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seijorhi · 7 months ago

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Oikawa Tooru x female reader x Iwaizumi Hajime w.c 8.6k tw: yandere, mentions of child abuse and neglect, references to underage kissing, murder, horror themes, pseudo-cest (foster siblings), blanket dub/non-con vibes for a good portion of this

The patisserie smells of sugar, vanilla and freshly baked croissants. In a word; delicious.

For several minutes now, your brother’s been standing bent at the waist, studying the display case stacked full of cakes and desserts with an intense kind of focus. Considering. Deliberating. Inadvertently placing himself, and by extension you, as an obstacle for other people trying to do the same.

“Alright, the crepe cake or the fancy looking chocolate one, the…” Heisuke squints at the display case, trying to decipher the label, “gateaux? Or should we go for the red one with the strawberry mousse thing?”

Bingo. You hold back a smile.

“Go the strawberry one.” Nobody loves strawberries like your mom loves strawberries.

“Ok, great. We’ll grab that, a bottle of nice wine, hit the florist and I think that should do it.” He nods to himself, satisfied. “She’ll be over the moon.”

He’s not wrong. The woman you’ve called a mother for the past ten years would fall over herself for something as simple as a birthday card, regardless of the fact that your dad insists on going all out every year.

“She’s already over the moon; you’re home for the week.” The admission’s soft, hesitant – poking a little too close to an open wound for you to feel entirely comfortable voicing it. Hei gives you an odd look, but it mellows into something more genuine when he realises you’re not taking a stab at him.

Baby steps.

Finally, Heisuke steps up to the counter to order. Within minutes the cake’s boxed up, with little ice-packs slipped in to keep it cool, and paid for, and the two of you head out, you holding the door open for Hei to carefully maneuver his way out without jostling the precious, expensive cargo.

“You’re good at this stuff, y’know,” he says as the two of you fall into step together.

“At… picking cakes?”

He snorts, “No. I meant the whole… I don’t know. You’re good at remembering stuff, the cakes mom likes, dad’s weird habits. You probably already know what flowers we’re going to pick for her, don’t you?”

This time you don’t bother hiding your smile – peonies, pink ones.

You go to tell him as much when a loud voice calls out your name. On instinct, you both spin to the source, and when you meet those piercing, olive green eyes, bearing down at you from the other side of the street, your heart leaps into your throat.

A ghost.

You can’t breathe. For a moment you can’t even think. Your hand stretches out, blindly seeking Heisuke, an anchor, anything–

Before your fingers can brush his sleeve, a hard, lean body collides with yours, sweeping you up into a crushing hug. Not Iwaizumi, though.

Oikawa, taller, broader than the last time you saw him, smelling of citrus, summer and salt lets out a breathy noise, halfway between amazement and disbelief.

“There you are,” he beams, setting you back on unsteady legs.

Found you, the glint in his eyes seems to say.

Rather than let you go, step back and give you some much needed space to breathe, his palm instead slides to rest on your hip, taking your chin between the index finger and thumb of his other hand in order to look at you properly, dark eyes poring over you for signs of anything amiss – bruises, tear-tracks, red eyes, swollen, split lips.

Your mouth goes dry.

On one side, there’s your brother, bewildered, arm half outstretched as if he can’t make his mind up whether he should be intervening or not. Iwa’s already jogging across the street, snarling at a driver who lays on his horn.

The weight of Oikawa’s appraisal is as familiar to you as it is oppressive, and while his touch is delicate, featherlight, it burns to the marrow. Suddenly you’re fourteen again, trying to duck past him before he can notice the state of you.

‘It’s nothing, Tooru, don’t worry about it!’

And just like back then, there’s a knot in your chest that doesn’t loosen until satisfaction melts the too sharp edge to his grin – right as Iwa joins you two. Three, you suppose, because while Heisuke remains in stunned silence, eyes darting between you and Oikawa, he’s still party to this, still a witness, and the thought makes you want to curl up into a ball and disappear forever.

(You shove down the fleeting rush of warmth at the relief you find there, the voice in your head that coos that he still cares enough to check. You don’t want him to care.)

“Holy fuck,” Iwa laughs, and Oikawa’s shoved aside, both of you ignoring the indignant grumbling as your rigid body’s pulled into his chest, his hand finding its way to the back of your head. He breathes in slow. Deep.

He still smells the same, earthy and masculine, the faintest tinge of his last cigarette still clinging to his jacket. Back then, he used to steal them from your foster father. You imagine that now, he probably has the money to go off and buy his own.

“I’m sorry, who are you? What– can you let her go, please?”

If it wasn’t them, the sheer absurdity of the moment might’ve made you giggle. Heisuke’s ears are bright red, a flush that extends down his neck. He doesn’t look angry per se, uncomfortable, absolutely, but from the pinched expression on his face, it’s clear he’s fighting the urge to bite out something far less polite.

None of this, least of all the way they’re tugging you between them like a rag-doll, feels very polite to begin with.

As it is, Heisuke’s interruption has the intended effect. The fingers wound in your hair twitch, the cage of his arms drawing you closer. You almost expect the baring of teeth, a possessive snarl, yet it’s a small, almost imperceptible thing. He retreats – reluctantly – turning to glance at your brother, Oikawa by his side.

Judging from the stony, almost bored expression he levels at Hei, he’s not impressed.

“Friend of yours, imouto?” Oikawa’s purr skitters down your spine like ice. Unlike Iwa, there’s nothing less than friendly curiosity on the surface. He’s even smiling.

Tongue darting out to wet your lips, you find your voice.

“Hei, this is Iwaizumi and Oikawa,” you say, gesturing at each respectively. “We were in the same foster home for a while.” Sparing the two of them half a glance, you continue, “We’re actually right in the middle of something, if you’ll excuse us.”

The explicit dismissal’s bolder than you feel, but you’re proud that your voice doesn’t waver. You can’t say the same for your hand when you reach for Heisuke’s spare one, uttering the words that’ll only damn you further, “C’mon, nii-san. Mom and dad are waiting.”

Heisuke doesn’t blink. His hand slips into yours, the two of you sidestepping the pair and walking off towards the car without a backwards glance.

Neither one of you speaks until you’re buckled into the passenger seat, Heisuke adjusting the rear-view mirror, the cake safely stashed away in the back. Until you’re pulling out onto the main road and there’s distance between you and them.

If only the gnawing, unsettling feeling in your stomach would go with it.

“Sorry,” you mumble, blankly staring out the window at the passing scenery. At the clouds hanging overhead, dark and threatening. Funny, that. Fitting. The skies were clear when you left home this morning. “About the nii-san thing, and grabbing your hand,” you clarify, because whether it was rude or not, you’ll be damned before you apologise for brushing them off.

That’s not your relationship with Hei. It’s never been that.

He eyes you for a beat. “You know, I never understood why mom wanted to adopt so bad. Dad too, but mom was always the one pushing for it. We were happy, the three of us. I wasn’t a screw up, their marriage was solid. I couldn’t understand the need to bring someone else in. Our family was fine, perfect the way it was.”

His thumb taps against the steering wheel, his shoulders loose and relaxed. You can’t quite pin the mood he’s in, where he’s going with this.

“Oh,” you say, mostly because it feels like he’s waiting for you to acknowledge it.

None of what he’s saying is news to you. None of it’s anything you haven’t wondered yourself a thousand times over. It’s just that Heisuke… you’ve never talked about this. Your adoption, your relationship with him, none of it. This sort of honesty is brand new territory for you both.

You’re not so sure you’re loving the development.

“When they committed to it, I thought they’d bring home a baby, a kid, not some weird, skittish fourteen year old who wanted nothing to do with me.”

Ah.

Your cheeks heat, and you find yourself wishing you were anywhere but here. If Heisuke notices how you shift in your seat, the small tightening of your expression, he plows on regardless.

“You wouldn’t look at me, would barely talk to me. Hell, you acted like I had the plague most of the time. You didn’t hate me, I don’t think, you just… didn’t want to be anywhere near me, and it bugged the hell out of me. I couldn’t figure it out; who wouldn’t want an older brother to look out for them?” His next words hit you like a sledgehammer, cracking at something vital in your chest. It hurts before he opens his mouth.

“It was them, wasn’t it? The reason you steered clear ‘til I moved out of home.”

“Heis–”

He cuts you off with a look. “I’m right, aren’t I?” he demands.

“Can we just– it doesn’t matter, alright? Can we move on?”

From the unhappy set of his jaw – the first true sign of discontent he’s expressed since getting in the car with you – it’s obvious there’s more he wants to say. You can’t blame him for that, curiosity’s only human.

But you’re still too raw. It’s too soon.

You’ve spent too long burying those secrets deep to rip yourself apart to bring them to light.

“Please, Hei. Let’s focus on mom’s birthday.” You force a smile, tiny and wrong, “The florist is next, yeah?”

You get a grunt of acknowledgement and not much more than that, your brother’s attention pulling back to the drive. The silence that settles in the car should bring some relief. It’s what you wanted, and yet, amongst the churning feeling in your guts, the prickling at the back of your neck that hasn’t left you since you first spotted Iwa across the road, there’s a sense of discomfort that has nothing to do with crossing paths with your past life.

Like a slap in the face, it hits you that you’re floundering for something to say, something – anything – to bridge the sudden, stark divide between you. Something that won’t sound hollow and meaningless.

This thing you have with Heisuke. It took years, and maybe it’s skin deep and miles from what it should be, but the thought of losing it leaves you feeling oddly panicked.

It’ll… hurt.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, because it’s about all you can give him right now, a tried and true method of soothing egos and hurt.

Heisuke doesn’t say anything for the remainder of the drive, and you resign yourself to the very real possibility that in the course of a single conversation, you’ve managed to fracture this fragile thing between you two.

Until you go for the door, and a hand on your wrist stops you. “Hey. I’m glad they did.”

—

When you startle awake a little after midnight, it’s because he’s yelling again.

Mr. Furukawa had been in fine form at dinner, already three beers deep. You can only begin to imagine what’s set him off now, hours after lights out. His wife, probably. Although it’s equally possible he’s caught the oldest sneaking back in from seeing his girlfriend, or the twins trying to break into the pantry for a midnight snack. Or he tripped and stubbed his toe, or thought someone stole the rest of his beer when in reality he’d already swallowed it down.

The reasons don’t really matter when he’s been drinking like that, in the same way that the initial target of his ire doesn’t matter. Once his voice reaches that slurred, furious pitch, anyone’s fair game.

There’s a pair of headphones in the top drawer, you have every intention of yanking them out and putting on one of your sleep playlists, drowning out the noise of your foster father’s drunken raging until he wears himself out or you fall back to sleep when you hear the thumping of his feet on the staircase.

“Where’s that fucking bitch?”

Eyes wide in the darkness, clutching at the comforter, your pulse jumps.

Again, it’s possible he’s talking about Mrs. Furukawa, or one of your foster sisters – the older one hunched over in the bed opposite yours, watching you shrewdly.

“Well go on then,” she sneers. “Run to your big brothers.”

You don’t bother to respond, any hesitation you might’ve had over leaving her to fend for herself shrivelling up under the mocking bitterness she’s sending your way. Fine, whatever. You don’t care what she thinks, scrambling from the warmth of your bed and hurrying for the door.

He’s halfway up the staircase when you reach their room. You’d knock – it’s the polite thing to do – except you definitely don’t want to be out in plain view when your foster father hits the landing.

“Hajime?” you whisper into the darkness, slipping inside and shutting the door behind you, “Tooru?”

“Shit, c’mere.” At Hajime’s voice, the calloused, rough hands that guide you onto his mattress, the vice around your chest loosens. He won’t come in here, not after Hajime socked him in the face after catching sight of the raised, discoloured flesh of your cheek from your last run in. You’ve gotten better at using make-up to conceal the marks since then, but there’s also been less of a need for it.

“Can I stay for a bit?” you ask. Until he calms down and passes out. Until the sun rises and you can sneak back into your room. Until you feel safe again. It’s kind of a pointless question, considering how many times you’ve done this before and how many times they’ve let you. You ask it anyway.

The scoff that sounds moments before the mattress dips on your other side is answer enough. “You should probably just move in at this point. We’ll kick Iwa out, he can go sleep in bitch-face’s room.”

Although you know you shouldn’t, a not-so-nice grin tugs at your lips, nestling into Tooru’s side under the arm he offers, “She’d drive him homicidal in a week.”

“Doesn’t she already?” Hajime mutters. “And fuck off, if anyone’s moving out it’s you.”

“You’d miss me too much.”

Absentmindedly, he rubs at your arm like it’s second nature. “In your dreams, Shitty-kawa.”

You can still hear Mr. Furukawa stomping around outside, snarling and snapping at no-one and nothing. Your pulse skitters, an inbuilt panic response. But the lights are off, you’re not being too noisy, and he’s wary of the other two.

He won’t come in here.

“Relax, we’ve got you,” Tooru breathes, his nose nudging at your temple. “Where were you this afternoon?” His voice is so soft, a soothing rumble that it takes you a second to register what he’s said.

“This afternoon?”

“Mm. You didn’t come home when you were supposed to. We were worried.”

He’s pouting, you can tell. Which– he can’t be genuinely bothered by it, it was only a few hours, and the Furukawas don’t care where you are or what you do so long as you’re back before curfew. You were.

A distraction then?

“I went out with some friends. We hung out at the arcade for a bit,” your expression brightens, thinking of the lights and the laughter, your feet blurring as you hit the sensors on Dance Dance Revolution… poorly. “It was actually pretty fun!”

Tooru hums again, “Which friends?” at the same time that Hajime says, “You didn’t tell us you were going out.”

“I didn’t realise I had to check in.” And because the slightly bitter and very defensive edge to your tone catches even you by surprise, you sigh, softening. “I’m allowed to have friends, aren’t I? A social life?”

You’ve been in this home for a few months now, and this is the first time any of your classmates have invited you anywhere.

This time it’s Tooru who sighs. He coaxes your face upwards with a hand on your cheek, peering through the dim light at you, “I’m not saying this to be cruel or hurt you, but… I need you to be more careful, okay?”

You frown, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

His thumb glides across your cheek bone, hesitating on whatever it is he wants to say– at least until Hajime huffs and mutters, “Just tell her, dude. You’re the one that brought it up.”

“Tell me what?”

“You’re a foster kid,” he reminds you, as if this is vital information that’s somehow slipped your mind. “That’s all they see when they look at us, all they’ll ever see. No money, no family, nothing worth wasting their time on. We’re charity cases at best, at worst…” he trails off, the sentence dangling in the air.

He thinks it’s a trick, you realise. He thinks they’re setting you up in an elaborate joke where you’re the punchline.

Bright blue eyes and a crooked grin flash in your head. Cheeks dusted pink and the warmth of his hand in yours.

“That’s not true,” you defend, though the words sound weak even to your ears.

Now that your eyes have adjusted to the dark, the gentle, pitying expression on his face twists at your insides like a knife. You hardly notice Hajime scooching closer, shifting the blankets so they cover you both, too busy staring at your foster brother with wide eyes and parted lips, a thick lump of emotion lodging itself in your throat. Tears prickle in the corners of your eyes, and you blink them back.

You won’t cry in front of them over this. You refuse.

“No? You’ve been here for months now. If they wanted to be your friend, truly, genuinely wanted that, why haven’t they made an effort before now? I’m not trying to be a dick,” he murmurs when your breathing hitches, “The kids in this town, they’re assholes. I just can’t bear the thought of someone hurting you.”

Hajime nods. “We only wanna protect you, imouto.”

But you don’t need to be protected. Omori isn’t like that. His friends aren’t either.

—

When the last bell rings for the day, you walk down to the gates to find Hajime there, leaning against the brickwork with a pilfered cigarette dangling between his fingers.

That in and of itself isn’t a surprise. Lately they’ve taken up the habit of ditching their last period to make the half mile trek to your school in order to walk back home with you. Most days, you don’t mind. Today, however–

“I sent you a message at lunch, you didn’t need to come all the way down here, I’m going to a friend’s place to study. Sorry, I thought you would’ve seen it before you left.”

He drops the cherry red remnants of his cigarette to the ground and grinds the butt under his heel, eyeing you slowly from head to toe. “Which friend?”

“When did you become so nosey?” you laugh, a touch uneasily. “It’s only for an hour or so, I’ll be back before dinner, promise. I’m all yours after that.” The last part’s meant to lighten the mood a little, yet something flashes in his eyes, a twitch in his jaw, and you get the sense that he doesn’t find it all that funny.

“Which friend? That slimy piece of shit you were hanging out with last weekend?”

Omori? How does he–

You frown, “We went to the movies, Hajime, it’s not illegal. And he’s not slimy or a little shit, he’s my friend.” A friend who sets butterflies loose in your stomach and makes you weak at the knees, but Hajime doesn’t need to know that.

“Oh, I’m sure he wants to be your friend,” he mutters darkly.

Your cheeks burn hotly, “Why are you being like this? He’s a nice guy. Besides, it’s not him. I’m going to Masako’s to work on a group presentation we’ve got due in a few days. I didn’t think you’d make such a big deal out of it!”

“Your mistake,” he says, as if you’re the one being unreasonable here, and before you can spit out a retort, his hand is curled around your bicep, tugging you down the road. “C’mon, we’re going home. Tell your little friend you can work on your project tomorrow at lunch.”

“Ha-Hajime!” His too tight grip on you doesn’t relent, his stride doesn’t falter. Nervously, you dart a glance around, half hoping that someone will intercede, all the while praying that no one’s actually noticed him dragging you off like a misbehaving toddler.

As always, you’re not that lucky. The sight of your classmates pointing your way, giggling behind their hands sends a hot pulse of shame flooding through you.

“You know you’re not my actual brother, I don’t need your permission!”

That does stop him, turning back around to throw a scowl at you, “No? Because I don’t see anyone else lining up to stop you from spreading your legs for the first asshole who comes sniffing around. Jesus Christ, weren’t you listening the other day?”

“I’m fourteen!” you shriek, ripping your arm away from him. “Stop being gross and leave me alone, I already told you I’m going to Masako’s. We have a project. For school!”

In an instant, he closes the gap between you. Hajime isn’t as tall as Tooru, but at two years older, he still towers over you, all broad shouldered and intense, and while he’s always cut an intimidating figure, it strikes you that this is the first time you’ve ever looked at him and felt afraid.

A split second later, and he exhales with a mumbled curse, the tension deflating from his body like a pin’s been pulled. In a quieter voice, hooking an arm over your neck to press a fleeting kiss to your hair, he says, “Sometimes it feels like I’m losing my damn mind trying to keep us all safe and sane and fucking together.”

It’s not exactly an apology. Still…you shift on your feet, nibbling at your bottom lip. “I’m sorry for snapping,” you mumble – an olive branch, even if you’re not feeling particularly charitable right now. The problem is, you do understand where he’s coming from. In two years, they’ll both age out, free to go and do whatever the hell they want. There’s a not insignificant part of you that’s terrified that when that time comes, they’re not gonna hang around another two years waiting for you.

You’re not sure you can hold them to that promise.

And that’s if nothing happens before then. Foster kids in group homes get shuffled all the time, there’s no guarantee all three of you will still be with the Furukawas come their 18th birthdays.

Of course he’s over-protective. Of course he’s being a little nuts about it.

Hajime nods, pats you on the head and gives you a rare smile, “Good. Now get your ass moving, we gotta get home.”

“Wait, but I thought–” you’d apologised, he’d admitted he was overreacting… sort of. Isn’t that enough?

“Social worker’s coming by this afternoon. Furukawa wants us to play happy families ‘til they’re gone. Your friend’s gonna have to wait.”

And that’s that.

Dejection washes over you, trudging back home with Hajime – trying not to be childish and petty and hold it against him.

The social worker never shows, but there’s a message waiting on your phone when you finally manage to pry yourself away from Hajime and Tooru.

Your brother’s a dick. Raincheck? ;)

Butterflies erupt.

—

You’ve been biting your lip again.

The raw, chapped evidence stares back at you in the mirror.

A few days ago, they were a little swollen, rough and reddened. The sight of it sent a giddy sort of thrill through you, a physical – if not sore – reminder of your afternoon spent kissing a cute boy with very pretty blue eyes.

Now, the state of your lips is the least of your worries. You’ll bite your lips, gnaw on your fingernails right down to the quick, pace and think and pace and think, fingers tap, tap tapping at your side.

“You look tired.”

The arms that loop around your shoulders, dragging you back into a loose hug don’t bring the sense of comfort they usually do. Things have been weird between you. Off.

Ever since Tooru caught sight of your face that day, saw the messages on your phone.

‘I never took you for a liar, imouto.’

The resultant argument left you choking on sobs, heart-broken and beaten down in a way that you haven’t felt since you found out your parents died.

It’s a strange, alienating thing to be cut so viciously by the only people who give a damn about you.

At first, you had Omori there to help pick up the pieces. He wasn’t allowed over, of course, and even if he were, you doubt it’d do anything but throw a whole gallon of kerosene on the fire. Still, being able to message and vent to him felt like a lifeline.

And then he simply… stopped replying. Your last message sitting there for two days on read.

You tried not to feel hurt. Maybe this whole thing was too intense, too quick. My god, you weren’t even dating officially, he was just, you were–

It was fine. Not everyone’s tied to their phone, and he doesn’t owe you anything. Maybe something came up, maybe his phone died.

But then, come Monday, he wasn’t in school.

On Tuesday morning, sitting in first period maths, a grim-faced man in a dull suit informs your class that Omori’s been missing since Saturday morning. You’re passed a business card with the detective’s name and phone number printed in crisp, black font and encouraged to contact him if there’s anything you can think of that might help them.

Uneasy looks are shared. No one says a word.

Which brings you to today, to the hug Tooru’s drawn you into and his voice murmuring at your ear.

“Aren’t you still mad at me?”

His laugh rumbles at your back, “Maybe I miss you too much.”

You should tell him to shove it. Whether you’re in the right or the wrong, it’s not fair of him to play hot and cold with you like this. Being at odds with your brothers is painful enough on its own, dealing with that on top of everything with Omori – it’s too much. You’ll drown under the weight of it.

And so you turn, wrapping your arms around his middle and burying yourself against him. “I don’t wanna fight anymore. I’m sorry.”

While he doesn’t say anything back, he does squeeze you that little bit tighter. You’re content with that, soaking up the affection and comfort you’ve sorely been without. It’s an apology, yes. It’s also forgiveness.

“Where’s Hajime?” you ask after a little while. They aren’t inseparable by any means, but you don’t think you’ve seen him this afternoon at all.

