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honeekyuu · 4 months ago

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squeeze. [sakusa kiyoomi x reader]

two. the devil.

previous. || masterlist. || next.

a/n. this au has me on my knees.

[playlists]. satin black || brews abridged || vibes

warnings: SAKUSA MOTHERFUCKING KIYOOMI.

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

✗ !!! ignore timestamps !!! ✗

“Just come on-”

“Dude,” Hinata coughs, waving his hand in front of his face. “I can’t see shit.”

You roll your eyes, dragging him into Satin Black by the wrist. Cigarette smoke clouds your vision and stings at your eyes, but the dark glow of the tattoo shop makes it impossible to see, anyway. You’d started to get used to it over the last few weeks, but it’s still an assault on your senses every time. You blink it away, squinting into the hazy room.

The tattoo artists – the polite-looking one and the angry guard dog one – are standing at one of the mirrors. Akaashi Keiji and Iwaizumi Hajime, based on your interactions on Twitter today. You stop at the counter, watching them and barely noticing when Hinata stumbles into you from behind.

Akaashi’s shirtless in the mirror, a cigarette dangling between his lips and his eyes squinting down at the art on his own body, as though he’s examining intensely for imperfections. His jeans are slung low on his hips – you see that the dark trail of hair under his navel is flanked on both sides by symmetrical hip tattoos, the black ink stark on his pale skin.

Iwaizumi is behind him, head bent and cigarette shedding ashes onto the floor as he digs a tattoo gun into Akaashi’s spine. He’s wearing an old muscle shirt with cigarette holes in it, tattooed biceps flexing every few seconds as he works and his frown deep with concentration. There’s a large outline on Akaashi’s back, the lines purple and thin and spanning the entirety of his upper back and curling over the tops of his shoulders. Half of it is filled in, pale blues and greens splashed over his left shoulder blade and Iwaizumi’s gun pressing a cyan color into his spine. Akaashi looks to be in absolutely no pain, his gaze empty as he mumbles something plainly to the other artist. Iwaizumi lifts his head and plucks the cigarette from his own mouth, another cloud of smoke filling the room as he stares down at Akaashi’s back and grumbles a response.

The interaction is entirely inaudible, the grating guitar of “Crazy Bitch” screaming in your ears. Hinata has both ears plugged with his fingers, and he leans in close to yell to you.

“This is that one Buckcherry song you like!”

It catches both tattoo artists’ attention, and you have no idea how they’d heard your friend.

Cyan eyes find yours in the mirror – cyan like the ink being drilled into his back – and Iwaizumi’s angry gaze is whipping around to you and Hinata at the counter, the cigarette flickering with light and then shedding between his fingers.

“The fuck do you know about Buckcherry?” he barks, and you’re amazed you’d caught it. Hinata jumps beside you, and you feel him shuffle closer.

“Nothing! Uh-Sir?”

Iwaizumi finds that funny, it seems. His eyebrows lift, and you hear him snort quietly as he gives Hinata the once-over, but your eyes are trapped by Akaashi’s.

The polite-looking one, who doesn’t look so polite now that you really look at him.

He stares back emptily for a moment, and then – when he sees that you won’t break eye contact first – he smirks, the cigarette looking dainty in a smile that dangerous.

“Suna,” he says quietly, and you wonder if there’s some black magic in the shop that makes hearing possible through the music. “Your favorite customer’s here.”

You only realize that the curtain across the room is closed when it flies open. Suna emerges on a rolling chair, shirtless with black sunglasses sitting on his nose. You wonder wryly if he knows it’s already dark in the shop without them.

He’s clearly with a client, because he’s got black latex gloves on and a pair of forceps his right hand, but when he sees you, you get the feeling he couldn’t care less.

“I was wondering when I’d see you, sweetheart.” His smile is wicked, and you wonder, not for the first time, if he’s as harmless and stupid as he seems online.

He sets the clamp down and stands from the chair just as the song is changing, and that black magic idea becomes that much more convincing – haunting vocals ring in the shop, layered under a bass-y beat and quick rap, and the way Suna strips his hands of that black latex while smiling at you feels oddly like you’re being lured in by a siren that knows exactly what it’s doing.

His head twitches in Hinata’s direction, and you watch two tattooed fingers lift the glasses off his face as he stares down at your friend with lifted brows.

“You old enough to be in here?” he says with a smirk as he approaches. Hinata only leans toward you again, his arm hooking with yours.

“Is that the piercer?” he asks in a whisper. Suna’s face splits in a shit-eating grin, his double lip piercings spreading under the light when he presses his hips against the counter.

“Yeah. That’s the piercer,” the man says, his voice low and close. And then he flicks his gaze to you, and green eyes pin you to your spot. “Finally gonna let me pierce you, baby?”

You swallow and shake your head, clearing it. “I’m here about-”

“About the music,” he says, head tilted to look down at you. “I know. What’s wrong – you don’t like Saliva? It’s one of his favorites.”

You furrow your brows, frowning up at him. “Who?”

There’s silence, and then Suna’s grin is widening, face twisting into something terrible and manic.

“Oh,” he breathes, excitement making him lean ever closer. “You haven’t met him yet."

Oh.

Suna pulls out his phone and types out a quick message – you watch the black outline of a heart that sits on his thumb fly across the screen, and you remember to steel yourself despite the nerves. You’d come here for a reason.

Suna’s eyes find yours again. “I fixed that for you.”

“Fixed what-”

The door directly across the shop from you is wrenched open, and your gaze goes right over Suna’s shoulder. The man that comes out of that room walks in time with the echoing, ethereal vocals ringing throughout the shop.

Black Docs blend into black jeans, ripped at the knees and following lean legs that go on for miles. A black t-shirt that’s form-fitting and snug around tattooed biceps, every inch of those arms covered an ink, down to fingernails stained with black polish. Septum and industrial piercings glint under the single overhead light as he passes under it, and two ink black moles peek out from under the ink black hair that hangs over two ink black eyes.

Jesus Christ.

He’s in front of you before you can put together that you’ve been staring up into his eyes for too long.

“Can I help you?” His voice isn’t welcoming, it’s deep and rough and irritated. You wonder when the devil made hell so hot.

“Uh-” You swallow, and Hinata’s elbow digs into your side, urging you. “The music-”

The devil sneers, and your brain whispers a quiet ‘thank you’ in response. “You’re really interrupting my piercer for this? He’s with a client.”

You blink. You remember the devil has a name. He’s just a man, and you’d be damned before you fold for him.

I’d rather he fold me in-

“Maybe your piercer should be professional and not forget he has a client, then. He wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

You see Akaashi and Iwaizumi turn over their shoulders to stare. They’d gone back to tattooing Akaashi’s back, but the gun switches off now, Iwaizumi’s eyebrows high on his forehead as he stares in amusement. Akaashi crosses his arms, watching with a quiet, unnerving smirk.

The devil–Sakusa Kiyoomi– leans down, planting his hands on the counter and leveling you with a glare that makes you shiver. “Is that all you can come up with?”

You drop your gaze, able to match anyone else’s but not his. Not his.

Your eyes land on his marked fingers, and you notice a piercing on his right hand that slices through his middle finger, between the second and third knuckles. Suna has the same one, now that you’re looking.

“‘s cute,” you mumble, nodding your head toward it. You lift your eyes to Sakusa’s, slapping a disinterested smile on your face. “Boyfriends?”

He stares back evenly, unfazed. “Brothers.”

You need this man like you need air.

“Do you need something,” he starts, voice cutting through every thought flying around your head. “Or are you just here to waste my time?”

The haze of him crashes down over you, and you remind yourself who you’re talking to.

It works.

“If my wine glasses start shattering, you can expect a bill from me,” you say, crossing your arms in irritation. He only lifts his brows, looking at you like you’re stupid.

“How about you just move your wine glasses away from the wall?”

You bristle, leaning forward and planting your hands on the counter, too. Hinata’s hand slips from your arm, and he gasps quietly, whispering your name. You don’t hear it, too busy getting in Sakusa’s face.

He looks briefly surprised to see you come so close, and his eyes flick down to your mouth before finding your gaze again. You smile politely, knowing he’ll see it for the insult it is.

“How about you just turn your music down?”

He smiles back, leaning closer, and you swear you can smell his shampoo.

“How about you just fuck off?”

You blink, eyes going wide. He’d said it with saccharine, but it stings across your skin like a slap to the face. You furrow your brows, hatred burning in you, but he’s sliding his eyes to the man beside you, looking at Hinata for the first time.

He gives the ginger a once-over, and then he slides his gaze back to yours, slow and purposeful and magnifying the whisper he lets out, breath fanning over your mouth.

“And get your little brother out of my fucking shop.”

He’s gone before you’re ready to let him leave, the door to his office slamming so hard that the windows behind you rattle.

You stare at it blankly, listening to Suna’s low whistle and Akaashi’s mocking snicker. Iwaizumi just shakes his head, visible in your periphery, and the tattoo gun starts up again. The song changes. Hinata tugs on your elbow, the words ‘let’s just go back’ said low in your ear.

You’re going to ruin him.

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yanderecrazysie · 6 months ago

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Rhododendron (Yandere Android! Oikawa and Iwaizumi)

Part 2 of the Flower Language Series

I got these meanings from the internet, so some may be wrong. Sorry if that is the case, but please ignore my mistakes.

Please do not request the Flower Language Series.

Title: Rhododendron

Pairings: Oikawa Tooru x Reader; Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder

Flower meaning: Danger, beware

Summary: There’s something off about your husband’s new androids.

“I know you don’t like me bringing home work, but this is going to blow your mind,” your husband said, one hand on your shoulders as he led you through the apartment to the living room, one hand over your eyes.

You had a half-smile on your lips, “This has to do with your ‘top secret new project’, doesn’t it?”

You came to a stop and he removed his hand from your eyes, saying, “You tell me.”

A gasp left your lips. In your doorway stood two tall, rather attractive men with their eyes closed. After a moment, something struck you as off about them, though you couldn’t put your finger on what it was. Maybe it was the way their skin shone under the fluorescent lights. Or maybe, the fact that their skin had no flaws whatsoever and their faces had perfect symmetry.

You spotted your husband’s company’s logo on their matching blue shirts and realization hit you.

“They’re- they’re robots, aren’t they?”

“Androids,” your husband was practically glowing, “I designed them myself. What do you think?”

“They look so real…” you left out the part where you found that to be very creepy.

“Just wait until they open their eyes,” your husband replied eagerly, misreading your hesitation, “The one on the left is called ‘Oikawa’. His model is designed for housekeeping and basic chores. The one on the right is ‘Iwaizumi’, and he’s kind of like an android guard dog.”

“And they’ll be… staying here?” you murmured, unsure of how you felt about their presence.

Your husband finally noticed that you were less than enthusiastic and began to squirm a little, “Well, yeah, just for a little while. They need to be tested so we can work out any bugs. They aren’t dangerous or anything, I promise.”

“And no one else can take them?” you asked in a small voice. You couldn’t help but shiver when you looked at them- something about them frightened you. Some part of you needed them gone.

The pained look on your husband’s face told you all you needed to know, and your heart sank. His voice was quiet when he spoke next, “I’m the lead designer on this project, so it’s required that I test them in a natural environment… I’m really sorry, honey.”

You squared your shoulders and forced a smile to your face, “It’s fine. It’s totally fine.”

“It doesn’t sound fine.”

“Well, like you said, we don’t really have a choice,” you said, unable to keep the sourness out of your voice this time.

“I’ll turn them on,” your husband said softly, “Maybe you’ll warm up to them.”

“I hope so,” you sighed. You didn’t mean to be so unsupportive, but you had both agreed to keep your work at the office and, sometimes, it felt like only you held up your side of the promise. Not to mention, his “work” this time around was very unsettling.

“Oikawa, Iwaizumi, turn on,” your husband commanded.

Their eyes opened at the same time- one pair brown and playful, one pair green and serious. Both androids turned their attention to your husband instantly, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that they were somehow watching you at the same time.

“I’m adding another authorized user,” he continued. He pointed at you and the androids’ eyes snapped to look at you, making your stomach twist in displeasure, “This is my wife, (Y/n).”

Iwaizumi nodded and said, “Understood.”

Oikawa, on the other hand, crossed the distance between you and held out his hand, a charming smile spreading across his face. You reluctantly let him take your hand in his and he lifted it to his lips. You shuddered at the coolness of his lips against the back of your hand. There was no warmth in his hands and lips. His “skin” was soft, but it lacked life.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sweetie” he said, his voice as sweet as honey.

You took your hand out of his and drew it against your chest. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer, so you merely nodded, a shiver crawling up your spine at his pleased smile.

