The patronizing tone that dripped from his lips only made your thighs clench harder as he crawled towards you, licking along his lower lip as you began to squirm once more. Easily taking hold of your jaw he slowly dragged the rubber of the ball along your lower lip, watched the way your mouth easily went slack at such an action. “Maybe he’ll be happy to see you all tied up for him anyway~ We both think you look so pretty like this~”

“King~” You breathed, cheeks brightening at such a comment.

“Open up bunny, do it for me.” His voice was nothing more than a purr as he squeezed your jaw a little tighter, urged you to open your mouth wide enough that he could slip the gag between your lips and you did just that, your desire to please Oikawa much higher right now than your fear of Iwaizumi. He let out a hum of approval as the ball popped in snug between your lips, long fingers quick to easily secure it behind your head. As he pulled back to get a good look he saw the way your eyes glistened with the idea of being caught.

“Feel okay Princess? Not too tight is it?” That soft tone of his made a little flutter vibrate in your chest. You were quick to shake your head no, teeth digging into the rubber some as drool already threatened to slip past your stretched lips. Oikawa returned a nod of approval before he was back to the box, eyes scanning the contents once more to land on the item he wanted. Devious fingers tugged out two vibrators, one a little bigger than the other that you assumed only meant trouble. Your back arched a bit as he crawled back between your legs, a mewl escaping you as you attempted to close your thighs.

“Ah ah~” He gave gentle slaps along the skin of your tights as a warning, the contact easily making your legs to slack on his sides. “Don’t make tie your legs up too Princess, thats just too much work for me...” His brow was cocked as he ran the tip of the smaller vibrator over your panties, right where he knew your clit was hiding underneath. “Plus I wanna see you drooling around that gag already.”

You weren’t given time to react as the little device was turned on, your body jolting from the sudden pleasure that shot directly into your bundle of nerves. Your arms strained a bit against the cuffs as you let your head lull to the side, muffled pleas leaving you as your hips twitched to the rythme of the vibrations. Oikawa watched with wide eyes, his own arousal growing in size fast at the way you were so reactive, at the sound of your pretty muffled noises. He pressed the toy further against the flimsy fabric, groaning when your back arched off the mattress.

“That’s it bunny... Wanna see you cum just like this.” His voice dripped with desire as he watched you crumble fast, skin already beginning to tremble from the vibrations being pressed into your clit. Wanting to put the second toy to use Oikawa took advantage of the fact that you were still wearing panties, slipping the little device beneath the fabric so it could do his job and hold it right up against your clit.

The feeling of the toy on your bare flesh had you mewling, thighs going weak at your sides as they opened up further. Vibration after vibration was sent straight into the knot that formed in your core and you could feel your own arousal begin to soak your panties, looking up to Oikawa desperately for more.

He could only chuckle softly at such a look, his palm smoothing over your cheek. “You already look so desperate Princess...~ No wonder Iwa-Chan keeps you like this.”

You wanted to beg him for more, to get the teasing to stop as your hips rose off the mattress, attempted to find any more relief. But with the cuffs keeping your wrists in place and the gag held securely between your lips you would only muffle your desires at him. Oikawa had to chuckle again, a sense of power flowing through as he watched you crumble under his touch. He wasn’t used to being the dominate one but it was something he certainly could get used to.

Slowly sliding the now dampened fabric of your panties to the side he stared as your pussy with a lust filled gaze, his grin growing as he pressed the tip of the toy to your slit. This earned a pleased little mewl from you, the reaction he was hoping for as he cooed, rubbed the rubber tip along your slit to collect your juices there.

“Want me to put it in don’t you Bunny? Wouldn’t it feel so nice to have this pretty pussy filled...”

And he was going to too, he was ready to plunge the toy into your throbbing hole before the creak of the bedroom door shook him out of his trance. Quickly the brunette snapped his head towards the door, minimal panic filling him at the sudden intrusion before he met the familiar green eyes that belonged to Iwaizumi.

Green eyes that were currently not happy at all.

“So this is what I’m coming home too, huh? You look a bit tied up (Y/N). Want me to come back later or?” His tone also, wasn’t very happy.

Oikawa on the other hand was thrilled, his playful grin from before coming back as he leaned into your bound form, his breath trailing over your already bare chest to have you squirming even more. “Hi Daddy~ How long were you watching hm? Bet this is such a pretty thing to come home too after a long day of work-”

“Better shut it, Toru.” Iwaizumi interrupted his partner, a sigh slipping past his lips when he received a laugh in return. He was quick to enter the room, sleeves of his button up already rolled to his elbows as he walked right up to the bed, his eyes meeting yours to see how far the two of you had gotten.

You whined at him, your eyes fluttering when they met that of green that was laced with not only disappointment, but a predatory gaze. He almost let a smirk twitch on his lips then, almost. Instead he took Oikawa by the throat, enjoy the sound of the breathy little gasp that bubbled past his boyfriends lips.

“You know how I feel when my babies play without me, right Toru.”

It took him a second to respond, his breath getting caught behind a tanned hand.”Y-Yes Daddy...”

“So tell me why, you’re not only playing with Princess without me, but also using MY toys without permission hm?”

Oikawa tried to use that pretty voice he used on Iwaizumi when he really wanted something, his fingers curling around his boyfriends wrist in an attempt to gain his affections. “I thought you’d wanna join Daddy~”

“But you didn’t Ask. Neither of you did.”

When Oikawa didn’t answer Iwa snorted out a laugh, releasing the males neck with enough force that he stumbled back a bit on the bed, flush rising to his cheeks as he caught his breath. “My stupid, slutty babies.” Iwaizumi murmured, his hand traveling to your face where he easily unlatched the gag he was so used to doing up. When the ball popped free of your lips lines of drool followed, only for Iwaizumi to smudge it across your cheek before you could respond to him. “So horny you couldn’t wait for Daddy to come home... or use some fucking manners.” He spit out the last phrase, which had excitement flowing through both you and Oikawa.

“Toru, since you think you can just stick your hand in the toy box whenever you want, grab another pair of cuffs.” He spoke in a tone he knew Oikawa would follow, and that he did, scrambling to grab the closet pair of cuffs. Iwaizumi leaned into you then, unclasping your wrists from the headboard. When you moved up to kiss him he took hold of your jaw, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“Tsk. As if. The cuffs are staying on since the two of you can’t control yourselves.” His other hand was quick to remove the little vibrator from your panties and easily throw the little device away. The sudden lose had you whining, your core now throbbing for any sort of attention.

That made Iwaizumi laugh, releasing your jaw to stand at the edge of the bed. “Strip fully. Both of you. Against the headboard Toru, and on your knees before him (Y/N)”

“But Daddy.” Oikawa attempted to interject, but Iwaizumi’s palm was quick to swat against his cheek. The action had both you and Oikawa groaning, the males usually pale cheek turning a bright pink from the impact. “I’ve already had enough of your shit. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

And he didn’t You and Oikawa were stripped naked and in your respective positions before Iwaizumi could make another command. He had been preparing a punishment all the while, low hums escaping him as he collected what he needed from the toy chest. By the time it was tucked back beneath the bed he eyed the two of you. He watched the way you stared desperately at Oikawa’s naked form, at his length which currently stood tall and dripped a little bead of precum. Oikawa hand a teasing hand over his length, biting his lip as he also couldn’t keep his eyes off your naked form.

It made Iwaizumi’s eyes roll.

“Such desperate whores. Both of you.” He spoke as he yanked Oikawa’s hands away from him, ignored his whining as he cuffed his hands to the head board instead. “I didn’t know you two were so stupid horny that couldn’t wait a couple hours till I got home.”

When he was kneeling behind you, you spoke softly, blush rising to your cheeks as you felt him secure your two wrists behind your back. “W-We’re sorry Daddy...”

“Aw baby...” Iwaizumi murmured, bringing his lips close to your ear as his palm smoothed up your naked spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its path. “You’re really gunna be sorry when I’m done with the two of you.” His fingers were at the nap of your neck when he gripped a hand full of hair, roughly pushed your face down until it was dangerously close to Oikawa’s cock.

“Open that pretty mouth Princess, since you were so eager to have to stuffed before.”

“Oh fuck yea.” Oikawa groaned softly, his thighs falling opening further, hips pushing forward a bit so his tip could brush along your cheek. Iwaizumi sent a glare his way. “Don’t too excited. You can only cum when I tell you too.”

“B-But--” Oikawa was cut off when Iwaizumi grabbed hold of your jaw, forcing your lips open and pushing your mouth far enough down on Oikawa’s cock that your nose brushed the skin of his pelvis. You gagged softly around his length, throat clenching up from the way his tip pushed on the back of your throat.

Iwaizumi smirked, watching the way your back tensed up and the fluttered of Oikawa’s lashes as his arms strained against the handcuffs. “Don’t make me get the cock ring, or you won’t be able to enjoy our pretty girls mouth.” Oikawa could only nod, biting hard on his lip as your warm mouth held his cock, feeling droplets of drool already begin to pool between his thighs.

Slowly Iwaizumi loosened his grip in your hair, his hand slow travel back up the length of your spine to your perched ass. He gave it a playful swat, and although you let out a muffled yelp around Oikawa you still stayed down, making Iwaizumi hum in approval. “Good girl Bunny... keep King’s cock warm while I fuck this pretty pussy.” His fingers trailed your lower lips then, smirk growing as the subtle touch covered his finger tips in your arousal.

Oikawa was having a hard time keeping himself still as Iwaizumi pulled off his belt and unzipped his pants, positioning himself behind you. Letting out a little whine his hips twitched, thrusting into your throat to have you gagging. Iwaizumi shot him a look, the smallest of growls escaping the back of his throat. “Don’t be stupid, Toru.”

“S-Sorry Daddy...” He barely breathed out, letting out a keep sigh to try and calm himself as your throat constricted around his cock once more, sending a pleasurable wave all the way up his spine. Iwaizumi brought his focus back down to your clenching core, slowly rubbing his tip along your slit. He grabbed at the back of your neck again to pull you off Oikawa, grinning when you took in a large breath and drool bubbled off your lips. Oikawa’s dripping cock stayed slick against your cheek, begging for more attention. “Ready Princess?” Iwaizumi asked, waiting for you to blink the tears out of your eyes and give him a nod.

As soon as that was done he slowly pushed into you, silencing your moans of delight by pushing your lips back around Oikawa’s cock. Iwaizumi and Oikawa moaned in unison, filling you up on both ends.

“Look at you, being stuffed by two cocks. Isn’t this what you wanted my little whore.” Iwaizumi’s voice was low as he spoke, a pleasurable glaze coming over his usually green eyes as he began to thrust his hips, watching the way your throat would bulge around Oikawa with each push into your pussy. You choked out sobs around Oikawa, new tears spilling from your eyes as both of your boys cock’s made your head spin.

“Fuck... fuck~” Oikawa was panting as Iwaizumi continued to thrust, his cock being hugged in all the right places by your throat. He kept his eyes glued to Iwaizumi, watched the way the muscles in his arms tensed up as he fucked into you, gripped your hip tight enough that there would certainly be bruises. How badly he wanted to touch him, if only his arms weren’t bound above his head.

“Daddy.” Oikawa breathed out through a moan, his hips trembling to stay still as your mouth made him feel light headed. Iwaizumi ignored him completely, instead thrusting into you rougher. The action had you gagging roughly on Oikawa, the vibrations traveling straight into the males core and making his own eyes water. Having to hold back his release made him whimper again.

“Look at my stupid babies, crying over a little punishment.” Iwaizumi licked his lips, groaned when your pussy clenched around his cock at that statement. “When I’m done with the two of you, you’ll be sobbing like the bitches you are.”

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Nope, Definitely Not In Love With Ushijima Wakatoshi

Reader vists Ushijima over winter break!

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Childhoodfriend!Reader

For 200 followers! I wrote this when I was feeling homesick, name a better cure than Ushijima. This took me so long to edit because I wrote it during winter break when my brain was fried between semesters. TT Also I want to add that I adore the childhood friends to lovers trope so I will never run out of serving that.

WC- 2,602

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Resting your cheek against your palm, you lean against the window of the shinkansen. Everything is a blur but you still manage to catch the beauty of it turning from city to snowy rural farmland. Every year you and your mother go up to Miyagi for winter break to visit old friends. Normally you didn’t mind, but as you’ve gotten older you want to spend your break with your friends and not in the middle of nowhere. Also with how much colder it is in Miyagi than Tokyo, you think you might freeze to death.

You practically sulk the entire two-hour train ride in retaliation. You liked to think you were a mature third-year student who could stay home on their own. Apparently to your mother, you aren’t. Stubbornly you knock your head against the window and shut your eyes angrily, not expecting to completely fall asleep.

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When you finally arrived at the Ushijima’s home, you nearly melt when you notice your old friend standing beside his mother.

“(Y/N)-chan you’ll stay in Wakatoshi’s room okay? Take her bag Toshi.” Mrs. Ushijima nudges her son and he takes your bag. Staying in Wakatoshi’s room was normal, you typically always did that, but most of the time he stayed at his dorm during the break. You glance up at him and stiffen when his piercing olive eyes meet your own. “I didn’t expect him to be home this year, but you two should be fine.” Mrs. Ushijima only laughs at the look of horror on your face and your own mother laughs alongside her friend. “(Y/N) he has volleyball practice tomorrow you should go with him!” You try to hide your face in your scarf and ignore how much hotter the room has gotten.

“(Y/N) you’ll go right?” Even your own mother pushes as she reaches out to squeeze your arm encouragingly. With a nod, you mentally beg the floor to swallow you whole. You couldn’t say no, not when they were looking at you like this. Both of your mothers have planned your marriage before the two of you were even born. Over the years you realized the more you fought against it, the more difficult life would be for you so now you just go along with it.

“Umm, I’m going to go shower now.” You shyly smile and excuse yourself, walking past them and towards Ushijima’s room knowing the house as if it were your own. When you finally get inside of his room you softly slam the door shut and slide down the wall, groaning into your hands.

Ushijima looks up from the magazine he is reading to acknowledge your presence before focusing his attention back on the paper seconds later. Still in a fit, you stomp over to your bag and roughly unzip it to grab your pajamas and place them out onto the floor messily. With a huff, you bring your knees to your chest and pull out your phone, scrolling through your various social media sites. About an hour later you were messaging your friends on twitter when you notice Ushijima grabbing his own clothes and walking towards the door.

“Hey wait! You’re not going to shower, I’m going!” You push yourself off the ground quickly and run towards the door, only to smack into Ushijima’s hip. The slight smirk on his face causes you to grit your teeth as you push his side and try to kick his leg. “Get out of my way Ushiwaka.” Ushijima mentally rolls his eyes at the resemblance you share with the Seijoh setter right now. He places a large hand on your head and pushes you way, slipping past the door and leaving you on your butt behind him.

You crawl back onto his rug, facing defeat, and lay with your legs pressed up against the closet as you send various snapchats to your friends. When Ushijima returns from his shower you are pleasantly greeted with the sight of his bare chest, the tall boy notices your stare and rolls his eyes.

“I forgot a shirt.” He turns so his back is now facing you and you roll to lay onto your stomach, watching his back muscles move with the flex of his arms, and by now you’re nearly drooling.

Ushijima has always been a constant in your life, despite the many months that separated each visit he still treats you the same every time. If he treats other girls the same way he treats you then its no wonder he doesn’t have a girlfriend. Then again, deep down, you don’t want him to have one. You hide this selfish thought as you yank your clothes off the ground and storm into the bathroom.

When you’re finally under the water you notice that you didn’t take your toiletries out of your bag, leaving you with no choice but to grab the men’s shampoo that Ushijima definitely uses. Afterward when you feel much better you happily and cleaner you make your way back into your room.

Ushijima is still looking at the same magazine from before and you walk up behind him, resting your head next to his so that you can look at the paper. It’s a volleyball magazine, no surprise there, but the boy on the page definitely catches your attention.

“Ah, Wakatoshi who is that~” You place your hands on his shoulders and look closer at the paper, trying to read the boy’s name. He looks so sweet with his fluffy brown hair and warm eyes to match. “Oikawa Toru? Wakatoshi do you know him? Can you introduce me to him, please?” You start to beg, almost jumping up and down at the thought of meeting such a good looking boy.

“No.” His denial hits you like a brick and you slump against him, mentally saying goodbye to your out of reach high school romance.

“So cruel.” You click your tongue in annoyance before plopping back onto his bed, grabbing your phone so you can surf the internet into the early morning. However you’re rudely disturbed when Ushijima gets up to turn the lights off, and you watch him with narrowed eyes as he gets into the futon beside the bed.

“I have early practice tomorrow.” He tells you, even with his eyes closed he could feel your stare mentally choking him.

“E-early?!” Gripping the sides of your hair you whine and begin cursing the two older women who pressured you to join him. With a dejected heart, you get up and place your phone on the charger before jumping back into the warm bed. You end up staring at the ceiling for a good two hours and you want to scream into the nicely scented pillow.

