#iwaizumi is still so hot omg

[realcube]

i’ve been thinking about this and definitely need a second input because i can’t get it out of my head— what positions do the haikyuu boys like to eat 🐱?

handstanders: lifts you up by your legs, usually over his shoulders, until you’re almost lifted off the bed with blood rushing to your head.

couch munchers: has you either spread eagle on the couch with him knelt down between your legs, or turned around with you knelt upon the couch/chest pressing against the back cushions, if that makes sense.

“squatters”: usually has his head resting upon something while he lays down, letting you stand over his face and squat down so that he has entire access to your 🐱 while you’re able to reach down and jack him off.

doggy enthusiasts: the classic from the back, has you bent over anything while his hands grip both your asscheeks & hips while burying his face between your thighs.

HOW HQ BOYS EAT IT

a/n → omg anon i hope you know how chuffed i was to receive this ask. i had matchups n fics to write but i HAD to stop everything to write this ARGH.

tws/tags → pussy eating (duh lol), fem!reader, daddy kink (in atsumu's) and semi-public sex (in hinata's)

handstanders

kageyama, yamamoto, goshiki, tendou, ushijima (no bed involved tho, good luck lol) MVP ;; NISHINOYA — was hitting it from behind while you were laying on the bed and got carried away; decided he needed to make you feel even better, the best he possibly could. so he held your legs against his shoulder and lifted you up by the hips and went for it, tongue eagerly thrusting between your folds. meanwhile your back is bend to an ungodly degree and your gripping onto the sheets for dear life.

couch munchers

tsukishima (lowk), kenma (highk), osamu, suna MVP ;; DAICHI — it was so easy for a sweet little late-night romcom date to devolve into something dirtier. it started when you'd shoot him lovey-dovey eyes whenever the on-screen couple would kiss, so he'd chuckle and peck your cheek. but he could tell how needy you were by the way you feebly gripped onto his shirt and his short locks of hair. and he wasn't one to say no to his favourite girl. so that's how he ended up knelt on the floor, lips fixed to your sopping cunt with your trembling legs wrapped in his strong arms, while you were slumped back against the couch cushions.

"squatters"

kuroo, terushima, iwaizumi, matsukawa MVP ;; ATSUMU — loves 69, but at the same time he wants his mouth to make you feel so good that you're physically unable to suck him off because you're moaning too much or arching into him impulsively. still, he can tell when he's fucking you right because your hand's rhythm on his cock becomes feverish and hurried, desperately jerking him with every ounce of coordination you have left while moaning his name into the emptiness of the bedroom. "fuck yeah, baby." he murmurs against your hot cunt, "faster for daddy."

doggy enthusiasts

oikawa, hanamaki, lev MVP ;; HINATA — points for frequency, skill and spontaneity. you're one of the many women brazil shoyo has brought home with him, but definitely his favourite, and he wants to get with you some more while the night is still young. but you've never seen such a big house before and you insist he show you the amenities first before you even think about getting in bed with him again. so hinata figured he'd show you the balcony first. it overlooks his massive backyard: a gorgeous sight as he has you bent over the railing, feasting on your pussy from behind. the cool air nipping at your damp folds, exposed from how crudely he hiked up your dress.

(some of my own)

facesitters basically like the "squatters" except they insist you sit on their face. none of this "kneeling" or "squatting" shit. put your whole body weight on them; they can take it! in fact, they revel in being suffocated by your ass and thighs. they don't wanna breathe in anything that isn't you.

tanaka, kyoutani, iwaizumi, ushijima MVP ;; BOKUTO — you squirm as you are straddling your boyfriend's face, trying your best to shift your weight onto your knees so you are politely hovering above his face, opposed to sitting on it. but when he notices that is what you are trying to do, he pouts and moves his strong hands onto your thighs, and pushes you down onto him. you gasp at the sudden and harsh contact of your wet pussy against his mouth, but you can tell by the way he keenly welcomes your folds between his lips — and how he smiles against your flush skin — that he loves every single second that you are on top of him. he keeps his hands on your thighs to hold you securely in place while he tongue-fucks you senseless.

classics

where you are laid down on your back in bed, and they are also laying down but on their front, with their head buried between your thighs. preferably with your legs wrapped tightly around their head.

ennoshita, yaku sugawara, kita MVP ;; AKAASHI — eating pussy is an art form to him. he kisses all over your inner thighs before he starts, leaving tender love bites across you (which he will kiss better later when they start to feel sore). licks between yours folds, the flat of his tongue stimulating every inch of your needy pussy, until you're soaking wet and denching his cheeks. the tip of his tongue flicks and teases your clit, and his fingers continue that work after his tongue plunges into your hole. he's slow and sensual, pleasing every stretch of your gummy walls. his nimble fingers slide into you whenever he pulls his tongue out so he can kiss your legs and whisper affirmations against your warm skin. he tell you how well you're doing and how perfect you are.

standers

you stand up with your legs slightly apart and he kneels down before you.

sakusa, kiyoomi, omi, sakusa kiyoomi (he's also all of the above but this one is his fav) MVP ;; SAKUSA — whenever and wherever. he is partial to the shower; he likes the soapy water running down your hot figure. but if you're looking tasty, he'll get on his knees and you know what to do. he'll initiate when you're standing over the stove, trying to make dinner but you're the only thing he wants to eat. he just loves making you feel good; when his tongue is bringing you so close to your orgasm that your legs start trembling around him, and he has to grab hold of your ass in attempt to stable you. he'd spend most days with his mouth connected to your cunt if he could, soaking up your juices and having you desperately ride his face.

[hatsukeii]

tip-toe (take me back to the ground) / timeskip!iwaizumi hajime x reader

genre(s): domestic iwa omg... fluff!! very soft, straight up sensual fluff!! iwa is hot!! iwa is romantic!! iwa is good at many many things, and good WITH many many things too!! im rotting in bed thinking about what could be one day ngl

warning(s): he's very handsy let's just say that... so suggestive warning!! no explicit nsfw, gn reader, but this will get decently/pretty suggestive towards the end u have been warned:)

wc: ~1.4k

tldr; Iwaizumi Hajime wants dinner (you)

Iwaizumi Hajime likes to come home to the golden glow of table lamps, fluttering wisps of fire on the wicks of cinnamon candles on spice shelves, and a vinyl playing beneath the needle of a record player on the coffee table of his living room. It's not an extraordinarily good record player. Sometimes the pitch wavers uncertainly, almost like when the service drops on a video call and the other person's voice suddenly drops half an octave. Occasionally, the needle skips a note and adds a fleeting pop to whatever song is playing on the record, like when a few embers of a fire crackle a little louder than the rest. Whenever he hears the record player, and the muffled hums from somewhere else that fill in the jumps and correct the warped melodies from the grooves of the vinyl, Hajime feels like having dinner.

When Iwaizumi Hajime stands over the stovetop of his kitchen, sleeves of whatever top he's wearing rolled halfway up his forearms, he listens for something beyond the scratchy song from the vinyl across the living room. He squeezes a few rings of oil into a pan, and pretends to press down on the ignition at the sound of carefully muted tiptoes against wooden floorboards. Hajime is unfazed when a pair of arms slither across his stomach, and cross at his chest, but he smiles at the sensation anyways. Beneath the guise of diffused cinnamon candles, he smells soap and laundry. By how a pair of loose short sleeves slide down your arms to bare your biceps to him, he knows that you're wearing one of his freshly washed t-shirts, and pulling his back closer against your body.

"I'm sweaty, love."

"Good, you know I like it."

If you creep up on Iwaizumi Hajime, clad in slippers and his t-shirt, he can blame nothing but his inhibitions when he abandons the empty pan, and lazily turns to hold you instead. Your arms travel up his back now, hands feeling for every groove around his shoulders, the dip of his spine, the hairs that line his nape. Hajime's fingers reach beneath your shirt for your hip bones, and the record player in the background pops a note. He sinks his palms into the flesh of your waist, pushes you close until he's certain you will melt into him. His thumbs massage the outskirts of your stomach, drawing the scales and arpeggios from the song on the vinyl into your skin, and he begins to sway and step in tandem with the music that fills the room. You press your ear to his chest, synchronise your heartbeats with his own that pulses through your ears and sends your mind into a golden haze. Your feet step from side to side with him, and suddenly, Iwaizumi Hajime is slow dancing in his kitchen with you, instead of having dinner like he initially planned to.

"Missed you all day." He mumbles into the top of your head, lips against your hair.

"I know, missed you too, Hajime." You speak it into his heart through his clothed ribcage.

The song on the record player fizzles out into its next track, one that plays out in piano keys that staccato across rocks in a creek, saxophone that glides like a breeze over the surface of still water, barely causing a ripple, flutes that fly past a waterfront like birds that soar above the earth in bimbling chirps.

Iwaizumi Hajime then decides he wants a little more than just dinner.

His hands push past your waist to your ribs, fingers splaying across the two sides of your back and palms lying flat against the sides of your chest. His vision spins and flips when you sigh against his ribcage, whole body flinching at his sudden advance. He relaxes into your embrace even more, shoulders loosening and hunching into you. He feels your body shift by the way his hands seem to move up with you, and your lips leave their mark on the right side of his neck. You nibble at his skin, and the record player jumps a note again, like a flat stone skipping past the surface of quiet waters. Hajime's throat gives out, a full hum vibrating through his Adam's apple, and your lips curl into a smile against his pulse. He thinks he wants this more than dinner.

You don't realise you are stepping backwards until your heel hits the base of your kitchen island, one of Hajime's hands now settled on the small of your lower back to cushion the impact of the cold countertop. It doesn't matter anymore, really, when Iwaizumi Hajime finally dips down to catch your lips in his own, giving his dinner a first taste. Your eyes flutter close, lashes tickling his cheeks as he sinks himself further into you. Your hands grip the edge of the counter now, steadying yourself so your knees don't give out and collapse beneath you. Hajime kisses slow, but pervasive. He finds every inch of your mouth, swipes his tongue across your bottom lip, swallows your stutters by pushing even harder. Something is off with the track in the background, perhaps the needle is wearing out with how every second note seems to warp and crackle. But you're pressed up against the kitchen counter, Hajime's hands feeling for every inch of your body, so you don't really have half a mind to care about the record player right now.

Strong arms pull you up and onto the countertop, and you part your legs to let Hajime settle between them. You sit taller than he stands here, head angled downwards to meet his own. He is completely at your mercy, and he surrenders his control to you. Your hands grab at the back of his neck, pulling him into you as if he can get any closer than this. Iwaizumi Hajime is content with slow dancing, lingering touches, patient kisses. But he sighs into your mouth. You cut him off by nibbling on his lip. And when he pulls away for air, he thinks you've forced him to want more.

The song fades out into the space of the living room. The water is still again, and the moon invites itself into the scene, painting the notes that still hang in the silence a misty silver.

Your vision soaks in Hajime's expression. His eyes are lidded, half-open, yet something glimmers in his irises that travel across every detail of your face. His cheeks are stained red, the tips of his ears even more so. A glossy sheen of saliva coats the entirety of him mouth, and the skin around it too. You bring a thumb to his mouth, and wipe away at the edges of his lips with the pad of your fingertip. Looking down on Iwaizumi Hajime is not something most have the privilege of doing, and you bask in every second that he stares up at you, as if there is nothing in this lifetime that will be better than the view from below. Your hands hold his face now, fingers running themselves through his hair. He shivers at your touch, dips his head into the crook of your neck. You rub and scratch at his scalp, handfuls of soft hair brushing and pressing against your palms.

"So good to me. Too good."

"Want me to fix up dinner for you, Hajime?"

The record player doesn't make a sound. Night has settled, birds hide away in the branches of trees, the breeze smooths over the surface of the water, rocks and stones sit in the riverbed, unmoving, grounded.

When Iwaizumi Hajime separates his face from your neck, he thinks to himself, one day, I'll put a diamond on that pretty little ring finger. You continue to thread your fingertips through his hair, when he pulls you back for another kiss. This is softer, but you can tell that he is getting hungrier. He moves teasingly slow, almost agonising. His lips are hot against yours, warm breaths from his nose fanning across your cheek, and you don't miss the way his hand slides from your waist to the inside of your thigh. A finger slips beneath the hem of your shorts, pinching and tugging down at the fabric. You wrap your legs around his chest, and he pushes them apart again, holding them in place with his rough palms.

Fuck a dinner, Iwaizumi Hajime wants you instead.

"Gonna take you to the moon tonight, love."

author's note:

yall iwa is so sexy... i can't help it... i've never felt compelled to write anything overtly physical or suggestive but for iwaizumi hajime 27 athletic trainer i felt many many things... i need him sb and i hope that you do too after reading this because i need people to understand how FERAL i am for this man ;P

anyways tags!!

@catsoupki @akaakeis @staraxiaa @chuuya-brainrot @hiraethwa @4ngelfries @bailey-reeds @fiannee @stars-tonight @wyrcan

ok love u all bye bye muah see u next fic

[a-kaash-me-outside]

the walls are thin - epilogue

in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | epilogue [masterlist]

// proudly unpredictable and awestrukenly trusting ~ ᴀᴛsᴜᴍᴜ x ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 12504 ᴡᴏʀᴅs

a look into this chapter: 18+ minors dni omg even more smut, lots of fluff!, established relationships, seriously just a lot of fluff, we get to see all our favs, gatherings, party vibes, threesome, oral m!receive, throat fucking, oral f!receive, slight objectification but its hot?, afab she/her pronouns

a note from ♡ tori ♡: ah okay guys, i can't believe we're finally here. the END of twrt. i really didn't think that it would get this much love and all the interactions really just made me so happy and like would make my days, every week, all the time. tysm and ah, i can't wait for you guys to read THIS. it's like, ah, my fav. <3 <3 <3 can't wait to hear your guys' last thoughts on this silly little fic. ♡ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ♡

ever since you woke up 3 hours ago, you’ve been an anxious mess. productive, sure, but still uneasy. even now, you’re tidying, moving about the kitchen, wiping down the counters, putting away dishes, moving with purpose, quick, short movements from task to task. 

“can ya stop pacing? it’s making me nervous,” atsumu calls from the living room, clicking his tongue and shaking his head as he emerges in the archway.

“how are you not more nervous already?” you ask, not stopping a single bit, actually pacing more now. before it was a way of getting around between chores, now you’re heel to toe, heel to toe, heel to heel toe until you reach the edge of the invisible barrier between your kitchen and dining room and then you turn 180° and repeat the process again.

it’s much roomier here than the kitchen in your apartment. the distance between your 180s is much longer than you had the luxury of before. you’re grateful for that, more time to overthink before spinning around. 

you’re grateful for a lot of things in this kitchen compared to the last. the countertops are much nicer, shinier, easier to clean. the cupboards are roomier, don’t slam as loudly. the sink is big, spacious, with a spraying feature that actually gets the food off of the dishes. the stove has gas burners and there are two ovens instead of one really shitty one (though, those were a part of the non negotiable luxuries list you and atsumu came up with months ago). the fridge makes ice without having to fill the trays and the freezer has built-in shelves. 

you’re grateful for the little things scattered around the kitchen too, the things that make it feel like home. the electric kettle is a matte sage and it matches your tea green dishware. the two cacti on the window sill, the hanging flowers to the right of the sink. photos of you and atsumu and friends, stupid lovey notes, oikawa and iwaizumi’s save the date, all attached to the fridge with tasteful souvenir magnets. the notepad on the freezer door where you and atsumu write your meal plan for the week. a dry erase calendar sprinkled with events in both yours and atsumu’s handwriting. 

“hey, c’mon,” he says, walking over to you, reaching out his hand and wrapping it around your wrist gently to stop your repetitive motions. “makin’ me dizzy too.” he lets your hand fall as you stop, walking a few more steps away from him, deeper into the kitchen.

you huff, leaning your lower back against the cool countertop, heels digging into the tile floor as you cross your arms over your chest. “seriously, tsumu, how are you not nervous?”

he leans against the adjacent counter, palms gripping the edge, “what exactly are you worried about?”

“i don’t know,” you mumble, head tilting forward slowly, base leaving your spine, chin coming into soft contact with your chest as you take a deep breath. 

you can’t see atsumu as he moves towards you, too busy looking down at your feet, but his voice is close to you as he speaks, “yea you do.” it’s soft, knowing, but patient. 

“i just…,” you trail off. atsumu waits a few moments, trying to let you articulate whatever you’re feeling and wherever your worries are stemming from, but you look up at him and you’re not making any attempts to explain, so he tries to fill it in. 

“everyone will get along, i promise. i know it’s been awhile, but that doesn’t mean that-,” he starts explaining.

you cut him off, shaking your head, “no it’s not that…”

“then what, baby?” he asks, nudging your legs apart, stepping in between them until the outsides of his thighs are pressed against the insides of yours. he grips onto the counter on either side of your hips.

you speak, small and somewhat under your breath, “we haven’t seen everyone in too long, i just really want everything to go well so i can enjoy the night.”

