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spikesbimbo · 4 years ago

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Drunk in Love

Summary: Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

“Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

“I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.

Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

“When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

“Fuck.” He muttered

“Any’all got a light?”

No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

“Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

“K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

“What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

“Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

“You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

“Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

You started to “walk” towards your house resting your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

“I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

“Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

“Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

“s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

“Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do. He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…” You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

"I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

“y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

“You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.

“You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

“Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

"I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of before I go to sleep at night."

You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it. You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body. You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused. He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body.

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

“Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears. He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more.

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy. Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

“Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

“Shh baby im right here.”

He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

“It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

“Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

“I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

“Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

#haikyuu x reader #issei x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun x reader #matsuwaka issei #haikyuu smut #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #matsukawa issei x reader #tw drunk sex #tw under the influence

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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can i request s/o going up to kuroo, iwa, semi, sakusa and osamu after the match which their respective teams have won and they lifted s/o up for a cute hug but s/o accidentally gets too carried away and starts kissing them in front of their team members? lmao and bonus for nsfw ending please! thank you!

they get a kiss kiss

this reminded me of the i love u *muah* *muah* *muah* tiktok

(i have no idea why this was so hard to write, and it’s kinda bad, sorry)

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo wasn't afraid of showing you off by any means

Especially when that snake was watching, so he was open arms when you ran up to him after the game

just a regular hug? After that?

No that won’t do at all

Regular hugs were for practice games and games they were a shoo-in to win, this game was fit for something more…….

He picked you up (groped your ass for good measure, and spun you like a superhero.

That’s what this game called for

According to you this game also called for a kiss, a deep one in fact

Then after, multiple little kisses in between the compliments and praises about how “amazingly amazing” he was

He was vaguely aware of kenma gag motion and lev’s disappointed sigh, but he wasn’t really too focused on that right now.

He was in-fact focused on how you were subconsciously grinding on him

And the way that when you put your arms around his neck and played with the hairs on the back of his neck

(bonus if you grope him back)

He could also feel his dick straining against his boxers

He liked where this was going

“You’re playing a dangerous game kitten-”

“What? I don't recall doing anything bad at all!”

Oh, you were playing that game?

Let’s see how that one holds up later.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwa just gets carried away when he’s excited

Who could really blame him though?

They were going to the finals, that was something worthy of excitement.

And apparently, you thought so too, considering the way you jumped into his arms as soon as he got close enough

He lifted you up, hands under your ass keeping you stable

And you just couldn't help yourself, you were so happy and he was all smiley

Which meant his cheeks god all round, and all-round cheeks deserve a squish and a kiss

Maybe more than one kiss

Maybe more than a few

At that point it was too far gone, cheek kisses turn into little pecks on the lips, which then became a slight make-out session

I mean he wasn't complaining, Oikawa was, but he was not

But apparently making out in the middle of a hallway with other teenagers and some children, was not ideal

Specifically when the mothers of said children tell you not to be inappropriate.

This kiss might have been cut off, but the kiss he gave you as he ripped off your shorts was much longer

So was the goodnight kiss after he had fucked you out of reality.

Semi Eita

Semi is an impulse kind of guy

He asked you out on impulse

(in the middle of the hallway after you helped him pick up some papers that he let fall)

You had your first kiss on impulse

(at a festival fireworks show, he just looked at you and you looked back and he smashed his lips to yours)

And you seemed to be picking up on his impulsive nature, and to say the least, he was proud.

But impulse meeting even worse simple plus excitement

Equals a head-but

But that didn't even stop him, other than the slight whip-lash, he yanked you off the ground and into his arms

And spinning the both of you round and round until he was dizzy

And just like your first kiss, you grabbed his cheeks and kissed the hell out of your happy boyfriend

He'd be crazy not to kiss back, and that’s when poor goshiki tapped out

Surprise surprise, he spun you around again, then lack of air pulled the two of you apart

“We won”

“Haha I know eita, and I’m happy. But let's get back to our previous activities”

And you did, for the rest of the night

And into the morning

Hen when you woke back up <3

Sakusa Kiyoomi

honestly, PDA is a no go

Like ever

But on certain occasions he’s just…… shocked

In these subtle moments, he just forgets the world

So when they advanced to the national finals, he became slug-like just looking around like it was his first day on earth

And you have this amazing talent of taking him out of this trance

You are also the only person that he will hug, take that with a grain of salt

He loves you but he doesn't love the five people sitting around you who didn't wash their hands within the last ten minutes

(but as I said before after wins like that he doesn't even think about how gross everyone is)

He’s too busy thinking about how you're running up to him and pressing your face in his chest and making the smiling face that he loves looking at

He barely feels you tapping his arm for him to pick you up, but when you jump up he catches you like always

And before he can say anything you're eating his lips

And hell they just won, might as well indulge in it

(and he can practically hear Miya yelling about how girls always go for the assholes, yeah he’s busy thinking about how nice your ass feels against his hand)

He can already see Komori doing the eyebrow wiggle at him but he’ll just have to do it tomorrow

He’s gonna be busy tonight

Osamu Miya

Surprisingly PDA was a common thing between the two of you

Honestly with a brother like atsumu he wanted to drown as much as the real world out as he possibly could

And if that meant having his tongue down your throat half the day, he sure wasn't complaining

So an after the game kiss was pretty normal for you two

To be specific- a KISS

What was happening right now was definitely not a simple kiss

It had started with a simple kiss in your defense, but now you were being lifted onto his hips

This was more like a middle of a party full-blown make-out session

And maybe if the two of you were more tuned into your surrounding area you would hear Atsumu yelling at you to stop sucking each other faces

Or you would see that suna was taking pictures-

(suna can shove those up his ass- Osamu Miya, 2021. About him and his s/o eating each other faces)

Maybe he’ll send Suna a picture of you sucking his dick later

(he didn’t but he was really thinking about it, if he wanted a picture he should have just asked)

But since he can't just take off all; your clothes right now, he’ll settle for later

And tomorrow morning

Maybe the afternoon

Then back to tomorrow night

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ssamie · 4 years ago

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them getting caught simping for their s/o (part 1)

·˚ ༘⌗ just hq boys simping for you and getting caught simping by their friends

·˚ ༘⌗ characters include: tanaka ryuunosuke, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime

·˚ ༘⌗ gender neutral pronouns were used.

·˚ ༘⌗ warnings: swearing and fluff lol

gen masterlist. hq masterlist.

TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

honestly are we surprised?

he's already a massive simp, so why should he hold back when it comes to his s/o

he simps by literally any and every way you could think of

hyping you up? ofc, no need to say anything he already does that on a daily basis

want cuddles? say less,, he's already waiting with his arms wide open

want to go on dates? who cares about practice, he'll go on a date with you anytime, no matter what the consequence he may face

want to meet up at 3am for no reason at all? wdym, he's already up and waiting outside your house

you're sick? no no, he's already in your room taking care of you with meds, soup, and cuddles <3

i could go on but...you get the point

anyways

he gets caught simping by the team when they walked past you and him sitting by a tree on the school yard

he had you sitting on his lap with a gleeful and lovesick smile as he brings his chopsticks up to your mouth to feed you

"do you like that, baby?" he asked you with a smile. "yeah, it's very good" you said. "did you cook this?" you asked him

tanaka proudly smiled and nodded "yup! i have to make sure my baby gets only the best food there is!" he exclaims as he wraps his arms around your waist

you laugh lightly and playfully smack him in the chest "you're too sweet, ryu" you said "but thank you."

"hmm, anything for you, babe" he muttered in reply as he pressed a soft kiss on your cheeks and temples

the whole team is watching with varying reactions lmao

first of all, noya and hinata are crying from jealousy (suga too but he won't admit that 🙄)

tsukki, yams, and the other second years are snickering while daichi and asahi jokingly join along

they tease tanaka about it, but it's not like he cares lmao 💀

"damn what a simp."

"you're so smitten it's actually sad."

tanaka: "you're just jealous you don't have an s/o!"

it's true. they were just jealous 🙄🤞🏼

they're still very happy tanaka actually found someone that loved him back. they all knew he had a heart of gold, and he deserved every bit of love he received from you

i love him :(

OIKAWA TOORU

oikawa is actually a very affectionate partner

he does have a high ego, but he will succumb once he gets a quick glimpse of you

to him, you're the most beautiful being to ever walked the earth, not even kidding.

that's usually how he simps lol

he just praises you about pretty much everything

gives you never ending compliments and aims to make you feel like the most perfect person alive, because thats how he sees you

also loves physical touch <3

doesn't have to be sensual,, he just likes feeling your skin on his.

his favourite is when you're holding hands because his hands are much bigger than yours and he finds that cute >:(

"tooru, practice will start soon" you said to him as you comb your fingers through his hair, though being careful enough to not mess it up.

"hmph" he said, though it only came out as muffled murmurs, seeing as his face was buried into your chest

"you're very clingy today" you hummed "something wrong?" you asked him

his hand, which he felt the need to intertwine with yours, squeezed yours tighter as he brought them up to his lips

"mm, i just love you that's all" he said as he went back to burying his face into his your sweatshirt.

you smiled and kissed the crown of his head, making him sigh in content. "love you too, tooru"

they clown him.

the whole team just clowns him.

it would start with iwaizumi quietly snickering, though he wasn't really that fazed since he sees oikawa like this with you a lot

but makki and mattsun saw you too and just burst out laughing. idk why either they just did

they, along with yahaba, would just laugh and throw in some teasing comments

he usually responds with petty replies

"damn, what a simp"

"didn't think the oikawa tooru would like anyone but himself"

oikawa: "shut up! stop teasing me, you're all dumb! you're just mad i have a god/goddess of an s/o. you probably don't know what that's like cus you're all ugly. unlike me ofcourse. though blah blah blah.."

oikawa sweetie... shut up <3

kindaichi laughs along,, kunimi and kyotani just doesn't care lol

i love tooru sm :(

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

i love you sir 🛐

anyways, iwaizumi is a very loving boyfriend!! very protective and affectionate, but more showy when you're in private

he could never say no to you, no matter the request

you could probably ask him to eat cat shit and he'd do it for a kiss ngl

okay.. maybe don't go that far.. but yeah

you want kisses? he's not the biggest fan of pda but he'll do it if u really want it

wanna go on a date? can't say no to that

want him to buy you food/clothes? he'll do it no questions asked.

i could list down more things but my brain can't think of anything else so no <3

anyways

you were outside the gym, getting drinks and snacks and just talking

and you thought it would be a good idea to try on some clips you got on his hair

"please, hajime" you pleaded with a pout "i got these really cute clips yesterday but im wearing enough already" you said

"so i want you to wear the rest" you present him a small bag of colorful butterfly clips with a smile

iwaizumi looked at it with dread, not really wanting his head to look like a rainbow. but one glance at your hopeful smile and he just ~melts~

"ofcourse, baby" he said with a small smile "do what you want" his smile only widened as you cheered, excitedly picking out the colors to accessorise him with

"would you like blue and pink or blue and purple?" you asked

"which do you like more?" he asked "hm. maybe blue and pink.. i dunno though. you'll look cute with both" you said

"just do both then" iwaizumi shrugged as he leaned his head back on your lap, closing his eyes and humming as you comb through his hair with your fingers.

"thank you for letting me play with your hair, haji~" you cooed with a soft laugh as you press a kiss on his nose

"anything for you, love" iwaizumi replied with a chuckle

everyone just stops for a second. just pause.

they definitely didn't expect to see iwaizumi to enter the gym with his hair decorated with blue, pink and purple butterfly clips.

oikawa gasps in shock and would probably ask to borrow some.

he already knows its from you since iwa is his best friend, and he really didn't want to get a beating so early into practice.

"iwa-chan! can i have some?! give me the blue ones!"

iwa: "no way, shittykawa get your own fucking clips!

makki and mattsun would tease him to death. they were the only ones brave enough to do so :p

"damn, y/n really had you wrapped around their finger, huh?"

"ah, the things we do for love~"

"what a simp"

makki and mattsun came home with a bruise that day.

kunimi and kindaichi are quiet. they didn't want to end up like the two idiots. though kunimi may or may not have snapped a quick photo

kyotani thinks its iconic. he's an iwaizumi supremacist, what can i say.

i love iwa sm pls 😖

i think im getting better at making headcannons,, idk tho jjsbsnabs

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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A Thousand Words

as promised, a Valentine’s Day fic 💕

Oikawa Tooru x female reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x female reader

TW implied dub/non-con, cheating, minor choking/abuse, nsfw(ish)

You break up with Iwaizumi two weeks before Valentine’s Day, standing in the doorway of the apartment you share with him.

And you hate that it still hurts, still tugs at the wretched, broken strings of your heart to watch that rare, beautiful smile of his fracture like glass, confusion giving way to disbelief and then finally anguish.

Iwa’s never been the best with his words, but it seems that you’ve robbed him of those too as you tell him that your relationship’s over. He just stands there, wide eyed, agonised as you shove your phone – the proof – into his face, a hoarse, strangled whisper of ‘why’ leaves his lips.

It seems that it’s all that he’s capable of.

There’s nothing for him to say anyway. You don’t want his apologies or his excuses. The pictures are evidence enough.

A boys weekend, he’d told you, and you’d trusted him. You loved him. He wasn’t like your ex, Iwa would never deliberately do anything to hurt you.

He knew what fidelity meant to you.

You’d thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with him, but those pictures are enough to show you what a fool’s dream that was. Iwa, naked in bed, wrapped around some other woman.

Sleeping so peacefully, curled up by her side, like he’d done with you a thousand times.

And it doesn’t matter whether he was drunk or not. It doesn’t matter if he knew her or paid for her or found her at some fancy fucking bar downtown. He cheated on you, he broke your heart and he doesn’t get to watch you fall apart in front of him.

You save your tears until the door swings shut, collapsing onto the floor with a heartbroken wail as the man you love walks away.

—

Iwaizumi doesn’t remember much of that night. He’s never been a lightweight, but the drinks they were knocking back would’ve been enough to take out the best of them. And Iwa didn’t have to worry, not when he was out with friends.

God knows they’d gotten him into so much shit when they were younger and stupider, but between the four of them they’ll stop each other from doing anything too damaging. They have careers now (most of them, anyway) and reputations to protect. And Iwa had you.

Out of everything; his career, his reputation, his livelihood, you were the one thing Iwa wouldn’t risk fucking up.

The night itself is a hazy, incomprehensible blur, but he does remember the girl. Not her name or where she came from, but he remembers her. A pretty face with a sultry smile, wearing some short, tight, shimmering dress. He remembers her sitting on Oikawa’s lap, fingers carding through his hair, red lips kissing at his jaw.

And he remembers Oikawa lounging back in his seat, barely paying the poor girl an ounce of attention, even when her hand started to run teasingly up his thigh, those same sinful lips whispering into his ear.

How the girl managed to find her way from Oikawa’s lap to his hotel bedroom is beyond him, but the pictures don’t lie. It’s his arm wrapped around her waist, her skin littered with love bites and fingerprint shaped bruises.

It was her mouth he’d woken up to, trailing a slow, teasing path up along his chest. He’d shoved her aside, snapped and snarled until the pretty thing welled up with tears and all but fled, leaving him to fall back into the sheets full of self loathing and disgust, wondering how he could possibly have fucked up this badly.

And when he threw up later, hurling until there was nothing left in his stomach, he knew it had nothing to do with the alcohol he’d drunk.

Iwa hadn’t known that anybody knew, hadn’t thought that there was proof – not until you were shoving it in his face, your bottom lip trembling as you tried to keep your tears at bay. And what could he say?

