#iwa chan supremacy

[anisespice]

“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 4

one || two || three

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list. 

pairing: seijoh4 x gn!reader [ oikawa, iwaizumi, mattsun, maki ]

warnings: mature content. MDI. cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, the word “dick” said over a million times lol this chapter is basically bigdick!4 supremacy, corny behavior, camboy!maki, slight mentions of degradation, iwa’s is the shortest (I’M SORRY), some minor errors probably and i think that’s it :] !!

notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT :'))) life was kicking my ass and the last thing i could think about was getting metaphorically dicked down lol but hope you enjoy, thank y'all so much for your patience, and the last couple parts coming soon!

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy, @captaincyberqueen , @tsukiran

OIKAWA would be the reason the list even exists, let’s be honest. 

But, for the sake of the plot, we’ll pretend otherwise.

Once again, without fail, after another grand win for the great king, he’s swarmed by his devoted groupies—Shoving their phones, gifts, and themselves in his face hoping to catch even a sliver of his attention.

And once again, you stood on the sidelines, impatiently waiting for him to leave the spotlight; irked your soul sometimes.

It’s not that you were against him being praised or anything, even though his head was fat enough to begin with, you loved the admiration people had for him. But there’s a fine line between being a fan and being a straight-up weirdo. 

And right now, they’re tap-dancing on that line something fierce. 

“Tooru!~ will you sign right here?” 

One pulled down the collar of her shirt, exposing more of her breasts that were pushed up damn-near to her chin whilst wearing a sultry smile. You caught a small glimpse of panic flash across his features before he covered it with a nervous laugh, eyes subtly shifting over to you as he replied. “..How 'bout a photo instead?” 

Things went on like that for the next few minutes. Someone would even take it a step further by flat out asking for his number, or if he was single. They already knew the answer to that, it was the same every time, yet they continuously tried their luck as if someday, through the power of delusion and manifestation, his answer would miraculously change despite you always attending his practices and his games, wearing his spare jersey, holding his hand, shoving your tongue down his throat, didn’t matter—Them hoes were relentless.

But, so were you. 

“Oh, Tooru!~ If you don’t wrap this up, you’ll be walking home!~” You sang, mirroring the tone of the girl from earlier. The semi-empty threat made the setter perk up like a hound, eyes wide as that same panic returned as well.

Although this time, he wasn’t so quick to play it off. 

“U-Uh,” he squeaked, then immediately covered by clearing his throat. “Yes, uh, well, it’s been great chatting with you all tonight. Thank you again for your love and support for the team, it's always appreciated. I hope you’ll continue to cheer us and myself oninthefuture—WAIT! [____]-chan! Don’t leave, y’know my poor legs won’t survive the walk back! Baby, c'mon, wait up!” 

Oikawa whined as he scrambled to catch up to your retreating form, no longer concerned with the crowd of disgruntled faces he left behind as they watched their object of affection slip away yet again. A small part of you wanted to turn back and stick your tongue out at them in petty victory, but you refrained. The sound of their great king pleading for your attention was satisfactory enough.

You barely made it outside before his long arms wrapped around your front, locking you to his chest as he leaned almost his entire weight on you. You could feel his heart thrumming against your head as he panted. Eventually, he huffed, no doubt pouting as he gently swayed you in his arms. “You’re mean.” 

Keeping your gaze forward, you frowned. “And I have the right to be. You said you’d tell some of those ‘fans’ of yours to chill out—it’s getting way out of hand, Tooru. That one girl practically flashed her damn tits at you, and you gawked like a virgin.” 

He chortled, incredulously, “I did not! She caught me off guard..!” 

“And yet, you rewarded her with a photo instead of calling out her inappropriate behavior. Make it make sense.” 

You attempted to shrug him off only for his hold to tighten, spinning you around to gaze at you with chocolate brown eyes resembling that of a puppy out in the rain—One of the unfair tactics of Tooru Oikawa to get back on your good side. You had full intent of ignoring him, standing your ground…but how could you possibly stay mad at that adorable face? 

Easy. By not looking directly at it. 

“Nuh uh. I don’t think so,” you gently pushed away the setter’s face, earning another whine in protest. “You’re not getting off the hook that easily. I’m really upset with you.” 

“Buh I dinit do anyfing,” he said through smooshed lips. 

“And that’s the problem. You need to set boundaries with them, Tooru. Things’ll only continue to get out of hand the longer you enable it. Next thing you know they’re clawing and biting at your flesh so they can take a piece of you home with them under their nails and in their teeth.”

Oikawa grimaced, leaning back. “Ew. Graphic. They’re fans, baby, not rabid animals. I think you may be exaggerating.”

You cocked a brow. “Am I now? Well. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

—

The team had never seen their captain move so fast in their entire season. This was the first time he’d just straight up avoided his entourage and head straight for the showers after practice, scurrying off like his ass was on fire. Questions would spark around the gym about this drastic shift in behavior.

“What’s his deal?” One player voiced. “Usually he sticks around at least another hour to entertain his cult.”

“Not sure. After our last game, he’s been skittish.” Another replied.

A third jumped in after taking a swig of his water. “Think it’s got something to do with that..thing we saw the other night?”

The small group thought back to when all of their phones went off at the same time, social medias in a frenzy about their very own star player. At first glance, they figured it was just highlights of their game, specifically highlighting Oikawa. But, upon further inspection…it was something else entirely.

'Tooru Oikawa. 6’3ft King of the Court, and also our hearts. Being notoriously known as the campus pretty boy, loved by many and envied by the rest, it wouldn’t be far-fetched to consider him the blueprint—The default setting of everyone’s wet dream. He’s a tall, talented, smooth-talker with playful eyes and a panty-dropping smile, a textbook definition of  ‘Prince Charming’. Everybody and they mama, daddy, even bald-headed granny would kill to jump this man’s bones. Many would see him as the romantic type, but there’s something more…unhinged hidden beneath the pretty-boy persona. After much debate, our beloved setter is to be dubbed a whole SWITCH, no nintendo. At first he’ll play the dominant role, but edge him long enough and you’ll bring the Great King to his knees, quivering, drooling, you name it. He’s shameless. 9.5/10 - half a point deducted for his inferiority/superiority complex. Get some therapy, babe. ♡’

They didn’t think much of it at the time, when it came to their attention whore of a captain, it wasn’t completely unexpected, especially if his groupies had anything to do with it. The players looked at one another, then back at the gaggle of hormones waiting for the brunette in question by the doors. It was unanimous.

“Yep.” “Uh-huh.”