Rather than answering you, the brunet pulls back enough to meet your gaze, a twinkle in his eyes, “We’re going out tonight.”

The words bring you up short. “But–”

“Furukawa won’t know a thing. It’ll be fun, pinky promise.” He holds out said pinky, the grin on his face infectious enough that you offer a tiny one of your own, locking your finger around his.

He winks.

—

“Sweetheart, shall we open the wine?”

She hasn’t stopped beaming all afternoon, delighted at the flowers and the gifts, your dad humming away in the kitchen, cooking enough to feed a small army.

Heisuke’s already plucking a bottle from the fridge, glasses set out on the counter. He lifts a questioning brow in your direction and you nod with as much of a smile as you can muster. Nothing sounds more appealing to you right now than a drink.

Several of them, actually. You’ll start with one.

“Thanks,” you murmur when he passes it to you.

Quietly enough that your parents won’t hear, he asks, “You good?”

“I’m good,” you reassure him, lying through your teeth. His knuckles knock against yours, and when you glance up, there’s a wordless promise that the two of you aren’t done with this.

He’s been watching you ever since you got home. Not in the predatory, possessive way they used to, just… you very reluctantly gave him crumbs – not even that much – yet he’s staring at you like you’re a piece of a puzzle he’s desperate to solve. He’s looking at you like he’s seeing you for the first time, and you don’t know how to deal with it.

It makes you nervous.

“Did something happen between you two?” The quiet voice at your side startles you – perhaps you’re more on edge than you’d like to admit, because your whole body flinches, the wine in your glass sloshing up over the rim, just barely avoiding your dress and the edge of the couch.

You hadn’t even noticed your mom had sat down.

Cursing under your breath, you jump up before she can, snatching some paper towels from the kitchen, paying no mind the slight, disapproving tilt to your father’s mein (the one which, to his credit, he does try to hide) to mop up the mess on the floor.

“Sorry,” you throw out, both for the spill and for swearing, because that too is something neither of your parents are fond of, but your mom’s quick to wave it away.

“Nonsense. You’re fine, sweet girl. Come, sit!” She pats the seat you’ve vacated. “Relax.”

Your dad’s in the kitchen, laughing with Hei. Your mom’s still happy – it’s slowly leaching from her eyes the longer she looks at you, the more she sees. Relax.

Today’s supposed to be a happy day.

Relax.

You can’t.

They know some of your past. Bits and pieces.

In ten years, you’ve never uttered a single word about them. Not to anyone.

The more you shove it down, the more it fights back, bubbling away inside of you like the tempest of a storm. You can feel yourself cracking, unshed tears burning at your eyes.

You can’t.

“… Mom–”

A knock cuts through the rising tide of emotion battering through you, and all four of you start.

Your dad moves first, drying his hands and striding on over to answer it. On his way, he glances to where you and your mom are sitting – instinctively. Unthinkingly. He glances her way a thousand times a day – to check in, to see what she’s doing, to catch those little expressions she makes, only this time he isn’t met with the picture of a happy wife and daughter. You see it when it hits him, the tension, your wrought expression, the hand your mom’s slipped you in the seconds since, holding you tight and keeping you tethered.

You see it when he does a double take, sharp surprise quickly overtaken by alarm.

Another knock at the door. Louder.

His head snaps back towards the door, glaring at it like it’s personally wronged him. “One sec,” he mutters to no one in particular, and your mom squeezes your hand as he yanks it open with a touch more force than necessary.

“Yes?”

The air punches out of your lungs.

From where you’re sitting, the door cracked ajar, your dad’s frame blocking the gap, you can’t see who’s there. Not until he peeks over your dad’s shoulder, his charming grin widening into something shark-like and predatory when he spots you, delighted.

An elevator careening out of control, your stomach plummets.

Ignoring your dad – your family as a whole – entirely, Oikawa addresses you. “You dropped this this morning. Clumsy girl.”

Iwa passes him something, your wallet, you realise when he holds it out to you, waving it like a dog treat.

Your wallet with your ID, this address, tucked away inside.

The wallet you absolutely, in no way dropped.

Primarily on instinct, shaking like a newborn foal, you start to rise, to stumble forward and take it from him, only it’s Heisuke who moves first. Angrier than you think you’ve ever seen him, he plants himself between you, one arm outstretched as if to keep you back, his withering gaze fixed on the duo.

“Thank you for returning it,” he bites out. “You can leave now.”

For your parents, already on edge, suspicious by their familiarity and your reaction to it, it’s enough to set their hackles up. Gone is any semblance of politeness when your father snatches your wallet from Oikawa’s fingers, “Go.”

Up until now, Oikawa’s paid them all the attention one would a gnat, an annoyance maybe, but one hardly worth acknowledging. That changes as his head tilts, dark eyes appraising your father.

“What’s the rush?” he asks, reaching behind him. You can’t see it, what with your dad and now Heisuke standing between you, but there’s movement, your dad lets out a sudden, choked off gurgle, lurching back inside.

Your eyes widen, a bone chilling horror taking hold of you as you spy the sleek black handle of a knife sticking out his gut, a slow stain of red seeping out around it.

“We’ve still got so much catching up to do.”

—

You’ve never been this far into the woods before.

Stars glitter overhead, condensation from your breath puffing out with every exhale. It’s cold out. The path you’re walking isn’t one of the trails they lay for hikers and tourists, and you’ve been walking for a while.

Still, Tooru’s hand is warm entwined with yours, and there’s that wicked thrill in your belly that comes from breaking the rules, doing secret, exciting things in the dead of night.

“Is Hajime waiting for us?” you ask, when you can hold the question back no longer.

“Always Hajime with you, isn’t it,” he teases. “Y’know, a guy could develop a complex with all this favouritism being thrown around.”

You’re pulled closer into his side even as he says it, and you go happily. You’ve got your brothers back – tonight you’re only thinking good thoughts.

Tonight he promised you fun.

A giddy bounce in your step, you follow where your big brother leads until you spot a glow in the trees ahead, smell the smoke on the mid-autumn breeze.

Tooru grins in the dark, “Have you ever been to a bonfire?”

You shake your head.

It takes another few minutes before you can see the fire in all its grandeur, Hajime standing off to the side, warming his hands against the flames. They dance through the clearing, bright and high and hot, hot enough that you briefly consider shedding the jacket Tooru swaddled you up in before you left.

A bonfire?

They built this for you?

You look incredulously to Tooru, “This is where he’s been all day?”

“More or less.”

“Do you like it, pretty girl?” Hajime calls out when you’re closer. Your hand slips from Tooru’s as you leap forward, allowing him to catch you in his arms and tug you against him, and like earlier with Tooru, it eases some of the hurt weighing you down. He’s here, he’s not angry anymore, you can fight and argue like siblings but they aren’t going anywhere.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, smoothing down your hair. “It’s pretty cool,” you tell him with a decisive nod, making him chuckle.

“Maybe we should add more accelerant,” Tooru says, eyeing the flames with a considering look. “I don’t know if it’s hot enough.”

Hajime scoffs, “We don’t need any more accelerant.”

“But–”

“It’s fine, dumbass. Leave it.”

Heaving out a long suffering sigh, Tooru takes the space on your other side. In the Western movies you’ve seen, these bonfire things usually have more of a party-like vibe. There’s music and dancing. Drinking. This is something wholly different.

You don’t mind the quiet, though, sitting between your brothers on the fallen log they dragged over. Listening to the crackle of the fire. Watching red embers spark and fly off into the night.

You’ve missed this. Them.

In the hypnosis of the fire, the heat that covers you like a blanket – burning strongly enough, despite what Tooru thinks, that down to a tee-shirt, leaning into Hajime’s side, Tooru playing with your fingers, you feel you could so easily drift off to sleep, sated and content.

“You love us, don’t you?” Tooru says it so quietly, so off-handedly, that for a moment you don’t hear the stinging accusation beneath the words.

When it does, whatever fleeting contentment you’d managed to wrap yourself up in is ripped away, leaving you cold and exposed.

A slap in the face might’ve stung less.

You gape at him. At the both of them. “How can you ask me that?”

Tooru shrugs, casual and cruel, “I dunno. You lied to us. Multiple times.”

“Snuck around behind our backs,” Hajime adds.

“Kept things from us. Don’t think we haven’t noticed the new lock on your phone, imouto. Doesn’t sound like love to me.”

“I– I’ve already apologised.” You try to keep your voice calm and level, but with every word that pours out of you, the faster your heart beats and the more distress leaks into your tone. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I lied, I’m sorry I went behind your backs, I’m sorry I kissed him! I don’t know what you want from me, I don’t know how to fix this!”

Hot tears spring to your eyes, stinging as you ferociously blink them back.

If you start crying now, they’ll probably just mock you. That, or they’ll claim that you’re trying to manipulate them into feeling bad with crocodile tears and hiccuping sniffles.

In a tiny voice, you say, “I didn’t do any of it to hurt you. Please,” you beg helplessly. “You can’t keep holding it over my head and punishing me for it.”

“You think we’re punishing you?” Tooru asks, still in that cold, flat tone that makes you want to sob.

Aren’t they? Sure feels like it.

Hajime lets out a heavy exhale, shaking his head and staring up at the night sky. “You still don’t fucking get it.”

Hands slip under your armpits and without warning you find yourself hoisted onto Tooru’s lap. It’s whiplash, especially when he curls around you, those lithe arms caging you in, and presses a kiss to your burning cheek. “Iwa, brute that he is, is right. You’re not listening to us. This isn’t punishment. You can pretend to hate us, cry, yell, fight. You can try to shut us out if that’s what you feel you need, but this,” his chin juts out at the bonfire crackling merrily a few feet away, “this is love.” He shivers as he says it, voice like honey. “We did it for you, and I’d do so much more.”

Your head’s still spinning, reeling from being yanked from one extreme to another. Hot and cold. Spiteful to affectionate. You stare at the fire, but you don’t understand.

“Yeah, like you didn’t enjoy the hell out of it,” Hajime snorts, which makes even less sense.

“…You mean the– the bonfire?”

Tooru laughs. His nose skims along the shell of your ear, earning him a shiver of your own. “Hm, almost.”

So you peer at the fire like it’s supposed to give you the answers you need. There’s nothing. It’s a fire, there’s nothing special about…

Oh.

You learn forward – as much as the cage of his embrace will allow, at any rate – squinting a little. Nestled beneath the stacked logs and kindling, there’s an oddly shaped lump, black and gnarled, with ridges and a scooped out hollow that kinda looks like–

Your blood runs cold.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he croons. “You’ve been so sad all week, wondering where your friend up and disappeared to. Aren’t you glad to see him again?”

“No.” Whisper soft, the noise lost to the crackling of the fire. You shake your head, “This– you’re being cruel. Stop it, it’s not funny.”

But the tears you’ve so valiantly held back are falling, your breath coming in short, panicky gasps. The skull in the fire doesn’t look fake, and if this is a prank, it’s gone beyond too far.

Your head grows light and all too heavy at the same time, “That isn’t– you didn’t– you… you– you wouldn’t–”

“No?” the voice at your ear questions, low and dangerous. “You think I wouldn’t stab the little fuck after you kissed him?”

“Stop it,” you tearfully beg, squeezing your eyes shut. The skull’s still there, burned into the back of your eyelids.

No, no, no. Omori isn’t dead.

Omori isn’t dead.

Your heart slams against your ribs, a violent chorus to the swell of sick dread and fear you’re desperately trying to tamp down. Omori isn’t dead!

“STOP IT!”

They wouldn’t kill him.

The crunch of footsteps sounds, and you don’t need your vision to know that Hajime’s now crouching in front of you. When rough fingers seize your jaw, holding you in place, and he leans in close, almost nose to nose, they fly open regardless.

“You ever try that shit again, and next time we’ll drag you by the fucking hair and do it in front of you,” he promises, calm despite the fury that rages in his eyes.

Caged between them, Hajime appraises you, taking in your hysteria, the tears dripping down your face, your bottom lip quivering – as though he’s committing the sight to memory. His eyes dart to Tooru’s for a brief second, the latter squeezing your side, before he speaks. “If you’d listened to us in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened. Don’t make us into monsters, sweetheart.”

Your fault is what you hear.

There’s a loud pop from the fire, and you lose it entirely.

You explode. Elbows flying, kicking, clawing. A wild, terrified, desperate thing, and it takes them by surprise – enough to catch Tooru in the gut, loosening his grip. Enough to knock Hajime back onto his ass. A gap, however small, for you to scramble to your knees, violently kicking back when a hand snatches at your ankle, and flee through the woods in the dark, away from the furious shouts, the raging footsteps chasing after you.

You run and your lungs burn, heaving for every breath.

The light of the bonfire disappears behind you, plunging the forest into an inky black, and the shouts and yells turn into calls of your name, then coaxing pleas, almost sounding worried. Eventually, those grow distant too, and fade away altogether.

You keep running, uncertain of where you’re going. No, blind to it entirely. All that matters is keeping out of their reach. You’ll run to the ends of the earth if you have to.

And so you push until your legs scream for a reprieve, until you taste iron on your tongue and when your body can keep the pace no longer, you stumble through the underbrush, tripping over roots and branches instead, pausing every once in a while to lean against a tree and catch your breath.

As your adrenaline fades and the sweat dampening your clothes cools, the cold night air bites like needles at your skin, you start to shiver, rubbing at your exposed arms in an effort to generate a little warmth. Bitterly, you remember that the jacket that you’d brought, the one Tooru had all but forced on you before you’d left, is back at the bonfire, slung over a nearby log. Useless to you now.

But the shivers that wrack your body aren’t solely from the dropping temperature.

Every snapping branch, hoot of an owl, rustle of leaves sends a fresh wave of terror spiking through you. You think of Tooru’s cruel smirk and Hajime’s bruising grip, of Omori’s skull staring back at you from the fire, flesh melted to the bone, black and twisted, and a ragged, distraught sob brings you to your knees.

Hopelessly lost, cold, frightened and alone, you curl into the dirt and cry.

—

Hikers find you at dawn.

Emergency services are called – an ambulance to take you to the nearest hospital to be poked and prodded, police to question why a fourteen year old girl was wandering the woods alone at night.

They treat you for dehydration and mild hypothermia, a few small cuts and scrapes, and when a soft spoken nurse pulls the curtain around your bed and gently asks if you’d like them to perform a rape kit, you blanch and shake your head. Eventually, they allow the detective into the room. In his late forties, bespectacled, a smattering of grey dusted throughout his close cropped black hair, he pulls up a chair beside the bed and patiently asks how you’re feeling.

If you were a better person, you’d tell him everything. The Furukawas’ abuse, your foster brothers’ increasingly overprotective behaviour, sneaking behind their back to see Omori and the fight that followed that nearly ripped you apart.

The bonfire.

Your fault, your fault, your fault.

Omori deserves that much. His parents should know what happened to their son.

Your jacket lying forgotten by his bones.

“Please don’t take me back there,” you mumble, tears shining in your eyes.

Back to the woods, or the Furukawas. Back to the boys you’d loved who’d murdered for you.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter that that’s all they can get out of you. A traumatised teenager found miles from home without a single soul raising the alarm would be one thing. When that traumatised teenager’s a girl supposedly under the care of government approved guardians, it raises red flags not even they can ignore.

By lunch, they’ve arranged for you to be placed back in an all-girl orphanage until a more suitable, long term solution can be found.

—

Some nights you dream that you’re back there, in their bedroom at the Furukawas’. It’s dark and cozy, there’s an arm slung over your waist and you find yourself drifting off to the steady beat of the heart behind you, soft snores by your ear.

They’re nice dreams. You feel safe, loved.

Tucked away in your subconscious, nothing exists but the sanctuary of them, and when you inevitably feel that tug of awareness coaxing you awake, you sink your fingers in and cling to it for dear life.

Just another minute. Another few seconds. Please.

Right now, you’d give anything to wake up and have this be nothing more than a nightmare you can banish.

But there’s no escaping this one. Your dad’s on the living room floor by the couch, hunkered over, pale and sweaty, pressing what was once a clean dish towel to the wound in his stomach. The coffee table’s been pushed to the side, Heisuke and your mom sat on the chairs Oikawa dragged into its place, ankles zip-tied to the legs, wrists bound, duct tape slapped across both of their mouths. Between the knife Oikawa idly toys with, still wet with blood, the handgun held loosely in Iwa’s palm and your dad slowly bleeding out on the floor, they’ve been compliant.

Much like you have, although you’re neither bound nor gagged, sitting in the armchair Iwa ushered you to, arms looped around your knees with the man himself perched against the backrest.

The only one of you making any kind of noise at all is your dad, his voice a slurring mumble, words near intelligible. He’s begging, you can tell that much. Pleading through gritted teeth for them to let you go, not to hurt you, your mom, Hei.

You desperately wanna tell him to save his breath, but you can’t even look at him – at any of them – without wanting to throw up.

“Do you still love us, imouto?”

Your eyes track Oikawa as he leans over the two chairs, the edge of his knife carelessly poised above Heisuke’s shoulder. From your periphery you see him flinch and stiffen, the sharp uptick of his breath smothered by duct tape, but you don’t dare shift your attention from the brunet smiling genially back at you.

Your heart squeezes, clenched by an invisible fist. Buried deep beneath the guilt and the paralysing dread, a slightly hysterical part of you almost wants to laugh.

“Do you think I could ever stop?”

Surprise flashes in his eyes and his grin widens. “You ran,” he accuses.

“You ran again this morning,” Iwa adds, sounding far less amused.

“I was scared.”

“Of us?” Iwa slides off the back of the couch, straightening up. In an instant, his hand’s wrapped around your throat, the broad pad of his thumb forcing your jaw upwards. “You think we’d ever fucking hurt you?” he growls, looking genuinely angry.

Distantly you register the sound of Heisuke’s muffled indignation, another gasping wheeze from your dad, but all that fades to the background as Iwa’s mouth crashes against yours.

He doesn’t kiss you sweetly. It’s invasive, rough. His hand flexes around your throat, forcing a gasp to drive his tongue between your lips, and you can feel every ounce of possession, of pent up need and frustration as he drags it on despite the awkward angle.

When he does break away, eyes darkened and simmering, he holds your gaze, ignoring the pointed throat clearing from the other side of the room. “Never,” he swears, waiting for you to nod before finally relaxing his grip. “Good girl.” To Oikawa, watching you both with a barely constrained hunger, he says, “Enough screwing around. Do it and let’s go.”

Oikawa huffs, rolling his eyes, “Fine. Should’ve known you’d get all impatient after you had a taste.”

“Like you’re not?”

There’s not enough air in the room, your heart’s doing somersaults in your chest, your pulse hammering through your veins. Oikawa stares at you, head tilted, the corner of his lip slowly curling up as you start to tremble, shaking your head, tears beading at your lashes, “I guess we could hurry it along.”

“No, please–”

“Shh, sweet girl. It’s okay.” You try to stand up, but Iwa takes a hold of your shoulder and forces you back down. “Me and Iwa, we were gonna give you a choice. Let you pick. If you could kill one of them, we’d let the other two go.”

A strangled sob rips its way free, your whole body shuddering with the force of it.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. We’re not gonna make you do that,” he comforts, side-stepping your now thrashing brother to make his way over towards you. “Cause the thing is, they kept you from us. Lied to you. Manipulated you. Whether they meant to or not, they hurt you. I don’t think they deserve that kind of mercy, do you?”

“No, no, no, please! Please don’t, please don’t hurt them–”

Abandoning his knife, he drops to a crouch in front of you, “We’re gonna make it right, and then we’ll go home, okay? We’ll take care of it.”

“Please, Tooru! I’ll do anything!”

There’s a kiss pressed to the crown of your head, the cushion behind your back being tugged free. “You don’t need to do anything,” Iwa says, the cold cocking of his gun echoing like a death knell.

“We love you. This one’s on us.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere iwaizumi hajime #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere iwaizumi x reader #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon

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dira333 · 7 days ago

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Spin the bottle - Oikawa Tooru x Reader

brother's best friend and kiss - for @arisaturn for the Milestone Event Week 1

“You’re going to be nice, right?” Hajime asks when the doorbell rings.

You roll your eyes. “No, I’m going to scream bloody murder and run around covered in fake blood. Yes, I’m going to behave.”

“I’m never too sure with you.”

You snort and kick him out of your room for good.

It’s his party after all. His first-ever secret “Mom and Dad are out of the house” party.

You’ve got all the snacks you could possibly need, a really good book you want to make a dent in and the upstairs bathroom is not to be used by any guests so you doubt you’ll see anyone tonight.

Sure, you could go down and mingle, but being a twin is annoying enough on the daily, you don’t need to add to that tonight as well.

Thirty minutes after the first doorbell has cut through the silence, someone knocks on your door.

Groaning, you push yourself up from your bed and open it, only to find Oikawa Tooru standing on the other side.

“Did you get lost on the way to the bathroom?” You ask. “Party is downstairs.”

“I know that but do you? Why are you not down there with the others?”

“It’s not my party.”

“Nonsense.” He grabs your arm but you lean against it. “Forget it, I’ve got my book and my snacks, I’m not coming down there.”

“But it’s more fun with you.”

“Sure,” you joke. “Go do something with the people that want to spend time with you.”

Something like hurt washes over his face.

“Fine,” he huffs out. “You’re missing a lot.”

“Sure, sure.”

You close the door again.

It’s quiet after that. Well, as quiet as it can be when there’s a house party going on right below your room.

On your way back from the bathroom you find the door to your room open when you know full well you’ve closed it.

Annoyed, you step inside. Oikawa’s lying starfish like on your bed.

“Did no one teach you not to go into other people’s rooms?” You ask, trying to shove him off but failing. He’s heavy.

“Your room is cool,” he mumbles. “The ceiling spins.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No,” he shakes his head but groans right after. “Maybe?”

“What did you drink? I thought Hajime said no alcohol?”

“Mattsun brought something. Or was it Makki? I don’t remember. It didn’t taste bad but now I feel kinda weird.”

“Well, too bad. You’re not going to stay here. Call your sister to pick you up if you need to go home.”

“Please?” He uses his best puppy dog eyes on you and you feel awful that they’re actually working. Curse him and his good looks.

“Fine,” you sigh, wedging yourself between him and the headrest. “But keep quiet. I’m reading.”

And it’s almost nice like that, the warmth of his body so close, no sound but his soft breathing and a sigh here and there.

Eventually, he turns, his face now pressed against your thigh.