“come here,” he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his chest, smoothing his hand over your hair as he presses a soft kiss onto the top. you let him move you, embrace you, wrapping your arms around his waist and finally taking a much needed deep breath. 

you’re already feeling so much better, but he keeps explaining, “we get to see friends, some that we haven’t seen in years, all in one place, under this roof, our roof,” he pulls you back gently, kissing your cheek and then your cheekbones, “we own this roof,” he says, kissing you again and you giggle, “and we get to just hang out and play stupid games and catch up with everyone.”

atsumu steps back from you, interlocking his fingers with yours and spinning you around until your back is pressed up against his chest, swaying with you. “and we will play terrible music and feel so weird when two obscure friends talk to each other and we don’t even have to worry about stupid downstairs neighbors,” he says, spinning you back so he can see your adorable face again, watch the worry melt right off of it as he often gets to do because he’s so good at the melting, “and everyone will give us gifts, some really cool and some really bad, and we get to just have a really great night with everyone all in exchange for hours of veggie prep and hundreds of dollars in sliced meats and days of setting up and coming days of cleaning up.”

well, fuck, you can’t even remember why you were so worried a second ago. 

“we still have so much work to do before everyone shows up at 6,” you note, no longer hurriedly anxious but still aware of how quickly time seems to pass when you’re being smothered in kisses by atsumu. your eyes flick to the clock above the stove that reads 10:15 am, but you don’t move an inch. even after all of this time, you’re still painfully aware of how difficult it is to unravel from a comforting atsumu.

bzz bzz. atsumu sits up, kisses your forehead quickly, and then walks back to the living room where his phone is buzzing. well, maybe it’s not so difficult for him. you almost yell out a pout, but realize that this sudden interruption should probably be welcomed, allowing you to actually focus on getting the house perfectly ready. 

“hey,” atsumu says into the phone, muffled by the distance of being two rooms over now. “yea.” … “great!” … “okay.” …. “alright.” …. “okay. see you then.” …. “love you too.”

you scan your list of things to do, open the fridge to truly take in the quantity of vegetables and amount of side prepping you have to do, put the last dishes from the dishwasher away, and make a tiny note to remind atsumu to grab the mini burners from the basement. “who was that?” you call out. 

“god, it’s a good thing we did all the shopping yesterday, or you’d be an even bigger mess today,” atsumu says, popping into the kitchen again, jumping up onto your freshly cleaned counter. 

you throw him a look, eyes narrowed and jaw open in faux shock. “i literally just cleaned that,” you say, gesturing to the counter he is now sitting on, “also, i probably would be a smaller mess if someone was a bit more helpful.” you can’t help your smile as he shrugs his shoulders, playing along. just as you spent the entire morning cleaning the kitchen, atsumu had spent the entire morning cleaning the living room. the two of you both knew this. 

you walk over to him. “can’t believe i’ve had to do everything today,” you shake your head at him, smile even wider as he leans forward and kisses it. “in return, i’d like you to go downstairs and find those stupid burners and also bring up the extra tables so i can set them.” 

even amidst the chaos, clock ticking down with your to-do list still impossibly full, atsumu has a way of pulling you into these small moments. he always has, your entire relationship. it doesn’t matter what you were worried about, how you were feeling, what you were doing, he always creates space for you and him to just enjoy each other. 

most of the time, just like this time, it comes in the form of teasing and poking fun. “y’know,” you tack on, leaning forward and kissing him back, “because you haven’t really done anything,” you explain.  

he wraps his arms around your waist, leans back pulling you with him, kissing the side of your face, “oh is that so?” 

you squirm to get out of his arms, but he holds tight, laughing now as he continues to press kiss after kiss after kiss wherever he can reach. “yes! it is so!!” you yell, laughter making it nearly unintelligible. 

“right, the living room cleaned itself?” he asks.

you can’t stop laughing as you quip back, “magic, maybe.” 

he lets you go completely now and shakes his head at you. “just like the table is going to magically find its way up here?” he asks, tilting his head. 

you place your hands on his knees. “nope. that’s all you,” you tease.

knock knock knock. the fear creeps up on you quickly, all rational thought leaving in an instant as you worry about how much time could have passed, wrong information you could’ve sent out, unexpected people that it could be. 

the crooked smile on atsumu’s face combats it instantly. “it’s a good thing i recruited back up then, huh?” atsumu says, nodding in the vague direction of your front door. your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but atsumu doesn’t say anything else, nods in the same direction again.

you make your way to the front door, tip toeing on perfectly cleaned hardwood floors and over brand new decorative rugs. just a week ago, this place was filled with boxes and disassembled furniture. now, in their places are the trinkets that filled them and the put together pieces.

the front door doesn’t even have a chance to open completely before you’re jumping into his arms, squeak of excitement leaving you, hanging off of his neck. whatever he was holding in his arms is set gently onto the ground so that he’s able to reciprocate the tightness of the hug. 

you pull back, eyes wide and smile even wider before wrapping your arms around him once more and hugging him even tighter. you’re so enveloped in his embrace that you don’t hear atsumu approach behind you, only notice that he’s there when he scoffs loudly.

“what was one of the first things i said when you learned that he existed?” atsumu jokingly scolds. you pull away from your hug, half turning to see atsumu’s smitten smile and teasing head shakes. “i said that you weren’t allowed to like my brother more than me.”

you take a step back from the doorway, allowing osamu to actually step into the house. osamu reaches down to pick up his bags, one neatly packaged reusable kitchen bag and a just as neatly packaged gift bag. “that is somethin’ he usually has to say,” osamu says, looking in your direction, “when people meet atsumu first, it sets the bar pretty low.”

atsumu reaches forward to hit the side of osamu’s head, but osamu ducks out of the way like he’s been anticipating it from the moment the thought popped into his head. “besides, most people can’t help it,” osamu loudly whispers to you, smirking, “i’m just the better twin.”

“never shoulda invited ya,” atsumu shakes his head.

“but i’m so much help,” osamu replies, leaving his shoes neatly to the right of the door. 

“yea, you’re just in time to go get stuff from the basement,” atsumu points out, nodding towards the basement door down the hallway.

“oh, absolutely not,” you step in front of atsumu’s nodding, blocking the view to the basement as if to prove a point. “samu’s gonna help me in the kitchen because duh and also so he can tell me all about the onigiri miya drama,” you explain to atsumu, shifting your weight forward onto the tips of your toes and smiling huge.

“god, i made a mistake inviting you over to help prep, didn’t i?” atsumu asks, but you’re already pulling osamu by the forearm into the kitchen, loudly excited to tell him every little detail about your new kitchen.

“you remember the old kitchen, right?” 

“yea, of course, was kinda shitty.”

“i know, i know, but look! look at this, samu, 2 ovens.”

“gas stove too?”

“yea! works much better with the pans you got tsumu and i last christmas.”

“oh! do ya wanna see the housewarming gift i got ya?”

“now?!”

“why not?”

“then, yea! duh!”

nope. definitely not a mistake.

atsumu peaks his head into the archway with every intention of telling you that he’s heading to the basement and asking you if you could think of anything else that was down there that he needed to bring up. instead, he gets to watch this scene unfold, doesn’t dare to interrupt as you tear the tissue paper out of the bag, throw it onto the floor that you were so worried about moments ago, dig your hand around inside to feel for the contents, and then pull out a wooden box. “no way,” you say under your breath, turning quickly to set it down on the counter with excessive care. “my own?”

“come on, yn, every time you and sumu were at my place when ya came to visit, ya wouldn’t stop talkin’ about it,” osamu says, beaming, watching you closely as you gently pop open the latch. 

“yea but then i went home and tsumu and i looked up how much it was and then we couldn’t stop randomly bringing up how much you spent on a fucking knife for 3 weeks straight,” you explain, shaking your head. you reach down into the box, running your fingers over the engraving on the side and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears as you read it. miya. 

“i heard ya had a lot of veggies to prep,” osamu says, shrugging, “you’ll get enough use out of it today alone, i bet.”

“this is insane, samu, fuck,” you say, turning towards him and hugging him for the third time today already. “thank you so much.”

“of course,” osamu says, hugging you back.

“not really a gift for tsumu, though, huh?” you ask.

“the gift for sumu was how happy it makes you,” he replies without missing a beat, as if he actually thought it all the way through when buying it, saw the price tag, and took into account how happy his brother would be if he bought it for you. you can’t stop smiling.

the food prep flies by, not just because of your incredible new knife, but also because of the company. it’s actually been hours by the time you get everything washed, chopped, prepped, and plated, but the entire time was spent catching up on months worth of onigiri miya drama and the trips that you and atsumu had recently taken.

the second that the door to the basement closes, you lean in close to osamu, “so how is it going with that girl who keeps coming in right before closing?” you don’t have to be as close as you are to osamu to notice how flustered he gets instantly. 

“i’m gonna switch jobs with sumu,” osamu threatens, shaking his head as he brings packages of vegetables to the sink.

you follow right along. “evading the question is just going to make it worse,” you explain.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, evidently evading the question.

“the last you told me, she was still coming in and you were still staying open just to make her food,” you say, turning off the faucet so that he pays attention to you. “is that still happening?” he doesn’t respond. “you have to at least give me that!”

he sighs, turning his attention to you. “the second that atsumu walks up those stairs, you don’t say another word about this,” he says, finger in your face.

“deal! deal deal deal!” you say, nodding along. “is it still happening?”

“and,” he adds, “you let me wash the veggies while we talk about this.” you reach over and turn the faucet on again, smiling. he continues, “yes, it’s still happening.”

“have you told her that you like her?” you ask, not contributing a single bit to the prep that osamu is doing.

“well, i’m not 12, so, no?” he replies.

you hit his shoulder, “you don’t have to be 12 to have a crush on someone, samu. but, seriously, do you get that vibe?”

“probably just hungry after work or something,” osamu mumbles.

“so nothing has happened since we last talked that would make it seem like maybe she’s into you?” you ask, squinting at him despite the fact that his attention is solely on washing the bunches of broccoli.

you hear the sound of ascending steps from the basement, the door knob jiggle open, and you know osamu does too as he quickly says, “i mean, maybe the one time we were chatting until 4 am.” the door squeaks open and osamu raises his eyebrows at you and shakes his head. you will get this information out of him later. 

it’s not long until it’s just a few short hours of everyone arriving. the decorating is mostly done, the food is prepped in the fridge, the tables are mostly set up. you entrust the rest of the prep to the miya twins- which might be a terrible idea, you’ll have to see once you come back downstairs- as you go upstairs to get yourself ready.

“i will keep an eye on him,” osamu says, flinging his arm around atsumu.

atsumu instantly pushes osamu’s arm off of him, shaking his head and reaching to smack the side of his head again. “it’s my house!” atsumu yells, missing once again and then instantly trying to hit him again. when osamu keeps moving out of the way, atsumu jumps at osamu, sending the two of them flying backwards and into one of the tables that needs to be finished setting up. the table bumps against the wall and even from your place on the stairs, you can see the ding in the freshly painted wall.

atsumu and osamu look at the wall and then up at you, waiting to see how you’ll react and how much they should start blaming each other. you just laugh, “the first of many, i suppose.” and then you make your way upstairs. 

/++/

5:39pm and you walk downstairs, breath held because you’re not exactly sure what the state of the house is going to be in, but whatever expectations that you had are surpassed. everything looks exactly how you want it to look.

atsumu and osamu are standing side by side looking down at the large, mostly empty table where, in an hour’s time, your closest friends will be gathered, enjoying food and each other’s company. “i still think we should just set up the broths and vegetables,” atsumu says. 

your torn between pulling out the camera or committing this adorable scene to memory, atsumu and osamu in the same exact pose, arms folded across their chests, posture mimicked, head tilted to the same degree. you opt for the camera. it’s more replicable that way, more provable. 

it’s over all too soon, osamu bumping his shoulder into atsumu’s and shaking his head. “i told ya already, stupid,” osamu jeers, “if people aren’t eatin’ for another hour, there’s no need to bring em out yet. ya don’t even have to do anything, just hafta take the plastic wrap off of em.”

“yeah, but when we’re-,” atsumu starts to argue.

“yer wrong, just be wrong, sumu,” osamu interrupts. 

atsumu moves to hit him again, but you speak up, “we can just bring it out when everyone arrives and settles.” the two of them turn to face you and atsumu can’t help the smitten face that quickly takes over, doesn’t even have the heart to argue with you right now. “seriously, everything looks great, guys, thank you.”

osamu sends back a quick, not a problem that you don’t have a chance to reply to, because atsumu meets you in two quick strides, kissing the side of your cheek. “you look a lot less stressed,” he says against your skin and then moves to pull away. osamu, the most perfect man in the world who can read any room and react with impeccable timing, tells the two of you that he’s going to finish cleaning up the prep mess in the kitchen.

you place both of your hands on either side of atsumu’s face, pulling him to kiss you. “you’re really good to me, y’know that?” you ask.

“ya look really good tonight, y’know that?” he asks back.

you shake your head at his evaded question. you know that he knows that. you kiss him again. “don’t you have to get ready? people are going to walk through that door any minute.”

“yes,” he says quickly, kisses you once more, and is then bounding up the stairs, “i’ll be 10 minutes tops!” he yells from your bedroom. 

/++/

atsumu is the third person that shows up to your party and that’s not including you and osamu. the first person that shows up is maki at 5:58pm because, sure, he could’ve waited for those 2 minutes and shown up right on time, but that would’ve been 2 minutes that he could’ve been spending with you. he earns a hug just as hard as osamu, harder even, longer, despite the fact that you saw maki just last week when he helped you move in. 

“you’re early, y’know that?” you ask when you pull away. maki steps inside of your house as if he’s been there a million times, leaves his shoes right next to osamu’s and nods. 

“2 whole minutes,” maki replies, shrugging, “issei’s on his way and i’m sure oikawa and iwa will be late,” he informs you and you nod along. sure, maki had helped you move in, but he hadn’t gotten to see your house put together like it is now. he takes the liberty of exploring the rooms of the ground floor and you follow him around as you ask him how his drive was. 

when you make it into the kitchen, excited to start rattling off everything about it that you love, osamu is in there casually on his phone. osamu and maki had met before, several times. it was inevitable, really, the most important person in your life other than atsumu and the most important person in his life other than you knowing one another. and you’re grateful for the fact that you don’t need to introduce or entertain the two of them as they instantly start a conversation because someone is already at the door and atsumu is nowhere to be seen.

the second person that shows up at your party is kita at 6:00pm on the dot. you know everyone that’s coming to the party, but you know kita the least and yet, the second that he starts talking, you feel like you’ve known him forever. you’ve only really met one other time, but kita steps inside and tells you how gorgeous the entryway to your house is and hands you a small gift and you understand very quickly why atsumu and osamu have raved about this person for years. 

atsumu makes his way downstairs, quickly and haphazardly and almost falling on his ass, at 6:14pm. he just barely beats out sakusa and hinata who show up together at 6:15pm. in fact, he’s there to greet them at the door with you. they’re the first people that you greet as a couple and it, along with the soft chatter in the kitchen from osamu, maki, and kita, is making the night feel very real. 

sakusa and hinata don’t need any introductions or hand-holding. even though they have never been in your house, they make themselves feel at home, walking in and leaving the two of you in the doorway as they explore. “this is crazy, right?” you ask atsumu, unable to focus on one conversation that’s happening and it’s filling you with a joy that is unmatched. 

he answers by pressing a kiss into your forehead and nodding down the hall where hinata is touching something that he maybe shouldn’t be and sakusa is scolding him, something about how he’s so glad bo isn’t here yet. you can’t help but laugh, taking a single step in their direction before the next person is knocking on the door. 

issei shows up at 6:16pm. he’s the first person to say the word, congratulations! to the two of you and it feels warm on your mind and in your chest. “maki’s already here, right? he said he was coming early to see you,” issei says, peering down your hallway.

“two minutes, issei,” you say, shaking your head, “he was two minutes early and it’s a good thing too, because i haven’t been able to spare anything other than those two minutes.”

“ah, there’s that college you,” issei jokes, pulling you in for a hug, “i knew it was in there somewhere, that interesting mixture of super stressed and in love with atsumu.” you narrow your eyes at him, but can’t get a comeback out as he continues, “where’s kawa and hajime, anyway?”

“come on,” you check your imaginary watch, “it’s still practically six o’clock.”

“true, but iwa did say that he was really going to try to get oikawa here on time,” issei notes as you shut the door behind him.

“and i’m saying that even really trying, there’s no way oikawa shows up before 7pm,” you shoot back and pull issei into the direction of the kitchen. you make quick eye contact with atsumu who gives you a warm smile and gestures towards the living room, making his way over there as soon as you return an affirming nod. 

“i know you’re right, but sometimes i just want to have faith in them, y’know,” issei says, the two of you entering the kitchen. maki immediately (and politely) leaves his current conversation to join you guys when he sees you. 

“who?” maki asks, quickly and very nosy.

“hajime trying to get oikawa here early,” you reply.

“oh, there’s no way that oikawa shows up before 7pm,” maki says matter-of-factly.

you grab onto his shoulder, nodding with your whole body because it’s really nice to have someone in your life who understands you as much as maki does. “that’s what i said!!!!”

the three of you catch up as much as three people who are in four different group chats and who talk to each other every day can catch up with one another. it is different, though. you hadn’t seen issei in months and maki hadn’t seen him in almost as long as you and you feel like you’re back in college in the best way possible and you really wish oikawa and iwaizumi were here.

you’re so immersed in your conversation that you actually don’t hear the door open. instead, you hear the voices traveling from the foyer, through the halls, and to the kitchen at 6:43pm.

“i don’t think you’re supposed to just walk in, rin,” you hear a familiar voice at the front door. 