The third player snorts. “‘bout time it sucked to be him for once.”

When Oikawa eventually exited the locker room, he did everything in his power to appear small, tip-toeing across the floor with his head down and shoulders hunched in crouching tiger-like fashion. He would’ve gotten away scott-free…if not for his petty teammates.

“See ya tomorrow, captain!”

It bounced off the gym walls, the setter grimacing as his devoted followers instantly looked in his direction, predatory gazes stunning him like a deer caught in headlights. Oikawa shot the players a nasty glare over his shoulder, flipping them off and continuing for the exit. He attempted to stiff-arm his way through the hoard, ducking and dodging their grabby hands and shutting down their…bolder advances.

“Tooru-chan!~ Let me show you what I’m capable of, I’ll have you begging in no time, just say the word!~”

“Unhinged men are so my type—Step on me, spit on me, call me names until I cry, I want it all!~”

“I bet it’s bubblegum pink, right? Does it curve to the left or right?”

Oikawa blanched. “Ladies, please, this is ridiculous! You all know I’m in a relationship with-”

“They don’t have to know.”

One had tried reaching out to touch him, but was quickly thwarted when the setter grabbed her wrist. Not tight enough to hurt, but enough to get the message across—Too far. Everyone came to a hush at the sudden display, cowering slightly at the intensity that pooled in his eyes, dark and cold as he fixed the whole group with a stern expression. You were right (obviously). Things escalated the second they were given an inch, with complete disregard to his boundaries and what you meant to him.

These weren’t fans. Not real ones, at least.

Oikawa deeply exhaled through his nose, calming himself down to keep from saying something he’d regret. Releasing the girl’s wrist, the setter gently moved her out of his personal space, resadjusting his bag and sporting a rather disinterested expression.

“It appears you all have misunderstood your place. I’ll forgive that disgusting comment only once. But, if this obscene, rude, and down right shameful behavior continues, I’ll have no choice but to inform the coach of your harassment and have you banned from future practices and games. Do I make myself clear?”

When you arrived to pick up Oikawa per usual, you were surprised to see that he was already waiting for you, not a single group ie in sight.

Skeptical, you looked around as you approached him, thinking those buzzards were still in listening distance, just waiting to pounce. But, when all you’re welcomed with was a big hug and kiss, you relaxed. Oikawa pulled back and gave you a sheepish smile. He explained everything that had happened, rubbing his the back of his neck in embarrassment. When he finished, he looked down at you with those same puppy eyes he gave you the other day.

“Please don’t say I told you so?”

You cooed, reaching up to fiddle with his hair at his nape. He leaned into your touch, content. Until you said, “I told you so.”

He frowned. “You’re MEAN.”

Once IWAIZUMI learned it involved Oikawa in any way, that’s all he needed to know to have no interest in the list. Sort of like Sakusa, if the topic gets brought up, he finds himself tuning out. The last thing he needed was to get dragged into whatever mess his dumbass best friend got himself involved with. But, unfortunately for him, one doesn’t simply choose to be on the list…the list chooses you.

And one afternoon, the former ace was the unlucky winner.

‘Hajime Iwaizumi. 5’10ft hunk made of pure Husband Material. We’re talking the man who’ll open doors for you, pull out chairs, hold your bags without fuss, give you massages, cook you hearty meals, the whole nine yards. With that information in mind, you can’t tell me he’s not an absolute DOG in the bedroom. I’m talking about a man who’ll bully your insides, manhandle you and call you his “favorite cocksleave” or his “pretty little whore”. He’s the type to say the nastiest shit in your ear and tease you for the cute reactions you’d give him before shoving his tongue down your throat, while his dick kisses your appendix. Definitely a Hard Dom who only rewards good behavior, so if you plan to be a brat to this man—Good luck. But, as soon as he’s fucked that attitude outta you he’s back to being such a sweetheart! So so so attentive, so devoted, and will do anything for you. He’s God’s favorite. 1000000/10.’

“Oh? .. Hey, babe.” You said, curiously. Iwa grunted in response. “You know that list thingy Oikawa-?”

“Nope.” He easily answered, eyes focused ahead and he continued bench pressing the heavy bar.

You slap his chest. “You didn’t even let me finish!” He responded with a playful smirk, making you lightly slap him again.

Straddling his lap while he pumped iron was routine. It consisted of him doing what he does and you keeping him company, soaking up his presence until you inevitably left for your next lecture. Sometimes you kept count for him, other times you’d happily just be a distraction; today you did both.

“Haji,” you whined, wiggling a little. He ignored you on purpose, stubbornly refusing to indulge the topic. But that didn’t deter you from pestering him. “Ha-ji-me!”

“Ba-by-doll,” he echoed, grunting shortly after when he placed the heavy weight back on the rack, finished with the set. Panting, he sat up and readjusted you in his lap, hands resting on your thighs as he finally looked at you, amused at your scowl. “I don’t get why you’re so interested in that shitty list.”

“I’m not…until now.”

“Why?”

Turning your phone screen to show him the updated post, Iwa’s eyes scanned it before his brows furrowed in confusion, then tightened with irritation, jaw clenched and annoyance clear on his face. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes to unsee it and merely laying back down on the bench. “Block them.”

You gaped. “What? No way!”

“It’s nothing but perverts with too much time on their hands,” he grunted, lifting up the bar and beginning his set. “It’ll rot your brain. Or what’s left of it, anyways.”

With a dramatic gasp, you retorted with, “Jerk. I’ll retweet and tell them you also love sucking on toes, how ‘bout that?”

Iwa paused mid-push. He eyed you from his laying position, voice dangerously low as he said, “Try it and I’ll bench press you next.”

“Hm.”

Through squinted eyes, MATTSUN briefly scanned the bright screen of Maki’s phone displaying the updated post that started circulating around their group for the past few minutes. Without much reaction, one would think he was too buzzed to be able to even comprehend it.

But he understood all too well.

‘Issei Matsukawa. 6’2ft lazy ass with a third leg. Doesn’t matter if he looks like he uses 5-and-1 body wash, he smells DELECTABLE. And don’t get me started on the gray, low-hanging joggers he usually wears around campus—He needs to be arrested walking around with a concealed weapon in those sweats—sir, put it in me AWAY. The literal embodiment of “If it slaps his thigh when he walk, I’ll listen when he talk.” The ultimate brat-tamer tbh. You can’t get under his skin, he’s so nonchalant and laid back, your attitude would just be foreplay for him (HIS FREAKY ASS). And if you think he’s already big on soft??? Bitch. Gon head and call outta work for tomorrow. 50/10.’