“I’m feeling a little better,” Oikawa tells you and you can feel his lips move through the thin pants you’re wearing, much too close to your skin for comfort.

“Idiot,” you push him to the side. “What are you doing?”

“Talking to you,” he blinks up at you again. “What are you doing?”

“Reading.”

“Isn’t that boring? You could come down and play with us.”

“No thanks,” you pointedly turn the page. “I have no interest in whatever games you guys could come up with.”

Silence.

When Oikawa moves again, he does it so suddenly that you flinch away, having almost forgotten about his presence.

He grabs the bottle of water from your nightstand and sits up, resting it between you on your bed with utter focus.

“Let’s play spin the bottle.”

“Why?”

“Because.” His grin is cheeky as he spins it, though the half-filled bottle won’t properly move.

“Well,” he says, sighing down at it. “It still counts as you since there’s no one else around.”

You laugh. “It doesn’t work that way.”

“Sure it does. That’s why every guy wants to play Spin the Bottle. It’s the only chance to get to kiss the girl you like without everyone knowing.”

You falter. “What?”

“Hmm…” He’s not looking at you, swaying a little left to right. Is he still drunk?

Oikawa turns the bottle until it points at you. “And if you’re not coming down to play with us, I just have to come up and play with you.”

“You like me, Oikawa?”

His brown eyes are much lighter now when he looks up, as if he’d opened a window behind them that let you look inside of him, into all the vulnerable places he usually keeps hidden.

“I thought you knew?” He pouts. He really really pouts, that asshole, in a moment like this.

“Is that why you keep coming up here to bother me?”

“I’m not bothering you,” he insists. “I’m spending valuable time with you! If you don’t want me to have the first turn, you can turn the bottle instead, but we’re only two people, so it kinda has to land on me-”

His lips taste like soju and something fruity, they’re warm and soft against your own.

He deflates like a balloon at the touch, sinking into you like a heavy weight dropped into water.

Oikawa’s always been dramatic, but you think you’ve never liked it quite as much as you do now.

When you let go, move back, try to sort your thoughts out, his hands find the bottle again.

“Can I spin it again?” He asks and you snort.

“You don’t have to spin it, Tooru. You can just ask for another kiss.”

And you’re pretty sure it’s not the first time you’ve called him by his first name.

But the way his head shoots up, eyes sparkling with wonder, you think you might be mistaken.

Or maybe it’s just the first time he’s heard it.

“Well, can I? Kiss you again, I mean?”

“I changed my mind, spin the bottle instead.”

#my writing #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru #oikawa #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#milestone event

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educatedsimps · 4 months ago

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— “what would you do if we broke up” tiktok trend w the hq men

≪ back to fics masterlist

hq character x gn!reader

a/n: came across another tiktok and thought "hey let's do this for hq" so here's anther short one while i churn out the longer written reqs HAHA love y'all pls enjoyy

cw: “girl” used to refer to reader as in like “girl what?” or “girl please” kinda context, some swearing, humour??

The trend:

“Ask me what I’d do if we broke up,” you perched on the edge of the sofa where he sat, innocently scrolling on his phone.

With confusion written all over his face, he looked between you and the camera several times before asking, “Wha... why would we break up?”

Hearing the hint of sadness in his voice, you clarified, “Nonono I’m not breaking up with you, babe, it’s just a tiktok trend. Go on, ask me!”

With one more nudge of encouragement, he relented. Sighing, he asked, “What would you do if we broke up?”

And without a second of hesitation, you answered with a shit-eating grin on your face, “I’d get back with my ex.”

The reaction:

“same lmao” ↳ SUNA AND KUROO 😭😭

the most offended ones - hand to chest with a dramatic gasp, then screams “BABE WTF?!” then gets all petty and pouty saying “i’d do the same thing” ↳ atsumu, oikawa

replica of iwa's face when oikawa asked him “iwa-chan, are you my mom?” ↳ IWA LMAO, suga, yaku, all the chaotic hq moms tbh like can u imagine

gives you the most disappointed dad look ever as if he’s saying “girl pls” then continues w his shit but is a lil hurt ngl like u better apologise later 😭 ↳ daichi, kita

will cry in a corner. u better give him a hug and apologise 🤧 ↳ hinata, noya, bokuto, asahi, yamaguchi, lev, goshiki

will glare at you then turn his nose up with a "tch" (he's just jealous tbh) ↳ tsukki, futakuchi, kenma, shirabu

confused, a lil offended, dumbfounded, then even more confused. The Man Was Too Stunned To Speak like how dare you do this to him 😀 ↳ kags, ushi, osamu, probably asahi before he starts tearing up, kenma before he gets petty

“WHAT” and jumps like three feet into the air like a cartoon character ↳ tanaka, tendo

*sighs* “i understand” ↳ akaashi (he's too tired to think so he just takes it at face level ahjdjdhjv), aone 😭💔

"with me, right?" ↳ sakusa cuz he's prolly seen the trend before (yves has a hc that he’s secretly chronically online), also kita after giving it a bit of thought HAHA

The aftermath:

“You’d be my ex, dumbass,” you giggled.

mentally facepalms himself, probably blushing and laughing to himself then hugs you and gives u kisses all while agreeing with u wholeheartedly 🥰 ↳ suga, yaku, daichi AND AKAASHI BC I DEF DIDNT FORGET ABOUT HIM

“pfft i knew that lmao” these mfs are too proud to admit that they were fooled ↳ atsumu, oikawa, suna, futakuchi

grumpy "i knew that..." man ↳ osamu, iwa, tsukki, kenma, shirabu

“OH YEAHHHHH” and they’re overjoyed. ↳ bokuto, hinata, tanaka, noya, tendo, goshiki, lev

"oh yeah that's right..." moment of clarity kinda thing ↳ asahi, aone, ushi, kags, yams

“u owe me kisses for emotional damage” + pouty + clingy ↳ kuroo, atsumu and oikawa after they stop pouting and whining n shit

#educated.simps #haikyuu x reader #lyssa.writes #simps.write #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #hq memes #hq #hq x reader #haikyu #haikyuu #yves.edits

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chaoticfics · 1 year ago

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masterpost of fics

Harry Styles:

SNL (Harry Styles X Famous!Reader)

Citrine (Witch!harry)

Sweet as Honey (boxer!harry)

parts: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. 13. 14. 15. 16. 17. 18.

Heal (wolf!harry)

mute!harry

7 missed calls (car accident)

historical au (farmhand)

prince!harry

witch harry and yn

baseball harry

harry erectile disfunction

secret pregnancy trope

1 2 3 4 5 6 7

stepdad!harry not being legal guarding of r kid

single mom r

teen dad

fairy!harry

Spencer Reid

period stain

police officers check out pregnant yn

gf answers door to bau when they were having sex

sr and r kids get kidnapped when they were secret

sr and r kids set them up

sr and r exs, they have a kid

r is witness, dating sr

secret pregnancy/child

camp!au

cockwarming

one bed trope

lure unsub out by kissing

regulus black

lestrange!r

r and reg live with serious during war

muggle born r and having to lie to reg parents

evans!r. lily finds you and reg dating

steve harrington

mike grossed out by pda

sh going crazy for boobs

r loves his uniform

omega steve

grumpy!r

wallet photo

after birth, steve scared sex

miguel o’hara

secret pregnancy trope

childhood bestfriends (headcanon)

non-spidey, insecure

misses you

misses you (ceo)

male spiders give back rubs

clingy mig

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ppl try to guess whats between you

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fake relationship

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anatomy lesson

Cedric Diggory

cd and r's kid tells their story

smut after practice

Jack Hughs

secret prg trope

single!mom: one, two, three

want baby

walked during sex

daughter comforts after loss

Zuko

Rotations

max thunderman

pheobe catches you two

Battison

fake marriage

failed flying

wife kidnapped by riddler

sakusa

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s and r are engaged

secret pregnancy

oikawa x r

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iruinn · 1 year ago

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every breath of yours is a prayer to my temple ❀ iwaizumi hajime x reader

summary :

Iwaizumi has no soulmarks. He is fine with this. Iwaizumi is also a liar.

cw : smut (mild degradation, unprotected sex)

general tags/notes : OOCness, oikawa/female OC(not reader!), some one-sided pining on iwaizumi's part, as always unbeta read.

read on ao3 here

wc : 6656

MINORS DNI! ty

There are a few unshakeable facts Iwaizumi has always known, as steady as the sun rising in the east.

His mom and dad are extremely, almost disgustingly in love. Their matching timers (both reading 00:00:00, the countdown having finished far before Hajime was barely a twinkle in his parents' eyes) displayed proudly,

Oikawa Tooru is his best friend. Despite the soulmark on his upper back (A black crown, standing out against his pale skin), Oikawa has always insisted on Hajime being first in his life. From when they were young, knobbly knees bumping into each other on bus rides back home to now, as he feels of the volleyball reaching his palm perfectly as he smashes it to the other side of the court, its always been Tooru and Hajime.

Iwaizumi doesn't have a soulmate.

"I mean," Matsukawa mutters. "Maybe it's just not the type of soulmark that manifests until you meet your soulmate? I've heard of soulmarks like those, rare as they are."

Iwaizumi doesn't know about that. Wouldn't he have felt the presence of a soulmate? Don't people always talk about how they feel a piece of themselves missing until they meet their other half?

"Hey, maybe that feeling is just due to the expectation of knowing your soulmate is somewhere out there, you know? Like, you don't actually feel anything but you think you do because you're so conditioned to missing a part of yourself." Hanamaki throws out his hands, spreading them like he had just impressed the wisdom of the ages upon them. Iwaizumi snorts, shaking his head.

"Dude, I think you're delusional."

The comment earns him a punch to the shoulder, but he just shakes it off, dodging Hanamaki's fists. It didn't matter, anyway. He didn't really need a soulmate. He had his team, and he had volleyball. Things were fine as they were, and Iwaizumi would be happy if they continued like this, always. The setting sun behind their backs, as he slung his arms around Oikawa's shoulders, grabbing him in a headlock and ruffling up his disgustingly perfect hair, the laughter of his friends in the spring air.

He should have known it was too good to last.

The beginning of the end started with her, he thinks.

A new manager, after their last one had graduated. She slotted into their life, neatly and without pause, like a missing puzzle piece that they didn't realize was missing until it was before them.

She immediately incited a feeling of overprotectiveness in the team. She laughed along to Hanamaki's and Mattsun's jokes, listened patiently to the excitable first years, and was immediately there to calm him down when he got too angry at Oikawa's flippishness, and recognized when Oikawa was overworking himself and put her foot down to stop him. (Even if it didn't work. Not much could stop Oikawa when he was determined.)

His breath caught in his throat, as his team members had thrown sideway glances at him, knowing he was in the same situation. She notices their attention, and looks at him questioningly too.

And yet, for all her cheerfulness, there were moments where she was overcome by a weird melancholy. Times when she glimpsed the soulmark on Oikawa's back, when his shirt rode up too high, when she noticed Yahaba's nose sometimes bleeding on its own (of all the soulmarks, a shared pain one was definitely an absolute pain in the ass), when she noticed the easy energy between Hanamaki and Matsukawa-

The entire team had noticed, especially Oikawa, who was always doted a lot more on her during those moments. His coy yells of "Manager-chan~" almost always succeeded those moments, as he would proceed to badger her and distract her.

It's an overnight training camp, over barbeque where she opens up, her voice carrying among the silence underneath the stars.

"I don't have a soulmate. Never will, I think."

"Ah, that's okay. I don't have one either. But I've never really felt the need for one anyway." He coughs, his ears turning red at the scrutiny. She observes him quietly and quirks an eyebrow.

"We're in the same boat, Iwaizumi-kun! We have to stick together then!"

He raises his skewer to her in a mimicry of a toast, relishing the sound of her laughter.

Hajime wonders if he's allowed to feel more for her. Was it worth mangling their dynamic so he could reach out and push one of her flowing strands of hair behind her ear? To reach down and take her lips, cupping the back of her neck in his palm? Was he made for her, their unmarked bodies in harmony with each other?

That day results in a change. Oikawa and Iwaizumi become Oikawa, Iwaizumi and her. She joins them on their walks home now, linking her arms with theirs, as she laughs at him and Oikawa ribbing each other. Their movie nights now have her sprawled across Oikawa's lap, her legs in his as they relentlessly mocked bad horror movies together, throwing popcorn at each other. She watches, water bottles and towels at ready as they relentlessly practice serves and spikes.

The best things come in threes, don't they?

This friendship of his, their trio, was so precious to him, and he wanted it to remain unbroken. He would push down his feelings for her if he had to protect it.

Their third and final year of high school arrives with a rush, and with it a sense of finality. The last year of volleyball he'd enjoy with his team, and their final chance to enter the Nationals. The insurmountable wall that was Shiratorizawa loomed over them as always, but this year would be different. It had to be.

Karasuno was a surprise. Seeing the grumpy kid that used to lurk around Oikawa now become a monstrous setter an extremely unpleasant one, watching Oikawa's anger at the prodigy gutting. But this was just another opponent to crush on their way to the nationals, and he ensured that his spikes were at their fiercest. Karasuno is vanquished, but he knows that the team is stumbling and will be scary once they find their wings. He thinks Oikawa has realized it too.

The tiny middle blocker from Karasuno makes him feel...weird. A yearning he didn't think was possible to feel. He's mildly insulted that its the annoying chibi of all people that brings it out of him.

Matsukawa laughs and laughs. "Hey, maybe he's your soulmate?"

Oikawa's head whips around, and walks up he grips Iwaizumi's head between his hands. "If your soulmate is Tobio's minion, I will never forgive you, Iwa-chan!" Iwaizumi sputters, headbutting him. "Shittykawa, you'd think it'd be a bit more obvious if he was!"

Iwaizumi wonders when he became Tooru-kun to her.

Their manager watches them both wrestle, a smile on her face. "Tooru-kun and me will support you no matter what, you know that right?"

"Ah, Iwa-chan...we're together now."

The world ends on a Thursday.

Iwaizumi knew he should have stayed in bed today. Her nervous stride as she slinks up to him forms a strange pit in his stomach. The pink spots of color high up on her cheekbones, her face fighting off a smile. The way Oikawa walks alongside her, her arms linked to his. The way he feels like an intruder now, a voyeur to moments he shouldn't be witnessing.

He knows what Oikawa is about to say even before he opens his mouth.

He wonders how he didn't see it before. She covers her face with her hands, blushing furiously, but Oikawa continues looking at him, waiting for something.

Iwaizumi smiles, punches his best friend in the shoulder lightly. It's okay. Maybe things could still be the same. He turns to her and snorts. "You sure you want to put up with this dumbass?"

They laugh together, the tension dissipating. He walks with them, but the distance between them has widened. A bitter part of Iwaizumi wonders why Oikawa had to go for her when he had his own soulmate, but he knows that is a selfish thought. He wonders how much of his feelings was solely because they both happened to lack soulmates.

Oikawa whines, a relieved look crossing his face, so quickly that Iwaizumi wonders if he imagined it. "Iwa-chan, you're so mean! You're still number 1 in my heart, you know?"

"Shittykawa, have you taken one too many volleyballs to the face or something?"

It would be nice, he thinks. To have someone to call his own. He watches his best friends as they shyly steal glances at each other, faces red, and despite that bitterness he hopes they're happy together. And maybe if she met someone despite not having a soulmate, he could too.

Iwaizumi curses as he strides down the corridor, knowing he's late. Oikawa had slunk away somewhere, and the next match was theirs, but their coach sends him away to track down their captain. The spring tournament is their last chance at Nationals, and he is extremely high strung already.

Where had he seen that before? It comes to him in a rush, and he realizes she's a Karasuno student.

He's too lost in his thoughts to notice the whirlwind barreling down his path, their collision imminent. He notices the girl a second too late, and he struggles to halt his stride, but she crashes into him, sending them both to the floor.

"Shit,can't you see where you're going??" He yells, and the lump on top of him groans, slowly lifting its head from his chest. He notices her uniform first, the familiarity striking.

The second thing he notices is her forehead and part of her cheek glowing different colours, iridescent. She looks down at him from her position and yelps, her expression going from annoyance to shock as she stares at his face. He feels his heart beating faster, his eyes refusing to leave those glowing marks, watching as they slowly fade away.

He straightens, grabbing her raised hand, and the places where their skin touches flares to life with color.

She's the most beautiful person he's ever seen, he realizes.

He sits up, and she flushes red, realizing she's on his lap. She still doesn't move, and raises her hand slowly. He watches, frozen, as she pokes his cheek, almost in a trance. She pulls her finger away, and he notices it's glowing, orange and red. She looks at her finger and at his cheek, and he feels the place she poked him blaze with warmth. He thinks it could burn a hole in him.

There are a few unshakeable facts Iwaizumi thought he'd always known. They might not have been as immovable as he thought they were.

Oikawa Tooru is his best friend. It's not just Tooru and Hajime anymore, but maybe that's okay.

Iwaizumi doesn't have might have desperately hopes he's not mistaken has a soulmate.

You have a soulmate.

At least, you think you do. You throw the volleyball to your cousin, watching him stumble to receive it.

"What makes you so sure you do, (name)?" Hinata asks, curious. He tosses the ball back to you and you catch it cleanly, spinning it on a finger. You think it's a fair question. After all, you don't have a soulmark, unlike Hinata.

"It's just a feeling, you know?" You shrug. "Like I just know there's someone out there for me." You drop the ball, flopping onto the grass under you, and your cousin bounds up to you, throwing his arms around your neck. You pat his fluffy orange hair, feeling a rush of affection. "Of course, it's just a feeling. I'm not as lucky as you, to have such a pretty soul mark."

Hinata scrambles away from you, lifting his shirt and grimacing. The golden fox is bright, and you wonder what kind of person it belongs to. They must certainly be somewhat flashy, and you're very curious to see how they'd fit your cousin.

You giggle, getting up and brushing the grass off your shorts, pulling Hinata up with you. "Come on nerd, let's go get some more practice in before Auntie calls us for dinner."

"Blech! I don't care about soulmates anyway! I just want to play some volleyball! I'm gonna play before I graduate middle school, I swear!"

You believe him. There's very little your cousin can't do when he puts his mind to it. You shoot him a thumbs up and he grins at you. "For what its worth, I think you have a soulmate too! They have to be a really cool person, though, or I'm fighting them off!"

He cheers, and you follow him, your spirits high.

You've lived with your aunt and cousins for as long as you've remembered. Your parents had died when you were really young, and your mother's sister had taken you in. You got along with your cousins like a house on fire, immediately charmed by Hinata and Natsu. Despite the two year difference between you and Hinata, you both were really close, and you went along with most of his whims, encouraging his interest in volleyball and practicing with him outside your house , throwing the ball at him for hours on end, while Natsu cheered you both on.

You were happy when he decided to join the same school you were in, even though you'd both only get to share one year together, since you're already in your last year of high school. You both cycle to school together on the first day, and you listen to him chatter away about joining the volleyball club. You remember that the volleyball club at your school didn't have a lot of success, but you hope your cousin has a good time regardless.

The next day, you laugh high and loud when Daichi grabs you and shakes you, calling your cousin a menace. You know he'd grow on Daichi eventually. The competition the captain had set certainly explained the fervor with which Hinata had practiced back home.

Reaching school, you see the captain of the team is in your class, Daichi. You're pretty friendly with him and you stride up to him, leaning on his back. He yelps in surprise, then grins back at you when he notices you. "(name), hey! We're in the same class again!"

You smirk, bumping fists with him. "I can't believe we're in our last year of high school already! It feels like yesterday, stumbling into class in out first year..."

He sighs. "Yeah, it's our last shot at making something of the volleyball team too."

"Speaking off..." You trail off, and he looks at you, curious. "My baby brother is in his first year of high school and he might be, no scratch that, he's definitely applying to the team. Be nice to him, okay?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I make no promises. Is he any good at playing?"

You shrug. "He's short and spunky, real fast. I think he can do anything he puts his mind to, he's just a bit....over excitable."

You're not surprised when he becomes a full fledged member of the team.

You try to keep up with your cousin's matches, but your own classes and your determination to get into a good college had you busy for most of the days. You did always make time for when he talked about his matches against the other schools and his own rival/teammate, Kageyama.

You notice immediately when he comes home one day from a match, quiet. You tilt your head at him questioningly, and he plops down next to you on the ground, sprawling over you.

"Get off, you lump!" You giggle, pushing him aside, and he whines. "We won today, a practise match against a team. Aobajohsai."

You fistbump him, but he's clearly out of it, returning it with much less enthusiasm than he normally would. "You're..not as excited as I thought you would be about that."

He sits up, shaking his head. "I am! But their captain didn't join until the very last set, and he was scary."

"Want me to come to your next match against them and beat him up?" You grin, flashing your muscles (they're very pitiful muscles, unfortunately), and he snorts. "Nah, we'll just win against them again next time! I'm gonna be the best decoy ever!"

You mildly worry over what Daichi was making your brother do. A decoy? At least he still looked extremely excited about it. You think he wants to tell you about something else, but he shakes the thought away, and you decide to let him be.

The following weeks bring with it the interhigh, and you hear the volleyball team has been doing pretty well, winning their first two matches. You wave at the team one morning when they're heading out, looking extremely nervous, and you giggle at the second years that immediately pounce on Hinata, asking him how they knew you. You wish them luck, before heading into your school. You're sure they'll bring about another victory.

It's a surprise when Hinata comes home late at night, his eyes red and face rubbed. You bite your lip, realising what happened and watch him absent mindedly fool around with the ball.

"Want to talk about it?

He sniffs, rubbing his eyes. "We lost. To the grand king." You tsk. You're not sure who the grand king is, though.

"Was it close?" He nods, and you put an arm around his shoulder, bringing him into a hug. "You'll get them next time. There isn't much that can keep you down, and your team looks crazy enough to be the same." You think he knows this already, but you're a supportive big sister and you'll give him all the reassurance and praise he deserves.

He perks up, like he's remembering something. "Oh yeah, (name)! There's a spiker on Aobajohsai who makes me feel weird? His spikes are so cool, they're like BWAAH but he feels very familiar to me somehow..."

You were halfway to the kitchen, ready to pull out a knife when he said this spiker felt weird, but that explanation was even more bewildering. "Maybe he's your soulmate?" You wonder out loud, and he shakes his head resolutely. "He isn't, I'm sure. Besides, he doesn't really feel like a fox...."

You point out that his actual soulmate might not feel like one too, but it falls on deaf ears. The conversation is derailed with the both of you discussing whether Hinata's soulmark meant that his soulmate would be a foxy person, and you poke and tease at his red cheeks.