“Stupid Ushiwaka. Stupid practice. Stupid Miyagi.” You grumble before grabbing the pillow and cuddling into it, trying one more time to fall asleep.

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Ushijima doesn’t know how it got like this.

He isn’t surprised when he can’t get up to shut his alarm off, he slept through his first one. Opening one eye he is met with a vision full of hair and he lets out an annoyed sigh.

How you got from the bed to on top of him in your sleep will remain a mystery to him, this reoccurring problem could easily be fixed if he got his own bed and you took the futon but his mom would never let him. Softly he places one hand between your shoulder blades and one on your side to gently turn you over on your back. Ushijima stares down at you and tries with all his might not to blush at the sight of you clutching the blanket in your hands before making his way to the kitchen.

When you finally stir out of sleep a few minutes later, you shiver at the lack of heat and push yourself off the floor, you mentally curse Ushijima for moving. As you try to blink the sleep out of your eyes you notice a sweatshirt draped over the desk chair and you immediately grab it. The thick sweater warms you instantly and you throw on a pair of pants before grabbing your phone and wallet before heading out to the kitchen.

The first thing you grab is a glass of water as you whisper-yell about the curse of not being able to eat early in the morning to a very tired, very disinterested Ushijima.

He is genuinely shocked to see you up and didn’t think you’d actually be joining him. His heart picks up speed once again at the sight of you in his sweatshirt and he tries to ignore it, brushing past you to put his dishes away.

You watch the older boy then put his jacket on, swinging his bag over his shoulder, and walks out the door. For a few moments, you’re silent before you run after him, grabbing your long jacket and nearly falling over as you try to put it on.

“Is it that hard for you to say I’m leaving?! Stupid Ushiwaka!” Your fist nearly falls off as it makes contact with Ushijima’s hard head and you’re left clutching your hand. “Stupid head. Stupid cold. Stupid Ushiwaka!”

Ushijima could literally listen to you complain forever, he enjoys it too much. The dynamic the two of you share intrigues him. It’s always weird when you first come back to him but within a few hours it’s like the two of you never separated and he likes that, much more than he should. Ushijima realizes and understands your feelings so quickly all the time, whether he knows how to respond to your feelings is still a mystery to him. By the time the two of you have made it to the gym you would have talked the average person’s ear off but Ushijima only nods along, fully interested in what you have to say.

Happily, you skip up to the gym door and open it, automatically looking for a familiar redhead. When you finally notice him you run straight into his arms.

“Tendou it’s so good to see you!” Over the years you’ve been coming to Ushijima’s practices you’ve grown oddly close to his best friend, the two of you just clicking.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), it’s been a while. Oh, and by the looks of it you’ve kept Wakatoshi-kun up all night.” Tendou teases as he notices the dark circles under his friend’s eyes.

“I went to sleep at the same time he did last night!” You splutter in defense and Ushijima raises an eyebrow at you.

“You stayed up for two hours complaining, I heard it all.” Ushijima knocks the back of his hand against your head and you glare at him as he walks towards the locker room. Tendou can only watch with glee, his matchmaking skills feeling confident today.

“(Y/N)-chan you have to meet this upcoming first year, he’s going to be our new ace.” Tendou shows you a very tall boy with a bowl hair cut and you coo at the sight.

“A new ace? You’re so cute!” You want to reach out a pinch his baby cheeks and the tall boy’s face turns completely red. “What’s your name?” You continue to stare at the boy your heart flutters at how adorable he is.

“G-Goshiki.” He stiffens and you put your hand on his shoulder, ignoring how he almost falls over at the contact.

“I am leaving it to you to put Ushiwaka in his place!” You tell him, completely serious, and you fail to notice the dark shadow looming over you before you’re being choked by your collar. Ushijima grabs the back of your, his, sweatshirt and drags you over to the bleachers.

“Ushiwaka-“ You choke and try to punch his fists. The tall ace only sits you against the bleachers, his eyes holding you down threateningly, telling you not to move. You roll your eyes and lean against the bleachers but immediately perking up when you see the other third years. “Is Oikawa ever gonna come here?” You ask, glancing down as you try to hide your interest. Ushijima wants nothing more than for you to shut up, he loves you though, he really does.

“No. Stop asking about him.” Ushijima gets you quiet quick and you pout at him the entire practice, along with the occasional bedroom eyes whenever he spikes the ball. The way his clothes cling to his skin have you almost in a trance but by now Ushijima is used to this. He has been used to this his whole life, the way you look at him like he’s the most captivating thing you’ve ever seen. As the two of you have gotten older Ushijima has picked up on the hidden undertones of lust in your gaze but the utter adoration is still there. He still doesn’t know how he feels about this.

A ping from your phone breaks you from your pity-party and you look down at the new notification.

Erika : Oikawa goes to some school called Seijoh TTTTT why couldn’t he have gone to our school?!?!?!

(Y/N) : Honestly TTT But we’ve got cute volleyball players too! Have you seen Kuroo? Like hello!

The time passes quickly as you now focus your attention on your friend and before you know it the practice is over. A handful of players stay behind to work individually and you groan when you notice Ushijima is one of them, but really what did you expect.

“Goshiki! You did really good today, Shiratorizawa is lucky to have you joining them this year!” You can’t help but gush as the first year walks past you and his face heats up at your words.

“T-thank you!” He stutters, a red mess and you smile sweetly at him.

“If any of these punks give you a hard time, let me know.” Your eyes narrow towards Ushijima and Goshiki stiffens at the intensity of your promise.

“What are you going to do all the way in Tokyo (Y/N)?” Ushijima raises an eyebrow at you, clearly unamused and you stick your nose into the air.

“I’ll have you take care of it.” You bicker back and Ushijima just ignores you, focusing back on the ball. “Nothing is more fun than riling him up, I swear.” You spill to the first year and he looks terrified at the thought. “Oh, I’m sorry if I’m taking you away from your practice. Go, go, honey~” The nickname slips from your lips and Goshiki trips over air as he walks back onto the court, barking an insult towards Semi who is pointing out his mistake.

“You have the little first year at your feet (Y/N)-chan, your power.” Tendou teases as he slides down next to you. “Now, have you done anything about your big fat crush on Wakatoshi-kun?” It takes you a moment for Tendou’s words to soak in and you shake your head before letting out a noise of confusion.

“You think I like Ushiwaka?!” You nearly screech, whispering it so quietly that only the redhead can hear.

“Everyone knows you do, we can all tell.” Tendou continues to pry as to see how far he can push you.

“You and everyone else are nuts.” You defend yourself, crossing your arms over your chest. “To be honest I’ve never really thought about it though.” You look up towards the ceiling and think about the question. Silently you ponder over it, do you like Ushijima?

“No, I don’t like him!” You screech lowly and Tendou raises his hands defensively.

There is no way you’re in love with Ushijima Wakatoshi.

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icedthoma · 4 years

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FIRST OF ALL CONGRATULATIONS ON GETTING 2K FOLLOWERS YOU DESERVE IT BBY!!! Also can I req for 5h + Kageyama??

take a break (and get away)

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Reader

5e. Giving a massage + orchestra au

AHH TSYM FOR YOUR SUPPORT OMGG as well as letting me pair e with this prompt since h was already taken! ily and I hope you enjoy!

You should have known he was here.

Despite the school day having ended a long time ago, you can still hear the faint sounds of violin music coming from within the orchestra room, scales and several sections of a piece you recognize from class earlier. Exhaling sharply, you hoist your bag higher over your shoulder and slip inside the room.

The inside of the classroom is completely empty, all the chairs and stands put away for the day and the majority of the lights turned off. One practice room to the side remains illuminated, however, and through the glass you can spot a familiar scowling face marking up his sheet music rather aggressively, violin in his lap and bow resting on the stand in front of him.

Putting his pencil down, Kageyama visibly sighs and raises his violin to his chin, his right hand wrapping around his bow. He takes a deep breath, face steeled in concentration...

And that’s when you decide to enter.

“Yo, Bakayama.”

His instinctive annoyance at being interrupted melts away to be replaced with a look of mild surprise as soon as he catches a glimpse of your face. “What are you doing here? I thought you were catching up on some test you missed.”

“Um, yeah, I was,” you pull out your phone to check the time, “Ten minutes ago. You weren’t answering any of your texts or calls or at any of the vending machines, so I assumed that you’d be here.”

“I’m allowed to be here,” Kageyama reminds you. “As long as I lock up properly. Are you here to practice?”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you pull up a stray chair from the corner of the practice room to his side, plopping onto it and fixing him with a stern look.

“Tobio. I’m not here to practice, because I know when to rest. You should, too.”

He scoffs, folding his arms over his violin now propped up on his lap. “Resting won’t help me improve.”

“You won’t be able to beat Oikawa if you kill yourself practicing forty hours a day, you know.”

A crease forms between his eyebrows at your mention of his rival. “Listen, if you’re not here to practice, then leave me alone. I need to do this,” Kageyama says stiffly, picking up his violin again and turning away from you.

You watch in silence as he positions his left hand along the fingerboard, bringing his bow up for a moment before beginning somewhere in the middle of the piece with a forceful downward bow.

His playing is flawless, not forgetting a single dynamic or key change as his fingers fly across the strings, traveling between positions as naturally as breathing. You know Kageyama’s been playing since he was in elementary school, and is what many would call a musical prodigy. Naturally gifted. A genius.

To Tobio, you know that means he’s never satisfied with himself. There’s always something to perfect, techniques to improve, someone to surpass.

An unexpected wrong note followed by several angry swears jolts you out of your thoughts, and you look up to see Kageyama leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, pressing his fingers to his temples. His violin and bow have been placed on the floor by his stand.

You murmur his name in concern, leaning over to brush his dark bangs out of his face and gently guiding his eyes towards you. Upon closer inspection, they look dull. Tired.

“I messed up,” he says weakly, leaning into your soft touch. “That was supposed to be a C sharp.”

“Don’t worry about that right now,” you say, pulling away and fishing around in your bag with one hand. “You’ve been here for long enough; you need to relax before you frustrate yourself any more.”

Tobio’s about to protest again, but he’s suddenly silenced by a meat bun being stuffed into his mouth, the start of his grumbling turning into a delighted hum of pleasure.

You’re watching him in satisfaction as some of the brightness returns to his eyes. “Better?”

He nods gratefully with a muffled “Thanks,” swallowing the last of the bun before you can even blink. “D-”

“No, I don’t have any more.”

“Dang.” Kageyama huffs and looks back at his music, rotating his shoulders and slightly arching his back as he does so.

This doesn’t go unnoticed. “Don’t tell me you’ve been sitting in this chair the whole time without getting up?”

He at least has the decency to look somewhat guilty. “I was...really focused.”

You facepalm, letting your hand drag down to the side of your face. “To-bi-o,” you sigh, enunciating each syllable as you stand up and go behind his seat, resting your forearms on top the chair’s back. “You seriously need to stop doing this to yourself.”

“What are you doing?” he asks, craning his neck to try to see what you’re doing behind him.

“Forcing you to loosen up,” you reply, sliding your hands around his shoulders and giving them a gentle squeeze before pressing harder, working your fingers around his tense muscles. In front of you, Kageyama lets out a soft groan of relief, his head tilting back towards you.

“That feels good.”

Humming in acknowledgement, you finish his massage by flicking the back of his head with your pointer finger, barely suppressing a cackle at how his head snaps forward and he lets out a cry of indignation.

“What was that for?” he demands, twisting around in his chair.

“For being so stubborn about all this,” you say haughtily. “Like taking a break is like the end of the world for you. Come on, I’ll gather your music while you put your violin away.”

Kageyama picks up his violin from the floor and nods in agreement, loosening his bow whole walking over to where his violin case rests on the floor by a wall. You stack his well annotated music together neatly and slide it into his music folder.

He locks the door behind you as you two head outside so he can walk you home, his gaze trained upwards at the rapidly fading sunlight. “I’m sorry for making you worry.”

You shrug, a teasing glint in your eye as you nudge him playfully, one hand bridging the gap between you to interlock with his. “I’m just glad you’ve come to your senses.”

“Yeah.” Kageyama rubs his thumb lightly along the side of your hand and you smile, stepping closer to him so your shoulders are almost touching.

“Let’s go home.”

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lavieenblancetnoir · 4 years

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Blind Dates

summary I Kageyama realizes that he is the last of his friends that is single. Yearning for something more than just volleyball, he goes on a series of not-so great blind dates in an attempt to attain a relationship. Will he find the one?

genre: ?

pairings: implied y/n x kageyama

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i hope you all enjoy my first haikyuu fic! i opened up my asks so please send in some requests, it can be anything!- i'd love to write some stuff up for you guys :)

“ I cannot believe this is happening “

Kageyama Tobio thought as he sat in complete and utter silence, his hands pressed tightly together in front of him. He was attending a reunion dinner of sorts with his former Karasuno teammates- or that’s what he thought it was supposed to be. Much of the old team had come, with exception of Nishinoya-who was out fishing somewhere in the world, however what he did not expect was for almost everyone to bring a “ plus-one ” or in other words: a significant other.

Surprisingly, Tanaka had gotten married first and even more surprisingly was that he got married to Kiyoko. And not too long after it had been Daichi tying the knot, to the previous captain of the girl’s volleyball team- Michimiya. Kageyama had scanned the table even further noting that every previous member had brought or at least had a significant other, all except for one. His eyes had then landed onto Hinata, realizing he didn’t know if the short wing spiker had someone or not.

Not realizing how much he had been leering, Hinata snaps him out of his thoughts, “ Kageyama, are you okay? “

“ Y-yes.. ”, he continued to leer at him. Should he ask? After another round of silence, he finally asked, “ Hinata… ”

“ Yes? ”

He internally cursed himself, “ Do… Do you have a significant other as well?

Hinata tilted his head to the side curiously before his eyes brightened and he confidently responded, “ Actually I have a date next week! “

Kageyama snapped, grabbing Hinata’s shoulders to violently shake him. “ You?! Of all people--How?! ”

The whole table gawked at what just happened, instantly remembering the interesting dynamics between the two. It’s been three years since highschool and they seem to not have outgrown these petty fights of theirs.

Slam!

Almost instantaneously the quarreling has ceased with Kageyama easing his chokehold on Hinata. Daichi had stood up from where he had been sitting with an all too familiar glare gracing his face. “ What.. Do you think you’re doing?! ”, he roared, immediately berating them for their behavior. Tsukishima began to snicker in the corner, drawing the table's attention to him. Kageyama glared at him knowing what’s about to come next.

“ Kageyama is just jealous that the shorty got a date before he did!,” the blonde laughed.

——

Kageyama idly stood outside the café, waiting for the date that Hinata graciously set up. He groaned, he still seriously cannot believe that Hinata got a date before him. The setter thinks he’s handsome? Or at least pretty alright looking, he had never given it much thought. For a male, he was definitely tall, driven, with a stable career -- those were all things attractive right? To be fair girls were never much of a concern to him up until now, he had volleyball after all. However as of late, he’d been seeing so many of his friends get into serious relationships. Seeing them have someone to support and cherish seems to be different..?

He sighed and looked down at his phone. Whoever Hinata set me up with is late.

Scanning around the area he saw no one in a hurry- maybe he got stood up. Looking down at his phone again, he debated whether or not he should just leave. Not soon after, a timid looking girl with glasses appeared, “ K-Kageyama? “

The date was awkward. Sato Aoi was a girl of few words, much like himself, though this led to a very uncomfortable date. Aoi was just shy whereas he was socially-awkward, not to mention that they literally had nothing in common, making their outing difficult to say the least. Now- she was definitely a nice girl, it was just literary theories and all that mumbo jumbo simply does not process and never will in his poor head.

Kageyama absentmindedly walked into the locker room, leaving his team wondering what exactly is wrong with their setter. Maybe dating is just not something for him right now and, as much as it pained him to think, maybe it would never be. He quite visibly shook his head at these thoughts. Briskly walking to his locker to change, he saw Ushijima begin to do so as well. Even back in highschool, Kageyama observed that they both were similar in some ways from their stoic nature to their desire to dominate in volleyball. One difference unfortunately, was that Ushijima was very much engaged. He let out an exasperated groan.

“ Kageyama-kun. ”

“...”

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He found himself yet again waiting for another blind date set up by none other than Hoshiumi- who listened in on his conversation with Ushijima. Kageyama grimaced at the memory as he remembered the outside hitter’s loud voice piercing through the locker room as he exclaimed stuff about “ finding him a hook-up. ”

Kageyama looked up from the table he was sitting at, his eyes wandering the lobby of the lavish hotel. It was a rather odd place to have a date, he couldn’t fathom what exactly is so appealing about having a date here. Lost in his thoughts, he almost missed the woman who traced a line across his back before she waltzed in front of him.