“Uh..congrats?” Kindaichi gave an awkward thumbs up.

Maki snickered, tongue in cheek. “Yeah, man, how’s it feel being ‘dick of the week’? They’re even givin’ it nicknames ‘nd shit.” He scrolled further into the depths of debauchery. Peering from over his shoulder to see for himself, Kunimi‘s face scrunched in mild disgust.

“Someone called it ‘The Door-Knocker’? Fucking cringe.”

“Fucking retweet.” The strawberry blonde hummed in approval. “Oo, I like this one—‘The Punisher’. That’s badass.”

Yahaba snickered only to then start choking on his drink, snatching Kyotani by the front of his shirt for support as he hacked for air. The wing-spiker merely glared, winding his hand back to beat the shit out of his back. “Ack! Kyo—fuc-! BRO STOP.”

“I’m helping.”

“You’re killing me!”

“Same thing,” he grunted.

Mattsun snorted, taking another swig of beer. After skimming through the thread, he lowly drawled out, “Cool, I guess. No big deal.”

He didn’t know much about the list, only that if you ended up on it you were pretty much an ace in the game of dick-slanging. But, he didn’t need some thirsty randoms on the internet telling him that he fucks. He had you to attest to all that, and your opinion was the only one that truly mattered. Not that either of you would kiss and tell.

His friends, on the other hand, felt otherwise. As far as they were concerned, Mattsun was a single man. And right now, he was shitting on a blessing sent from the gods. Maki halted his sip to eye his best friend, beer can lowering suspiciously. “No big deal?”

Mattsun shrugged. “t’s what I said.”

Yahaba finally caught his breath, chiming in with a winded, “Yeah right…you’re probably itching to check your DMs. Tell me ‘m wrong.”

“Ok. You’re wrong,” he replied, chugging the remainder of his beer can before crushing it. Yahaba went to argue, but Mattsun cut him off by speaking through a burp. “Don’t got the energy…to entertain someone who just wants my dick.”

“Don’t you mean, ‘Door-knocker’?” Kunimi teased.

“I thought it was ‘The Punisher’..?” Watari asked, uncertain.

“I saw ‘Horse Cock’ on there.” Kindaichi grimaced.

Mattsun shook his head. “Whatever. Point is, ‘m not interested in racking up my body count anytime soon, so those DMs will just go unanswered. Hell, maybe even deleted.”

“Bullshit,” Maki challenged. He points an accusing finger. “There’s another reason. It’s ‘cause you’re already screwing around with someone, aren’t ya?”

A silence fell upon the group, all eyes instantly honing in on the taller male with metaphorical ears raised high in scandalized curiosity, some (read: Kindaichi and Yahaba) more obvious about it than others. Mattsun merely gave a halfhearted shrug, neither denying nor confirming the information. “Aha! See, see, look at ‘em, dodging the question! He’s so cuffed.”

“No shot,” Yahaba deadpanned, “mister ‘Noncommittal’ himself?”

Mattsun glared. “Oi. I commit to stuff.”

“He’s gettin’ defensive.” Kunimi pointed out with a wry grin.

“Must be true, then.” Kyotani nodded, mischievous glint in his eye.

The others hummed in agreement, theorizing about his type in partners and how there could be a potential special someone in their senior’s life, while the bastard behind it all watched smugly on the couch, sipping his drink like a gossiping old biddy. Mattsun squinted in annoyance at his best friend. “Et tu, dumbass?”

Maki raised his hands, “Hey, don’t get mad at me. You basically told on yourself. No guy in their right mind would ever pass up on that many opportunities unless he’s A) Stupid, B) Aro/Ace, or C) Spoken for. Now, my vote’s between A and C, but feel free to update me on your sexual orientation.”

Mattsun flipped him off, sporting a sarcastic expression.

His phone then began to vibrate on the table. As quickly as they looked at the former middle blocker, everyone’s gaze shot toward the offending device, then back on him; expectantly. Despite his calm exterior the brunette felt his heart-rate spike, brow twitching at the childish looks and jeers he started getting, borderline peer-pressuring him to pick it up.

After a few seconds of continuous ringing, Kunimi huffed in mild annoyance for him to, “Answer it, already.”

Maki added fuel to fire by saying, “Unless you want one of us to answer for you-” Mattsun snatched the phone off the table.

With the grace of a gorilla, he stood from the couch and quickly shuffled to the corner of the room. Answering it, he cleared his throat, face flushing at the chorus of snickers coming from behind him as he greeted you with a simple, but elated, “Hey.”

“Hey, ‘sei!”

“Hey,” he said again, breathing out a small chuckle. “Can’t sleep?”

You responded with your own chuckle. “Yeah, actually. I was wondering if you’d wanna maybe…ride around with me? I’m thinking McDonald’s. Oo! Or that wing place by campus, y’know, the one with the teriyaki flavor you liked? I think they don’t close until, like, 2am. Or…was it 1am?”

Mattsun snorted at your rambles, leaning against the wall as he let you continue. Unbeknownst to him, the guys were practically stacked on top of each other, stretching their ears to hear your voice. From what they could pick up, you sounded so upbeat, animated as you spoke. They watched in awe as their senior barely spoke but was engaged in whatever you were saying, nodding along and humming to let you know he was still listening. If he wasn’t faced the other way, they were certain they’d see a smitten expression on his face.

“Mhm.. mhm. Yeah, ‘m sure that squirrel really appreciated you sharing your almonds, baby.”

“BABY???” The group exclaimed.

The brunette jumped slightly, completely forgetting where he was for a moment there. He briefly looked over his shoulder before turning back towards the wall with a groan—Every single one of those bastards were either grinning or gaping in shock. Mattsun cursed under his breath. You made a noise of confusion.

“Are you with the guys? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt! We can totally chill another night if you-”

“Nah, was just about to leave. Think I’ve entertained these assholes long enough.” He grumbled, walking over to grab his jacket, but not before thumping Maki on the head; the latter hissed through his teeth in pain as he held the throbbing spot. “Rather be with you anyways. I’ll send the address, lemme know when you’re outside.”

“O-Oh, okay then!” You giggled, flattered. “I’ll see you soon. Love you!”

He turned back to look at the group, smug as they still watched him with disbelief painted on their faces as Mr. Non-committal was ditching them to hang with his commitment. Like he tried to tell them before, he didn’t need some thirsty randoms on the internet. He had you, and that’s more than enough.