“well, then, maybe they should lock their door, aran,” you hear a different familiar voice reply.

you excuse yourself, walking to go greet the two people at the door. atsumu beats you to it, practically running down the hallway and pulling aran and then suna into a half hug. “yo, careful, atsumu, geez,” suna pokes, but hugs him right back. “you’re gonna break whatever this gift is.”

“how do you not know what it is?” atsumu asks, grabbing the large bag from him.

“because rin just asked if we could get something together so he wouldn’t have to go shopping,” aran says before suna could offer any sort of bullshit excuse. suna doesn’t deny it then, only lets a knowing, lazy smile creep onto his face. 

“yea, guilty,” suna shrugs, “but to be fair, it was really expensive, whatever it is.”

aran nods, “it was really expensive.”

atsumu shakes his head, “you guys really didn’t hafta get us anything.”

“i mean, if it was just you, we wouldn’t have,” suna explains, looking passed atsumu and walking towards you. “thanks for havin’ us.”

you are pulled into two more hugs. you should have been keeping count of the amount of hugs you’re giving out tonight because the number is definitely getting up there and you’re not sure that it’s going to stop anytime soon.

“of course,” you reply, “thank you for whatever this really expensive gift is.”

“yea, whatever it is,” suna laughs.

you rest your hand on aran’s shoulder, “kita’s already here and osamu’s been here all day.”

“what? where was our all day invite?” suna asks.

“we’re literally here 45 minutes late, rin,” aran says, face unphased but voice questioning.

“yea, and you wouldn’t have helped,” atsumu tacks on.

“alright, yea,” suna says and the four of you walk into the kitchen. you note in your head that another thing you’re very grateful for about this kitchen is how much bigger it is than your last one, the open connection to the dining area granting the ability to fit everyone without having to worry about being too cramped. 

you note the different groups of people forming, the different conversations that are taking place. you’re still playing host right now, walking from group to group and adding a few words or giving a side hug or asking if anyone wants a drink.

“who else is coming?” aran asks when you interrupt his conversation with kita and sakusa.

“oh, my friends, oikawa and iwaizumi, and then bo, i think, right?” you answer and ask atsumu across the room.

“yup,” atsumu nods, returning his attention to the conversation that he’s having with issei and suna. 

“oikawa and iwaizumi are usually this late, but i’m not sure why bo is so late,” you say, thoughtful, but then shrug your shoulders. as if on cue, there is a knock at the door. “oh! that’s probably him.”

you rush over to the door and are very surprised to see oikawa and iwaizumi at 7:02pm. “i’m sorry that we’re late. i really tried this time,” iwaizumi says, looking at oikawa with a death stare rather than you with an apologetic one. you laugh, shaking your head. you hug them both, one arm around each of their necks as you squeeze them tight.

you hadn’t seen them even longer than you hadn’t seen issei, almost an entire year. sure, you kept in contact all the time, but you hadn’t physically been able to hug them and see them in far too long. they had just been much too busy with life and travel and wedding plans and life. “‘ts fine, but you’re staying later to make up for it,” you reply, still not letting go.

“oh, we’re staying in town for a few days, actually,” oikawa smiles, “surprise?”

“oh my god!” you say, indeed surprised. “that’s incredible!”

“yeah, atsumu helped us set the whole thing up the second we even made a mention in passing,” oikawa explains. 

“guess that’s why kawa thought it would be okay to be the last people here?” iwaizumi says, evidently still playfully bitter about the fact that oikawa made them late again.

“actually,” you say, “not the last people to get here. somehow.”

“dammit! no way?” iwaizumi says in disbelief. you’re about to question why that’s such a bad thing, but oikawa’s sweet smile contorts into mischief and told ya so. 

“ha! pay up! i told you, hajime,” oikawa says, poking his finger into the side of iwaizumi’s cheek.

“ridiculous,” iwaizumi shakes his head, “who else?”

“oh, just bokuto. i’m still really not sure why he’s so late. i thought you guys were him,” you reply, shaking your head. “i’ll send him a text-.”

“hajime,” oikawa says monotonously, cutting you off, “pay. up.”

“what? not here?” iwaizumi says, shaking his head, eyebrows furrowed like oikawa has just asked for something he should not have. knowing oikawa, he probably did exactly that.

“yes, here. pay up!” oikawa says, nodding back in the direction that they came from. you tilt your head curiously, wanting to ask questions, but just letting whatever is happening unfold.

“absolutely not,” iwaizumi refuses.

“no, because i said that-,” oikawa starts, finger in iwaizumi’s face once again.

“okay, okay, fine,” iwaizumi gives in. you’ve known the two of them long enough to know exactly what’s going through iwaizumi’s brain. there were times before that he didn’t give in to oikawa as quickly as this, but all three of you know that when oikawa starts droning on about whatever he said, it never ends in iwaizumi getting his way. 

“it’s in the car,” oikawa smiles.

“i’ll be back,” iwaizumi grumbles, turning around and then he’s gone again. 

you choose not to ask any questions because oikawa is not responding to your very confused face and instead starts asking you about your new home. you only get halfway into a partial conversation when iwaizumi shows back up at the door, shaking his head, sighing heavily with a white t-shirt that reads oikawa was right. “perfect,” oikawa says, placing his palm against the words and patting softly. 

he walks down the hallway on his toes, swaying back and forth proudly, “issei, come look at this stupid fucking shirt that hajime’s wearing!” within seconds, issei appears in the hallway, attacking oikawa with a hug and then pointing at iwaizumi, shaking his head and laughing. maki follows behind with less force, but all of his composure vanishes the second he sees the shirt. 

“god, i can’t believe i get to marry that idiot,” iwaizumi says softly and you know that if anyone else were standing here with him, he wouldn’t have let it slip out into the air, but he knows that you get it more than anyone. 

once everyone is settled, back into small groups conversing, you take out your phone to shoot bokuto a text message to at least ask him where he’s at. he responds in seconds.

> bokkun ♡ /  7:14 pm> SORRY. walking up now ♡♡♡♡♡♡

“well, well, well,” you say, clicking your tongue as you open the door. you’re there before he’s even knocked. “you’re very late, bokuto.” 

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry,” he says, leaning down and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you into an enveloping, warm, tight hug. “but i have a good reason?” he says as he steps back.

emerging from behind him is akaashi with an almost embarrassed, sheepish smile.

“oh my god! i haven’t seen you in so long! ah!” you say, greeting him with a hug as well. it’s less warm, more friendly than bokuto’s, and you can feel how nervous he is. you met akaashi a few times before and really hit it off. he was easily one of your favorite people even though you’ve known him much less than some of the other people at this party. but he didn’t live in the area and neither of you were very good at keeping up with each other.

“i’m sorry i dropped by uninvited, but bokuto said that it would be okay and-,” akaashi smiles apologetically. 

“of course it’s okay!” you say, pulling him inside. 

“well, okay, i didn’t bring kaashi so that you would ignore me,” bokuto says, stepping inside on your other side, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side.

“me? ignore you? come on, you’ve gotta be joking,” you tease, wrapping your arms around his neck, practically hanging off of him. “tsumu!” you yell excitedly, walking as quickly as you can with bokuto attached to your hip into the living room where everyone has migrated, “bo is here!” you emerge from the hallway. “and look who he brought!”

you’re so excited to start introducing anyone who doesn’t know akaashi to akaashi because everyone loves akaashi, but just as you’re about to start pointing everyone out and giving names to faces, akaashi speaks, soft and timid in this room of so many people, but clear nonetheless. “samu?”

osamu’s head swivels around quickly, following that voice that he evidently knows so well, because the word is already coming out of his mouth, before he’s even made eye contact with him. “keiji?” there are conversations still happening, people still chatting, but a few of them stop, and most importantly you hear it and notice it. 

“you two know each other?” bokuto asks, surprised and excited all in one.

for you, it’s more about figuring out what’s happening than being excited and happy that they already know each other. “you two know each other that well?” you question.

osamu turns away, tilts his head down to the floor and clears his throat, but akaashi isn’t that quick. you watch the blush spread across his nose and cheeks.

“yeah, i work near onigiri miya and i usually stop there after work,” akaashi explains, “samu- er, osamu is usually kind enough to let me stay and eat while he cleans up.” 

it all clicks.

you can’t stop the expression from creeping onto your face. the warning glance that osamu sends your way is just more proof of how heavily it’s showing. you have so many questions, need so many answers, at the very least want some sort of confirmation that you are as right about this as you feel and akaashi gives you just that.

he laughs, light and airy, and you can see the effects that it has on osamu. “just the other day he let me stay until like,” akaashi lowers his head, slightly embarrassed, “i had a really annoying day at work and he let me hang out in the restaurant until like 4 in the morning. and you had to be in at like 9 the next day, didn’t you?” he asks osamu.

“oh, even earlier, actually,” osamu teases back, “like 7 or something ridiculous.”

akaashi shakes his head, tucks a piece of hair behind his ear and exhales, “i’m not even going to make any promises that i won’t do it again.”

“well, i would never ask that of ya,” osamu says and you can feel how genuine it is and it’s not even pointed at you. 

atsumu shoots you a questioning look, very aware of the silent exchanges between you and osamu. you shoot him back a wide-eyed, excited expression and mouth the word, later to him. atsumu nods back at you, gives you a quick thumbs up, and then continues talking with hinata, sakusa, aran, and suna. 

osamu and akaashi practically don’t talk to anyone else that night, moving over to the quiet corner of the living room. osamu takes it upon himself to drag him into the kitchen, to grab him a drink, to ask him about work, and to tell him that he looks really nice tonight. 

“it’s just because i’m actually freshened up,” akaashi reasons.

“no way.”

“yes way. you usually see me after an 8 hour shift.”

“or maybe it’s just because i always think it, but we’re finally outside of my restaurant and so i can say things like that.”

a pause. “well, i think you look better in your onigiri miya shirt.”

“oh is that so, keiji?”

“yeah. you look good in black.”

“well, i’ll have to keep that in mind.”

now that everyone is here, you’re leaving host mode. everyone is settled. everyone is having their own conversations. everyone looks like they’re genuinely enjoying themselves. you scan the people, the different groups that everyone is forming and then reforming. it’s weird, but deeply moving, to see every single facet of your life come together like this. people that would have otherwise never have met, all together in the same room. interactions that you never could have predicted, going really well. and all within these walls, your walls. 

everyone eats and everyone laughs and you get to show off your new knife to everyone and halfway through the night, atsumu pulls you into his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, and you know that this night was meant to see everyone and mingle, but you’re not sure that you want to move from this very spot for the rest of the night and neither does he. in fact, he orders osamu around from his place at the table, telling osamu to clear the table and to grab the game that’s in the cabinet of the tv stand. 

osamu doesn’t want to listen, really, he doesn’t, but akaashi starts walking towards the tasks before osamu can refuse. akaashi helps clear the dishes and laughs when atsumu starts yelling at osamu for making akaashi do his work and before you know it, everyone is at the table and all of the dishes are in the sink and the food is put away and there is two stacks of cards in the middle of everyone.

“game’s real easy, even samu can play,” atsumu explains, nodding towards the colorful cards. osamu doesn’t even bite back, just seems happy to be sharing a bench with akaashi. “someone draws a question card and they have to answer it or drink unless someone at the table uses their veto card which they can accrue more of by doing the dares in the other card pile, got it?”

everyone nods. “honestly, we’ve never played with this many people or this many veto cards, so it should be interesting,” you say.

“so, basically, no one is getting out of not answering a question,” sakusa replies.

“that is definitely what that means,” aran agrees.

“alright, atsumu should go first,” osamu says, “it’s only fair.”

“fine, fine,” atsumu says, waving his hand, grabbing a card from the pile, “who is the worst dressed person in this room?” he reads. “okay, actually, a lot of them are like this and there are a lot of people here.”

“well, are you going to drink or answer it?” kita asks.

“you gotta answer it,” hinata says.

“well, someone would be stupid to use their veto on this anyway, because it’s obviously iwa,” atsumu answers quickly, shaking his head and throwing the card down. iwaizumi nods in agreement as oikawa stands up in his seat.

“hey! that shirt is the best piece of clothing hajime owns!” oikawa says.

plenty of insults fly across the table as the game continues. atsumu wasn’t lying. a lot of the cards are very similar in nature, just calling out people in the room for various things like being a bad kisser or still being caught up on an ex. no one even has to use a veto card. they’re all harmless enough, poking fun and joking around, or no one cares enough to force someone to answer.

until it’s your turn.

you reach forward, getting out of atsumu’s lap for just a second to draw the card before he’s pulling you back into him. you and atsumu read the question at the same time, but atsumu reacts much quicker than you do, laughing loudly. if he had been drinking something when you pulled the card, he would have made a huge mess.

“what does it say?” maki asks, nosy, trying to peer over your shoulder and at the card before you read it.

you move away from him, cheeks warm, hoping, praying, if there’s a god out there, that no one uses their veto. you move your hand, ready to drink already as you read, “if you could have sex with any of your partner’s friends, who would it be?”

the only people in the room that aren’t laughing are akaashi and kita and even they are giggling and wide eyed at the question. “i’m drinking,” you say, already bringing the cup to your lips.

“not so fast,” oikawa says, slamming his veto card down on the table, “i’m sure i’m not the only person who would have done this anyway. and besides, i can use hajime’s card later if i need it.”

“no, you will not,” iwaizumi scoffs.

“fine, then you want me to take my card back?” oikawa asks.

“no, obviously not, i want to know yn’s answer,” iwaizumi laughs, directing his attention back to you. in fact, everyone’s attention is on you.

“i don’t think this question was designed to be played when every one of my partner’s closest friends are in the same room?” you challenge.

“tough shit, answer the question,” suna says, pointing his finger in your direction.

“right, and to clarify, that doesn’t include people that used to just be your friends like iwa and maki,” issei says, “because then obviously we know your answer would be me.”

you shake your head, ignoring his comment and taking a deep breath, “this is so stupid.”

“come on, ya gotta play the game,” osamu jeers.

atsumu squeezes your waist, pressing a kiss into the back of your shoulder, “yea, babe, you gotta play the game.” you turn your head and narrow your eyes at him. 

“ridiculous that the first thing you two agree on is making me answer this in front of everyone right now,” you scold.

“just get it over with,” atsumu teases, “it’s not hard. even i know it.”

“no you don’t,” you scoff. 

“so there is someone on your mind right now?” maki says, leaning forward as if that will make the answer come faster.

“i-,” you start, but anything that you could think of saying would just dig this hole deeper. “well, i-.”

“come on, just say it,” sakusa pokes.

your eyes flick over to him quickly, face burning, absolutely radiating heat now, you’re sure. and you’re sure that everyone can tell how flustered you’re getting, because there is an obvious answer in your mind, one that’s been in your mind since the moment you met him.

“obviously, it’s bokkun,” you mumble and atsumu, true to his word, does know it. he says the name right alongside you, laughing at how perfectly the syllables align. you and atsumu seem to be the only two people at this table that are expecting this answer because the rest of the table is in an uproar now. symphonies of what?!?!?! and bokuto?!!?! and what about me?!?? arise in stereo. 

“me?” bokuto asks, floored and flustered in a way that affirms your answer perfectly. you’re feeling just as shy as before and everyone is screaming around you and at atsumu and each other and bokuto, but you offer a small nod to bokuto, just to bokuto, and you watch him attempt, and fail, to hide a smile.

after everything calms down, you’re able to play a few more rounds, thankfully not getting any other question that tops that one, not even when you get the question that reads, was your ex good in bed? and you answered a quick yes and then pushed forward. 

the clock is ticking down, the night is getting later and later and as the game is packed up and put back in its safe place beneath the tv, people start to trickle home. hinata and sakusa, issei, kita, aran and suna. you offer goodbyes and thank you for comings and when you walk oikawa, iwaizumi, and maki to the door, you say a very sincere, “i don’t want it to be this long until we do something like this again.”

“come on,” oikawa says, shaking his head, “hajime and i are getting married in less than two months.” oikawa lifts his hand, showing off his dainty ring as if you forgot that they were engaged. 

“shit, it’s already that close?” you ask.

“yea,” oikawa nods along, smiling, “most of those dumbasses are invited too, so, it won’t be long, i promise. it’ll be louder, and i’ll be the happiest i’ve ever been, but it won’t be too long.”

you nod, hugging oikawa tightly and then iwaizumi and then maki. “seriously, thank you guys for coming.”

“wouldn’t miss it for the world,” maki says, smiling, “i’m crashing your guys’ lunch tomorrow, so i’ll see you then.”

“obviously,” you reply, locking the door behind them once they’ve left.

the only people left in your living room that don’t live there are bokuto, akaashi, and osamu. before you can make your way back in there, atsumu grabs your forearm and pulls you into him, kissing you hard, hand cupping your cheek, fingers scratching over your jaw. 

“what was that for?” you ask when he finally pulls away.

“because i can,” he shrugs, and you take that as an okay to start to move again, but he holds you in place, “and because look at this house we own together, isn’t that crazy?”

you laugh, “yes, yes it is.” you wait to see if there’s anything else.

there is.

“and because i trust you more than anything in this world.”

you cock your head. “okay…,” you say, hesitant.

“and if you want to have sex with bokuto tonight, i would be okay with that,” atsumu finishes, proudly unpredictable and awestruckenly trusting. 

you physically have to jump back, unable to process that sentence any other way. “what?!” you ask, loudly, and atsumu can’t stop laughing, shushing you and shaking his head. “no! what?! why would you say that?”