You noticed the eager smile on your husband’s face and felt bad that you couldn’t match his enthusiasm. However, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the androids standing before you. Oikawa’s smile was unsettlingly perfect and Iwaizumi’s green eyes seemed to pierce through you.

“Why don’t I show you what they can do?” your husband suggested excitedly, “Oikawa, clean please. Iwaizumi, check all the doors and windows please.”

“Yes, sir,” the androids said in unison. You watched as Oikawa began tidying up the kitchen, his movements as fluid as a human’s. Iwaizumi, on the other hand, began to check the house, locking the windows that you had forgotten about.

Your husband placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, “See? They’re very helpful and you’ll barely notice they’re around.”

You highly doubted that you wouldn’t notice them, but you forced a smile, “I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”

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As the days passed, the androids seamlessly became a part of your household routine. Oikawa kept the house spotless, prepared meals, and engaged in small talk that was so eerily human-like that it unnerved you. Iwaizumi, on the other hand, rarely talked and guarded the front door and kept things locked up with military-like precision.

But the feeling of unease never stopped. Oikawa’s gaze always lingered on you for too long, and Iwaizumi seemed more interested in protecting you than your husband. You did your best to avoid being home when your husband was out.

One evening, you returned home from work to find the house unusually quiet. You were surprised that Oikawa was the one to let you in the house and lock the door behind you. It had always been Iwaizumi who did that.

“Good evening,” Oikawa said with a blindingly white-toothed smile, “How was your day, (Y/n)?”

“Good,” you replied, “Where’s Iwaizumi?”

“He’s outside, making sure everything is safe,” Oikawa said pleasantly, “What would you like for dinner?”

“I’m just going to rest, actually,” you said, “Is my husband home yet?”

“No, he is staying late at the office,” Oikawa replied.

That was odd, considering his big project was at the house and he was usually home early, working on the androids.

Oikawa’s head tilted, “You seem tense. Would you like a massage?”

You swallowed uneasily, “No thanks. I just want to rest. Alone.”

Oikawa nodded, but his intense gaze didn’t leave you as you hurried up the stairs and into your bedroom. You locked the door behind you, heart pounding. Something felt off, but you couldn’t figure out what it was.

Moments later, a knock sounded on the door. You froze, praying it wasn’t Oikawa. “Yes?” you called.

“It’s Iwaizumi,” the reply was muffled through the door, but his voice was steady, “I just wanted to let you know that you are safe now.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling as though the words meant something deeper, “Good night.”

“Good night,” Iwaizumi replied. You listened for the sound of retreating footsteps down the stairs but the sound never came. He was still standing outside your door.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and sent a text to your husband, asking when he’d be home. The wait for a response was excruciatingly long, but a reply finally came.

I’m still at the office, sweetie. Is everything okay?

You stared at the message for a full minute before you realized what it was that seemed off. He had never called you sweetie before. Suddenly, a memory resurfaced in your mind of Oikawa.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, sweetie.”

As you stood there, trying to make sense of it all, the door handle turned slightly, as if someone was testing it to see if it was locked. You stopped breathing for a moment before shakily calling out, “Iwaizumi, what are you doing?”

There was a long pause before he answered, “Please do not be alarmed, (Y/n). I must ensure your safety.”

Gathering your courage, desperate for answers and plagued by unease, you opened the door. Iwazumi’s eyes widened at the sight of you as you demanded, “Where is my husband?”

Iwaizumi’s gaze didn’t leave you, “Your husband is at work, overseeing additional development.”

You frowned, “Iwaizumi has anything… changed in your programming recently?”

A flicker of something crossed Iwaizumi’s face, “Our job has always been to ensure your safety and happiness.”

“And what about my husband’s safety and happiness?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes narrowed, “His safety is secondary to yours.”

A shiver shot down your spine and you quickly pushed past him, hurrying down the stairs. There was something you needed to know.

Oikawa was standing in the kitchen. Not cleaning or cooking, just standing there as though he were waiting for you to come down the stairs, a smile plastered on his face.

You headed for the door, ready to get in your car and get the hell out of your house and away from the androids, but Oikawa blocked your path.

“Out of my way!” you snapped.

“Where are you going?” Oikawa asked sweetly, “You aren’t safe out there, you know.”

“I need to talk to my husband, in person.”

Oikawa’s smile twisted into a victorious grin, “Why don’t you video call him right now?”

You shakily pulled out your phone, “Why a video call?”

“Then you’ll know we aren’t changing our voices to pretend to be him!” Oikawa said with a small chuckle.

You weren’t even aware they could do something like that. At least he’s being honest. You reassured yourself.

You pressed the video call option on your husband’s contact page and waited. It took a moment for you to comprehend what was on the other side of the screen.

When you did, you screamed, mind branded forever with the sight of the remains of your husband.

Behind you, Oikawa began to laugh.

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mellowmin · 2 years ago

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Walk him like a dog sis

Disclaimer: this is only MY PERSONAL OPINION and my own takes on these characters, please do not interact if you don't like or agree with this 💜

Inspired by the tiktok sound and some of the videos I saw on there 🤭

Content warnings: toxic relationship dynamics on some of these, very girlboss-ish hc's, ooc in the last one (just a what if scenario), mentions of mommy kink, masochistic traits & praise kink. Also last group has a very prominent "men are disposable" mindset/subtext, not to be taken literally or seriously at all.

Fem reader implied all throughout.

MDNI

𑁍 Trained puppies:

Will happily follow you around, grabbing onto you by your sleeve, the back of your shirt or your belt loop.

Wide eyes look at you like you hung the moon and the stars, will not hesitate to jump from their seat to get you anything you need, though they will at times use the puppy eyes to their advantage and it's very hard to say no to them.

Mommy issues? Maybe? Mommy kink at the very least lol, also praise kink. Baby them!! They love that shit and will eat up any attention from you.

When you're at a party, you'll pull them to you by their tie and they'll absolutely melt while letting you guide them to the dance floor like you have them on a leash.

The type to send you pictures of any cute or pretty thing they find because any sort of beauty makes them think of you.

Super needy, they'll wait in bed fighting off the sleep until you finish your skincare routine because they can't sleep well without you :(. Textbook definition of puppy love, they have eyes only for you and will hate to be separated from you for ANY amount of time. - Hinata Shoyo, Goshiki Tsutomu, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Azumane Asahi, Bokuto Kotarou, Nishinoya Yuu, Midoriya Izuku, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Togata Mirio.

𑁍 Guard dogs:

They spoil you like crazy, princess treatment is real when you're with them.

The type to kneel in front of you and untie your shoes while looking up at you like you're doing them a favor for letting them. When I say these men WORSHIP YOU I mean it.

Super protective, they know and live by the sidewalk rule; and lord have mercy on the poor soul if they think someone is bothering you. WILL NOT TOLERATE anyone talking shit about you in any way. Also "dress however you want, I can fight".

As soon as they get the slightest suspicion that your feet hurt you are up on their arms. Don't even think about carrying anything heavier than your phone. Consider them your personal handbag. Will spoon feed you if you allow them too, gently dabbing your face with a napkin after every other bite.

They refuse to let you pay for anything, as soon as the cashier asks 'cash or credit?' They're rushing to get their wallet out. They sometimes will give you their credit card and ORDER you to buy anything you want.

WOULD absolutely carry you on their shoulders the whole day if they could, but they need to work to earn the money to keep giving you the life you deserve :')

You know those kinda cringe videos that go "my hands look like this so that hers can look like this"?? Yeah that's them lol - Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Atsumu, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Sawamura Daichi, Ukai Keishin, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, also Kirishima lol.

𑁍 Bratty Lap dogs:

Stink eyes to anyone that tries to approach either of you. They're not interested in anyone else and they'd rather die than stand by and let someone steal your attention from them.

Their favorite activity is to cuddle you and snack and they WILL voice their displeasure if your little sessions are interrupted. Will stay hours with their head buried in your neck if you let them. Will leave hickeys on you if you're not careful enough!! They'll do it in places that you won't easily see but others will see clearly too.

They're super needy and sometimes have a hard time understanding your need for personal space like wym we can't go to the bathroom together 🤨. On that note, you never have to ask them to come with you anywhere, as soon as you grab your keys they're putting their shoes on. They never give you that "u can come if u want" bullshit, they let you know that if you're not going, they aren't going.

Talk shit about anyone that you don't like to them, they act like they don't care but they love the gossip and will say things to keep you talking. They trust your gut and your criteria for liking or not liking people; if you tell them you don't like someone you don't even have to give them a reason, they'll drop that person in a second.

They will tease you and clown you anytime they have the chance, but it's like they forget they're the biggest simp ever lol. Try to give them the silent treatment, they won't last longer than 6 hours.

Will check your friends if they seem disloyal. As soon as they get sent a 'hiiii :)" from one of your friends, they're warning you about them. They will encourage you to cut off toxic people from your life, whether it's friends or family but they'll never force you to stop talking to someone on their account.

They will support you in ANYTHING, they're your ride or die and they will defend you until they die no matter what you do. "Oh, (y/n) killed someone? Well I'm sure that person did something to deserve it." They will make a fool of themselves to protect your honor lol.

- Sakusa Kiyoomi, Oikawa Tooru, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintarou, Tendou Satori, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi, Kozume Kenma, Kageyama Tobio, Shinsou Hitoshi, Monona Neito, Sero Hanta, Aizawa Shouta, Takami Keigo.

BONUS:

𑁍 Domesticated Hound dogs:

Heavily toxic relationship dynamics, unrealistic representation of a fuckboy, kinda mean reader.

Former fuckboy turned into a begging mess by the bad bitch he shouldn't have messed with.

He tried to play it cocky from the start and play you like all the girls before you, but you knew his game and played him like a fiddle.

When several girls messaged you to warn you about your new boytoy -the man paying for your groceries every week in hopes that you'll give him two hours of your weekend- you knew that you were given a chance by the heavens to do some good karmic work, for every girl whose heart he played with, you'll make him your bitch. Every time you leave him on read is a win for the girls.

At first, he thought you were just playing hard to get and considered you a 'fun challenge' but soon enough he's only answering your texts, all other girl's numbers are forgotten and he finds that hooking up with random girls only makes him think about you more. He found himself becoming more vulnerable when talking to you, actually sharing parts of him in an honest way instead of doing it in order to get sympathy points from you.

This man used to be a professional at ghosting and you got him answering your texts in 0.5 SECONDS. In the beginning he was all like "im not looking for anything serious tho lol" and you were like "yeah I could tell, not like you'd be good for anything serious lol" LMAO HES LEFT STARING AT HIS PHONE FOR 7 MINUTES STRAIGHT AFTER THAT.

Like YES BE MEAN TO HIM. He's gotta be a masochist; every time he gets a mean response (or no response at all) he becomes more desperate for having you praise him and coddle him like all the other girls used to do in order to keep him to themselves.

Lmfao meeting you was a humbling experience, you got him getting into his car at 2 am to see you for 15 minutes as long as he pays for your next nail appointment. You are true poetic justice coming into his life to ruin his bad boy persona.

At some point he tries to get cocky again and acts like he's back to his old ways, but you drop him so fast and so coldly that he gets whiplash. You show this man that you won't hesitate to dump the trash if he doesn't make something good of himself. You teach him really fast that you won't deal with his nonsense, and you WILL find him a replacement if he displeases you. The withdrawal he gets from you giving him radio silence is insane.

In the end though, you end up whipping him into a decent man and dare I say a good boyfriend who by this point is absolutely addicted to you. - Oikawa Tooru, Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu, Togata Mirio, Monoma Neito, Shinsou Hitoshi, Sero Hanta, Takami Keigo.