“Love you too, [_____].” Then, he walks out. Leaving the room in even more chaos compared to when he first answered the phone, immediately on his ass as the scrambled after him for answers.

“[______]?????”

Who would’ve guessed their sweet, beloved volleyball manager from high school was the one getting visits from “The Punisher”.

Within his inner circle, MAKI is usually overlooked. He’s not popular like Oikawa, nor jacked like Iwa, and he’s doesn’t have the whole ‘sexy aloof’ vibe like Mattsun. He’s just…tall. And funny—The ‘Pete Davidson’ of the group. At least, that’s what your friends called him. Somehow, once again during your outing with them at the mall the topic of your relationship became the focal point of the conversation, stretching their brains for why you were so enamored with a guy like him.

“He gotta be packin’. Like, I’m talking anaconda.”

“Type shit. Y’know what they say about them tall and skinny ones.”

You rolled your eyes, wry smirk spreading across your face as you busied yourself sifting through a clothes rack. The conspiratorial discussion had been going on for the past ten minutes, throwing anything and everything at the wall until something stuck—Meaning, waiting for you to confirm. “[_____]. Be honest. It’s ‘cause of his dick, right?”

A lady standing on the other side of the rack gasped in shock, face twisting up in revulsion as she clutched her purse before stomping away, scandalized. You snorted, peeking over your shoulder to raise an eyebrow at them while they struggled to suppress their childish merriment at the poor woman’s embarrassment.

“Quit it before they kick us out.” You attempted to sound stern, but there was no hiding your own amusement. One friend playfully nudged you while the other began to snicker. “And no, it’s not because of that. It’s a bonus, though.”

The first gasped, then exclaimed, “So it is big!”

“’m not finna start with you,” you replied looking back at the clothes, pretending not to know them as nearby customers gave the side-eye. Neither one paid any mind as they continued to gossip. “We have this conversation every time we go out. Give it a rest.”

“Not until you tell us what you see in him.”

“I mean, I get it, but then I look at his friends and…” she hissed through her teeth, shaking her head. “I’m just saying. You fumbled.”

“I’m not taking that from someone who slept with a door dasher just because they got the restaurant to put extra sauce in your bag.”

The guilty party gaped, “It wasn’t included in their instructions, they were a real one for that!”

“Still don’t know why you did it,” the other friend sighed. “The food was cold, and I’m certain they took some of my fries.”

“Shut up, we’re not talking about my poor life choices, we’re talking about [_____]’s.”

“Fuck you,” you laughed. “You two need to get off my man. You haven’t even properly met him yet. He’s a sweetheart, he treats me like royalty, and I don’t care what y’all say, that man is fine.”

“Please. You’re just dickmatized.”

“Enough about his dick already!”

Your outburst drew the attention of a nearby employee; the store manager. Even though she wore a professional smile, you could see death in her eyes. With a nervous smile, you gave an apologetic wave before quickly grabbing your friends by their arms and escorting yourselves out before you got banned. Your closet was getting full, anyways.

“Look…I know the guys I’ve dated in the past were…questionable. But, I really like this one. And I swear the pictures I showed you don’t do him justice, his goofy ass just never sits still.”

They looked skeptical, having heard that one before. You huffed.

“Alright. How about I invite him over tonight? That way you have a chance to get to know him better. And if you’re still iffy, then…then you’ll have to get over it because you love me dearly and want me to be happy and just because you don’t think he’s attractive doesn’t mean I don’t, he is very gorgeous to me-!”

“[_____], honey, breathe.”

You stopped to inhale, then concluded with a small, “Please?”

They exchanged another look of skepticism, until the second added one condition. “He better not show up empty-handed.”

—

When the doorbell rang, the mood instantly shifted in the room, your friends going silent and gazes sharp as they looked at your door. Unbeknownst to all of you, on the other side of the door, Maki shivered, confused where that sudden chill came from. You gave them an eager, though strained, smile before scampering over to greet your awaiting guest. Upon opening the door, your smile slowly dropped at the sight of Maki sipping out of a large styrofoam cup with the words 'Big Gulp' written on it, dressed casually in sweats and a beanie, appearing very empty-handed.

After he swallowed, he gave a drawled, "Yo."

Your eye twitched. "Takehiro." He hummed, taking another sip of his drink. "Remember that important thing we discussed over the phone? Literally the only thing I asked you not to be when you got here?"

He thought about it, taking note of the daggers you were shooting at his cup. Maki made a noise of realization. "Oh, right. I bought snacks too, buuut I accidentally ate ‘em all on the way. My bad. But, look," he shook the cup, "technically still not empty-handed."

A small part of you wanted to be mad, frustrated at the least...but there was no hiding the giggle you rewarded him with, of which turned into more giggles. With sigh, you stepped forward to wrap your arms around his middle in a hug. "You’re so dumb."

"Missed you, too." He playfully rolled his eyes, returning the hug and craning his neck to kiss your forehead. The two of you stood there for a moment, just basking in each other's warmth. But, the moment was short-lived when he gave a long, exaggerated exhale through his nose before murmuring, "Ready?"

"...No." You groaned.

"Damn, do they bite or something?"

"No, they’re just...unfiltered. I love them, don't get me wrong, but they can work on your nerves to an olympic degree. You'll see once we get inside...They're gonna ask about your dick, by the way. Just ignore it."

Maki snorted, bewildered. "I'll try my best."

"Also...try not to mention that...other thing."

"What other thing?"

"You know," you raised your brows, looking over your shoulder in case they were eavesdropping before softly continuing, "that post."

It took a second, but he eventually caught on to what you meant.

‘Takehiro Hanamaki. 6’0ft shameless manslut (affectionately) who’s taken the campus by storm with his rather...interesting side hobby that pretty much has every student reaching for their wallets and switching to incognito mode on their browsers. Who would’ve guessed that lanky, low-eyed beanpole had the talent to film such erotic content and put a whole industry to shame with just his smartphone and a couple LED lights? After getting past the paywall and binging his videos (for research) it’s safe to say this man is very much a power bottom, maybe even a top depending on his mood, with a fowl mouth that’s not afraid to moan like a porn star. Best $200 I’ve ever spent (FOR RESEARCH). Highly recommend if you’re interested in having the best guided orgasm of your life—Link is in the thread! Get that bag, king. 10/10.’

A shit-eating grin stretched across his face instantly. He bounced his eyebrows, leaning down to teasingly say, "Ohh. That post. What? Don't want 'em to know how I make my living? Or, you scared they'll find out you're my number one supporter, always touching themselves just behind the camera-"

"Hiro!" You hissed, face set ablaze as you looked over your shoulder again, anxious. He found your reaction cute, using the straw in his cup to poke your cheek. You huffed at him. "I don't want them to pry. I doubt they've seen it since they go to a different uni, and I'd like to keep it that way. Okay?"