It was a mistake?

He was drunk?

Iwa doesn’t make excuses, you deserve more than that. You deserve more than him.

He should’ve fallen to his knees and begged – begged you through tears if he had to – for you to give him a second chance. But the words stuck in his throat, because the look of absolute, utter heartbreak on your face felt like a fist driving into his gut, and he wasn’t sure if he even deserved it.

You break up with him two weeks before Valentine’s Day, entirely unaware of the ring he’s been carrying around in his pocket for almost a month now, and Iwaizumi doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do.

So he does the only thing he can, and calls Oikawa.

—

Moving your things out of the apartment you’d spent the last year and a half sharing with your boyfriend – your ex-boyfriend – takes less time than you think. The life you’d started to build with him, packed up in nice neat little boxes in only a few hours.

And you’re grateful that he’s not there. He’d messaged you to tell you that he wouldn’t be, the only contact you’d had with him since breaking up.

It’s not the pictures on the nightstand, Iwa’s strong arms wrapped around you, a dopey little grin on his face that gets to you – it’s the World’s Best Boyfriend mug he’d bought you as a joke one day, the old hoodie of yours that was actually his, the one you’d worn half to death because it was warm and smelled like him.

It’s hard enough to do this without him hovering over you, but stupidly you’d forgotten that while Iwa had promised not to be there, he wasn’t the only one with a key to your shared apartment.

The lock clicks and the door swings open just as you’re finishing up in the bedroom and for one single, split second, your heart jumps into your throat.

But the brunette that saunters in isn’t the one you’re still in love with, and you’re quick to brush away the tears on your face before he can see.

Before he can mock you for it.

Oikawa, ever the charmer, merely grins when he catches sight of you.

“Did Iwa send you to supervise?” you say in lieu of a proper greeting, the words slightly more bitter than you intend – even for him.

He isn’t bothered by it, his grin widening just a fraction as he turns and settles down on the bed, long legs stretched out, ankles casually crossed over. He looks entirely too comfortable there and it’s an effort not to bristle.

“Well hello to you too,” he says, his voice a teasing lilt. “Are you always this fun in the mornings?”

Your brows draw together in a frown, but just as you open your mouth to snap a retort, his palms come up in a gesture of mock surrender. “No, Iwa did not send me to supervise you. He doesn’t know I’m here, actually.”

“Then why are you here? To gloat?” you spit.

Oikawa’s eyes glitter, amusement tugging at his lips. You love Iwaizumi, and for his sake you’ve spent the past few years tolerating the constant, overbearing presence of his best and oldest friend. Oikawa, on the other hand has never made all that much of an effort to hide the fact that he doesn’t exactly approve of your relationship with his friend.

Oh, he’s never outwardly rude or hurtful. He doesn’t sit there and spew abuse at you, and as far as you know he hasn’t tried to sway Iwa into leaving you since the very early days of your relationship, but Oikawa doesn’t need to be overt to make his feelings clear.

He treats you like a one night stand that hasn’t quite gotten the hint that it’s time to fix your dress and move right along.

You still haven’t forgotten the night you all went out to celebrate your boyfriend’s birthday, how he’d slid into Iwa’s empty seat the moment he’d slipped out to get another round of drinks and spoken so casually, as if it was nothing but a friendly conversation. Small talk.

“You know it won’t last; you and Iwa.”

And you hadn’t said a word, not wanting to be baited into fighting – into ruining Iwa’s night. You hadn’t even scowled at him, just sat there, pretending that he didn’t exist as you waited for your boyfriend to come back to you.

“You’re cute together, I’ll give you that much,” he’d mused, swallowing the last mouthful of his beer. He’d studied you from beneath long lashes for a moment; a sharp, lingering look entirely at odds with the easy, relaxed tone of his voice. “But you two aren’t a good match. You don’t belong with him.”

You never did figure out exactly what you’d done to make him dislike you so much, but you suppose it doesn’t matter now.

Not when he’s finally proven himself to be right.

“Please,” he says with a scoff, rolling those pretty eyes of his, “as if I’d be so immature. I’m just here to make sure you don’t steal the coffee machine – it’s so much better than the one I have at home.”

He spends the next half hour trailing you from room to room, looking entirely too delighted at your misery. It’s almost a relief when you slip into the bathroom just for a moment’s fucking peace, brushing angrily away at the tears that still haven’t left you.

You almost – almost – reach for your phone to message Iwa and tell him to call off his stupid, infuriating friend, except you’d left it lying on the kitchen bench.

—

His head hurts. An incessant pounding, throbbing ache that makes him want to hurl.

Rationally, he’d known that the cure for the monstrous hangover he’d given himself wasn’t going out for a run at five in the morning, but he didn’t know what else to do. It was either that or keep drinking, and considering it was the alcohol that had gotten him into this fucking mess in the first place…

“I need to fix this,” he groans, dropping his head into his hands, letting his fingers roughly run through the tangles of his hair. “I need to fucking fix this.”

He looks like shit, feels like shit, but he can’t bring himself to care, not even as a solid weight drops itself onto the couch beside him.

“You need to give her space, Iwa,” Oikawa comments with a sigh, passing him a glass of water that he gratefully chugs. “Give her time to figure things out. She’s hurting, and you constantly harassing her won’t do you any favours in trying to win her back.”

He wants to see the truth in his friend’s wisdom. He knows he hurt you, he knows he fucked up, but–

You’d already moved your things out.

He’d known that, of course he had, but coming home to see every trace of you just gone was like a gut punch. He was gonna marry you, get down on one fucking knee in front of everybody and– and now you’re gone and he’s crashing in his best friend’s spare bedroom because the thought of going home without you there is too fucking painful for him to bare.

And he only has himself to blame for it.

But you’re his future, the only one he really gives a damn about, and he’s not one to just give up and walk away. Iwa doesn’t care if it takes weeks or months, he doesn’t care if he has to spend the rest of his life making this up to you; he will.

He can’t just let you go.

Oikawa continues to try and talk sense beside him, but he’s barely paying attention, only offering a small grunt of acknowledgement when he feels the brunette’s eyes studying him. He knows that he’s only trying to help, but he can’t honestly remember the last time Oikawa bothered to introduce him to one of the girls hanging off his arm. He knew as well as his friend did that there wasn’t much point – they wouldn’t be sticking around for long. Fuck, he doesn’t think that Oikawa’s ever had a serious relationship in his life, so excuse him if he’s a little hesitant to take his advice as gospel.

And Oikawa doesn’t know you like Iwaizumi does. He doesn’t understand you, doesn’t see what Iwa does when he looks at you. You’re like… sunlight. There’s no other way he can describe it. It’s cheesy and stupidly sappy, he’d rather be shot than admit it out loud, but he’s never met another person so–so… radiant. You burn bright, and Iwaizumi can’t help but be drawn to you – your warmth and your softness and everything about you. You’re beautiful and caring and you’re home and he’s terrified that if he waits too long, somebody else is gonna see that and snatch you up for themselves and he won’t even be able to blame them for it.

He knows he fucked up, knows that you probably (rightfully) hate him, but he has to try.

So he ignores the way that Oikawa huffs and rolls his eyes when he reaches for his phone, opening up your last conversation.

Please, can we talk? I know you don’t want anything to do with me right now but I’m begging you. Just ten minutes?

And his heart pounds against his ribcage so violently that he thinks he might be sick as he waits for it to send. Waits for the little ‘Read’ notification to pop up.

And waits.

Error. Message failed to send.

He tries again, distinctly aware of the Oikawa’s watchful, curious gaze peering over his shoulder.

Error. Message failed to send.

There’s a sinking feeling in his gut and in his panic, he presses the call button, bringing the phone to his ear with a sick feeling in his stomach.

It doesn’t even ring, there’s just three beeps and the line disconnects.

You’ve blocked his number.

—

You second guess yourself with every step, but you don’t stop and you don’t turn around.

The radio silence from your ex had been a little unexpected, but you’d been the one to tell him in no uncertain terms that the two of you were done.

You were the one to make a point of moving out, keeping the few messages you’d exchanged short and to the point. Were you expecting him to fight you on it? Blow up your phone with messages and voicemails begging you to come back? Maybe show up at your door demanding that you hear him out and give him another chance.

Were you maybe just the tiniest bit disappointed that he hadn’t?

It wasn’t remotely fair to expect that of him, you know that, but you couldn’t help the way your heart had leapt into your throat the moment his message had come through after days of nothing.

Can we talk face to face? I need to see you.

Two sentences, that was it. And you’d spent the better part of an hour debating whether or not you should reply.

Because you love him still, despite it all.

The last person you’d given a second chance to had used that chance to walk all over you. He’d broken your heart, your trust, and any semblance of self worth you’d had. Iwaizumi had been the one to build you back up afterwards.

And now he’d done the same thing. Knowing what you’d gone through before, and it gutted you.

The date on the calendar hasn’t slipped your attention. It’s Valentine’s Day, and you’d spent all morning trying to forget that if things were different, you would have spent the day with Iwa. He’d been secretive about his plans, tight lipped for once in his life, and there’d been some part of you that had wondered, hoped even… but instead you’re sitting alone in a hotel room, feeling miserable for yourself.

If you were stronger, maybe, and if today were any other day, you might have ignored the message, the way those two brief sentences made your pathetic heart ache, but–

But… perhaps you had been a little too hasty when you’d broken it off. Iwa hadn’t said a word to defend himself, but you hadn’t really given him the option, had you?

Agreeing to meet with him wasn’t agreeing to brush it all under the rug. It wasn’t a promise of forgiveness, or even really an olive branch. It just meant that you would go to hear him out, that’s all.

Just to hear him out.

Yet your stomach’s twisting into knots as you walk up the familiar steps, your heart beating out an unsteady rhythm. You love him, despite it all.

You love him, but that doesn’t stop your hand from trembling as you raise a fist to knock.

The smiling face that greets you when that door swings open, however, is not the one you’re expecting.

“Hey there, cutie. You’re early.”

Oikawa.

For one single, floundering heartbeat, confusion grips you. Why was he– was Iwaizumi not coming? Had you misunderstood the message, or… or had he changed his mind, backed down at the last second and sent his friend to hammer the final nail into the coffin of your failed relationship.

You didn’t think Iwaizumi would be the type, though. He’d never been cruel, he’d never been cowardly, either.

“I don’t… understand,” you breathe, wide eyes darting around as if you’re expecting your ex to suddenly pop up behind his shoulder and shove him aside with a growl, telling him to butt out of your relationship the way he had countless times before.

Yet Oikawa offers no explanation, that same stupid, infuriating grin widening as he steps back to let you in, and you, somewhat robotically, follow him inside. Your eyes flicker from his back to the apartment around you – it’s exactly how you left it last week, not a single thing out of place.

“Iwa said–” but your voice falls silent as you realise that no, that’s not true.

The door to your bedroom is ajar, soft, flickering light spilling out from the crack, but that’s not what catches your attention. It’s the rose petals on the floor, the dulcet music playing so quietly you’d missed it entirely.

Your brow furrows, breath catching in your throat as you stare at the scene before you, utterly frozen. You don’t register Oikawa stepping closer, nor the dark hunger brewing in his eyes. None of this makes any sense, you don’t understand–

“Iwa’s not coming.” Long, delicate fingers grip your chin, tilting your face and before you can even draw breath his lips are pressing against yours. It only lasts a second, long enough for your lagging brain to register that Oikawa is kissing you, here, in the middle of the apartment you’d shared with his best friend.

Oikawa, who hates you. Who’s cupping your cheek, gazing at you with an expression so eager and wanting, so unnervingly wrong that it makes your heart clench in fear and your blood run cold.

His thumb brushes along the curve of your cheekbone, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

And then he’s grabbing at your hand, fingers entwining with yours as he tugs you towards the bedroom, and finally the shock wears off enough for reality to kick in.

“What the fu– Oikawa, get the hell off of me!” you snap, trying to wrench yourself free. But he’s stronger than he looks, and his grip merely tightens.

“Tooru,” he calls back, glancing over his shoulder with that impish, wicked little smirk. “I want you to moan it for me tonight. You can do that for me, right cutie?”

You’re not a violent person, you’ve never been the type to lash out with fists and blows, but something inside of you just snaps at his words, and before you can stop yourself, your open palm flies towards his face.

Quick as lightning, Oikawa spins, catching at your wrist and slamming you up against the living room wall. A small burst of pain radiates through your skull from the impact, your breath forced from your lungs in a pathetic squeak as he boxes you in. There’s not a moment for you to catch your breath, though, not with his forearm pressing down on your throat just hard enough so that you can feel it. He’s always been taller than you, but you’d never considered him to be intimidating – not until he’s looming over you, teeth bared in that feral smirk.

“Oh, baby. If you’re not going to play nice, I won’t either.” His fingers tighten on your wrist, squeezing until a choked whimper slips out and he kisses you once more. Not soft or sweet, but bruising, teeth clacking, nipping and biting and harshly sucking at your bottom lip until you return it.

And when he pulls away, there’s blood on his lips – yours – and he licks it away with a satisfied little hum. “I put effort into this, you know,” he says, his tone almost conversational if not for the slight pant, the shivering undercurrent that laces every word. Oikawa leans closer, and you can feel the outline of his cock, hardening already as he presses it against you, rutting his hips ever so slightly. “Set the bedroom up nice and romantic for our first time together.”

He kisses you again, a sweet, tender peck, smiling when you part.

“But if you want me to fuck you here first, up against the wall, all you had to do was say so.”

—

The girl had been easy enough to convince to play along, which probably should have disgusted him.

She looked like you; a cheap imitation, of course, but close enough. Oikawa could kid himself that it was for Iwaizumi’s sake, to sow the seeds of doubt in his head, but he knows as he forces her face down into the pillow, slamming his hips against her ass like a man possessed, that that’s not the whole truth.

But she served her purpose well enough, letting him fuck her, mark up that pristine skin with the same kind he’d seen littered across your neck and collarbones, your thighs–

And she’d still tried to kiss him the moment before slipping out of her robe and climbing into his best friend’s bed. Given him that playful wink, biting her bottom lip seductively as if she were anything but a means to an end for him.

As if he hadn’t forgotten her name the moment he’d gotten those pictures.

Oikawa knows all about your ex and how that asshole treated you, out of all the possible scenarios he could have engineered, this would be the one that’d hurt you the most. He’d thought that you would fly off the handle, kick Iwa out for a few days and leave the door open just wide enough for him to weasel his way in, but you’d gone one step further.

You’d left him.

Broken his heart completely, the way he’d broken yours. Oikawa couldn’t have planned it better himself, and oh what he would have killed to have been there to see it.

And it’s not that he enjoys his best friend’s pain – truly, he wants Iwa to be happy, he does.

Just not with you. Not when you’re his.

It was easy enough to bully Iwa into revealing when you’d be coming over to pick up your things. Easy enough to rile you up to the point you’d run and hide just so he wouldn’t see you shed all those pretty tears.

Leaving your phone unattended. And really, it’s your own fault for choosing such an obvious passcode – how could he possibly resist?

You were none the wiser, his poor, unsuspecting little idiot.

Yet for all your posturing and your badly concealed hurt, he’d known that you’d show up today. You’re a romantic at heart, and you’d let yourself be walked all over again if you thought it meant that somebody loved you, wouldn’t you?

You would’ve said yes when he’d gotten down on one knee, and when he’d come back to you with tears in his eyes, drowning in regret and you saw what a mess Iwaizumi was without you, you would have forgiven him – even if it meant giving him the power to break you all over again.

Oikawa honestly doesn’t know whether he should admire or pity you for it.