Comment or add in tags if you want me to add any characters! I probably missed a lot lol.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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avocadotoasting · 2 years ago

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headcanon blurbs: chubby!darling and haikyuu characters

nsfw | gn reader | chubby/plus-sized reader | possessive themes

they find beauty in all shapes in sizes, finding wonderful things to enjoy in everyone when it comes to looks. it just so happened their eyes fell on you--a lovely, darling thing that caused their heart to jump out of their chest since the first day they met you. it’s often you find them snaking their arms around your waist to sneak some kisses from behind, then squeezing you against them so you can’t run away. on date nights they hope to parade you around as they know they have their hand around the waist of the hottest person they know--their grip tightening anytime someone approaches. fuck, they love how their hands feel on their flesh--something about it makes them a little dizzy. after a full day of spoiling you (they strongly urged to shop for you in a lingerie store,) sitting firmly against you, offering bites of their own dinner to you and watching intently as your lips encircled their fork, teasing you all night, consider them eager to strip you and bend you in all sorts of ways as they fuck you into the bed. every way your body folds and softens at all angles is nothing but a vision in their eyes. hands, mouth--anything they can do to watch you sing for them and watch your delicious body arch is not underutilized.

in the morning, they especially struggle letting go of you after a lovely night of sleeping in each other’s arms.

hinata, sugawara, asahi, SAEKO, (ukai), kuroo, YAKU, oikawa, aone, koganegawa, konoha, USHIJIMA, aran, iizuna, komori, (hoshiumi), gao

this crowd does have a particular type, and they are not afraid to voice it nor pursue it. you certainly caught their attention without even trying. even during the flirting stage they’d do just about anything to close the space in between you two; you may even find them annoying with how doting they are, begging you (one way or another) for a chance. catch them being almost a guard dog around you with how territorial they get when others approach you; god forbid your body put anyone else under the same trance and spell they’re under, and god forbid anyone else touch what is rightfully theirs. there are few times when their hands aren’t on you. there are few times when with you they aren’t cooing to you and singing your praises. when going out, they strongly push for you to wear the tighter fits for them--anything that lets a little something spill out or hug you extra tight. greedy hands under the table at a romantic dinner are eager to tease you in public. their lips remain next to your ear whispering temptations to sneak off to the bathroom because waiting until returning home is agony when you are so perfect and soft right beside them. the instant you return home, there is no time to waste. but if you really want to make their night, it’s you who straddles them--and no amount of watching your flesh pour out of bundled fabric, hands clawing at your thighs, or sloppy, drooling kisses in between lovedrunk exchanges will be enough for them through the entire night. they swore they didn’t have this kind of stamina until they met you.

they strongly insist to wait on you in the morning, as they did get a bit carried away in their lovemaking to you. but nothing beats their breakfast in bed, anyway.

NISHINOYA, (tsukishima), daichi, matsukawa, iwaizumi, LEV, alisa, futakuchi, BOKUTO, tendou, osamu, hirugami

#chubby reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x chubby reader #haikyuu imagines #gn reader #toast.nsfw #toast.headcanons #mfw projecting...............................#can u tell im a short king liker #haikyuu hcs #let me have fun let me write chubby reader -swings my arms in a boxing ring-#plus size reader #come to think of it all the iron wall members ended up here too. idk that also feels appropriate #i feel like being a hard manual laborer would make u seek out softer bodies but THATS MY OPNIONNNN #anyway hi everyone

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stars-tonight · 4 months ago

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helloooo!! i'd like to be 🪞 anon pls and i would really really like a long romantic haikyuu matchup...i'm a girl who'd like a male partner my ideal partner is someone who's headstrong and determined. someone who's protective of me and always hears me out instead of throwing fits. i love smart guys aswell. i'm also extremely anti-social, so he should make the first move cause i cant talk to guys to save my life lmao. plus point if he makes an effort to like the movies i do, songs i like that's so cute ngl i'm super quiet, and have a rbf which makes me super unapproachable to some people (sadly) im honestly rather goofy once you get to know me!! i'm also a very awkward person and zone out easily. i'm also chronically online so all my friends call me freaky as a joke lmao. that being said, i do have friends, just not?? guy friends?? (i rarely talk to guys) my hobbies are writing poems, reading and cooking! i also love playing the guitar and singing (i'm awfully bad. my vocals suck) my love language is quality time and acts of service. my mbti is istj and i love the movie mamma mia (i'm a fan of abba) thank you so much for reading !

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🥛 iwaizumi fits your ideal partner list very well: determined and headstrong, protective, intelligent (at least not dumb lol)

🥛 he's also calm and would never throw a fit (he's seen what fits look like because oikawa throws them and he made a silent promise himself to never act like that)

🥛 when you first start dating, he might give you the cold shoulder when you're fighting, but later on in the relationship he learns that talking things out is the only way to really solve them

🥛 i imagine iwaizumi has never actually liked anyone before, but once he does he wouldn't be afraid to go for what he wants and would ask them on a date

🥛 he definitely wouldn't be intimidated by your rbf because, well, let's be honest, he's iwaizumi hajime

🥛 it might take him a while to ask you out just because he's never done it before and is new to the whole dating thing

🥛 but he'll eventually do it, showing up at your doorstep with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a meticulously planned date

🥛 although he hates to do it, he probably ends up getting advice from oikawa (this may have been unsolicited advice though) about the best places / things to do on a date

🥛 he doesn't strike me as a player, so he'd probably have to talk to or be friends with someone for a while before asking them out

🥛 as a boyfriend, iwaizumi would be super protective and attentive

🥛 he'd want to see everything that makes you happy, so he'd definitely give your favorite movies and songs a watch / listen

🥛 i headcanon iwaizumi can cook

🥛 so he'd love to have a little at-home cooking date with you

🥛 he doesn't read very often but he'll do it sometimes

🥛 he prefers to be active; he goes on morning jogs and has a premium gym membership lol

🥛 he won't butter you up and tell you your singing is great (in fact, he'll probably tease you about it) but he'll secretly take videos of you because you're cute

🥛 his giving love language is acts of service, which he shows through homemade meals for you or how he tucks you into bed when you fall asleep on the couch

🥛 he also just likes spending time with you in general

🥛 iwaizumi is a serious guy, especially when it comes to dating, so he dates to marry and makes sure you're truly the one before he does anything he may regret

🥛 but that's how you also know he'll be the most loyal, protective guard dog angel ever

runner up for you was sawamura daichi!

A/N: hi 🪞anon! hope you liked your matchup :)

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu headcanons #hq headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyu x reader #haikyuu matchup #matchups #haikyuu x reader

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spikeandset · 5 months ago

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Please please please!! - Oikawa

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Masterlist

Actors

Toru Oikawa

A flirtatious actor that has just put out his big break movie. The movie is known for being provocative and different, causing some audiences to love it and some to hate it. He’s known to be a flirt with female interviewers, however he doesn’t really date. Mostly just flirts, gives smiles and such at girls. Seemingly always claims he wants to get a girlfriend but never actually does, is known to have commitment issues and move on from various girls very quickly.

Shoyo Hinata and Haijime Iwaizumi

Shoyo Hinata

An actor and best friends with y/n. Has known them since child actor days and they have been together as friends since.

Hajime Iwaizumi

Oikawa best friend, isn’t all that well known, but has made a few cameos in his work. Is also known as his friend (he hates that) and will occasionally be his plus one at premieres, tends to keep to himself.

Atsumu Miya

The man the myth the legend. Child actor you met on set of one of your first shows. You guys grew up together and thought you were having a fun little friends to lovers storyline. But in reality he was cheating on Yachi with you. He made it sound as if you didn’t care about Yachi or any of her feelings, and made you look bad. You will never forgive him.

Tobio Kageyama

Super scary looking guy that attends as Hinatas plus one frequently. Very well known around Hinatas fanbase, some super fans even ask for his signature! Really well known in the volleyball community but thats about it, he is your scary guard dog most times and scares creeps away from you when needed.

#haikyu fluff #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu oikawa #hq oikawa #oikawa fluff #oikawa tooru #oikawa toru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x y/n #hq atsumu #miya atsumu #iwazumi hajime #hinata shoyuo

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mintmatcha · 2 years ago

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ohhhhhhhhh mint hybrid guard dog kyotani n owner iwaizumi considering their dynamic in the show …. So protective over their little bunny. I could cry.

iwaizumi grabbing kyos face so scoling him over being too rube to their perfect little bunny

#hybrid tw

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whatisreggieshortfor · 2 years ago

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Aquarium Meet Cute

You were just trying to give your team the day off. And then they disappeared. But atleast you met a cute guy?

Watari x reader

It was a day off for your team.

You don’t remember who even made the suggestion, but you found yourself tracking a team of giants through the Kanagawa Aquarium.

But you somehow managed to lose all of them but Yamamoto.

You cursed yourself under your breath, rubbing at your temples. “Why did I agree to manage this team? I bet the Red Falcons wouldn’t give me this much of a headache, Aran knows how to control his players.”

“You’d leave us?” You turned, seeing Yamamoto’s pouting face and sighed. He was declared your official team simp by the rest of VC Kanagawa, and honestly as much as it surprised his high school captain you found him the easiest to control because of it- but you didn’t know why he was surprised, you had gone to school with them. He always knew you weren’t interested, so he never truly pursued you, but he was also your best friend.

“No.” You sighed again, “I’m not going to leave you guys. Remember, the Sendai Frogs already offered me a position and I turned it down to stay with you.” You had to reach to pat him gently on the head, only to be caught off guard by a voice behind you.

“You may have dodged a bullet in turning that job down.” You spun, almost tripping over Yamamoto’s leg beside you, as you came face to face with a man wearing a uniform for the aquarium. A very cute man wearing a uniform for the aquarium. “An old high school teammate of mine plays for Sendai, he was… I don’t think there is a word to really cover how aggressive he is.”

Yamamoto snorted but tried to cover it up before muttering, “You’ve clearly never seen Y/N when we do things they don’t like.”

“Taketora.” You glared at him, “Watch it.” He nodded frantically, almost looking afraid to disagree, as you turned back to the worker, “I think I’ve met who you’re talking about, Kyotani?”

The man smiled again, nodding as he laughed, “We called him Mad Dog. Iwaizumi- our ace-“

“I know Iwa.” You laughed, “I’ve worked with him training these idiots.”

He nodded his head in understanding, “Iwa was the only one that could get to do anything, Yahaba seemed to learn for our third year though.”

You hummed, but Yamamoto laughed again, “Yeah, no, he tried to get in Y/N’s face because his spike couldn’t make it past their block, and Y/N shut him down and somehow managed to have him clean their gym. And then he came to our gym that weekend and cleaned it. Y/N had to scold the team so we’d stop watching in amazement.”

“Tora-“ you pinched your brow, getting ready to glare him into next week, when the cute guy laughed.

“That’s amazing. Where were you when I had to play with him?”

Yamamoto thumped your shoulder with his, with a big grin on his face, “Going to Nekoma with me.”

The former Seijoh player nodded, seeming to take a step back, “Fair point,” his smile seemed to turn more polite, “Well, I will let you get back to your date.”

“Oh, no-“ you snorted, Taketora looking only mildly hurt since he knew those feelings weren’t reciprocated, “No, we are not- this is not-“

He looked almost relieved, “My bad, I’m Watari, by the way.”

“There’s Y/N!” You turned to see Riseki rapidly approaching with Chigaya and Chita and the rest of the team in tow, “I told you we left them near the clownfish!”

“No surprise Yamamoto is still with them.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, staring them down as their steps slowed on their approach, “Boys-“

“Hey, we’re men! And-“ the words died on his tongue as you raised an eyebrow before you continued.

“Boys.” You repeated, looking into each of their faces, “You were given one warning before you got off the bus. Do not leave my presence. And what did you do?”

“Well we-“ Chigaya started, stepping forward and puffing his chest before your glare shot back to him and stepped back, “…we left your side.”

“And what does that mean now?” You heard snickering behind you, glancing to see Watari looking beyond amused before turning back to your team. And then you waited.

Yamamoto jumped like a puppy who’s owner just came home after a long day, “It means that whoever left your side has to clean the gym without your help, your office without your help, and coach’s office without your help for two weeks every day after practice.”

You patted his head again, “And as the only one that didn’t run away, you get to skip practice once without coach’s approval, seeing as he gave pre approval because he didn’t think anyone would stay with me, and you don’t have to help clean anything for those two weeks.”

“Dammit.” Riseki sighed, “I told you we were gonna be in major trouble.”

“You were the first to branch off!” Chita snapped back, not looking any less ashamed than he had before.

“To the bus.” You pointed toward the exit, “Now. And just for the record, I’ve never seen coach throw anything away. You’ll have your work cut out for you.”

Riseki stubbed his toe against the ground, the other patrons of the aquarium staring as you barked this group of towers out the door, “We aren’t children.”

“If you aren’t children, I guess we don’t need to stop for food on the way back.”

“No- what? We haven’t eaten since lunch!”

“Exactly.” You smirked, turning back to Watari, who looked beyond intrigued in what was happening, “Sorry. It was good to meet you, and I really wish I could stay but- CHITA YOU LEAVE YAMAMOTO ALONE! He is not the reason you’re in trouble!” You smiled apologetically, kicking the players you could reach as you followed them back to the bus. You sighed as you took your seat near the driver, “I can’t believe you jackasses. He was really cute too.”

“Hey, you made us leave.” One of them grumbled, only to shrink in his seat when you stood to look back at him.

You sank back into your own seat, crossing your arms over your chest and pondering the cute guy you could’ve tried and, probably, failed to hit on.

You were busy smirking with Yamamoto, who was too busy FaceTiming with Tanaka, as the rest of the team went about their new extra cleaning duties. Riseki poked his head out of your office, “Is there anything in here that we need to worry about when it comes to trash or like… personal things?”