You shake your pom poms at Daichi and Kiyoko, questioningly. "You know, I came here to support my brother, not to become a de facto cheerleader for your baby nerds."

You had a free day from classes, and decided to accompany the volleyball team to their Spring high. You were already beginning to regret the decision when Kiyoko and the other tiny manager had procured a couple of pom-poms mysteriously from nowhere, pressing them onto you.

Daichi gives you a thumbs up, enthusiastically. "(name), supporting our team as a cheer leader IS supporting Hinata. We're all a team!"

You narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, glancing at Kiyoko, but she just shrugs at you. "Whatever gets them hyped up."

Resigned, you're glad you decided to doll yourself up a bit for the matches. You'd make the other teams jealous of Hinata for having a cute cheerleader on their side. You nod, resolutely, holding back a grimace when you notice the team looking extremely nervous.

They would be fine...right?

You decide to go hunt down some stomach medicine for the freckled first year, who looked like he was a second away from blowing his breakfast all over the court. Throwing a salute to Kiyoko, you stride away, breaking into a quick jog down the corridors when you hear the announcer.

You crash into someone at full speed, and you have just enough time to yell out an "Oh shit!" before you take the person down, landing on top of them. The first thing your brain notices is how hard and muscly the body under you is, and you find yourself turning red, pushing yourself up on the boy quickly, stopping when you see his face.

He's...really handsome. You're kind of mad at how handsome he is. Thick furrowed eyebrows, cute spiky hair, and body built like a brickhouse, and tan cheeks dusted with a pink, that was probably mirroring yours.

Except...his chin and most of his neck is glowing with a really pretty combination of blue and purple. It looks kind of silly, but they fade away even as you watch. The boy sits up in a hurry, and the position ends up with you on his lap, and you feel your face getting hotter. You look down and notice your own hands are also covered in a weird glow.

What the...

You raise your hand to his face, unable to stop yourself. You had a hypothesis, and your brain was running at a hundred miles an hour.

The boy watches you as you press a finger to his face, feeling his warm skin. You pull your finger away and it blazes a bright orange, the spot where you pressed against his cheek also glowing, like a facsimile of a highlight.

He grabs your hand, and the both of you stare at your interlocked hands, the colors forming slowly where your skin touches.

Well. You're glad your suspicions about having a soulmate didn't let you down. You kind of think you hit the jackpot with him too, considering he was one of the hottest people you've ever seen.

His face is blazing red. "What..?"

Ah.

"I did not mean to say that loud..." You realize you're still on his lap, and you scramble back. He snorts, getting up, and pulling yourself up with him. You note he still hasn't let go of your hand.

The announcer blares out, and the both of you jump like you're struck by lightning, the dreamy moment broken. He straightens, and points to you.

"After my match." He looks over you, and winces, remembering something. "You're a Karasuno student, huh...I'm pretty sure our next match is against your team. I'll find you after we win."

You puff up in indignation. The audacity!

"My baby brother and his team are going to kick your ass!" You stomp your feet, turning around to storm away, your hair whipping around your face. You feel a hand wrap around your upper arm as he pulls you back into him, snorting in amusement at your anger.

"You're also really pretty, by the way." You huff, looking around for people before reaching in and pressing a quick kiss to his cheeks, extremely light and quick, the only hint of it the light glow on his cheek that fades away in a second. You wonder if your lips are tinted. You guess they are, from the way he stares at them.

"Charmer. I'll see you later. Sorry about rooting against you."

You escape his grasp while he's still shocked from your kiss, winking at him. You had a nervous team to cheer for.

You hunt down your soulmate after the match. You had explained to Hinata quickly what had happened before the match started, and he nodded at you understandingly when you slink away from the celebrating team. You find a lone figure sitting on a bench, head bent, and you sigh, hoisting up the moist towels in your arm, glad you came prepared.

You sneak up to him, wrapping a towel around his neck, and he whips his head at you in shock, before relaxing and realizing who it was.

"Come to gloat?" He asks, before a regretful look crosses his face.

You move in front of him, holding his face in your hands. You watch his cheeks glow as you rub your fingers across them gently. It's weird how comfortable you are with doing that, but he didn't seem bothered by it either so you aren't going to stop.

"I'm going to ignore that because I understand that you're sad. For what it's worth, you were really cool out there."

"We still lost."

"Karasuno's pretty scary now, huh." You grin, proudly, and he lets out a sigh. "My brother, Hinata. He's the spunky middle blocker."

Okay, maybe you were gloating a bit. But today was the first time you saw them in action, and they were a lot more intense and good than you expected. You didn't know a lot about volleyball, but the stuff they were doing definitely looked super cool. You kind of understood Hinata's descriptors of 'BWAAH' and 'BOOM' now to describe their moves.

"That kid is your brother? That explains some things.." You look at him questioningly, and he shakes his head at you.

"I'm not gonna ask, I think. Iwaizumi, right?"

He's startled, realizing he doesn't even know your name. You introduce yourself to him, and he mouths your name, voicing it out.

"It's Hajime to you. You're my soulmate."

You grin at him, pulling him up from the bench. "Hajime, then. You know, there's a silver lining to your team losing today." He grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers. You lean onto him cheerfully. "What is it?"

"You get to be comforted by your soulmate, of course! Let's go get some dinner, on me!"

Clearly cheered up by the prospect, he smiles at you, and you feel your heart flutter. Seriously, you must have saved a country in your previous life to get a soulmate this cute. You were determined to stain him with every color of the rainbow all over his body by the end of today.

He pulls you along. "Let me introduce you to my team first." You walk alongside him, wrapping yourself around his arm, needling at him to explain to you volleyball terms, the colors at the junction of where your skin meets his as bright as the setting sun.

There are a few unshakeable facts to his life that Hajime knows will never change.

Oikawa Tooru is his best friend. When he introduces you to him, you cheerfully exclaim "Grand king! I think I'm supposed to beat you up!" and Oikawa sputters. Hajime doesn't hold back his laughter as Oikawa pouts, but you're paying more attention to Hajime, distracted by his laughter, moving in again to brush your fingers across his cheek.

Hajime loves seeing the colors appear on you. He loves the different shades they take, how they perfectly look like the imprint of his fingers when he presses them into your waist, when he grips the back of your neck and kisses you, when he brushes them across your forehead. He especially loves seeing them on your lips. He thinks they probably look a bit ridiculous to other people with their stained lips, but to him its the most endearing thing he's ever seen.

You also love seeing the colors on him. You've always been a bit possessive of your belongings, and Hajime is yours in a way no one else will ever be. You love watching the colors appear on his arms as you grip them, wrapping yourself around him as you both walk together. You also adore pressing kisses to his cheeks and lips, surprising him almost every time you do it. You know the marks you leave on his neck sometimes last much for an entire day, and you know he deals with the ribbing from his teammates every time they see it. It just entices you to leave more.

Most of all, Hajime knows that his soulmate loves him.

The colours dance around your boyfriend’s chest, as you trail your fingers down it. You’re lying on top of him, your arm crossed and supporting your head on his stomach, as you entertain yourself.

You pout when he stays asleep, dead to the world. Apparently your naughty shenanigans last night had knocked him out good, and you’re kind of proud of yourself for it.

But that was neither here nor there, and right now you wanted his attention. You moved up, biting his cheek, and he jostles awake with surprise, closing his eyes again when he realizes it’s just you.

“Go back to sleep then, baby.”

“Brat…”

You giggle, tweaking his nose.“I’m bored, Hajime.”

With a groan, you bury your face in his neck, enjoying his warmth and smell. “Don’t wanna. You’re so busy with your team…it feels like forever since we’ve been like this.”

He’s silent at your words, his hands coming down and squeezing your thighs, pulling at them. “Hey…I’m sorry about that. You’ve given up so much for me and I’ve repaid you by being too busy to spend time with you...”

You raise your head, frowning, and flick his forehead. “Ow!”

“Idiot!” Your cheeks puff up in anger. “You’re following your dreams, Hajime. It’s so fucking cool that you’re a trainer for the Olympics team now. You don’t have to apologize to me for anything. You’re my soulmate and I love you.”

He stares at you, his expression warm. Bending down, his lips brush across your cheeks lightly, and you giggle at the feeling. “I don’t deserve you.” He pulls back, watching the colour dance across your cheeks and nose where his lips brushed your face, before fading away.

You scoff at him. “You deserve the best.”

“And that’s you?”

“Of course it is.” You poke your tongue out at him. “What’s got you in such a melancholic mood today?” Any other time with you naked on him would have led to a lot of teasing and groping by now. He’s holding himself back.

“I met Tooru today.”

“Oh?” You sit up on his chest, curiously, and he supports you without any effort, his hands moving up to your waist.

“He told me he found out who his soulmate is, love.”

“But isn’t he still dating that manager of yours from high school..?” Hajime nods, and you whistle. “He’s pretty conflicted about the whole thing. He feels really bad for leaving his soulmate alone, but he’s been dating her for as long as we have. He thought they’d make it.” You’re silent at first. “So this is what’s gotten you worried?”

“He’s my best friend and I’ve been worrying about him forever..I’ve rarely seen him this broken up about things.”

You run your fingers over his hard stomach and chest comfortingly. “He’ll figure it out, Hajime. He always has.” Admittedly, you’ve always been a skeptic of him and his girlfriend. You frown at the thought. Hajime had told you pretty early on about his feelings for her and you often thought about how you would have felt if you had met Hajime while he was dating her instead. And now someone else was in that position.

Your boyfriend knows you well, and immediately knows where your mind is heading. He picks up your hand with his, interlocking your fingers and kissing it. “Idiot. I’m here with you now.” You slap at his chest.

“I know! I can’t believe you ever thought you didn’t have a soulmate.”

His fingers pinch at your thigh and you yelp in surprise. “My apologies, princess. Not all of us can have the same self-confidence you did when you thought you had a soulmate. I didn’t even have a mark.”

“And now you’re covered with them all the time.”

He knows that if he looked down where your body met his, it’d be glowing with different colours. The colours themselves were sometimes bright, sometimes muted, sometimes they’d last for hours and sometimes they would fade away after he took his hands off you, so quickly it’s like they were never there.

You’ve tested the way the colours appear extensively (intentionally and unintentionally…you’ve always found it hard to keep your hands off him) but you’ve never discovered any sort of pattern. You both concluded that it was just random, if pretty.

“Totally not embarrassing having to show up for training with orange marks all over my neck. You know your cousin is on the team, right?”

You giggle unapologetically at him. “Just think of it as revenge for whatever PDA Hinata and Atsumu throw at you. I know it’s a lot.”

Your boyfriend groans at the very thought. “I have lost count of the amount of times I’ve spiked balls into their heads to interrupt them. I thought we were bad. Most of the team is very traumatized.”

You coo at him. “My poor baby. We are definitely worse and you know it.”

He snorts. “I’ll show you worse.”

He lifts you, both hands going around your waist, making you support yourself on your knees. You start to complain before you’re silenced quickly, your words cutting off into a moan as he releases one hand from your waist to rub you, experienced fingers finding your clit quickly.

You’ve been together for quite a while, and know each other’s bodies as well as your own by now. It doesn’t take him long to work you up into a frenzy, his fingers entering you.

“You’re so wet already for me, you cute little slut.” He stretches you, his fingers scissoring. “Just look at that.”

He withdraws them from inside you and you whine in annoyance at the sudden emptiness, your thighs shaking. You flush red looking at the juices from you coating his fingers.

“Hajime…please.”

“Hmm? Please what?” You’re annoyed at how unbothered he looks lying down in comparison to your flustered self, and you poke at his chest. He repays you with a spank to your ass, and you yelp in surprise. “Behave. And use your words. I know that pretty mouth has its uses other than moaning for me.”

You’re pouting, but you’re enjoying this tremendously, and he knows it. Nothing gets you hot and bothered more than your boyfriend going all authoritative on you.

“I need you in me..”

You sit back down on him, feeling him hot and hard right under you. Moving back and forth slowly, you grind on him, covering him in slick.

You pick up the hand of his that was inside you, inserting his fingers in your mouth and tasting yourself on him. He grips your cheek, dislodging your hands.

“Shit..shit, okay.”

He lets go of your face, lifting you again slightly, before entering you. Your body arched as he pushed the head of the shaft in, your wetness offering little resistance. You both groan in unison as you bottom out. “Can’t hold myself back against you, baby girl.”

You giggle as you feel his thickness fill you out. You supported your hands on his stomach as you began to move up again slowly, and gasped as his hips surged up to meet yours with ease.

Hajime runs his hands down your body, his fingers tweaking at your nipples, grinning at the temporary stain of colour that covered them. You looked ever so pretty on his dick, bouncing up and down, covered in the colours that marked you solely as his. Your eyes are closed, your hair flowing down your back, the sounds of your skin slapping against his intermixed with the soft sound of rain outside your window.

He continues moving his hips slowly, the warmth of you covering him so well it’s driving him a little bit insane. He takes the opportunity while your eyes are closed to reach a single arm out to the side where the nightstand drawer is, extracting something he’d been keeping hidden for a while.

You’re in heaven, as he hit your sweet spots, filling you out so well, your pussy clenching around him tight. You startle as he picks up your hand lying on his chest and you feel something cold moving down your finger.

“What..?”

Your eyes fly open, looking down to where he’s interlocked your fingers with his. Your eyes lock onto the shiny band now adorning your fingers, the rock on it glittering. You pause moving, your brain trying to catch up. You meet his eyes, and they’re warm with his love, the unasked question in the air.

“You’re…you’re such an idiot, Hajime!” You gasp out, tears springing into your eyes. A hint of worry is in his expression as he notices your damp eyes. “Sweetheart..?”

“Hurry up and cum in me so I can admire my new ring! Who proposes during sex? We’re gonna get my sweat all over it!”

You whine, and he laughs, sitting up, leaning against the headboard. He grips your waist as your arms fly around his neck, and kisses you as he speeds up, gripping your ass. “I love you.” His lips continue to move across your face, kissing away your tears, swallowing your moans, until they finally latch onto your neck, as he bites and sucks at it. Your nails dig into his back. “I’m close, Hajime-“

“I got you, baby, it’s okay.”

You bury your face in his shoulders as you climax, feeling your cum mix with his as he empties himself inside you, the mixture of fluids leaking out. You shiver as you both take a moment to get a hold of yourselves, and he adjusts himself again, whispering praises into your ear as he falls back onto the bed ,taking you down with him, still inside you. You lie down on his chest, panting, feeling his move up and down with you as he kisses the top of your head.

You turn your head to the side when you’ve caught your breath, bringing up your hand to your face and examining the ring on it.

“I swear I had a proper proposal all planned out.” He grabs your hand, rubbing across it with his thumb. “I was going to take you out to a fancy dinner, get on my knees, go the whole way. Bribe the waiter to put the ring in champagne.”

You flush at his words, feeling your eyes dampen again. “You’re making me tear up again.”

“You looked so pretty right there. I couldn’t resist.” He kisses your hand gently. “I’m sorry for not making it fancier.”

“It’s perfect.” You lift your head, joining your lips to his. “I’d marry you right now if I could. I like the sound of Mrs. Iwaizumi a lot…”

He hisses, turning you both to your sides, hooking your leg around his. “You’re going to get me going again if you call yourself that.”

You laugh. “So eager to wife me up, Hajime?”

“Have been for years, baby girl.” Gripping at your thighs, he pulls himself out of you, admiring the sight of your cum and his dripping out of you. You wince at the feeling of the liquids cooling between your thighs, and he notices, getting out of bed and lifting you in his arms. “Shower first, though.”

“Ooooh.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you in, hooking your head on his shoulder and admiring your hand with the ring. “So husbandly already, Mr. Iwaizumi~”

You hear his smile as the door shuts behind you and he places you on the bathroom counter, leaning in. Your hand grips his hair as he nips at you, the two of you marking each other with the colours of the rainbow. “Anything for my future wife.”

#iwaizumi hajime x reader #woa! here be smut!#soulmate au #this is just rly fluffy and self indulgent like everything i ever write bshedjfgbdhrgdhgfbrdgf #i love soulmate aus...#sorry2 oikawa tooru hes going thru it in this au i think #keep ur head up king..#anyway enjoy!! aaaaaaaaaaaaa #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi hajime x you

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vemuabhi · 1 year ago

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Love at First Punch

Yoho~ people! Here I am back with Oikawa AGAIN. My obsession with this man keeps increasing day by day. I am participating in a collab of Oh My Daddy! - @mikage-rehoe thank you for letting me take part in this collab. I really appreciate this opportunity. I really hope you like this.

Pairing : Dad! Oikawa X Mom! Reader

Word count : 1.1K

Genre : Fluff and just a little moment of Kiss.

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His steps quickened while he still maintained a calm face, his heart was racing. His brown jacket overlayed his dark blue firm fitting T-shirt. It’s the first time ever the school called him. It’s been 8 years since he flet this feeling. The first time when, he was beside you in the hospital room while you gave birth. Now 8 years later, he again felt his heart was about to drop out of his chest when the school called him. All wrong things he could imagine clouded his mind. ‘What had happened?’, his footsteps in the calm corridors clearly indicated how tensed up he was.

He went into the principal’s office to find the little brunette with teary eyes and red cheeks. The moment her brown orbs met his she jumped from the chair and hugged his leg. In a split second, he picked her up in his arms. She was in his arms, and it didn’t seem like she was hurt. That made his heart calm down.

She was trying her best to keep biting her lips, not let her cries out but her heavy tears didn’t stop to fall from her eyes. His thumb caressed her plump soft cheeks as he wiped her tears away.

“Mister Oikawa?”, he heard a voice call him from behind and he turned to look at the principal. Looking at her, the little brunette hugged him tightly but still not breaking her gaze from her.

“Hi, yes I’m Oikawa”, he replied back while his grip on his daughter tightened. But it was as if… he was making sure the kid new that now, he was with her. It was his way of letting her know that ‘Daddy will take care of this’. She instantly recognised his assurance.

A few times at home, when she broke your favourite cups and plates, he took the blame for them and winked at the kid. But she wasn’t crying at home during those times. She loved you, her mommy. She was sure scared of you but never to the point of crying. Now the situation was different because the person who was angry at her was the principal. Not her mommy, who would bring her ice-cream whenever she cried after a bad dream. But… yes, her daddy was there. He will protect her.

“I don’t think you should be punishing my daughter like this”, he caressed the brown hair of his daughter, “I don’t think it was such a big fight. She is a small kid. What could have happened?”

“The boys nose was bleeding”, the principals words made him to gulp. He looked at his girl in his arms. She looked so adorable with her puffy eyes and red cheeks. How could this angel beat someone to the point they bled? Then he remembered the time you punched him in the face and his nose bled… ‘Ah… so you get that from your mother’, he took a deep breath. Well, we all know the saying of Love at first punch right.

“I will not escalate this situation if you make her apologize and make sure she never does this again”, the principal adjusted her glasses while he sighed.

“Can I know where the little boy is?”, he asked and she took them to the nurse’s office. There he saw a little boy, maybe a bit shorter than his girl but surely was of the same age. He wasn’t crying and was having a tissue up his nose to stop the bleeding. As soon as the father and daughter duo entered the room, he turned towards them.

“Sweetie, say sorry to him”, he caressed his daughter’s cheek as she nodded. He let her down to walk towards the boy and tell him sorry. He smiled at her and talked to the teachers for some time and brought her back home. On the way, making sure to tell her that she shouldn’t punch and kick others just because they made fun of the princess she liked in her favourite cartoon. They made a deal to not tell you if she listened. The duo sealed the Pinky promise with a kiss on each other’s fingers before getting down the car.

That evening when you came home, your daughter was happily drawing in her book as your husband greeted you with a kiss on cheek.

“Babe, how was your day~”

“It was good. But don’t you think you are not telling me something?”, you raised your eyebrow as you pulled him in a hug. He laughed awkwardly and asked, “Whatttt babe? I don’t think so”.

“Nah… I know… I know what she did in school. Even I got a call. But as they informed me that you had already met the principal and I didn’t need to meet them”, your grip tightened in around him in a threatening way. Your lips were smiling but your eyes weren’t.

He let out a defeated sigh and pulled you into the kitchen, away from the living room where your daughter was. “Babe~ Don’t be angry at her. It was a fight between kids”

“She gave him a nose bleed”

“She gets it from you”, he said making you to pinch his cheek. “Ow Ow Ow! I know that’s wrong but I made sure she said Sorry”. You let him go as a smile formed on your lips.

“Tooru~”, you said as your hands tugged on his Tee. He seemed so adorable while he was being a dork but he didn’t let his responsibilities aside. That made you to fall in love with him more and more every time.

“I love you”, your words made him crazy. With one swift move he pinned you to the kitchen counter and placed a kiss on your lips. His left hand travelled in your hair as his other hand gripped your waist. He was too strong of course. His daily workout and the practice he did as a professional Volleyball player wasn’t not seen. Especially it made a huge impact when he was alone with you.

“No, we cant. She is in the living room”, you tried to push him away but he wouldn’t budge.

“But-”, he stopped mid-sentence when he heard the little footsteps approaching. He let you go as quickly as he had previously pinned you.

The little girls giggled while she showed her drawing to you both. And… for the first time in his life, Oikawa’s heart was broken by his little angel. But you were so thrilled looking at her art. You awed as you sat infront of her taking her book in your hand.

“Tooru look at this, she drew herself and who is this?”, you asked as she told the name of the boy who she punched that day. As they say, love at first punch.

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sky-casino · 1 year ago

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masterlist

== haikyuu!! ==

growing pains - oikawa x fem!reader loving him. losing yourself in loving him. drifting apart. getting back together?

childhood friends to lovers… with a twist - atsumu x fem!reader not your typical childhood friends to lovers story

dancing ‘round the kitchen in the refrigerator light - osamu x fem!reader college classmates turned interviewer and interviewee turned colleagues… turned lovers?

stranger danger - kuroo x alisa / kurolisa drug lord!kuroo x detective!alisa

== my hero academia / boku no hero academia ==

she was sunshine, he was midnight rain - dabi x fem!reader you’re a doctor hired by LOV to take care of the blueflame and covered-in-scars villain called dabi

off the beaten path - pro hero!bakugo x journalist!reader wherein you persuade your very busy pro hero boyfriend to take a break

== blue lock ==

this love - teenage dad!itoshi sae x fem!reader sweet love turned into bitterness when you could no longer recognize your favorite person after he came back from spain.

caught up in his web - spiderman!nagi & dark!nagi x fem!reader supporting nagi in his spiderman endeavors is amazing. dealing with his dark-side-manifested isn’t.

entanglement - spiderman!sae x fem!reader the embarrassment you felt once you find out the identity of the man behind the mask was through the roof

weaving through leads to you - spiderman!rin x fem!reader sure, rin has spider-like superpowers. but at the end of the day, it will always be you.