“because i’ve known that you’ve wanted to fuck bokuto our entire relationship and if you want to ask him if he wants to spend the night with us, that would be okay with me,” atsumu says, calmly. way too calmly for what’s coming out of his mouth, you have to admit.

you don’t know what to say. you can barely think or understand what he’s saying, let alone how to respond. “with us?” you ask for clarification.

atsumu nods, “i’m sure he will not be difficult to convince if that’s what you want.”

you’re afraid to ask it because you’re afraid that all of this is just some elaborate joke. or, rather, you’re afraid for only a second after thinking it, because atsumu doesn’t surprise you anymore. he squeezes your forearm, looks you directly in the eyes as you ask, “and it’s something you want?”

“i offered, didn’t i?” he asks back and you nod.

“okay,” you say, nodding again. “i’ll ask him.”

it’s easy enough to pull bokuto aside with osamu and akaashi being as involved in their own conversation as they are. you don’t really know how to approach it, not completely. how do you just ask someone that? but the second that you pull him into the kitchen and away from the few people that are still in your house, he exhales and steps close to you. and it’s not anything that you’ve said all night, it’s just how he’s always acted around you. 

you lean against the counter and he follows, shaking his head and standing right in front of you. “you’ve got a lot of cool friends, y’know that?”

“oh, yea,” you nod, punching his shoulder and then poking your finger into the middle of his chest, “the coolest.” he laughs and you can feel it against the tip of your pointer finger. you can hear murmuring in the living room. it fills up the comfortable spaces of silence. you look up at bokuto, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “i don’t really know how to ask this,” you say back, softly enough so that the people in the other room can’t hear your murmur.

bokuto tilts his head, “what’s up? is everything okay?”

“no, yea, really great,” you say, nodding and then you take a deep breath. just say it, just say it, just say it, just say it, just say it. “would you,” you say, you curl your fingers against his chest, “want to spend the night?”

the first emotion to come to the surface is excitement and then quickly after that confusion hits bokuto’s face much harder, like his mind filled in the blanks, but didn’t let himself get his hopes up. “like…,” he trails off, hoping that you’ll explain further without him having to ask.

you reach forward and tug on his forearm, coaxing him closer to you. “like…,” you say, heart beating violently against your chest. you try to evade his gaze, head down, focusing on the feeling of his soft skin against yours, nails scraping against it eliciting a tiny shiver from bokuto. 

he reaches down, places his finger beneath your chin, and tilts your head upwards. “like?” he asks, eyes evidently flickering down to your lips. it couldn’t be helped, the way your tongue swipes against your lips and your breath catches in your throat. you just nod. 

before his lips meet yours, you both talk at the same time, overlapping one another, but hearing the other perfectly.

“is this okay with atsumu?”

“like, with atsumu too.”

you put both of your hands into bokuto’s hair and he reciprocates quickly, putting both of his hands on either sides of your face and pulling you towards him, lips crashing into his. it’s like he reads your mind, one arm around your waist, one hand bracing the back of your thigh as he props you up on the counter to get closer to you.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper into your lips, leaning forward as if there was any space for you to move into. large hands grip onto the fats of your hips, sliding you to the edge of the counter, stomach pressed up against his, arms sliding down his back, fingernails dragging against the fabric of his shirt. 

bokuto pulls away, laughing softly, “so this is why tsum tsum comes into practice complaining about his back.”

“it actually gets much worse than this,” you say back, low and airy, pressing your forehead against his and kissing him once more, quick.

atsumu appears in the archway, leaning against the wall, not an ounce of jealousy on his face, but rather, a very devilish smile. you feel warm regardless, but you don’t make a move to untangle from bo. “so, are you staying the night, bokkun?”

bokuto almost immediately says yes, but then hesitates. “god, yea, i’d really love that, but i-,” he sighs, “i have to make sure akaashi gets home and-”

“i can take akaashi home,” osamu calls from the living room. 

“oh, you don’t have to do that, i can just get an uber or something-,” akaashi dismisses.

“no way,” osamu says, shaking his head. from where atsumu is standing, he can peer around the corner and see his brother’s hand grasped around the back of akaashi’s elbow. “let me take you home, keiji.”

“whose home, samu?” akaashi says so quietly that if you were not actively listening for whatever akaashi’s response is, you would not have heard. you decide that that’s enough eavesdropping, actually, allowing them their private conversation and turning your attention back to bo, having your own private conversation as you repeat atsumu’s question.

“so, are you staying the night, bokkun?” you mimic exactly.

he nods, about to say something else maybe or try to kiss you again, but it’s interrupted very quickly as osamu calls out, “we’re out of here.” you barely have time for bo to help you hop off the counter before osamu and akaashi appear in the archway behind atsumu hand in hand. 

you look directly at their interlocked fingers and akaashi’s pinkish cheeks and you tilt your head at osamu. osamu looks at bokuto’s hand on your hip and your disheveled hair and he tilts his head at you. you decide to call it even. 

you contemplate letting them walk out on their own because there is nothing else in your mind right now than bokuto, atsumu, and a whole bunch of fantasies coming to realization. you don’t do that. you leave bokuto’s grasp, walking towards the front door with akaashi and osamu. atsumu offers a goodbye to akaashi and osamu, unbothered because he’s sure he’ll see osamu a few more times this weekend before he makes his way back home. atsumu is much more concerned with having a very quiet conversation with bokuto.

you only catch bokuto’s concerned, “are you sure about this?” as his head moving back and forth from you to atsumu. and atsumu’s assured, “i’m the one that brought it up.”

“have a safe drive home,” you say to osamu and akaashi at the doorstep. “and a fun rest of your night.”

“yn,” osamu warns, but you just feign ignorance.

“you also have a fun rest of your night, yn,” akaashi says in the same exact tone, tugging on osamu’s hand, placing the other on his bicep. 

“ha!” osamu laughs, turning around and pulling akaashi to the car. it’s like he can’t get out of here fast enough. “thanks for having us!” osamu calls from the car window and then they’re gone. 

when you shut the door, locking it for the last time, you realize how quiet the house is without the different areas of chatter. in fact, you can’t even hear the conversation that you know is happening in your dining room. 

except, there isn’t a conversation happening in your dining room. instead, there is atsumu, the love of your life, the most important person in the world to you making out with bokuto, your closest friend of atsumu’s, the one person you’ve wanted to fuck other than atsumu in the last 4 years. your voice is small, not because you’re timid or embarrassed, but because you think if you speak any louder, a whimper will come alongside it. “can you take me to bed?”

the whimper escapes you anyway as a tiny string of spit connects atsumu and bokuto’s lips and as atsumu looks like he’s trying to regain composure and as he leans over to bokuto and says, “i get to do it all the time, you go ahead.” your stomach is doing a million flips and as bokuto approaches you, your mind goes blank. not that you need it. 

because bokuto picks you up, same hold as before. his touch feels familiar and his grasp feels strong. “i don’t even know where i’m going,” bokuto admits as he reaches the top of the stairs. you gesture in the direction of your bedroom and open the door as he walks close enough to it. he leaves the door open, lays you down on the bed and as if he’s pictured this in his mind a million times, he quickly and assuredly kisses down your clothed chest, lifting up the bottom of your shirt to press kisses into your stomach before sinking onto the floor. 

everything is happening so fast and you cannot explain how grateful you are because you’ve wanted this for so long and you’re finally getting it. bokuto doesn’t waste a second in hooking his arms under your knees, pulling you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs, and ducking under your skirt. your thighs squeeze the sides of his cheeks as you feel his warm breath between your legs. 

“enjoying yourself, pretty girl?” atsumu asks as he sinks into the bed beside your head, smoothing over your head and lifting your shirt. you can feel both pairs of hands on you independently, but somehow moving in perfect time with each other. it’s overwhelming in the best way. atsumu doesn’t even take your shirt off, just pulls it up far enough for your bra to show and then pulls your bra down enough for your tits to pop out and the way that you are so clothed, but so exposed all at the same time is making you grow warm between your legs. 

you whimper at the question, nodding as atsumu runs his hands down your sides and then back up to your tits and then off of you all at once. without them, you can feel bokuto’s completely, nothing to distract you from how big they feel on the inside of your thighs. with him under your skirt, you can’t see anything at all and you want to watch him, but the fact that you don’t know what’s happening, relying on touch alone, is causing you to flood.

he licks a strip into your panties, harsh enough to cause them to push between your lips, digging his tongue into your hole, slipping past the fabric, thick tongue pushing them out of the way with no help at all. you roll your hips into the sensation. “shit,” you breathe.

so focused on the feeling between your legs, you don’t notice atsumu’s cock until he’s pressing the spongy tip against your slightly parted lips. you turn your head for a better angle, parting your lips further, opening your jaw, and taking him in your mouth. atsumu puts his hands on the back of your head, pulling you onto his cock. you’ve had years and years of practice with this which means atsumu knows your limits and capabilities and he gets to move you however he wants as a result.

bokuto’s hand creeps up your inner thigh as he laps at your clothed pussy, sucking the fabric into his mouth and swallowing all of the accumulated juices before slipping his finger into you. your jaw opens further, moaning around atsumu’s cock involuntarily and atsumu needs to feel that again. “shit, bokkun, ‘m gonna need ya to do whatever ya just did again.”

he laughs against your pussy, adding another finger inside of you and you already feel so full. his fingers are so thick, they’re so fucking thick, like four of your tiny fingers are jammed inside of you in two motions, but they’re longer than your fingers too, can reach so much deeper. you’re squirming on his fingers, moving your hips to fuck yourself on bokuto’s fingers and you can’t help how much your hums and whimpers and whines are effecting atsumu. “holy fuck, don’t stop,” atsumu says, hips pressing forward, hands pulling you onto his cock to meet his thrust. 

the angle is still slightly awkward, hitting the back of your cheek rather than sliding down your perfect, tight throat like he loves so much, so he swings his leg overtop of you, both knees on either side of your head, balls resting on your chin as he lifts your head and places a pillow underneath. “fuck, that’s better, baby,” he says, barely giving you a warning before fucking into your mouth, letting you hollow your cheeks on his head, tiny movements of his hips pulling the tip in and out of your tight lips. 

“she’s close,” bokuto announces into the room, talking about you, not to you, and you tighten around his fingers even more. bokuto pushes his fingers inside of you completely, pulls them out to the tips, pushes inside of you completely, pulls them out to the tips, and then he curls them over and over again, and you come so fucking hard that you can’t even imagine the mess underneath your skirt. 

“so fucking wet,” bokuto says, mumbles against your cunt as he moves your panties to the side, pulls his thick fingers out of you and uses the tip of his tongue to coax the come out of your fluttering hole and down his throat. the lewd sounds are filling the room and your ears even more than the sound of atsumu whining and whimpering watching his cock disappear between your lips.

“shit, fuckin’ mouth feels so goddamn good, fuck,” atsumu growls, pulling you by your hair onto his cock and you can barely breathe, spit drooling out the sides of your mouth and down your chin and neck. his strokes are long and slow, relishing the feeling of his length being squeezed by your tight throat. “gonna fuck yer throat all fucking night. won’t even be able to talk tomorrow.”

“fuck,” bokuto says, “gotta- fuck-” all at once you feel even more fucking full. bokuto slips inside of you without a word, stretching your drenched hole around his huge cock. you can feel it in your fucking guts, so fucking deep, speared. you wrap your legs around his waist, holding him in place because you don’t want to not feel him so fucking deep in you. you need to feel him this deep in you forever. 

you feel the breeze on your stomach, on your sloppy clit, as bokuto pushes your skirt up and out of the way, not that you could see anything anyway with atsumu where he is and his cock destroying your throat how it is. bokuto reaches down, rubbing small circles into your sensitive, swollen, pretty clit with his thumb. “so pretty,” bokuto mumbles.

you pull bokuto closer with your legs, moving your hips to meet him and he understands perfectly, pulling his hips back and slamming into you. his moans are lower than atsumu’s, more grunts than whimpers, and the fact that you can hear them both is making your walls flutter around bokuto’s thick length. “god, so fucking tight,” bokuto praises, “shit.”

“i know,” atsumu replies, rolling his hips, sliding the underside of his cock against your tongue. “feels so fuckin’ good.” he presses forward, pulls your head onto him until his head hits the back of your throat and then he holds you there. you can’t breathe, gagging on his thick head in your throat, but the noises that are coming out of him are well worth it. they always are. you swallow around his length and something breaks in him.

bokuto starts fucking into you faster, harder, the inside of your thighs already sore and very reminiscent of another first time you had. his fingers are gripping into your waist and your fingers are gripping onto the sheets, unsure of where else to put this pure need, unable to reach atsumu’s back or arms. atsumu sees you, hands moving across the bed, looking for somewhere to root as you take all of the abuse that’s coming to you. 

he removes his grip from your hair for a moment, reaching over and grabbing your hand. “pretty girl, hey, baby, here,” he guides your hands to his thighs and tears are streaming from the corners of your eyes because your cunt is throbbing and your throat is burning and you can’t breathe and atsumu is still there to take care of you in ways that you don’t even understand. 

you curl your fingers around his toned thighs and everything feels right in the world, everything feels more manageable. it’s something for you to ground yourself on, the feeling of the soft, toned muscle in your hands, against your fingernails, scraping and digging. “shit, doll, feels good, harder, yea?” you nod, effectively shoving atsumu’s cock down your throat even further. you dig your fingernails into the skin harder, harder, not dragging across, but digging into. “fuck, baby.”

bokuto is fucked out of his mind with the feeling of how tight and perfect you are around him and the exchange that’s happening in front of him with you and atsumu. it’s all so fucking much. he can’t stop pounding into you, fucking as deep as he can, slamming the tops of his thighs against the insides of yours, holding you in place with his large hands spanning over your stomach. “fuck, gonna come,” bokuto breathes, stare not pulling away from the way that atsumu and him are making you feel so used, so good. 

atsumu answers for you because you couldn’t be expected to answer with your mouth as full as it is. “you can come inside,” atsumu says, looking down at your tear-pricked eyes and swollen lips as you hum an affirmative plea. “she wants you to come inside,” he corrects himself. 

“fuck,” bokuto says with a shaky exhale, because he wasn’t exactly expecting that, but it’s exactly what he wanted. 

“and where do you want me to come, pretty?” atsumu asks, relentlessly fucking into your throat. the only air that you’ve gotten is in tiny breaths between harsh strokes and inhales from your nose. you feel lightheaded, but the fact that it’s about to be over is much worse than your inability to get a proper breath. 

you can’t speak so you move your hand from his thigh, dragging your finger down your throat and fuck, if that wasn’t the cutest gesture atsumu had ever seen. there’s a lack of pressure on your chest as atsumu changes positions, leaning forward, bracing himself against the wall as he changes angles so that he can get even deeper in your throat, can fuck your throat like a pretty cunt. 

bokuto watches this unfold and he can’t fucking hold it any longer. it’s so much different than atsumu, the way that bokuto unloads inside of you. he doesn’t still, doesn’t stutter. his hips keep moving at an abusive pace, fucking you even harder than before as stream after stream of his thick come coats your gummy walls. you’re coming around his cock, sobs trying to escape you, but failing because of atsumu’s cock crammed down your throat, heavy balls slapping against your chin with every quick stroke inside of you. 

bokuto’s come is spilling out of you. it was inevitable with how fast he was still fucking you and how much he was coming inside of you. it feels like it’s never ending, coupled right along with the noises that are leaving bokuto, low and needy. even after he’s finished filling you, he stays completely inside of you, breath catching, not ready to pull out just yet. 

atsumu’s cock is throbbing against your tongue, pulsing, leaking, and he shoves it as far as he can fit it and you’re so sure that he’s going to pump his come directly down your throat, but then he pulls out, opening your mouth with his thumb, letting his tongue fall open in hopes that you mimic it and you do. “needa see it all pretty on yer tongue, baby, open, yea, fuck.”

he doesn’t even stroke himself, comes at the sight of you with your tongue out and messy eyes and swollen lips and gasping for air. his thick come doesn’t spray in ropes against the inside of your mouth, it drools onto your tongue. it leaks out of the tip lazily, pooling and collecting on the dip in your tongue until there’s too much to fit and a part of the fat glob slips down the back of your tongue and he grunts, replacing whatever disappeared down your throat. “all of it, baby, suck,” he directs, tilting your head, placing the tip between your lips and coaxing you to suck whatever’s left from his sensitive slit. you do exactly as you're told and as a reward, you get to hear the sob tear from his throat and watch him wipe away the tiny tears that threaten to fall. 

everything is quiet. no one moves for at least two minutes. it takes the entire time for you to catch your breath.

“fuck, shit, i’m sorry i didn’t savor that more,” bokuto breaks the silence, shaking his head, inhale and exhale heavy as he stands up completely, putting his boxers back on.

atsumu takes this as a cue to move as well, getting off of you maybe as he should’ve from the very beginning to help you recover faster. though, you’re actually certain that lack of immediate movement is what allowed you to feel as okay as you do this quickly.

“next time,” you say, or try to say, because it hurts and it comes out shaky and hoarse. atsumu leans down and presses a kiss into your neck and then the side of your face and then your lips. he would be more phased by this if it wasn’t a weekly occurrence. 