“I locked all important papers in my desk, and all personal items have been stowed in my bag and at home.” You answered, “You are safe to clean it.”

“… Chita has decided that means trash everything.”

You shrugged, he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but before you could reply there was a knock echoing off the open gym door and you started speaking as you turned, “Hey! This is the official gym for VC Kanagawa, is there something I can do for-“

Your voice faded to nothing as you locked eyes with Watari, who offered an awkward wave but a sweet smile, “Hey, sorry, I got a call to come by here?”

Yamamoto’s head snapped up from his phone, “Hey country boy! Glad you could make it.”

Watari laughed, “Yeah, Tanaka gave me a call, too. Apparently I’m supposed to say ‘didn’t I say I’d be here, city boy?’”

Your best friend grinned, “I’m gonna give these guys a hand, you two talk.”

Watari laughed as Yamamoto shoved his way into your office, “He isn’t subtle, is he?”

“Not even a little bit.” You chuckled, “What made you come here exactly?”

He shrugged, “He called me, told me if I wanted a chance with you then I needed to come by, also told me if you granted me a chance with you he’d kill me before he watched me hurt you.”

“Aw,” you cooed jokingly, “he does care.”

“He does,” Watari grinned, “So how about that chance?”

You glanced back at your office, overstuffed with professional volleyball players that were already too big to fit more than two in there and were now stuck shoulder to shoulder as most of them crammed into the small room, before turning back, “Would you be interested in getting a coffee with me?”

He nodded his head to the players, “You don’t need to stay and watch them?”

You smirked, “You kidding? I told them they had to scrub that room spotless. There’s been a stain on that carpet that even professionals can’t get out that my predecessor put there. They’ll be here all night.”

Watari laughed brightly, “Amazing. Alright, my treat. There’s a great cafe down the street.”

You glanced back on your way out, Yamamoto meeting your gaze and shooting you a thumbs up.

Masterlist

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x female reader #Watari x reader #watari shinji #because apparently he works at an aquarium in time skip #yamamoto taketora #yamamoto & reader

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kozukenkitten · 1 year ago

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I would love a haikyuu or bnha matchup I don’t mind 💕

I couldn’t find the rules I’m sorry. If I did something wrong please feel free to delete or ignore this, but I’m just going to base off my matchup request with someone who already asked you.

Hello my name is Beth for short, can it be one of the male teachers, male students and male villains?(for both haikyuu or bnha) I am straight 5,0. I have long dark brown hair with bleached ends. I have really dark brown eyes like almost can’t see the pupil dark, I have medium chest size and thicc thighs and just a bit squishy tummy. I have a lot of bandages and scars and bruises. And my fashion sense is Yami kawaii, and have black round glasses which is big.I’m shy with people I’m not familiar with and then with people who I’m very close with I become a guard-dog with violent tendencies I get angry pretty easily.

I am an Aries, my hobbies are collecting stuffed animals, playing with animals, drawing cutesy gore and love children, listening to music too. I’m a hufflepuff💛

That’s all and love you and take care of yourself you mean a lot💕💕

No worries dearie, this is perfect! I'll do Haikyuu for you! <3

My first thought on who to pair you with is Kyotani Kentaro! This man's absolutely feral, but he's also got a heart of gold deep down, and I can picture him being so incredibly soft with you.

At first, it's a case of opposites attract, and sure as shit they try not to, and let me tell you, y'all fail miserably. Kyotani cannot stop himself from stealing glances at you in class, he cannot get over the cute person with the gorgeous thicc thighs, dreamily soft tummy, and cuteass glasses. Quiet as you are, he doesn't expect to be as interested as he is, but damn, is he interested, right off the bat. (This man is obsessed from the get-go, dude, I don't make the rules - well, I kind of do, but shh.)

And the first time he sees you defending your best friend, your face alight with fury and practically snarling, ready to lunge at the poor bastard that dared to pick on someone you love? It takes everything in his body to keep himself from going feral on your behalf and beating up whatever sorry soul pissed you off. On one hand, he's fending off the urge to fight a guy for a person he hardly knows, on the other, he's fighting the urge to march up to the same person he barely knows and give you the most heated kiss of your life. That's the day he decides he can't keep trying to ignore you any longer, and the very next day, he waits for a quiet moment where he can catch you off guard and gruffly tell you to eat with him (what can I say? This man's bad at asking, good at telling. Put him in his place, please, I beg of you, he'll let you). If you accept right off the bat, great. If you decline, expect for him to frown and act even more like a tsundere, before he eventually loses it and forces out a request for a date a few weeks later after being lectured on proper dating etiquette by Oikawa and Iwaizumi after he begrudgingly gets roped into asking for their advice.

This man will respect your bruises and your scars (both physical and emotional), and will listen to you if you decide you want to tell him about them, but he will never push you to tell him if you don't want to. His door's always open to you, and if you extend an open-door policy to him, he will absolutely climb in through your window after practice and spend the night with you, holding you close and wondering how he got lucky enough to find someone who is both so similar to him and yet so different from him at the same time.

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petboymart · 2 years ago

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guard dog rescue!iwaizumi x fem!reader x pure bread lap dog!oikawa pt. 2 NSFW

pt. 1

tw/cw: fem!reader, mxm, mxm anal, no lube but no pain bc i said so, threesome, degradation, praise, sub!oikawa & reader, dom!iwaizumi, use of “alpha”, impact play, hair pulling (not reader), nicknames for oikawa “pretty boy, baby”, nicknames for reader “little one, good girl, pretty girl, baby”, cum eating

“okay pretty boy,” iwa starts, “i think you’ve been punished enough. why don’t you flip over so you can make your alpha cum?”

oikawa whined from his place on the bed, quickly doing as instructed. even lifting his ass in the air to give iwaizumi easier access. the later hummed appreciatively and gave the pure breed puppy a firm smack to his already sore ass.

“hmm,” iwaizumi hummed. he glanced over to you, felt showing the remainders of bliss, “actually, i’ve changed my mind.”

the pup threaded his fingers through oikawas hair and yanked the prissy man up so that oikawas back was pressed to iwaizumis chest. iwa reached his free hand down to untie the leash binding oikawas wrists. once he was done, he looked at you again and smiled smugly.

“little one,” he spoke while tugging oikawas hair, “get in front of toru. spread your legs nice and wide for me.” you obediently crawl where he wanted you settling on your back and spreading your legs as requested, “good girl” his free hand moves to softly rub your thigh. iwaizumi had a soft smile from your obedience that morphed into a sinister grin when he turned his attention to oikawa. the laters ears were pressed flat to his head and his short tail was tucked between his legs. he had desperation all over his face but knew better than to complain. iwaizumis tail began to wag softly at the pure breeds helplessness, satisfied with his submission after over a month of bratty behavior. he moved his hand from your thigh, dipping into your cunt to gather your slick. after shushing your whimpers of sensitivity he moves his fingers to oikawas hole to begin prepping him to take his cock.

he moved his lips next to oikawas ear and muttered his next words lowly. “here’s what’s gone happen, you,” he tugged on oikawas hair again, earning a pitchy whine, “are gonna make up for your shitty attitude by making me cum,” he withdrew his hand from oikawas hair before pushing him forward, the brunette now hovering over you, “while you make our pretty girl cum. you aren’t allowed to cum until you’ve done that, do you understand?”

oikawa, now somewhat distracted by your breasts in his face, hummed in response. quickly followed by a yelp when iwaizumi smacked his ass. iwaizumis voice was dark when he spoke, “i said, do. you. understand.”

“yes alpha,” oikawa sighed, but almost dreamily.

iwaizumi gave him another spank, softer than the first, “good boy”

iwaizumi continued to prep oikawa, now up to three fingers. you ran your fingers through oikawas hair and gently scratched his back while you waited. his tail began to wag softly as he sighed in content. your post orgasm bliss had subsided and you were more than willing to go another round.

the yearning oikawa had to kiss you must have been obvious since iwaizumi said, “you can kiss her baby, it’s okay. just don’t get ahead of yourself.” the last part was much more stern than the soft tone he used previously. but oikawa was all too eager to finally get his lips on you. tail wagging quickly, sloppy kisses were placed all over your face, then down your neck, your breasts, and back up to begin all over again. the only time he stopped was to let our little whines and whimpers from the now four fingers iwaizumi had inside of him.

“okay, start pushing into our pretty girl toru”

ever the eager one, oikawa scrambled to follow his order. he slowly began to push into your dripping cunt. rocking his hips to push in little by little.

“that’s a good boy”

oikawa whined at the praise, his hips slightly picking up their pace. soft moans began to tumble out of your lips as the slight uncomfortable stretch morphed into pleasure

once oikawas hips were pressed against your own iwaizumi began sinking his own cock into oikawas prepped hole. oikawa wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your hair. all while whimpering that it was too much and he couldn’t take it. you once again began scratching his head and back, rubbing his soft floppy ears and cooing soft praises of how well he was doing. iwaizumi was too focused on not cumming too soon to care about oikawas whiny complaints. after what felt like an eternity for the boys, iwaizumis hips were almost flush with oikawas ass. the fluffy tail of the pure breed getting in the way.

all it took was one thrust. one perfectly aimed thrust against oikawas prostate and the pup was done for. he came with a strangled moan mixed with a sob, and a few grinds of his hips into your own. all three of you knew what just happened and all three of you remember what iwaizumi told oikawa in the beginning, “you aren’t allowed to come until you’ve done that”. “that” being making you and iwaizumi cum.

the brunettes ears pressed flat to his head, you’re sure his tail would have been tucked if iwaizumi wasn’t taking up the space between his legs. “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i tried-i tried to keep it in i promise i’m sorry,” the hybrid rushed out, hiding his face in your neck in shame. you looked at iwaizumi with pleading eyes, silently begging him to not punish oikawa anymore. the guard dog sighed, and oikawa tensed, mentally preparing for another punishment.

“i know toru, i know you tried.” iwaizumis words shocked oikawa. who slowing began turning his head to look at the former. “i think you’ve learned your lesson, so i won’t punish you anymore,” oikawas tail began to wag softly, “but,” oikawa tensed again, “you still have to make us cum. i don’t care if you’re sensitive.”

oikawa nodded his head quickly. he was not going to do anything to land himself in hot water again.

“that’s a good boy toru, i’m proud of you” iwaizumis words made oikawas tail begin wagging harshly.

oikawa didn’t even move his hips. iwaizumis harsh grip and brute strength pulled his body in time with his thrusts, which in turn propelled oikawa into your sensitive pussy. oikawa still had one arm wrapped around your waist, the hand of the other was rubbing your clit in sloppy circles. oikawa still had his head buried by your ear, muttering praises and leaving love bites along your neck.

“you feel so good, so soft, so warm,” punctuating with a whine and a bite to your neck when iwaizumi hit his spot.

you, being sensitive from your previous orgasm, and iwa, being sensitive from fucking you, quickly built up your orgasms. you reached yours first, oikawas lips loving to your nipples, sucking and nibbling the flesh all while rubbing your clit.

“haji-hajime can i-ah-can i please,” cut off white a squeak due to oikawa biting your nipple.