It hardly matters now, he supposes. Not when you’re so beautifully wrecked, lying nestled against his bare chest with those tears he adores spilling down your flushed cheeks. Every thump of your heart echoing his.

He wonders if he should send Iwaizumi a picture.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru #tw dub con #tw non con #tw abuse #tw choking #tw cheating #angst #this one's a doozy

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haikyuuishete · 5 years ago

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Heartbroken to moving on|| Headcanons

Synopsis: He breaks your heart and you move on

Angst

Oikawa and Kuroo

Pt2

Oikawa:

He loved you but to him everything was a game, he didn’t take you serious or the relationship

He dismissed all the love you gave him

Pushed you away (too busy for you)

Even though you supported him and his volleyball career (it wasn’t enough for him)

He met a fan girl at a game that you didn’t attend

She was pretty, to extent of her being confident to flirt with him knowing he was dating you

He forgot that he was dating you, she gave him his number to call her

Which he did after he got home only to end up in his room with her, together

In his self conscious he knew it was wrong but the girl he was with made it so good that it was just right

He told Iwaizumi who lashed out at him for doing that, Oikawa listened but he kept doing it behind your back either way

It was fun he said

He eventually told you, he acted so confident about it, it broke you that he never loved you

He did but he didn’t show it

He apologized about his actions but never told you to stay which you hoped he did but never happened

You didn’t break down in front of him but looked at him in disappointment, you cared and loved him only for him to do this to you?

You didn’t even say anything but walked away because if you did you would’ve broken down to the point of hitting him

You had to cry it out before shutting him out from your memories, forgetting that he existed

You were broken, he knew that but he would brush it off and go on with his life

You started to dislike him little by little, you just stopped loving him

You went to his games for the last time to fully move on from him, it was a very cold night

You forgot to bring your jacket, “hey do you want to borrow my jacket?” You turned around to me a volleyball player with silver hair who was smiling sweetly at you

“thank you” “no problem” he smiled shyly “can I get your name?”

It didn’t take long for Oikawa to feel the darkness that was waiting for him along the way

He felt cold in a way that you couldn’t describe it , the feeling of being loved wasn’t there anymore

He didn’t even realize that he kept thinking about you, missing you

He would secretly watch you pass by only feel the coldness radiating from you, almost like he never existed made his heart clench

He would be staring at your silhouette for too long

It didn’t take long for him to burst out in tears for you, crying himself to sleep when he realized how much he missed you

He needed your hugs kisses anything you could give him

He screwed up and it hurts to see you walk away not even acknowledging his presence

It took a month of pain to even function right, only to see you with someone else in the end

He watched you fall in love with someone else, watched you smile at this person who deserved it, watched how you held and kissed him tenderly, it made it worse knowing it was Sugawara; a guy that would treat you better, a person who would never dare to hurt you

Oikawa shut himself up in shame and in disgrace of what he did to you to the point locking himself in his room, Iwaizumi always got in and comforted his friend from crying to point his eyes was blood shut red

To gripping his phone as he stared at your picture

If he was a better person you would’ve been next to him

“Iwa do you think she could forgive me one day?”

Kuroo:

He was a good boyfriend that any girl could ask for

He treated you so well

Sometimes you felt like you didn’t deserve him, he was just perfect

It didn’t last long not until Nekoma’s new manager appeared

She was gorgeous every team and guy wanted her; she was nice almost pure

She caught Kuroo’s attention; not only she was the team’s manager but his classmate

He got closer to her and had more things in common with her than you

Their friendship blossomed to the point it made you jealous

He would always make sure you were happy telling you he loved you and she was just a friend

She got closer to him and he got closer to her to the point of hanging out, even at her house

He didn’t dare cheat on you, he would never do that to you

But he did fall in love with his manager, but never had the heart to cheat on you

He and his manager wanted him to break up with you so it wouldn’t hurt you; she was being nice about it

It took months for him to actually have the courage to break up with you; you weren’t dumb either you knew he fell out of love with you

When he actually told you the truth you broke down a bit, sitting on the pavement close to your house

“I’m sorry y/n I’m truly am” he kept holding your hands “I can’t ask you to stay when she’s waiting for you Kuroo, just go to her” you voiced out weakly

Weeks of crying and moping around, your heart kept breaking into so many pieces seeing them together, happily

Took months to finally calm yourself down, “hey do you need help?” You were trying to reach a textbook high on the shelf “can you?”

“Of course” Your classmate smiled beautifully

Your recovery of healing, your classmate was one of a kind to be honest, someone that was willing to take your pain away

Kuroo was feeling empty with his new girlfriend, to the point he would walk away from her

He would walk home alone, wondering if you already ate

Before realizing you weren’t his anymore which made him ball his fists in anger and in saddness

He wouldn’t get sleep either, which made Yaku scold him

He felt lonely, the warmth you gave him that would always make him blush and smile stupidly wasn’t there anymore

He missed you to the point of running back to you, to beg for forgiveness

It stopped him from doing it seeing you kiss your new boyfriend on the streets bidding goodbye to each other

Broke him to the point he could never go back

He was stuck in his own little world where you two were still together, to wake up next to you smiling and teasing each other

It was his fault for thinking he fell out of love with you

He would never show these emotions to his teammates; Kenma isn’t dumb he knows

It took something like losing a game to make him break

He couldn’t take it anymore, he wanted to be in your arms

“Y/n!” He shouted tackling you into a hug in the dark halls of the gym

He cried so loud whispering his apologies, begged you to stay to come back

“It wouldn’t be fair to him Kuroo, it wouldn’t be fair for me either” He trembled in your arms as he tried to make you stay

“Tell me that you love me” he whispered

“just this once” he asks in a broken voice

“Lie to me” he gripped on to your sweatshirt, the only thing he could hold on to at the moment

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu nekoma #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu angst #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu aoba johsai #oikawa tooru #oikawa headcanons #oikawa angst #kuroo angst #oikawa scenarios #kuroo scenarios

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lemqnie · 4 years ago

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— haikyuu | high school boyfriends.

includes: kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi, oikawa, tendou

taking requests here

~ kuroo

(always) volunteers to be your lab partner

teases you for your microscopic observation drawings ( “you call that an amoeba? get glasses” “get fucked, tetsu.”)

grins proudly when your teacher picks on you and you answer right (he’ll squeeze your hand under the desk, a silent kiss)

if your class is released late for lunch, he’s outside waiting for you so you can go head off together

reaaaaaaal late calls because he apparently doesn’t sleep anyway so you both are almost always up until two in the morning before he tells you to sleep and that he’ll see you tomorrow

size difference

everyone knows you’re sort of a thing, but they’re not sure so you both are still on the receiving end of confessions until kuroo decides to take matters into his own hands and kisses you after nekoma wins the qualifier match for nationals. (kenma totally rolls his eyes but sends a soft smile your way on the bus back to school.

~ iwaizumi

he’s not shy about pda, just doesn’t see the point in it so sometimes it’ll take you days of sulking before he rolls his eyes and holds your hand as he walks you to homeroom.

takes you to cafes after school (if he doesn’t have volleyball) and spoils you rotten ( “i can pay it.” “no, i insist.” “hajime, seriousl--” “i insist.”)

absolutely loves it when you come to see him after practice!! positively beaming when you call for him at the entryway and jogs up to meet you like a puppy

sits with you at lunch even though you and your friends eat lunch together. he’s surprisingly easy going and gets along with your friends well.

has A Thing for you wearing his volleyball jacket

loves it when you play with his hair (it’s really, really soft) but goes fuming when you call him a porcupine

loves it when you fall asleep on his shoulder if he’s taking you home on the bus.

~ akaashi

he confessed first, rather bluntly, and at first you were hesitant but now you’ve been dating him for a year and you couldn’t be happier

gives you E L A B O R A T E gifts on your birthday, anniversary, and white day. like this boy the type to make you those unfolding boxes where each side has a polaroid of you both on a date or sumn like he really gives thought to it

will casually drape his arm on the back of your chair when you’re eating lunch

pulls you away from the main roads when you’re walking with him so that you’re on the inside, further away from the busy roads

will actually DRESS UP! like for weekend dates. he does NOT let you down. won’t catch him in black trackpants and a white shirt no MA’AM.

sometimes you sit in and watch their practice with yukie and whenever the boys are given a break and you go to stand near him, he’ll walk up so that your back meets his chest and you can feel it vibrate as he chugs down his water

the type to press his lips on your temple, murmuring soft promises

~ oikawa

takes you to fancy ass dates like restaurants with dress codes type stuff on the weekends

gives you a tower of sweets for white day and have it sent to your class so your name is read aloud for everyone to hear. ( “what? you deserve it.” “it’s embarassing, tooru.”)

AN ACTUAL SAP whenever they win a match and get a medal, he’ll always meet you outside and drape his medal around your neck saying you’re his most precious prize

literally up for anything. “can we do our nails?” “yeah, what colour you want?” / “do you wanna get a 16 inch pizza?” “sure. i’ll grab my wallet.” / “hey you wanna prank call people?” “are you kidding me? of course. let’s start with iwa-chan.”

is actually REALLY smart so will come over to your place and just help you with homework and he’s super good at teaching to

cheek kisses!

loves to flaunt you around, shows you off to everyone he knows

~ tendou

melts if you caress his cheeks, like will literally purr

always reminds you how lucky he was to have you as his partner, how perfect you are, and how blessed he must be that someone could love him that much

handpicked flowers (from his way home to school) in the morning are a routine

goes ape shit if he sees someone disrespect you in anyway (class, hallway, matches, once a stray ball nearly hit you in practice and ushijima had to wrestle tendou down or else he was going to wring goshiki’s next if he were free)

likes to drape his entire body on your back if you both are standing up

never thought his name was pretty until he heard it from your lips

loves to trail behind you everywhere in school because he can’t think of anything he’d want more than to be near you

gives you gifts both on valentines and white day because he thinks you deserve everything

soft kisses on your knuckles

taking requests here

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seiyasabi · 4 years ago

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Trouble In Paradise

(This is a Yandere Kyoutani x Cute Fem Reader x Yandere (Platonic) Older Bro Iwa-chan fic :)) This takes place after high school, in a universe where everyone still plays volleyball.

TW; Jealousy!, turns into dubcon/noncon!!!!, !unwanted choking!, As I’ve said in the past-every character I write for (in my head) are like two feet taller than you!, Possessive behaviour!, he’s highkey soft for u but is still a bastard lol (love him), marking kink!, creampie!, daddy kink!, mentions of Oikawa lowkey being a Yandere too, etc..

Kyoutan deserves the world ;)) I love him ajadskhafkah also, sorry if my use of ‘chan’ is cringey, I think it’s funny af tbh, and since I’m Japanese, I’ll do what I want lmao. Anyways, sorry if this sucks, I tried like 5 different ways to write this, and this was the only one that ended up being somewhat decent. )

Skipping to the loud gym, your skirt swishes against the fat of your thighs. Your cute ass can be seen peeking out from under the pleated fabric, leaving those around you to coo at your pretty self. Without meaning to, you catch the eye of those around you.

Seeing the gym’s doors, you push them open with an excited vigour, happy to finally be with your big brother and boyfriend.

Immediately when you enter, you see Oikawa being swarmed with his fanclub, leaving a straight shot to the rest of the team. Spotting your bad-boy bf, you squeal in delight, gunning at him at top speed. He’s currently sitting on the bleachers, your brother seemingly scolding him for his RBF and bad attitude, but his eyes snap up in an instant, recognising your voice from anywhere.

An uncharacteristic smile is present on his pierced face, standing to his feet, he readies himself to catch you and twirl you around. That’s a plus of being in shape; picking up your supes cute gf whenever you please!

That is, until a certain pretty boy steps in the way.

Tooru has his arms out, in a stance that will allow him to catch you with ease. Before you could slow down and avoid him, he yoinks you up and off of the floor, holding you in a tight embrace, “(Your Name)-chan! I knew you’d come visit me! I’ve been waiting all day for you, Cutie!” The glares from your boyfriend and brother are instantaneous.

Iwa looks ready to scalp the brunet, whilst Ken looks ready to scrap-possibly even catch a body. Oikawa’s fans look absolutely bloodthirsty, jealous of your cute self being in the arms of the equally cute male.

Pouting, you push at the pretty boy’s chest, “Put me down! I’m not here for you!” He coos at you, moving in to kiss you on the cheek, only for you to push him away by his face, “Stop it, you’re being weird! Put me down, I wanna see Ken-Chan!”

By this point, your boyfriend and brother have made their way to you, ready to rip him to shreds, “Put my sister down, Shittykawa! Don’t be a perv!” He karate chops the starlet on the head, causing him to drop you in surprise.

“Iwa-Chan! You’re so mean to me! Now look what you did, (Your Name)-Chan is hurt-” Kentarou catches you in an instant, cradling you in his scarred arms. Oikawa’s mouth gapes in shock, brain not computing the fact that the dyed haired male moved at lightning speed.

“No, she ain’t,” He gruffs out, smooching you on the cheek. You giggle, hugging the tatted male tightly. Your (size) breasts smoosh against his buff chest, as you start to pepper kisses all over his face, “She ain’t ever gettin’ hurt if I’m here,” He places a kiss on your lips, relishing how you immediately kiss back.

“Ken-Chan! I missed you so much!” He rolls his eyes, the tips of his ears turning red. Readjusting his hold on you, he cradles your ass instead of your thighs, causing you to gasp, “Kyoutan, don’t be a perv!”

He smirks, readying himself to respond, only for your brother to beat you to it, “Yeah, ‘Kyoutan,’ don’t be perving on my little sister!” Redirecting his smug look, he sticks his tongue out at your fuming sibling.

“Bite me.”

The look on Hajime’s face is priceless, “Biting you isn’t the only thing you need to worry about-”

“Haji,” His attention immediately snaps to your sweet face, which is currently pouting, “Don’t threaten him! He’s precious to me!” Before Kyoutani can say something smart, you rest your head against his neck, practically nuzzling him, which also shuts him up.

The spikey haired ace is immediately offended, “I-wha-(Nickname), aren’t I precious to you? Aren’t I your most wonderful older brother?” You giggle, nodding your head.

“Yes! But Ken-Chan is baby-”

“(Nickname)-Chan, aren’t I baby?! I feel so left out!” Oikawa and his fangirls are off to the side, watching the interaction. Whilst Oinks looks positively offended and left out, the girls are angry that you’ve stolen the captain’s attention.

“No, you’re the ugly side character,” Hajime states nonchalantly.

“Yea, yer uglier than the dirt under (Your Name)’s shoe,” Offended noises and indignant hand movements follow their words, as his fans start to shout in anger and shock.

You lightly whack Kyoutani on the shoulder, scolding him with your eyes, “Haji, Kyoutan, don’t be mean! Tooru is pretty,” The setter preens in delight, “But, he’s dumb. So, he’s the dumb, but pretty, character!”

His hands grasp his chest as if you’d stabbed him, “(Nickname)-Chan, my heart, it’s breaking-” He fake gags, causing your brother and boyfriend to roll their eyes, “The only way to fix it…. Is to get a kiss!” He bolts towards you, causing you to shriek in surprise. Placing you on your feet, you’re quickly placed behind the dyed haired man, ‘Mad Dog’ making an appearance.

Practically frothing at the mouth, he snarls at Oikawa, whilst Hajime sticks out his foot, effectively tripping him. Once falling, the pierced male yanks him up by his shirt collar, and hauls him up to his feet. Now face to face with the scary male, Oikawa gulps in fear, “I’ll kill ya, put ya in the ground, Pretty Boy. Once yer dead, Iwaizumi’ll dance over yer corpse.”