“ Kageyama Tobio? “

He nodded stiffly, his eyes widening at the woman that had appeared in front of him. She was a looker, he’d give Hoshiumi that much. Sitting up straighter he couldn’t help but notice how well fitting her attire was, everything she wore to how she did her hair perfectly accented every feature. Conversation seemed to flow better with this Watanbe Yume, mainly due to her outgoing nature. There was not much they had in common but it was much easier to grasp and far more interesting than literary theory. He found her to be sure of herself, well-versed in many things, and a woman of culture from what grasped from her stories of travelling the world. Though he did notice she was a bit too touchy, finding her constantly playfully nudging him and such.

A flirtatious smile graced her face as she placed a hand on Kageyama, drawing him out from his thoughts.

“ Let’s go upstairs Tobio? ”

“ What? ”

“ Don’t you want to have some fun? ”

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Kageyama must have been desperate, really desperate. He found himself waiting yet again for someone--except this time it wasn’t a date. The setter had begrudgingly sought out help from the infamous Oikawa Tooru-- a talented setter who was just as talented with the ladies. He chugged his beer, knowing all too well for what’s to come. Luckily Oikawa seemed to be mindful of their tense relationship and opted for a lax bar setting rather than a restaurant to reconvene.

“ Tobio-chan~ ” Oikawa waltzed in with his nephew, Takeru, in tow.

Kageyama stared at him and did not say anything. Did he just bring a 13 year old to a bar with him? Picking up on his silent judging, and instantaneously igniting the hate felt before.

“ What? Have you never heard of a designated- ” Oikawa stopped to look at an equally judgemental Takeru before reasserting, “ Designated person to take care of you when you’re drunk! ”

“ Sure… ”

With that, both took swigs of beer before Kageyama divulged his failed blind dates.

——

Kageyama scowled. This was far from the “ perfect date ” that was promised. He knew he shouldn't have trusted his former upperclassmen. He should've known all the girls he knew were a part of his " fanclub. " How Oikawa kept a steady following since highschool and while he was in Argentina was beyond him.

“ And then Oikawa- ”

If Kageyama learned how to do anything from these blinddates, it would be how to tune someone out. He was tired, the poor guy had gone out on three consecutive dates, and still no luck. At this point, why even try? Soon enough the date was over and while Kageyama had the decency to stay for the whole duration of it, he wanted to claw his ears out hearing that much praise for Oikawa. He stayed within the tiny restaurant that he just had his date in, thank god he suggested it.

This time Kageyama had picked the place out instead of allowing his so-called date. He thought perhaps that the quaint nature of his favorite spot to eat would bring some level of comfort or some type of luck- or bring him the one. He found that groaning and sighing was a constant action the last couple of days. And of course, all of this was ranted to the waitress he often saw working there. Being a regular, Kageyama had naturally grown to know some of the workers especially (y/n) who was similar in age to him.

You were around the same age, a college student pursuing a music degree. The two of you got along quite well especially since you both had much of the same views and drive towards your respected goals. He took a sip of his drink and sunk back into his chair, watching you giggle at his dilemma.

“Maybe you’d enjoy going out with me instead,” (y/n) joked before picking up his empty cup and walking away.

His eyes widened. Oh shit, you were there the whole time.

Kageyama then stumbled to his feet after you, knowing that you were the one he should have been asking out.

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in-class-daydreams · 4 years

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Parlay | (Kuroo x Reader) | Chapter 6

- Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (ft. Roommate Kenma)

Word Count: ~1,600

Genres: Fluff, angst if you squint, general buffoonery

CW: Swearing, mention of intoxication, more secondhand embarrassment

Summary: (Y/N), a first-year student attending Tokyo U, is living with her best friend, Kozume Kenma. Little did she know, her life would be turned upside down after being exposed to Kenma’s volleyball teammate and close friend, Kuroo Tetsurou. One wrong move, and the parlay’s stakes only get higher each time.

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With Oikawa on the court, and with the opposing team so unprepared for him changing the team’s dynamic, the whistle blew soon enough and Tokyo U had secured their victory. The team lined up in front of their school’s spectator section and said their thanks. (Y/N) noticed Kuroo’s eyes roaming the stands as if he were searching for someone. Stating they had a history exam in the morning, Shusei and Tamaki said their goodbyes, though not without Shusei lamenting not getting to meet ‘them hotties’ with (Y/N).

“Kenma! You were so cool today!” The setter caught her in his arms when she nearly tackled him outside the locker room. She continued poking fun at him as he blushed and looked away.

“Hey, hey, hey, who’s this cutie?” the eccentric spiker from before came up to them with the Pretty Number 6 beside him. Kenma sighed at his loudness.

“(Y/N), this is Bokuto Kotarou and Akaashi Keiji.”

(Y/N) bowed, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Both of you played beautifully today.” Akaashi thanked her politely for the compliment while Bokuto struck a power pose.

“Oya, you’re Kenma’s friend? You wanna come get drinks with the team after this?” Bokuto asked. (Y/N) shook her head in embarrassment at the idea of spending time drinking with a group of guys.

“Oh no, I couldn’t intrude on a team event. You guys should celebrate your victory together as a team, not with some spectator,” she protested.

“Please, you wouldn’t be intruding,” Akaashi spoke up. God, even his voice was pretty, “The event isn’t so exclusive. We’d love to have you.” No one can really resist a request from the pretty setter, so (Y/N) reluctantly agreed.

“All right! The cutie is coming to our party!” Bokuto leaned in, “But don’t think I’m reducing you to ‘cutie’, and please don’t hesitate to tell me if any of my nicknames for you make you uncomfortable.”

(Y/N) smiled at his sweet words and told him he’d done nothing to make her feel unsafe. He gave her a grateful smile in return. The sound of squealing reached her ears once more, signifying a certain someone’s appearance.

“Ah, and who might this cutie be?” the newcomer asked teasingly, holding out a hand for her to shake, “It’s been a while since our court was graced by a girl so pretty~”

Playing along, (Y/N) took his proffered hand, which he turned and brought up towards his lips. Iwaizumi’s large hand came into view when it smacked into the Oikawa’s face.

“Stop being greasy!” he scolded.

“But Iwa-chan, it’s just (Y/N)-chan!” Oikawa whined.

“I don’t care. Don’t flirt with girls that way. It’s not classy.”

“He’s right, Tooru. Your charms have gotten a bit cheesy since we last saw each other.”

“Ehhh? (Y/N)-chan, how could you say that?!”

By then, Kuroo was freshly showered, and ready to have a drink and relax. Exiting the locker room, he saw (Y/N) surrounded by his teammates.

“(Y/N)-chan, how could you say that?!” he heard Oikawa cry. (Y/N)-chan… -Chan? -CHAN?? Did she and Crappykawa know each other somehow? He frowned at the way she giggled at the brunette’s antics because… because she was flirting with him right in front of Kenma, of course! But, man, Kenma didn’t look concerned at all. In fact, he looked completely relaxed. Kuroo wondered if there was something he was missing.

“Sksksksk.”

“I’m tiktok famous!”

“Bitch lasagna~”

“WHAT ARE YOUUUUUUUU?!?! AN IDIOT SANDWICH???”

“AN IDIOT CHEF MAKES FOR AN IDIOT SANDWICH!!!!”

“Apple bottom jeans.”

“Boots with the jeans.”

“Shawty got jeans, jeans, jeans--”

“No, it’s ‘SHAWTY IMMA PARTY ‘TIL THE SUNDOWN’”

“Uhmmm nooooo….it’s ‘yo nice skirt’ get it right sksksks.”

Ah, boys. They are an enigma. College guys were just tall 8 year olds with muscles and student debt. Drinks was being hosted by the tall, intimidating, taciturn spiker that introduced himself politely as Ushijima Wakatoshi. The man in question was lounging near the minibar. The apartment was clean and modern, if not somewhat minimalistic.

Bokuto and Nishinoya, the energetic libero she’d met upon arrival, were somehow already shirtless and… having a flexing match, maybe? (Y/N) wasn’t entirely sure. It hadn’t been 20 minutes since they’d arrived, and (Y/N) had the sinking feeling that both of them were doing this completely sober. To the right of the large studio apartment, Kenma, Kuroo, and Oikawa were playing Pario Marty 8.

“Wahh, I wanted to be Peach!”

“Just be Rosalina!”

“But Tetsu-chaaaan, I wanna be the O.G. badass!”

Akaashi walked up to the counter and sat down beside her. He offered her a drink, which she declined, saying Iwaizumi was bringing her one. Settling into his seat, Akaashi followedr her line of sight to the group of idiots yelling at each other across the room.

“They’re always so loud like this. I’m not sure why,” he sighed.

Iwaizumi appeared to (Y/N)’s left and sat down as well. “Probably because they share one tiny brain cell between the two of them. Kenma has his own that he refuses to share.”

(Y/N) thanked him for the drink he handed her. Amused, she asked, “A whole brain cell? How many do those two have, then?” She gestured to the shotgunning challenge Bokuto and Noya were having.

“Zero,” her companions said in unison. The three of them laughed. They made small talk together about their majors, the match they played earlier, the tea house. (Y/N) thoroughly enjoyed the pretty setter’s company as well as getting to spend time with Hajime-kun again. Despite the overall chaos in the room, there was a certain warmth that came from spending time as a group like this.

“So it’s only 12:30 and Kuroo’s overly competitive ass has had EIGHT drinks already, right?” Bokuto had come down from his adrenaline high, humbled by his tragic loss to his much smaller opponent, and the owl-haired boy was content with embarrassing his his close friend, “Bro thinks he’s just tearing it up on the dance floor, but by then he was just kinda swaying a little, but it’s all good because he’s hot (no homo), and this group of college girls is in a booth makin’ eyes at him because, again, even if he’s deliriously drunk, he’s still hot as funk (no homo times two). Eventually, one of the girls struts over - all confidence and long legs and dang - anyway, they flirt a bit, and he gets invited to their table (tfti). I end up sitting at the bar and getting a drink, and when I look over, my boy is sloooowly leaning in, and I’m like, ‘Okay, Tetsu, get it!’ The girl’s friends had left the booth the give them a little privacy, but they’re still kinda watching from afar because, friends, yanno, and the girl has her eyes closed and she is ready for this kiss aaaaand...” Bokuto stopped for dramatic effect. “Homeboy misses her face entirely and faceplants into the table, dead asleep.”

His audience erupts in laughter and the wild-haired boy’s expense. Speak of the devil, as he walks up right as Kenma is starting his own story.

“At lunch today, (Y/N) was taking his order and--”

“DON’T TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THAT!” Kuroo screamed in horror. His teammates laughed even harder. Enjoying catching their scheming teammate off-guard, they pressed harder.

“What did you do, Tetsu-chan? Did you get lost in (Y/N)-chan’s eyes?”

“I bet he did that ugly laugh and scared her off.”

“Maybe he flirted too hard and got slapped.”

They took turns smacking Kuroo on the back, making the boy bury his head in his arms. He felt a smaller, softer hand, not like any of his teammates large, beefy hands, running its fingers through his hair. The tension in his shoulders immediately dissipated until he realized that only a few people had hands that gentle and only one who would actually comfort him right now.

‘(Y/N), I appreciate the thought right now, but if you keep touching me, I’m going to dIE,’ he screamed internally. His teammates ended up dragging (Y/N) away from him to play some sort of game he wasn’t really listening to the name of. As those delicate fingertips faded away from his scalp, he looked up discreetly to find (Y/N) already looking at him.

She gave him a smile, that smile he was beginning to see whenever he closed his eyes. He smiled back, but his eyes dropped to where hers and Oikawa’s hands were intertwined. The (Y/N) Kuroo had been spending time with as of late didn’t seem like that kind of person, but he knew men could be sharks, and he needed to make sure he wasn’t one of them.

For the sake of Bro-Code, and for the sake of Kenma’s relationship, Kuroo decided he had to really try to distance himself from her.

He had to, before he found himself in too deep.

(A/N): Hello everyone!! Things will start to take a turn that will make you wanna slap Kuroo through the screen...but for those of you who are Oikawa stans (I am too), we’re planning an Oikawa x Reader as well :) Once again, thanks for all the support it really means a lot to us! See you soon!

- Admin Kiwi-Chan 030

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#haikyuu kuroo #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ushijima wakatoshi #nishinoya yuu #bokuto kotarou #akaashi keiji

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seijch · 4 years

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BY DAY, you attend classes and sling drinks at the campus cafe. By night, you’re known as the Harbinger, an individual with the Gift of shadow and darkness. Your two jobs have never had any reason to collide…not until the appearance of a fellow Gifted by the name of Ace, anyway.

[ read luck of the draw here !! ]

this is an extra post for me to infodump on all the worldbuilding details i never got to fit into my already obnoxiously large fic 🕺🏻🕺🏻 its holding my brain hostage so maybe posting this will help!!!

please read luck of the draw before clicking the readmore !! there are spoilers abound (and you probably won’t understand much of what i’m saying if you haven’t read the fic LMAO)

ABOUT THE CONCEPT

the very core of luck of the draw isn’t actually unique to kenji or to haikyuu in general; in fact, it was originally a part of a superhero!skz series i was planning to write but never got around to. the foundation of this fic -- kenji’s power and the idea of them being opposing forces that slowly draw together -- was originally given to stray kids’ hyunjin. i never went past the Thinking Stage with it, so it was fairly easy to hand the concept over to futakuchi when i moved fandoms.

the dynamic of this fic in general was inspired pretty heavily by miraculous ladybug’s “love square,” but i ... obviously wasn’t going to write all four sides of it so i stuck to the civilian identities (the reader and kenji) and the alteregos (harbinger and ace). in the kpop version of this wip, the reader and hyunjin were coworkers, but in moving from one fandom to another and reworking it for futakuchi, i decided to make them friends instead. they’re not particularly close (they’re definitely comfortable but not close Emotionally) to start with, but there’s potential for something to start!

ABOUT THE WORLD

in this universe, the city is ruled by two major factions that control much of the economy: seijoh, who controls the entertainment/tourism industries and has its fingers in most of the smaller businesses around the city (such as johzenji and dateko) and nekoma, who is partnered with the equally large fukurodani to control shipment of all kinds as well as the food industry (among others). nekoma has allies within the local government, and seijoh all but controls the law enforcement.

karasuno, on the other hand, works entirely from the underground to overhaul the way things are run in the city; it’s a bit .... corrupt as of right now, and they seek to change that.

at the top are typically individuals blessed with special powers known as gifts. these gifts can be as mundane as the ability to make flowers bloom wherever you walk or as powerful as being able to alter the flow of time. there exist a series of regulations (and a shit ton of paperwork) that come about whenever an individual happens to manifest a gift.

however, the city’s gifted demographic is incorrectly represented; a chunk of the gifted population are instead drawn to the allure of making money by doing illicit deeds for companies like seijoh or nekoma. these individuals’ gifts are never properly documented due to the traceability it lends itself to, should a job go wrong.

the government is supposedly in talks to enact stricter laws on the gifted, despite them making up a comparatively small percentage of the population. the head of the department of gifted individuals, ushijima wakatoshi, is a particularly overwhelming force in support of better regulation of his fellow gifted.