== bungo stray dogs ==

just a headcanon on fukuzawa’s past love - fukuzawa x kin based on a few panels from the manga. kin is inspired by the real-life wife of fukuzawa named okin.

== kpop / nct == not a fan anymore so i no longer write this kind of fics

saving grace - doctor!jaehyun x pregnant single mom!reader you’re pregnant and single because your ex doesn’t want to take responsibility. then with some weird twist of fate, you get transferred to a new ob-gyn. here comes your charming and disarming doctor.

ink-tainted hands - jaehyun x fem!reader i was into brush pen calligraphy 3 years ago and got inspired to write this. jaehyun is your only classmate in a calligraphy workshop lol.

morning after - fuckboi!jaehyun x fem!reader what transpired the morning after your night with jaehyun

competitive as hell - jaehyun x fem!reader wrote this fic based on two facts about jaehyun lol: he can drink 3-4 soju bottles and he’s competitive as hell. (drinking) shots fired.

vigilante - vigilante!jaehyun x syndicate victim!reader jaehyun saved you from human traffickers. inspired by the korean movie Midnight Runners.

take my hand - nomad/runaway!jaehyun x fem!reader you were having the worst night of your life when you found a mysterious and cute runaway boy sitting beside you.

try again - jaehyun x fem!reader he changed for the worse, but he also wants to try again.

fight for you - jaehyun x fem!reader someone found a way to break you up but jaehyun will relentlessly fight for you

savior - jaehyun x fem!reader inspired by taylor swift’s song Call It What You Want

comfort & coffee - jaehyun x fem!reader just a simple and cute comfort fic

ride or die - biker!winwin x city girl!reader you were sent to the countryside as a punishment. however, you didn’t expect to meet an intriguing handsome biker boy.

hold your breath - swimmer!winwin x fem!reader you offer to tutor winwin in physics in exchange for him teaching you how to swim.. and overcome a tragic event from the past.

ice cream - ice cream vendor!winwin x fem!reader meet-cute story featuring ice cream, your pet, and the cute ice cream vendor.

#ivy writes #masterlist #fics masterlist #drabbles masterlist #anime fics masterlist #anime drabbles masterlist #haikyuu #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #blue lock #bllk #bungo stray dogs #bsd #anime fics #anime x reader fics #anime drabbles #anime x reader drabbles

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kushnovice · 2 years ago

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Kyotani x reader

TW: Swearing, bullying, voilence, blood, hurt/comfort, fluff

(This is cringey. I made this years ago.)

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me that you were being bullied by the ugly twins!" Hajime yelled as he found out the real reason you are transferring to his school. (Y/n) sighed and rested against the wall behind her, "I didn't tell you because it started out as nothing but then when I couldn't hide the marks, the school found out." Iwaizumi couldn't believe what he was hearing from his little sister...she thought it was okay and the only bad thing about it was that she got caught. As much as Hajime wished he was able to control his emotions, he couldn't. His mind was lost with the image of his little sister with bruises and marks, it pissed him off. (Y/n) could see how angry he was as his knuckles were white from folding his hands into fists out of anger.

Toru, who was in the living room, listening to the conversation, had called Kyotani. "I have a job for you...yes you will get money for it...I need you to protect Iwa-chan's little sister...yes he has a sister...shes transferring tomorrow...for as long as needed...$100 dollars a week...i knew you'd accept, see you tomorrow at the front of the school." He hung up, humming a happy tune as he knew that Kyotani would keep her safe and that spending that money would do no damage to his wallet.

"It's not a big deal, I don't know why you think this is such a bad thing, it's been happening to me all my life and now suddenly you care. Why do you think mom and dad always switched me out of schools constantly." (Y/n) was fuming now as Iwa never cared about her so why does he suddenly care about her? Hajime was shocked to hear that he had genuinely no idea who his younger sister was. Of course, he always had loved her, but he was always more focused on his own life and playing volleyball than he was with his sister. She stopped bothering him after age 9 but he assumed that was because she was more into her own life, but he never took the time to learn about his younger sister.

Hajime didn't know how to express the things he was feeling or thinking so he just pulled her into a tight hug. She immediately started to cry as she had felt like her brother did not care about her but here, he was, rubbing your back as you sobbed on his shoulder. Since you fell asleep while crying, Iwa carried you to your bed and let you sleep. Oikawa had come out of his hiding spot in the living room when he heard your soft snores.

"I called Kyotani...don't get mad but..." Toru explained what he had done, "I know he's not the most stable person but hes the strongest at school and as much as people are scared of you...its nothing like how people are deathly afraid of him..." Toru had expected Iwa to get mad at him for it but shockingly Hajime loved the idea of someone protecting her when he was not around. "Well, I'm going to go, I'll pick you both up for school tomorrow. I'll send you pictures of the history homework since I know you haven't done it." Iwaizumi had smirked and nodded, "g'night, see ya tomorrow." he added as Toru left and he found himself in his bed.

(Y/n) woke up with a big stretch that caused her hands to hit the wall. "Fuck..." she muttered lowly as she got up and shoved her hand in her brothers face as he was knocking on her door every five minutes to wake her up for school. "Shut up I'm awake." She groaned as she grabbed her new uniform from the laundry room and then went to her room and changed into it. Her eyes and hair popped against the white and teal uniform that shaped her perfect body. (You're beautiful, okay!) As she was looking in the mirror at herself, she heard Toru's car honk and she rushed to get her jacket and shoes on as she saw Hajime getting into the car as she was running out the door. "Hey Toru!" (Y/n) smiled at him as he responded with a hello and a compliment on her outfit.

When they arrived at the school, there was an older looking guy with yellow hair and stripes in his hair. He looked kinda scary...but also kinda hot... As Toru parked the car, she was lost staring at him. She was never one for dating or guys at all, she enjoyed being alone, but something about him made her unable to look away at all. Haijime noticed this but pushed it to the back of his mind as he handed her, her bag as they got out of the car.

When Kentaro saw (Y/n), the world stopped and she was suddenly the only thing he could focus on as she walked closer and closer to him, with her brother and Oikawa by her side. "So, Kyotani this is Iwa-chan's sister, (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Kyotani and he is going to protect you when Iwa and I are not around." Oikawa smiled at her. "So, you got me a body-guard?" She asked as she noticed how tall he was compared to her and how imitating Kyotani was. Oikawa sighed and just simply nodded. "Well, it's nice to meet you Kyotani, I hope we get to know each-other well." She smiled at him causing a light blush to litter his cheeks and him to nod silently. Then she was able to meet the rest of the volleyball team, all day she was surrounded by the boys causing everyone to be genuinely terrified to talk to you.

After a few days, people stopped trying to surround themselves around (Y/n) and she was left mostly alone with Kyotani, which they both loved. As they were walking in the hallway, she started talking to him as always, "Sooo, what is your full name?" she asked curiously. "Kentaro Kyotani." he stated, "you can call me Kentaro." He blushed softly as he spoke but (Y/n) could not contain her blush from showing brightly on her face. "Okay, can I call you Ken?" She asked with a pleading smile as they walked into the gym. "Sure." He smiled a bit as he then hid his happiness as they were walking closer and closer to the team.

As (Y/n) and Kentaro were sitting on the roof, eating lunch and talking about anything and everything. "You guys have a game tonight, right?" Kentaro nodded, "Against Inarizaki." (Y/n) froze when she had heard the name, she would have to see her bullies again. "Are you alright?" Kentaro asked, pulling her out of her daze. "Yeah..." she sighed and started to sink into herself knowing that she had no way out of it. As the day neared an end, the more anxious she got. Kentaro had noticed this as she was biting at her nails and lips. Kentaro decided to ask her about it as she sat on the ground next to him as he was stretching for practice. "Why have you been...weird today?" Kentaro asked, not really good with emotions. "Well, it's just...the twins on that team...well the whole team actually...they bullied me which is why I transferred here." (Y/n) muttered, feeling unsafe again.

Kentaro placed his hand softly on hers, "I will not let anyone hurt you ever again." He said it with such confidence that it melted way the anxiety. Her face burnt bright red as she nodded a bunch, her heart beating out of her chest. Kentaro smiled softly and let out a small chuckle, seeing how much of an effect he had on the younger girl.

As the game started and the bleachers were filled with fans, (Y/n) stood with the team manager, ready to hand water to anyone who needs it but preferably Kentaro. As the other team joined Aboa Johsai on the court, the team-mates spotted (Y/n), smirking and started taunting her from across the gym causing her to sink into her seat until she saw Kentaro step in front of you on the court with a deadly glare at them. As the game went on, Kentaro was hitting perfectly and extremely hard, so hard that their libero can't pick it up. After winning point after point, they destroyed the other team with dangerous energy radiating off of them. Kentaro ran up to (Y/N) and pulled her into a hug by the waist and took the water bottle she was holding and drank it. "You did amazing Ken!" (Y/n) smiled brightly and hugged him tightly but seeing the Inarizaki team glaring at her. "Thank you." Kentaro smiled at her and drank the water before gathering with the team. (Y/n) then ran off into a bathroom and into a stall as her heartbeat increased and her body started shaking violently with her mind thinking the worst. As she began to cry the door opened as well as the stall, "Well well well...look at the ugly pathetic little bitch, what a crybaby." Atsumu shoved her back into the side of the toilet causing her to hit her head and for it to start bleeding.

Kentaro was looking around for you as they lined up, when he realized one of the twins wasn't there and so he ran off, passing Atsumu and shoving him back with his shoulder as he ran into the bathroom and saw (Y/n) bleeding on the ground. He softly picked her up and sat her on the sink as he wet some towels and gently cleaned her head. "Who the fuck was it." He muttered; anger laced in his voice. She looked down and muttered softly, "I don't know..." "Thats bullshit!" His voice getting louder and deeper as he became angrier and more frustrated. She started crying and breaking down causing Kentaro to warp his arms around her, "I won't let them touch you again..." He muttered, his voiced now laced with concern and care. "Why do you care so much? My brother is paying you to watch me..." She continued to cry softly on his shoulder until he softly pulled her away and looked at her in the eyes, "You're much more than that to me, you are the only person I feel happy with." Kentaro confessed. "You're the only person who makes me feel safe..." She also confessed and leaned in softly. Kentaro leaned in as well, closing the small gap between them. She has expected his kiss to be rough, but it is soft and passionate, tasting like vanilla. After they pulled away and hugged each-other, (Y/n) muttered, "It was Atsumu..." Causing Kentaro's grip around her to tighten and him to nod.

As Kentaro and (Y/n) walked back to their team, holding hands, all eyes were on them. (Y/n) sat down next to Hajime who immediately saw the blood on her head and started asking many questions. Kentaro slipped away to the other side of the gym where he tapped on Atsumu's shoulder before punching him in the face and breaking his nose. "If you ever touch my girlfriend ever again, I will make sure your twin has to help you do everything for the rest of your life." Kentaro glared at them with all the anger he had been holding back and the blood of Atsumu dripping down his hand.

"She's mine."

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #kyotani kentaro #kyotani x you #haikyuu kyotani #kyotani x reader #kyotani fluff #hq kyotani #kyotani headcanons

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years ago

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More dramatic than the movies!

Dad!Oikawa x Mom!reader

Tw~ past pregnant reader, reader just gave birth and is in the hospital with their baby, oikawa misses the birth(on accident)

Sat in the hospital bed, you watch your husband nervously pace around the room nervously, you’d given birth to your daughter Yuuki just a few hours earlier when Oikawa had been on the way home from nationals.

So he hadn’t gotten the chance to see the baby before she was whisked away to be cleaned up. He’d done his fair share of apologizing for missing her birth like either of you could control when she decided to come out.

Eventually after he makes another fifty laps around the room, a nurse comes into your room pushing a little bassinet.

The moment Oikawa recognizes that the bassinet is carrying his adorable little baby he’s practically running up to the bassinet as she places it by your bedside as he peeks over the edge staring at Yuuki in awe.

When the nurse leaves the room to give the three of you some privacy he’s still frozen in awe staring at the little tiny baby.

“She’s so little” he whispers pushing a little whisp of hair away from her face as she lets out a little yawn scrunching her little body.

“That’s just how small a baby is Tooru.” You whisper pulling the bassinet as you lift her out settling your daughter into your arms.

“You want to hold her?” You ask quietly and he nods faster than you’ve ever seen before.

He listens intently as you instruct him to remove his shirt not even questioning why as he happily sits next to you before you set her onto his chest.

You watch as he smiles down at her gently trying to tell her who he is, before the two of you had even gotten together he’d told you how silly he thought it was that movies were so dramatic about a parent meeting their baby, but as you giggle about it you’re realizing that if anything he’s more dramatic than the movies.

I’m going to write dad!Suga and Bokuto next(do you guys want to see anyone else?? I’ll write anyone just tell me I’m begging someone to request anything😭)

#reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #dad!oikawa x reader #oikawa torū #oikawa x reader #dad!oikawa #oikawa x y/n #dad!oikawa x mom!reader #mom!reader

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sugamamacustard · 4 years ago

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One more time

Pairing: Alpha! Toru Oikawa x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff! (Sorry, no NSFW this time! I just couldn’t fit it!)

Request: Hi 👋 May I request an Alpha Oikawa x Omega reader scenario where they already have a pup and Oikawa wants another. How he would he be with his pregnant omega and his pups ?I'm sorry if this is confusing, ABO Au is one of my favourites but I have never made a request before so I'm not sure how to explain? Fluff, NSFW you can write it however u like THANK YOU 💕

Summary: You loved your small little family, but your alpha felt there was something missing.

Author’s Note: I loved this request so much??? Like, it’s so wholesome and domestic and my A’/B/O heart melts every time at Dad! Alpha! boys. I’m super sorry as I didn’t put any NSFW into this.

Requests: Open!

Toru Oikawa

➵ Your daughter Akemi was a blessing in every sense of the word. She was a sweetheart, happy and giggly and the absolute cutest little thing.

➵ Even if she did look like an absolute carbon copy of your husband.

➵ Her bright brown eyes and chocolate locks all copy and pasted from him.

➵ She was precious in every way nonetheless, even if Toru rubbed it in your face every chance he got.

➵ You never got made at him though, as he was the ideal father in every sense of the word.

➵ He made time for Akemi every day, even if he was sore and sweaty from practice—he’d shower before saying hi to her--, he’d let you have at least thirty minutes a day to yourself, more if he feels he has it down, which is almost always the case.

➵ Toru fed her, changed her, helped you to clean up the house. You both worked like a well-oiled machine and parenthood was a breeze.

➵ It was tough at times but you both stuck to your guns, communicating efficiently about what you wanted for Akemi and her childhood.

➵ How you wanted to deal with future tantrums, what schools you were looking at for her (Neither of you were touching high schools just yet), but there was one thing that you always seemed to slip out of discussing.

➵ Siblings for Akemi.

➵ Either you never really had the time before Akemi was crying, or you and Toru were fast asleep by the time you had the chance or- there were just a multitude of things that stopped the conversation from happening.

➵ Until Akemi’s first birthday though. You were rocking your daughter to sleep, brushing your hand along her head and past the brown locks on her head, just reveling in the feeling of holding your pup, a sign of your and your alpha’s love for each other, even if your omega felt the smallest bit…Empty?

➵ You knew that you and Toru wanted more children, just never got a chance to really talk about it

➵ . “Hey,” Your husbands voice purred into your ear, making you purr in response.

➵ His hands rested on your hips, holding you close as he held his daughter’s hand, running his thumb over her knuckles with such a soft and proud smile, making you just melt.

➵ “I know we haven’t talked about it in a while, but I want another.”

➵ You laughed. “Another pup, huh?”

➵ He nodded, rounding around to take Akemi. He laid her in her crib, slowly moving to hold you close once more—his hands on your hips with yours wrapped around your neck.

➵ He kissed your forehead, resting his forehead against yours.

➵ “Mhmm. This time they’ll look just like you with your cute little nose and beautiful eyes. Maybe even your adorable little cheeks.” You laughed, squirming when his hands came up to pinch your cheeks, enlarging your smiling face.

➵ He let go suddenly, turning and walking out of the nursery with a smirk. “Of course, maybe the Oikawa genes just run to deep.” He chuckled, making his way to your bedroom. You merely laughed once more before following.

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➵ “And then when mommy’s tummy is all big and round- Pop! Out comes your new sibling. Maybe a boy or girl. I hope for a girl. Two little princesses to spoil and love.”

➵ Akemi giggled at her father’s words, not really understanding what was going on but enjoying the attention, nonetheless.

➵ Toru couldn’t blame her though, as he too was laughing and giggling all through the house.

➵ It had been four months since you began trying, a heat passing where Oikawa proved yet again, he was the perfect husband by tending to you and allowing his sister to watch Akemi for four days your heat was there.

➵ She was ecstatic to hear the news of you guys trying and jumped at every opportunity to babysit for you guys.

➵ “It’s not really a pop, but whatever you say, Daddy.” You laughed, stepping out of the bathroom, thin stick in your hands. Toru watched you expectantly, turning Akemi to look at you too.

➵ “Ma!” Akemi preened, holding your cheeks with her small chubby hands when your nose rubbed against hers.

➵ You crouched in front of her, holding Toru’s knees with your hands before smiling up at him.

➵ “Hope your ready to go through those nine months again.” You chuckled, Toru nearly squealing with delight as he brought you into a hug, Akemi squished carefully between you two.

➵ “Ma!”

➵ “Ma- Oh my god- I’m gonna be a dad again ‘Kemi! Focus on me!”

➵ “Ma!”

___

➵ You knew you married Toru Oikawa for a good reason.

➵ Yes, he could be an asshole.

➵ Yes, he could be the most annoying person you would ever meet.

➵ Yes, he sometimes cared too much for volleyball and-

➵ You had a point. What was it?

➵ Oh- Toru was an amazing husband through and through, despite all his flaws. He cared deeply for you, for your daughter, for your new baby (You decided to keep the gender a surprise to piss of Mattsun and Hanamaki who had a current running bet on what it would be).

➵ Every inch of his being, both alpha and not, was dedicated to your family. He was just as doting during this pregnancy as he was the last, making you purr in delight. He never wasted an opportunity to run out and grab whatever you were craving. He was even teaching Akemi to help.

➵ She’d waddle around after you—making you watch where you are going 24/7—picking up anything you dropped and giving it the extra foot and a half that would make your life so much easier.

➵ She picked out blankets and onesies and pacifiers, everything you would need she had a say in. And maybe it was another Blood Oikawa thing, but she had great taste.

➵ There was a small running duckling theme in the new nursery, which was painted a pale grey, most of which was coordinated by…You guessed it.

➵ Oikawa and Akemi.

➵For being twenty- almost twenty-one - months (A year and eight months), she was incredibly clever and smart for her age. That was all you though.

➵ No way was Toru ‘hit it till it breaks’ Oikawa the smart one in your relationship. (I live to bully this man I’m so sorry).

➵ When the first signs of labour (I’ve waited for this moment. To write about labour, as I see it done wrong all the time and as a Bio 30 student it hurts) showed up, you two began making plans to slowly prep yourself for the delivery of your new baby.

➵ Oikawa called up his sister, who screeched—loudly into his ear when he told her about your first contractions—before agreeing to come over in case they drastically increased. You re-packed and double checked your hospital bag, making sure you had everything you didn’t during your first trip.

➵ And you even packed Akemi her own bag for when her aunt would drop her off to meet her new sibling. She was just as excited to meet them as you were and was constantly handing you things she would later ‘gift’ to her sibling (These included a multitude of…art that was labeled 2 bb in the cutest, but messiest scribbles you’ve ever seen).

➵ You had to explain that when her sibling got back from the hospital, she could give them all the art she wanted as it would not all fit into the bag. She understood, watching you pack a change of clothes and pull ups for her.

➵ She would waddle after you as you and Toru would slowly walk up and down the hallways to try and ease the pain, which was more uncomfortable than painful really.

➵ Coos left both of you when she tied to hold onto your leg like Toru was, looking up to you with wide eyes brimmed with tears.

➵ When active labour kicked in, she cried, hugging you both before you left. Akemi made sure to pat your belly at least one more time before waving you off, watching you both leave.

➵ Toru was amazing the whole time, purring to you and letting you crush his hand (Yes. It was his spiking hand as he was going on paternity leave and had the time to heal. Plus, nothing would ever top his family).

➵ When it came time to push, he was encouraging in every sense of the word, coaching you through the entire thing.

➵ He brushed off every snap you sent his way, every angry word and vile insult spat his way. He didn’t know what you were going through, just that it was painful and taxing on every part of your being.

➵ Mentally, physically, and he was not about to start a fight with you.

___

➵ When your son was finally handed to Toru, he cried. He’s cried a lot in his life, most in front of you, but he would always cry when it came to his family.

➵ His son was just as small as Akemi was when she was born, but just as precious.

➵ His face was squishy and chubby—and cone shaped—but he was adorable and you both absolutely loved him.

➵ When Akemi got to meet him, she also cried. She loved her brother the moment they met, which you and Toru were forever grateful for, and would refuse to go more then ten feet away from him.

➵ You ended up naming him Hiroshi, which Akemi had been trying to pronounce for as long as she’d known it.

➵ Your little family was beautiful, and Toru was thankful for you, giving him his two bundles of absolute joy, and your love.

➵ He was entranced with you from the moment he met you and never knew his life would lead to this. He wouldn’t change it even if he had the chance.

➵ In case you were wondering, your son ended up looking exactly like his sister and your husband. Seems the Oikawa genes run long and true.

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tw. non/dubcon, stepcest, restraints/gags, praise, jealousy, threats of exhibitionism, age difference, arranged marriage, voyeurism, some manipulation wordcount. 7.8k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing @tink2kagome ♡ thank you thank youuuu a million for commissioning me!!! i said it but i just loved writing my guys again so much, it was so fuuunnnnn and i'm so happy you asked for this plot!! i really hope you like the story and that you love it! ♡♡♡ and ty so much lydz for beta-ing!

iwaizumi x fem!reader x oikawa

It’s a rainy day in August when your old house is pulled down. First the roof, slumped and tiles slid off, or broken, littered in your yard as the crane hooks into the back of it and yanks half of it to the side with the cloud of dust and wood splinters. It doesn’t fly very far because of the rain, instead making a gross, dirty looking sludge at the doorstep. Next are the walls, who pull apart rather easily for a house that stood upright for about 50 years before this. Ripped from the foundation and topped atop the daisies you played in when you were smaller. It doesn’t exactly paint a pretty picture.