“Yes, I think I will,” Hearing his bestie agree with the sentiment, Oinks finally realises that he messed around too much.

“Now, yer gonna apologise to (Your Name), or I’ll shave yer head,” Now fully standing, Kyoutani moves out of the way, allowing the setter to apologise face-to-face.

Dropping to his hands and knees, he starts to bow at you as if you’re royalty, “I’m sorry, (Your Name)-Chan! I promise I didn’t mean to offend you! Please don’t let Mad Dog-Chan and Iwa-Chan kill me!” Giggling at his over the top words, you nod your head.

“It’s okay, Tooru-Chan,” You pat his head reassuringly, “I know you love your fangirls more than me,” This causes the gym to erupt into cheers, as the other girls start to swarm the male. You can hear him scream in fear, but are quickly pulled away from the crime scene, and taken out to the car park.

Your brother holds you close to him, glaring at your boyfriend who looks equally as angry. There’s a heavy silence between the three of you, as you’re squished into a hug by your brother.

“Haji, why’re you holding me so tight? Don’t you have to get back to practice?” He doesn’t answer, instead speaking to your boyfriend.

“Take her home, Kyoutani. I’ll deal with him now, you can deal with him later,” He nods, taking you from your older brother’s arms, and practically carrying you to his motorcycle. Setting you on the back of the bike, he opens the back hatch of the bike, and pulls out your pastel pink helmet. Placing it onto your head tenderly, he flips the eye cover up, allowing you to see him clearly for a moment.

Smiling up at him (he can only see your eyes crinkle), you speak, “Hi!” His pissed off face immediately dissolves, causing him to smile at your cute self.

“Hi, Baby,” Grabbing his rough hands, you interlace your fingers between his.

“Aren’t you going to practice, Kyo-Ken?” He rolls his eyes, but gives your hands a squeeze.

“Nah, I gotta take my Baby Girl home, so I can show her who she belongs to,” He gives you a wink, leaving you to splutter in surprise.

“You-you can’t say that in public!” Chuckling, he releases your hands and flips your eye cover down, before chucking on his own helmet, and settling on the front of the bike.

Pulling Your arms around his waist, he waits for you to settle against him. He relishes your tight hold, as you practically cling onto him for dear life.

Starting up the engine, he kicks up the kick stand, and speeds off to your shared apartment.

Your body bounces off of the mattress, as you let out a small scream. A giggle escapes your lips, as you smile up at Kyoutani, “Ken-Ken, are you still mad?” He nods, his hands pulling off your cropped sweater, and pushing up your skirt to expose your pastel yellow panties.

“That ugly bastard should’a know better than t’a put his disgusting hands on ya,” He practically growls, undoing your bra and letting your pretty tits flop out. Kissing up your neck, he sucks hickies onto the previously unblemished skin. A small moan leaves your lips at the feeling, as he starts to pinch and twist your nipples.

“Daddy!” He releases your neck with a ‘pop,’ smirking down at you.

“Yes, Princess? Do ya need something?” He rubs the skin on the inside of your thighs, purposefully missing your dampening cunny, “Do ya need yer Daddy to touch yer Princess parts?”

Nodding, you plead with him, “Yes! Please touch me!”

Chuckling, he pulls your panties off of you, letting the cool air of your shared room caress your cunny. Running a single finger up your slit, he barely taps your clit, causing your hips to jerk up and off of the mattress, “Yer such a sensitive baby, I love ya so much.”

“I love you too, Daddy! Please fuck me!” He hums, mulling over your words.

“Want me to show everyone who ya belong to?” You nod your head rapidly.

“Yes! Yes, please!” Kissing you on the lips sloppily, he reaches down to pull out his cock from his Adidas sport shorts. His tip is pierced, and when he rubs it against your clit, you practically see stars.

“My good, cute, polite girl,” He gathers your slick on his tip, before he pushes in. Your walls burn as you try to accommodate to his thick size, practically sucking the air from your lungs. A wanton moan is heard from you, as he waits for you to accept him comfortably, “Relax, Princess. Let me int’a yer pretty cunny.”

“Da-Daddy,” Your arms wrap around him, clawing at his shirt covered back, “You’re too big!” He shushes you softly, rubbing your clit with two fingers. Your juices slowly drip out of you and onto his cock. After a moment, he begins to move, practically rearranging your guts.

“You’ve taken me before, Princess. I know ya can do it, just let me in,” He starts to thrust into you at a medium speed, rubbing your clit at the same pace. Your eyes glaze over, practically rolling into the back of your head.

His cock is heavy and girthy inside of your slick walls, spearing you open with each thrust. Moans and keens leave your throat, as you grip onto him. Your hips meet his, your juices spraying onto the both of you.

“Look at my pretty baby, so fucked out already,” He uses the hand that’s not on your clit to grasp your throat, causing your body to go rigid and eyes to go wide.

“Ken-” He shuts you up with a kiss, swallowing your words. You try to push his hand off, but it’s to no avail. He continues to fuck into you, your cunny still sucking him in, even as you’re scared of his actions.

“Fuck, yer practically milking me for all I’ve got,” He removes his lips from yours, his grip becoming a bit tighter, “Ya want yer Daddy to cum in ya? Yea ya do.”

Now, you’re really pushing against him. You’re not on the pill, “Ken, pull out!” He shushes you, rubbing on your clit even harder than before, trying to make you cum before him. Kentarou relishes the small tears at the corner of your eyes, loving how cute you look.

Without you wanting to, you cum with a small gush of liquid, a whine echoing through your chest. He follows not long after you, filling you to the brim with his virile cum.

With a grunt and a huff, he pulls out of you, loving how his cum looks leaking out of you. Removing his hand from your throat, he looks down once more, realising that you don’t look very happy.

“You didn’t listen to me,” You rub the hand mark around your neck, as you sit up, moving away from him.

“Awe, don’t be like that, Baby,” He reaches out for you, but you move away from him.

“I don’t want to be near you right now, Kyoutani. You didn’t stop…” Moving off of the bed, you stand to your feet. Going to your dresser, you grab a week’s worth of clothes, including your work uniform. Pulling on a new shirt, you fix your previous outfit, as you start to cry.

“Wait-I-ya-ya aren’t leaving me, are ya?” For once, the spitfire male is at a loss for words.

“No, I just need time away from you. You say that Tooru is bad, but you hurt me a lot just now. I’m calling Haji, and I’m going to stay with him for a little while,” Your brother has your daily items there, just because you’d sleep over sometimes, so you aren’t too worried about not having soap and such.

Grabbing your phone from your purse by your bedroom door, you call him, Ken watching you with wide eyes, “Haji, please pick me up. Kyoutani and I got into a fight.”

Hajime helps you into his car, before turning to the still shocked male you call your boyfriend. He hasn’t said a word, if anything, he looks shocked beyond anything else.

Shutting the car door, your brother finally speaks, “I knew you were no good for her. Your jealousy got the better of you.”

“I didn’t mean to, it-it just-”

“Got out of control?” Your brother raises an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest, “Yeah, I’ve noticed. You hurt my little sister,” He moves closer to the dyed haired man, eyes flashing with anger, “You choked her out. Why? Because Oikawa made you jealous? Despicable.”

“It isn’t like that! We-we were having se-” He holds up a hand, stopping your boyfriend from continuing.

“I don’t want to hear it. Just know that if you come near her without her allowing you to be in her presence, I’ll kill you. I never wanted you to be with her, and you just proved my fears correct.”

Realisation dawns on Kyoutani, “Wait- is this why ya wanted me to come home with her? So I could fuck up?”

Hajime smirks, “Of course. My little sister is too good for you. Now, fuck off, before I do something you won’t like.”

Ken watches as you go, tears brimming his eyes. He should’ve known your brother would find you too precious to be with him. He most likely asked Oikawa to help him, seeing as the pretty boy was in the car with you, looking as perfect as ever.

He fucked up, and now Hajime has won their rivalry.

#kyoutani x you #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani x reader #yandere kyoutani #yandere iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #yandere haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader

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kurokoros · 4 years ago

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three’s company | iwaizumi + oikawa (kinktober day one)

Rated: M

Words: 7.3K

Pairing: iwaizumi x fem!reader x oikawa

Summary: Really, it was only a matter of time before Iwaizumi had you with your back pressed against his chest, his lips on your neck and his hand shoved down the front of your panties while Oikawa was forced to watch.

AN: I chickened out of writing a beefy captain gangbang, but I don’t think anyone is complaining lmao Fingers crossed this actually shows up in the tags!

Kinktober 2020 Day One: Threesomes + Day Eight: Anal

Warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration, oral (male receiving), cuckolding (?), voyeurism (?), anal play/sex, manhandling, edging, orgasm delay/denial, choking, biting, spanking, dirty talk (degradation and praise)

Warm lips trail across your cheek, wandering aimlessly along the curve of your jawline until Iwaizumi latches onto a sensitive spot that has you exhaling a breathy version of his name. Teeth scrape against you. He’s rewarded with a shaky sound as he starts to suckle on that same spot. Your thighs tense around his as you squirm, but his grip is firm around your hip, holding you down with a type of languid ease that makes your heart race.

His chest rumbles against your back. A pleased sound is muffled against the underside of your jaw. Tentative fingers brush against the back of his neck before slipping into his thick hair and pulling. There’s a hitch in his breathing, and then a groan that’s just dripping with want.

Iwaizumi’s breath fans across the side of your neck, and the heat makes your toes curl as his lips ghost over your fluttering pulse. It jumps beneath his touch, perfectly in time with the small hitch in your breathing. A shaky sound falls from your mouth as your head drops back against his shoulder, granting him further access to your exposed throat. Greedily, he takes advantage of it, marking your soft, smooth skin with his teeth and tongue. He drinks it all in. The little gasps you make as he drags his fingertips against your bare waist. The way your hair tickles his neck and chest. The sweet smell of your perfume that’s sure to linger on his skin.

You weren’t expecting tonight to end like this. Though, you can’t say you’re entirely surprised, either. Oikawa was acting like a brat earlier, after all. And he knows exactly which buttons to push to make your other boyfriend snap. Really, it was only a matter of time before Iwaizumi had you with your back pressed against his chest, his lips on your neck and his hand shoved down the front of your panties while Oikawa was forced to watch.

Two fingers thrust into you lazily as his thumb continues to tease you. Iwaizumi’s already made you cum once, softening you up with slow, purposeful circles against your puffy clit, all while promising filthy things in your ear. Telling you exactly what he and Oikawa are going to do to you tonight.

Fingertips glide over the curve of your hip and waist, tracing a slow path all the way to your throat. The light touch makes you sigh, your eyes fluttering until they’re half-lidded, unwilling to close them completely as you focus on the sight across from you.

Lips press against the corner of your mouth and trail across your cheek. Iwaizumi nips at your ear, his gaze sliding sideways to follow yours. The grip he has on you tightens. His cock twitches where he’s pressed against your ass, thick and hard. The edges of his lips barely curve upwards in a self-satisfied smirk, and you whimper as you lock eyes with Oikawa.

He’s already smirking at you, a predatory look in his eyes as his gaze drags down your body, watching in fascination as Iwaizumi’s big hand settles on your chest. You sigh as he palms your breast roughly.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whines from his spot on the bed, an overly dramatic pout forming on his lips. Despite his tone, he does nothing to hide the amusement in his eyes, taking pleasure from your squirming and panting. His cock twitches in his hand. “Stop teasing.”

To anyone else, maybe it would seem like Oikawa is the only one being teased—being punished—but you know better. Oikawa’s grip on his dick is a little too loose, his cheeks flushed red as he thumbs the head of his cock. Mirth swirls in his eyes as he watches Iwaizumi play with you. Your legs are spread obscenely, wide open for Oikawa as Iwaizumi’s thick fingers split you open, the view obscured by the wet, silky fabric between your thighs. Your back arches away from Iwaizumi’s chest as his thumb swirls around your clit, his finger work purposely sloppy just to keep you on edge.

Oikawa may not be allowed to touch you, but both men have you right where they want you. A panting mess and they’ve hardly done anything. They’re almost disturbingly in tune, playing off of each other so well. It’s no surprise that you get caught up in their games.

On the bed, Oikawa moans as he watches Iwaizumi’s teeth scrape over the curve of your neck and shoulder. His grip tightens around his cock, the steady rhythm of his hand stuttering for the first time.

Fleetingly, you wonder if he likes being cucked by your mutual lover, but your train of thought comes to an abrupt end when Iwaizumi’s thumb rolls over your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs as you shudder in his lap. Whimpering, you tug on his hair a little harder, earning a grunt in response. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He mouths at your shoulder, his hand already slipping beneath your bra to roll over your nipple.

“Hajime.” His name is a breathless gasp, and you watch Oikawa’s throat move with a harsh swallow as you call out a name that isn’t his. Pride swells in Iwaizumi’s chest.

The heat of his breath tickles your ear, and he presses a deceptively sweet kiss to your cheek. His fingers stop thrusting into you. “What do you think, baby?” he asks, just loud enough for you and Oikawa to hear him. “Does Tooru deserve you tonight?”

Oikawa makes another soft, whining sound from across the room, but Iwaizumi ignores him, attention solely on you. He releases your breast, left hand sliding over your collarbone to grip your chin, making sure you’re looking at Oikawa.

Iwaizumi hides a grin when you nod. “Yeah?” he echoes your silent agreement, calloused thumb brushing across your lips. Before he can let go, you part your lips and take the tip of his finger into your mouth. You make sure Oikawa’s eyes are on you when you give the digit a gentle suck. His eyes widen. Iwaizumi presses another kiss to your cheek before pulling his finger from your mouth.

You whine when he pulls his hand from your panties, his slick fingers ghosting over your clit purposely. His other hand lightly smacks the outside of your thigh as he lets you go. “Be a good girl and suck his cock.”

You do as you’re told, sliding off his lap onto shaky legs. A soft squeal escapes you as he delivers another sharp slap to your skin, this time on your ass cheek. It’s more surprising than painful, but his palm lingers, soothing you for a brief moment before giving you another nudge towards the bed.

Oikawa merely watches from his spot near the headboard as you cross the room. A grin appears on his face when you kneel onto the bed and crawl towards him. Iwaizumi’s gaze burns into your back, his eyes following the sway of your hips. With your back turned, Oikawa is the only one who sees when he brings his slick fingers to his mouth to suck them clean.

“Hello, angel,” Oikawa coos when you’re practically in his lap. He reaches for you with one hand, still stroking himself lazily, and you let him pull you in for a dizzying kiss. His tongue slides across your lips, and he groans when you part them, allowing him to kiss you harder, deeper. He can practically taste Iwaizumi on your tongue. Not as sweet as you, but just as intoxicating.

A soft, almost breathy sound fans against your lips as your fingers tease his bare thighs, slyly sliding higher as you steal another kiss. He pouts as you pull away, leaning just out of reach.

“Minx,” he calls you this time, but there’s no heat behind it. You’re just as bad as him when it comes to teasing. A low groan leaves him when your smooth fingers replace his around his aching cock. “Fuck,” he murmurs, head falling back against the headboard. You’re stroking him slowly, languidly, kneeling between his thighs with smirk that’s far from coy. And it’s so much better than when he was touching himself. Your hands are softer, smaller, and watching through half-lidded eyes as your fingers struggle to wrap all the way around his cock only makes him harder.