ABOUT THE CHARACTERS

in the first draft of luck of the draw, the sequence of events and relationship dynamics were MUCH different. in the final draft, you see the alteregos being drawn to each other first before you see the civilians come together.

in that first draft, it was originally centered on the civilians getting together despite kinda-sorta being attracted to each other’s alterego? as a result, the kiss scene between the alteregos was still there but it was DRASTICALLY different. the whole idea of it and imo moral ambiguitity (kenji and the reader never went official with their relationship in the first draft) didn’t sit right with me at all; it felt a little like i was using cheating as a plot device which ??? no.

to make the long story short, the execution of that (tbh poorly developed) idea was.......less than stellar.

so i took a look at the chronology and basically upended the entire midsection to make the concept something that was less awful morally? that’s what i hope happened, anyway LJSKDFLSD

in the first draft, the reader (as harbinger) was also much less competent than they are in the final draft as a result of having been affiliated with karasuno for a shorter time. in truth, the harbinger’s origin story didn’t surface until i was in the middle of writing the second draft!

when it comes to the other characters:

oikawa doesn’t have a gift, which is rather rare for someone with their thumb sitting so heavily on the city’s pulse point

iwaizumi’s gift is entirely up to interpretation! him and oikawa making formal appearances in the story was something that only came up towards the end of draft two, so i didn’t have the space (word count wise) to really give either much thought

kyotani came into his gift without any control over it, and is only given amnesty because he was found hiding by iwaizumi

i really really wanted to talk about kyotani in this fic but ultimately it wasnt revolving around him + i once again didn’t have space to even tease an encounter with him (so in the fic proper he’s mostly there as a cameo + to scare you as you read into a potential action scene)

aone and kenji actually come from the same company that happened to come under seijoh’s control, so they’re more comfortable with each other than anyone else!

hinata has the gift of manipulation as long as you’re making eye contact with him; unfortunately, if he wills it, it’s rather hard to break eye contact once you’ve made it -- aone made the mistake of glancing at him during the takeover at seijoh hq, leading to his hold on harbinger loosening

kageyama obviously has the gift of ice/hail/snow manipulation to a rather strong extent, considering he can create it where there is none and lower the temperature of the air around him (the reader cannot create their own darkness, only manipulate what is around them)

he also has some beef with oikawa (or is it the other way around?) that involves him formerly working under seijoh -- not one of their many smaller companies, but seijoh itself (much like iwaizumi and after kageyama leaves, kyotani)

in terms of who’s been with karasuno the longest of the introduced cast, it’s tsukishima/three-eyes > hinata = kageyama > reader (but not by much)

MISCELLANEOUS

following the takeover of seijoh, tsukishima finds himself at wit’s end much more often LMAO

there are a good amount of deleted scenes and scenes that were only added in at the very last second!

among the deleted scenes is a scene where the civilians are at the park -- in the first draft, it happened in the middle, but in the second it was towards the end. it got taken out because come the end of the second draft, i realized it no longer fit ...

in terms of completion status, it probably ?? took a little over a month from this to go from Thinking Stage to the 14.2k monstrosity you see now? there were a couple of weeks early on where i did nothing on my ipad and laptop except outline and write, respectively

i definitely got burned out halfway through (which is abt the time i posted the xc2 au .. i NEEDED to work on smth else)

the idea of the clock tower wasn’t present at all in the first draft!! i only really came up with it in the second draft because i’d rather have them meet somewhere consistent and identifiable rather than some nondescript building

the running joke (?) of them getting drinks together wasn’t present until the third and final draft -- originally the scene where ace asks “do you remember our last conversation?” had a different beginning

in fact, a lot of the scenes that are a bit more...emotionally charged (see: every scene after ace’s unmasking as well as the movie night scene where the civilians struggle to define what their relationship has become) had to be overhauled dramatically

ummm i love kenji thats it! none of this would be possible if i didnt have the strongest mf brainrot for him so ... ! theres that LMAO

(theres probably more im forgetting to say ........ if any of you want to pick my brain regarding the chronology or the characters or why i had them say something or do something send me an ask! this post tbh is almost entirely for me but i didnt put this much thought into a fic that long to NOT share it with everyone else)

#futakuchi x reader #haikyuu scenario #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #futakuchi kenji #i shouldnt have typed this out #i feel like writing a spinoff #i cant tell if itd be another kenji fic or explore kyotani or even kageyama tbh #this universe is literally holding me at gunpoint omg luck of the draw took so much from me but i still want to write fic in the same settin

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hqprotectionsquad · 4 years

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Sunlight (Kunimi x Reader)

Title: Sunlight Ship: Kunimi x Reader Word Count: 1,568 Summary: Kunimi takes you home after he is dragged on a double date with Oikawa and his crush. A/N: cross posted from my Wattpad!

Kunimi leans into the desk chair, scanning the classroom. Deep breath in, deep breath out. No need for anyone to see that he is having an internal breakdown. His face is stone-cold, with his eyes as dull as usual, but his head is clattered with memories and thoughts, and most importantly, a realization that shook his form in the first place: he developed feelings for you.

For him, this is huge. He hasn't had a crush since junior high, and even then, he found the idea of a prospering relationship too much to handle. Now, while his perspective toward romance has matured, he wants his feelings to be like milk, spoiled once exposed to the elements. He just needs a few reasons to create a barrier between his brain and his heart. Maybe you have a bad habit of dog-earring your pages or you chew too loud or you tend to speak on the sarcastic side. Something. Anything.

Volleyball practice arrives and Kunimi pinpoints the original source of the "problem," as he wants to call this thing that's taken over his mind. This man with perfectly styled hair is ultimately the reason why you and your best friend even come to the volleyball games and while it isn't as hard to talk to Ritsuko, you are a little more difficult, only because Kunimi can't look at you in the eyes. Oikawa approaches Kunimi at the end of practice, glowing and glistening instead of appearing sweaty like everyone else. "Kunimi-chan, will you be meeting up with me, (L/N)-chan, and Ri-chan after we finish here today? I could use a friend to help me seal the deal with Ri-chan and she'll only come if (L/N)-chan comes."

Kunimi slings the towel around the crook of his elbow but all he really wants to do with the sweat-sopped thing is throw it into Oikawa's face. Is he really indirectly pushing the limits to his brain? Oikawa wouldn't know anything about it but Kunimi has nothing to do today and his mom is always nagging him to spend time with his friends instead of reading inside or peppering a volleyball by himself. Kunimi replies coolly, "Sure. What are we doing?"

"Cafe study date, of course!" Oikawa sips from his water bottle, but the corner of his lips form a grin. "I hope we do more talking than studying but you never know. Ri-chan and (Y/N)-chan are so studious sometimes."

"I see." Kunimi nods and gathers his things. "I'll meet you in twenty."

"Okay!" Oikawa's thumb and index finger meet to make a circle. "Say hi to them if you see them before I do! They'll be stopping by the gym. See you!"

Once Kunimi gets into the shower, he does everything he can to prevent himself from banging his head against the tiled wall. The water from the shower head rolls onto his body, then off into the drain. Why did he even agree to this? He is just going to shut off, like the robot everyone says he is. This is a mistake.

"Do you understand what they're talking about?" You lean over to whisper in Kunimi's ear. He shakes his head with a frown in response.

Across the table, your best friend and Oikawa are discussing what seems to be school but also flirting with every other word. You didn't think that was possible up until that moment. Ri-chan always goes for the studious kind, which is kind of the reason why you were so skeptical when she asked you to accompany her to this study session. Oikawa never struck you as the smart guy, but here you were, proven wrong, apparently. Kunimi, on the other hand, is quiet, but it appears that he cares a lot about his grades because he actually is studying for an exam he has next week, according to him.

"What are you working on?" You nudge Kunimi's elbow with yours and at first, it looks like he's about to lash out at you. You scoot into the back of your chair, folding your arms. He doesn't seem invested in his work and he sets his pencil to the side.

"A math assignment." His voice is everything but a murmur. "What are you working on, (L/N)-chan?" Your name doesn't roll off as easy as you thought it would, and you can't help but to wonder if his would sound weird in your mouth too.

"An essay for Japanese literature. I don't really understand it though." Your lips form a thin line before you force yourself to take a sip from your latte. If you were going to spend nearly 600 yen on a drink, you needed to finish it.

"I see." Kunimi nodded and looked outside the window, no longer paying attention to you. You know that he's not an outgoing person, but with Ri-chan and Oikawa doing all sorts of things across the table, you wish you had a more receptive person to the left of you.

Ri-chan pushes herself out of the table with her eyes wide open. "Ah! I need to go pick up Haru-kun!" Her brother, only five, gets picked up. You remember meeting him for the first time and you understand why Ri-chan goes out of her way for her sibling. He is one of the shiest things on this earth.

"Let me come with you, Ri-chan! So that you won't have to go alone." Oikawa suggests with his million-yen smile and she graciously accepts.

"I apologize, Kunimi-san and (Y/N)," Ri-chan's words come out fast and muddled. They bow to the both of you before taking their leave. The bell at the top of the door resounds in your ears over and over. Did that just really happen? You ask yourself. You glance over to Kunimi's expression and it seems that he reacted similarly.

"Er, I suppose I should take you home then." Kunimi offers after noticing your cup drew empty a while ago.

"Yeah, there isn't much point to staying after they've left anyway." You shrug, placing your notebook and pencils back into your school bag. After zipping up and thanking the server for the food and beverages, you motion for him to lead the way out.

He does and he barely looks at you before heading off into a direction. "Kunimi, my house is the other way," you pant after needing to run after him. He isn't necessarily fast, but he is persistent.

"Oh. Okay." To you, it looks like Kunimi is one to only work, but you know from watching him over the year you've known of him that he doesn't even work sometimes. What is the turmoil behind his eyes? What is he thinking about?

This time, you lead the way but you make sure you stand next to him. Now that you're side by side, you need to roll your eyes up to your eyebrows to properly have a look at him. Soft threads of hair, a fit and capable body, but saddest of all, his eyes evoke stirring into your heart. When was the last time someone really got to know him?

"Kunimi-san, if you don't mind me asking," you begin as your scenery changes from the hustle of the city center to the suburbs where most people live. "Do you have friends from outside of the volleyball team?"

"Not really," he replies.

"Why not?"

"I don't go out of my way to make new friends." It is simple and the truth, but it stings your eyes.

"Right." You nod, pushing down the stone in your throat. "Have you ever wanted to become friends with other people?"

"I guess," he mutters as you turn a corner and he follows suit, shoving his hands in his front pockets. "It doesn't really matter to me whether or not I have friends."

"Isn't it a little lonely though?" You prod more, seeing if he'll say anything or do anything. You can't really imagine yourself going further out of your current friend group either, but your group is diverse in all the activities you do. No one person shares all the same ones, which makes conversations exciting.

"Sometimes."

His words trail into a deafening silence. You walk for what you believe is hours and you continue toward your home. The next time he looks at you is when you arrive at the gate of your family home. It is modest, but it is perfect for a family like yours.

"Thank you for bringing me home." You smile as you fish for your keys in your bag, holding out the strap with one hand.

"You're welcome, (L/N)-san." His grin is a ghost, only seen for a second, but you catch it.

"You have a nice smile," you comment softly and shake your head. He isn't looking for new friends, you remind yourself. Your voice raises in dynamics when you say, "So! How far away do you live from here?"

"Maybe...20 minutes." He scratches his head with one of his fingers.

"You should've told me! Your house is far from here!" You go as far as slapping him lightly on the arm, but he doesn't really react.

"It's okay. I wanted to." His small smile returns. The sun streams through the tree on the sidewalk and when it hits Kunimi, it washes over his features with a soft glow. No longer does he look dull, he shines brighter than ever.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu writing #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu writer #haikyuu x reader #hq oneshot #hq writing #kunimi akira #kunimi #kunimi x reader #aoba johsai #seijoh #haikyuu fanfiction #oikawa tooru #oikawa

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skiecas · 6 years

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hi i saw your post so i wanted to share my headcannon/prompt? I always imagine Iwa not being so rude and denying of physical affection as some writers have him in their fics. While i do like the dynamic, i have a headcannon that Iwa constantly asks Oikawa for cuddles when he’s feeling a little down or is sick or just when he’s craving it! my weakness is a very honest and open Iwa c: thanks

i. recharge

There’s a metallic clunk as the front door swings shut, and the sound causes ripples in the silence. Tooru’s fingers pause momentarily over his keyboard, as he listens for familiar sounds—the front cubby gliding open, a gym bag meeting the floor, a sigh dulled by fatigue—before he resumes his monotonous typing.

He doesn’t realize he’s squinting until a light is flicked on and the wrinkles around his eyes automatically loosen; it had become dark without his realizing, the blue screen of his laptop acting as a weak source of light. Normally this would be accompanied by a lecture. “This is why your eyes have gone to shit,” Hajime likes to growl.

Instead, arms wind around his shoulders and a body drops onto his back.

Tooru fingers the curl of a bicep, nonplussed. “You’re crushing me, Iwa-chan.”

“…deal with’t,” comes the response, mumbled against the skin of his nape. Not a moment later, a nose burrows into his flesh, and the aftershock of a sleepy hum rakes down Tooru’s spine.

This is foul play. Hajime knows he’s sensitive there.

Tooru expectedly gives in, even if the bulky weight of his boyfriend inclines him forward and makes it near impossible for him to work on his term paper. “Did you have a nice time at the gym?” he asks, now amused.

“I… might have overdone it a bit,” Hajime admits, and holds on to him tighter.

“Should I get the pain patches?”

“Mm, no.” A rumble vibrates his chest, and then he nuzzles a cheek against Tooru’s neck, which is entirely too cute and too unfair, even before he sighs, “This is enough. Just let me recharge my batteries a bit.”

Tooru looks over his shoulder but all he sees are spokes of hair and the back of a faded Seijou hoodie; the rest of his boyfriend seems to have turned into a single puddle of a person, like Tooru was the pavement after a long day of rain.

“Well, I don’t exactly mind. But.” He gestures to his computer as best as he can with his arms trapped under so much muscle. “I am trying to be a good student here and all.”

There’s a momentary lapse of stillness, before Hajime makes a low noise like he’s soaked in grief and peels his arms away. Tooru almost panics—“I didn’t mean you had to let go, Iwa-chan,” he begins to say—until strong legs curl around his waist and the arms soon follow, his boyfriend rearranging himself to lean his weight instead on his lower region. But he’s latched on no less tighter.

“At least take off your gross socks,” Tooru scoffs, as he tests the mobility of his freed arms.

“Not enough battery left for that,” comes the slurred reply. He sounds halfway unconscious and it would probably be best for him to head to bed. But he doesn’t seem keen on letting go, and Tooru is certainly not going to fight him on the matter.

With a fond sigh and a slumbering boyfriend pasted to his back, he resumes his monotonous typing over his keyboard.

me: *taps mic* “ahem…….koala iwa”crowd: *goes wild*

ii. pout

Tooru keeps his face firmly turned towards the far wall as he climbs under the covers. If Hajime wasn’t sure he was being ignored before, he’s certainly sure of it now.

“You know,” he says, “you could just tell me why you’re mad like a normal person.”

No response comes back to him, not that he’d been expecting one. Tooru was as bull-headed as he was beautiful.

“Of course, that’d be too easy,” he continues, now with an edge of amusement. “And you’re all about making my life hard.”

This heckles his boyfriend to some degree, whose face screws up before he opens his mouth. Hajime is equally prepared to hear am not versus and your dick. But Tooru simply clicks his mouth shut in the end, hardening his jaw and turning his face back away with that same pinched expression like he’d just swallowed a lemon or seen Kageyama across a crowded train terminal.

Hajime almost barks outright in laughter. “Hey. Flower boy.”

Tooru visibly stiffens at the term, a borderline compliment that Hajime was normally stingy about handing out.

Hajime takes the chance to hook a finger under his chin, bring his face forward, and plant a strong kiss on his mouth. He’s smirking when he pulls back, and knocks their foreheads together.

“You’re cute when you’re pouty,” he says, eyes twinkling.

Tooru opens his mouth, but seems at a loss for words. The hand holding the back of his head prevents him from pulling back, so he’s stuck here, in this close proximity to his boyfriend who he’s trying to be angry with, but who’s looking at him with a swirling cocktail of amusement and blatant fondness and the most infuriatingly handsome smirk that, quite honestly, he’s always been a complete sucker for; Hajime sees all of this flicker through his eyes in a split second, followed quickly by the decision to give in.

Finally, he remarks, “I’m cute all the time, Iwa-chan.”

And Hajime does laugh this time, right before he amends, “Always.”

iii. just because

Tooru kicks away from the counter when the microwave falls into darkness with a chirpy tune, inhaling the syrupy smell of caramel as he pulls out his popcorn and tips the contents into a bowl that was twice the size of his own head. The frayed ends of his pajama bottoms drag against the tiles as he skips out of the kitchen, pushing up his frames when they slip down his nose.

Hajime looks up from his homework when he stops in front of the TV, and very visibly bites back a grin.

Tooru knows what he looks like. He’s got his purple, brightening mask drying on his face, and he’d clipped back his bangs with his niece’s strawberry barrettes that his sister had left behind on her last visit. But it was Sunday night: Tooru’s one day to be ugly and unhealthy in peace and not give a damn about it.

“I know I’m gorgeous, Iwa-chan,” he sniffs, as he thumbs through their selection of movies. “But you could at least be a little subtle with your staring.”

“Subtle staring is overrated,” comes the breezy reply. “I should know. I did it for eighteen years.”

Tooru’s lips twitch, but he’s unable to smile due to the hardened mask around the perimeter of his mouth. When he looks, his boyfriend seems to have abandoned his work in favor of stretching his arms over his head; when he notices Tooru’s gaze, he folds them behind his nape and returns the look with his trademark smile—the kind that turned up just at one end and was guaranteed to turn Tooru’s knees to jelly.

Tooru quickly looks back towards their DVDs before his body could react in some embarrassing, physical way. He settles eventually on a trashy action flick Hanamaki had brought over last year and forgotten to ever take back, popping it into their player before looking for a place to sit.

Hajime suddenly holds out one arm.

Tooru stares. “What?”

“Come here,” he says, thumping his chest once before extending his arm again. “Next to me.”

Tooru bites down on his lip. Despite the urge to instantly give in, he’s suspicious. “I’m not letting you eat all my popcorn,” he finally retorts.

Hajime rolls his eyes. “You know I don’t like that sweet kind anyway.”

This was certainly true, and he considers his boyfriend, loosening the tight grip he has on his bowl now that he’s sure it would not be snatched away. Without further thought, he falls down next to him on the floor, where Hajime curls his arm over his shoulders and drags him tight into his chest, then pulls one of Tooru’s legs between his knees so they could become wound into one being.

“What’re we watching?” he breathes into his hair, like he doesn’t really want to know the answer, he just wants to send sparks shooting down Tooru’s entire body.

Tooru squirms and says, “The TV, Iwa-chan,” though he gets the feeling they wouldn’t watch much of the movie by the end of the night.