“such a good girl asking to cum,” his words were clearly strained, trying his hardest not to stutter, “yes you can baby, go ahead and cum for us.”

you let out a strangled moan before reaching your second orgasm, letting out the prettiest noises that were music to their ears. oikawa clenched up when he felt your cunt squeeze his sensitive cock, triggering iwaizumis own release. the later digging his blunt nails into oikawas hips and hunching over to sink his teeth into his neck. filling the pure breed with sticky white cum.

after a moment to ride out your highs and calm your breathing, iwaizumi pulled out of oikawa. he groaned and the cum that began to drip out. he then watched the mess that was left of your pussy after oikawa pulled out as well.

oikawa flopped onto his back, head resting on the pillows. it was then that iwaizumi noticed that oikawas cum covered cock was hard once more. he also knew that the hybrid wouldn’t ask to be relieved after breaking the rule iwa had set earlier. as oikawa sat with his eyes closed, willing his erection to go away, iwaizumi scooped some of the mess out of your cunt, placing a finger over his lips to make sure you stay quiet, he didn’t want oikawa to pick up on his plan. after three of his fingers were thoroughly covered in the mix of your and oikawas cum, iwaizumi put his hand out of oikawas line of sight before giving his em next order. with his tail wagging in excitement, he spoke softly, “toru, baby,” the man in question opened his eyes to look at iwaizumi, “don’t you think you should clean up the mess you made?” iwaizumi tilted his head towards you.

oikawas face lit up, “can i? please?” his eyes danced between you and iwaizumi, unsure of who he was asking.

you nodded your consent, and iwaizumi said, “of course you can.”

when oikawa began to push up on his elbows to lay between your legs, iwa pushed him back down. iwaizumi looked at you and tilted his head to oikawa, an exited look on his face. you understood what he was insinuating, and crawled over to oikawa before straddling his face, facing away from iwaizumi. his look of confusion morphed into one of understanding, then excitement. he quickly grasped your hips and yanked you down so that you were fully sitting on his face. immediately he began sloppily licking and sucking every inch of skin he could reach. Desperate to drink every drop of your sweet slick that he could.

being as sensitive as you were, the pleasure was instant and intense. you could feel his floppy ears twitch with every sound you made, and you could see his hips wiggle, from the wag of his tail or need for stimulation, you’re not sure. when he began sucking on your clit you closed your eyes and threw your head back in pleasure. you’re not sure why iwaizumi wanted this. you would wonder if he likes watching the two of you or if he truly just wanted you to cum again if your mind wasn’t so far gone.

in reality, it was neither. while iwaizumi does enjoy watching the two of you, as well as wanting you to feel as good as possible, he had an ulterior motive. oikawa had been such a good boy. he deserved a reward, just like you were getting now for being such a good girl. he wanted the both of you distracted while he used his slicked up fingers to spread himself open. he began the moment you sat down and was now prepped enough to take oikawas cock. he crawled across the bed and moved to straddle oikawa. he did make some noise but the two of you were too distracted to notice. oikawa moaned when iwaizumi grabbed his cock and gave him a few strokes. he probably thought is was you, his train of thought not functional enough to register the roughness.

iwaizumi lined up oikawas cock with his own hole and sunk down in one go. moaning at the feeling. oikawa squeaked and moaned into your pussy, his grip on your hips getting harsher. you noticed he had stopped his movement and glanced down to see his eyes crossed. you glanced behind you and were met with a flush iwaizumi fully seated on oikawas cock. you could see his long tail swishing behind him in happiness.

soon, iwaizumi noticed oikawa had halted his ministrations, he placed a firm smack on his thigh. “if you stop for too long, i’ll get off and you won’t be allowed to cum again.” and though the threatening tone was there, you could hear how iwaizumis voice wavered.

once oikawa had resumed his licking, iwaizumi began rocking back and forth along his cock, which eventually morphed into bouncing.

oikawa moaned, whined, and made any other notice possible into your cunt. the vibrations on your over stimulated pussy had you cumming in no time flat. your mouth open in a soundless scream, eyes rolled back into your head, and black and white spots danced in your vision. you felt your orgasm all the way from your head to your toes. however, oikawa wasn’t done. it was as if he was on autopilot. simply licking and sucking away without a thought behind his eyes.

you reached down to stroke his ears and scratch his head. he bucked his hips into iwaizumis, the later moaning and clenching at the unexpected movement. the sudden tightness pushed oikawa over the edge, iwaizumi slowing his bounces to a slow grind, and began stroking himself to completion, which didn’t take much time at all and he painted oikawas abs with his cum. you climbed off oikawas face and crawled to lick the sticky fluid off his stomach, and clean of iwaizumis cock.

“good girl, that’s a very good girl” he spoke in a hoarse voice.

he lifted himself off of oikawas cock, which you also cleaned. iwaizumi gave you a kiss on the head and moved you to the center of the bed to his right, then reaching over you to pull oikawa in. after oikawa snuggled into your side, iwaizumi placed a kiss on his forehead. his lips, cheeks, and chin were covered in your slick. iwaizumi licked the brunette face before placing a kiss on his lips. oikawa bore a content smile as his tail began to wag, though now it was slow from his exhaustion. iwaizumi snuggled into your other side but reached his arm over you to rest on oikawas waist. with your tired eyes, you could see the rise and fall of the blanket from the lazy wag of iwaizumis tail.

he looked over at oikawa, who was beginning to fall asleep, “are you don’t being a brat now?”

oikawa hummed in agreement and nodded. then spoke in a tired tone, “but i’m still not sharing my toys.”

you giggled and iwaizumi growled a little, but ultimately let it go in favor of resting his head on top of yours and drifting off, similar to oikawa on your chest. and soon enough, you followed suit.

a/n: it’s interesting to see how my writing has changed since i started here! and i’m sorry this is kinda short, but at last! i finally finished this part two that has had a chokehold on me for over a year :)

-eden<3

#eden !!#petboy mart !!#haikyuu petboys #haikyuu petboys !!#puppyboy aisle !!#puppy!oikiawa !!#guarddog iwaizumi !!#guard dog!iwaizumi !!

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ur-resident-golden-cherri · 2 years ago

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black girl anime headcanons ☁️ fluffy ☁️

blk girl hair headcanons for anime characters (with HQ, JJK, One Piece, MHA, KNY/Demon Slayer)

Soft bois

-would be so so gentle with you. it can get annoying at times bc he can act like u fragile (all good intentions tho)

-getting matching durag and bonnet sets when you come over and or leave your hair stuff at ur house 🥺

-wash day is a team effort. periodt. this man is fully prepared for anything, has done his research, brings al ur supplies you need to you, like whatever you need, HE IS THERE!!!!!

-you best BELIEVE this mf has silk sheets and pillowcases ready for you when you coming over. manz cannot stand it leave his boo hangin- 👑

-will always be gentle and attentive to your hair needs, no matter what curl type, he will do his best (and somehow everytime he does your hair, it looks gorgeous)

Sugawara, Akaashi, Kenma, Daichi-Nanami, Choso, Megumi, Todo-Sanji, Ace, Zoro-Midoriya, Todoroki, Aizawa, Hawks-Zenitsu, Uzui, Kaguya, Tanjirou, Rengoku

The “agressively clueless” boys

-dont know WTF theyre doing. 😃

-bro sees wash day an thinks youre crazy 🥲 will ask why you cant just wash your hair and go, inspecting every product like u some kinda witch

-as much as you love him, please do not ask this poor baby to help with your hair. will end up bald or with less hair than you began with. dont do it for the sake of your sanity and his too

-will agressively ask questions, making sure to wring every last detail out of you 👁👁

-wants to get better, but theyre too strongheaded and can get frustrated when things arent working out the way they want it to. they want their love go look good, why style not workout?

-you love them for trying tho, and eventually they become better at taking care of you, even if they dont fully understand the reasosns behind it :)

Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, Bokuto-Yuuji, Yuta, Noritoshi-Luffy, Shanks, Ussop, Koby-Kaminari, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero-Inosuke, Sanemi, Kokushibou/Yoriichi

Will worship the ground you walk on <3

-adores you. love at first sight. would marry you on the spot. yesyesyesye- 😍

-exclaims that you hair defies gravity, and the fact your hair naturally curls is just so cool to him, and you can put it into so many styles and he can go on for days at you

-would try to run his fingers thru ur hair, but alas, its not working 💀 settles with giving you massages when your scalp/head hurts from tight styles/rubs oil ito your edges or parts

-will be extremely careful when detangling your hair, since he thinks its a gods given gift that needs to be cherished and proteceted at all costs (adkgjfksks) 😤

-waits patiently and watches you do your hair. not in a creepy way, but to focus and learn more abt how to style, protect, and keep your hair healthy

-anyone who tries touching your hair is losing a hand, if not their arm 😭💀

Yaku, Kuroo, Tsukki, Aone-Getou, Inumaki, Mechamaru-Brook, Law, Dragon-Tokoyami, Ojiro, Tetsutetsu, Mirio, Hawks-Giyuu, Rengoku, Gyomei, Akaza, Yuichiro

Guard dog

-hes your gaurdian angel, and he adores everything about you, especially with your hair

-will stare any mf down who even tried to get close to you; will put on a stank face whenever you tell them abt someone you dont like 😒

-if youre exhausted and tired, he will try to do your hair (and even tho he doesnt know what hes doing at times, it comes out good)

-absolutely dedicated to you and the process of taking care of ur curls, and that includes paying for nails, hair extensions, prodcuts, headwraps, curlers etc 💸💸

-hypes you up SO MUCH its adorable; will see you putting on makeup or just putting your hair up and will automatically compliment you 🥰

-racists beware, bc he will not hesitate to body someone for you, regardless of whether they had “good/bad” intentions 😑

-loves you so much and would do anything for you. it the cutest and hes so lucky to have you as his s/o (including beaning racist whyte ppl)

Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Ennoshita, Aran, Sakusa-Sukuna, Yaga, Todo-Zoro, Newgate, Smoker-Dabi, Shigaraki, Rock Lock, Inasa-Muzan, Douma, Obanai, Kigaku

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xianshxng · 3 years ago

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cat & mouse

iwaizumi hajime || haikyuu!!

byr; this is a (not so small) secret santa gift for the amazing @vanille--kiss , someone i respect so much in the church community. i really hope you enjoy this, sugarcube. this was my first time writing iwaizumi, but i had a blast either way ♡ merry christmas and happiest of new years!!

cw; 18+ minors dni, looks like oik x reader and def is not, praise kink, mafia au, minor tattoo fetish, minor bondage, heavy dom iwa, sub but bratty reader, heavily implied long term mutual pining (you gotta squint), possessive iwa

wc; 9169

Consider it a pastime, consider it a hobby, consider it a real bad habit you form when you like someone and don’t have the gall to confess like any sane individual would—

But teasing Iwaizumi Hajime is always the best.

Alright, maybe it isn’t the best thing, picking on a man who has a pistol holster strapped across his chest and a pair of solid steel knuckle dusters tucked away in his back pocket ‘in case of emergencies’. Maybe you shouldn’t be attempting something as grand and wicked as this at a business dinner with another family that runs the lower side of Hyogo, where all eyes are on you and the Seijoh Four of the Johsai syndicate.

And yet, here you are, plan blooming in mind and painted nails drumming idly against the stark white of the dinner table in a show of eager anticipation. Your partner in crime is seated to your left, the curls of his hair neatly kept and the smile on his face as fake as plastic.

Oikawa makes for a pretty sight, dolled up in a crisp suit that might cost the same as a doctor’s tuition. He always did look and act more like an idol boy than he ever did the head of an underground crime family, but you suppose when the going gets tough, the tough slap on a pair of Testonis and get right on going.

He’s a damn good actor, on and off the metaphorical stage. Perfect for your little scheme.

The apple of your eye and victim of tonight’s performance sits stiff and at the ready, his eyes on the man he’s already labeled as most dangerous. Iwaizumi always acted more of a mafioso than Oikawa did, with his teeth constantly gritted and his eyes locked on the target, the nearest weapon, and the closest exit.

Ah, the idol and his trusty guard dog and right hand man; it’s a good thing Oikawa loved to tease just as much as you did, which in the end made for a deadly (and headache inducing, according to Iwaizumi) pair. Lucky for you, being the boss of an organized crime ring never managed to take the fun out of Oikawa.

Though these business dinners were never exactly the most riveting time, for you or Oikawa or any of the men seated at the table.

The don of Shiratorizawa sits just across from Oikawa, strategically placed between two men you’d never seen, and probably wouldn’t survive an encounter with. Their boss, a certain Ushijima Wakatoshi, didn’t look the type to need his own security personnel; considering the near 200cm build and jawline sharp enough to cut stone, the man seemed more than capable of handling himself. Who knew what was hidden behind the deep and cool scowl he wears, or even what he kept stashed away in the breast pocket of his well-starched jacket? Hell, did the guy even need a weapon? A passing glance from him could drop a man dead in his tracks.

You suppose that’s what’s keeping Iwaizumi so tightly wound, being the more careful and strategic of the Seijoh wonder twins. Though a glance around his side shows Makki and Mattsun also carefully eyeing the second capo of Shiratorizawa with hands likely already hovering over their stored weapons.

Yeah, it probably isn’t the best time to be scheming, but when Oikawa finally (actually) makes the first move, the plan gets set in motion with no hopes of stopping.

“The lines going through the Kobe region were disrupted by authorities, which means we need to…” The lull in conversation skips a beat in your chest, eyes pulling towards where you fidget nervously.

It’s Ushijima who speaks first, his voice doing absolutely nothing to quell your nerves. “Tooru. Can I ask what seems to have your focus that is not the problem at hand?”

Your eyes glance over to the don on your side of the table, who’s decided that his attention is better spent on you, rather than Shiratorizawa’s logistics soldier giving the report. When your eyes meet, Oikawa only shoots you a cocky wink.

You can already feel Iwaizumi bristling, though from what, it’s hard to say.

“Oh, my bad. I promise I’m listening, just not lookin’ at you is all. Not when this beauty is next to me, naturally.” Another wink your way and you’re shuddering a bit. Oikawa’s hand makes a move to slip towards yours where it rests on the table, and when you don't pull away Iwaizumi gives a testing grunt. When you steal a careful peek his way you can see he’s still looking towards the other side of the table, but his fingers are clutched harshly into his pant leg. Iwaizumi is a patient man, come hell or high water. But some things can really test it, and you’re here to toe the line and see just how far you can take it.