You shiver under the wight of their combined gazes, two sets of eyes watching you carefully. You stroke Oikawa from base to tip, grip tightening the way you know he likes it. The vein on the side of his cock throbs under your touch as your thumb swirls around the head at a torturously slow pace.

Oikawa’s palm slides up your arm. He ghosts over your collarbone and throat, only to stop when he’s cradling your jaw in the palm of his hand. For a moment, his thumb only sweeps across your cheek sweetly.

You gasp when his grip tightens, his fingers squeezing around you with near bruising force. White-hot arousal rips through you, pooling low in your belly, and you shiver as he draws your face closer to his. It’s always a gamble which side of him will come out in the bedroom. And with the way he’s looking down at you, amusement dancing in the depths of his eyes, you know that tonight they’re going to ruin you.

Maybe that was their game all along.

“Hajime gave you an order, angel,” Oikawa reminds you, a sing-song lilt to his voice. “You wouldn’t want him to punish you, would you?”

Oh, but you do. Oikawa knows it. And you’re sure Iwaizumi knows it, too. Just the thought of what he might do has your legs clenching. Slick arousal threatens to drip down your thighs. You’re close enough for Oikawa to hear the way your breath catches, a little whimper falling from your pretty lips. He pulls you in for another chaste kiss.

His palm brushes against your throat as he lets you go.

With Oikawa breathing unevenly in front of you, his pupils blown wide with lust, and Iwaizumi’s impatient stare on your back, you finally slide yourself further down the bed. Your free hand drags down Oikawa’s thigh, and you feel his muscles tense beneath your touch. Momentarily, you consider teasing both of them more, pushing the limits of Iwaizumi’s command until he snaps, but Oikawa’s heated look spurs you forward.

You lean down, immediately taking the head of his cock into your mouth. Without warning, you bob forward, sliding him deeper into your wet mouth, tongue laving attention to the underside of his dick. Smug satisfaction bursts in your chest when Oikawa makes a choking sound, caught off guard. One of them calls you a brat—Iwaizumi, you think, but it’s hard to focus when you’re swallowing around Oikawa’s cock. Your fingers dig into his thighs for balance, and his hand grasps the back of your head, brushing your hair back while pulling you closer.

Relaxing your jaw, you allow him to push you down on his cock, another inch slipping down your throat before he yanks you back. Your lips slide off of him with a slick, wet pop, and you gasp for air. Saliva drips down his cock, and you stare down at the flushed tip, pink and swollen from your work.

He pushes you down again without a word, and you eagerly take him back into your mouth, moaning around the stretch of your jaw. Oikawa isn’t as thick as Iwaizumi, but he’s long, and you struggle to take him deeper as he slides against your tongue. The louder you choke around him, the tighter Oikawa’s grip becomes. Breathy moans fall from his silver tongue, the wicked look in his eyes never disappearing for a second.

Breathing slowly through your nose, you glance up at him through your eyelashes.

Oikawa swears as you bob your head again, bucking into your mouth. “So pretty,” he calls you, panting at the way your throat constricts around him when you try to swallow, gagging on him. “Such a good cockslut.” Your lips are stretched obscenely around him. Slowly, you drag yourself back up, inching off him. Saliva sticks to his cock, and your tongue swirls around his tip in teasing circles before you suck.

He thrusts up into your mouth again. You choke.

The bed dips behind you with added weight, and you moan around Oikawa’s cock as Iwaizumi’s hands grab your hips. Calloused palms run along your waist, his thumbs ghosting your back on either side of your spine. You arch into his touch, and he grinds his cock against your ass. A choked moan leaves you as Iwaizumi leans over you, the heat of his body sinking into you as he presses his bare chest against you. His lips brush against your back.

“Naughty girl,” he murmurs, the throaty sound of his voice muffled against your shoulder. He places another kiss there, hands running back down your sides until he reaches your hips. You whimper around Oikawa’s cock when he nips at your shoulder blade. “You just don’t fucking listen, do you?”

Iwaizumi lurches away from your back suddenly, straightening. Before you have the chance to miss his warmth, his hand comes down on your ass in a harsh slap. It sends you jolting forward, Oikawa’s cock forced deeper down your throat. You choke around him again, fighting the urge to gag. Tears well in your eyes at the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

A hissed exhale is breathed above you. Oikawa curses under his breath as Iwaizumi rubs your hip with his thumb soothingly. “Do you like when Hajime spanks you?” Oikawa coos. His hand slides from your hair to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb brushes against the corner of your mouth where your lips are split around his cock. You look so pretty choking on him, the head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat.

Shakily, you raise yourself off of Oikawa, your tongue dragging against the underside of his cock. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip. When only half of his dick is left in your mouth, Iwaizumi’s hand comes down on you again, the force of the slap making you take Oikawa all the way to the back of your throat.

This time, you moan. Your thighs squeeze together again, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by the observant pair on either side of you.

“Oh, you do,” Oikawa says teasingly, your reaction answering his previous question. Iwaizumi grabs your ass, spreading you from behind, and Oikawa’s head tilts to the side thoughtfully. “Hmm, you really are a naughty little thing.” He strokes your hair away from your face. “Our little slut.” He punctuates the statement by thrusting up into your mouth, quickening his pace.

You must whine, because Iwaizumi hushes you. His thumb slips between your legs, rubbing against the damp spot in your panties. Another moan vibrates around Oikawa’s cock as Iwaizumi finds your clit, rubbing just enough to make your hips jerk. He grinds against your thigh, holding you in place with an iron grip.

They tease you like that until you’re squirming, Iwaizumi’s cock rutting against your thigh, his hand shoved between your legs to play with your clit while Oikawa uses you. He’s fucking your mouth at this point, holding your head still as he shoves his cock down your throat. Each roll of his hips is harder than the last, and he relishes in the soft gagging sounds you make.

A finger slips beneath your panties to touch you directly, and you grind down against Iwaizumi’s hand, desperate for more contact.

He slaps the back of your thigh. “Greedy slut.” The thought of shoving you down onto the bed and splitting you open with his cock makes his fingers twitch, but there’s something he wants to do even more.

Slowly, he eases your underwear down your legs, allowing the soiled fabric to bunch around your knees before he slips them off entirely. You’re pliant beneath him, allowing him to bend and move you anyway he wants, and you’re rewarded with his cock gliding against your dripping slit, the head rubbing against your clit perfectly. Another moan is muffled around Oikawa’s dick, and his rhythm stutters, then slows.

He’s close. You can tell by the way his cock twitches against your tongue when your swirl the muscle around his tip, his breathing growing heavier with each harsh suck. His fingers twitch against your cheek.

A rough hand wraps around your throat from behind, and then you’re ripped away from Oikawa’s cock. Your mouth leaves him with a wet pop. Spit sticks to your lips and drips down his dick as you’re forced upright. Heat surrounds you as your back is pulled flush against Iwaizumi’s chest. The new angle had him grinding against your clit, pleasure making your legs tremble beneath you.

Oikawa whines as he tosses his head back against the headboard, pouting up at the two of you. His cock twitches, glistening with your saliva, and his hand is quick to wrap around his aching length, stroking slowly. There’s a feral gleam in his eyes, and you know he won’t be cumming anywhere but down your throat once Iwaizumi lets you go.

Two fingers dig into the side of your throat, pressing against your pulse as it starts to race.

A sweet kiss is placed on the curve of your neck, just beneath where his thumb is digging into you, threatening to choke you. Then, his lips are on your temple, your cheek, his breath hot against the shell of your ear. “You’re doing such a good job, baby,” he tells you, his other hand skimming across the inside of your thigh. “Fuck.” He hisses as he grinds his cock against you, biting down on the curve of your shoulder. It hurts. The lick of pain only makes you wetter, and you tremble as his tip massages your clit. “You’re going to feel so fucking good squeezing around my cock.”

“Hajime,” you whimper as he nips at your shoulder again, just below a mark be made earlier. The spots will be tender later. Sore for at least a few days. But they’ll take care of you. They always do.

As if he knows what you’re thinking, Iwaizumi presses his lips against the spot where his teeth were just digging into your smooth skin. The kiss is gentle—soft in a way that makes your chest tight with overflowing affection. The momentary sweetness is contrasted by the deep, husky tone of his voice when he growls, “Beg,” against your ear.

Your eyes widen at the command; Oikawa’s eyes glint with arousal as he leans back to enjoy the show, content to keep his mouth shut for a little while longer.

“Beg me to fuck your pussy,” Iwaizumi continues when you don’t respond. His grip tightens around your throat, reaffirming the demand, and his thumb rubs against your rapidly beating pulse. You already know he won’t ask you a second time.

His cock rubbing against your slit and the grip he has around your throat make you lightheaded. You must sputter something out, because Oikawa releases a breathy sound of amusement.

“Come on, angel,” he says, tone just shy of condescending. “You can do so much better than that.” You whine when Iwaizumi hums an agreement against the back of your shoulder. His fingers finally stop skimming against your inner thigh. A surprised squeal falls from your mouth when he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger. Oikawa’s grin widens as he sees the tears brimming in your eyes—of pleasure or pain, it doesn’t matter. “Why don’t you tell Iwa-chan how desperate you are to be stuffed full of his big cock? I bet you can’t wait to have his cum dripping from your pretty pussy.” What he’s saying is absolutely filthy, but it has you shivering with anticipation, and you feel more than hear Iwaizumi’s breath hitch behind you. Oikawa’s eyes widen in feigned surprise. “Or maybe you’d rather have him fuck your ass instead?”

Your head lolls back against Iwaizumi’s shoulder, and you let out a barely audible moan that might be a name, feeling like all of the air has been ripped out of your lungs. They’re still waiting for an answer—waiting for you to beg—but it’s hard to breathe, let alone speak. And then your mouth is moving, words as filthy as Oikawa’s, but sounding so sweet to both of them. “Please,” you gasp, trying to grind back against Iwaizumi despite the bruising grip he has around your thigh. “Please, fuck me, Hajime. I need you to fuck me with your fat cock.”

Iwaizumi’s hand shifts to your jaw. “Good girl,” he murmurs, tilting your head back. Leaning in, he presses his lips to yours. He kisses you just as hard as Oikawa did, but his thumb brushes against your cheek affectionately. Fingers dig into your hipbone, and his teeth bite down on your bottom lip until you whimper. Pulling away from your lips, Iwaizumi leans back, and you’re barely given a second to breathe before you’re being bent over.

Immediately, there’s a hand on your jaw, guiding you back down to Oikawa’s dick. The flushed tip rubs against your mouth, spit and pre-cum smearing across your swollen lips before his cock is shoved inside. At the same time, Iwaizumi shifts behind you. Big hands hold you in place as he rolls his hips forward.

The dick in your mouth is the only thing to muffle your sob as Iwaizumi splits you open with his cock. He’s big inside you. Thick. And the stretch burns in the best way, bringing tears to your eyes. You always have liked it rough, and that’s exactly how he’s going to give it to you.

The next roll has him sinking another inch into your pussy, and you whimper around Oikawa, who shushes you, petting your hair and murmuring praises, telling you how good you are and how well you take Iwaizumi’s cock. He’s only halfway inside, but you’re already shaking, practically gushing around him.

Oikawa coos when you moan, and that condescending tone returns when Iwaizumi’s dick drags along your inner walls slowly, pulling back out. “So pretty,” he says, thumb stroking your cheek to brush away a tear that slips out. You swallow around his cock, tongue trembling against him.

There’s no warning before Iwaizumi thrusts forward and shoves his entire cock into your dripping cunt. His hips slap against your ass, pressing against the tender spots where he spanked you before. The force behind the thrust sends you forward into Oikawa’s lap, and he moans as you take him all the way into your throat. Your nose brushes against his pelvis, your jaw already aching from the repeated stretch.

“Fuck,” Iwaizumi murmurs, groaning as your pussy clenches around him sporadically, spasming. Even the slightest shift from him has pure bliss rippling through you. He’s so thick it’s impossible for him not to rub against your sweet spot, his cock stroking your insides just right. His hands flex around your hips. Blunt fingernails dig into you. The lick of pain makes you squirm, unsure if you’re trying to pull away or take him even deeper, if that’s even possible.

Oikawa allows you to pull yourself half-way off his dick to breathe, your chest heaving. “Oh?” He sounds amused. “Are you going to cum already, angel? Just from that?” He snickers when you shake your head stubbornly, forcing yourself to relax, unwilling to give either one the satisfaction of making you cum that quickly. “I guess Iwa-chan will just have to try harder then.”

A grunt of agreement comes from behind you. Still buried inside you, Iwaizumi pries one of his hands away from your hips. You clench around him embarrassingly when he spanks you this time. The rough treatment makes you keen.

They set a brutal pace. Iwaizumi fucks you from behind, hips slapping against your ass with every harsh thrust. Oikawa leans back, content to watch through half-lidded eyes as you whine and gag around his cock, taking him deeper each time Iwaizumi forces you down. You’re making a mess on both of them, spit and slick dripping around their cocks, but it only makes them fuck you harder.

You lose yourself in the sensations. The tangy taste of Oikawa on your tongue. The lingering ache of Iwaizumi’s hips slapping against you. The combined sounds of their heavy pants and groans. Oikawa is louder, higher-pitched and unrestrained as he moans; you can hardly hear Iwaizumi, his grunts and groans muffled as they slip through grit teeth, held back so he can focus on the slick, wet sounds of his cock filling your pussy over and over. Sweat drips down your back. Everything is hot. Too hot.

One of Iwaizumi’s hands slides around your hips and snakes between your thighs. Calloused fingers rub against your clit until you’re squirming under him, caught between leaning into the overwhelming pleasure and trying to pull away, already so, so sensitive from before. Before you can make the choice, his fingers disappear.

Your hips jerk when he grabs your ass, spreading you from behind. He leans back, just enough to watch his cock disappear inside your pussy. The slick press of his finger against your puckered asshole makes you gasp around Oikawa, but it quickly dissolves into a moan when the digit slips inside you, stretching you out. You’re warm and wet already, loose from earlier preparation, and you melt into his touch.

He crooks his finger just right, and you tighten around his cock, sucking Oikawa’s harder. The latter hisses, gripping your jaw so tightly that you wince. He hisses for Iwaizumi to “do that again”, and the other man complies, playing with your ass.

The hand Oikawa isn’t gripping your jaw with is fisted in the sheets, his knuckles white with how hard he’s squeezing. By now he’s holding you still, fucking your face with frenzied rolls of his hips. All you can do is whimper around him, swallowing and choking until his rhythm stutters. “Fuck,” he groans, tensing as he cums in your mouth, spilling down your throat.

He’s salty on your tongue as you swallow, and you gasp as he pulls his softening cock from your mouth. There’s nothing to muffle your whimpers and whines now, and it only spurs Iwaizumi on when you mewl, “Hajime,” as he slams against your sweet spot.

A hand in your hair pulls you up, gentler than before, and Oikawa leans in to kiss you, swallowing the sounds you make. He cradles your jaw in his palm, thumb rubbing circles against a sore spot. More praise is mumbled against your mouth, but what he’s saying is lost between feverish kisses and panting mouths as he tastes himself on your tongue.

Upright like this, your back is pressed against Iwaizumi’s chest again, and he takes advantage of the position. Another finger slips into your ass, thrusting slowly. His grip on your hip loosens, his palm sliding up your back and over your ribcage. Lips press against your neck. His tongue pokes out to taste the salt on your skin. And then he’s all teeth, nipping and sucking at you as he yanks at the clasp holding your bra together.

It snaps loose. The straps slide down your shoulders. One of them rips it off the rest of the way, and you whimper when a warm hand palms your breast, groping and squeezing before pinching your nipple.