“yea, maybe come to town more often,” atsumu says, confirming. 

“don’t say that,” bokuto says, shaking his head, “because i really will.”

“then, maybe come to town more often,” atsumu repeats, a tiny smirk forming on his lips.

“alright,” boktuo affirms. 

atsumu leans down, places a kiss on your forehead. “c’mon, let's get you cleaned up,” he says, helping you up. you don’t try for a thank you or a yes, just give a small nod and move towards the attached bathroom. 

“do you have a guest room or something in this cool big house?” bokuto asks, clearly feeling like he’s invading. 

“we do, but,” atsumu says, walking out of the bathroom, over to the dresser and pulling out a big t-shirt. he disappears into the bathroom again, water running, clothes shuffling, and emerges with your clothes in hand. he throws them into the laundry hamper in the corner of the room. “you’re welcome to spend the night here.”

“oh! no, no, i wouldn’t want to-,” bokuto starts, but is interrupted by the sink running again, teeth brushing, and now he really feels like he’s invading. but then you walk out of the bathroom, as fresh and clean as you can be without having taken a shower, and you wrap your arms around bo’s bicep. the feeling of displacement fades pretty quickly then.

“yea,” atsumu says, hand on the back of his neck, “someone gets a bit clingy after sex.” atsumu nods towards you and you playfully scowl back at him even though you know it is very true. “just until she falls asleep though. in the morning, she’s usually like, tsumu, fuck off, i’m trying to sleep. it’s weird, really.”

“i mean, if you- yea, i’ll stay if you want me to,” bokuto says and looks down at you nodding very convincingly. you walk over to the bed, pulling bokuto along by the arm and you crawl under the covers, laying perfectly in the middle of the bed. this wasn’t the exact use that you thought you would get out of your king size bed, but you can add it to the list of splurge items that are turning out to be very worth it. 

“didja need anything before ya go to bed?” atsumu asks because he knows it’s something that you would ask if you weren’t so unable to ask. bokuto shakes his head no. he can’t imagine needing anything at this moment. “cool.” atsumu shuts the light off and the room goes very dark. 

it’s awkward first, weird for only a few moments, figuring out your place in all of this, and then it just kinda works out. 

huh, reminds you of something.

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[yanderecrazysie]

Is there a possibility for a betray three? Where Shun rejects Iwaizumi's daughter and instead of y/n being mad at Shun she's furious at Oikawa for pressuring him.

This is probably the last part of Betray, ngl, because I feel like 3 is a good number (it’s my favorite :3) and I’m running out of ideas. I really do enjoy writing for it, but part 1 is my absolute favorite. It went in a direction I didn’t plan.

Part 1: Yandere CrazySienna — Oikawa cheats on y/n by having sex with some... (tumblr.com)

Part 2: Yandere CrazySienna — Omg imagine a part 2 where Oikawa's son (From... (tumblr.com)

Title: Betray (Part 3)

Pairings: Oikawa x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, too many pet names, read part 2 or this doesn’t make much sense, Oikawa didn’t expect this uno reverse card

Summary: You and Shun have a lot to say about Oikawa’s plan.

betray

/verb/

be disloyal to.

 This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t supposed to go this way.

You were supposed to be on his side, condemning Shun’s selfish actions and agreeing with your husband for once in your life!

And Oikawa Tooru was not supposed to be seething behind his placating smile and stumbling over words meant to smooth over such an unforeseen disaster. His narrowed chocolate eyes met Shun’s watery ones and he seethes even more because he just can’t be mad at his son.

You were still ranting away and Oikawa would find it hot if your rage wasn’t aimed at him. Especially when he did nothing wrong! Well, nothing really.

He had anticipated Shun’s reaction fully. He doubted the spoiled teen would be thrilled with his father’s decision, especially when he was just as obsessed with you. Oikawa honestly thought it would get him bonus points when Shun insulted the let-down girl when he was complaining to you about what happened.

But instead of admonishing Shun, instead of insisting that he accept that poor, abandoned girl’s last chance at a happy prom, instead of taking Oikawa’s side in any way, you flipped out. At him.

You were angry that he’d pushed something onto Shun, especially something that you both knew he’d hate, and you were making that well known right now.

“...and you completely ignored his feelings and did it anyway! Do you not have any empathy at all? Did you seriously not see how this could affect him?”

Oikawa had been impatiently waiting for the moment you’d draw breath and he seized it immediately, turning on the charm he’d been saving up.

“You’re right, honey, and I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking at all! I was just a little worried that Shun might be a little…” he feigned hesitance, “too attached to you.”

Oikawa watched, victorious, as you froze, your eyes subconsciously darting to your crying son who clung to you like a koala. You were suddenly shrinking in on yourself, eyes a little too wide and dilated to look normal, your breathing quickening a little.

You never did like to face reality, did you?

“Face it, Shun’s turning out like me. Do you really want two of us harassing you until the day you die or just one?” Oikawa was going out on a limb, hoping that you would be too overwhelmed to disagree, “Let Shun leave the nest or you’ll make it worse for everyone involved, especially yourself.”

You were hyperventilating, no doubt reliving terrible memories he was ashamed to have once put you through. Your hand clutched at your shirt as though it were suffocating you and Oikawa pulled you close, wrenching Shun’s insistent hands from your sleeve despite his protests.

“It’s alright, baby, let it out,” Oikawa cooed as you began to cry, “You’re alright, princess, you’re alright.”

He could see Shun glaring at him but he simply smiled in response, cradling you even closer.

“Shun’s going to learn his place in the world before he becomes an adult, and you…”

He lowered his mouth to your ear and blew a puff of air into it before continuing.

“You are going to learn your place here too.”

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

I'm currently ill so my brain can not produce my normal level of smutty asks to send but Iwaizumi is so pretty and I bet he'd turn into a slutty horny mess if he encountered you at a gloryhole :(( -rosie

Omg. Gloryholes with Hajime 😵‍💫😵💦💕💕💕

It's warmer out, warm enough that Iwa chooses to jog outside instead of at the gym. He does his stretches, gets a little water bottle, and he's off on his run.

Everything is fine and dandy until he goes off the beaten path, running through an area that isn't very occupied. He's doing fine until he reaches a random concrete structure. He thinks that it must've been the foundation for a restroom out in the woods that just never was finished, but there's something off about this structure: there's a hole with the lower half of a woman sticking out of it.

He slows his run to a jog and then stops, staring at the round ass and plump legs stretched out before him. His breath is in his throat, eyes raking over your figure, briefly wondering why anyone would ever put theirselves in such a vulnerable position.

On the other hand, his cock is throbbing in his shorts, aching to be inside you. You're already so wet, warm and willing... would it be wrong for him to indulge in something as scandalous as this?

He spends several minutes staring before finding the courage to approach you, reaching a hand out to touch your perfect peach of an ass, almost moaning when you twitch and gasp under his touch. He takes his time exploring your lower half, palming at your ass and thighs, slipping his thumb between your pussy lips to fumble with your clit. He doesn't push his cock into you until after he makes you cum on his fingers, and even then you're still so tight and hot that he thinks he's going to die from the pressure. He's panting against the concrete wall, pawing at your hips, squeezing oh so tight as he ruts into you. He wishes he could hear your muffled moans better, wishes your legs could wrap around his waist, hands clawing at his back and pulling at his hair. He wonders if you're feeling as good as he is, if the tightening of your cunt is intentional or if it's the uncontrollable pulsing of pleasure.

He cums when he pulls out, spilling his seed onto your ass, staring down at the milky liquid covering your soft skin. He squeezes your ass once more, clearing his throat.

"Can I see you?"

He's nervous but helps keep you steady as you wiggle out of your hiding spot. He almost gasps when he sees the rest of you, absolutely in awe of your beauty. You stand there shyly, unsure of what his gaze means, but suddenly he speaks up.

"Would you give me the pleasure of letting me take you out to dinner?"

[seiwas]

Hi Sel! I'm pretty sure your writing was what made me first ever really start paying attention to Iwaizumi, and I have no clue why I haven't followed you till now! 🥲

For your game, can I hear your thoughts on the 4 currently taking up all the space in my head?

Sugawara, Akaashi, Ennoshita, Suna

omg hello lovely!!! my writing? making you pay attention to iwaizumi? omg. that's the nicest thing 😭😭 i'm so flattered and touched, that's such a compliment are you 😭😭 thank you for reading all my lil hajime fics 🥺

and thanks for playing too!! this is an interesting bunch and i'm so happy you mentioned akaashi 🥺

ennoshita as the bsf!!! he feels like someone loyal, nice to have on your corner. will cheer you on and go through all the highs and lows with you. the kind that will cry when you cry and sit with you when you're down. i think he's so sweet that way!!

suna as the ex bc it just feels like so much to unpack ykno? the relationship is complicated bc after you break up you don't stop talking. and to be quite honest, you still don't fully understand why you broke up in the first place. your banter is the same and you know so much about each other, i think it's so hard to let go 🥲

akaashi as the lover bc. i have a whole playlist for him gsdfbsd but besides that. my go to is always office romance akaashi and i love the idea of him slipping notes to you, leaving things on your desk, waiting for you at the end of the day. he gets you snacks from the breakroom whenever he gets himself coffee. i think he'd be so thoughtful, and he'd know you completely.

suga as the one night stand bc listen....... i think.... it'd be kinda hot..... idk... suga makes me feel a way i can't explain but he really gives off subtle flirt vibes 😭😭😭 like i just think he GETS IT yk. i think it's the sincerity—good things flow out of him so easily that it's hard not to lean into it, and eventually him.

send me 4 characters and i'll tell you bsf/ex/lover/one night stand!

[storytimewithnova]

Only love can hurt like this omegaverse

because the mark starts to burn the more the alpha pulls away and the more the bond break this was happening with sho her bond with her Alpha and lover of 3 years Kyotani is start to break don’t get me wrong she was well aware of him cheating With Yahaba but that didn’t change her feelings for him Now here she was curled up howling in pain no one around to hear.

Sho’s pov Ahhhh it hurts so bad you asshole you fucking asshole ahhhh please someone help make it stop please someone anyone make it stop

Sho had been screaming for a while now and matsukawa was just coming home from work and was passing by because they live across from each other and he happened to hear her screams and her cries for help

Matsun:Huh? 💭shona omg sho

🎶Only love, only love can hurt like this Only love can hurt like this Must have been a deadly kiss Only love can hurt like this🎶

He ran to her house as he heard her scream just as matsu entered see if sho was okay that is when he witnessed it he didn’t know how he reacted so fast but he did He ran to her but she was out cold

Matsun:Omg holy shit SHONA!! Doll doll wake up for me please

Nothing no response 🎶Say I wouldn't care if you slipped away But every time you're there I'm begging you to stay🎶

Matsun:Please doll fuck where is Kyotrani

🎶When you come close I just tremble And every time, every time you go It's like a knife that cuts right through my soul🎶

Still nothing so he rang Yahaba to see if kentaro was with him 📲In call

Matsun:📲 Yahaba is Ken with you

Yahaba:📲yeah why

🎶Only love, only love can hurt like this Only love can hurt like this Must have been a deadly kiss Only love can hurt like this Only love can hurt like this🎶

Matsun:📲tell him to get his ass home his gf needs him

Yahaba:📲 Wait sho is she okay

Matsun:📲 No she isn’t her life maybe on the line

Yahaba:📲 What happened

Matsun: 📲She is not waking up Yahaba i-i think she dropped

🎶Your kisses burn into my skin Only love can hurt like this But if the sweetest pain Burning hot through my veins Love is torture makes me more sure🎶

Yahaba;📲 Omg senpai this maybe mine and kyo’s fault

Matsun;📲 Huh? Why

Yahaba:📲 He… he has been cheating on her with me

🎶Only love can hurt like this Only love can hurt like this Only love can hurt like this Must have been the deadly kiss🎶

Matsun:📲 TF YOU KNOW WHAT YOUR RIGHT IT IS YOUR FAULT I AM GOING TO CALL THE REST OF SEIJOH 4

In call with seijoh 4 📲

Matsun:📲Boys emergency

Iwaizumi:📲issei what is it

Matsun:📲sunshine i can’t wake her

Oikawa:📲Chibi chan what happened

Hiro:📲what happened to our cutie and whose head is gonna roll

Matsun:📲 She.. she dropped she induced a coma i can’t pull her out of it

🎶Only love can hurt like this Only love can hurt like this Your kisses burning to my skin🎶

Seijoh 4 :📲 WHAT HAPPENED?!

Matsun:📲 Okay hurry i will keep trying

Hiro:📲 Remember i said heads will roll

Matsun:📲 Okay hurry i will keep trying

End call

Matsun: Come on doll snap out of it please Love the others will be here shortly do you think they want to see you like this

Nothing 10 minutes later

Ding dong 🔔

Seijoh 4:We’re here any change

Matsun:nope

Kawa: Sunshine baby its kawa wake up please we are all here me issei Hiro and Hajime

Matsun:I am still here doll

Iwa:Come on love wake up

Hiro:Wake up cutie for us

Seijoh 4:For us we love you

Shona:T-Tooru

Tooru:Here love We all are

🎶Only love can hurt like this Only love can hurt like this (only love can hurt)

Shona:🎶Save me, save me Only love, only love🎶 Ahhhhh 😭

Iwa:Honey what is it

Sho starts clawing at her neck where Kyotarni bit her

🎶 'Cause only love can hurt like this And it must have been the deadly kiss🎶

Iwa:Hun may i

She nodded iwa shifts her hair The bond its breaking the mark kyotani left is turning in to a burn their bond of love and trust is fading Sho screams again and drops

Tooru:No no no no not again

HiroHow long does she have to endure this

Iwa:Yeah its painful to watch

Matsun:Until the bond with kyotani is completely gone sorry boys we are in for a rough night

Incoming phone call

Iwa:📲You got some balls calling

Kyotani:📲Please i am checking in on sho

Matsun:📲she dropped again you do know what a drop is right

Kyotani:📲Omg is she okay i have heard of it never really witnessed it

Matsun:📲don’t pretend to give a crap now you did this to her and now you are witnessing what you have put her through

Kyotani:📲I know and i’m sorry you’re a doctor right matsukawa san please help her

Shona:I-issei

Kyotani:📲Sho omg sho

Matsun:📲Shut up you don’t get to talk to her honey i am sorry this is going to an invasion of your privacy but i need to check you over

Kyotani:📲Sho please

Shona:Ahhhhhh make it stop please make it stop Tooru

Tooru:I’m here honey let Issei check you over

Kyotani:📲What is happening to her

Yahaba in the background: 📲Please tell us this is also my fault

Matsukawa was checking sho over while he was doing that makki snapped

Matsun:guys look at this

Seijoh 4:what is that

Matsun:It’s a c section given to people who are going through birth or are having a miscarriage

Tooru:So you’re saying she she had a miscarriage

Matsun:i can look at her notes to confirm it but judging by this yes

Matsun looked at sho’s notes then looked at sho she was out cold again

Iwa:what is it issei

Matsun:she was pregnant with twins which isn’t uncommon given who her family is and her siblings are no wonder she fucking dropped the lose of her daughters and you cheating on her stressed her out

Matsun:oh doll why didn’t you tell me tell us

Kyotani:📲Omg what have i done.

Yahaba:📲 I didn’t know

Hiro:📲Bit late now

Shona:ahhhhhh😭

Matsun:It says Kenjiro performed it makes sense her cousin would do it

Tooru:Wait as in shirabu

Matsun:Yep

While they were still taking about her miscarriage iwa was trying to calm her down

Iwa:Its okay love we’re here please hang in there we will get you to a hospital Just please stay strong

Shona:Haji it hurts

Iwa:I know love i know

Shona:I want the pain to go

Matsun:Honey if you weren’t in this state i would suggest us biting over kyotarni’s mark but we can’t do that i may put you more at risk other wise all 4 of us would do it

Tooru:So what do you suggest

Matsun:We get her to a hospital and we get that mark off her before it does perment damage the bond between them two is boken the mark will now burn in to her skin leaving a nasty burn to stop that from happening we can remove it

Hiro: And the dropping

Matsun:It won’t stop the dropping that is a Separate matter the drop is built up by stress upset and discomfort which has built up to exhaustion She could technically go comatose and sleep it off for quite awhile

Iwa:How long

Matsun:Week month Depending how long this buildup has been

Tooru:Omg sho why did you not come to any of us

Shona:I thought i could handle it why should i burden you with my issues

Seijoh 4:Because we love you stupid your issues are ours

Shona:😕

Matsun:Come on doll you are not that dense the pet names the first name basis the flirting what you thought we were being nice

Shona:Yeah actually

Iwa:Maybe talk about this after we get her better

Seijoh 4:Your right

They found away of getting her mark removed and yes she dropped and went in to a comatose state but i was for a week which is for 7 days the boys figured she needed the sleep with all the stress she has been through they can wait and ask her to be theirs but she need to get rid of any and all feelings for Kyotarni

X X X X Time skip

And sho is about to end it all with Kyotarni and make her feelings known to him

In the breakup server 6 people were added

Shona:🎶 Some days It's hard to see If I was a fool Or you a thief🎶

Kyotani: Sho?!

Iwa: Wait boys is she?