True to his word, he doesn’t doesn’t let Hajime take any of his popcorn.

But he does let him steal as many neck kisses as he wants.

#fic #haikyuu #iwaoi #I LOVE AFFECTIONATE IWA ANON #this is not one cohesive story but rather three diff. scenes of iwa being affectionate #i hope it's as cute and cheesy as you wanted c:

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kyovtani · 4 years

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𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 – 𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒛𝒖𝒎𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒎𝒆

࿏ pairing: iwaizumi hajime x chubby female reader ࿏ genre: fluff, smut, angst; best friends to lovers!AU ࿏ word count: 11.6k (at this point i have no explanation, im sorry) ࿏ warnings: swearing, mentions of body image issues, self doubts, anxiety, bullying, fat shaming; as well as violence and blood (iwa gets into a fight mwah); ddlg (daddy dom-little girl) dynamics, soft dom!iwa, body worship, praising, sugarcoated degradation, spitting, choking, fingering, face riding, unprotected sex

࿏ Summary: After four years of trying to get over your stupid crush on your best friend, said male finally comes back home and all of a sudden all of those plans are thrown overboard...

Even though you‘ve known about it for so long now, you still feel your heart skip a beat when Matsukawa mentions his return to Japan and no matter how hard you try to, you can‘t help the way the disgusting mixture of anxiety, nervousness and excitement starts filling your veins.

After all it‘s been literal years since you‘ve last seen him.

Iwaizumi Hajime, former Seijoh Ace, now freshly majored athletic trainer, your best friend of ten years and — love of your life.

However, of course he doesn‘t know about the latter and as pathetic as it may sound, you‘re quite proud of yourself for hiding your feelings for him so well that he hasn‘t suspected anything in all these years the two of you have been friends.

Of course it‘s painful and basically nothing but literal torture to watch the guy you‘ve lost your heart to years ago, move on with his life thinking he‘s nothing but a friend to you, but you know you‘d always choose this pain over the one of rejection and shame.

Because after all you‘re not his type or what he looks for in a partner and you're very much aware of it.

And no matter how many times you daydream about a life as his girlfriend, you won’t ever forget about the fact that Iwaizumi Hajime, basically a literal athlete, would never date someone who looked like you.

Growing up on the bigger side, physically wise, has always been difficult and something you're struggling with to this day. You had always hoped for those extra pounds to disappear once you hit puberty, just like it had happened to all of your friends but those hopes were quickly destroyed when you still found yourself hiding from full length mirrors to avoid having to look at your own body in your third year of High School.

By the time you turned eighteen, you had tried every kind of diet in hopes of losing weight but all of them just ended with you losing motivation and every bit of your happiness and even though you still struggle with it in your mid-twenties, you‘ve come to terms with it.

This is who you are and despite taking literal decades to realize it, you‘ve slowly but surely started accepting it.

However, when it comes to relationships, you‘ve given up completely.

After years and years of being rejected, hidden, fat shamed and disrespected by men who hated their own attraction to bigger women, you stopped wasting your time and energy on dating. If you wanted to hear someone shame you for being big, you could just go home to your family or back in your memory to remember all those mean things the skinny girls in your school had thrown at you.

Or you could just look in the mirror and let your brain do the job after eating literally anything.

Just thinking about a guy like Iwaizumi looking at you in that way has you chuckling coldly and every time you imagine confessing to him, it ends with a broken heart on your side because your brain loves to keep things realistic and never once have you considered the possibility of him liking you back.

It‘s not that Iwaizumi, or any of the Seijoh Volleyball boys, have treated you badly or even slightly differently in the three years you were their manager, but after having to deal with fat shaming your whole life, it has become quite difficult for you to believe that anyone found you attractive at all.

Especially people like the widely known Seijoh third years who also happen to – still – be your closest friends.

And unfortunately, as glad as you are that Iwaizumi remains rather oblivious to your year-long crush on him, the other boys, including the professional athlete to be, Oikawa Tōru who’s currently living his best life in Argentina are pretty much aware of your feelings for the trainer.

So, just as usual whenever the topic of Iwaizumi Hajime enters the conversation between the other two, you’re met with pitying stares from Takahiro and a lot of teasing coming from Issei. But at this point you’ve gotten quite used to it and don’t mind the brunette’s words, whereas you still find yourself growing absolutely annoyed at the way Makki stared at you.

“Stop staring at me like that, Hiro!”, you hiss and roll your eyes, the pity in his face so evident, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’s mocking you.

“Just confess to him already!”, the strawberryblonde hisses, running one of his pale hands through his locks before he takes a big sip from his beer.

“Yeah, sure!”, you spit back, your words dripping in sarcasm and annoyance as you try to avoid your chest from growing even heavier at the thought of your best friend coming back after all those years.

“He broke up with that blondie months ago”, Matsukawa begins, his naturally sleepy gaze roaming your face attentively, “and he’s coming back to Japan. Now you really have no excuse left, Y/N”, and just as usual his words hit the right spot and all you can do is let out a shaky sigh before the intensity of your insecurities breaks down onto you like a huge wave.

“I‘m not his type, Mattsun”, you hiss, the bitter taste of reality coating the muscle of your tongue in the worst way possible, “and I‘ve had enough males reject and– or fat shame me. If I have to add Hajime to that list as well, it’s going to break me.”

You feel the two males’ soft gazes on you, whereas you can‘t help but focus on the napkin in between your fingers in hopes of distracting yourself from all those dark thoughts by nervously pulling at it.

“Iwa‘s not like that, Y/N”, Makki replies, brows furrowed in irritation; something you've grown quite used to seeing whenever the topic of your body image issues occured.

“Has he ever dated a big girl before, hm?”, you reply and look at him with arched brows and your lips pressed into a thin line. At the lack of response from the two men in front of you, you just lean back and nod.

“That‘s the point”, you take another deep, shaky breath; the tears threatening to spill from your glossy eyes at the thought of your pretty faced best friend and only men in your heart, “nobody likes women who look like me in that certain way, my loves. Every guy I‘ve been and slept with wanted to hide me or the relationship we had because they didn‘t want to be seen with a big girl.”

Suddenly you‘re hit with the memory of all those times you went home after any kind of intercourse with a male who had brought your hopes up with sugarcoated lies. Only to receive a harsh reality check when they asked you to not tell anyone about it, knowing it‘s simply because of the fact you aren‘t part of society‘s beauty standards.

“Y/N, we-”, “I‘m not talking about you two”, you‘re quick to interrupt Hanamaki, giving him a soft smile, “I know you don‘t care about it and sometimes I find myself wishing I would have fallen for one of you instead of the professional trainer”, you let out an empty, coldhearted chuckle before you finish your glass of wine in one go.

“I would fuck you without hesitation”, Mattsun shrugs, his plump lips stretching into a playful smirk and the tiny hint of seriousness in his gaze has you rolling your eyes with a soft scoff.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Issei”, Makki hisses and gives his best friend the same reaction as you.

“What? I‘m being serious! You know this isn‘t the first time I‘m offering this to you, pretty one”, the brunette replies and this time you can‘t help but chuckle softly at his words, showing him your appreciation for his ability to make such heavy topics vanish from the surface so easily.

“Thank you, Issei but that guy I met on Tinder has been ghosting me for two weeks after we fucked and that‘s why I‘ve had enough dick for now”, and just when you let your gaze roam over the brunette‘s handsome face, you watch Hanamaki‘s face brighten up suddenly and furrow your brows in confusion.

“Hearing Y/N talk about dick is definitely not what I was expecting to come back to but it‘s surely a surprise!”

And upon hearing the familiar voice of your best friend, you understand the reason behind the change in Makki’s expression.

You watch the other two get up from their chairs, approaching the freshly majored trainer with the biggest smiles plastered on their faces whereas you try your best to stay as calm as possible.

However, the simple thought of Iwaizumi coming back had already stressed you out and having him stand behind you in all his glory made the tightness in your chest and the struggle to take proper breaths intensify just like that.

After what feels like an eternity you finally get yourself to stand up as well, turning around literally convinced you‘re ready to see him again after all these years only for it to be the exact opposite.

Your heart skips a whole beat at the sight of Iwaizumi and for a quick second you feel yourself getting dizzy from the lack of oxygen in your lungs.

“Hey”, he mumbles, his voice deep and raspy, something you‘re used to since the two of you have been talking regularly on the phone over the time yet hearing it in person again sends a jolt of hot arousal right into your core.

You nervously let your eyes roam his face; taking in the sight of his features, which have become even sharper during his absence. A soft sigh falls past your lips when you find the little scar right underneath his eyebrow which he had gotten back in middle school during one of his volleyball practices. The familiarity and feeling of security in the soft expression of his pretty, dark green eyes calms you down in an instant and by the time you feel your muscles ease up a bit, he‘s already approaching you with open arms.

Different than you’ve expected from yourself, you‘re quick to wrap your arms around his slim waist, taking him into your embrace with the intention of never letting him go again and at the feeling of his big hands on your body, you can‘t help but tear up a little.

You sniffle softly against the crook of his neck, Iwaizumi letting out a breathy chuckle at your sweet reaction as he caresses your back gently, subconsciously massaging your soft flesh to calm you down even more.

“Seems like someone missed me a lot more than she wanted to admit on the phone, hm?”, Iwa mumbles softly, placing the sweetest kiss on the top of your head as he holds you tight.

Matsukawa and Hanamaki let out a row of deep chuckles, partly laughing at your obvious reaction and partly because of their best friend‘s blatant oblivion.

“Shut up”, you reply with a sniff, taking in the light yet intense smell of his aftershave as well as the scent of detergent you had missed oh so much.

“Enough now, Y/N”, Mattsun huffs, “you can cuddle his stupid ass some other time, let‘s catch up with Mister America”, he adds and you know too well the tall brunette simply does it to stop you from falling even further into this dark hole you‘ve dug yourself; all those years ago.

Throughout the whole night, you stay rather quiet; listening to Iwaizumi‘s stories, more so to his voice but definitely his stories, too.

And every time he mentions some random girl he hooked up with or one of his ex girlfriends, you can literally feel the way he‘s avoiding your gaze; his eyes moving away from your face to focus on the guys as his voice turns a little less enthusiastic. You try your best not to read anything into it, knowing he‘s always been more hesitant towards you when it came to topics like this and in some way you find yourself appreciating it because it definitely helps to make the pain in your chest a little less heavy.

The atmosphere between the four of you remains calm; the familiarity something you‘ve always missed despite you and the other two boys spending just as much time together as you used to back in High School. Having Iwaizumi in your little circle again definitely has changed the air and it‘s in times like these you realize just how close you all actually are.

However, when Hanamaki and Matsukawa both stand up, cigarettes firmly placed between their plump lips, telling the two of you to give them a few minutes, you feel yourself slowly wandering into a state of anxiousness and slight panic.

It‘s not like you haven‘t talked to him alone during his stay in America, but the thought of having to look him in the eyes as you speak has always been something you‘ve struggled with.

Iwaizumi has this certain expression in his beautiful, dark green eyes, which makes it so much harder to not fall for him even more.

You don‘t know if it‘s the confidence and lack of insecurity or the mixture of softness and home which have the butterflies in your stomach go absolutely crazy.

Neither of you say anything for a good minute, your eyes glued to your phone screen which continuously lights up; Oikawa‘s name appearing several times.

You excuse yourself to give the professional athlete the responses he‘s waiting for, rolling your eyes at his way of telling you to shoot your shot at Iwa and “get that D”.

“Are you still talking to that one guy you told me about?”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his eyes never once leaving yours and with a soft chuckle, you shake your head; enjoying the amount of protectiveness dripping from his words.

“We fucked and then he ghosted me”, you say casually, not realizing that it‘s not one of the other two boys you‘re talking to and with a soft gasp of embarrassment you try to mumble your way out of the situation.

“Iwa, I‘m-”, “Why the fuck would he even do that? Give me his fucking address so I can introduve his kneecaps to my baseball bat”, he‘s quick to interrupt you harshly, his tone filled with anger as his eyes gleam with wrath.

“It‘s okay”, you smile softly, placing your hand on his balled fists to calm him down again, “he told me not to tell anyone that we did it so his intentions have never been good. And on top of that – his dick game was so bad, I didn‘t even get to finish but had to take care of it myself, so it‘s definitely not worth the headache.”

You watch Iwaizumi‘s expression darken even further, his beautiful dark green eyes roaming your face with irritation oozing from his gaze and for a second you like to believe that there‘s even a hint of jealousy in between all those intense emotions but just as usual you find yourself shaking it off rather quickly.

“Why did he ask you not to tell anyone? What the fuck is even wrong with that guy?”, the brunette spits, downing the rest of his beer in one go.

You know why he‘s this angry and at this point you can’t even blame him anymore. Iwaizumi has never really understood why you put up with guys who treated you like absolute shit; continuously telling you how you deserved so much better and even though you wanted to agree, you simply couldn‘t. Because in your head, all those men who were ashamed of being with you yet still found their way to your door were exactly what was meant to be your life.

“Because being with a woman like me isn‘t anything he‘s proud of, Iwa”, you sigh, the words heavy and bitter on your tongue as you struggle to voice the hard reality.

“A woman like you?”, he replies and you see the genuine confusion on his handsome face, making his oblivion sweet almost.

“A big woman, Iwaizumi. Guys don‘t date big girls because we don‘t fit into society‘s beauty standards so being with us is something they‘re ashamed of because God forbid someone thinks they find us attractive“, you nervously play with the hem of your skirt, not having the courage to look into his face as those thing leave your lips, too embarrassed to meet his usually so welcoming and soft, but now wrath-filled gaze.

“That‘s bullshit”, Hajime is quick to spit back, hating the way you belittle yourself like that because of a random guy.

You smile, a soft scoff falling past your lips before you take a sip from the glass in front of you and even though you know you‘re going to regret those words, you still can‘t get yourself to stop from leaving you.

“Then why have you never dated a big girl, Haji?”, your voice is slightly shaky yet you remain the eye contact like a champion, never once averting your gaze from his handsome face even though the thrumming of your heart in your throat makes it so much more difficult to stay focused.

Iwaizumi seems taken aback; your words obviously hitting a place he wasn‘t expecting and that‘s when the feeling of guilt reaches its peak.

“I‘m not- It‘s not because I don‘t find them attractive I just- I uhm-”, the freshly majored professional trainer stumbles over his words like a two-year-old who just started learning how to speak and at the sight of a deep blush covering the apples of his cheeks as well as the tip of his nose and the whole of his neck, you let out a soft sigh.

“You don‘t have to explain yourself, Iwaizumi. I wasn‘t trying to accuse you of anything or offend you in any way, I promise. It’s just a topic I‘ve grown really tired of in the past few years”, you explain, making sure to choose your words carefully and when the tall male suddenly starts calming down again, you know you‘ve got him.

“Y/N, look-”, “Hey, Y/N the weak-dick-game guy is sitting at the bar with his ugly friends, just for your information”, Matsukawa‘s deep voice quickly cuts Iwaizumi off, his words sending shivers down your spine in the most disgusting way possible and with an almost painful roll of your eyes, you down the rest of your best friend‘s beer.

“Wait- What? Which one is it?”, Iwaizumi grunts, the calmness from a few seconds ago completely gone as you look at him with brows furrowed in slight irritation and annoyance.

“It doesn‘t matter, Iwa”, you say and wrap your fingers around his tattooed wrist, making him look into your eyes with another soft exhale, “he‘s not worth it. Just let it go.”

“Y/N, I said”, Iwaizumi is quick to place one of his big hands on your cheek, the dominance in his aura and the authority gleaming in his eyes has you gasping for air and just as usual you feel your panties growing wetter by the minute, “which one is it?”

His words don‘t leave room for protest; so strict and demanding, no matter how hard you try to think rationally, his naturally dominant persona has you submitting to him in a way no other guy has ever managed to.

“T-The one with the long, dark purple Hair”, you quickly reply, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s anger and determination.

“Good girl”, he mumbles and pulls away, not even aware of the way his praise has your cunt throbbing like crazy and you absolutely hate him for it.

For a second you can‘t even get back to reality, the haze of arousal and longing for the tall male standing in front of you completely taking over your consciousness.

However, as soon as your brain registers Makki‘s panicked voice, you‘re quick to snap back and without missing another beat, you grab Iwaizumi‘s arm and look at him with pleading eyes.

“Please don‘t make a scene”, you whisper, knowing oh too well how much he loves to get himself in trouble because of his friends.

“He fucked then ghosted you all that while saying he doesn‘t want anyone to know he was with you because you're a big girl? That ugly fucker needs a fucking reality check because he can count himself hella fucking lucky to ever get a go with a woman as amazing and hot as you”, Iwaizumi hisses, his words filled with anger yet so, so sweet that without giving it another thought, you simply let go and try not to show him just how flustered he‘s gotten you.

“Are you guys about to kiss right now?”, Matsukawa suddenly says and with an almost audible roll of your eyes you lift your hand up, showing him your middle finger before you watch Iwaizumi‘s brows furrow even further with visible irritation.