You’re testing those same high waters and you don’t have a lifebuoy to save you when you swim a little too deep.

God is it exhilarating.

“Tooru…” You shy from the touch, cheeks hot and eyes coy. There’s a tremor in your tone that has Oikawa perking up. Iwaizumi reaches for the wine glass wishing he had whiskey. “Not really a good place for this, y’know.” You hum, the act sticking with you easily.

It doesn’t deter the man in the slightest; if anything, it only spurs on the adventure his fingers make over the backs of your knuckles, easing over the curve of your wrist to the soft skin of your exposed forearm.

His chuckle is enough to make the room tense, yet no one speaks up; not even Ushijima, who manages to sit cool as ever in his chair.

Mattsun scoffs a short laugh, “Here he goes again.”

Makki is watching with rapt interest, though he seems to be gauging Iwaizumi’s reactions more with a knowing smirk.

Iwaizumi? Well, let’s just say he isn’t enjoying this moment all too well, if his white knuckles are anything to go by. You have the mind to warn him that his wine glass is made of just that– glass– and is ready to shatter, but Oikawa catches your attention again, just as planned.

“How rude of me! You’re all family and I haven’t so much as offered to share!” His smile is straight and clean, a far cry from his rather dirty intentions. “Ah, I should probably ask Iwa-chan first, hm? Oh, but of course, it’s not like you two are together!”

Iwaizumi’s eye twitches at the mention of his name, at the implication of what Oikawa means. Shiratorizawa can assume easily what’s going on, and why Iwaizumi has a vein jumping at the thick of his throat. There’s an invisible line drawn with a brilliant red marker somewhere between the three of you, and Oikawa looks to be smudging it with a go-getter smile on his face.

“Tooru,” you whisper soft enough that Oikawa needs to lean in. Iwaizumi subconsciously does the same, hovering dark and leering over you even as you shift closer to the boss. “Not here… it’s embarrassing.” It’s a bit of a stage act, hiding your pursed lips behind your fingers, lowering your lashes and bringing a shine to your eyes. But it’s working–

Maybe a little too well.

“Aw, but sweetheart, you’re too good to not share with the boys! Right, Iwa-chan? Easy on the eyes,” Oikawa slips a gloved hand higher up your arm, reaches the sagging teacup sleeve of your cocktail dress and presses a finger under it, “sweet on the tongue.”

“Tooru!”

Iwaizumi jumps and slams his knees into the underside of the table; the Shiratorizawa soldiers react fast, all eyes going on him and weapons likely training in on his chest from the corners of the room; on his sneering face and raised shoulders.

Oikawa only laughs, full of himself even with his best friend glaring him down. Ushijima is confused but collected, his second in command doing his best to hold back laughter at the display. “Oops, the kitten has a bit of a mewl in her! Save that for later, okay, darling?”

You’re downright shaking, and the dress you're in feels too tight, too restrictive against your buzzing skin. It may just be a little game, but Oikawa can make it feel real with only a few words, make it feel like you really are trying for something with the way his fingers move like silk against your bare skin.

You look at Iwaizumi; he isn’t looking at you. Instead, he’s burning holes into the table and keeping his jaw wired shut. Are you glad for the fact, or terrified? You don’t really know.

Finally, a break; Oikawa takes the awkward tension in the room and weaves it into something more tolerable, something more akin to what the dinner was actually arranged for.

Wine pours smooth and red, the most expensive offered in the restaurant; Iwaizumi has opted this time for a dark amber whiskey, downing it in harsh gulps that makes his throat bob and his cheeks warm with something that isn’t anger. Nothing remotely close to letting him get drunk, but he’s definitely tipping a few back.

It’s when you’re sipping your own wine that you feel it; a slow crawl up your thigh that hikes your dress higher. The fabric is catching against the chair where your thigh presses down, but it doesn’t stop the hand that moves with such purpose.

It’s not Iwaizumi’s, but he damn well notices. Notices when your breathing hitches, when the wine in your glass ripples with your shaking hand.

Anyone at the table can see the smirk that pulls at Oikawa’s lips even as he discusses the route of the next weapon haul, the next shipment listing of black market class fours and weapons that definitely aren’t allowed in the country, let alone in civilian hands. He doesn’t have to have his full attention on what he says to say it well, which means he can easily run a firm hand up and down the length of your thigh without a problem.

Except there is a problem, and that problem has a name and raging anger issues.

Said problem is on your other thigh in an instant, grabbing the meat of it and holding tight enough to shift your attention. But he still isn’t looking at you; he’s still focused on Ushijima responding to Oikawa, talking about some blockade or whatever; in truth you’ve completely lost interest in the happenings of the meeting.

The words are going over you now, too much of your attention on the hot and cold of the two men holding onto you. Oikawa is teasing and soft; Iwaizumi is harsh and bruising. The jealousy is easy to see in his touch, yet when you look at his face he still seems collected.

Just as planned is what you want to say, except Iwaizumi hasn’t really done anything to show he’s jealous. Not really– not yet.

It isn’t really in the course of action, but if it really gets Iwaizumi’s clock ticking, then you guess it’s time to get things rolling. The dinner will only last so long, and you’re nothing if not timely in your endeavors.

So you lean a bit towards Oikawa, sigh softly as you grab his hand where it rests against your thigh, and drag it higher.

Oikawa actually jumps a little, looking your way with wide and dark eyes. A curl of brown droops down over his forehead, so you reach up with a shaky hand you hope isn’t too shaky and push it back up into the rest of his perfectly styled hair. With a pouty lip, you lock fingers with his and keep your hands high, too high on your thigh to be friendly. “Hurry, Tooru. I’m bored n’ I wanna play with someone.” You keen at him under your breath, soft enough to have him shake.

Even Oikawa looks a little nervous, questioning you silently over just how far you’ve lept. He looks to be wondering just how far you’re willing to go to get to Iwaizumi.

Not that you need to go any farther.

The sensation comes before the shock; a chill of something wet and the sharp stench of whiskey as the contents of Iwaizumi’s glass tip into your lap. There’s the feeling of something grabbing at your wrist and tugging hard, tipping you to the side until you’re being lifted up and into a broad chest.

The heat coming off of Iwaizumi is dizzying, the smell of him so suddenly close has you inhaling deeply even as the whiskey quickly staining your dress sours in your nose. You’re probably breathing hard from fear, but hey, it looks like you’ve gotten what you’ve wanted.

You finally, finally got to him.

“Shit, c’mon. Damn dress’ll stain or some shit.” The room blinks at you two silently. “I’ll get her out of here and clean her up.”

Iwaizumi does nothing to staunch the anger bleeding from every fiber, shooting the last of the whiskey in his cup before the glass slams down harshly on the table. No one flinches, but no one looks amused either.

Well, maybe Oikawa does, just a little.

You can just hear the beginnings of apologies from Makki, the second most responsible after Iwaizumi, even over Oikawa’s sighing chuckle of “Won’t see them til tomorrow~”

The last you get to hear as you’re shoved into a car is Iwaizumi grumbling to a personal driver to take you both to the nearest hotel– something big and glitzy that could run a bank account dry within the night. He has Oikawa’s card, anyway; serves the bastard right, or so he grumbles from his spot beside you.

The drive is tense, and your skin is prickling and sticky with drying liquor. Hotel, angry Iwaizumi, and anticipation oozing heat into your core makes for the best and worst combination. It feels like ages pass with him just watching you, his glare scathing. But he says nothing, not a single word the entire drive. His arms fold over his chest and the material looks ready to burst where the fabric strains against his muscles.

You might be drooling.

By the time you’re at the hotel (something big and glamorous and definitely not within the average price range), Iwaizumi is absolutely prickly. He hands the driver a few bills and barks at him roughly to be back by noon tomorrow, and to ignore whenever Oikawa is bound to ask where you two ran off to.

You don’t even have time to apologize to the driver for his behavior before he’s dragging you into the hotel, easily buying the penthouse package and making doubly sure the wet bar is fully stocked.

The price has you blanching; it has Iwaizumi smirking.

“Just charge it on this,” he hands over the little metal card that definitely is not under his name without so much as a flinch. You make a mental note to apologize to Oikawa when he balances the books later.

You had to admit it, though, the penthouse was gorgeous; a sunken couch around a firepit, mounted flatscreens big enough to be movie screens, the promised fully stocked wet bar, wingspan windows that take up the entire outside wall of the living room and let you look out over the city.

It’s beautiful, and definitely worth the small fortune Iwaizumi just used underworld funds for.

Iwaizumi is already at the bar handling a decanter of golden bourbon, but he isn’t pouring any into the glass he’s set out. The liquid swishes inside the crystal, shining glittery and smooth. You’re nervous, of course, but you’re mostly curious. Ready and waiting for Iwaizumi to make that first move that you know he’s dying to make, has been dying to make.

It takes a minute for him to speak, and you almost wondered if he was as lost in his thoughts as you were. “You really have eyes for that shiny bastard Oikawa?” He finally huffs, and it almost sounds lost, forced.

You’re really looking at him now, taking in everything head to toe; the soft gelled style of his hair, the curls of black ink poking out from the collar of his shirt and where his sleeves are rolled, the hug of his belt around his waist, the way his legs look so long in those dress pants. Everything.

You wet your lips, finding it a little hard to speak. “If… If I did? What then?” It’s working, the plan is working. Just a little more, you’re sure of it. It seems like enough to get Iwaizumi back into the moment, enough of a push to move the moment forward.

He sets the decanter down without pouring so much as a drop; this is a moment he needs to be sober for, though his peeved annoyance is enough to get him to seem emboldened without even a drop of liquid courage.

“You know you aren’t his. I know you aren’t his.” Every step he takes towards you is measured and precise, his pace set just exact, enough to have you shaking. He looks like a predator; you feel like prey, like a little rabbit stuck inches from the maw of a wolf. Your blood surges with an energetic heat that goes right to your core.

Deep breath in; it gets stuck in your throat and doesn’t come out. “Who said I was anyone’s?” You don’t sound confident, you sound wheezy and high. Iwaizumi smirks when he sees you shudder, watches your hands clench the fabric of your dress at your sides.

“Don’t gotta say it, doll. I’m not Shittykawa; I don’t need some fancy words and shit to get you on your knees.” God he’s close; you can smell his cologne, smell his own personal musk. You want to choke on it, you want to feel it fill your lungs like water.

He doesn’t seem to care about you looking ready to collapse under his gaze. Rather, he just keeps going. “That was quite the show you put on there. Someone likes the attention, huh?” You swallow and shake your head just barely; Iwaizumi doesn’t believe you, and he lets you know that with a rough laugh.

“You two aren’t slick; using Oikawa is like hiring a street performer to work in a circus.” Was he always this tall? You can’t think straight; your head is spinning.

He towers over you where he stands inches from you, sending a shadow over your frame and ripping desire through your nerves. He’s big, he’s built, and you want to see just how low that tattoo goes where it dives under his shirt. Would he let you trace the pattern with your tongue? Lay back as you give his body worship meant for a god?

It takes a few swallows and a short mental cheer to finally bring your wits about you to speak. “Seemed to work to me, you looked ready to blow your top back there.” You hope you sound cocky and not at all as shaky as you feel. A gesture to your dress actually has him looking a little guilty. “Ruined my pretty dress too– you know how expensive this was? I don’t think the dry cleaners have a whiskey coverage option.”

You pluck at your dress a bit, tugging the fabric where it sticks to your belly and chest. Two can play this little game of cat and mouse, and you’ve been playing cat all night.

“All that because of a little crush, huh? The proud and powerful second in command for an underground weapons dealer and mafioso, all jealous; pretty cute if you ask me.” When you look away from your dress and back up to your ‘little mouse’, you go cold.

You’re dead.

You’re so very, insanely dead.

Iwaizumi’s eyes go dark, his body leaning in and devouring the space between you two until there’s nothing. “Me? Liking a runt like you?” He stops, so close that you can feel his breath fan over your lip. Every sense is filled with him; he smells like gunpowder and danger and excitement. You want to know if he tastes the same. “And what if I do?”

That’s all it takes before you’re grabbing that damned collar hiding those damned tattoos and shredding through the distance, slamming his lips to yours in an emotional flurry of teeth and tongue.

Iwaizumi always had a reaction time like lightning, quick to draw and quicker to shoot. That went double for now, with his hands going right for your cheeks and holding your head steady, shifting you where he needed you to make full and hot and downright blissful contact with his lips.

They’re a little dry, with his lower lip plumping beneath the heat of your kiss. The kiss is rushed and pouring with the pent up feelings of pining for far too long. And it’s absolute heaven.