Oikawa leans back, still stroking your cheek.

Iwaizumi shoves you forward suddenly, and you brace your hands against the headboard next to Oikawa. You’re positioned over his lap, knees pressed against the mattress on either side of his hips. His palms land on your legs, teasingly stroking from your knees to the tops of your thighs, his head tilted back against the headboard to look at you.

He looks content, face flushed and panting. Chocolate brown hair is mused, messy and sticking to his forehead. Pupils are blown wide, his eyes hazy from his orgasm. Though, they haven’t lost that spark of mischief. He smirks when he sees your own expression of bliss. Oikawa’s hands slide up your sides, replacing Iwaizumi’s on your breast when his palm shifts to your throat, squeezing slightly.

“How rude, Iwa-chan, fucking her right in front of me.” Oikawa is absolutely shameless with the way his gaze drops between your legs, watching as your cute little cunt is stretched around Iwaizumi’s cock. Slim fingers play with your nipples.

Iwaizumi huffs a laugh, breath fanning over the back of your neck. His pace slows, rough thrusts turning to a deep grind. “Maybe if you hadn’t cum in her mouth,” he grumbles, words slightly muffled by your shoulder as he leans in to kiss you.

Feigning innocence, Oikawa pouts up at Iwaizumi. “I thought you wanted her to suck my cock?” he asks. He pinches your nipple hard enough to make you gasp, a devilish smile spreading across his face. “Weren’t those your orders?”

He’s goading Iwaizumi. Trying to piss him off, make him fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. All three of you know it. And it’s working.

The fingers around your throat twitch. His hips slap against your ass with more force than before, but his slow pace doesn’t pick up. “I could have made you watch me fuck her on the chair.” It wouldn’t be the first time he’s done it.

“You say that like I wouldn’t enjoy it.”

A snort. Iwaizumi fucks you a little harder, a little faster. Your toes curl. “You better hurry up if you want to fuck her, too,” he warns Oikawa, eyes rolling at the impish look he receives in return.

“Are you going to cum early, Iwa-chan?” By now, neither of them are paying attention to you, bickering over your shoulder as if Iwaizumi isn’t buried deep in your pussy and your ass, and the taste of Oikawa’s cum isn’t lingering on your tongue. “I don’t think our girl would like that much.” Brown eyes blink up at you to avoid the glare Iwaizumi is sending him. “You look so pretty when Iwa-chan fucks you like this,” he compliments you, releasing your breasts and trailing his hands back down. “But I bet you’ll look even prettier when I’m fucking you, too.” His thumb circles your clit, still swollen and sensitive from when you came on Iwaizumi’s fingers earlier. “Think you can take both of us tonight, angel?”

You nod, eyes squeezing shut as a breathless yes falls from your mouth, because fuck, of course you want them both. You always do. And you’re so fucking close to cumming again. Your body is just buzzing with pleasure. Iwaizumi lets your head fall back against his shoulder, his sturdy frame and strong hand on your neck the only things keeping you upright. He’s still grinding against you, pace almost painfully slow.

With your eyes shut tight, you don’t see the way Oikawa grins. “Good.”

Iwaizumi’s cock pulls out of you. His fingers slip out of your ass. Your eyes snap open in alarm, a protest already on the tip of your tongue, but Iwaizumi silences you with a sharp slap against your sore ass cheek.

“Hajime,” you whine, only to gasp when he spreads you from behind. He lets go of your throat as Oikawa swipes a bottle off the nightstand. You know what it is without having to look, but you still shiver when cold, sticky fluid drips onto your skin. Iwaizumi hisses between his teeth as lube leaks onto his cock and fingers. He strokes himself slowly.

Oikawa grinds you down against his hips, his dick rubbing against your clit teasingly. The hands on your hips hold you still, the pair in perfect sync as they move you where they want you. Your fingers bite into the headboard as Oikawa snakes a hand around your hips, helping Iwaizumi hold you open.

The head of his dick presses against your ass, rubbing against your puckered entrance. His name drips from your tongue, sweet like honey, and you whimper at the stretch of his cock sinking into you just an inch. The lube makes the glide easy, but he’s still so big inside of you, stretching you to your absolute limit.

“Just relax, baby,” he murmurs against your temple, face buried in your hair. “Let us make you feel good.” His palm presses against your abdomen, pushing you against his chest.

Oikawa pouts. He leans in, pressing a kiss against your jaw that quickly turns into a bite. The pain doesn’t last as he pulls away just as fast. “How come you never say my name that pretty?” he asks you, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips.

Even through half-lidded eyes you see the glance the pair share over your shoulder. One of them slaps your thigh when you don’t answer fast enough, but you’re too overwhelmed by the onslaught of stimulation to tell who. The same hand slips between your legs to stroke your clit.

“Please, Tooru.” He shivers at the way you practically purr his name, all breathy and needy. “Please, fuck me. I want—” A choked scream tears from your throat as Iwaizumi suddenly thrusts forward, taking you by surprise as the full length of his cock is shoved inside you. His other hand slaps against the wall by Oikawa’s head for balance. “Fuck,” you whimper, clenching around him. Slick drips from your cunt, and you tremble, realizing you came just from that.

Oikawa’s thumb doesn’t stop rubbing your clit. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” You’re shifted over his lap, and then his dick is pressed against your slit, the tip rubbing through the sloppy mess between your legs. Hushing your little gasps and whines, Oikawa murmurs in your ear how pretty you are before he thrusts inside you, stuffing you full of his cock. The fullness makes you moan, but the sound is swallowed by Oikawa’s lips on yours.

Neither of them gives you a moment to breathe before they’re thrusting and grinding against you, taking you roughly, hard and fast. They know you can take it—can take them. You’re always so good for them, taking them so well. Your hands scramble for something to ground you, and you end up clutching Iwaizumi’s bicep like a lifeline as he pounds into your ass.

Absolutely filthy things are whispered in your ear, but it’s too hard to focus on anything more than the deep, throaty sound of Iwaizumi’s voice and the heat of his breath fanning across the back of your neck. Oikawa hisses between his teeth as your walls tighten around him, sucking him in deeper every time you bounce on his lap.

At this angle, he’s perfectly positioned to rub against your sweet spot with every thrust. You’re mostly grinding against him. Shoved onto his cock with the force of Iwaizumi’s hips slapping against your ass. They’re both panting and swearing, twin groans falling from their mouths as your muscles squeeze around them sporadically.

“I bet you just love being fucked like this, don’t you?” Oikawa sneers, one hand sliding up your side to palm your breast. Pinching and pulling at your nipple, he leans down to lick a strip up the side of your throat, tasting the salt on your skin. When his lips brush against your ear he continues. “Split open on both of our cocks.”

Iwaizumi huffs a laugh. “Cock hungry little slut.”

The way you moan is almost embarrassing, and it only spurs them on.

Oikawa pinches your clit between two fingers, rubbing your sensitive nerves harshly, just enough to bring you to the edge before he snatches his hand back. “Well, angel?” he starts. “Tell us how much you love it. Beg us to fuck you just the way you want it.” Letting go of your breast, he grabs your waist, forcing you down harder on his and Iwaizumi’s cocks. “Or does Hajime need to punish you again?”

“Please.” It slips out before you can stop it, breathy and needy. “I—fuck.” Iwaizumi slaps your ass again, and this time it’s hard enough to make tears well in your eyes. Pain and pleasure swirl into an intoxicating combination. “Please. Right there. I love it when you fuck me with your big, hard cocks.” You’re babbling at this point, only half-aware of what you’re saying, but you don’t care. You’re so close to cumming again. The knot of tension in your lower belly is so close to snapping. “Please, don’t stop.”

By now, you’re barely able to hold yourself up. Their strong hands are the only thing keeping you from collapsing. They know it, too, judging by Iwaizumi’s tight grip and the smirk on Oikawa’s face. Purposely, you clench around them a little harder, just to watch the way Oikawa’s brow furrows, his eyes squeezed shut in absolute bliss. Iwaizumi only grunts, pounding into you harder in retaliation.

Fingertips slide up your torso, and you cling to Iwaizumi’s bicep harder. His hand wraps around your throat, choking you, and you scramble to grab his forearm as he guides your head back against his shoulder, arching your back in a perfect curve. Your fingernails bite into his skin, but he only groans against your ear. Spots burst across your vision. Oikawa’s lips are on your collarbone, sucking a bruise against an already tender spot.

“Come on, baby.” Iwaizumi pants against your ear, distracting you as Oikawa’s hand slips back between your legs. His thumb swipes over your clit, rubbing in hard, fast circles.

You clench down around them again, tighter than before as you cum hard, your orgasm ripping straight through you. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream. The only sound you manage is a choked gasp that might be one or both of their names as you tremble, spasming around them as they continue to thrust inside of you, drawing out your orgasm until you’re overstimulated and so sensitive it almost hurts.

Moaning, Oikawa cums deep inside you, harder than before and so fucking sensitive as your pussy squeezes around his dick. The rush of warmth inside your cunt makes you whimper. A second later, Iwaizumi swears, shoving himself back and pulling his cock from inside you just in time to cum on your ass. Thick, milky fluid slides down your skin, mixing with the mess of cum that drips from your pussy as Oikawa pulls out of you.

None of you move. For a long moment the only sounds in the room are harsh pants as the three of you try to catch your breaths, too sore and sticky with fluids to do anything else.

It’s Iwaizumi that moves first. He presses a hard kiss against your temple, reassuring and warm. His thumb strokes the side of your neck gently, his grip around your throat now loose. A quiet whine leaves you when his warmth disappears, but it turns into a sigh as you’re shifted off of Oikawa’s lap and laid down on the bed. The mattress shifts as Iwaizumi gets off the bed.

Oikawa stays leaning against the headboard as the other man pads across the floor and leaves the room without a word. When Iwaizumi disappears down the hallway, Oikawa turns back to you. He reaches for you slowly, and you relax as his knuckles rub against your cheek soothingly.

“Such a good girl,” he coos down at you, moving to pet your hair. “You did so well for us. Hajime will be right back, okay? So just relax, sweetheart.” Your heart swells with the petname. It’s one he only uses in moments like this, where you’re both exhausted, craving contact and praise.

He continues to coo and whisper until Iwaizumi returns a moment later, a loose pair of sweatpants pulled over his hips and a set of damp towels in one hand. Without looking, he tosses one of them at Oikawa, who yelps as it smacks him in the face. “Clean yourself up, shithead,” Iwaizumi tells him, tone gruff. His entire demeanor softens when he looks at you, still spread out on the bedsheets, exhausted, with cum dripping down your ass and thighs.

“So mean, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa huffs, but does as he’s told, wiping himself off before tossing the towel onto the floor.

Ignoring Oikawa’s tone, Iwaizumi climbs onto the bed on top of you, his knees on either side of your legs. “Okay, baby?” he mumbles, kissing your temple, then your cheek, coaxing you to nod. Once he’s sure you’re okay, his lips lovingly brush over one of the bitemarks he left on the back of your shoulder. “Let’s clean you up.”

You wince as the towel rubs against your sensitive skin, but he’s nothing but gentle as he wipes away the sticky fluids.

Unlike Iwaizumi, Oikawa doesn’t bother putting on pants before he shuffles down onto the bed, sprawled out beside you. He clicks his tongue, a dramatic pout forming on his lips as he looks at you and Iwaizumi. “How come you don’t treat me like that, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi raises a brow. The look he throws Oikawa is nothing short of exasperated. “You’re not the one I just fucked,” he says blandly, making you smile. When Oikawa only pouts more, Iwaizumi rolls his eyes. “You want me to fuck your ass next time?”

“Well,” your other boyfriend drawls, a mischievous flicker in the depths of his eyes, “I wouldn’t be opposed.” Before Iwaizumi can respond, he rolls onto his side to face you. “And how are you feeling, angel? Need anything?”

It’s always the same routine after they fuck your brains out. The two of them bicker as they make sure you’re okay, then settle in on either side of you. They’re always clingy after sex, but you’re no better. Sometimes, Oikawa will coax you into a bath, or persuade Iwaizumi to order food, craving conversation until the three of you are half-asleep and too tired to continue; Iwaizumi only ever wants to pull you both close, reassure himself that you’re both okay. He can be too rough sometimes, and he knows it, always whispering apologies when one of you wince, big hands soothing away the pain.

You hum as Iwaizumi slots in beside you, sliding partway underneath you so that your head is resting on his chest. His fingertips brush against your skin, his palm smoothing over your naked back. Lips press against the top of your head, and you sink into his embrace as his steady heartbeat thrums through you. “Sore,” you admit, sighing as he kneads your lower back. You tilt your chin enough to kiss Iwaizumi’s chest before turning to Oikawa. Your lips quirk up.

“Someone looks satisfied with himself,” you tease him, voice slurred as you start to feel drowsy, lulled by the warmth around you.

“And you look like you’ve been attacked by an animal.” He reaches out to poke one of the bitemarks on your neck, faint indents from teeth just barely visible in the light. The grin on his face becomes even more cheeky. “But, ah, what can you expect with our Hajime. Such a brute.”

Iwaizumi reaches around you to cuff Oikawa over the head, but there’s no force behind it. A love tap. Oikawa whines anyway, and you dissolve into giggles as he throws himself on top of you and Iwaizumi, careful to rest most of his weight against the other man, who grunts, but doesn’t bother to shove him off.

“Idiots,” Iwaizumi grumbles, wrapping his arms around the two of you.

#iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa x reader x iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader x oikawa #hq #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq smut

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sugrbugz · 3 years ago

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their reaction to you coming out as trans!! : BOKUTO, KENMA, AKAASHI, OIKAWA, TSUKKI, & ASAHI ♥︎

CW: this covers topics such as gender dysphoria, transphobia, and ignorant parents. please be safe my loves!!

transphobes get the fuck outta here right now

also i’m ftm myself so i’m writing from my own experience! if you want a non binary one or even mtf let me know! ♥︎

BOKUTO

would be so very excited to go clothing shopping with you but also giving you all of his hoodies in the mean time-

would love to show you off as his official boyfriend, would fight transphobic people for you

“hey bo, can we talk?” you asked softly, only causing him to open his arms wide from where he was sitting on your bed. you crawled into his lap like you always did, your hands shaking a bit when your wrapped your arms around his neck. “what’s up little owl!” he smiled wide, flashing you that beautiful smile of his. “it’s sorta serious love..” you mumbled making his smile fall only a bit, it falling completely when you started crying. “lovebug? what’s wrong..you can talk to me baby” he soothed making you nod. “i know we’ve talked about your preferences before and i don’t know where i fall but-“ you hiccuped, trying to figure out how to say it. “i’m transgender..i want to be a boy” you sobbed out, ultimately terrified he’d leave even though you knew he wouldn’t. “no..” he started making you cry only harder, not even three seconds later were calloused fingers there to wipe them, “you are a boy..not want, right baby?” he smiled softly, kissing your nose.

KENMA

his emotions would hurt him first only because he wouldn’t fully understand why you’re so upset

best hair stylist in the game!! he’d do your hair so you don’t have to deal with judgemental old ladies and weird barbers.

would 100000000/10 drop anything hes doing to snuggle you since he knows how much of a bitch dysphoria can be

it actually happened by accident. currently you were in the bathroom, shaky hands on a pair of scissors you’d found in the kitchen. it was one of those moments. you weren’t officially out to anybody, not even your boyfriend just simply out of fear of being disliked. however when kenma came to use the bathroom after doing a five hour livestream her heart almost shattered right then and there. you were too into your head to even notice his presence, snapping back to reality when he took the scissors from you. that’s when the tears started. he was quickly to pull you close, kissing your head. “i think i understand..but if i don’t, please explain..” he whispered softly into your ear. “i-i..” you stuttered, you didn’t even know how to say it. “i’ve been dealing with my gender for awhile and came to the conclusion that im a boy..” you sniff, snuggling into his chest since the comfort felt good. “okay baby, you’re still mine okay?” he spoke so soft it was reassuring. “but come to me instead of butchering your hair, you know damn well i could cut it better. dork.” he winked sitting you down to actually cut your hair properly.