He easily shrugged. “You’re the boss.”

You exhaled, relieved. “Thank you.” You turned to head back inside, knowing your friends were just itching to bombard Maki, however you were stopped when he grabbed your arm.

“But.”

“…But?”

“I’ll let the dick-related questions slide and keep my side hustle under wraps, but you have to do something for me in exchange for my good behavior.”

You tilted your head, nervous. “Like what?”

His grinned mischievously, eyes half-mast as he used his free hand to hold your jaw, making you gasp softly when he tilted your head back. “Instead of being behind the camera in my next video…my number one supporter has to be the star.”

You rapidly blinked, heat traveling throughout your body once you registered his words. Fumbling over your own, you didn’t have time to protest when the door behind you opens wide, revealing your impatient friends. Maki let go of your jaw and settled for wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close as he waved at them with the hand that still had the large cup in it.

“‘sup.” He flashed them a sly grin. Maki took in their shocked faces, hoping they were a good sign as he introduced himself. “[_____]’s told me a lot about you guys. Hope you didn’t mind me crashing your get together.”

They absolutely did not mind.

You weren’t lying—Those pictures you showed did him dirty. Nothing could’ve prepared them for the uno reverse that was Takehiro Hanamaki. From his lax posture and cozy demeanor, sleepers build and cute smile, it’s no wonder you were drawn to him. Plus he’s funny with a big dick (allegedly)?????

After you composed yourself, still reeling from your conversation earlier, you eventually mustered up a triumphant smile at your friends as they gaped up at Maki, speechless. “So? You guys still think I fumbled?”

© 2023-2024 anisespice ッ all rights reserved. likes, comments & reblogs much appreciated!

[mariisaaaaa]

Haikyuu!!

keeping track of what i've read so far ^_^

IWAOI

03.05.2023 Wednesday

焦がれて怖くなる [I yearn for you so much that I'm getting scared]

Tooru's body is littered with different flowers. Hajime's is, too. Not as many as Tooru has, but enough for Tooru to rest assured that Hajime will never realize that the cluster of red and yellow camellias above his heart are from Tooru.

(AU where flowers bloom on your body like tattoos when someone experiences particularly strong or long-lasting emotions for you.)

☆☆☆☆☆ fave. made me cry a bit. friends to lovers supremacy fr fr. highly recommended :))

06.06.2023

In This Same Space (stay for a minute)

Yahaba rolled his eyes, reaching up to peel Tooru’s hand away from his face. “He’s not going to magically appear just because I said something nice about him. Iwaizumi-senpai isn’t actually a demon, y’know.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he were,” Tooru muttered mutinously as they resumed walking. “There isn’t anything off with my costume, right?”

“You’ve already asked me this nine times this morning, senpai. It looks good, no, I don’t see anything out of place, people are going to eat it up and take a billion photos with you and seriously, why do you care so much about what Iwaizumi-senpai is going to-”

“I do not fucking care,” Tooru hissed through a gritted smile as he waved to a couple of familiar faces rushing past, “about what that pedant says about my cosplays. I do not.”

In which Oikawa is a fairly well-known cosplayer, Iwaizumi is the irritatingly talented doujinka who regularly spots errors in his costumes, and their booths keep ending up located beside one another at conventions, much to Oikawa's dismay.

1000/10 genuflect show ur respect down on one kneeeee

Tooru's Toil and Trouble

Tooru's been obsessed with finding his soulmate for years to no avail.

Giving up is easy; joining Akaashi and Bokuto for goth night before Halloween is even easier. But when Tooru realizes he's gotten his soulmark after dancing with a stranger who disappears; he decides to throw himself in earnest into tracking down one, Iwaizumi Hajime, for an interview as a distraction.

A Halloween themed Soulmate AU with soulmarks, pranks, ridiculous costumes and enough koamoji's to kill Iwa-chan!

10/10 cuteeeee

SAKUATSU

??.04.2023 ???

bet on it

Volleyball players are known for a lot of things.

Intense plays, long rallies, arm-breaking serves—those are to name a few. But in Japan, the volleyball players (high school, college, and professionals alike) are infamous for something that no one really expected: their betting pool.

(or alternately, everyone finds out that one of the best spikers in Japan, Sakusa Kiyoomi, is dating someone and they try to figure out his identity while the person he’s dating remains clueless about it.)

cute fun read :)) not the most unique or memorable fic ever,, but a cute read nevertheless ^_^ good as a lift-me-up mindless read.

[ishikawayukis]

me veo en la obligación de mandar un segundo ask solo de Haikyuu bc we gotta talk about it fr JAJAJAJA

ME ENCANTA QUE SEA DE TUS ANIMES FAVORITOS!! yo quedé encantada, yo sé que son un montón de niños jugando voleibol but I swear this is actually a life-changing anime and boy did I cry so many times😭🫶🏽

DAICHI SUPREMACY HELL YEAH!!! pero espérate cómo que la gente anda hablando mal de Daichi??🤨 literalmente karasuno no hubiera llegado a dónde está sin él, that boy did not falter in his faith for this team and did his best to bring karasuno back to its feet???

that being said, I might be a traitor within the karasuno fandom porque mis favoritos después de karasuno son nekoma y dateko and my fave is Kuroo🫶🏽🩵✨ pero le siguen Tsuki y Nishinoya así que con eso me excuso JAJAJAJAJAJAJA

siendo honesta al inicio no podía tener favoritos, todos tienen una dedicación y amor increíble por el deporte aún si piensan dedicarse a el o solo mantenerlo como “hobby” so just seeing how hard they worked for it and their character development made me have a soft spot for everyone in karasuno that I just couldn’t choose, fue hasta la temporada 3 que dije “vaya hoy si, creo que al menos puedo decidir top 5��� JAJAJAJA