It’s like you two don’t know where to keep your hands, both of you driven to explore and map areas you’d only ever dared to look at, but never touch. The kiss mimics the touch mimics the emotion; pent up and finally able to bubble over the lip, you two are a mess against each other.

Even a mess of finally realized need, though, Iwaizumi moves with a purpose. Left nothing more than a puddle without bone or structure, you can only follow where he pushes and pulls your body, giving into the way his hands mold you, shape you into what he needs. You’re moving, and he’s the one moving you. The one guiding you blindly through the dark of the suite, through unseen hallways and doorways.

You’re drunk off the taste of his lips or the whiskey on his tongue or both, not that any of it matters. Not when he’s touching you like he’s going to lose you, letting you feel the deep grit of the calluses on his hands that hold guns just right, that have been shaped by the handles of knives.

Iwaizumi really does taste like how he smells; like gunpowder and whiskey and danger and thrill. It’s more intoxicating than liquor and tobacco and whatever the hell else someone gets addicted to. Fuck that, you’d rather get addicted to this.

And god you just might, with the way he won’t let up. You’re breathing through your nose and sucking in barely seconds worth of air before he’s back on your lips, again and again and again. There’s enough passion to knock you sideways, enough strength to do it literally. The same hands that can kill man and beast hold you fully, carefully; his fingers scratch across your midriff uncaring of the tackiness left there by the whiskey (the dress probably won’t be on for long anyway).

His nails catch on sequins and diamonds embedded in the fabric, the sound and feeling of him drawing closer to where your breasts swell in the fabric bringing you to near tears. Finally, finally, fucking finally. He’s touching you and you’re touching him, he’s grunting your name and you’re mewling his like he’s already brought you to orgasm.

The tips of his fingers are so close to where you’re pearling beneath your dress, to the shudder of your chest as you wait so impatiently as you have for months or years or decades.

And without a care in the world, he–

He doesn’t touch you. His fingers skim up the sides of your breasts like a bug on water, completely bypassing where you crave his attention and instead going for your jawline. Thick fingers pinch at your chin, pulling your lips into his for one last heated exchange before he pushes you back entirely.

There’s a fire in his eyes that burns through the distance he’s just recreated between you, a distance that has you crying for him without shame.

“You think,” he pants and wipes his chin of the drool you’ve smeared there and god if that isn’t unbelievably attractive. “You think that I would just let you have your way after acting that way? Not a chance, doll. Not a fuckin’ chance.”

It’s a little awkward, standing there in the dark of what is obviously the master bedroom with the lights of the city outside swimming in the corners of your vision. Soaked beyond belief through your thin panties and wondering if that massive bulge in Iwaizumi’s slacks had always been there, had always been searing a line hot and big down his left thigh.

Guess the big part about Iwaizumi stays true no matter what part of him it is.

But standing there having a stare-off is getting old and you aren’t getting any less horny, so you shuffle your body and twist so the strap of your dress slips off your shoulder. “So…” Is he awkward at sex, or is this just him edging? Either way, you’re getting a little impatient.

“So–”

“Knees.”

The word rings through you like the toll of a bell. “Sorry?”

There’s the scuff of his shoes against the floor, the shift of his pants as his legs spread just the slightest in his stance. “You ran your mouth pretty well during the meeting, so you’re gonna put it to better use here.”

He doesn’t need to point to where he means, he doesn’t need flashing lights and cute curling arrows. You aren’t some innocent little girl.

It’s a sort of itch in the back of your head to put up at least a little bit of a fight, maybe draw out the moment a little more and continue that bratty streak you’ve held close to your chest all night. Be a brat, cross your arms and huff out a sigh and turn your chin up like an indigent child. It might look cute, might annoy Iwaizumi in the way that you love.

And you don’t do any of it.

Instead, like a good girl being led by her cunt and not her head, you make your way forward on teetering legs and with an airy head. It’s comical when you try to tip down onto your knees and are stopped halfway by your dress, the stupid thing catching at your waist and putting you into a lock.

A minute passes where Iwaizumi lets you fuss with it for a moment, lets you tug and groan and mutter how insanely cheesy the moment is. And a minute later Iwaizumi is grabbing at your waist to move you closer before snagging the dress at the hip and ripping.

It’s loud and it sounds like several thousand yen down the drain as the fabric tears up the entire side of the dress all the way through the skirt, but it works and lets you move enough to be pushed down at the shoulder so that you’re seated cute and small at his feet.

He doesn’t look the least bit sorry as he chuckles a small ‘oops’, a cute smirk on his lip that shows the faintest sliver of teeth. Talk about an every day Adonis.

“Need me to hold your hand?” He remarks when you take a minute to just stare at his slacks, snorting at the dumb look on your face. You don’t, but a little incentive wouldn’t hurt because holy fuck, the man is massive and you haven’t even pulled him from his slacks yet.

His cock gives a throb, something you see even through the fabric, when you gape and stare so openly. You might even make him self conscious at this rate.

It’s like getting a bike over a hill, but eventually you get there and find your hands again. The muscles of his thighs flex where you run your hands over them, shifting with enough power to carry a man of his stature, of his strength. Some drool puddles at the corner of your lip; your eyes lift to catch his to make sure he watches the way you lick your lips.

As much as you want to sit there in the remains of your dress, soaking up the smell of him and the feel of his body, you have much, much bigger things to be getting around to. Like the thing burning a thick line in his trousers, for instance.

His belt isn’t too tightly done, your fingers making quick work of the expensive leather and tugging it from the loops of his slacks. Before you can toss it away, though, Iwaizumi is taking it in his own hands and slinging the strap over his shoulder to let it dangle.

“For later, yeah?”

You swallow; are you even going to survive tonight? That’s a problem for later, though, because right now you’re far too preoccupied with how to start gorging yourself on the fine meal spread before you.

A quick brush of your knuckles along the length of him through his pants is enough to have Iwaizumi sighing, a finger twitching just within your line of sight. Sensitive, from the looks of it. A look up at his face reveals the toned skin of his cheeks dark with blush, but his eyes are still so bright, so watchful.

Just as eager as you are to get started, it seems.

There isn’t a need for fanfare or pretty words to color in the details, no need to use your fingers carefully or watch him under heavy lashes. You’re both too excited, too worked up over a span of months to be gentle about things.

Your fingers make quick and easy work of the button, quicker still over the zipper as you rip it open and tug the flaps apart just enough. His cock presses hot and heavy through the thin fabric of his boxers, close enough to your face that you can smell the musk rolling off of him, feel the heat of his body radiate between the space.

It’s mouthwatering, it’s thrilling, and it has you moving without a second thought to tug the tight band of his underwear down.

The motion takes Iwaizumi by surprise, his hips jumping as his cock springs free and aches in the chill of the air. He groans at the feeling, and you can only watch and maybe even drool at the sight of him; long and thick at the base with a patch of dark hair that was neither tidy nor unkempt. A vein throbs along the side of him, following base to glan and adding a definition to his girth that has your throat feeling dry.

“Getting nervous, sweetheart?” You’d normally be a bit peeved at the rather rare show of cocky confidence in Iwaizumi, but with his cock resting inches from your nose, you’re out of place to say much.

So you don’t say anything; you only do.

A hand around his base has him jumping, cock mocking the motion. He’s heavy and solid and firm, a weight that brings a fog to your mind as your vision zeroes in on the task at hand.

You spit on the tip, the saliva slipping thick and bubbly down the burning skin and leaking with the pre built there to slide down the shaft. Iwaizumi is already breathing heavy, looking a little out of focus in your vision where you stare up at him to gauge his reactions; so far so good, going by the red on his cheeks and the building sweat on his brow.

Your thumb catches the thick bead of fluid that’s pearled close to your hand, so you swipe it across the skin and use it as lube to aid in your hand’s new-found pace.

But a quick handjob isn’t nearly enough to satisfy a man who’s craved your touch for months, and before long he’s rocking his hips up, tipping the curve of his cock towards you and closing the distance. “That’s it? That’s all you can do?”

It’s a challenge that hangs in the air, the words left unsaid. His eyes flash down at you over the curve of his nose, a hand moving to rest over the crown of your head.

The skin of his palm is hot; it burns where his fingers take up strands of hair, curling just enough that there’s a guiding tug. Looking up his forearm shows the spread of ink that’s been taunting you all night, taunting you all year. Your fingers slip up his leg and make sure to give a teasing squeeze over his thigh before you’re taking his arm in your hand. Nails trace the pattern of the tattoo, following the deep black curves of ink and wondering how high they go, what picture they create atop his skin.

There’s only so much you can touch before your fingers are slipping under the cuff of the sleeve where it’s bunched above his elbow, hooking into the fabric and holding. “I like these,” you pant softly and watch the length of his cock twitch from the heat of your breath.

“Yeah?” Iwaizumi sounds smug; the tone rolls through you like heat from a bonfire.

“Yeah… yeah, I do.”

He hums and looks at the edges of the tattoo you admire so openly, sucking his teeth and using a finger to pull down the sleeve a bit. All ink is effectively hidden from sight, and you actually sigh a little, disappointed.

The hand on your head, however, doesn’t really give you the time to miss the ink, because it’s pulling you nose first into Iwaizumi’s pubes.

“It’s cute, seeing you sad and all. But you haven’t touched my cock once–”

“I’m literally holding it!”

“And if I’m being honest, I’m a little impatient right now.”

You’re held there with your nose against his pelvis, inhaling the thick scent of him and coming to realize, slowly, that Iwaizumi isn’t going to let you up until you do something. Your vision crosses where you try to look at the shaft, eyes blurring and watering as you inhale, then inhale again. The scent in your nose bleeds through whatever bratty façade you’ve been trying to hold.

Maybe it’s his own impatience that gets to you, or the way his nails have started to scratch at the sensitive skin of your head. You both think you’ve held out long enough.

With a shaking inhale, you shut your eyes and let your lips land on the base of his cock. The skin burns the plush of your lips where you leave thick, wet kisses. A bit of the previous saliva mixes over your lips, leaving the taste of salt and sex to tingle over your tongue. You groan, tongue coming out fully to catch against the soft skin and drag around the base.

He’s thick, too thick to let your tongue even reach the opposite side, so you use the hand keeping him steady to rub whatever spots you can’t touch. The hand in your hair lets up enough that you can finally pull away, finally follow that vein that colors the skin of his cock with a dark line all the way to the solid tip.

The pre is steady where it leaks, pretty and silvery as it drips thick and gooey; it’s not a moment you’re ready to pass up, so with a quick tongue you catch a pearl that’s ready to drop to the floor between your knees. The taste alone is enough to have you shuddering, eyes rolling and mouth watering.

You want more of him, you need more of him. More of that heavy weight on your tongue, more of the heat he radiates like a burning star. You want to hear more of those short grunts, feel his nails curl and scratch through your hair, telling you how much he likes what you’re doing.

Lips parted and tongue out, you swipe a broad stroke over the tip to catch more of him. His taste is everything, the feel of his cock as you slowly take him in making your toes curl. But he’s thick… god, he’s so thick. It’s actually hard to take him too far, the girth quickly becoming overwhelming the deeper he slides in past your lips.

The gagging comes fast, his blunt head reaching the back of your throat sooner than you thought he was going to. You try to make up for it with measured sucks, cheeks pulling in and lips pushed out and pouting. There’s spit building around your lips where they hug his cock, helping your hand when you try to stroke and tug whatever remaining inches you can’t fit.

It’s a nice and easy rhythm of back and forth, even sneaking in a few presses of tongue over his leaky slit. His cock feels at home in your mouth, or at least, what all you can fit.

Every few passes, you try to take him deeper, try flattening your tongue and opening your jaw wide. Tears decorate your waterline like diamonds as you take a deep breath through your nose and sink down on him; no matter how many times you do it, he just can’t fit. You aren’t a quitter, but you are a realist.

There’s no way his cock can fit fully.

And that’s unfortunate for you, because no matter how much you pout and whine up at Iwaizumi, he still isn’t letting go of your head. His touch has gone from passivity to something much more aggressive.

“That can’t be it.” He snarks above you, tipping his head to look at you boldly. There’s a scratch of nails against your skull that rings through you; it’s gentle, it stinks of ulterior motive.

Iwaizumi takes his palm and flattens it against the back of your head, just above the ticklish skin of your neck. “C’mon pretty baby, that mouth can take so much more than that, we both know that.”

The thick of his tip hits over the back of your tongue and you lurch, but his hand doesn’t let you go far. “Nope. You got a big mouth, so you’re gonna put it to better use. Come on, open your mouth, open your fuckin’ mouth.”

You’re trying.