“Then don‘t fight him”, you sigh, “please, Hajime, don‘t get yourself in trouble for a guy who‘s not worth it.”

“We‘ll see about it”, is all he says before he moves out of your tight grip, leaving you to stand at the table like that.

You feel your heart picking up its pace at the sight of the love of your life approaching your ex-hook up; several worst case scenarios popping up in your head within a few short seconds. And unfortunately every single one ends with Hajime throwing his fist into the guy‘s face because of his raging anger issues; something he‘s been trying to handle throughout his whole life.

“Makki, please do something”, you whimper and look at the strawberryblonde with glossy eyes; shivers running down your spine at the sudden sound of Hajime's deep voice cutting through the music of the bar.

“Not into you my fucking ass”, Takahiro hisses and follows Iwaizumi with quick steps, whereas Matsukawa remains next to you, watching the scene unfold with the fattest, shit eating grin on his face.

And while you‘re worried about Iwaizumi‘s well-being, said male can‘t even seem to think straight. The only thing he manages to focus on is the raging anger and hot wrath rushing through his veins at the thought of some random, small dicked guy treating you like dirt. With every step he takes, it seems to get worse and at some point the professional trainer is worried about his physical health because of the pace his heart is hammering against his rib cage with.

Iwaizumi has always struggled to understand why you put up with males who are literally unworthy of your presence yet every time he had asked, you simply shrugged and told him that this was how you were meant to be loved. Behind closed doors, hidden away from the world by people who literally worship the society‘s beauty standard.

And all of that when you‘ve had him right in front of you for all those years, ready to love and worship every bit of your body and soul.

Of course for you to let him love you he might have had to tell you about his feelings but as the years passed by, Iwaizumi slowly started to lose every bit of hope he had left. During his four year long absence you‘ve had your fair share of boyfriends and after the third one, the only choice he had left was to force himself to move on or else he would have lost his mind.

It‘s not like he never wanted to confess during High School but there was just something holding him back. The thought of losing you was heavy on his chest especially because Iwaizumi was very well aware you didn‘t feel the same. So for his own sake he chose not to tell you about his feelings for you; not even bearing the mental image of going through such rough times without you by his side.

He‘s already lost count of the amount of times he wanted to scream at you about how he would treat you just how you truly deserved to be treated and not like those douchebags who liked to use you for their own pleasure just to throw you away like a used tissue once they were done.

And after not being able to physically do anything for you because of the distance, he‘s finally got the chance to show you that no, those guys‘ behavior is not okay and yes, putting them back into their place is absolutely worth the headache.

“Hey”, the trainer hisses, coming to stand directly in front of the tall, purple haired guy, Rin Matsuoka, who‘s quick to harden his expression upon seeing the brunette.

“What can I help you with, big guy?”, Rin mumbles, placing his bottle of beer on the counter with his brows raised in curiosity.

Iwaizumi doesn‘t even waste another minute as he harshly grabs the collar of Rin‘sblack leather jacket, pulling him closer to himself. His friends rather quickly, yet Hanamaki and this time even Matsukawa are faster, coming to stand right next to each one of them with their arms firmly placed in front of their bodies to stop them from intervening.

“You‘re gonna listen to me and you‘re gonna listen good, did you fucking hear me?”, and just like a few minutes ago, Hajime‘s voice is cold and distant, not leaving room for discussion all while making sure to keep his tight grip.

The confusion and immense irritation is clearly visible on Rin‘s features; brows furrowed, jaw tensed and eyes gleaming with some kind of unnameable anger.

And the longer you watch the situation unfold, the heavier the anxiety in your system becomes and as you struggle to take proper breaths, you find yourself approaching your best friends; not wanting him to get his hands dirty on a guy like Matsuoka.

“What the-”, “Iwa please, he‘s not worth it..”, you say and wrap your fingers around his wrist, trying to find his gaze with desperate eyes only for him to gulp harshly and calmly tell you to take a step back.

“You?”, Rin spits, his dark eyes boring into your side as you try to ignore him; the amount of humiliation and shame washing over your body way too overwhelming to handle.

“Haji, let‘s just go, please”, you whisper, taking his face into your hands, his skin literally burning underneath your fingertips.

“No, Y/N, this stupid bastard has to understand that you can‘t just go and treat women like absolute dirt and get away with it”, Iwaizumi moves out of your soft touch, making Rin shift his attention back on you before the deep voice of one of his friends cuts through the tension.

“What the fuck is he talking about, Rin? Do you know her?”, the blonde says, his tone rather degrading when talking about you and at the way his eyes roam your body with a rather opposed expression show you exactly why that‘s the case.

“N-No, I don‘t!”, he‘s quick to defend himself, his eyes shifting to his friends with sheer panic filling the dark color and you feel your heart sink and the disgusting feeling of shame rushing through your veins.

“You‘re such a fucking piece of shit, Rin”, you hiss and swallow your tears; the taste bitter as the realization of being sometjing to be ashamed of hits you yet again.

“You definitely weren‘t acting like this when you fucked me”, you add and roll your eyes, taking a step back as the anger overcomes you and you basically give Iwaizumi a silent free pass to do whatever the hell he needs to, “or better said – when you tried to. It wasn‘t like I came with your weak dick game anyway so..”

“You fucked that fat bitch? Oh, yikes”, the other friend suddenly says, his words hitting you in the face like literal bricks and before you can even take your next breath or shift your eyes to the face the voice belongs to, the guy suddenly falls to the floor, holding his bloody nose.

You let out a shocked gasp, your eyes falling to Hanamaki who‘s busy shaking his hand, his knuckles already reddened and slightly bruised as he looks at you with a satisfied grin, “no one gets to call my best friend a bitch.”

“I was full on drunk and- do you really think I‘d fuck her sober?”, Rin tries to talk himself out of it and with a cold chuckle you throw your head back.

“How the fuck dare you talk to her like that”, is the last thing Iwaizumi spits before he throws his fist right into Rin‘s face with a deep grunt.

Another loud shriek escapes your lips and suddenly the anger and anxiety seem to leave your body and a huge wave of adrenaline hits you at the sight of your ex-hook up falling to the floor and Iwaizumi quickly moving with him.

For what feels like a whole hour but is probably nothing longer than a minute, you‘re literally frozen; your eyes the only moving part of your body as you watch your best friends break their knuckles on the jaws of literal strangers to them.

The following hour passes by in a blur. You can‘t really remember how or who separated them from those guys, or how you got yourself to call an uber and manage to get the four of you to your flat.

By the time the adrenaline stops making the blood rush in your ear, you‘re taking care of Matsukawa‘s wounds with shaky hands; the two others holding ice packs to their faces to ease the swelling of their bruises.

“Stop sighing so much”, Iwaizumi suddenly says, his dark eyes focusing the movements of your hands before he looks at you with a slightly softer expression, “we did what we had to do. And I‘m glad we did it. Those guys already looked so fucking punchable”, he explains and with a scolding scoff you press your lips to a thin line.

“You‘re back in Japan for how long? Two days? Yet already got yourself in trouble, a physical fight at that, Hajime. You‘re not your High School self anymore, start behaving that way, please”, you reply and hand Mattsun a plastic bag filled with ice cubes, softly caressing his bruised cheek before you stand up from your place on the floor.

“You got yourself one hell of a mouth while I was gone, huh?”, he replies cockily, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he follows you into the bathroom.

You feel your body heating up at his words, the sexual tension laying underneath the surface slowly finding its way to you again and with a soft sigh, you ignore the brunette.

“How was I supposed to let him say all those things to you and not do anything, Y/N?”, Iwaizumi replies, a pouty word of gratitude leaving his lips when you take his big hand into yours and start cleaning up the blood on his bruised knuckles.

You try your best to stop your thoughts from wandering to sinful places yet images of those pretty, tattooed fingers wrapped around your throat and knuckle deep buried inside of your cunt have already filled your mind by the time you lower your gaze from his face.

“I‘m used to-”, “That does not make it okay, Y/N”, your best friend suddenly says, taking your chin in between his fingers to lift your head and look at you with those beautiful, dark green eyes.

“You deserve so, so much better and I‘m glad I can finally tell you this in person after all those years. Please stop letting douches like him take advantage of you”, he sighs, taking your hands into his and pulling you a little bit closer to himself.

“It‘s that or Matsukawa‘s cock and I‘d rather have a stranger emotionally pain me than my best friend, so-”, “What? What the fuck are you talking about?”, Iwaizumi interrupts you harshly, your words obviously irritating him.

“After my last boyfriend dumped me a year ago I‘ve only had casual flings because I got tired of using my hand to get off and Matsukawa offered to take care of it instead. But then again, it‘s just a lot less complicated with a stranger than it is with your best friend, that‘s why I‘m putting up with shit like this”, you explain to him and walk back into the living room where Mattsun and Makki are currently busy with your leftover take out from the previous night.

“So if it wasn‘t for that, you‘d let him fuck you?”, Iwaizumi‘s tone has turned cold again, the softness gone and replaced by something a little thicker and more intense than anger. And when you turn around to look at him, you see literal jealousy gleaming in the green color surrounding his iris, basically leaving you speechless.

“Why do you even care, Iwa?”, you reply, dramatically throwing your hands into the air as his tensed demeanor sends you in some kind of haze of irritation.

“Answer my fucking question, Y/N”, is all you get in response; the brunette closing the distance between the two of you with a few small steps and it‘s the lack of space between your faces that has you realizing just how unevenly he‘s breathing.

Your heart starts slamming against your rib cage with rather brutal pace, your head spinning from the sudden adrenaline shooting through your body and on top of all of it you feel your cunt clenching around nothing like crazy as Iwaizumi’s heavy scent fills your nose.

“Yes”, you say and feel your voice breaking, “yes, I would fuck Matsukawa because why not? Hm, Iwaizumi? There‘s nothing else stopping me from it other than-”, “You can‘t and won‘t fuck him”, he suddenly interrupts your outburst, his expression as dark as ever as he softly pushes you against wall.

“I think this is the moment where we‘re supposed to leave”, Makki mumbles, pulling Mattsun from the couch before they gather their things and leave the two of you to yourself.

As the silence surrounds the two of you, the tension grows even thicker, heavier, more present than before and with every breath you take you feel yourself growing more and more aroused.

“And why is that, hm? I can and will fuck whoever I want”, you spit back, trying so hard ot not let the arousal get to your head yet the disgusting urge to submit to Iwaizumi‘s naturally dominant personality slowly starts overwhelming you.

Hajime chuckles deeply, his eyes lazily roaming your face, pressing his strong body even further against yours as your head starts spinning more and more with every second passing by.

“Iwa…”, you whimper softly, throwing your head back and harshly digging gripping the soft fabric of his shirt; the close contact makes you a lot more nervous than before.

He slowly takes a deep breath before he bends down to let his nose graze your jawline, and eventually letting his mouth find its way to your ear.

“Because no one can fuck you like I can, pretty one”, Iwaizumi whispers, his voice a whole octave deeper than just a few seconds before and you hate the way every single one of his words sends a single, hot jolt of arousal right into your core.

“And”, you hear him inhale sharply, his hands finding their way to your hips, groping the soft flesh firmly in his palms before he takes a short break and then pulls away to look at you again, “no one can love you like I can.”

At the sound of those words, your eyes snap open within a second your heart skips a literal beat.

“W-What?”, you whisper, your throat completely dried up, your head desperately trying to process what he’s just said and just as your body is about to fall into some kind of haze, you feel yourself drowning in a wave of anxiety at the thought of having misheard him.

“I love you, Y/N”, Iwaizumi says just when those thoughts are about to take over you.

“Ha-Hajime…”, you mumble; your bottom lip starts to quiver as tears pricker at the corners of your eyes, the first few finding their way down your cheek in an instant.

A few seconds of silence pass in which you two just look at each other, Iwaizumi’s pupils blown out, cheeks tinted in the deepest shade of red and plump lips parted as he also tries to understand what just happened.

After all these years of imagining what it might be like to hear these kind of words from the love of your life, it’s finally become reality and the longer you look at him, the lighter the weight on your chest becomes.

“I’m sorry if I ruined our friendship with this but I just – couldn’t keep it to myself any longer. When I was in America I had promised myself to confess as soon as possible when I’m back so here I am. Those men don’t deserve you. Neither do I but I would have hated myself forever if I didn’t at least try. So”, he finishes his sudden explanation with another deep exhale before he takes a step back, his glossy eyes wandering from yours down to the floor, “thank you for everything and please take care.”

And fortunately your body acts a lot faster than your mind because while you still try to process his soft, sweet words – the words you’ve been dying to hear for so, so long – you find yourself tightening your grip on his shirt and pulling him back into you with a soft sob.

“I love you, too”, you whisper against his lips, pressing your forehead against his as your eyes flutter shut at the overwhelming warmth coming from his body.

“Fuck, baby”, Iwaizumi chuckles breathlessly, wrapping his arms around your body and burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?”

You smile brightly at his genuine and soft words, the feeling of coming home – a place you’ve longed for literal years – slowly breaks down onto you in the form of waves and for the first time in a really long time, you don’t mind being overwhelmed like that.

“So that means that you’re mine now?”, Iwaizumi whispers, pulling away and taking your face into his big hands, the smell of blood grazing your nose yet easily gets overshadowed by the way he’s looking at you as if you were holding the whole world in your hands.

You nod and move further into his touch, enjoying the feeling of being so safe and secure in one’s hands after not even feeling comfortable with anyone in years.

“T-Thank you for loving me, Iwa”, you gulp harshly, looking at him with teary eyes at the memory of all those who had managed to break your heart in the past years.

“No, baby”, he sighs, pressing the softest kiss right onto your lips, “thank you for letting me love you. When I say you’re literally everything I’ve ever dreamed of, I’m not even exaggerating because that’s what you are to me. A dream come true”, those are the last words Hajime mumbles before he pulls you into a proper kiss; not giving you the opportunity to reply.

The kiss starts off slow and calm. As if both of you were still trying to understand that this was actually happening because despite the hesitant movements, neither of you can hide the intense hunger lingering underneath every soft peck.

Iwaizumi, just as usual, lacks the patience to keep it going like that, not even trying to take it easier for even longer as he pulls your chin down and calmly pushes his tongue into your mouth, easily eliciting a soft moan from you. Your fingers find home in his brown curls, pulling at the thick strands and finally making him grunt right against your tongue; the deep sound sending vibrations and sweet little jolts of excitement through your whole body.

You slowly feel his hands wander; first starting off caressing your back, groping the soft flesh of your waist as well as the fingers of his right hand softly digging into your skin and for a second. You allow yourself to fall deeper and deeper into the perfect feeling of his touch until suddenly a mental image of his most recent ex-girlfriend pops up in your head and you stop functioning completely.

Iwaizumi lets his lips wander down your chin, placing a row of open mouthed kisses on your jaw before he moves to your neck and pulls the sensitive skin into his mouth without wasting another minute. The feeling of his hot tongue on your skin has your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you desperately try to distract yourself from your anxiety‘s attempt to ruin this for you.

You let out a soft whimper when Hajime wraps one of his big hands around one of your tits, harshly groping the flesh while rubbing his hard, clothed cock against your thick thigh.

His deep grunts and needy touches have you ruining your panties in no time to the point where the lacey fabric is literally sticking to your hot flesh in a rather uncomfortable way.

“Need you, baby”, Iwaizumi grunts, the movements of his hips rather sloppy and rushed yet so, so genuine and sweet, you can‘t help but smile softly.

“You got me, Haji”, you reply and take his handsome face into your hands, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs, “I‘m all yours.”

“Fuck, baby”, he moans and suddenly pulls away, his hands finding their way to the hem of your dress before he meets your eyes and wordlessly asks for your consent.

You give him a quick nod, pushing the voice of your anxiety all the way to the back of your head as Hajime slowly pushes the fabric up your thighs, revealing more and more skin before his eyes roll into the back of his eyes at the sight of your black lace panties.

He doesn‘t waste much time; quickly pulling the rest of it over your head and then taking a whole step back to let his greedy eyes roam your body with lust and nothing but adoration.

And when you realize your current, exposed state you take a deep breath to hold those insecurities back, however they‘re a lot faster than you are.

You nervously try to cover your naked body with your arms. Just the thought of him finding you and your body disgusting breaks your heart into pieces and with shivers of shame rushing down your spine, you lower your gaze.

“L-Look, I know it‘s not what you‘re used to and I- you don‘t have to touch me. I can just suck your cock or give you a handjob if you feel more comfortable that way”, you say, your voice a mere whisper and eventually breaking at the end when you give in to the tears.

“Baby…”, Iwaizumi sighs, pain evident in the tone of his voice. He calmly takes your wrists into his big hands before he pulls your arms away from your body, softly asking you to look at him and after what feels like an eternity, you manage to lift your head only to be met with nothing but warm, dark green eyes.

“You‘re fucking perfect”, he whispers and places a tiny little kiss on your lips, leaving you longing for more as he pulls away right afterwards, “there‘s literally nothing I would change about you.”