ALSO I know the answer might 100% be yes so: WHAT DID YOU THINK ABOUT THE MOVIE??? what were your favorite scenes??? yo refeliz de tener más interacciones de Kuroo y Daichi + Kuroo y Tsuki pero no me hubiera quejado si la película duraba otra hora JAJAJAJA I actually decided to not read the manga yet bc I wanted to experience everything for the first time when watching the movie, so I’m starting to read it now that I have watched it whenever I have time lol

de mis escenas favoritas fue el pov de Kenma ofc, that was so cool and I didn’t expect it at all Y LO CHISTOSO JAJAJAJA en el cole yo no le daba a ningún deporte y recuerdo que para volley+basket hasta nos hicieron hacer reportes de la historia y reglas antes de empezar el semestre and I remember not caring bc I didn’t want to get tired, literal yo era Kenma pero sin Kuroo JAJAJAJA y cuando empecé a ver Haikyuu me quedé como “hey, si me lo explican así si entiendo y suena súper estratégico y genial” and I started thinking that if I had to play or decided to, I would probably choose to be a setter since Kenma looks like he’s surviving- men ese pov me recordó que cualquier cosa se puede ver fácil hasta que te toca hacerla JAJAJAJA I swear I felt the fatigue and the anxiety in that moment

this is what haikyuu deserves tbh

mi cuñado la empezó a ver también y me decía pq son tan dramáticos y pq estoy tan metidoooo q tiene este animé AJAJAJ pero si eso es lo q más me gusta q es literal un montón de cabros simplemente amando mucho un deporte :')

it's not that they talk poorly about daichi, is that the only thing that they say about him is "haha he's dead" because of the scene when he collides with tanaka and has to leave the game. and it's LITERALLY the only thing they say about him and if you see any video of daichi literally anything about him someone in the comments always says "too bad he died rip daichi we miss you" and shit like that, or they would only include him to make a he's dead joke and it's soooooooo annoying, the importance of that whole scene and everything that happened after literally goes over their heads because "it's a funny joke" (it's not it's so over used and fucking lame) (so sorry this really como decimos en chile hace q me arda el hoyo AJAJAJ)

no pero same LMAO i'm a karasuno girly 100% those are My Dudes pero nekoma? los amo, seijoh también iwa-chan daría mi vida por ti. y kuroo es literally my segundo favorito después de daichi AJAJ asi q no puedo decir nada (y nishinoya y tsukki también son mis favoritos después de daichi JAJAJA)

my fave character development story is literally tsukki's because he was fighting to hard to find a reason to give it his all and he just couldn't, so when he has that moment against shiratorizawa? literally sobbed LMAO i was reading the manga when that whole match was coming out so reading it the first time was truly mind blowing, and then seeing the animation for it? top 5 haikyuu moments for real

i loved it!!! i really really loved it but honestly? would love it if it was an actual season more. me gustó q fuese todo del punto de vista de kenma pq era súper distinto a lo q estamos acostumbrados, pero extrañé mucho el punto de vista de karasuno pq bueno, ellos son la razón pq la q me gusta tanto haikyuu ajajaj y también sentí q no le dieron tanto la importancia q tenía el partido, se sentía como si fuesen más amigos jugando q rivales en un partido en las nacionales, pq como a kenma no le importaba ganar o perder sino q le importaba saber cómo dominar por así decirlo a hinata no tenía esa presión por así decirlo. the animation for it was amazing but we literally only saw karasuno besides hinata tsukki and kageyama like, 3 times LMAO like i could not tell you a single thing asahi did, and i'm incredibly thankful they actually included the kurodai moments but they felt like More in the manga as well, like their last hug is such a pretty panel in the manga (wait i'm gonna find it because i love it LMAO)

LIKE!!!!! daichi literally crossed just to give him a hug because it was so important for both of them AND THEY DIDN'T CAPITALIZE THEIR SILLY RIVALRY ENOUGH!!!! because they're not like kagehina who want to beat eachother because of how they met and what not, or even kurotsukki for this match which was like ok can you beat your teacher kinda way. like kurodai has such a petty stupid rivalry and i have sooooooo much to say about them but i won't (can you tell they're my favorites lmao)

AMÉ esa parte demasiado, fue muy inteligente de su parte, además agregándole q el único sonido era su respiración literal demasiado bien hecho y se notó como lo anticlimatic q fue el punto con el q perdieron pq también se sintió así leyendo el manga, después de manso rally literal fue q se le cayó la pelota por sudor. q pasa! y pasa mucho pero no sé amé demasiado toda esa parte amo mucho haikyuu AAJJAAJ y weno no puedo decir lo mismo pq yo si jugué volley en el colegio AJAJAJ no sabía las reglas como las muestran en haikyuu pero si tenía q elegir un deporte era volley hasta q ya no había mucha gente asi q jugué fútbol AJAJAJ and yeah in theory the setter is the one that moves the least IF the passes are good and they can stay in the same place, which is what you realize does not happen with his point of view, and i swear i was also feeling breathless watching that part and just thinking oh my god when will it end when will the ball fall this is insane

[moondaddymichikatsu]

Random Iwaizumi x reader headcanons because

Iwa-chan Supremacy🛐

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◍ If you're ever out together, Hajime enjoys scaring people off if they're looking at you a second too long for his liking.

◍ Tries his best to keep you away from Oikawa because he thinks Oikawa wants you for himself.

◍ You use Hajime's scary dog privileges to your advantage so you can go to parties and drink but Hajime doesn't mind because seeing you happy makes him happy.

◍ Hajime let's/wants you to sit on his back while he does push-ups because he wants a little challenge to his workout. And to keep his biceps💪😩.

◍ My guy has way more motivation than usual when you're at a game or practice. This man will go 110% so he can show off and impress you.

◍ He loves when you make him lunch. He doesn't like asking for it because he thinks it's embarrassing but he'll ask through text.

◍ He gets really flustered if you leave notes in his lunches.

◍ Let's you wear his jersey because he thinks it's hot when you wear it.

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NOT KOKUSHIBO RELATED BUT YOU KNOW DAMN WELL I HAVE A SHIT TON A KOKUSHIBO THINGS TO POST😩🤞.

[moonbeam-darling]

Headcanon that everyone on the national team has had at least a tiny crush on Iwaizumi since they met him. He's just this great guy who's rather perceptive even though he's also dense as hell, and just wants to help everyone, which makes them all fall for him, even if it's just a strong sense of admiration. They're basically his fan club. Iwaizumi is much too dense to realize it on his own, and Oikawa has to convince him that he is in fact popular and well loved by everyone.

[suna-reversed]

iwaizumi spreading you open and pushing your knees until they’re pressed against your chest as he fucks you, rolling his hips languidly so you can feel the contours of his cock. you’re gushing and clenching around him while your eyes are transfixed on the glinting gold chain around iwaizumi’s neck that has your initials on it. his forearms rest around your head, caging you in, as the chain swings in your face every time iwaizumi thrusts. he groans when he realizes you’ve gone stupid on him, your fingernails digging crescents into his shoulders and your glassy eyes loosely focused on the chain around his neck that signifies he’s yours.