Matsun: looks like it

Shona:🎶 Made it through the maze To found my one in a million And now you're just a page torn from the story I'm living🎶

Yahaba: Sho i am sorry we hurt you

Shona:🙄

🎶 And all I gave you is gone Tumbled like it was stone Thought we built a dynasty that Heaven couldn't shake Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up🎶

Kyotani:You’re mad at me don’t be mad at Haba

Shona:🙄 🎶 The scar, I can't reverse And the more it heals, the worse it hurts Gave you every piece of me No wonder it's missing Don't know how to be so close to someone so distant🎶

Yahaba:Sho i am really sorry if i knew what you were going through

Shona:👉🏻🧏🏻‍♀️🤷🏼‍♀️

Seijoh 4:No hun we hear nothing

Shona:🎶 And all I gave you is gone Tumbled like it was stone Thought we built a dynasty that Heaven couldn't shake Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up🎶

Hiro:🎶It all fell down🎶

Iwa :🎶It all fell down🎶

Matsun 🎶It all fell🎶

Tooru:🎶It all fell down🎶

Shona:🎶It all fell down🎶

Matsun:🎶It all fell🎶

Iwa :🎶It all fell down🎶

Hiro:🎶It all fell down🎶

Seijoh 4:🎶 eh It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down🎶

Shona:🎶 And all I gave you is gone Tumbled like it was stone Thought we built a dynasty that Heaven couldn't shake Thought we built a dynasty like nothing ever made Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up🎶

Kyotani:I don’t know how many times i can say sorry sho

Seijoh 4:🎶 It all fell, it all fell down, it all fell down, eh It all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down (And all I gave you is gone) it all fell down, it all fell down, it all fell down🎶

Shona:🎶 Thought we built a dynasty forever couldn't break up🎶

Matsun:Doll we have something to say

Shona:Hai okay what is it

https://youtu.be/vYgXtlfv5Fg?si=27FOlTF9iXoDC_v4 🎶 いけいけ団長 頑張れ頑張れ団長🎶 ( english translation Ikeike Grandmaster Good luck, good luck, leader)

Tooru:🎶 In the Range outside and I'm thinkin' about loose ends Even though we cut ties, I don't wanna be just friends🎶

Shona:Tooru what do you mean?

Matsun:🎶 From the day I got your number, like Paris in the summer, it ends Every day goes by, I wish I was in your bed🎶

Shona:Issei -////- the hell that was totally out of a left feild

Seijoh 4:🎶 I love you, oh God (Ooh) It's hard to find a reason why we can't work this out (Ooh) I love you, oh my God (Ooh) It's hard to find a reason why we can't work this out🎶

Shona:😳🥺

Hiro:🎶 yeah, yeah I love you, oh my God🎶

Shona:H-h-hiro what the hell you too

Iwa:🎶 You were on the west side, I was drivin' down the I-10 And the song came on, got me thinking who you chose instead🎶

Shona:I mean i do remeber that day but that was back in highshool i thought you guys were kidding

Seijoh 4:Never love

Tooru:🎶 No, I never thought twice, but I wonder what you see in them Another day goes by that I can't get you out of my head🎶

Shona:Honestly don’t know

Kyotani:Ouch still here you know

Seijoh 4:🎶 I love you, oh God (Ooh) It's hard to find a reason why we can't work this out (Ooh) I love you, oh my God (Ooh) It's hard to find a reason why we can't work this out yeah, yeah (I love you)🎶

Iwa:🎶 Then it ends, I'm convinced that you know it's not over All my love's gonna fade, unless you're coming over Do you think of my voice when your city gets colder?🎶

🎶 いけいけ団長 頑張れ頑張れ団長🎶

You already know the english translation The Kanji is the same

Seijoh 4:🎶 I love you, oh God (Ooh) It's hard to find a reason why we can't work this out (Ooh) I love you, oh my God (Ooh) I love you (It's hard) (Ooh) I love you (It's hard) It's hard to find a reason why we can't work this out🎶

We love you Miya Shona

Shona:I love you guys too

Matsun: Be our gf

Seijoh4: Please 🥺

Shona:Yes

Kyotani:Please do a better job than i did

Seijoh4:We plan toI love you guys too

That day sho and the seijoh4 became offical and they all marked her now she is no long linked to Kyotarni Sometime pasted and sho is now expecting the four alpha can’t wait to be a dad and she did give birth she had a beautiful baby boy Named Zeth Kawa had a thing about dressing him up in ears with a tail And when he got older and started his first day of school he was given his second gender

Tooru:So whats you gender son

Shona:Tooru don’t pressue him

Iwa:Zeth you don’t have to tell us

Zethan:Its fine pa i am an alpha pack leader

Seijoh 4: That’s our boy

Zethan:Your embassing mom how did you get idiots for husbands

Shona:Thats your fathers you are talking about Zethan

Zethan:Unfortunately

Shona:Why you cheeky little sod

Matsun:Doll calm down

Shona:Fine i’m calm you know he has Tooru’s attitude

Tooru:Why me

Iwa:He is as much your son as ours

Matsun:And you're a bad Influence

Tooru:Excuse you I’m a brilliant influence

Hiro:Who lied to him

Shona: so This is my family

Zethan:Shut up mom you love us

Shona:why you little Brat but he is right i love them so despite getting hurt by love i also got saved by love that call it destiny call it fate even call it luck whatever is somehow I found it it fell me and i wouldn’t have it any other way

[settersprouts]

꠵ look at me : chapter nine ꠵

ギフト。

tw : this chapter contains mentions of n//dles, so if that makes you uncomfortable please don't read this chapter ! i want 2 make sure yer all happy nd safe, so if this will affect you at any cost pls just skip over that part, ill mark when it starts and when it stops :)

also : the parts about n//dles are untagged. i don't tag anything in my stories, but i do put little warnings about things that should b tagged. so, read at your own risk.

Iwaizumi awoke to light brown tufts of hair tickling his nose.

He groaned, rubbing his eyes and lifting his head, so he wouldn't sneeze from the tickling sensation. Oikawa was currently laying on his chest, mouth shut in a thin line, his limbs dangling over the ace in a comforting way. It was like he was hugging a life-sized teddy bear. It was comfortable, and safe, within the setter's warm embrace.

Hajime looked around the room, and spotted Matsukawa and Hanamaki leaning on the wall, Makki's head on the other's shoulder as they both snored soundly. The futon Oikawa had brought out for them lay abandoned on the floor, stripped of the blankets that now lay on their laps. How the wall was more comfortable than a memory foam futon- Iwaizumi may never know.

The boy laying on his chest stirred slightly, and he leaned up on his elbows, looking down at Iwaizumi. "Oh, morning, Iwa-chan."

Iwaizumi smiled. "Morning, Crappykawa. How'd you sleep?"

Oikawa stifled a yawn, trying not to fall asleep to his friend's soothing voice. It was like a lullaby. "Great. You?"

"Terrific." Iwaizumi sat up as Oikawa rolled off him, stretching and yawning.

"Hey, do you mind if I use your bathroom again?"

"Nah. Go for it. We have school today, so hurry up, alright?'

The setter smiled at him, brown eyes twinkling in the reflection of the sun's rays. "Alright." He nodded, skipping to his backpack to grab his uniform. "Make sure you wake Mattsun and Makki up, okay?"

Iwaizumi hummed in reply and started to stand up as Oikawa gathered his things and headed to the bathroom. Toorū shut the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water soak his skin and pool at his feet. Grabbing the soap bar, he lathered himself with the suds, then rinsed it all off with cold water to wake himself up fully.

Oikawa turned off the shower, grabbing a towel and drying himself off before he stepped out of the tub. He sighed, looking into the mirror of Iwaizumi's bathroom. With the door locked, he felt comfortable enough to let the towel fall to his feet, standing completely bare in the middle of the tiled floor, looking at his reflection. Most of his bruises were entirely healed up, thanks to the oil Iwaizumi had rubbed onto his skin. He tenderly touched each and every one of the marks, sending shocks of light pain flowing through his nerves. He sighed in relief- thank god for that oil. If it weren't for it, his bruises would hurt much more.

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The setter prodded at a deep cut in the soft skin of his abdomen. The skin around it was irritated and red, the color stippling like paint drops on a piece of paper. Oikawa winced as he trailed his fingers along the cut, rinsing his hand as he saw blood coating his fingertips. He pulled out the first-aid kit Iwaizumi had left in the bathroom a couple days before, sorting through the items until he found a needle and thread. He peeled open a packet of sanitizing wipes and wiped down the needle and the area around the cut, wincing again.

Oikawa started to sew the wound up, carefully weaving the thin piece of metal in and out of his skin. He focused all of his attention onto his task, ignoring the commotion Matsukawa and Hanamaki were making outside of the bathroom. He finished looping the thread, and tied a knot at the end, pulling the whole thing tight.

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Deciding to test out his handiwork, he lifted his arms up over his head and stretched, letting out a big yawn. The stitches moved along with his skin, but it didn't appear to be loose, and no blood emerged from the wound. Trusting that the stitches wouldn't break, he put his dress shirt and cream-colored vest on, praying that the stitches wouldn't come loose during school and that he wouldn't bleed all over his uniform. After he put those on, Oikawa grabbed his toothbrush and put a fat glob of paste on it, sticking it under the sink for a second, then plopping it into his mouth.

"Ah, morning, Oikawa." Hanamaki had said when the captain popped back out of the bathroom. "You okay? You were in there for a while."

Oikawa nodded. "Yeah, just dressing my wounds and stuff." He didn't feel the need to lie to Hanamaki. After all, he practically knew everything now, so what was the point?

"Can I see them?"

"Sure." Oikawa lifted his shirt to reveal the bruises and the cut he had just recently sewed up, letting Makki come close and prod at his wounds. "Ah! That tickles, Makki."

Hanamaki stood up straight after a couple of seconds, tugging at Oikawa's shirt so he would let it down. Fixing Oikawa's appearance a little, he smiled. "They look a lot better. Did you sew that cut up yourself?"

Oikawa hummed in response. "Yeah. That's why I was in the bathroom. Wasn't too hard."

"Dang. I probably would have made the cut worse if I tried something like that." Hanamaki muttered, emitting a laugh out of his beloved captain. The two of them walked out of Iwaizumi's bedroom, and were greeted to the sight of Matsukawa putting Iwa in a headlock, the ace writhing around in his grip like a fish. Oikawa let out another laugh, covering his mouth in the process.

Iwa smiled fondly at his best friend, earning another harsh smack to the back of his head as Mattsun continued to torture him. Hanamaki glanced over at Oikawa, who was struggling to breathe through each laughing fit, and sighed. Breaking both Iwaizumi and Mattsun up, he gripped both of their shoulders harshly. “Oikawa just took care of his cuts, and you think it’s a great idea to make him laugh?”

The two boys sighed. “Sorry, Makki.”

Makki hummed in response, walking over to Oikawa and handing him a milk bread bun. The setter’s eyes twinkled in excitement, like a puppy waiting for his owner to give him a treat. He took it gingerly, sinking his teeth into the soft bread. The flavor exploded across his tongue, and he would have made a sound of delight if his mouth wasn’t completely stuffed.

The trio stifled a laugh at their captain as he held the bun up to the ceiling, like a peace offering to the gods. It got worse once he started singing “Ah Savania” from the Lion King.

Stuffing his mouth with the rest of the milk bread, he grinned at his friends for a second, then stopped as he realized something. Pressing his hands together and closing his eyes, he muttered a faint “itadakimasu,” making his teammates laugh again.

“Alright,” Oikawa said, slinging his bag over his shoulder, “let’s go! Coach will get mad at me if we’re late~”

Mattsun snickered, grabbing his bag as well. “Aye aye, Captain.”

Oikawa bounded out of the house, turning around and locking the door as the rest of his friends filed out. After jiggling the doorknob slightly to check if it was locked as a precaution, he padded over to the three that stood patiently on the front steps, waiting for him.

“So,” Makki started, as they walked alongside each other on the sidewalk, “has your mom tried contacting you after you left?”

Iwaizumi and Matsukawa made extreme gestures behind Oikawa’s head, signaling Makki to stop. However, the wing-spiker didn’t pay notice to them, wanting to know what was truly going on.

Oikawa nodded, to everyone’s surprise. “Yeah. She’s texted me a bunch, it’s getting kind of annoying,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Pulling out his phone, he tapped his screen a couple of times, showing Makki the conversation with his mother. “See?”

“Outrageous.” Matsukawa sighed, catching a leaf midair, as he, Iwaizumi, and Hanamaki read the texts on Oikawa's phone. "The audacity this woman has."

So, that's what's going on. Iwaizumi thought. He had remembered a faint buzzing noise going on last night when they were all sleeping, and Oikawa waking up and almost chucking his phone across the room once he figured out the source of the noises. Oikawa-san never quits, does she? She’s just like her son, in a way.

Oikawa let out a small sigh, stuffing his phone back in his pocket once he was sure his friends had skimmed through the recent texts. Running a slightly shaky hand through his hair, he turned to them with a smile on his face. A fake one at that, Iwaizumi noted. "I don't mean to be rude, but I'm starting to really hate her. I know she's my mom and all, and she gave birth to me and raised me and stuff, but.."

"You can hate her if you want. You're not obligated to love her, especially after what she and your father did to you." Matsukawa patted Oikawa on the back, smiling at his captain. "So just hang tight, yeah?"

“..Yeah."

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“O-Oikawa-san!” Kindaichi cried, engulfing the setter into a big hug. Oikawa winced slightly, as the pressure irritated his wounds, but let himself fall victim to Kindaichi’s arms.

Patting the first-year’s hair, he gave his underclassman a small, genuine smile, getting him all flustered. “Why, hello there, Kindaichi-chan. Good morning to you, too!”

Kindaichi looked up at him, the blush in his cheeks going down slightly. “M-Matsukawa-san and Hanamaki-san both said you were sick and injured! We were all worried about you, Oikawa-san!” He gestured behind him, and Oikawa’s eyes darted around the first-year to see the rest of his teammates holding small little gifts for him, worry dotting their faces. Except for Kyōtani, who stood there with his resting bitch face, hands behind his back.

Oikawa looked back at his fellow third-years, making eye contact with Hanamaki, who just shrugged, a smug grin on his face. He felt his eyes getting teary, so he rubbed at them fiercely, a concerned Kindaichi stressing over him.

Putting on another genuine smile, he looked up, beaming at his team. “Arigato, aishiteru.”

Filled to the brim with emotion, the rest of his team rushed forward, joining the hug. Oikawa let out a laugh, tears rolling down his face. Even Kyōtani joined the hug, smiling. Iwaizumi had to rub his eyes to be sure he saw that correctly.

Sooner than later, the team unstuck themselves from Oikawa’s body, giving the setter some room to wipe away his tears, and to properly thank his underclassmen. He patted Kindaichi’s head again, swiped away the tears pooling at the corners of Yahaba’s eyes, and gave Watari a reassuring squeeze on his shoulder. Kunimi nudged at Oikawa’s side, and the latter obliged, slinging an arm around his teammate. “Seriously, you guys don’t know how much this means to me. Thank you.”

Kyōtani muttered something, under his breath, turning away from the group to glare at a suddenly very attractive volleyball lying on the court line. Yahaba sighed, stalking over to the angry teen and mumbling something to him. Kyōtani’s shoulders relaxed as Yahaba ran his hand along the blades, and they struck a short, curt conversation, resulting in them both turning towards Oikawa.

“Kyōtani has something to ask you.” Yahaba said, smiling at his upperclassman. Oikawa nodded, turning to face the grim expression Mad Dog-Chan wore.

“Do you..” The spiker paused, his eyebrows furrowing even more as he struggled to get the words out. It wasn’t like he had trouble speaking, it was just he had trouble speaking to Toorū Oikawa. The setter terrified him sometimes. “Do you.. want to tell us what happened? We’ve been worried. And.. And we don’t know what’s going on.”

Yahaba patted Kyōtani on the back, looking up at Oikawa for an answer. Toorū opened his mouth slightly, paused, and closed it. He lifted his shirt over his face, silently weeping into the bright blue fabric. Nodding furiously, he picked his head up, a stupid silly grin plastered on his face.

“Yeah. I’ll tell you.”

And he told his team. Everything. He thought he should at least contribute to their wishes, regarding the fact that he ignored everyone’s texts after they lost against Karasuno. Emotion fluttered through his team’s faces like a tidal wave- angry, sad, glad, then angry again. At the end of it all, Oikawa’s whole body trembled, and he shivered. Is it just me, or did it just drop like, 20° degrees in here?

Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki stood off to the side, unsure of what to do. Hell yeah, they were proud of Oikawa for manning up and telling the rest of the team everything, but at the same time, he was sugarcoating it. And even telling the story while skipping out on all the gruesome details seemed to do a toll on the team, so they decided to let it slide for now.

Matsukawa snapped out of the trance first, much to Iwaizumi’s dismay. Not like he’d ever admit it, though. The blocker crept up behind Oikawa, patting his back and sitting down next to him. “Good job, Oika.” Oikawa turned to him, giving the latter a small smile in thanks.

“Wait, Oikawa-san.. Did you parents really..?” Kunimi shivered, hoping it wasn’t true. His face fell when Oikawa nodded, confirming his suspicions. “O-oh my god.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry if anything I said disturbed you. It’s just how everything went,” Oikawa admitted. “Now, let’s all stop being sad and sappy, I want to see all the little get-well-soon gifts you all brought!”