But when you look up at your father for support, grabbing his arm with a slow, wobbly lip; he smiles down at you. Brushes a hand along your cheek and runs a comforting hand along your hair. The rain drums down hard around you both, as you look to your other side. To the soft face of the woman who put your father back together with gentle hands. You suppose you like her, and the way she seems to be crafted with finer lines than anything else around you. Flowery and spring like, she seems to stand out against the dim, gray sky and the noise of destruction surrounding you. She glances from her own umbrella to watch you— and flutters from under her own cover to come sit crouched down before you, looking from your father to you with a kind smile.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. It’ll be okay.” Your -mom now, you suppose- gently runs her thumbs under your eyes and then finds a tissue to press to your nose, giving you the same soft treatment as your father did. “It’s only going to feel strange for a while, but you’ll love your new room! And you’ll love the new garden.” When she nods, you find yourself nodding back, putting on a brave face as you squeeze your dad’s hand a little tighter. As the old house is ripped from its foundations entirely and leaves behind a crumpled mess of building materials that will be cleared out sooner rather than later, you will yourself to agree.

The loud noises of the machine are silenced a bit by the ruckus the hard droplets are making on the taut fabric above your head; as both your parents do their very best to let your child’s tantrum pass by with a good ending. Then your step-mother stands up to let your father wrap his arm around her waist, both of them keeping you close. The dry circle under your feet is crowded, and though the air is chilly, you’re still warm. You look aside to follow the second dry circle up to feet, long legs, a straight posture and all the way to the face of your new brother; whose normally harsh brows are set slightly softer as he takes in the way your eyes and cheeks are a ruddy, shiny mess.

Hajime even does his very best to paint on an encouraging, if barely visible, smile for you, and barely raises his arm to offer you a little wave, like most older siblings placate a fussy child. But for some reason, he doesn’t look nearly as fed up with you as you’ve learned he looks with most things. It’s a sure attempt at being kind to his new kid sister, if nothing else. And you let the visual of that burn into the back of your head, before hiding your face into your father’s pant leg— all the novelties are a bit too much to process in the stickiness of a drowsy summer day.

Your room is the one across Hajime’s room, all the way around the corner at the end of the hall. As it happens, you happen to have similar hours of sleeping and waking— which often leads you to stumble into each other upon first opening your eyes. When you were still little, you’d skitter out of reach before he could so much as apologize, unused to him and the situation. Unused to sharing a house with anyone but your father. And Hajime would creep into the kitchen with the kind of slowness of someone trying not to spook a scared animal— careful to open the cupboards, careful to offer you breakfast.

He couldn’t do much, wasn’t actually that much older than you anyway. But even a couple years seemed like a lifetime of difference when you were small, and teenage Hajime, with all his stubborn but well-meaning attitude, sure as hell could’ve convinced you. Oikawa Tooru on the other hand, not so much. He was better with words than your brother was, but never seemed to use them to bring out anything constructive. You’d find him sprawled out over your couch on the days where their practice ran long, chowing down your mom’s freshly baked goods before anyone else. And you’d glare and stomp your feet from the corner of the room, but never get close enough to say much back.

Oikawa Tooru, for all you knew about it, couldn’t care less what you thought about him in the first place, and you were perfectly fine keeping it that way. It’s one of those evenings when you’re about ready to go to bed that you search for Hajime, and find him walking back from the garden with a familiar red-green-white ball in his practiced hands. That, and then a long whine from your living room. “Iwa-chan~” The lithe, melodic voice of your brother’s best friend fills the hall and you can’t help the pout that slips on.

“Ugh,” Hajime lets out, similarly disgruntled as you are, “I gotta go put the bikes in the garage first.” It’s not really said to you, but you feel the responsibility anyway, and puff your chest out a bit while balling your hands to fists.

“I can go see what he needs,” you’re saying before Hajime nii can ask, and it brings a slight smile to his pretty features, that he tries and miserably fails to school back into neutrality.

The grin that creeps onto his lips under his chuckled breath is automatic. “You do that. And if he gives you a hard time, you just tell him that your big brother will rip him to shreds.” The brunet gives you a little squeeze of encouragement, before walking past you to slip out the screen door and head to the driveway. Your steps are loud when you parade into your own living room and put your hands to your hips. Oikawa’s laying on the couch, long legs peeking over the one end as he’s propped up on one elbow, other hand in the cookie jar without so much as asking.

You’ve always known your mom to have a soft spot for the guy, inviting him in any time of the day for ‘putting up with Hajime’— but you once again have to argue it’s the other way around as he obnoxiously stuffs one of the perfectly-made, crumbling treats into his maw and barely stops chewing to acknowledge you. “‘Sup? You want one?” the honeyed brunet asks, voice easy and fluid as he picks up another and holds it out to you with a raised brow. Your pout grows more pronounced. You made those together with your mom, for your dad and Hajime only. Niichan’s only allowed to have certain amounts of sugar to go with his volleyball career— and here he is eating them all up before you’ve even had the chance to boast to your brother.

You hate him. You cross your arms over your chest as you keep glaring, and Oikawa doesn’t miss a beat when he notices you won’t respond. “Y’know —hm, these are good— I know you’re not technically blood related, but you sure act like your big brother. Same glare when I’m talking. Anyone ever -hm- tell y’that?” He doesn’t stop chewing as he sticks his long fingers into your flower-decorated container again and pulls out one of the almond cookies. You know your expression must sour even further, because finally Oikawa takes the hint and pushes himself up a little on the couch. “What?”

“You’re getting crumbs all over our house,” you settle on saying, frustrated even more at the fact he really isn’t. He’s put down a napkin, with a perfectly neat collection of cookie crumbs in the middle; you can’t help but say it despite that.

“Am not.”

“Are too,” you snap back, and grab your pajama top to fist your hands into the bottom of it.

Oikawa folds one of his long legs to stretch it to his chest, then lays it back over the end of the couch. “You’re mad.” He clicks his tongue, before finally shifting his attention from you to his phone. But even as he picks it up and starts scrolling something or the other, his voice is a soft melody that irks you. “You’re always so mad at me for no reason, imouto.”

“I’m not your imouto.”

“You’re Iwa-chan’s imouto.” He puts the face of his phone down on his chest to give you a dramatic stare, then pulls up his lip. “So it’s basically the same thing. I’ve known you since you were as big as my little toe.” Then he hides his gaze back in his phone to scroll some more, with that annoying ‘pat, pat, pat’ sound that his finger landing on the screen makes. “It’s a shame, because I really like you.” He does that annoying thing where he gives you a guilt-trippy sort of pout that you give little kids when you’re trying to get your way— and you sure are old enough to know you don’t want to even think about letting up now. “I always wanted a little sister. I only have a little nephew though.”

“If you’d have a little sister you’d probably scare her away because you’re so weird,” you end up biting back, walking over to grab the container from his lap and closing it nice and tight as he stares at you with a blank sort of expression. “Made these for my dad and niichan, not you.” If he wants to ask, he keeps quiet, going back to tapping on his phone like it’s something important, and you can’t help but think he’s most likely just annoying Hajime nii’s other friends or the team. You take a seat on the coffee table, guarding the cookies from him, and take a minute to watch the side of his face as he fiddles with the device, like you’re long forgotten.

Hajime nii told you before that Oikawa’s the star setter of the team, a trusted center and main captain. You’ve seen them play here and there, and have heard the whispers that go around. And as much as you’re unwilling to admit it out loud, there’s something -pretty- in his features. How the skin of his cheeks is a little rosy and rounder, how his long lashes angle out to make his eyes look so bright and defined and irises glittering gold under the right light, the set of his lips and jaw making him look always at ease. Even the way his brown hair is a little bouncier and has cute tufts that stick out like little sprouts growing from fresh soil.

You guess older girls than you would know better than you do when they whisper about how cute he is.

You guess your mom is right when she talks about how kind Oikawa Tooru looks, and your father sends you two a little glance with a certain glimmer in his eyes. But you sure as hell won’t admit it to him— and definitely not when niichan’s around.

Eventually your eyes fall to where his white jacket covers his throat, or not anymore, to the blood-speckled purple blotch that sits right on the side of his neck. You frown, and lift your top lip in mock disgust, then you reach a finger out to jab it a little accusatory into the discolored skin. “What’s that?”

“Aw,” Tooru jerks, dropping his phone to the side to scamper away from your touch. Then he looks at you, and lays his cheek to his shoulder to hide the touched area even further, suddenly looking a bit flustered. You’ve never seen him look that way before, so it even surprises you enough to back off for a moment, as Oikawa eyes you down. “Why are you all up in my face all of a sudden? Don’t you know that’s rude?”

You huff, and go to sit cross legged in protest. “I just asked what the hell you did to get hurt on your neck.”

Oikawa is slow to straighten up, and pulls his jacket collar up higher as he rolls his shoulder, then scratches his ear, then looks away entirely. He looks embarrassed, you note with some shock to your status quo. This isn’t how it usually goes. Oikawa, mister better-than-you, doesn’t hesitate or get shy. “It’s a secret. Besides, you don’t need to know because you’re -like, what- ten? ‘S none of your business.” You’re not ten.

“Pff, I already know what it is,” you lie through your teeth, “I’m not stupid.” You toss your hair over your shoulder, and look away too. There’s only so many things that interest Oikawa. One’s volleyball. Another is school. It’s highly unlikely either of those would cause him to throw a fuss. And the last is girls. You’ve only ever seen Hajime react in any similar way when your mom suggests any girl in his vicinity might like him. You take a shot in the dark as you put on a testy grin, and lean in. “It’s because of your girlfriend,” you drag out the word as you watch Oikawa’s cheeks and ears go a little red, his brows angling into a frown.

Hajime chooses that time to come back in, and you look over your shoulder to watch him toss his jacket off onto the back of a chair. “Don’t bully shitty-kawa too much, he’s still sensitive.” He wipes his still-red hands, most likely from practicing, on his pants before ruffling your hair. “The breakup ripped out his poor little heart.” There’s some sympathy on his face, but barely half a second passes before the corners of his lips twitch up, as he looks at his friend and then back at you. Oikawa doesn’t say anything, but goes more red in the face, and you can’t help but stare transfixed as he zips his training jacket up all the way and glares back at your big brother.

“It did not,” he says back in exasperation, before checking a phone notification and this time rolling his eyes.

Hajime crashes down on the other couch, and you grab the box of cookies to take a seat next to him. You’re a little quieter after that, can’t help but watch the infallible Oikawa Tooru actually showing a sign of real emotions. You choose to focus on Hajime instead, and place the remaining box on his lap with a smile. The brunet’s quick to thank you, squeezing your cheek and giving you a soft poke in the side, before sighing. “You should head to bed, or mom and dad will be mad at me.” You try to disagree, but he just grabs your face and angles it towards the kitchen. “Go brush your teeth, go on.”

You don’t like hanging out with them or anything… but you still stomp your feet as you make your way to wash your face as told.

When you come out of your door nowadays though, you’re always expecting to collide with a solid chest at your first step beyond your room. Of course, he doesn’t live here anymore. Moved out when he went to uni, and lived in some far away, hole-in-the-wall flat with two guys who smelled like sweat and weed for most of what you saw from them, for all four years he was getting his degree and leaving you the longing sibling still stuck at home. But you never really grew out of it. When he visits, it’s what you always remember the most.

You’re always expecting to see your big brother first thing when morning comes. Expecting Hajime to wrap an arm around your waist to catch you when you cling to him in full bedhead, no pants fashion; let him guide the both of you down the length of the hall as you take the walk from your rooms to the kitchen as the full minute of extra shut-eye that might get you through the day. And niichan no longer bothers to apologize when he steps on your feet or you both almost trip and fall over anything in your way— him taking the lead, always.

He’s always been more of a morning person, and you sadly can’t resent him for that. His mom chuckles any time he deposits you on the chair by the kitchen island and plops down beside you on his own. “Alright, sunshines, what'd you need?”

“Water.”

“Coffee,” you whine, as your dad enters the room and presses a quick kiss to the top of your head.

The morning’s barely started, or your intuition is on high alert when Hajime clears his voice and casts the man a cursory glance. “Did you guys get to talk to her about what you told me over the weekend?” It’s vague and entirely useless, so it’s instantly suspicious when both parents react with a similarly tight-lipped recollection. Your dad only gives your big brother a little shake of the head, picks up an apple from the fruits on the counter, and walks towards the door.

“Not yet. I figure this is the type of conversation the girls will have on their own time, Haji. And I don’t want to be in the firing line when she freaks out.” He doesn’t react much when you give him a squeaked ‘dad?!’ and gives you three a blown kiss. “Love you guys, I’m off to work!” It doesn’t take you a second after the door closes to glance incredulously at Hajime nii, then at your mom as she keeps her eyes on the pancakes in the pan.

“Mom?” you try, only to get a quick smile over her shoulder. She has the decency to look a little sheepish at least, placing a stack of pancakes on Hajime’s plate and then on yours too. Meanwhile, the spiky haired brunet to your side barely catches your eyes, before starting to eat. And you glare at the side of his face until he gets a little uncomfortable and turns your chair the other way. You don’t like being talked about behind your back. Not even if it’s in good faith, not even if you trust the three of them with your life.

Your mother doesn’t usually gossip like this, so you can’t help but think… Hajime’s still refusing to look at you, choosing to focus all his attention on a spare blueberry. And your mom seems to notice, because as she places your cup of coffee before you, she gives her son a look that you can only describe as —suspicious. He doesn’t speak though, and glaring doesn’t work. You poke and prod at the food in silence for a few minutes before your mom clears her voice.

“Did you hear that the girl who used to babysit you got married?”

You don’t look up, only shake your head in a slow, stubborn acknowledgement of her words. You really didn’t. Yachi was only a few years your senior, but she’d lived close enough to pop by a lot when Hajime couldn’t watch you. You don’t remember the last time you saw her though, so it’s no wonder you didn’t hear about it.

“I was talking about it with Tooru-chan’s mom.” There’s a little pause there, where both people seem to hold their breath, before she continues. “And how she hopes Tooru gets married soon. You know, she even said Tooru has shown interest in getting married sooner rather than later, but because he’s so busy with his career he doesn’t have a lot of time to date. Said something about having his mom arrange a marriage for him,” there’s a soft chuckle from Hajime to your side, but you can’t see the humor in it. Not when your stomach is sinking a little more with each word. “And well, I suggested-”

“Absolutely not,” you pipe up in a quiet voice, now suddenly renewed in your focus to slice your pancake into the most even slices possible. You don’t want either of them to see how flustered the mere idea of the implication has you, stomach rolling around like it’s flung off it’s imaginary hinges.

“Oh, come on, darling. You’ve always gotten along with Tooru since you were little, and your dad and I know you had a little crush—”

“I did not have a crush on Oikawa Tooru,” you stand up from your seat with a loud, scraping sound, mouth dropping open. “I could only stand him because he was Hajime nii’s friend, and- no offense -but I’m pretty fucking sure the guy would sooner marry his own reflection than consider getting married to his best friend’s little sister.” You can’t help but feel a little prideful when that pulls a snort out of Hajime, who’s now slowly taking sips of his glass of water and pretending not to be involved.

He runs a hand along his neck, and gives his mom a long look. “Told you she probably wouldn’t even think about it.” He doesn’t sound nearly as smug as he could, but you still fight the urge to give him a punch in the arm as you walk past him to go breathe some much needed fresh air.

You can hear him follow a few steps behind while you walk out the back door and drop down into a squat onto the grass to start stress-picking at little blue flowers that pop up among the greenery. Hajime has enough common sense to let you be though, sitting down far enough away not to be a bother, until you choose to turn to him. “And what about you?!” Your voice lilts up so much it ends in a pinched whisper more than the angry tone you start with. “You even so much as entertained the idea of me marrying your best friend? That’s weird—”

“You’re being dramatic,” your niichan says, and picks one of the flowers from your fingers, “Tooru really likes you. And I don’t care about that possessive bullshit, if anything it’s good.” It’s stupid- and your stupid brain is a traitor for even popping the image in your head for a second. But you can’t help but think it’s totally weird that he’s so on board with it. You want to shake him for selling you out, want to — ask him to keep you close and not let go a little longer. You know it’s selfish, but somewhere within you, you had hoped that you and Hajime nii had more time together. Knowing Tooru is of marrying age, means thinking about the prospect of the brunet before you being of marrying age too, and…

You decide to ignore that thought as it comes to you, eyes flicking away to the house the two of you no longer share. “I want you to be with someone who I know has the best intentions at heart,” Hajime’s low voice really goes in one ear and out the other, “and like it or not, Oikawa does have that much.” Then the softer tone in his voice comes, the one you ever really hear him use when he’s with you; he grabs your hand to demand your attention. “And Tooru’s successful. He’s smart, he’s got the funds to provide for you. You don't want to think about that stuff because you’re young, but I think you’ll appreciate it when you’re our age.” It’s all things you know, and you trust Hajime implicitly.

“It doesn’t matter, because Oikawa’s never going to want to marry me. The guy can barely stand me.”

“You’re an idiot,” your brother chastises out of nowhere, pulling your hand to yank you within his reach and tossle you to the ground. You try and fail to wrestle out of his grip when he uses his weight to pin you down like you used to do when you were much, much younger. It was never a fair fight, but nothing compares to the way your big brother has long since traded his leaner muscle for built tissue, and physical fitness to rival any Olympic athlete. “You’re fucking beautiful, y’know that? He’d be lucky.” And though you send Hajime the nastiest glare you can muster when he crosses his arms over his wide chest and stares you down like he’s watching a glacier melt, you can feel honest to god heat rush to your cheeks.

With more than a decade that passed since you first had to deal with the guy, there’s bound to be changes. But it shocks you a little just how obvious it is now you’re looking out for it. Oikawa was always handsome, much to your dismay for many years of your childhood, but it’s different now he’s… a man. Taller, more toned, with a distinct tan from the Argentinian sun and lighter hair, he looks more like a second Adonis than the guy who used to get under your skin— and when his eyes meet yours with much less of that bravado and much more genuine confidence, you’re lost.

You saw the guy last year for Christmas. Your mom made you chaperone Takeru’s 17th birthday party, and Oikawa popped by in full glory. But it felt different.

You unhook your arms from the bar behind you when Oikawa comes over to wrap an arm around your back and presses a kiss to either cheek, before smiling. Full and perfect and— fuck. “Hey, birthday boy,” you manage to say, ignoring the way the absence of his hands starts feeling cold too soon.

“Birthday man now,” he grins with the words, and props one elbow onto the bar to support his head with his hand. Even this way he towers over you, and you can’t quite bear to look at him. “I think the boy-to-man cutoff is 28.” You can’t help but snort, and look up at him. He’s — so much more than he was. Much more everything. You fluster when he’s already looking at you though, pretty eyes scanning your face. You end up searching the room for Hajime to avoid looking awkward, and fiddle with your smirnoff glass. Your big brother’s talking to Tooru’s mother, and laughing, and only catches your eyes for a split second to spy ever so subtly on you both.

You know he is, because you’ve seen your mom give the same kind of looks. Everyone is smitten with the brunet by your side, and for once you can’t even blame them. He’s electric. You find yourself wound up and spun on your axes, without him even having to do a single thing. After a few moments of silence, he bumps your hip with his, sides basically touching. “So how have you been?” Not a second of pause and he smiles wider, “you still hate me?”

“I never hated you.”

“Did too.”

“Did not.”

“You thought about it,” he chuckles, and even harder when you bite your lip to avoid having to speak. He quiets a little then, and leans close enough for you to feel like you’re drowning in his smell. “You look really good. Been thinking it all night, if I’m being honest.” It sets off fireworks in your veins when his lashes frame his eyes darker, entirely focused on you.

“If I didn’t know any better, Oikawa, I’d have to start believing what I heard.”

A smile tugs at one side of his mouth. “Which is?”

“You’re looking to settle.”

You’re flirting back— you know you are because your body’s curving to get closer to his touch, to the hand that lands on the small of your back; you just can’t believe it yourself. But then he brushes some hair away from your face and lets his eyes flick all over your expression, pulls his lip between his teeth. His mouth moves closer to your ear, and you feel like you’re soaring and dying all at once. “Darling, being with you wouldn’t be settling for anything.” Whatever spell he put on his voice is working, and when he pulls back you’re basically mouth to mouth.

“You’re a tease.”

“You like it,” he pops the ‘t’ before dipping down and laying a kiss onto your lips, so soft and sweet you melt in his hands. He’s pulling away before you even get a chance to savor it, and you let out a whine. Something that makes him laugh. “You gotta wait, we’re in public.” Public. You come back to your body, back to the room with all of your relatives— as you start burning with shame. You give him a punch to his pec, that he mocks hisses at, before grinning. “Desert should be out soon. We’ll have some time to sneak off then.”

It’s entirely inappropriate, you kissing your brother’s best friend, let alone -sneaking out of the room- and yet; you’re nodding at him, resolutely. Your stomach flips, and you have to keep yourself from rubbing your thighs together. And Oikawa basically glows when he notices, because he can’t resist sneaking two hands behind your back to grab your ass and pull you up against his chest, nosing at your jaw. “You’re- so fucking cute.”

You fight to get back to the floor because of where you are and because your dress is riding up, wobble onto your heels with a little pant, but still your heart’s pounding. Fuck, you must be losing it. You want that. You want that? Your skin tingles when he winks and walks away, picking up one of the champagne flutes from the bar to look back at you, and let his tongue peek out the side of his mouth. And you’re trying to catch your breath when you find Hajime between the people, green eyes beaming into you from across the room. You can’t read his expression but whatever he’s feeling, he’s no less obvious when he pulls a finger under his collar like it’s too tight, and runs his eyes down your body just once. In judgment, you can only assume.

So you’re not sure why his face is so pink, ears and cheeks both.

You should be embarrassed at how loud and desperate you’re being clinging to Tooru’s neck, letting him suck marks into the side of your neck for people to gawk at. He’s sweaty, and so hot, and so are you— pressed between his chest and the wall with your legs hooked over his arms. He pants against your collarbones once, twice, and breathes your name so lovingly into your skin. You don’t know what happened, you’re lost. One second you were laughing as you snuck out the room with Tooru giggling into your shoulder, and now you’re here, biting your lip so hard you pull blood.