[darthdutton]

Iwaizumi x Y/N

This is a fanart for the fic - You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him - Part 2

(Not me taking advantage of the opportunity to draw iwa in the iconic denim fit) & ( i hope this looks like iwa)

My favourite!!

And the ones i messed up ( they are still my babies) !! I should really stop colouring things, i suck at colouring 👀👀

Not me completely ignoring the existence of Kuroo in the fic. Sorry Kuroo, I love you but, IWA!!

[datingdonovan]

nobody:

literally no one:

genuinely seriously not one person:

every hq writer: and then iwaizumi did the thing where he was parking and he put his hand on the back of your seat to look behind the car and rotated the steering wheel with just his palm

[deadontheinsidebut]

So hard out here for a haikyuu slut but ur married to me bby 🤪😝🤤

Yeah we’re really just trying to dodge all the Kevin Nguyens but contact is inevitable 😔😔

But it’s okay bby we’re a power couple and a half so watch out world, Angelu is coming 🤑🤑🤑

[iwaasfairy]

HEY BAE I LUV UR WRITING UR IWA FIC DKWKFKEKF WUUDUUWF WUFKEKSK also i was wondering if u hav reqs for dark content creators on here

thank you baby! ₍՞◌′ᵕ‵ू◌₎♡

i follow a ton of talented dark content writers who i’d recommend. this became so long and i most definitely forgot people so i’m sorry in advance but i just... there’s so many amazing writers on this site i swear

@shoyokuns : mous is the source of most of my degenerate thoughts, very sexy blog indeed @kouteru : belle, angel baby, has stacks upon stacks of big brain content @aoyukai : casual writer but her brain is so big so follow @nectarous : bee writes some hottt stuff (where tf is the anal representation >:( very sad) @kiyokens : give more kenma content NOW vivi, ily tho @ukeis : irina (a snuff queen for me, but everything is amazing) @rintarhoes : violet i think this is still your main dark blog for now? but yes fantastic writing, dark or not @yanderexbabydoll : i think you’ve all seen me rave about rhi since the start of this blog but BY EVERYTHING THAT’S HOLY she’s such a fucking good writer i want to be her when im big @tetsou : honey’s content is so fuckkkinnn sexy (i think of the hajime nii angst on the daily) @bakatenshii : angel is so sweet and am AMAZING writer, i miss you i hope you’re well @undermattsun : miss tw toxic, want miki to step on me pls (i’m such a fangirl it’s almost embarrassing) @sugawara-sweetheart : neems has written a ton of amazing stuff, but the dark content lately? godly (mattsun daddy ; ^; and creepy teru nii) @rocorambles : roco and i have many of the same kinks and her works are amazing, brain still rings with gangbang tingz, she also encourages my bad behaviour so :)) @vermiliren : if you don’t follow ren’s both blogs already what are you even doing @suguru-slut : lune’s new dark bloggie (already know it’ll have good content) obviously @seita : the smut hall of fame, @bokutobabie : syd writes some lovely things that make my heart warm but also has the kinks on point @kittenkaashi : laura writes so well and has the biggest, smoothest brain (also her main is fantastic too) @gaos : marty’s dark blog is still pretty new but marty’s a great writer @b0ba-chan : has both dark and more soft nsfw, im a big fan @closetdegen : ezra my love, i hope you’re doing well, very amazing writer @dearsakusa : boys in skirts supremacy ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡ dee is great @nashiexo : fucking amazing content once again, my bde rolemodel @lovingsuna & @angelkaashi : clare’s two bloggies bc everything she does makes me :hearteyes: @atsuuji : cloud’s new blog! go follow if you haven’t yet (her old blog also has fucking amazing content)

and these aren’t purely dark content but also write amazing nsfw so check them out and see if you vibe bc they are great. @kyovtani I love zade so much pls @honey-makki kristen also has dc! @datech diana so cute, sob @aiiishiiiteru makes my meian dreams come true @introloves jax is a fantastic writer and really really sweet but I’m too chicken to tag (edit:I was bullied into tagging >:|) @satendou : spencer is another amazing writer who i want to be like when i grow up @sugardaddykenma lin’s the sexiest shitposter on the platform pass it on @lookslikeleese weese has both dark and nsfw (eyes still on the mattsun angst, it was so fuckihdgz good) and last but definitely not least my long time homies who i adore @kinsurou converted to a hq blog ehehe v sexy @xplosiveboy (if they ever decide to fucking post <33 love you baby) and @wakaoujisenhime viki has that kiri smut for days ++late addition but very important: @sawamooora and @koiibito (lets pretend I’m not a fucking idiot and forgot |:)

And also @onefortyninecm just for the art. Do it. Dickasso of the hq fandom + Dabi

ye i do freak out over half the fandom what about it

[arhvste]

⌈ m y  p e t t y  s e t t e r ⌋

⤷ taglist open - please send an ask to be added

⤷ no updates until ‘next stop iwa-chan’ is complete this is to set up the taglist etc beforehand so i’m prepared to start posting straight away

masterlist

miya atsumu x f reader

smau by kurooskult on tumblr

➴ summary - kageyama tobio owns the title of a lot of things; the genius, the top setter in japan and the biggest rival of miya atsumu. sick and tired of being compared and one-upped by the prodigy setter, atsumu decides he’s going to take the title of the one thing he knows kageyama wanted but couldn’t have. y/n l/n’s boyfriend. - genre - crack, fluff and a little bit of angst

➴ warnings - cursing, suggestive themes (mentioned), alcohol usage

➴ disclaimer - i do not own any of the characters or materials used in this series, all rights go to respective owners !!

↷ series : ongoing

↷ taglist : open

↷ updates : ON HOLD

『 intellects and bokuto || miya supremacy 』

1.0 - simp 2.0 - ship

3.0 - cake 4.0 - hot

5.0 - farmer 6.0 - thug hour

7.0 - lost 8.0 - plan

9.0 - date

[darthdutton]

Awww pretty boy!!! Look at him😍😍😍 Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer supremacy!!!

@screamin-abt-haikyuu , how do you find these👀👀👀, are you secretly a fairy or smth!?

And the bonus gonna give me nightmares😂😂😂 but i am willing to bear the consequences!!Also if it's a nightmare, and there's iwa in it, it's no longer a nightmare

Smiling Iwaizumi Collection

His smiles are so pretty!🥺

Bonus 😂:

Thank you for 400 followers!! <3

Specially curated for my love @darthdutton

MASTERLIST

[posi-writes]

Focus - OikawaxReader

After a long time, I have finally produced a thing. Please enjoy. 