A cheer erupted from the lungs of the team, and they placed all the packages and bags in a little pile in front of Oikawa, scooting closer to see his reaction once he opened the presents.

Oikawa giggled. “Ooh, I feel like it’s my birthday. It’s not often when my team treats me with cute little presents~!” He grabbed a present with pastel-peach color wrapping on it, which earned a little squawk from Kyōtani. Oikawa smirked. Ah, so this is his. The setter peeled back the tape made to keep the wrapping paper together, not wanting to ruin the beautiful handiwork, and pulled out a little Amazon box.

Digging through the confetti that was hastily stuffed in the cardboard, he pulled out a white knee brace, identical to the one he had on now. Kyōtani cleared his throat. “Uh, I noticed.. that your knee brace was getting old, so I bought you a new one. It’s.. It’s kind of.. basic, but I thought you would like it.”

Grinning, Oikawa ripped off his old brace, took off his shoe, and carefully fitted the new brace to accommodate his knee, flexing the muscle a little bit and smiling at his teammate. “Thank you, Mad Dog-Chan. This is really thoughtful.” He said, earning a grunt in response. Clapping his hands together, he grinned. “Alright, next gift!”

⊱ ─ ‧̥̥͙⋅. ♔ .⋅‧̥̥͙ ─ ⊰

Oikawa really was spoiled. So far, he had gotten a star-sign book from Kindaichi, gift-cards for his favorite café from Yahaba, a build-it-yourself gaming-setup from Kunimi, who had actually admitted to stealing his mom’s credit card to afford it and snuck it in school, and the knee brace from Kyōtani. The only gifts he had left were from Mattsun, Makki, and Iwa-Chan, and part of him wasn’t really eager to open the first two’s gifts.

But, oh well, right?

He sighed, tearing through the wrapping this time, getting yet another Amazon box with a large smiley face drawn on the top in sharpie. Matsukawa snickered at the sight, so it just had to be his.

Oikawa took the little knife he was using to open the other presents and gently sliced the clear packaging tape, lifting the flaps and sighing once he saw what was inside. He pulled out a spray bottle of.. fake spray tan?

That was the breaking straw for Hanamaki and Matsukawa. They burst out laughing, holding their stomachs and hitting their knees. Oikawa deadpanned, glaring at the two boys. “What made you think this was a nice gift for your dear Oikawa-san?”

They shivered at their captain’s tone, but still kept the goofy grins on their faces. “Well, remember that time we went to the beach, and you, like, burnt to a crisp?”

“That was one time!” Oikawa stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. “And I forgot sunscreen, and Iwa-Chan’s such a brute, he used his bottle all up!” Of course, that had only made the two laugh even harder. He sighed, nudging the second present closer to him. Based off the rough packaging, it had to be Iwaizumi’s handiwork. The wrapper paper was a teal color, with a white ribbon, the same colors as Seijoh’s uniforms.

He untied the ribbon, unfolded the paper and was finally greeted with a box that wasn’t from Amazon. It was kind of like those decorative cake boxes, with the lid unsealed so you could lift it up and look at the yummy dessert inside. Oikawa lifted the flap and let out a tiny gasp. There were a bunch of little trinkets inside- little bead bracelets, a mini time-capsule kit, ramune soda, a CD, new cologne, and a bunch of other things.

Excitement taking over his body, Oikawa took out each of the items and set them next to each other. He was smiling so much, his face hurt. “Iwa-Chan, these are so cute!”

Iwaizumi sputtered, pink dust painting his cheeks. “What makes you think that’s mine?”

“Only you would be so thoughtful and get me these things, Iwa~!” Oikawa sang, giving Iwaizumi a little thumbs-up. “Thank you!”

“Just try the stuff out! Or not, I don’t care either way,” the ace replied, crossing his arms over his chest to calm his racing heart down. How that would have helped it, Iwaizumi had no idea.

Oikawa smiled in response, opening up the crate of ramune and handing a bottle to each of his teammates. “Alright, drink up! We have a little feast ahead of us!”

“Arigato!”

⊱ ─ ‧̥̥͙⋅. ♔ .⋅‧̥̥͙ ─ ⊰

“So, how’d you like the presents we got you?” Hanamaki asked. The rest of the team had already left the gym, and the four third-years were left to pack up everything in the oversized bags Matsukawa had brought along.

Oikawa grinned. “They were amazing! Did you all really plan this for me?”

Iwaizumi nodded. “Yeah, figured you needed a little pick-me-up. You haven’t been smiling recently, ever since we lost to Karasuno, so we decided to bring back that stupid smile of yours.”

“Aw, Iwa-Chan’s so thoughtful!” The setter giggled, flinging a hand to his mouth once he let out a little snort. He frowned at the noise that came from his throat, shaking his head slightly.

If anyone noticed that little movement, they said nothing.

A little tsk came from Iwaizumi’s direction. “Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and help us clean, so we can go home.”

“Got it, Iwa-Chan.”

Once everything was tidy and clean, the four of them walked out of the gym, stepping out into the sunset. The colors were vibrant and colorful- orange, purples, pinks and blues spliced together.

Makki threw his hands up in the air and stretched, a loopy smile on his face. “Ah. Now we can get home and relax.”

“Yeah. About time, too.” Mattsun stifled a yawn, slinging his arm around Oikawa. The latter flinched slightly at the touch- he had bruises all along his shoulders too- but the tingling pain went away after a couple of seconds. “Ready to go home, Oika?”

He nodded. “Yep~! I can’t wait to eat something, I’m starving.”

“You literally just ate.”

“That didn’t count!”

The two went on and bickered, Iwaizumi and Makki at their heels. Hanamaki glanced at his teammate and nudged his side. “Hey, Iwaizumi.”

“Hm?”

Makki looked at Oikawa, worry etching his facial features. His eyes glossed over a little, and he turned back to Iwaizumi. “You think he’ll be okay?”

Iwaizumi let out a shaky sigh, glancing at the back of the man in question. He was laughing at something Mattsun had said, a hand over his mouth, eyes closed. It was a beautiful sight, it was like he didn’t have a care in the world, and he was just living in the now. “Yeah. He’ll be okay.” Turning back to Hanamaki, he nodded in reassurance. “He’s our captain. The strongest one out of all of us. Why wouldn’t he be?”

The corners of Makki’s lips turned upwards slightly, like he was trying to smile, but didn’t want to contribute to the urge. “Yeah. He’ll be okay.” He repeated, wiping at his eyes. “He’ll be okay.”

“Hey!” The two snapped up at the sudden break in the comfortable silence they had formed and met Oikawa’s eyes. “We’re going to the park, is that okay?”

They nodded. “Yeah. That’s fine.”

Oikawa grinned, slowing down a few steps and shoving at Iwaizumi’s shoulder. “Alright, race you!”

Before Iwaizumi even had the chance to react, he was already bolting away, his laughter a song flowing through the air. Matsukawa followed him, his voice mixing with Oikawa’s like in a duet. Hanamaki and Iwaizumi turned to each other, all the worries they had before wiped clean out of their heads.

“Yeah, he’ll be okay.”

[toorusluvr]

𓆩♡𓆪  swimming pools - iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

note from nis: it’s almost been a month since the last update omg i’ve been so busy with my internship ugh it’s so hard but here’s a quick drabble with fratboy iwa lol he’s so hot i want to marry him so bad pls 

cw: semi-public + unprotected + slight breeding kink + doggy 

thinking about fratboy!iwa who found his cock buried deep inside your tight cunt that was waiting to be fucked by him only after the guests had left the party. the time he thought of himself not giving a fuck of what other people might think of him or once they see him fucking you so hard at the pool ladder.

he couldn’t think of any better scenario than this moment, where he got you wrapped around his fingers. the way your fists were clenching around the handles of the pool ladder while he was hitting it from behind.

you were moaning involuntarily, your walls clenching hard around his cock as if you’d never want his cock to leave you. the grip on the handles was getting slippery but iwaizumi’s got an ironclad hold on your waist, almost bruising your skin. the warm feels of your pussy hugging his cock so tightly that made him lose his breath. 

iwaizumi couldn’t be patient. yes, he is a patient man but the way your bikini looked on you tonight definitely tested his sanity. he couldn’t keep his hands off of you and he wanted to see that bikini off of you but also in crisis of fucking you with the bikini on. he was weaker than he usually is. that damned skimpy bathing suit. 

his pace didn’t give you any time to catch a break or even took a moment to breathe properly. you’ve been moaning like crazy, nothing other than his name and occasional sensational moans escaped your lips. a bunch of oh fuck’s, harder — oh god, faster, please were your prayers for the night. 

iwaizumi’s massive hand groped on your breasts. the bikini didn’t really do a great job at hiding your pretty tits. he moved the bikini top aside, thumb pinching on your pebbled and sensitive nipple from the exposed cold air. your body grew warmer, feeling the sense of climax approaching closer. 

“fuck, i love your tits, baby,” iwaizumu bit onto the skin of your shoulders. his cock still ruthlessly drilled into you without stopping not even a beat. 

you nodded desperately, knowing too well he couldn’t leave your tits alone since the day he saw them. “make me come, please, hajime,” you begged pitifully. the urges to come so hard around his cock was undeniably difficult to resist. you wanted him to come in you that it trickled down your thighs. 

iwaizumi threw his head back, groaning louder as his cock twitched. “where do you want me, baby?” he panted. 

“inside me, please,” your voice came out as a whimper. the muscles around your stomach flexed before releasing your high. 

“the things that you did to me. oh- fuck,” his hips stuttered and he gave you one last harsh thrust, burying his seed deep inside your cunt that’s greedy to be painted white with his thick cum.

the night that iwaizumi could never forget because fucking you on the pool ladder was the best damn thing that has happened in his life. 

[ughgojo]

—𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎

ft: bokuto kōtarō, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, miya osamu, suna rintarou, kageyama tobio

synopsis: little drabbles of quirks/headcanons i think haikyuu boys have

content warnings: none.

notes from the author: wake up babe, new ughgojo post just dropped! not but srsly this is a repost from my other blog that i just revised lol i’m going to try n come out with better content in the future i kinda missed writing. likes, comments, and reblogs are always greatly appreciated ofc.

#— BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

he talks in his sleep. it’s usually incoherent words or phrases you can’t make out most of the time. although one time you could make out a small ‘i love you’ from him and it made your heart melt. unconsciously grabs for you if you aren’t cuddling him when he’s sleep. and then quite literally bear hugs you. you stay in one position the entire night because you can’t move out of his grip sometimes.

#—IWAIZUMI HAJIME

sooooo attentive. especially attentive to things you’d think he wouldn’t care to remember. so if you rearranged something minor in your room? he’ll ask you about that. didn’t order your usual at a restaurant? he’s gonna question you. you find it very cute that he remembers such small details or literally pays so much attention to you. i also think he also does that thing where he has your restaurant order or your favorite things in the notes app of your contact. such a thoughtful man pls

#— ISSEI MATSUKAWA

he is a big fan of beyoncé like omg. so when he’s sure he’s all alone he’s definitely shirtless with some sweats on and is singing his life away to her songs in front of his mirror. hanamaki and oikawa caught him once singing to ‘kitty kat’ and got it on camera, he’s still clueless about it but they showed the video to iwaizumi and now they all have a hearty laugh whenever they see him. very confused about it but doesn’t question it.

#— MIYA OSAMU

cooks you food whenever you’re sad. didn’t really know how to comfort you when you first started dating so food would just randomly appear when you weren’t feeling the best. now it’s his love language. of course he had gotten better at comforting you but, he still makes food for you because you’ve grown to love it. having a bad day? he’ll run you a bath and once you’re out you have a hot home cooked meal in front of you along with osamu being your listening ear, letting you destress.

#— SUNA RINTAROU

does that thing where he flips his blanket to cover his feet completely. but when he does that the blanket also slides down so it stays at his shoulders since he’s so tall. so he has this ongoing battle between whether he wants his feet or shoulders to be out when he sleeps. so because of that, you got him a bigger blanket so he doesn’t have to choose and he literally thanks you for it every night.

#— KAGEYAMA TOBIO

it’s canon that he takes very good care of his hands so he gets mani pedis every other weekend. and if he isn’t able to go to the salon one day he’ll do an at home kit and it’s just as effective. it’s basically like a little spa day for him. basically cancels all of the plans he can for the day so he can treat himself to a day of doing self-care.

[iwaizumis-bitch]

what makes them cum

content warnings: nsfw mdni, all characters are 18+, possessiveness, marking, oral (both receiving), size kink

multiple characters x female reader

the scream of his name as he presses his hips against yours once again, tip kissing your cervix. a ball of possessiveness filled his mind as the thought of you screaming anyone elses name like this, anyone else seeing you like this. his grip on your hips was harsh enough to leave bruises there for you to see for the next day but he didn't give a shit, because nothing else mattered at the moment except for filling you with his cum.

before he even knew it, his hips were stuttering as he spilled his hot cum inside of you, biting down on your shoulderblade and marking you as his.

IWAIZUMI, ukai, hanamaki, KENMA, sakusa

the sight of mascara running down your cheeks, bright lipstick smudged everywhere as your lips stretched around his cock, still sucking after the rough face fucking you just received.

'still sucking after all that, hm?', he teased, not breaking eye contact with you.

you hummed around his cock in response, sending vibrations through his shaft as you pulled off with a pop, sending him an innocent smile before swallowing and lubricating your mouth again, before placing your lips around just his tip, sliding your tongue up and down his sensitive slit as his orgasm washed over him all of a suddden, painting your tongue white.

tsukishima, BOKUTO, daichi, KUROO KUROO KUROO,, oikawa

the way your pussy clenches around him, practically milking him as you let soft little mewls out right next to his ear, telling him how big and strong he is and how you're gonna cum so hard. it's the way you keep telling him how much it hurts and he's not even moving yet, just letting you adjust to his size as you let out a sweet gasp, rocking your hips slightly. his hands find their way to your hips, sending one cheap thrust into your spongy spot, as he came at the same time as you, a deep groan leaving his lips.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, kyoutani, tendou???,, ISSEI<33, miya twins <33, aran

the taste of you. he's on his knees between your spread legs absolutely devouring your sloppy cunt. he relishes in your sweet moans as he humps his cock against the front of the bed, sweat dripping down his forehead. you're close to your maybe 5th orgasm, when he finally reaches down with one hand and starts to tug at his cock, shoving his nose into your pussy as he inhaled your scent,. ribbons were shooting from his cock as you gushed all over his mouth and chin, broken moans barely audible over the ringing in your ears before you passed out.

HINATA, BOKUTO, lev......, GOSHIKI OMG, dare i say NISHINOYA.....??,,, atsumu

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[sunallama]

cuddling hcs

ft. kuroo, atsumu and iwaizumi

Kuroo

loves loves loves to cuddle! 

unfortunately is a very busy man, so doesn’t get to see you much during the day, and most of the time you end up cuddling late at night on weekdays :(. 

he often comes home late at night to you on the couch (reading, watching TV, etc after a long hard day of girlbossing) and he’s just exhausted.

poor bby hasn’t slept in a while so his eyebags are showing, his hair is even more messed up then usual, and all he wants is to sleep next to you. or on top of you.

you beckon him over to the couch and he drops his stuff, dragging himself over.

he lays down on top of you with his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around your torso. 

girl take your hands and rake it through his hair a few times, scratch his scalp and he will be out like a light. 

he just feels so safe around you ugh

Atsumu

another one who’s super super touchy around you. 

he’s definitely someone who’s comfortable with pda, and isn’t afraid to show you off. 

a lot of the times you’ll find yourself in his brother’s restaurant in some booth, with his arms wrapped around you as his brother screams at him to dial it down.

good times.

in private, atsumu is a very playful cuddler with a tendency to smother you at times.

he loves wrapping his arms around you and giving you kisses, but a lot of the time all he wants is to feel safe in your arms.

as talented and awarded as atsumu is, he still has a ton of insecurities, and one of them if that you’re going to leave him once you see him as he sees himself. pls reassure him by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your hands on his head. 

it makes him feel so good

Iwaizumi

as tall, buff, and menacing as his man looks, he is so so so soft for you omg.

however, he’s pretty shy and doesn’t like to draw too much attention to himself, so he isn’t really into pda. however, if you like it, he’ll hold your hand. maybe he’ll even wrap an arm around your waist if he’s feeling protective.

in the comfort of his own home, iwa will cling to you like a giant koala. you’re cooking? iwa’s right there with his arms around your waist. busy working? he’ll pull up a chair and lean his head on your shoulder. watching TV? you’re cuddled into his side with your legs tangled together. 

in bed, iwa likes to make sure your safe by wrapping both arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head. 

however, i hc that he runs really hot, which is great for the winter, but in the summer, you end up subconciously moving away from him in the middle of the night due to how warm he is. 

he always has his hand on some part of you though. in the morning he’ll pull you closer to him again as you complain about how hot he is. 