“Oh, holy— fuck, Tooru. Tooru, Tooru,” you mewl, and he nods before taking a nipple into his mouth. You should think before you act. But you can’t, throwing your head back and moaning out his name as his cock slides in and out of you with a mind-numbing, rhythmic motion that only drives your brain further from the present.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he promises, and fucks like he’s never going to stop. Never going to let you walk on your own legs again, so solid as he drives your walls open and fucks you onto him. You’re bounced like it’s easy, and he straightens up to kiss you hard. “Feels good, huh? This tight, little pussy feels so fucking good too. So warm ‘n wet, all for me, yeah?” He hikes you a little higher, then kisses along your throat as you run your fingers through his hair and tug. He moans, but continues without pause, like fucking you was what he was meant to do all along.

“All mine, good fucking girl. So needy.” It’s kinda scary how fucking good his fat cock feels sliding in and out your clenching cunt. How embarrassingly messy you’ve gotten for him. “Or are you thinking of — someone else, ‘s that why?” You clench around him before shaking your head side to side, and swallow down a moan when he fucks right into that spot that makes you gush. He doesn’t pause to let you think about anything, pulling your head back to suck more marks into your neck, whimpering against his solid body and shoulders; but if you had thought about it for longer, maybe you could’ve figured something out.

Your wedding is more lowkey than you expected Oikawa Tooru to agree with, though you’re more than glad about it. You also realize that day that you should stop calling him by his full name, considering you’re an Oikawa too, now. The entire room is filled with only some family and friends, his old highschool friends and some of his newer team mates; your three closest uni classmates also in attendance. And your rock in the very front, Hajime nii smiling so full and wide it pulls his eyes into little moons. It’s entirely intoxicating, and so is Tooru when he shines so bright the sun in the sky can’t match.

When the night comes to a close, slowly, long hours later— Tooru carries you over the step of the door with all the excess dramatics you did expect from him. Only, you’re happy right now, laughing against his neck at every breathed well wish, every praise, and each time he tells you how fucking pretty his new wife is. You’d be lying if you didn't admit to it feeling damn good. When he swears you’re glowing, you’re inclined to believe it. He closes the door behind you two, and loosens the pretty, silk tie from around his neck as he watches you slowly shuffle back a bit towards the bed. His lips pull into a smile, before he hums, “I’ll come join you in a second, cutie.”

You kick your shoes off, and hum, and choose to start taking off your very expensive dress on your own. You know Tooru wouldn’t care about ripping it open, but you sure do. His steps go around the room, before he disappears into the bathroom, you think. You could use a freshen up too, honestly. The long, laced up back of your dress is barely undone before a soft knock comes from the door, and you look up, bristling at the sound. But Tooru’s nowhere to be seen —did he go out into the hall?— you keep the front of your dress to your chest with one hand while slowly sliding open the lock with the other.

“Why’d you—” You take a step back automatically, and look up with wide eyes. Hajime’s a little flushed when he steps through the door and pushes it closed, like he’s been running. You fluster under the flicking of his green eyes all over you, and down you. “Niichan, what are you doing here? Did you need something?” Hajime’s always been the quieter type. When he wasn’t around Oikawa to drive him to his extremes, he’d only ever speak when it was important. When his words would be an addition to the conversation, it made it feel like it was always important to listen.

But as he reaches out and brushes his fingers along your cheek and under your jaw- letting the silence hang as goosebumps build on your skin, you really wish he’d just talk. “Hajime nii, I’m kinda- in the middle of something.” You motion your eyes down to show your state of undress, barely kept up when he crowd you a little more, and you squeak. “Niichan, you have to leave. It’s- my wedding night.”

“And I’ll let you enjoy it,” Hajime says, though his eyes shine with a determination that doesn’t let you believe it for a second. But his hand doesn’t move when it drops to your shoulder, thumb brushing along the soft of your throat; making your heartbeat race wildly against him. The bathroom door clicks open to show you your husband without a shirt, who only stares for a split second before Hajime glares at him. “You had sex with my sister at your birthday party,” the darker brunet hisses, and Tooru smiles.

“It was my birthday, Iwa-chan, I got excited.”

You’re stuck glancing between the two of them with your hands a little shaky, a mix of the nerves of the day and of this situation collecting. Did Hajime really come in here to chastise you about your personal matters? You can feel the blood rush to your cheeks, before you’re pushing his hand off your shoulder and trying to lead him back out the way he came. “Hajime nii, if that’s how you’re going to be, you need to leave—”

He grabs your one wrist and then your other, and clicks his tongue when you struggle against him. “Shh, calm down,” he looks down at you then, holding your arms wide enough apart for him to fit right up against you, muscular body keeping you right in place. Faces hovering with only a few inches between. If you were hot before, you’re absolutely burning when you feel your dress slowly start to slip down by gravity, and bucking against Hajime only makes it worse. But he’s too busy looking at you to notice, or care. “I’m not gonna cause trouble.”

You feel two large hands land on your shoulders then, Oikawa coming up behind you to lean down closer towards you, and make the jitters even worse. What is happening? “Iwa-chan’s just a little jealous and upset that I fucked you when I did.” His hand wraps around your neck and squeezes a little, only to start stripping you of your dress with slow, deft hands. “He wanted to go first, and I messed that up for him. Isn’t that right, Iwa-chan?”

“You’re an ass.”

Whatever thoughts were building in your head fall completely silent when you stare up at Hajime in complete and utter confusion. But he doesn’t make any attempt to deny it, or tell Tooru how wrong he is, how wrong any of this is— that he doesn’t see you like that, you’re his little sister. Tears start welling up in your wide eyes before you can even open your mouth to make good on the many accusations that roam through your skull, and all that you can manage is a soft, “Haji?”

“Aw, you’re breaking the poor girl’s heart, Iwa. Come on, out with the confession. She’s clearly waiting to hear it.” The happy-go-lucky, lithe voice of your fresh, new husband does absolutely nothing to soothe your nerves, instead spiking them even higher. And you want to understand, you do, but nothing makes sense anymore. Like you’ve been dropped into a free fall with no end. As your big brother clears his throat, Oikawa’s quick to kiss along the column of your neck, letting his hands slowly trail down your sides to push the white fabric down more and more.

Hajime swallows, eyes avoidant. “Listen, I know,” he stops to let his eyes drop down to your new exposed bra, to Tooru’s hands going even lower than that, and locks his jaw with a glare, “stop that, I can’t concentrate.” The little chuckle Tooru lets out against your shoulder washes over you. And your brother takes a long look at you, all of you, before leaning down to - kiss you. Hajime kisses you needy and long, pushing past your lips with his tongue like it’s normal. Like it’s okay. You start struggling against him again, both of them, but go nowhere. When he pulls back there’s an unfair sort of softness mixed in with lust, forced down your throat.

“I don’t look at you as just a sister,” Hajime whispers, “not anymore. I want to be with you- and- and I knew that wouldn’t happen- couldn’t.” He’s panting like you somehow bewitched him, green eyes searching yours for any sign of agreement. “And I know you feel it too.” You want to fight, and scream at him to get the hell out, but— you love him too much to do that. Instead you’re forced to hang off his every word while Tooru keeps himself busy by getting your one leg out from the dress before the other. “And when Oikawa suggested he marry you, I…”

There’s a pounding, white noise in your head that only grows louder when he kisses you again, and claims your lips with a hungry groan. “I want you so fucking bad, so fucking bad.” You can’t do anything but shake your head side to side, and try to pull away from him.

“You’re insane. Both of you!” Though they’ve rendered you in your underwear by now, and you can tell what’s most likely going to go down— you still start struggling as hard as you can against the two of them, and push at Hajime’s hands until he has to wrap his arm around your torso instead. “Let me go! Let me go, I want out of here. Fucking, let me go!” Your voice breaks, and Hajime clings harder to you, keeping your feet from the floor as he walks you two to the bed. You try to kick and buck, but it doesn’t move him.

“If you’re going to keep shouting I’ll stuff something in your mouth to shut you up,” he says as he presses you down on the plush covers, keeping you in place by pinning you under his wait. “You want that?”

“Get off of me, you’re crazy! You’re my brother! My brother!” Then you glance at your husband, and sneer at him too. “How can you go along with this?! You two are— you’re the w-worst, god— niichan, get off of me! Off! Now!”

“I love how fucking fiesty you are,” Oikawa chuckles from the end of the bed, wrapping those long fingers around your ankle to pull. “But we should probably shut her up, Iwa-chan. Can’t have security burst in here.”

“I know,” Hajime sighs, and gives you another look, and then places his palm over your mouth before you can start begging. Your tears well up harder, and run down your temples. ‘Wait, no,’ you’re mumbling against his palm, but it’s too late. As soon as he takes his hand off a piece of fabric is shoved in, and his tie used as a makeshift gag. “It’s going to be okay, just calm down. We’ll take it out when you’re calm,” your brother promises, and gives you a soft kiss to your forehead that you want to hate so much. But you can’t, it still has that same soft feeling as before.

Your pretty brunet husband is quick to secure your ankles to the railing of the bed, a bit too tight to be comfortable. But he smiles, and comes to sit on the bed next to you to wipe the tears from your eyes too. “As for me, I really do like you. A lot. So you don’t have to feel too betrayed. I’m just helping out a friend, you get it. Pay it forward- kind of thing?”

Hajime glances at your feet, before placing a hand on your stomach to rub comforting circles into your skin, then raises a brow. “Her panties?” Tooru is a bit too smug when prodding under the fabric with those long fingers of his, and lets the elastic snap back against your skin with a little smile.

“We can take easy care of that.” He gives you a stare that makes your blood feel hot, picking at the little bow and pulling the lacy fabric. “My little wife. I love that title for you, cutie.”

“Don’t push it,” Hajime grunts, before Tooru pulls so hard the fabric gives and tears apart at the sides, leaving you bare. And both men get clearly more pent up when Tooru runs a finger down your slicking cunt, up and down to drive you crazy. “Me first,” Hajime’s quick to say, and Tooru only laughs at the possessiveness your brother shows at the mere thought. You’re still sniffling around the gag though, spit soaking the fabric as you watch how they exchange places and Oikawa makes quick work of your lacy bra too.

Your brother is transfixed, and you both want to glare at him and look away as he spits on his fingers and rubs two fingers up and down your glistening bottom lips, dipping into your hole only to pull back. “Fuck, you’re wet. You’re really wet,” he chants, first to himself, then looking up at you and the way you’re burning through your own skin from embarrassment. “Knew you wanted it too, I just— you could’ve just asked. We wouldn’t even need shitty-kawa to be here.”

“Don’t be rude,” Oikawa breathes back, and dips his face to your neck and hands to your tits to knead them, play with your nipples, and suck them into his mouth to be abused by his tongue. “Get to it already, before you cum in your pants.” The insult is barely given any notice when you moan around your gag, Tooru’s quick fingers rubbing and pulling at your pebbled nubs just right. Hajime moans lowly, and then grabs himself through his pants. Everything after that happens quickly. His shirt and pants go, and Tooru’s tuxedo is shed to the ground without a second thought, all the while keeping your body busy with greedy touches.

It feels so good, that by the time Hajime’s pulling out his cock and shoving his boxers down his thick thighs, you’re squirming in anticipation, cunt dripping down onto the perfect, white sheets below. Your brother’s cock is very hard, and so is your husband as he shoves his hand inside his own and lets out a long moan when grabbing himself. “Oh, fuck, you’re so cute when you glare at me like that. Makes me want to fuck that attitude out of you,” he gets closer to your face, and pushes the fabric down to push his hard, flushed cock and slap it against your lips. “If I take this out you’ll be good for us, won’t you?”

Hajime’s fisting his cock and wrapping a ring of fingers around the head to fuck in and out of for a few, before throwing his head back. “No, I can’t wait. Fuck her face later. You’ve got all the time.”

The soft, melodic chuckle Tooru lets out fills the room as he watches Hajime line up with your clenching, needy pussy to hum. “Well, so do you. You’re welcome, by the way.” Though the darker brunet makes a face, he grips your hips tighter, and pushes in without thinking twice. The feeling of him spreading you open is too much, you’re tearing up again. You mumble his name around the gag, and choke a little as he pushes in so much deeper than you were expecting. But it feels good. So good.

Tooru pulls out the gag to instead replace it with his fingers, and beams down at you. “Our little wife, look at you. Open wide, baby.”

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silverhairsimp · 2 years ago

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Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

Here's my submission for @hanmas When Nobody's Home Collab (I AM SO SORRY IT'S SO LATE).

CW: MINORS DO NOT ENTER! 18+ stepcest, panty sniffer!Iwa, panty thief!Iwa, noncon, somnophilia, vaginal fingering, oral (f.receiving), car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, jealous stepbro!iwa, alcohol consumption (all characters written are in their last year of college and over the age of 21). Let me know if I missed anything in the tags/warnings.

WC: 7.7k (AND IT IS GOOD TO BE BACK!)

ALMOST FORGOT. SHOUT OUT TO @weebaboobs for beta reading for me 🧡 ily bb

Summers home from college always mean the same thing: coming back and being forced to live with your step brother as if the two of you are in high school again, fighting over a shared bathroom and waking up every morning right across the hall from one another. It’s as if nothing’s changed since those first few weeks of living together after your mom and his dad decided to tie the knot. Tensions were high and neither of you thrilled about no longer being the only child. Never being able to shake the feeling as if you can’t escape each other’s presence no matter where you went in the house.

Except one thing has changed…

His friends treat you differently now. Before, you were just Iwaizumi’s little sister. Someone they loved to pick on, constantly snickering at the way you’d get upset over their incessant teasing, always talking about you behind their back.

But now? You’re no longer the wing-spiker’s little sister… you’re you.

A mature, young woman that grew very nicely into her body; filling out each and every curve perfectly.

So it’s no surprise that his friends are at the doorstep of your family’s shared home almost every day, suggesting beach trips or pool parties. Hell, even backyard movie nights - anything to see you in a swimsuit or those skimpy little sleep shorts you were notorious for wearing.

It was so annoying for your step brother, having all of his friends fawn over you like that. And Iwaizumi never understood… Oikawa has a parade of girls following him everywhere, so why is he so infatuated with you? Matsukawa’s no better - Iwaizumi was sure you had heard the rumors about him and all he has to offer, convinced the pretentious ass just wants to prove to you that they’re true.

So, when your mom and step dad texted that they’d be vacationing in Europe all summer, that meant two things: his friends adamantly trying to spend time with you, and an entire summer alone with your step brother.

There would be no one to mediate the fights the two of you were guaranteed to get into. No one to break the tension between you and your brother - something the two of you have ignored for as long as you can remember. No one to keep his friends in check when they think about getting a little too forward with you. And no one to run to when it all became too much, because no one else would be around.

Your brother returned home before you did, his University ending their semester two weeks before yours. So when you finally pulled up to the house, it was no surprise to see three familiar cars parked out front. You could hear the TV blaring from the driveway as you grabbed your backpack and suitcase and made your way to the front door.

“Unlocked. Of course.” You grumble to yourself and roll your eyes, letting out a deep sigh before pushing the heavy door open.

Their attention on the screen was hardly broken at the sound of the door opening, and it wasn’t until you slammed it shut that everyone turned to you. Well, almost everyone.

Oikawa was the first to jump over the couch: “y/n, nice to see you again. I could help you bring your stuff to your room, maybe help you unpack…?” He was always so forward and nonchalant.

Matsukawa sat with his arm draped over the back of the couch and did absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was staring at your tits. You really should’ve known better than to wear a low cut crop top and high waisted jean shorts, which surely did nothing to keep your ass from hanging out.

“Thanks for the offer, but I can handle it myself.” You push past Oikawa, who mutters something about ‘gotta love an independent woman’. You nod your head to Matsukawa who brings his eyes up to meet yours only briefly before going back to checking you out.

Iwaizumi, on the other hand, was still holding the gaming controller and paying you absolutely no mind. You walk over and slap him in the back of the head, “thanks for the warm welcome, asshole.”

He snickers at you and curses, “Look! You fucking made me die!”

To which you respond with a wave of your hand over your shoulder and a “Boo hoo… you were gonna die anyways.”

It was always like this between the two of you: pushing each other's buttons and getting under each other's skin until neither of you could handle it anymore… it was only a matter of who would crack first.

You spend the afternoon taking trips out to your car and back inside, the summer heat getting to you more and more with each trek. Small droplets of sweat roll down your temple and the sinful thoughts that grace the minds of the men on the couch are anything but few and far between. Those thoughts only intensify when you bend over by the front door to take off your shoes, ass on display while you rearrange the ones already discarded there.

With the last bag inside, you head off to your bedroom to start unpacking. There's a bag full of dirty laundry that needs to be washed and a few suitcases that need to be put away. But, after the first one, you’re not sure how much more you have the energy for.

There will be plenty of time later, you think to yourself.

The day is still young, and it’ll be nice and sunny outside for at least a few more hours. You dig through your half unpacked suitcase and pull out a brand new bikini, quickly slipping it on even with your bedroom door cracked open.

You pull a towel out of the hall closet and throw it over your shoulder, purposefully walking in front of the TV and grabbing the attention of three pairs of eyes on your way out to the backyard.

“Gonna go for a swim,” you say, looking directly at Iwaizumi as you take long strides toward the back door, swaying your hips a little more than usual and waiting for at least two of the three men to jump out of their seats and join you.

Oikawa and Matsukawa are quick to follow. There’s not a second of hesitation before they’re shouting a quick “We wanna swim too!” and darting out the door, leaving Iwaizumi inside all alone.

He knew he should’ve waited to invite those two over.. now he’s never going to have any alone time with you. He can’t seem to wrap his head around what he's feeling. It doesn’t make sense: why he’s so irritated. Even with trying to focus on the game, he can’t help the way his eyes flit over his shoulder every time he hears your laugh and the warmth it brings to his chest.

Why is he so jealous of Matsukawa hovering behind you? And the way he takes far too long to rub the sunscreen into your shoulders. Why does he feel so possessive when Oikawa puts a hand on your knee? He shouldn’t be acting like this over his step sister… but, maybe that’s why… you’re his step sister. His. He can’t resist the urge anymore, he wants to be the one to put his hands all over you. He wants to be the one to rub the sunscreen into your smooth skin. He wants to be the one with his hand on your thigh, or perhaps pinning you down underneath him and holding you open by them instead.

Iwaizumi grumbles to himself, sick of his own self pity, and finally gets up, walking down the hall and stopping in front of his door. He reaches out for the door knob before looking over his shoulder. He shouldn’t be turning around and walking towards your room instead, but he is. He pokes his head inside to see the organized mess strewn across the floor. The different piles of clothes, the half folded ones still in your suitcase… but one thing really catches his eye: a light teal g-string sitting right on top of your laundry pile.

He can’t help but wonder if you wore it on your way home, and before he can stop himself, he’s opening your door even further, taking two strides in and picking them up in his hand. He starts to bring them to his face until the sound of the sliding back door pulls him out of his trance. He’s almost positive he hears Oikawa beg for you to stay and keep him company, but his distance from the back door makes it difficult to accurately hear.

Quickly, he shoves your panties into his pocket and makes sure to leave your door cracked the same amount as when he first went in.

He heads back into his own room and pulls out a pair of swim trunks, officially deciding that he wasn’t going to let his friends have all the fun with you. He pulls your panties out of his pocket and shoves them inside his pillow case for safekeeping and throws his comforter over the top. He tosses his shirt in the hamper just as soon as you appear in the doorway of his room:

“You really shouldn’t change with the door open, never know who could be watching…” His cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink at the insinuation behind your surprisingly seductive words and he turns around before his body gives too much away.

The way you lean against the door frame: arms crossed and wearing hardly anything, the curve of your hips and your smooth legs… it's like you’re begging for his touch. The idea of running his hands all over your body stirs something deep within him - something he’s not quite sure he’s ready to give in to and acknowledge yet. His brows furrow as he looks over to the secret he’s keeping under his pillow, and he can’t help but think how you’d look standing in the doorway in that same teal g-string. He clears his throat but refuses to turn back around to look at you, “thought you were going swimming.”

“I was, but then I thought about how boring it was without you there. Issei and Tooru can only keep me entertained for so long,” a heavy sigh leaves your lips, “just wanted you to come out and join us for some real fun.” And with that, you push off the door frame and make your way back outside, disappearing down the hall without another word.

Iwaizumi mutters those words back to himself, real fun…? What the hell could you mean by that?

The rest of the evening is spent by the poolside, laughing, drinking, exchanging stares with your step-brother that say so much, yet so little at the same time. By now, you’ve lost count of the numbers of beers that the four of you have gone through, as well as the number of pickup lines Oikawa has seemingly “blessed” you with. If you had to take a guess, the numbers are pretty evenly matched.

With your buzz starting to get to you, you head inside to get some food, thankful that there were plenty of leftovers still in the fridge. You pull out a dish, grab a plate and set it in the microwave to heat up. Your elbows rest on the cold surface of the counter as you aimlessly scroll through your phone, catching up with social media and responding to text threads letting your friends know you’re back home for the summer.

You wouldn’t’ve heard the sliding door being shut even if you were listening for it. Too encapsulated in that little device to notice that your step brother had come back inside to check on you.

And he is definitely checking on you.

Watching as the thong of your swimsuit rides up even higher with each sway of your hips. The way your legs and ass flex everytime you rock from your heels to your toes. He can’t bring himself to say anything, not when the only thoughts in his head are filthy ones of you.

He tries to mask the disappointment on his face when the timer goes off and you move to grab your plate out of the microwave. Out of the corner of your eye you finally notice him. “Oh, hey Haji, how long have you been standing there?” your eyes meet and you can’t help but notice the little red tint in his cheeks, wondering if it's from the alcohol or maybe something else…

“Just walked in actually, wanted to let you know the boys are staying the night.” He says as he rubs the back of his neck, squinting his eyes just a bit to try and get another peek at your hardly covered body without making it too obvious.

You laugh and shake your head, “I’ll make sure to lock my door tonight then.”

He laughs nervously along with you and asks himself, would you lock your door if it were just him? Would you purposefully leave it cracked in hopes he’d come in? He considers tampering with the lock, guaranteeing himself some sort of access if he ever wanted it… and fuck, does he want it. He supposes he’ll have to wait until the next time he gets to spend with you alone to find out.

Time seems to pass by exceptionally fast after the four of you had called it a night. Freshly showered and with the rest of your stuff put away, you poke your head out of your door once more.