AKAASHI

wasn’t totally surprised even though he is oblivious to most things

he would be so sweet about it??????? he wouldn’t even question you???? just accepting right away

after you were ready to come out? god he would be so overbearing with how supportive he was. “hey have you seen my BOYFRIEND?” or “are you doing okay, pretty boy?” he would do it all the time

he already knew. you’d asked him to pack your laptop in your book bag since you guys were going to study at the library. he usually didn’t snoop and honestly minded his business, but when he saw what he thought was a dildo his curiosity was peaked. you had millions of tabs open, all pertaining to the concept of gender identity. his heart softened sadly, upset by the fact you did this all alone. you came up to check what was taking him so long, face dropping when you saw what was open, “i-i promise i can explain-!” you rush forward but he quickly wraps two arms around you, kissing you softly. “shush. you don’t need to explain.” he smiled, “your preferred name and pronouns my darling?” he hummed in addition, grinning from the blush on your cheeks. “uhm..y/n..and he/him..please..” you whisper making him nod, “i’ve got the cutest boyfriend every yanno that?”

OIKAWA

would make fun of you for a bit until he realized this was actually serious

he would also apologize profusely for doing so.

would go out and buy you 67963334 slacks just to see you in them i know it

“tooru i’m serious!” you’d whimper, genuine tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. that’s when he knew he took it too far. “hey..i was just joking around…does me calling you girlie actually make you uncomfortable? why?” he was confused but then again you couldn’t blame them. you’d told iwa you were trans, hoping to get someway to tell oikawa but there wasn’t much acknowledgment of him at all. “yes..it does” you nodded wiping your eyes. “is it because you’re trans?” all the air in your lungs was knocked out of you at this. “how did you..” you’d ask softly, “i dunno! i’m just really good at this!” he giggled before kissing your head and getting off the couch you two were on. “one minute!” he ran upstairs and about five minutes later came back with all his old clothes he outgrew. “here! ‘ma saved them for donating to relatives but your more important” he hummed making you blush, “tooru you don’t-“ “and what’s your pants size?” “uh-i-“ “it’s okay doesn’t matter we’ll get all of them.” “ALL OF WHAT.” and that’s honestly how the rest of your night went.

TSUKKI

he wasn’t totally surprised but then again he knew how your parents were and would understand your hesitation for coming out

it didn’t really phase him at all. have you seen his gender nonconforming best friend? tsukki wouldn’t care unless you were authentically yourself.

would always give you reassurance, no matter how much you needed.

you’d come to your boyfriends house for the third night this week, his mom more than happy to let you stay. “he’s upstairs!” she’d smile from where she was making dinner. you already knew where to find his room, so coming inside and throwing your bags down casually wasn’t an issue at all. “y/n how many times do i have to tell your messy ass that you don’t put bags in the middle of the-“ he spun in his desk chair to look at you, his face falling the second he saw your face go red and tears streaming down your face. tsukki fucking SUCKED with emotions but he wouldn’t be pathetic and not try. “cmere moonie, what’s wrong” he frowned getting up and sitting on the bed, pulling you down with him. “i told them” you stated simply, his own anxiety kicked in. “and?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “they kicked me out.” you nodded towards the fourish bags you had dropped. “well..fuck them. here you’ll be loved and respected. they don’t deserve you. no one does. now, ill ask mom if we can move in the old dresser from akiterus room..you make yourself comfy. change, take of makeup, whatever it is. here? you’re allowed to be who you are.” and with that he was gone. tsukki may look like an asshole but he tries his best not to be for you.

ASAHI

wouldn’t initially get it, but it would take some explaining and he’d be absolutely on board

would probably smoother you in love and affection for being brave enough to tell him how you’ve been feeling

similar to akaashi he’d be quick to correct those who use incorrect pronouns (unless you tell him not too) while expressing love for his boyfriend

dating asahi had plenty of benefits, most importantly his ability to scare those off who were rude to you. you had come out to him a week ago, he needed some help understanding the process but soon he was very on board and understanding. now you two were eating lunch with noya and tanaka, watching a group of girls who ever now and then looked back at you to laugh and point. you’d just gotten your gender affirming hair cut the night before. you began to feel very self conscious about everything, just slowly tucking yourself into asahi who immediately realized something was wrong. “what’s up babe?” he asked watching you nod towards the group. with that he gently passed you over to noya who was very excited for the hugs he was allowed to give his close friend. needless to say asahi scared the living hell out of those girls. when all was said and done, he took you to the boys bathroom and locked the door. he simply hugged you, rubbing your back while you almost immediately cried. “it’s okay bunny..i’m sorry people can’t mind their own business-not that it’s my fault-i dunno why i apologized-sorry-i-“ he took a deep breath but his nervous rambling had made you giggle. “thank you, you giant teddy bear” you smiled leaning up to give him a nice soft kiss.

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maizumis · 4 years ago

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— HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION TO YOU FALLING ASLEEP ON THEM

ft. bokuto koutarou, rintaro suna, iwaizumi hajime, sawamura daichi, tsukkishima kei

note: female reader❗ first post!! enjoy babies<33

❦ BOKUTO you were actually tutoring him with akaashi, an hour in, and akaashi had a family emergency so now it was just you and him. "so you're telling me I can solve an equation with a letter in it? damn that's so crazy!", "We actually saw this the past year, that's why we are tutoring you, so you don't fail", "no need to be so harsh" he tells you while his hair deflates, so you replied with a lazy smile on your face "sorry bo, why don't you solve the equations while I see how you make them?", "yeah! that sounds good!", he practically yells at you with the happiest smile on his face as if he wasn't studying for a subject he was failing. third equation and you were finding comfort on koutaro's neck, so much comfort that you end up falling asleep on him. "hey, how am I doing? you didn't tell m- oh you're sleeping, I should call akaashi to ask him what to do" he tried to look for his phone in the quietest way so you wouldn't wake up, and once he finds it, he called his friend, "akaaaaashii", "bokuto-san, why are you whispering?", "she just fell asleep on me and I don't know what to do", he tells akaashi with a little desperation on his voice, "oh, okay, carefully put her on your bed and please make some snacks or tea for the girl when she wakes up", after a little more of small talk, he hangs up the phone and brings you to bed in the gentlest way he can, quietly making his way to the kitchen to make some tea for you.

❦ SUNA lazy afternoons were actually something pretty common with suna, today after school you two went to his house and now you're lying on top of his naked chest, one of your hands on it while the other one is brushing his brown looks, at the same time, suna has his arm wrapped securely around your waist, watching some shitty movies on his laptop. "listen pretty thing, if you fall asleep first you're gonna have to make me dinner", "as if I would fall asleep right now sunarin... we both now I'm gonna make dinner anyways, you should really ask 'samu for some help in the kitchen", "don't you dare bring up another mans name while your literally on top of me". forty-five minutes into the movie and he started feeling something wet on his upper body, "baby the movie isn't even that sa– oh, you're drooling", he chuckled to himself, carefully cuddling you the rest of the movie, thinking how lucky he is for having you, and once the film is ending, he decided he would make dinner this time around; "Rin, are you in here?"', "in the kitchen, doll", he tells you a little loud so you could hear him, "I'm sorry I fell asleep", you yawn while wrapping your arms around his torso, "don't be, look at me now I'm making dinner but, this" he gestures to himself "is husband material, you shouldn't waste it", and damn he is right, who on his right state of mind would let him go?

❦ IWAIZUMI his unconditional love for you was noticed for everyone, except you, of course. as his and the other boys childhood friends, you were always invited to hangouts, except the ones that were just for "the boys" as they claimed. today's reunion was at issei's house, tooru and you begged for a Disney movie night, makki was saying that it was for children just so his friends couldn't see the excitement in his eye that wasn't unnoticed to your eyes. making your way to the couch, hajime signed for you to come to sit on his lap for the rest of the movie night, a thing you kindly accepted. "single lives matter, you know", issei says with a fake pout, "just shut up and let me enjoy, caterpillar brows" you told him while iwaizumi's arm tightens around your waist. your favorite part of the movie was coming so tooru said with an excited tone, "look cutie-chan, Megara is about to sing with the muses!... cutie-chan? you're ignoring me?", Hajime looked at you because tooru was right, that was indeed your favorite part of the movie, only to find you crushed on his neck slightly snoring; "shut up shittykawa, she's tired, let her sleep", he whispered, wishing his teammates didn't see the blush on his cheeks, "you know iwa, your cheeks are kinda matching my hair right now", makki told him trying to hide his laugh, "what happened iwa-chan? cat got your tongue?", tooru's remark was what send him over the edge, so he replied with "I will not hesitate to throw a ball to all of you next practice", he thought he could handle the teasing if that means you would be by his side like this more often.

❦ DAICHI you were exhausted from today's activities, not only you were on your basketball school team but exams were just around the corner so you were studying a lot and sleeping less these past days, exhausted would be the least you could call it. happy thing, today is friday and that means sleepover with your boyfriend, daichi; you were already waiting for him at the gate of the gym by the end of practice. "baby, you're okay? something seems off", he told you with a worried look on his face, "all cool, I'm just happy we have some time to spend together after this week" you told him with a quick kiss in the corner of his lip, making his cheeks a little pinkish. after you two arrived to your house, he went to the kitchen to make some snacks and you went to the living room to choose a movie; "Barbie and the diamond castle? again?", "yes, again daichi, deal with it, thank you for the snacks tho bub" literally fifteen minutes into the movie and you were already drooling on his bicep, he noticed and moved your head to his lap "you're lucky I love you, I don't watch Barbie movie's for everyone, sleep well, you deserve it love" a few more minutes and his head was hanging out of the couch snoring just a little, he went to sleep happy with the feeling of being beside you, can't wait for the future, he thinks before dozing off.

❦ TSUKKISHIMA your really tall and pretty boyfriend made his way inside the school, mentally hoping to see you, what he doesn't expect is not even a single tray of you in your classroom, a thing that leaves him to ask yachi where are you, "umh yachi, do you know where is she?" he asked with an unbothered expression, slowly dying on the inside, "she? OH, yes, she told me she is with a high fever so she could make it today, would you give to her my notes please?" she asked, a little intimidated by the tall boy, "yeah sure, tell daichi and ukai that I'm not going to practice today" after yachi giving him the okay he left, a little more relieved but still worried. the school day is over and after his younger manager lend him the notes you needed, he started making his way to your house, greeting your mother once he is in, going directly to your room where he doesn't even greet you, "why you didn't tell me you were sick? I could have skip class and take care of you", he tells you, annoyed but still caring, "I didn't tell you beacuse of that exact reason Kei, now come inside the bed and cuddle me" tsukkishima got inside the bed hesitating a little bit but once he found comfort on your warm, he was gone, "you know, you worried me, I couldn't stop thinking about you all day and you were here with a high fever and I could do nothing, i— you know is rude not to answer when someone is talking to you?", actually you were dead asleep the moment he touched the bed, his warm and company was all you needed and craved for the entire day; sighing he whispers to you, before going to sleep "I love you, please don't worry me again like that, short stuff"

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daddyjackfrost · 4 years ago

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Iwazumi Hajime;

Prompt 60: “You’re so beautiful in the sun.”

warnings: none! fluff! oh, it is self indulgent tho (sorry not sorry), also reading? books? yeah

iwazumi x f!reader

a/n: hi! okay so i wrote this as a treat after the bokuto angst. i think we all deserve something sweet after that. (especially since there’s more coming) this is just pure fluff. enjoy!

Iwazumi watched you with eyes filled with love, his sole focus on you as you slowly walked down the isle, your finger running against the spines of the books.

Your neck was slightly bent to the left as you read the names of the authors. You walked in an awkward position slowly as you looked for the books you had saved up for.

Every time you walked a bit too fast, the pinky that was linked with Iwazumi’s tugged you back.

You loved book shopping with Iwazumi because even though the man wasn’t as passionate about books as you were, he was always interested in the books you were reading, and often found the books you wanted before you did.

You had no idea how, especially since he usually only came into the store with you, but you never asked him. Though the books that just happened to appear on your bookshelf were a big indicator as to why he knew where all the books were.

Iwazumi would never tell you that he actually did like books. Not because he was sure you would beat him up for hiding it, but because he didn’t want you to stop reading to him.

He loved it when you read to him.

“Aha! I found it, Haji!”

Iwazumi’s eyes softened as his eyes fell on your excited face. You were holding the book with gentle hands as you read the back. You both knew you already knew what The Goldfinch was about, but reading the back of the book was a habit you were not willing to break.

Iwazumi watched as a small smile formed on your lips as you finished reading the back, and then he watched as the smile turned into a frown.

Your eyes looked at the spot the book was hiding. Someone had put it in the wrong spot. No wonder you couldn’t find it.

“What’s wrong, love?” Iwazumi asked you.

He knew what was wrong. The book was not in the right spot. The Goldfinch was written by Donna Tartt, but it was in the V authors.

“Someone put it in the wrong place.” Under your breath, you mumbled, “How hard is it to put a book back where it belongs?”

Iwazumi just snorted as he pulled you towards the cashier by your pinky. You gripped the book with tight hands, already anticipating reading it.

You looked down at your linked pinkies and smiled. Iwazumi wasn’t the biggest on PDA, but he was clingy, and he needed to be touching you or close to you all the time.

You didn’t like holding hands for a long period of time since your hands usually began to sweat and get clammy, and Iwazumi loved holding your hand.

So you compromised.

Your pinky and Iwazumi’s pinky were always linked. And would be linked forever, Iwazumi firmly believed it. There was no one else for him. Only you.

The cashier smiled at you and Iwazumi. Her kind elderly eyes brightened as she saw your linked pinkies, but neither of you saw that.

“Hello, darlings. Just the one book?”

You smiled and slid the book on the counter. “Hi! Yes, just the one.”

The lady scanned the book and punched a few buttons before speaking again. “And how would you like to pay?”

Before you could answer, Iwazumi held up his debit card. “Debit, please.”

You frowned and reached for his card, but Iwazumi just moved it out of your reach, and then pulled your pinky as a warning.

“Haji, no,” you scolded. “You paid last time! Let me pay.” You looked down at your card to make sure it was the right one when you heard the small beep of the card payment being accepted.

You looked up and scowled at a triumphant Iwazumi and a smiling cashier. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

“So not fair,” you mumbled.

The cashier just laughed as she handed Iwazumi your bag. “You’ve got yourself a gentleman.”

Your eyes met the lady’s soft brown ones and you let out a small genuine smile that made Iwazumi’s heart flutter.

You squeezed Iwazumi’s pinky. “Yeah, I do.”

With a smile and a small wave, you walked out of the store, Iwazumi following close behind. Once you two began walking. you started to lightly swing your connected arms back and forth.

“Hajime, you can’t keep buying all my books, you’re gonna go broke.”

Iwazumi rolled his eyes. You two had already had this conversation one too many times. Why didn’t you understand that he wanted to buy all your books? He wanted to buy them because they made you happy. Because as much as you would deny it, he loved seeing the look of adoration in your eyes when he bought them.