At the sound of those sweet words, you simply cannot hold back your tears any longer. You look at Iwaizumi with a quivering bottom lip as you let out a row of soft sobs; digging your nails into the skin of his wrists because you simply don‘t know what else to do.

For the first time in your life, your brain isn‘t protesting against a compliment and you know if it wasn‘t for him, there would be no way you‘d believe it.

“B-But your ex-girlfriends are the exact opposite and-”, “They don‘t matter, baby. You‘re you and it‘s all I could have asked for. I‘m in love with every part of your body and that has never been any different”, Iwaizumi interrupts you with his calm voice, placing his hands on your waist before one of them finds its way to your barely clothed ass.

“But-”, “No more buts”, the brunette says, a lot sterner and more determined, groping the flesh of your ass and then landing a firm spank on the soft flesh which has you whimpering into the crook of his neck.

Iwaizumi chuckles and pulls you into another deep kiss, sucking at your tongue, nibbling on your bottom lip all while his hands make sure to graze every bit of naked skin they can find. He pushes his leg in between your thighs, pressing it right against your cunt and without even wasting another second you find yourself grinding against the strong muscle. The fabric of his jeans rubs your throbbing clit in the best way possible, eliciting a row of needy whimpers from you.

You feel yourself soaking through the fabric of our lace panties and you know you‘re currently leaving a huge stain on Iwaizumi‘s pants but the pleasure clouding your mind makes it so easy to just ignore it.

“What a needy girl you are, baby”, Hajime mumbles, caressing the slightly dampened skin of cheeks with his thumb before he moves to graze your bottom lip and eventually pushes the digit into your open mouth.

Your lids fly open at the taste of his skin on your tongue, twirling the muscle around his thumb and then sucking on it softly, followed by some muffled moans of his name.

Iwaizumi watches you attentively for what feels like an eternity. His beautiful eyes wandering from the way you‘re rubbing your clunt against his clothed thigh to your perky nipples and then up to the way your lips look wrapped around his thumb like that and from the way his expression keeps growing darker and even hungrier, you know he‘s more than just enjoying your despair.

“I want to spit in your mouth”, he says, using the dominant tone you‘re oh so used to at this point and there‘s no way you‘d ever say no to him.

Something about being claimed in such a lewd way by the man you‘ve been dreaming of for years has you grinding your pussy into his thigh even harder; making sure to hit your clit with every rushed drag of your hips.

“Yes, p-please, Daddy”, you beg, not even overthinking any of your words as you part your lips and look at him with big, needy eyes.

When you notice the rather shocked and slightly overwhelmed expression on Iwaizumi‘s face, you gulp harshly, tilting your head to the side with your lips pushed into a concerned pout.

��What‘s wrong, Iwa?”, you whisper, way too scared of his response.

“You called me Daddy”, he replies and licks his plump lips, whereas you freeze completely at his comment.

“D-Did I? I‘m so sorry, Iwa”, the apology falls past your lips almost instantly at the realization because you know that not every guy is comfortable with such dynamic and even if Hajime definitely has a natural dominance to his personality, you should have waited a little longer before bringing this particular kink up.

“None of my boyfriends liked it and I don‘t like using it with completely strangers so I g-guess I just feel really safe with you and it slipped and I- oh, God, I‘m so sorry.”

You pull away from Iwaizumi with shaky hands, tears threatening to spill for the nth time within such a short period and you try your best to look everywhere but his eyes.

However, Iwaizumis seems to have other plans.

He takes your chin into his hand and pulls your face closer, nudges your nose with his own and then sucks your bottom lip into his mouth; making you whimper rather loudly.

“Say it again, baby”, he whispers, “tell Daddy how badly you want his spit.”

As his words echo inside of your brain, you let out a loud, high pitched whine, harshly trying to press your thigh further together ss the throbbing of your cunt becomes unbearable.

“Please, Daddy”, you reply, pushing his hand down to your neck and smiling softly when he wraps his pretty fingers around your throat, feeding right into every single fantasy you‘ve been imagining for so long, “spit in my mouth and on my cunt, I don‘t care. I just need it.”

“Good girl”, Iwa growls softly, “open up then, pretty one.”

You part your lips almost automatically at the sound of his demand, sticking your tongue out slightly and looking up at him with anticipation and such eagerness, if it wasn‘t for him, you would have never been as comfortable as this.

Iwaizumi smirks at you, keeping his grip on your throat firm but not too tight as he gathers his own saliva and spits into your mouth with a loud, lewd sound that sends shivers of pleasure straight down your spine and right into your core.

You can‘t stop your lips from stretching into a big smile when his taste coats the muscle of your tongue, swallowing it all in one go before you open your mouth yet again to show him it‘s all gone.

“Good fucking girl”, Iwaizumi praises you softly, caressing your cheek before he lets fo of your throat, “I got myself a perfect little doll, hm?”

“Thank you, Daddy”, you reply quickly, the intense urge to obey to his every word and submit to his every move absolutely overwhelming at this point, but you would never want it any other way.

“Look at you, using your manners for me. You‘re welcome, princess. What about a little reward for being so good for me, baby? Wanna sit on my face so I can eat that pretty pussy of yours?”, Iwaizumi takes you hand into his, intertwining his fingers with yours before he guides you to the couch, letting himself fall into the soft cushion whereas you try your best not to panic at his words.

Of course the thought of having his mouth on your cunt is more than just tempting but you've never sat on a guy‘s face before; the fear of literally suffocating him with your weight making it impossible for you to even think about it.

“C-Can‘t you just eat me out like this, Daddy?”, you whisper, looking down to meet Iwa‘s hungry gaze and stopping him from pulling your panties any further down your thighs.

“I‘m too heavy”, the explanation follows right away, not wanting him to think it has anything to do with him or his wishes, “I don‘t want to hurt you.”

“Baby, I want you to sit on my face so I can eat your pretty pussy. That‘s it”, Iwaizumi says, his right hand finding the clasp of your bra and quickly getting rid of it before he takes both of your tits into his big hands; toying with your nipples and attentively watching the way your gasps grow louder with every pull on the perky buds, “you don‘t have to if you don‘t want to but don‘t you dare worry about me because this has been a dream of mine for literal years. Oh, how badly I want to be squished by those pretty, thick thighs of yours – you have no idea.”

“I want to! It’s just that I’ve never done this before. A-Are you sure? Please don‘t think you have to want this to make me feel better, I‘m okay with whatever you‘re comfortable with”, you whisper, not trusting your voice when you suddenly feel Iwaizumi‘s fingers tracing patterns on the inside of your thighs.

“Enough of this, pretty one”, his words are accompanied by a firm spank on your naked ass cheek; the pain of the sting leaving your pussy a spasming mess and with a soft moan you tighten your grip in his hair, “now sit on my face or I won’t fuck you.”

“N-No! Daddy, I‘m sorry, I promise I‘ll be good”, you whine quickly letting go of him so he can lay on his back only for Iwaizumi to get rid of his black shirt; revealing his strong, well trained body and all those dark lines adorning his tanned skin to your hungry eyes.

It takes you a few good seconds to gain enough confidence to actually spread your legs over his face, your whole body shaking with nervousness. But once Iwaizumi wraps his strong arms around your thighs and pulls your body even further down to his face, you slowly start easing up.

The feeling of his hot breath fanning against the wet flesh of your cunt sends goosebumps down your back. And the sight of his pretty face between your thick thighs, something you‘ve always been so insecure about, seems to slowly take a place as one of your favorite images to ever exist.

“Look me in the eyes, baby”, Iwaizumi mumbles and sucks at the skin of your inner thigh, his tongue on your skin making more and more juices gush out of your already drenched cunt as you allow yourself to meet his hungry gaze.

And just when your eyes meet, Iwaizumi sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe over the hor flesh of your pussy before he gently pulls your little clit into his mouth and starts sucking on it.

You let out a loud groan; the sudden stimulation on your needy clit sending literal shock waves of pleasure through your body and without even realizing you slowly grind yourself further against his mouth.

Iwaizumi moans into your flesh, the deep bass of his voice sending vibrations right into your core, making your cunt clench even harder around nothing and if it wasn‘t for the intensity of his stare, you would have looked away already. Yet just as usual, there‘s something about the way he looks at you which has you feeling at literal ease – even in such a situation.

“Come on, baby”, Iwaizumi suddenly grunts, letting go of the sensitive bud with a loud sound before placing an open mouthed kiss on your clit and landing a harsh spank on your ash which has your body jolting in antica, “don’t be shy now. Ride my face like the good girl you are, make me proud…”, he adds softly, his words encouraging you easily and with a sound of affirmation, you start grinding your hips to meet the hot muscle of his tongue.

The following minutes are filled with loud slurping noises, high pitched moans and deep grunts as well as more words of affirmation and encouragement all while Iwaizumi continues to switch between thrusting his tongue into your tight hole and sucking on your clit before he eventually starts fingerfucking you with two of his thick digits.

You can't help but throw your head back at the immense amount of pleasure; your body and mind slowly reaching a point of complete haze as you lose yourself in the feeling of his touch.

And by the time you finally feel the taste of your high coating the tip of your tongue, your grip on Iwaizumi‘s hair tightens and a row of loud, choked out begs fall past your bit swollen lips.

“Look at your greedy little pussy clenching around my fingers like that”, Iwa chuckles deeply, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he keeps his mouth way too close to your throbbing little clit, “and those pretty begs. Gosh, baby, you‘re going to drive me insane.”

“S-So close, Daddy”, you choke out, your eyes flying open when you feel a third finger joining the two inside of your tight cunt, the pain of the stretch in combination with the pleasure of your upcoming high making your head spin.

“There we go, that‘s my baby”, he takes a deep breath and starts kneading the soft flesh of your ass in his palms, “want you to cum all over my fucking face. Show me what a good fucking girl you are.”

And those are the last words your brain manages to register before you feel the first wave of your orgasm hit you. Your sight turns pitch black and then white for a good second, your whole body tensing up at the feeling of coil in your core finally snapping.

Your thighs are shaking, your breath continuously hitching as you desperately try to regain your composure and if it wasn‘t for Iwaizumi‘s touch on your sensitive pussy, you‘d stay in the beautiful haze of your orgasm.

“You came so hard for me, baby”, Iwaizumi grins and pushes his fingers into his mouth before you finally find enough energy to get off of his face.

“W-Want more”, you whisper, your voice raspy and breathy as you tell him your request; low-key scared of being too greedy yet at the sight of Iwaizumi‘s eyes sparkling with excitement, you know he‘s not one to deny you anything. He‘s never been, after all.

“How about we move this to your bedroom, baby? I‘ve been dying to press your face into the mattress and ruin that little pussy of yours.” You feel a jolt of excitement blooming inside your chest at his words, nodding eagerly before you reach for his hand and guide him down the hall to your bedroom.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”, you say when the two of you come to stand in your room, your eyes focusing on the huge bulge in his pants, which manages to scare you slightly with its impressive size.

You always knew your best friend wasn‘t on the smaller side when it came to size yet you still can‘t hide just how surprised you are by its actual size. And suddenly the three fingers make a lot more sense to you.

“Let‘s save that for another time, pretty one. I‘ve been dreaming about pumping your cute little hole full of my cum for way too long. I can‘t wait any longer”, Iwaizumi replies and finally starts unbuckling his belt.

You take the few seconds he‘s busy to let your eyes admire the beauty of his perfectly sculpted body. You follow the dark lines of his chest tattoo, take in the sight of his stone hard abs and veiny arms as you press your thighs even more together to ease some of the pressure on your cunt.

“Are you done eyefucking me, pretty one?”, Iwaizumi suddenly chuckles, casually pushing his jeans as well as his boxer briefs down his meaty thighs and exposing his hard cock for your hungry eyes to devour.

He wraps his pretty fingers around his throbbing length, the tip an angry shade of red as precum continues to leak out; making your mouth water at the mere thought of having him in your mouth.

“Everything about you is so pretty”, you sigh and look into his eyes, the genuine appreciation in the green surrounding his iris making your heart grow warmer before he comes to stand in front of you in all of his glory.

“I love you so much”, Iwaizumi replies calmly, taking your face into his big hands before he places the softest kiss on your forehead.

“I love you, too”, you mumble and get up, pressing your lips against his and sighing into his mouth when he pushes his tongue past your lips without missing a beat.

Just when Iwaizumi starts letting his hands wander over your naked body, he halts his movements and pulls away slightly, “my pretty little baby, make sure to face the mirror so you can watch while I fuck your brains out. I want you to see just how perfect you are.”

“Yes, Daddy”, you whisper, your lips stretched into a big, big smile as you move out of his strong grip to position yours on your knees just as you were told.

Your heart suddenly starts racing again when you bury your face in your arms, making sure to push your ass as high as possible to give Iwaizumi easy access to your glistening cut. The excitement in combination with the pleasure and deep, deep longing finally manage to take over your brain; shoving the anxiety alongside all those insecurities to the very back of your head and making it easy for you to put your whole focus on the tll male behind you.

Iwaizumi’s rough hands caress your bare ass softly, kneading the flesh and lightly spanking it a few times before he lets a thick drop of his spit fall right onto your clenching pussy; sending goosebumps down your back at the feeling of it sliding down your flesh and mixing with your leaking juices.

You feel the tip of his thick cock nudging your entrance, the memory of his size making you tense up subconsciously and just when you’re about to hold your breath, Iwaizumi’s deep, calming voice echoes through the silence of your room.

“Take a deep breath, baby”, he whispers, knowing you’re going to follow his orders just like the good girl you love to be, “Daddy’s got you, okay? I’m gonna go easy, I promise.”

You lift your head to meet his comforting gaze through the mirror in front of you and without another beat passing, you feel yourself calming down again; the feeling of being absolutely safe and secure in his hand making it the easiest task.

And when Iwaizumi feels the tension in your body easing up, he lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes his thick tip into your tight hole. You whimper at the delicious stretch, the pain easily overshadowed by the sound of Iwaizumi’s heavy breathing and little moans.

“I’m gonna go all in, baby or else it’s going to hurt a lot more”, you appreciate his warning because as he’s saying it, Iwaizumi thrusts the whole of his impressive length into your spasming cunt; pushing every bit of air out of your lungs and pushing you way too close to your second high of the night. You can’t help but whimper loudly, tears already streaming down your cheeks because of the beautiful feeling of pain and pleasure mixing inside of your veins from the intensity of the stretch.

Iwaizumi, as always the gentleman, gives you all the time you need to adjust to his size; only growing slightly impatient as you still whine softly after two whole minutes yet you’re quick to lift your head again with quivering bottom lip and teary eyes, begging him to just fuck you.

“Please, Daddy”, you sob, moving away from him in a desperate attempt for some kind of friction; your cunt spasming around his thick cock like crazy and you know you’re only a few thrust and some clit stimulation away from your next high, “please, fuck me.”

“My greedy little whore”, Iwaizumi grunts, pulling his cock out of you astonishingly slow with the sole purpose of teasing you, “you’re going to take what Daddy gives you, did you hear me?”

You moan as the feeling of his tip dragging alongside your spongy walls, your eyes rolling into the back of your head only to find your way back to reality with a couple of harsh spanks on your already sore ass.

“Good sluts answer when being talked to, pretty one”, he warns, thrusting his cock back into you with one quick snap of his hips; burying himself balls deep inside of your overly sensitive cunt.

“Yes, Daddy, yes”, you cry and look up at him with glossy eyes, “just please, fuck my stupid little cunt, please.” Iwaizumi lets out a row of deep chuckles followed by raspy groans in response to your perfect answer before he nods at you and mumbles a few soft praises right into your ear and then straightens himself again.

“Alright then, pretty one.”

Loud grunts fill your ears so beautifully, echoing through the thick air of your bedroom and in combination with the sound of skin meeting skin in a constant rhythm, you feel the exact way your body is slowly falling into the beautiful bliss of another high.

Iwaizumi fucks you fast, harsh and rough. There’s nothing soft and romantic about the way his hips are meeting yours in a steady rhythm; making sure to hit that sweet spot deep inside of your pussy with every single one of his thrusts as he continues to use his whole strength on your burning ass.

But not once do you even think about telling him to go easier on you; this iwaizumi the one you’ve been imagining for all those years.

It doesn’t take long for him to wrap his strong arm around your chest to pull you up, his fingers also finding their way back home around your delicate throat.

“Look at you, baby”, he groans right into your ear, making you open your eyes and meet your own reflection in the mirror, “you’re so fucking beautiful, I can’t comprehend it.”

You stare at yourself with your lips parted in awe, eyes falling to the sight of Iwaizumi’s thick cock stretching your tiny cunt before you go back to trying to recognize yourself.

Because for the first time in literal years, you don’t hate what you see and even if it’s because of IWaizumi’s strong body right behind you, you still feel this certain type of warmth blossoming in your chest.

"Feels so good, baby", he groans, throwing his head back as the movements of his hips start to become slightly sloppier, a little more uncontrolled, "so tight and warm, so fucking perfect", Hajime’s voice breaks at the end of his soft praise because of your walls clenching around his cock even more the closer you get to the edge.