Just across the hall, you can see the subtle glow of your brother's TV through the crack of his door. Muffled laughs and not-so-quiet gaming taunts reach your ears as your step brother and his friends continue their night away from you.

You chew on your cheek and shift your feet where you stand, debating whether or not you should actually lock your door tonight... It couldn’t hurt to leave it open, could it? Would it really be that bad if one of them were to come in during the night? Especially if there was a chance that the one was your step brother…

–

The next day went by much faster than you’d planned. The morning was spent with your face buried in the same text thread from last night, making plans with your friends to go out to a new club that had opened while all of you were away at school.

All of the boys kept to themselves until right before you were getting ready to go out. Since your step brother was so considerate to have company over, you invited your friends to get ready at your place.

He thought that a good nights sleep and some advil would be enough to sober up his thoughts of you, but he can’t fight off the sudden feeling of irritability he has. He doesn’t want you to go out with your friends and he doesn’t want his friends here. Having you alone is the only thing crossing his mind, and the fact that he can’t have that frustrates him even more. You don’t belong to him… he shouldn’t be so selfish as to not let you go out with your friends. But there’s a part of him that thinks you should belong to him.

He now sits on the couch with his knee bouncing and his shoulders raised to his ears in frustration at the music that’s playing far too loud in your room and the obvious amounts of alcohol you’re already consuming.

It was always the fucking same, he thinks to himself with the palms of his hands pressed to his eyes. You get way too drunk and call him in the middle of the night begging to be picked up. There’s no way he’d let it happen again - not this time. But when you finally reappear in the entryway of the door, all frustrations he had suddenly disappear when he sees you. Maybe he won’t let you leave at all.

Everything about you makes his head spin: the way your hair’s styled perfectly, and the fact that your dress is entirely too short for anyone's eyes but his. He can’t even consider tearing his gaze away from your smooth legs and how toned they look flexing in those heels you’re wearing.

But before he has any time to protest, you're already offering him one last smile as you walk out the door.

He flops back on the couch with a dramatic huff, staring at the ceiling as he thinks of all the ways this night could possibly go.

Even with his friends keeping him occupied at the house, he can’t help but check his phone every 5 minutes looking for updates from you. The occasional snap chat notification comes through, but it’s nothing personal to him.

It’s shameful, really, how many times he has to excuse himself to his room or the bathroom just to replay the video on your story. The way you hold your phone above you, getting the perfect angle to capture your body in that dress, showing off the sway of your hips for the camera.

Were you doing this for all your friends on social media? Maybe for yourself? Or was it for him?

He’s lost track of the number of times he’s swiped up to respond to what you’re posting. But nothing seems right to say. He can’t be too forward, unaware of what you want, or what you think of him… but most importantly, he’s your step brother! He shouldn’t be having any of these thoughts in the first place…

The minutes turn to hours and he comes to the realization that he really just needs to sleep it off. Whatever it is. He pads off to his room, leaving Oikawa and Matsukawa on the couch with their half eaten boxes of pizza and empty bottles of beer.

For the first few minutes, Iwaizumi lays on his back looking up at the ceiling, so many thoughts running through his mind, but he can’t decide on any to dissect. He wonders what you’re doing right now and who you’re with. Are you with your friends still? Or is someone else taking up all your time?

He picks up a pillow and smashes it against his face, holding it there for a second as he tries to figure out why he cares so much about anything you’re doing tonight. His eyes slowly start to drift shut, too tired and confused to think about this any further, until something else catches his attention.

He lifts the pillow off his face and digs inside the case, pulling out the little piece of clothing he took from your room yesterday. With all the time to himself, he brings your panties to his nose and inhales deeply. His eyes shouldn’t be rolling to the back of his head at your scent, but goddamnit, why did you have to smell so sweet?

He’s got half a mind to use them to get himself off, but he can’t ruin them. He’ll find something else to get off to later. Maybe you’ll even help him with it?

It’s almost 2 am when the sound of his phone vibrating against his night stand wakes him up. He rolls over, smirking at your panties he still had wrapped around his fist before reaching a hand out to flip his phone face up to see your caller ID. His first instinct is to answer, but he told himself he wouldn't do this again. He won’t come to your rescue, especially when he has all these thoughts to sort through.

He hits the decline button, flipping his phone face down until his room goes dark again. He pulls the covers over his head in an attempt to resist any further temptation, and that's when he hears it:

Ringing interrupted by a wave of text messages:

Haaaaaajiiiiiii

I know its late

I’m so so so ssorry

Can you pleeease come pick me up :((

By the time he actually answers the phone, he’s ready to tell you to quit bothering him and find your own ride home. But, those words are caught in his throat when he hears a voice on the other line. One that doesn’t belong to any of the friends you left with, or any one he knows.

“Just come home with me sweetheart… Y’don’t need anyone else t’come n’get’cha…”

He can’t believe he’s actually considering coming to get you. “Damn y/n, haven’t even been home a few days and already you’re planning on going home with strangers?” He huffs a laugh on the other line like his words were meant to prove something.

“Shut up! That’s why I called you…” your voice sounds desperate. So needy. He finds it cute.

Iwaizumi is too quiet for far too long on the other line, so you speak up again, “Would you prefer I call Tooru or Issei instead? I’m sure they’d come get me in a heartbeat… on second thought, maybe i will go home wi–”

He cuts you off before you can get another word out, “’m on my way.”

You hang up the phone with a grin on your face, not even sorry to be telling the stranger you won’t be joining him tonight.

The whole drive over he can’t help but think about what would’ve happened if he didn’t answer your call.

There was no way he was gonna let you, his sweet little step sister, go home with some asshole that only wanted one thing. And for fucks sake, his friends? If only you knew the things they said about you - the things they wanna do to you, he’d never admit it but, most of them he’d like to do to you himself…

Iwaizumi had every intention of ignoring you, but when you mentioned them, and when he thought about anyone else having you tonight, it made his stomach turn.

It was only about 20 minutes before Iwaizumi was pulling up to the curb outside the club. He opens the door to his truck with gritted teeth, trying to compose himself at the sight of some random guy's arm still slung around your shoulder and his face far too close for comfort.

He opens up the passenger side door, “y/n. Let’s go.”

You take a few steps toward the truck, only to be pulled back by your hand, “C’mon baby, you don’t gotta go with him.”

Quickly retracting your hand as you pick up the pace and make it to the door he’s holding open for you. As soon as you take that step up into the truck, Iwa makes sure to move behind you to block the view before you flash anyone still watching. Maybe he selfishly wanted that view all to himself.

Once he’s back in the car, the ride is quiet, neither of you saying much of anything. There’s a soft clattering of your heels being taken off and dropping to the floorboard. Your head is spinning, from both the alcohol and the unspoken tension that's filling the car right now.

Instead of saying anything, you lean your head against the cool glass of the window and pull your feet into the seat. Thankfully there’s just enough room to tuck them under the middle seat that’s folded down to separate you from your step brother.

You don’t remember being this tired, but after situating yourself, the quiet hum of the engine and the music playing in the background is enough to lull you to sleep.

Iwaizumi does his best to keep his eyes on the road, but as soon as he hears you take that deep breath and let out a little hum, he can’t help the way his focus shifts towards you.

He watches the slow rise and fall of your chest and the way your tits strain against your dress. His eyes follow down where your dress is cinched at the curve of your waist until his gaze lands on something else… something much more interesting than anything else on the road.

He’s sure you hadn’t realized it, but when you pulled your feet up you exposed a completely different part of your body. Something that he’s been dying to see for as long as he can remember… Peeking out of your short dress, is your pretty little pussy, covered in the thinnest lace he thinks he’s ever seen.

Without even thinking twice about it, he reaches for the folded seat in the middle and lifts, now creating a perfect bench in the front seat of his truck. He couldn’t bring himself to pull his eyes away.

It was no wonder you had some random guy hanging off of you all night. He’s not sure he would’ve been able to contain himself had he seen you like this earlier. This was exactly why he had to step in, no one else was, or is, going to have you.

It was wrong, he knew it was, but he almost didn't have control over the way his hand stretched out toward you. His thumb rests on the underside of your ass, gently spreading you apart as tries to get a better look at the outline of your puffy lips.

If it weren’t for the upcoming stop sign, he’s sure he would’ve kept his attention between your legs. Perhaps he should be thankful for the stop sign in the middle of the night with absolutely no one around…

With each second that passes, he can’t help but think about how you feel, how you taste… He knows your guys’ house is only a few more minutes away, but no matter what he does to distract himself and get the two of you home, he can’t pull his focus away from you.

He turns the air conditioner up just a little higher and the music up just a bit louder. Even tries to fidget with his phone, but he can’t. It’s no use, not when you’re here… like this.

Your legs begin to shift a little bit just as he passes the house and he doesn’t want this to end, so he keeps driving. Wanting to keep you asleep so he has time to sort out these thoughts in his head and the aching in his pants.

Once you’ve fallen back into a comfortable sleep, he reaches out to you again and settles a hand right on the side of your thigh. His thumb circles the bottom of your ass, each stroke threatening to go lower and lower until he reaches the edge of your panties. The closer he gets to your core, the more he can feel heat radiating from it.

Can you feel what he’s doing to you? Do you like it? He wishes he could bring himself to wake you up and ask you, but he can’t. Not yet.

He inhales deeply and grips the steering wheel impossible tight as he lets his thumb trace along the edge of the lace. His exhale comes out shaky, he's not sure if it’s because he’s nervous or because he knows how wrong this is. It’s probably a combination of both.

He drives like this for a bit: making slow turns down poorly lit roads, keeping his hand in place and working his way a bit lower every few miles. There’s not a single car in sight as he approaches another stop sign.

He presses gently on the breaks and rolls to a stop, his focus is right where his thumb rests against your skin. He puts his truck in park, but keeps the engine idling as he takes in another deep breath before moving his thumb across your slit.

The touch ghosts over you, hardly even there but he feels you. The growing wet spot starts to show, even with the darkness of night surrounding the two of you. He repeats the motion and adds more pressure with each deliberate drag of his thumb.

The slick building up on his thumb only makes him want more– more of this and more of you. He spreads the wetness up your slit and circles your clit through your panties.

“Hnngh– H-Haji-me…”

He freezes when he hears you mutter his name… but your eyes are still closed when he looks over at you. There’s no way his thoughts can be right, but there’s no other explanation. You think about him too, he convinces himself.

Part of him wants to wake you up so you can both enjoy this moment, and the other wants to see how much he can get away with while you're still asleep.

For the first time, he pulls the fabric between his fingers and lays his eyes on your bare cunt. Strings of slick still connect your lower lips to your thong as he pulls it away. He’s surprised you don’t wake up once the rush of cool air from the ac hits you, but he’s not complaining one bit.

His throat bobs as he swallows thickly at the sight of you, he mutters a soft fuck before he licks his lips. Wanting nothing more than to dive in and eat you out like he’s been wanting to for months– hell, years!

The temptation is hitting him full force as he spreads your lips open with two fingers. Your clenching little hole practically begging to be filled by him. He thinks of all the things he’d do to you: the way he’d take it nice and slow, starting off with one finger, then adding another, maybe one more after that. Maybe he’d prep you, but he’s living for the thought of stretching you open with his cock and as much resistance as possible with how tight you’d be.

He wonders how greedily you’d suck him in, how politely – or pathetically – you’d beg for more. His thoughts are short lived once you start to shuffle around again. Mindlessly rubbing your thighs together before you crack open your eyes and look at him.

Iwaizumi should be ashamed and embarrassed that he’d practically been caught touching you like this, but he's almost relieved. Relieved enough to finally see the way your eyes roll to the back of your head once he gets the chance to bury his fingers knuckle deep inside of you. Relieved to finally be able to hear that pretty voice telling him what makes you feel good and where you need his touch.

He starts to pull his hand away, thinking maybe the two of you should talk about this or at least acknowledge what he’s doing. To his surprise, and your own, you reach out to grab his wrist, keeping his hand in place.

“Haji… did you want something?” you’re clearly giving him a chance to answer honestly but he’s almost frozen. Unsure what to do or say until you pull his hand even closer.

He clears his throat and rubs a finger up and down your slit, just like he had before you woke up. “Yeah… I uh– you. I want you.”

“Mmm, me? What about me?” you’re teasing him and he’s almost getting impatient. He’s had a hard on since he first saw your thong peeking out from under your dress and the teasing is making him even more impatient.

“Why don’t you sit up and come over here for me? I’ll show you exactly what I want.” He's already this worked up, he can hold out for a bit longer…

You shift in your seat and spread open your legs before settling on your knees in the middle. A large hand grips your inner thigh as his fingers trail further up until his hand is cupping your pussy under your dress.

“Y’know how many conversations Oikawa and Matsukawa have had about you? How if they were your step brother… you’d technically not be related by blood so it wouldn’t be weird to fulfill all the fantasies they’ve had about you… I’m starting to think they’re onto something.” Rough fingers press even harder against you and by the way you pull your dress up even further, to a point where it's bunched around your waist, he can tell you’re on the same page.

“You think about touching me? Doing all sorts of dirty things to me, hm?” Your hands play with the shorts strands of hair right above his ears and his eyes start to close as he leans into your touch.

“Most of my thoughts are about you. It’s real fuckin’ annoying.” There's a smile on his lips when he says it. He knows that he’s more so annoyed with the fact that he hasn’t been able to do anything about it, but that’s all about to change right now. “You know, you were mumbling my name in your sleep… guess i’m not the only one who thinks about my step sibling.”

There's a wicked smirk on his face and your cheeks start to redden, he thinks it’s a good look on you and he wants to fluster you even more. “Want me to keep touching you like this?”

You nod your head in response, but that's not good enough. “Use your words, or else I stop.”

“Please… don’t stop. Want you to keep touching me.” You pull your hands away from his hair and bring them to your waist. Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of your thong and willfully pull it off yourself.

You shift back in the passenger seat like you had before, pulling your knees to your chest and tugging your panties down until they’re hanging around your ankle. You raise your foot in front of his face, allowing him the honors to completely remove them from your body.

He takes them off with a smirk before looking at you and quickly shoves them into his pocket. “Oh, I know you took my panties before…” you smile at him and bend your knees before opening your legs. “The teal g-string… I used to wear that pain to all your games, y'know.”

There’s a redness in his cheeks that you hadn’t seen before. He starts to think about all the games you’d been to over the years, and each time you worse those. “Gonna keep these ones too then, start my own collection.”

“You’re such a pervert…” you say the words but you don’t mean them, not when you’re sitting in the front seat of his truck with your legs spread wide open. There’s a silence between the two of you as he tries not to look down at your perfectly spread legs and what lies between.

He can’t fight it off anymore when he sees your own fingers start to rub little circles around your clit. “I always thought your fingers would feel so much better than mine… wanna help me test that theory?” Now you’re the one with the smirk on your face.

He squares his body to face yours, shifting just enough to where his hip and forearms rest on the seat. “Happily, but I've always wondered something too… wanna taste you first.”

You don’t have anytime to process or oppose the offer before he’s finally diving in between your legs. The flat of his tongue dragging all the way up before his lips wrap around your clit. The sudden pressure forces your hands into his brown roots and you don’t hesitate to tug roughly. Eliciting a groan from him that makes your legs shake.

“’S so fuckin’ good” he growls into your pussy. You taste even better than he could’ve ever imagined.

If it wasn’t for his hands keeping your thighs in place, your legs would surely be threatening to close around his head.

Every whimper and moan of his name from your lips is a dream come true. He never thought he’d be able to hear it for himself, and now that he has, he never wants it to stop. He’ll sneak into your room every night from here on out just to bury his face in between your legs if it means getting to hear you, and taste you like this.

“H-hngh! Haji, your fingers.. Please…”

You certainly don’t have to ask twice before he’s burying one finger inside of you. Curling it expertly as if he’s known that sweet spot all his life.

He keeps his lips wrapped around your clit as his finger moves in and out of you in a slow drag. Pushing against your g-spot before pulling out and pushing back in again.

“More. Gimme more. Please…”

Fuck you sound so cute when you beg like this. He’s almost worried his words come out of his mouth instead of keeping them in his head. He wants to give you more, but not another finger. He wants you around him now. Your tight walls hugging his cock instead of his fingers.

He pulls back before shifting in the middle seat, his mouth is slick and glistening with you all over his face. “You want more? Come get it yourself.”

Even with all the tension, he’s still pushing you. Still playing into this little game, trying to see how far you’re willing to go.

Your eyes are glossy and your mouth hangs open, but you move. Getting exactly what you want as you straddle your legs over his lap. Needily rocking your hips against his.

He’s gotten himself so riled up that he’s not sure how much longer he can last. You steady yourself by holding on to his shoulders as you lower your lips to his neck. You can feel his jaw clench as he leans away from you, giving you all the access you want.

Little kisses are pressed along the column of his neck until you reach his jaw and move your way across. You hadn’t realized how badly you wanted to kiss your step brother until his lips were right in front of yours.

Your eyes meet for a brief second before there’s no longer any space between you. There’s a hum when you taste yourself on his lips and he thinks about how your lips really are as soft as they look.

His hands are on your hips before he hooks his thumbs into his own sweats, trying to tug them down until you get the hint. When your hands move in to replace his, he snickers against your lips, “greedly little thing aren’t’cha?” He puts his hands back on your hips and lifts you just enough for you to slide his sweats and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs.

“Fuck– if I woulda known you were so eager for my cock, I would’ve done this so much sooner.”

You don't offer any response, too focused on the leaking tip of his cock that's poking out between your legs.

You spit in your hand before lowering it to wrap around his length, stroking him a few times until you can feel the weight of it in your palm, “t’s big…” He smirks at you before slapping your ass roughly, grinning even harder when he can feel the skin ripple in his lap.

“You can take it… I know you can. You wanna be a good girl for your big brother, right?”

You nod your head before moving your hips to line him up at your entrance. His tip is angry and leaking, he’s really not sure how long he’ll last once he’s finally inside of you.

There’s a little resistance when his tip pushes inside of you and he throws his head back, internally telling himself that he made the right decision by only using one finger earlier. The feeling of your walls around him is suffocating in the best way, squeezing him tighter than he’s ever felt with anyone else before.

The only thing on his mind is molding you to the shape of his cock so it’s the only thing you know.

His head feels dizzy the lower you sink down and he moves a hand in between your bodies so his thumb can rub tight circles around your clit to ease the stretch. Little whines leave your lips with the added stimulation but it helps the last few inches slide right in and you’re fully seated on his lap.

Your breaths are shallow and shaky and he wants more, “Rock your hips back and forth for me… c’mon, you can do it.” and you do, without question. You’d do anything for your big brother, even ride his cock in the front seat of his truck in the dead of night.

He removes his hand and leaves a hot trail up your body with his fingers. Tracing the swell of your ass, over the curve of your hips to the dip under your breasts until he reaches your shoulders. He reaches for the thin straps still resting there and tugs them down.

You turn your face into his touch and shrug your shoulders, helping ease the strap even further down until your top half is no longer covered. Man is he thankful you weren’t wearing a bra. He’s not sure he wouldn’ve had the patience to take that off without ripping it to shreds.

“Fuckin’ perfect…” he whispers against your skin as he pushes your dress even further down so the whole thing bunches around your waist. He groans, finally able to fit both of your breasts in the palms of his hands.

With each roll of your hips, your clit rubs against a neatly trimmed patch of hair at the base and your back arches further into his touch. His hands are greedy, twisting and tugging at your nipples while his tongue licks a fat stripe between the valley of your breasts.

Your hands are just as desperate. Holding on to the hairs at his nape as if it was the only thing keeping you upright. The way you push his face even deeper into you doesn’t go unnoticed either.

“Haji.. want more, please I–”

He chuckles against your skin, he could get used to the sound of your voice when it’s so needy for him. “Gotta tell me what you want more of… or else I can’t give it to you.”

It’s so embarrassing, how much he’s making you beg for him. “Want you to go harder.. Need to feel it..” You try to lift your hips up and back down but he doesn’t allow you much room for any type of movement.

He pulls one of your tits into his mouth and sucks eagerly on your nipple, rolling it harshly between his teeth before circling his tongue around it. He keeps his mouth put before moving his hands to your waist and lifting you up just enough for half of his cock to come out.

He snaps his hips against yours and repeats the motion. A loud shriek fills the cabin of the truck before you're reaching behind him. Your hands find the back of the seat as you steady yourself while he bounces you on top of him, thrusting his own hips to meet yours and make his movements even more intense.

There’s an incoherent babbling falling from your lips and he's not sure if it’s from the alcohol you consumed tonight or if you’re just cock drunk from how he’s fucking you right now. He hasn’t had a drop of liquor and he feels his own vision start to blur onces your walls start clenching around him.

“F-fuck! You feel s-so good Haji–! More! More!”

His grip on your hips is impossibly tight and he feels as if he’s about to burst any second. He fucks you hard and fast, trying to get you to come undone before he does, but it’s too much. You’re hugging him too tightly and he can’t last another second.

He does everything he can to lift you off of him so he has time to pull out, but you fight against his hold and settle your full weight into his lap. Burying him to the hilt as he cums right inside of you. Rope after rope filling you up. There’s so much that it’s starting to leak out and fall into his lap.

You sit in his lap with your forehead pressed to his shoulder as you try to regain and steady your breath.

“You’re fuckin’ filthy… letting me fill you up like that…”

You laugh against his skin before pulling away to look at him. There are beads of sweat above his eyebrows and a few rolling down his temple. Your delicate fingers swipe over them, wiping them away before smiling.

“You woulda had a mess all over your truck… we wouldn’t want that. Plus, it would’ve been such a waste…”

All he can do is shake his head, trying to wrap his thoughts around everything that just happened. The internal battle he was having with himself earlier finally finds some revelation. He got to have you all to himself. Really have you.

He’s not sure where the two of you go from here, but he’s not willing to give up everything he’s just had a taste of. He’ll find a way to keep his little step sister taken care of.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you and he pulls your straps back up and over your shoulders before he taps your thigh twice, signaling for you to climb out of his lap. He checks the time on the dash and he knows the two of you need to get back home.

“Can you take me home and fuck me forreal?” If it weren’t for those big doe eyes you’re giving him, iwaizumi would have snapped back with some snarky comment or flipped you over in his front seat and taken you right there.

“If I fuck you forreal you’ll wake the whole block up. Not sure Issei and Tooru would tolerate you interrupting their beauty sleep,” he claps back at you.

“That’s fine, maybe they’ll wanna join too…”

“You’re really in for it now.” Who would’ve thought his step sister would be the fucking death of him.

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