“Yes I can, pretty girl. And no, I’m not.”

You just sighed and stuck your tongue out at him.

You two walked in comfortable silence. Today was a beautiful day. The sun was high in the sky, shining down. Soft white clouds decorated the blue sky and birds flew, putting on a show for all those watching.

As you admired the world around you, Iwazumi admired you.

He didn’t get many days off like this, and even when he did, you two usually opted to stay indoors.

Iwazumi’s olive green eyes wandered all over your figure. From your luscious hair to your spring dress. Iwazumi never understood how someone like you could be with someone like him.

And he probably never would.

But Iwazumi was thankful for it everyday. His life, mentality, happiness, and just overall being was so much better with you in it.

Iwazumi’s eyes landed on the familiar street sign and he frowned. He didn’t want to go home yet. He wanted to stay out and witness your beauty in the sun.

Iwazumi gently pulled at your pinky, getting your attention. The 5’10 college student’s ears were slightly red when you looked up at him.

“Hajj? What’s wrong?”

Iwazumi’s eyes landed on the park across the street.

“I don’t wanna go back yet, love.”

You nodded and adjusted your dress. “What do you want to do?”

Iwazumi looked down at you and your eyes sparkled. He had a feeling you knew what he wanted, but you were going to make him say it.

With a small smile, Iwazumi tugged you towards the park.

“Read to me under the sun.”

You laughed as you followed him, your eyes on his red ears. Seeing your boyfriend getting flustered was the favourite part of your day, and it happened so rarely that when it did, you couldn’t help but smile.

You and Iwazumi both reached the park. The park consisted of a large piece of land with a small children’s playground in the middle. Iwazumi led you to the other side of the park, away from the screaming children and the barking dogs.

Iwazumi stopped in a beautiful green patchy spot and you instantly sat down, fixing your dress and crossing your legs.

From the ground, you looked up at Iwazumi. The sun almost blinding you. You patted your lap and grinned at the wide smile that spread across Iwazumi’s face. The man instantly laid down, his head in your lap and his hands laced together on his chest.

You brought the book to your face, slightly further away so Iwazumi had a clear view of your face. You flipped through the first couple of pages and then cleared your throat, smiling for a second when your eyes met Iwazumi’s.

“While I was still in Amsterdam, I dreamed about my mother for the first time in years. I’d been shut up in my hotel for more than a week—”

Iwazumi was listening, he swear he was, but the way the sun shined on your skin, creating this beautiful glow that had allured him, had the words that slipped off your tongue uninterested.

Your free hand ran through Iwazumi’s dark hair, untangling the pieces. You read with a comfortable ease, having gotten used to reading aloud to Iwazumi. You could feel Iwazumi’s stare but you tried to ignore it.

After you had read almost two pages, you paused and your eyes flickered down.

Iwazumi’s olive green eyes shined as they looked up at you and you bit your lip, flustered at the intensity of his gaze.

“Why are you staring at me like that, Haji?”

“You’re so beautiful in the sun, my love.”

When you broke out into an embarrassed smile, Iwazumi’s heart clenched in his chest. He could stay like this forever. His head in your lap as you played with his hair, reading to him.

If there was a heaven, he knew that his would like this. With you staring down at him with a smile as the sun shined on your skin.

Iwazumi wondered if the rest of the park had fallen in love with you yet. If they too had been captured and blinded by your glow and beauty.

Iwazumi was so in love with you. He often wondered what he did to deserve you. You thought the same thing about him. What did you do in your past life to get someone like him?

Iwazumi brought his hand to your chin, gently rubbing your lips with his thumb.

This was it, Iwazumi thought. This is all I could ever want.

omg i’ve never written for iwa before. how exciting! i love him. i should write for him more.

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colorseeingchick · 4 years ago

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Period Pains (Iwa, Suna, Bokuto)

Periods still stuck. Nothing has changed since part one. But these boys continue to comfort me when I feel like my heart, head, and stomach are going to explode :D. I hope they comfort you too!

A/N: It’s been rough homies. It really do be your own body that tries to attack you -_-.

Warnings: EMETOPHOBIA (in Suna’s there’s a semi detailed description of vomiting); swearing; foot massage in Bokuto’s (Ik that makes some people uncomfy); gym bros.

Iwaizumi Hajime

It was common knowledge that you and Iwaizumi were two halves of one insane power couple.

No questions asked, you both were generally independent when it came to taking care of your own matters, and you were both were pretty independent.

But there were exceptions- moments where you would both lean on each other, using the other as an anchor and a crutch to get back up and stay on your feet.

Your period was one of those times when times you needed your beloved boyfriend to play that role.

Today was one of those days.

You and Iwaizumi head over to the gym at around 6 am to get your early morning workout in before you go through with the rest of your day.

You had told Iwaizumi the night before, and he asked if you still wanted to “go gym” the next morning.

You said yes, hoping that a solid workout would help with some of the cramps.

And once you had got there, you had your hopes up.

The first half of your workout was going really well, and you hadn’t thought of your cramps at all.

But then it hit you while you were walking over to get your water bottle.

You didn’t know why, but the cramps hit you hard. Instantly you went to the bathroom to try and compose yourself, but that wasn’t really helping either.

You didn’t wanna bother Iwaizumi mid workout, so you tried to carry on.

Unfortunately, that didn’t work out too well.

As you tried to keep going, the cramps in your stomach got worse and worse, until you were pressing your stomach with your hands, curled over yourself on your yoga mat.

Taking deep breaths, you tried to relieve the only worsening cramps.

It wasn’t until a warm, firm hand caressed your back did you look up from your curled up form.

“1 to 10.” Iwaizumi asks you with a soft voice.

“4.” You say as you curl into yourself once more.

It was the pain ranking system that you’d both been using since early on in your relationship. You knew exactly what he meant, and you were honestly thankful that he understood you were in pain by just looking at you.

“Lying to me doesn’t do any good, ya know.” His words are harsh, yet the concern in his voice kills any intimidation that was supposed to come across.

“7.”

“Sounds right.” Iwa’s one arm wraps around you, digging into your side, his thumb massaging circles into the spot right above your left hip, while the other hand rubbed softer circles onto your lower belly.

You felt your muscles untense as his hands worked away at your cramping stomach with deep pressure only he had the strength to apply.

“What’s wrong with her?''

Both of you look up to see some guy (he seemed like a newbie, neither of you had seen him before) talking to your boyfriend.

“What.” Iwa’s voice is dry, in shock at the fact that this dude was in your business.

“Did she injure herself working out or something?” He asks, as if you were incapable of speaking for yourself. “Not being careful in the gym can be really dangerous, especially if you’re not trained.” He speaks in your direction this time.

Iwaizumi Hajime (27) ATHLETIC TRAINER, now looked like he was ready to commit murder.

Some of the regulars had now turned to watch, most giving the guy dirty looks.

A couple of you and Iwa’s closer gym bros step towards you both, making some preparations for Iwaizumi to swing.

But before anyone can really say anything, your voice cuts through.

“That’s real rich coming from you. The only thing that’s gonna cause an injury is your horrendous deadlift form.”

Your boyfriend goes from a state of shock into a fit of snickers, the guys on the side also amused. The guy in front of you goes completely red.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about you bi-”

“I actually think she’s right. I was a bit worried, too.” One of Iwa’s (very buff) friends stepped forward, smiling at you two before putting a hand a on the newbie’s shoulder. “Let’s go check it out.”

As you sigh out, your boyfriend stares at you with pride and amusement both bright in his eyes. “All that pain and you’re still able to come up with snarky comments.”

As his hand returns to soothing circular motions, you dig your face into his chest.

The soft touches from Iwa were enough to ease your pains, and allowed you to embrace your moment of vulnerability with your sweet boyfriend.

“Let’s dip and get food, okay? And you can just rest at home. You deserve a break.”

“Weren’t you saying something about how the grind doesn’t stop-”

“It stops when your health is on the line. Let’s go.”

Suna Rintarou

When it comes to you being on your period, Suna is by far the most hands off while simultaneously being the most attentive.

Suna wasn’t necessarily the biggest on PDA. But when it was just you two? He had no problem being all up against you.

The only situation Suna does not know how to navigate is when he can’t read someone’s moods or behaviors. Luckily for him, you were overly clear with his emotions and needs when you were on your period, even if those moods and needs were all over the place.

Early on, when you got together, he was a bit surprised to see how bad your period could get.

He’d walked in to your room one day to see you in a fetal position, rolling around on the floor.

He’d seen you go a full day of eating only junk food, upset and trying to satiate all your cravings.

He’d also seen you go without sleep because of how bad your cramps were.

Essentially, he’d learned you’d go through really bad health habits, and he’d assigned himself the roll of trying to make sure you maintained some regularity while on your period.

He was ready for anything, so ready that he made it look effortless.

When Suna came back from practice one day, he couldn't find you anywhere in your shared home. Which isn’t a problem, but he doesn’t recall you saying you were going anywhere....

It’s not till he lazily stalks over to the hallway and hears a horrible retching sound that he realizes you are still home.

Swinging the door open, he finds you perched over the toilet, vomiting in what looks to be a super painful manner.

“Rin...ta...r-oh fuck” you can barely get his name out before you start throwing up again.

Your boyfriend takes a step into the bathroom, but you toss an intense ‘no’ his way with your hand.

“It smells disgusting… and… I don’t want to be smothered right now…” you sigh as you breathe between your bouts of vomiting.

He takes a deep breath, recomposing himself. He knows your period can get pretty bad, but he hasn’t seen it get this bad in a while. He obliges, but he doesn’t move from the doorway.

As you start your next fit, Suna’s face remains blank, but his heart twists.

He slowly approaches you, kneeling beside you.

“I said to not.. To smother me....” your protest is weakened by your body inhibiting your ability to speak.

Suna keeps a bit of space between you two, but he gently grabs your hair, pulling strand by strand, until its completely out of your face

(alternatively, if you have short hair), Suna keeps a bit of space between you two, but he lets his hand gently rest on your back, rubbing in soothing circles .

Your hand goes up to push him away, but he grabs your fist with his larger hand, weaving his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb into the back of your hand.

“I won’t smother, don’t worry. But I’m gonna be here.” He’s soft in his tone, unfazed despite the relative unpleasantness of the situation.

As you finally stop, you fall back, your hands covering your eyes.

As you lean back, your body giving out, your head finds its way onto the plush chest of your green eyed boyfriend. He doesn’t touch you, but just acts as a makeshift couch for you to lean on.

“Rintarou.” “

Yeah?”

“I need your touch.”

Your words are blunt but effortlessly received as your boyfriend instinctively wraps his arms around you, languidly stroking your thigh with one hand and holding your stomach with the other. He adjusts you so that you’re pressed up against him.

“Better, babe?” he asks as he backs up into the wall, loosening up as you relax against him.

“Mmm.” You croon, sinking down against him. “I should brush my teeth, I’m sorry you came back to this.”

“It’s fine. Get cleaned up. Wanna watch movies? I got Chinese takeout.”

“I don’t want Chinese,” you comment.

“What do you want?”

“Pizza.”

“...”

He sighs. “I’ll be back in 20.”

“I love you.” you smile at him as you tell him what he already knows.

He presses his nose into your hair, letting your conditioner’s scent fill his nose. “Mmm… and I love you.”

“How much?” You ask.

“How much do I what?”

“How much do you love me?”

“Enough to get you pizza at 10 pm in the pouring rain.”

“It’s raining??”

“Yeah.”

“...Nevermind I don’t want pizza anymore.”

“Well I want pizza now so I’m going.” He pulls himself up and out of the bathroom despite the way you tried to cling to his leg to keep him from leaving.

“Rin!”

Bokuto Koutarou

Bokuto is honestly the ideal boyfriend, especially when you are on your period.

Early in your relationship, when you got on your period, you didn’t tell Bo. But he ended up learning the hard way.

He’d come back from practice a bit later than usual and didn’t text you. Usually he didn’t, especially if he knew he’d only be a little late. But when he walked through the doors, instead of finding his usually happy, bubbly girlfriend who usually showered him with love, he was greeted with you crying.

“W-why didn’t-t you text me, Kou? Do you-u not care about me?”

He had nooo idea what was going on, and he was very panicked and sad.

He felt like the rug was pulled out from under him when you proceeded to snuggle into his chest 2 minutes later, cries completely stopped. His little owl eyes were wide open and very confused.

2 days later, he asked about the situation again, scared to bring it up.

But you were really embarrassed as you explained how you were on your period and could get extreme mood swings. You apologized and promised that you’d never do something wild like that again.

But Bo wasn’t content with your answer.

He went and asked Akaashi if he knew anything about what periods were like (he was shy to ask you).

Akaashi found the lovely statistic of “period pain being of equal pain levels of a heart attack” and Bokuto lost his shit. “

I’ve never had a heart attack, but they kill people! And they go for the hospital for those! And she apologized for being a little emotional… that doesn’t seem right, right Kaashi?”

Akaashi agrees, of course. And sends Bokuto off with the advice of “she’s always there for you. All you have to do is be there for her.”

When the next time you had your period rolled around, and you found yourself a little emotional, you did your best to control it. But Bokuto was having none of it.

“Baby, you don’t have to hide it! You can be emotional!! I don’t mind. You always help me when I’m emotional! I can do the same for you. I’ll take the best care of you, I promise!”

You would honestly call it a turning point in your relationship, cause this was when you learned to start really depending on Bo. And you realized just how dependable he could really be.

When Bokuto comes back from practice today, he finds you splayed out on the couch, koala-hugging a pillow, whimpering a “welcome home” between grunts of pain.

Bokuto stays quiet as he walks up to the couch, dipping down to place a kiss on your cheek before stripping his sweaty t-shirt off as he walks off to take a shower.

Once he comes out, fresh and clean, he throws on a comfortable t-shirt and shorts before coming back to find you on the couch.

He grabs your legs, pulls them up, sits down, and then places them in his lap. “Baby, do you want a massage? I can press your legs.”

“You don’t have to, Kou, it’s okay.”

“I want to!” He cheers back as he starts to knead at your calves, moving down to your feet and slowly pressing over your socks.

You sigh and huff, slowly relaxing as the soothing feeling of the pressure applied to your feet counteracts the pain you felt in your lower abdomen.

While Bokuto concentrates intensely on massaging your calves again, he perks up at the sound of a sniffle.

Swinging his head, he sees you slowly dissolving into sobs.

Panicked, he slides your legs onto the couch and comes by your face.

“Baby, did I press too hard? Did I hurt you? Please tell me.”

“No, no, Kou, you’re fine. I’m just- I’m so lucky and blessed to have such a loving amazing boyfriend~” you get the words out as tears stream down your face, turning to look him in his big, gorgeous, gold eyes. “I don’t deserve you, my love.”

Now, for reasons unknown, Bokuto finds himself crying as well.

“Why are you crying!” You cry and laugh out at the same time.

“Because I have such a sweet girlfriend who always showers me in love! Don’t say I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect for me.”

Cheesy as the exchange was, it was really soft for you. Because you knew Bokuto, and you knew he meant every word exactly as is from the bottom of his heart.

Crying while your laughs got lighter, you pull him in and kiss him all over his face.

He laughs too, and holds your face as he pulls away, swiping the tears from under your eyes. “Your turn!!”

After smothering you with kisses, he picks you up and carries you to your shared bedroom, so he can love on you more, with enough space for both of you to lay next each other and peacefully drift off to sleep.

A/N: Gym guys who don’t mind their business seriously bother me. I hope you all enjoyed! Requests and commentary are greatly appreciated :D

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