You start feeling dizzy, your sight turning into a blurr and at some point you can’t even in- or exhale without letting out a shaky moan.

Iwaizumi looks at you with wide, hungry eyes, the feeling of your walls gripping his cock like a goddamn vice sending him into an ecstatic state and the longer he watches you getting lost in the pleasure, the more he struggles to keep his rhythm.

You’re mumbling incoherent sentences, desperately trying to tell the brunette about how close you are whereas the pleasure makes it absolutely impossible for you to form a proper sentence.

“Are you going to cum for me again, baby?”, Iwaizumi grunts, tightening his grip on your throat, making you gasp for air as you nod in response to his question.

“My perfect little slut”, he sighs, his hand reaching down to rub your hard, throbbing clit with two of his rough digits, “fucking do it. Cum for your Daddy like the good whore you are.”

And just like a few minutes prior, those words are the last straw and eventually make you stumble over the edge head first. Your walls start spasming around Iwa’s cock like crazy, your loud moans and soft cries are the only thing he can focus on and without missing another minute, Iwaizumi also lets himself get consumed by the beautiful feeling of relief.

Iwa hips still, his cock buried deeply inside of your tight sex as he coats your walls with his creamy cum. Your new boyfriend gets lost in the feeling of finally getting to cum inside of you after waiting for so many years; feeding the fantasy of getting to claim you in the most intimate way possible. He buries his face in the sweaty crook of your neck, his rapid breath fanning your skin as the two of you try to calm down from your intense highs. Your hand finds its way into his dark hair, massaging his scalp with your eyes closed and your legs still shaking from the aftermath of your breathtaking orgasm. Without pulling out of you, despite his own release leaking out of you and down the sides of his cock, Iwaizumi makes you lay down with him; just tightly holding you in his arms.

A few minutes filled with nothing but soft breathing pass by before you finally find the strength to move again; the sudden need to look at Iwaizumi’s completely fucked out face overwhelming you in the best way possible. And when you turn around to look at him, you’re met with a breathtaking sight.

Messy strands of sweaty hair falling into his flushed face, swollen lips and glossy eyes sparkling at you in a way you’ve never seen before and in that moment you feel yourself falling in love with Iwaizumi all over again.

“I’m so in love with you”, you whisper and caress the soft skin of his cheeks, loving the way he moves even further into your touch.

“Always and forever only yours, pretty one”, Iwaizumi sighs and presses his forehead against yours.

࿏ A/N: And here it finally is! My first x chubby reader fic!! As a chubby someone who’s been reading fanficion for a long time, I’ve always craved some kind of representation and now I finally got to join this side of the community and I’m more than just happy about the way it turned out. I genuinely hope you guys will enjoy this and find comfort the same way I did while writing this. Please feel free to leave any sort of feedback if you enjoyed it and thank you so much for everything.

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Sipping on emotions

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairing: Oikawa Tooru/Miya Atsumu Summary: Oikawa couldn’t help but sink deeper and relishing on the high of falling in love. Prompts Used: Flight, Firsts, Kygo & Ellie Goulding “First Time” @volleyball-rarepair-week

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It was petty to sneer, but it felt so good.

With everything said and done, it was gratifying to have that kind of privilege after winning the battle. It was like a badge of honor for Oikawa to be able to showcase his victory. He had always been addicted to having a winning streak whether it was through trivia, academics or within athletic purposes. There was just something about winning a debate or a game that made Oikawa smile, he knew it was a bad habit of being happy over something like that but, he honestly couldn’t help that kind of impulsive reaction. But then, why did God make it feel so satisfying in the first place then if it was so wrong?

He always appreciated the type of people that didn’t mind him and his gloating (since they tended to have the same disease as him of being overly competitive).

It was simpler to be occupied by a sea of others that understood his language and style. That and because, he could continue with his silly arguments and never feel too paranoid on stepping on landmines that would jeopardize him of losing people from his inner circle. It wasn’t foul proof but, with his kind of charms and flexibility to live it made it possible for him to roam and create a place to freely discuss and enjoy himself well enough.

Maybe that was why he liked how he met Miya Atsumu before beginning college. (A week prior to be exact.) The new spring semester was a colossal dynamic that it made him want to settle into his new environment earlier and assess his new chapter before it would get cluttered by the end of the year. He met Miya in a passive tempo of carrying some his boxes while listening to the hallway of his apartment’s level hum of multiple lives being jumbled together. It wasn’t as claustrophobic or overbearingly loud as he made it sound but, it made him aware of the new flavors he would encounter if he lingered in the hallways long enough.

Miya was in that mix; with his bleached hair standing out a little from the sun glares that casted into Oikawa’s vision, his eyes were mischievous enough to make him drag the second longer than necessary (he could feel a small smirk form in the back of his mind in curiosity). He was a pretty boy like Oikawa, he granted that with first impressions. The way he glided in the hallway made it easier to conclude that he was associated with some type of an athletic hobby or job. They didn’t speak or introduced themselves then.

Or the second and third day.

Before he knew Miya’s name, Oikawa dubbed him as the cocky pretty boy. (In hindsight, it wasn’t the most creative nickname but, it did its job.) Each time they passed each other Oikawa held his breath and squared his shoulders. In a minimal tone, he studied him, because there was tipping point of his curiosity for him. He felt like the type of person that lived in a similar fashion of loving to conquer everything and anything.

It was on the fifth day when they officially introduced themselves, Oikawa was coming back from his morning jog. Making his way to his level he felt another pair of eyes watching from behind. It was an intensity he was familiar with when he played volleyball or when there was a fangirl that wanted to confess to him. He didn’t change his pace of walking, but made himself relax as he heard another pair of shoes walking almost side by side. He checked his phone and lowered the volume of his current playlist playing when he caught Miya’s mouth opening and looking at his direction.

It was a straightforward conversation that Oikawa was used to from past cocky volleyball players, there were under layered challenges that made him steel his own words. Neither one of them were out right nasty to each other, but it was plain to see that Oikawa remembered seeing his face somewhere and apparently, Miya felt the same. It was the start of them bustling through the quiet exchanges of winning admires from a distance and the louder ones when they raced in their morning jogs, or when played against each with their separate volleyball teams. Competitiveness between them was the stepping stone for the both of them to continue on learning more about each other, and it was the perfect excuse for Oikawa himself to seek his own personal enjoyments when he won. It was a sweet kind of victory when he became accustomed to seeing Miya give him a special type of attention only reserved for him.

He was vain, Oikawa could admit that. But so was Miya. (It was almost like it was destined for them to cross paths at one point.) They both posed the same type of drive to be the incarnation of perfection. With the way life was handling them Oikawa couldn’t help but be overjoyed by time that was given to him to study Miya Atsumu.

The vantage point of witnessing Miya smile genuinely was unintentional.

They were lounging in Oikawa’s living room watching some old rerun cartoon from their childhood. It had been three months of slow edges of their words teasing more openly. As if they didn’t care of the world catching a glimpse of cheerful banters that borderline flirtations. It was slipping and swooning like water droplets; Oikawa noticed the way Miya glanced at him. (He was sure Miya noticed his too.) They had become more acute to each other’s habits and personal walls. Secrets had been shared in the late-night texting and the few times Oikawa allowed Miya to sleep on his couch after drunkenly misplacing his own keys.

Miya was the first to crack a real smile, his face radiated from old unspoken dreams coming into light. His voice was a murmur in the dark, they had been eating junk food and wasting time talking about old stories from their youth. It was weird how Oikawa’s state of mind was blinking and refocusing on Miya’s shift in tone as the story continued. (Like his gut was telling him something was going to happen.) Half his mind was recalling the story with precise detail, the other was catching how Miya’s glow from the TV made it accentuate how tired he was from his team practice. As the seconds ticked; Oikawa noticed it.

It was faint but the atmosphere was changing. And then he heard it: his own heart floating above his rib cage, then soaring past his body in a phantom speed that left him momentarily breathless. Miya’s smile that was unlike the rest he was acquainted with made him grasp the situation. He had fallen. So deep, and far from his old presumptions. As he relapsed into the present he couldn’t help but sigh in defeat the way Miya’s eyes were twinkling at him. Iwaizumi was going to be annoyed (and most likely slap the back of his head) when he would visit him this upcoming week. But he would live.

“Tooru.” His voice was becoming a little slurred from the lack of sleep. “Tooru, I’m gonna crash on the couch again. I don’t think I can make it to the door.”

Listening to Miya complain about his twin brother was a normal rant, one that Oikawa could relate to. He had older siblings to compare with and a nephew he sometimes still baby sat on occasion. Meeting Osamu was a different matter after the revelation. They weren’t complete strangers, they had met briefly in the occasions Miya face timed him while Oikawa was in the background. There were enough stories that he heard about the other Miya brother but that didn’t give him the best representation to understand the other brother. But that was beside the point, before Oikawa was aware of this dimension of wanting Miya he hadn’t thought too much about meeting Miya’s close-knit family back then.

It would pose a problem that would give him insomnia when Miya told him off handling that his brother would come visit soon.

Like most siblings, they all had their quirks and system of coexisting. Miya was the flashier, selfish, vain and over competitive and sometimes pettier brother. Osamu was quieter (that it was harder to know what he was exactly thinking), he was a little bit of an ass but, when your twin was Miya, Oikawa had to guess that having thicker skin was a must. At first glance, there was a coldness that was casted between him and the brothers, as if he was intruding in their private turf. They shared memories and inside jokes that only they could describe and comprehend with each other.

A contrasting picture of the sun and moon was the mental visual he had as he went through the motion of talking to the Miya twins in his apartment. He didn’t bother shooing Miya when he opened his bedroom and saw him and Osamu eating his breakfast he made a few minutes ago. Oikawa had long given up going a mid-morning without Miya eating his food. They were just lucky that he expected this type of mooching when Miya’s brother would visit would incline to bring him over to his place. Making Oikawa prepare in advance to have enough groceries for the three of them that weekend.

Having Osamu watching him carefully and in the flesh, was different from the few skype and face time chats he was pushed into. His eyes were just as deadly as Miya’s, his voice was clipped and hinted boredom (or was it tiredness from Miya’s happier energy never seeming to quit?). When he spoke directly to him Oikawa was (a little) intimidated because he shared the same piercing voice pattern (the vocal ranged differed enough if someone personally knew the twins or was as observant as Oikawa). It felt like he could read Oikawa’s thoughts without a problem. He didn’t know what Osamu precisely saw but it was enough to make him paranoid when he was around him.

Which was why finding out that Osamu was granting Oikawa the privilege to court his brother was the last thing in his mind to happen. He thought becoming a fool for love wouldn’t make him forsake his capability to hide his heart’s matters. Turned out that nothing could bypass a Miya when they had sharp senses of these kinds of developments. Even with the blessing (that included Miya’s parents since he was like the middle man for these kinds of matters) nothing truly changed with his status with Miya.

Miya himself never said he was opposed to Oikawa kissing him (both during his abrupt drunken self and lament quiet sober person) but then again, he never started the trend to open that Box of Pandora.

It made it harder to decide the next course of action: to be the catalyst for a new tempo to dance in or, to pretend that his heart didn’t fly at the daydreams of Miya kissing him.

Oikawa becoming drunk at the same time as Miya was probably not the smartest move. They both got locked out of their apartments and had to camp outside the hallway. The walk to their tenant’s office the following hours was fuzzy, there was a small tension building up when they each got their respective “lost” keys back. Going inside Oikawa’s was faster, the curtains were half parted making his living room dark enough for their eyes to sting less. The hangovers were a pressing matter that Oikawa scarcely made an effort to object Miya following him back to his room. It was left unsaid when they woke up later in the afternoon that if one of them didn’t lose their key something would have snapped.

Nonetheless, Oikawa made breakfast (he didn’t care if it was 3pm) Miya ate half of it like usual and the world moved on without a care.

Becoming lovers was never a goal Oikawa thought he would accomplish. Sure, the kissing privileges appealed to him, and not having to overthink everything would sound good. But in all honesty, Oikawa preferred to sleep for thirty years after going through finals week. As the summer session was coming into the picture Oikawa couldn’t make himself believe that Miya was the first to confess with haste explanation and a kiss that burned his lips long after he was left alone when he didn’t respond fast enough.

He had many past relationships that were shambles. Only one he previously and naïvely thought he was in love (but really, he was happier about the theory than her). Miya was really his first love that he was invested in. With a sudden confession to a person who grew on the opposite side of the court he fought countless of times during his youth; Oikawa found it. A life and a possibility of having Miya become his home. As the sun’s rays were fading he walked back to their apartment complex, when he reached his level Miya was watching the day transition to night.

Minus the city noise and other people’s windows starting to glow there was a calmness among them that he couldn’t ignore.

He opened his mouth, he didn’t know what he said but it was loud enough to catch Miya off guard. They didn’t cry and hug dramatically like the movies, but they did walk inside to Oikawa’s couch and sat closer to each other than the yesterday. The following hours were swept under without a care, they familiarized themselves with the sudden new direction of where their hands and lips could roam now. They were comfortable to laugh when they fumbled and reap in the lightness of their happiness when they drifted into another day and week. It was a feverish race of living in a temporarily high of being first time lovers.

The world was theirs for the taking.

The colors seemed to mix, the vibrations of the city being constantly awake made Oikawa feel like he was in one of those cliché music video scenes of being a young and reckless boy. Miya was always by his side, hands holding his, or lips too close, hovering and teasing in the wide open. It was a blessing in disguise that neither of them knew how to drive a motorcycle because God knew the dumb shit they would attempt. The train rides were all they could do if they wanted to explore the deeper sets of the city. To get lost in all the colors and promise of adventure.

Being firmly placed into the realm of only lovers knew was a strange one. It was a place that felt infinite, it corresponded with a certain type of youth who went against the impossible without a care. A paradise that manifested itself into his heart and actions as he filled his social media with an endless trail of his time in love. It was a modern take of two people being consumed with new emotions, making them stagger as if drunk by life itself. Time was irrelevant then.

Oikawa just wanted to cherish the feeling of being powerful, admired and genuinely having a reason to breathe. Miya’s adoration may have been ticked by misplaced oddities and playful teases but, it rose above it as it progressed. He became what Oikawa once dreamed about; a constant in his life that created a happiness he never fully experienced yet. Treasuring this new part made him see how wondrous and random it really was. He could have gone to a different college, could have picked a different career or stayed behind in his sleepy suburban neighborhood.

There were so many other possibilities but in the end, Oikawa smiled at what was in front of him.

Sniffling, Oikawa trudged on as the fall semester was consuming his coffee intake. Miya had moved in with him by then, since there really was no reason for him to waste that much money on rent when he practically already lived with Oikawa for a long time. Osamu visited more often when Miya announced it on a random night. Oikawa by then was getting better at reading him to know he was happy for the both of them. He was still a stiff sarcastic guy but his humor was on point. (He really did love hearing all those embarrassing kid stories that Osamu provided for him.)

With happiness seeping out of his body Oikawa engulfed himself into this transition. College was a pain in the ass but with his friends and Miya around there was calmness that relaxed him by the end of each day. Love had always been one side of the coin that made him question its potent but, as he was summoned by its own accord he learned to accept its kindness and cruelty. Engraved into his soul Oikawa smiled wider with the simpler moments and loved every touch Miya gave him. It was easier to clasp this side.

His eyes were smoldering, Oikawa always loved it when the fire brew out.

They were in the middle of a volleyball match when Oikawa relished; he had the upper hand after winning a set. The newest battle was rasping into a long dance, with the ball being push, pulled and assaulted in the air. He felt his lips form his usual shit-eating grin and was pleased to see Miya openly glaring at him. It was game on. How couldn’t he when Miya was making it sweeter the way he made the game so much livelier. Each new ploy, decoy was making him hungrier to win.

He knew him so well, the way Miya sneaked in a fast attack when Oikawa soaked in the quick victory for a beat longer than it was necessary. He took a quick scan of the room, and then his teammates. They didn’t look too bothered rather, they were pumped from the challenge. The ball flew higher again, his fingers tingled; just as the first time he found his love for volleyball his face lit up brighter. His body moved into sync with his ace. He was alive; and he loved it.

The way the fire burned his body and watching him gain another point against Miya. As a fellow setter and observant boyfriend that he was, Oikawa flew higher. With the way, the game was going Oikawa laughed out loud, Miya from the other side chuckled. (He probably had an idea of what Oikawa was feeling like to understand.) He was scheming, the tide was rolling and the game could tip to his favor if Oikawa made a mistake. It was exciting to have Miya as his opponent.

“You’ve seen nothing yet, Tooru!”

He was cocky for good reasons, but Oikawa was always amped up to push the limit higher.

#haikyuurarepairweek #atsuoi #Oikawa Tooru #Miya Atsumu #Haikyuu!!#lee attempts to write #Soe: Sipping on emotions #Miya Osamu #it feels so long since I've written and posted something

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