Word Count: almost 1.3lk

You stand in the doorway, waiting for Tooru to acknowledge your presence but it seems he is too engrossed in whatever is playing on his laptop, volleyball clutched tightly in his grip. Based on the intensity of his stare, the sharp sound of skin meeting leather, and the occasional shrill whistle, he is watching a volleyball game. You shift side to side as you decide whether you should interrupt. You did come over at his request after all. A mini celebration for making it through the first day of inter-high. He looks so focused though.

Taking in a deep breathe you swallow down the anxious feeling creeping up through your chest and quietly make your way over until you are standing by his side. A slight twitch in his grip shows you that he is aware of your presence but the fact that his eyes never leave the screen tells you it is subconscious. You choose not to interrupt and instead settle in next to him, turning your gaze to the screen as well. You watch as the two teams, one in navy and orange, the other in teal and white speed around the court.

Head tilted to the side, you try and figure out what has caught his attention so completely when an orange-headed, navy blur shoots from one side of the court to the other then up into the air and spikes the ball across the net to the other side. It was all done in a matter of seconds. A glance to Tooru’s face tells you all you need to know, watching his eyes narrow. He is studying that kid and the setter who made it happen. Speaking of the setter…is that Tobio-kun? You lean a little closer to the screen and confirm your suspicious. He really has grown since middle school. Everything is falling into place. Tooru did say something about crushing his kouhai on the court. This must be Karasuno.

Your gaze drifts from the game back to Tooru as you study the sharp lines of his face, the concentrated furrow of his brow, and the determined set of his mouth as he takes in everything he can, strategizing and trying to find the best solution to accomplish his goals of defeating every team in his path and taking his team to nationals. A look of fond exasperation finds it way onto your face as you throw a quick glance to the clock on the other side of the room. It is getting late. Tooru needs to call it a night and get some sleep. If he shows up to the match tomorrow showing even the slightest hint of not being in top form, Iwaizumi will have his head. Not to mention, he is probably exhausted after his day. Perhaps you should have passed on his offer to spend time together tonight.

While you are stuck in your thoughts, you shift slightly, trying to release some of the ache in your body which finally alerts your boyfriend to your presence. His eyes shoot from the screen to your face as guilt floods his body. He invited you over and then didn’t even notice you were here. How long have you been here anyways? You haven’t said anything yet. Are you upset? He glances back to the game playing out on the screen briefly before returning to you. You can feel his intense stare and slowly turn to look at him before smiling brightly and giving a short wave.

“Well, hello there.”

Tooru looks confused as he brings an unsure hand up to return your greeting.

“Hi?” He phrases it like a question which shifts the look of confusion from his face to yours.

“Are you asking me? You remember inviting me over, don’t you?”

He nods carefully.

“Of course I do. But—” He trails off, uncertain.

The two of you stare at each other for several moments, waiting for the other to speak. You wait on him to finish his thought and he waits for you to finally voice your frustration with him, wariness from his lack of attention to you due to his focus elsewhere. You wouldn’t be the first girl mad at him over it, the first girl to break it off. Somehow though, the thought of you leaving him makes his heart clench in an unpleasant way that the others hadn’t.

When it becomes apparent that he isn’t going to say anything else, you reach over to pause the game before bringing your arms around him, pulling him close. His eyes widen in surprise when you place a quick kiss on his forehead before leaning back to look him in the eyes.  

“But what, Tooru?”

His eyes dart to the side, trying to look anywhere but you as you watch him carefully. It isn’t often you see his vulnerable side like this.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology catches you off guard as your hold on him slackens slightly.

“Sorry? What for?” You lean over to catch his eye again.

“Aren’t you upset?”

“Upset?” You repeat the word questioningly.

“Well yeah. I invited you over and then ignored you. You are upset, right?”

Your arms drop from around him as your eyes go blank, taking in his words. He looks hurt and stunned as you separate yourself from him.

“You think—that I am—upset? With you?” The words feel wrong on your tongue and your heart drops when he glances away from you once more. This won’t do. Seeing Tooru so self-conscious doesn’t feel right. This must be remedied immediately.

A sharp yelp escapes him as you tackle him in a hug, bringing the two of you down as you hold him close, head cradled against your chest. You bring your hands up to his hair and scratch lightly at his scalp as you feel all the tension melt from his body.

His arms come up to return your hug, squeezing tight as if he is afraid that you will disappear if he lets go for even a moment. You lean back to look at him, seeing a myriad of emotions flit across his features, each battling for supremacy. Fear and love seem to be the primary struggle. You help him make the choice. You lean back in and press another tender kiss to his forehead. You whisper into his hair, afraid of being too loud and shattering the tender moment.

“You are ridiculous, Oikawa Tooru. As if I would be upset over something like that. You’re going to have to try a lot harder if you want to make me mad, you know?”

This pulled a soft chuckle out of him, the sound filling your heart with happiness as the two of you lay there, finding comfort in each other. The moment comes to an end when Tooru blindly reaches behind him to hit play on the video. The sounds of volleyball fill the room again as Tooru speaks up, voice back to his usual confident tone.

“Help me come up with a strategy to crush Tobio-chan!”

“I don’t know anything about volleyball.” You deadpan as you stare blankly at his brilliant smile.

“I’ll teach you then!” He refuses to give up so you concede with a condition.

“Okay, fine. Only for another 15 minutes though. Then you need sleep. Iwa will be upset if you don’t, and I don’t want to be held accountable.” You shudder as you picture the judgmental stare when he finds out you let him stay up too late.

Tooru happily pulls you over and cuddles up with you as he points to the screen and begins describing what is happening on the screen in excruciating detail but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[lunar-mensis]

IN THIS HOUSE WE BELIEVE IN OIKAWA SUPREMACY

HOW CAN A PERSON BE THIS BEAUTIFUL ITS ILLEGAL LOOK:

LOOK AT THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN no wonder iwa-chan falls for him

[andrews-left-nipple]

IM SCREAMING SOMEONE JUST SAID IWA CHAN SUPREMACY BECAUSE HES THE ONLY ONE’S WHOS OUTFIT ACTUALLY LOOK SOME WHAT GOOD

[kiiraes]

I HAD practice, and u wanted to get in some extra too

But Iwa-chan and Coach locked me out☹️☹️

- Oikawa 💙

aw :(

anyw how do you not know about your ear there's probably like an oikawa ear supremacy out there

no bc look 😭