There’s a throb of his cock that makes him feel fuller for that split second, and you have to steel yourself, have to stop and breathe through your nose and just let a few tears slip through your lashes.

Iwaizumi gives you the moment, his fingers petting gently through your hair. You bubble and moan around him, something he greatly enjoys if you can read the shake in his hips correctly. So you do it again, then again. The fourth time you try to hum and swallow around him, Iwaizumi jerks hard, his balls shifting and smacking wet and sticky against your jaw.

Your eyes fucking roll.

It’s like a popping sensation the moment Iwaizumi sinks past the spot in your throat that put up so much resistance; a wet and solid slide of his cock down your tongue, down your throat until you can smell the sweat caught in his pubes, feel the barely there tickle of the curly strands.

He groans heavy and loud in his chest, his empty hand coming to settle next to the other so he can hold you steady where you are. “That’s it baby– ohh, fuck– that’s it, breathe through your nose, c’mon. There’s my baby, there she is.”

The words of praise have you trilling and cooing, bubbles of spit collecting at your lips and sticking in thick rivulets down his cock. Veins bulge thick and hot in his arms as he holds you, trailing like roots from wrist to elbow below his tanned and toned skin. You swallow hard around him again just to watch those veins jump.

“Think you can, doll?” His voice is deep, it drips with something akin to impatience. There’s another vein jumping in the line of his throat, another far lower and pulsing on his mound. Not really being in a position to nod, you can only hum and hollow your cheeks tight enough to make your teeth ache.

It's good enough for him.

With both hands linked at the fingers behind your head, Iwaizumi starts up at quite the pace. You feel like bones are rattling in your skull, like your tongue might catch fire with the friction, like your throat is going to come out nine shades of purple and blue. It probably will, if you’re being real about it.

His balls smack against your chin with a wet pap pap pap, the skin soaked through with your saliva. He’s deep, deep enough that your head is starting to feel a little too light, filled with a little too much cotton as your eyes cross and your jaw starts to ache.

It feels weird having him in your throat, feels weirder still knowing exactly where the thick head pushes, where your throat stretches and burns to accommodate. It’s weird, but it’s also…

Amazing.

You’re soaked through your panties, the thick honeyed strands of your slick wetting the skin of your inner thighs. Every shift and grind of your hips as you seek out some form of relief has you literally squelching, the wet sound of your skin sticking and unsticking unsettling you, making you feel hotter, making you feel wetter. You whine through your nose, look at Iwaizumi through teary lashes.

There’s barely any relief on your side, nothing but your own slick and skin touching your pussy. It aches like hell, makes you grind down onto the floor and pray your clit catches something, anything.

Either he doesn’t care or doesn’t notice, but Iwaizumi does nothing to aid you as you so unceremoniously begin to dry hump the floor.

So you do what any rational, reasonable, horny woman would do.

You take your own fingers to your clit and you twirl. And boy, does Iwaizumi notice then.

Not only does he see the way your eyes roll or how your shoulder is now shifting with the movement of your hand, he feels how your throat buzzes with moans, hears the hiccuping sobs as you finally find some relief.

And really? Iwaizumi is anything but nice.

So without much warning, he’s pulling himself from your mouth, long before even he can reach his peak. The hands remain tight on your head though, which spins from the whiplash of having his cock so abruptly removed from your already bruising throat.

There’s a condescending tut from him, and you feel his nails scratch almost comfortingly through your hair. Almost.

“What the hell are you doing down there, huh?”

You blanch. A cocky game of 20 questions plays out in your head; I don’t know, what was I doing? What do you care when you were so busy anyway? Why did you stop?

“Nothing.”

He scoffs at you, hands going tight against your cheeks and squishing them. “Bullshit. Who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself? Cause it definitely wasn’t me.”

You smirk up at him, though the bratty look is probably ruined with the way he’s pressing your cheeks like pieces of mochi. “Oikawa.”

There are a few emotions that flicker across his face, the first being shock at the turn of tongue. It’s quick to melt, ice under the heat of the anger that scorches in his eyes. “Aren’t you so fucking cute.”

It’s a messy blur, what happens next; his hands are on you, pulling you up fast enough to make your head spin with hands big enough to break bones and hold rifles like they’re cap guns. Those same hands tear the seams from your dress stitch by stitch, popping them loose until the garment is dropping from your body with a whisper. You don’t even have time to yell at him and say that the next one comes out of his next hit, because he’s already hoisting you up and shoving your weight back onto the bed. You hit the plushtop hard, gaining no traction when your hands fly out to catch at least some of you.

“Hajime, what the–” You nearly bite your tongue when you freeze, eyes blowing wide and jaw slamming shut.

Every button of his shirt pops quietly, silently. His fingers make quick work of them, right down the column until he’s finally shuffling the button-up off his shoulders.

No one should look that hot with tattoos; then again, no one should bring a wave of slick pouring from your pussy this way, but here you sit dripping like a leaky faucet.

The ink covers everything elbow up, thick and dark in shades of black and grey. Images woven over his skin show shadows and scales of fierce dragons that twist up his arms and meet over his pecs. The ink even slips over his shoulders, likely over his back to color an ornate painting of ink and history.

The tattoos of a man with stories of blood and bullets, who’s only ever known a world where it’s kill or be killed. There’s a single silver bar decorating his right nipple that catches the light for a minute and has you drooling. You’re terrified, you’re painfully aroused; you’re already spreading your legs wide for him.

But he has other plans, apparently. His hand catches the belt still slung over his shoulder just before it slips away with his shirt, knuckles going white as he grips the leather tight. “Talk about a whore. I can smell how wet you are from here. Maybe Oikawa is the better match, you both have no shame.” He snaps the belt a few times and you think he’s ready to spank you with it until he’s grabbing your ankle and twisting you to your belly.

“On your knees, arms behind your back, shoulders squared.”

“Yes, officer Iwaizumi.”

Another scoff, a sneer you can’t see. “Drop the shit.”

You’re wrestled onto your knees with your face planted solidly into the mattress, mercy granted on your neck when Iwaizumi takes your arms and holds them both at the wrists. The leather of his belt is cold where it slides against your forearms, looping around them several times until he can slide the latch home and keep your arms pinned tight behind you.

“Bondage? I didn’t take you for the type.” You laugh into the mattress and pretend that his massive frame hovering over your much smaller, much weaker body doesn’t have you shaking in your metaphorical boots.

He tests the leather, fits a few fingers against your pulse point and pulls it. “Think of it as a way to tame eager little brats like you.” When it doesn’t release or slide too much, he changes gears and starts for a new approach.

Thick fingers trace the curve of your spine, skin hard and calloused, too hot against your already worked up and heated flesh. He groans when your back arches, when you pant and whine even though it's just a few fingers at your back.

Lower, lower, lower… the fingers take a detour around the curve of your ass, going instead for your thighs to mold and grope. Your whines are going from aroused to annoyed, limits being pushed as he consciously, purposely avoids where you drip, where you ache.

“Iwa… c’mon already.” Your ass sways in the air and you wonder if doing so will help catch a finger at least a little closer to your pussy. Your panties have ruched up against your clit, but the feeling is more uncomfortable than relieving. The fabric is sticky and cold with all that’s leaked from you; you whine and move a little more, try to snag the back of them with your thumbs and shimmy out.

It doesn’t work at all. Instead, it catches Iwaizumi’s attention.

He grabs the fabric you’d managed to catch and tugs, pulling the fabric so it rubs fully against your split pussy lips. “You’re fuckin’ full of it tonight.”

You hiss as the fabric passes over your clit and smears a new round of slick around it. “‘S what you get for confessing, Iwa-chan.” You laugh a little like you’ve won something, like you’ve won this little game.

“Maybe you really are made for Oikawa.” He swipes a finger up your slit sharply, suddenly. It has you keening, has you dropping your weight fully onto your upper chest. Ass up, head down, arms bound. You must be quite the sight to him right now.

But his words irk you, and you chew on what to say. “You think so?” His fingers work on your clit now, making it exceedingly hard to focus on anything that isn’t the scratch of his nail over the nerves.

“Sure. You’re both a pain in my ass, you both don’t know how to keep your traps shut, and–”

“You’d be hopelessly lost without us?”

“And you both have real shit timing. During a meeting with Shiratorizawa, of all times? I oughta put you both in a hole.” Even as he’s talking, even as he curses you and Oikawa to hell and back, you can feel where his fingers trail, how they catch at your hole and prod, pull, push in.

You’re jumping from your skin now, struggling against the belt as you’re forced to try and maintain balance. Your need to stay at least half erect in your position on the bed forces your legs to spread, forces your knees to plant deep into the comforter, forces you to open yourself wide for him.

It doesn’t take long for Iwaizumi to stretch you, granted his fingers are a stretch all their own (his cock is an entirely different story). He takes his time, lets every knuckle sink into you with a pop; first it’s one finger, then another, then another. His thumb keeps you on the edge, works your clit with ease until your hips are actually trying to dodge him.

“Jumpy…” You hear him remark behind you, but your ears are full of water and static, your head too jumbled to form a proper response that isn’t a rambling babble of more, more, more. “Who knew Oikawa’s whore was so free to use.”

Your eyes roll into your skull when he takes the three fingers inside you and crooks them, scratching the blunt of his nails along your walls. “N-not– not his!” Stringing words together is difficult to do around a fat tongue, not that Iwaizumi really cares.

“Yeah? The way you were basically in his lap during the dinner meeting, I’d think otherwise.” Another twist of his fingers, another flare in your lower tummy. You’re close, too close. If he goes just a little faster. “Tell me then, whose whore are you? Maybe Mattsun’s, maybe Makki’s.”

You’re ready to scream; your hands buzz from a lack of blood flow, your head buzzes just the same. Desperate little humps of your hips give you nothing, no traction found and no ground gained in trying shamelessly to get yourself off.

“No! No, no! Not theirs, Hajime, please–”

The shuffle of fabric has you near tears. From the corner of your teary eyes you can see him, see the way his biceps bulge as he starts to work his pants just low enough, barely even hanging off his ass. His cock is free, balls hug snugly from below by the elastic of his boxers. The drip of his precum has you drooling, has you whining and wishing this stupid belt wasn’t there, or you’d be jumping his bones like you should have done ages ago.

“Use your words, pretty thing. C’mon, tell me.” He’s closer now and you can feel the heat of his cock against your ass and you’re losing your fucking mind about it. The shaft smacks against the meat of your ass once, twice. You can feel his fingers where he holds himself steady, where he squeezes the base and keeps himself roped in.

The electricity in your veins shoots through you in a complete circuit; you wonder if he can feel the shock of it, hear the hum of it beneath your skin. There’s the heavy press of his tip right over your hole, just a simple swipe that catches gleaming pearls of arousal.

You fall apart at your very seams.

“Yours! Yours, Hajime, always always always!! ‘M not Mattsun’s, not Makki’s, not Oikawa’s– just yours, all yours.” You continue on and on even as drool collects over your cheek and stains the sheets, even as Iwaizumi takes your belted arms and pulls you up just enough. His hand comes into view just as it snags your mouth and smears the saliva over your lips

Two fingers slip into your mouth just as he begins the maddening slide of his cock inch by torturously amazing inch inside of you.

His other hand comes around to hold your forehead, pulling you just enough to get your back to bend and arch, effectively trapping you as close to him as you can possibly manage in this position.

He leans forward and presses his lips to your ear, lets you feel the sharp pull of his smirk. “That’s my good little bitch.”

His hips teeter forward and press flush into yours; your body goes into shock and every vein fills with gasoline. Like the strike of a match, he pulls out and slams back in, length full and thick and burning you so perfectly, filling you until there isn’t a breadth of space left. You burn under his touch and melt into his very being like candle wax.

It’s a perfect little game of cat and mouse, though neither of you really know who wins at the end.

It’s a blur of back and forth, of teeth that sink into your skin and tattoos that wave in and out of your vision. His endurance is so much, it’s inhuman; he doesn’t even bother with the sweat on his face anymore, just lets it drip steady and cold against your burning skin. A barely there relief that evaporates all too soon, leaving you clamming and sticky.

Rounds of his cock shaping you pass, twisting your insides to fit him and only him. You’re pressed open in different positions, left to his devices and desires. If he wants you on your back for a round, then you’re on your back, mewling and shaking.

You don’t ask for him to stop, though. You wouldn’t even dream of it. Instead, you open yourself further, you push your chest out more so he can lean down and catch a nipple between sharp teeth. You lift your hips when he tells you to, watch scars flex over his chest and arms, trace tattooed skin with eager eyes that look through overstimulated tears.

Everything he gives you, you take with a fucked out smile on your face and the marks of his teeth on your throat, right up until you’re stuffed full of cum and dripping for the rest of the night.

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