[elysianslove]

Who do you think are the hottest dilfs in haikyuu

thank you for asking this <3

iwaizumi !!!! he manages to stay in shape, even though there is a layer of fat because his activity isn’t as extreme as it used to be. omg his arm hair :(( his salt n’ pepper hair :( rough hands :( all the ladies love him, milfs n younger girls alike :( and he’s always smiling shyly and bashfully whenever he receives a compliment but his personality completely changes when in bed oh my god

bokuto !!! HES SO BIG ,,, he’s huge pls. fit but super squishy. like his arms are massive, thighs too like it’s kind scary, but he’s still softer around the edge. always smiling so he’s got crows feet. also like starts to care less about his body hair n just lets it grow, so he’s got arm hair and a stubble and a happy trail revealed whenever he lifts his shirt. “old enough to be your dad sweetheart,” he‘ll laugh, but still fuck you anywaysbsbdjdnd

osamu !!!! EVERYONE, without exception, wants to fuck him, wants him to be their baby daddy even if they physically cannot have kids. he’s super squishy but also built as fuck like he’s just HUGE. wears those really tight shirts so he looks even more muscular. seeing him carry his baby on his hip while he does like grocery shopping or something has people on their KNEES like “breed me !!!!” but he also just laughs all compliments off sad :/

matsukawa !!!! charming as fuck, has everyone constantly swooning over him. he’s hot and knows it, which is a very dangerous combination. very good w cars and always offers to help out any pretty girl. if she’s gonna offer to repay him by sucking his dick who’s he to say no. SALT N PEPPER CURLS !!!!! hairryyyyy man !!!!!!! dad bod !!!!!!! kids actually love him so much they feel so safe around him any interaction he has with them has everyone fainting fr

sakusa !!!! he’s mysterious n quiet, the supportive dad always going to his kids shows n competitions n such but never interacting with any of the other parents. it’s super sexy. he’s got a few grey strands in his hair. he’s fit and lean, and is always in dark clothing. drives nice cars and has a super nice house. everyone just wants a taste. just one. AND WHEN HE SMILES AT HIS KID ?? you can hear the squeals from the distance. “daddy stop picking me up everyone thinks you’re handsome and it’s annoying” vibes

daichi !!!! yk i had to. moving into a new neighborhood and the ladies are just watching from their windows as he lifts heavy things and carries them in. built as fuck, but also softer round the edges. he’s like a super strict dad but one that caves in easily too. he doesn’t even have to try to get people’s attention he’s got it with those fucking massive thighs of his bye

okay yeah :)

[hajimine]

Hi! I saw you mentioned your requests are opened and I was wondering if I could request how timeskip!seijoh 4 would do once they realized they caught feelings for their fwb? I hope you have a good day!!

➵ THE SEIJOH 4 WHEN THEY REALIZED THAT THEY FELL FOR THEIR FWB

characters: (timeskip) iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tooru, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro

a/n: my first hc post in a month++ </3 this is such a cute prompt omg i loved picturing how the guys would be like when they develop a lil crush even though they’re not supposed to :>

✿ 𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 freezes on the spot. the realization hits him when he catches himself smiling as you float around the kitchen, cooking breakfast for the two of you. the only thing in his mind was “damn, if i could spend every single morning with them, i would be the happiest man alive.” it took a couple of seconds for the thought to sink in, and when it does, you can see it all across his face—from the tips of his ears down to his neck, his skin is flushed red. you notice his flustered expression and raise an eyebrow at him, “you okay, hajime?” your voice alone sends tingles down his spine; now he’s overly-aware of your presence. he motions you to come closer; without meeting your eyes, iwa’s strong hands grip the sides of your hip, tugging you close to him. “you’re gonna be the death of me, i swear.” he mumbles against your stomach, face hot and heart warm.

✿ 𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 realizes his feelings after winning a tough volleyball match. he’s still high off adrenaline after the game, but it’s only when he spots you waiting for him with a grin on your face that he feels like his heart’s going to burst out of his chest from excitement. “how’d you get here?” he asks, the wide grin on his lips mirroring yours. “you gave me a VIP pass remember?” you laugh, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. “congrats, tooru.” even though he just won an important game, you’re the only thing in his head right now. he wraps his arms around your figure, slightly lifting you off your feet as he squeezes you tight. i love you. i love you so much. that’s what he wants to say, but he decided to keep it to himself for little longer. he’ll tell you when the time is right, but for now, he’ll show you how much he loves you.

✿ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 kind of expected it, if he’s being honest. but he doesn’t expect himself to be the first one to catch feelings. propping his chin up against his palm, he gazes at you as you hand him a cup of his morning coffee, not a word coming put of his mouth. “what? is there something on my face?” you ask, beginning to get self-conscious because mattsun has been staring at you for what seemed like minutes now. a chuckle escapes his lips as he attempts to hide his smile, “nothing. was just thinking about how i can’t live without you.” you snort, rolling your eyes at him, “what a flirt.” he’s aware that you don’t really take his words seriously, but it’s true. mattsun is completely certain that he can’t live without you—he can’t and he won’t. but it’s okay, he doesn’t care how long it takes, he’ll be sure to make you understand that he’s not joking around.

✿ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 is a simple guy; he doesn’t expect much and he doesn’t want much. but when it comes to you, makki realizes that he has never wanted anything—or anyone—than he wants you. he realized that he had fallen for you when you’re the first person he turns to whenever he makes a joke, because he adores the way your eyes twinkle when he utters a perfectly thought-out remark, and he loves the way you throw your head back in laughter when he makes an absurdly dumb comment. the way a single smile from you can throw his entire day off course is a crime, he thinks. “why am i the only one who cracks all the jokes, my back hurts from carrying this relationship, y’know?” he announces while he’s laying on your lap. you laugh—and it’s that laugh again, the one that drives him crazy—as you run your fingers through his hair. “you love it though.” he huffs, cheeks tinted with a hint of pale pink. you’re right, he does, and he loves you, but that’s a story for another day. “yeah yeah, whatever.”

reblogs are highly appreciated!! <3

-> writing masterlist — requesting rules — taglist form

[4law]

ok!! i didn’t include everybody cuz this took longer than expected oopsie so lemme know if u wanna be added too! i’m not shipping u with ur selfship cuz that is no fun at all

@sauza : usopp (op), kuguri (hq)

every time you’re on my dash i’m laughing at the thoughts u share with us, and i think these characters can match ur energy so well. ur humor is unmatched i love u!!

@lawscorazon : law ENERU (op) & sakusa (hq)

ares radiates pretty energy and eneru radiates let me bother pretty people like ares until they fall for me energy.

@satotokii : bokuto (hq) & aran (hq!)

bokuto is self explanatory he is a ray of sunshine!! & aran i just feel like he gives good hugs and that’s what someone like u deserves— the best hugs :’)

@yourtamaki : killer (op) & shanks (op)

hear me out— killer will obviously treat you well, but why do i see shanks looking at you with heart eyes ??

@tofutobios : coby (op), zoro (op)

if u haven’t seen op then im referring to post time skip coby!! he has a heart of gold and u are so friendly so omg. and zoro needs your help with directions he needs u to hold his hand whenever he goes outside (NO I SHOUKD HAVE ADDED HIMEKAWA FROM HQ TOO) (omg and tanjiro from kny)

@strawhatsoraya : osamu (hq) & edgeshot (mha)

osamu cooks for you, and edgeshot i just feel like it fits. sora also radiates pretty person energy and edgeshot is so elegant!!

@killsaki : sabo (op) & hirugami (hq)

omg 🥹 i gasped when i thought of sabo that was the person i was looking for!! i was struggling hard fr kisaki & sanji fit so well

@euphofic2 : ace (op), matsukawa (hq)

i feel like after the smelly debate on your page, these two would add their own thoughts to it without hesitation. that’s why. LMFAOO IF UR SCARED OF BUGS, I CAN IMAGINE ONE OF THEM KILLING THEM AND THEN HE SETS THEM ON TOP OF THE TRASH SO U CAN STILL SEE THE CORPSE CLEARLY. laughs very loudly when u notice!!

@icy-spicy : kita (hq) & smoker (one piece)

kita picks flowers for you and smoker holds your shopping bags that’s all ima say!!

@eustassslut : bakugo (mha) & sanemi (kny)

i feel like these fit so well!! i wanted to ship u with kid so bad but here we are

@tenkomi : ace (op) & kenma (hq)

ok i haven’t talked to u all that much but i doooo feel like u and ace would have so much fun together that is what my mind thinks !! he would wake u up at 4 am to get pizza with him and then fall asleep on the way there

@ransluvrboy : oikawa with glasses (hq) & also law but since i ship everyone with law then also king (op! very pretty face reveal) AND OMG LOWKEY AIZAWA (MHA)

it fits the vibe i get from u! BUT ONLY WITH THE GLASSES. i associate u with that pretty green on ur blog and these men match that 🥹 hottest couple for real tell me ghost + king doesn’t sound cool as fuck

and robin

@creompie : shindo yo (mha) & kuroo (hq)

kuroo pats your head when he walks by or leans to rest on your head yeah! & then he does the jaw thing— where u quickly clench and unclench your jaw and u can feel it against your head 🙂

@ / kiiguru : luffy (op) & itadori (jjk)

in case dilly comes back!!

@vlyxen : kirishima (mha), & corazon (op)

no kirishima would love & adore u so good & corazon is so sweet please!! this would be so cute :’)

@rowan-rites : akaashi (hq) & megumi (jjk)

no cuz i just finished ur matchup & picked new ones but!! these characters here will go everywhere with you, and they’d let u fall asleep on their shoulder <33

@sanomnjiro : hawks (mha), tengen (kny)

from op i would put luffy bartolomeo! would be ur biggest fan pleaseee 😭 hawks covers ur eyes with a feather before asking “guess who,” then realizes the feather gives it away! u and tengen are hot that’s all

@dark-mnjiro : crocodile (op), & toji (jjk)

okay i’m getting this vibe … you know that night city / lux theme all over pinterest ?? no this is what u and these two remind me of !!!

@httphaitani : hina (op) & alisa (hq) or zoro (op)

omg and also iwaizumi if that’s okay!! alisa wants to bring you everywhere she goes & hina likes to hug your waist while laying on top of you to tell you about her day…

@sanjithesimp : penguin (op) & zoro (op)

okay penguin maybe not a super popular character but have u seen the fanart!!! ZORO MEANWHILE yes zoro fits so well

@ / benkeibear : twice (mha), (hq)

when i talked to u i literally felt like i was being hugged so yeah these characters would love you so dearly!!

@scabsaint : luffy (op) & sugawara (hq)

luffy would make it his mission to put a smile on your face every day! sugawara likes to see u melt into his hugs (: i already said ace for other people but i would add ace!!

@zorokinniemoment : eustass kid & law (op)

i chose characters that definitely know how to get under ur skin cuz i feel like that trope is so cute 😭 oh and tsukishima (hq!)

@momodwriter : shinso (mha) & akaza (kny)

i just see it. i can’t put my finger on it, but i see it. and yes i did want to put crocodile ):

[seiwas]

i’ve been busy and it’s been awhile and i haven’t popped in for a hot minute BUT i just had a sudden thought about iwaizumi (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

you’re in the point of your relationship where you both know your feelings for each other but haven’t made it official yet. he’s studying overseas while you’re in your home country, both of you busy pursuing your own dreams. the difference in timezones has been particularly challenging—the missing presence, the frequent missed calls, the late replies, and, most especially, the intense longing. however, as you have fallen asleep while waiting for him, tired beyond words from the intense day you’ve had, he’s over there sitting at his desk at his apartment after class, looking at his phone contemplating whether he should call you still—he knows it’s late, and he knows you deserve a restful sleep, but he can’t shake off that feeling of longing, the sound of your voice, the shine in your eyes, and even the softness of your lips… he shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, but he finds himself pressing the dial button anyway—sleep and timezones be damned (genuine apologies from hajime to you), he misses you so much he can’t help but be overcome with selfishness. and it’s okay, it’s worth it he thinks, especially with the way you groggily greet him with that sweet smile of yours, your eyes gleaming with warmth albeit the darkness of the room. he sees it, he feels it through the small screen. “sorry, did i wake you?” he knows he did, but he really can’t help it. “it’s alright, i was waiting for you to call, anyway” you tell him smiling sleepily. and god he feels it, making his heart beat a steadily fast pace causing him to feel warm all over. he hopes you feel it too because after you both bid your sleep well and good night, his heart whispers those three words he’s been wanting to say, but he’d wait, oh he would wait, just a little longer… just until before the coming break because he finds himself booking a flight, the fastest one to get to you. he does so spontaneously because he’s selfish, just to see you, to hear you, and to maybe, no, absolutely show you just what he feels seeing you smile on that call, but this time, he hopes to accompany it with a kiss and those three words his heart is dying for you to hear…

OMG didn’t expect it to be long but!!!JDHDIDJS also honestly i originally am not a hajime truther (,,>ࡇ<,,) but i have seen the light through you and i have been enlightened ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ (lmao) okay, i am going back to fighting irl battles now! i hope you have a wonderful day ahead of you (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ(i’ve been brewing (heh) some matcha experiments lately and would share some thoughts next time i drop by ໒( ˵ •̀ ᴗ •́˵) until then, teehee)

-matcha nonie<3

matcha nonie hello!!! so lovely of you to drop by 🥺 i hope you’ve been getting lots of rest despite you being busy!! 🥹 i am looking forward to all your matcha experiments!!!! let me know what they are when you have the time 🥺🥺 lately i’ve been trying matcha + coffee (on my tired days especially akxnsj) and it definitely gives me a boost!!!

and w a hajime thought omg… 🥹 an ldr hajime thought too 🥹🥹🥹 matcha nonie. if i tell u. i think abt this all the time 😭😭😭 it’s one of my fave things to include in a slowburn hajime love story 😭😭 i think it’s a canon event ngl the yearning and the pining and the feelings there without saying anything is so him 😭

AND WHAT A COMPLIMENT to make u see the light 😭😭😭 i am so flattered n so touched… i think. he is such a special and specific brand of boyfriend i can’t even fully explain it 🥹🥹🥹 he’s just… him, y’know?

i also. may have written smth similar to what u just said 🥹 it’s in a privated fic here on tumblr, under my hajime series ‘(keep me) steady, hold me gently’ (tho i think it’s still up on my ao3!!) it’s called ‘by your name only’ 🥹 i’ve privated it bc i plan to redo the entire series 🥹 my writing has changed a bit since writing it (which is also why i wanna rewrite it, apart from formatting reasons).

BUT SINCE YOU JUST REMINDED ME OF IT WITH THIS LIL HAJIME THOUGHT OF YOURS—a snippet from one of my hajime fics under the cut!

When Iwaizumi takes up Sports Science in California, you stay behind and complete your degree in Japan. The time difference sucks; just as he starts his day, you’re ending yours. Still, you make an effort to talk within the window of hours you’re able to.

At 1:03 a.m., you are cozied up on your bed, night light casting a soft glow onto your tired eyes. You yawn, squinting at your phone while waiting for a familiar face to pop up on screen. A few minutes pass, and it vibrates, the picture you took of Iwaizumi that summer after high school on display.

You swipe your screen to find bright light streaking through the lens of Iwaizumi’s camera, obscuring your vision of him.

“Hold on,” he murmurs, before the view turns to black. Random blobs and shapes move around and you suspect that he’s probably wiping the lens while moving to a place with shade. “Sorry, just walking to campus right now.”

You wait patiently.

Soon enough, you are faced with a clearer visual of Iwaizumi, his spiky hair now shaped into a semi-crew cut—olive green eyes giving off the same stare you know can only belong to him. He doesn’t look much different from the photo assigned to him on your phone, but he doesn’t look the same either. The fact that you notice these changes means that time has passed, and you’re reminded that this is the Iwaizumi you no longer have—the Hajime you could have had.

“Hey,” he greets, sending you a grin. A few beats and recognition flashes through his face as he notices that you’re all tucked in bed, ready to sleep. “Shit, did I wake you?”

You laugh and shake your head, mushing your cheek against your pillow, “No, it’s okay,” you snuggle up to your duvet, “was waiting for your call anyway.” you readjust your phone and place both hands under your cheek, “You rushing to class today?”

“Not really.” he answers, looking up from the screen, presumably to cross a road. “First period canceled, so I’m heading to the gym for a bit. How ‘bout you?”

“Well,” a playful glint sparks in your eyes, “not rushing to class, no. Not going to the gym, either. Not in this outfit, I think.” you smile, suppressing a laugh. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, but you can see traces of a smirk gracing his lips.

Since going to America, Iwaizumi has gone through a few changes: his confidence, his humor, and his temperament—all of which have gotten better. He’s a lot more relaxed now than he used to be, joking around and going along with your jokes every now and then. But underneath all these improvements, he retains the same qualities that make him the Iwaizumi you know (and love).

“Ha. ha. Funny.” he responds sarcastically.

A twinge pinches at your heart, and you think, God, this banter, it hurts. This is the soft spot you know he holds for you. You’re brought back to the same nastiest look he’d given you when you wrote the most horrible puns on Aoba Johsai banners during matches.

“I meant, how ‘bout you, you aren’t rushing to class tomorrow? Actually–” the video moves around and you catch a glimpse of him tapping his smart watch, a familiar black bracelet on his other wrist, “—shouldn’t you be asleep?” When he returns to the screen, worry lodges through his furrowed brows, a small pout forming on his face. You want so badly to be there to wipe it off.

“It’s fine. You called, so.” you say softly, gently, leaving room for your admission to ring louder. You know he understands because he’s done the same.

“Well,” he copies you, “I don’t want to keep you up. Sleep’s really important, you know.”

You hum in acknowledgment, “Okay,” disappointment poorly hidden in your tone.

But he knows, he always does. “Call me when you’re free later, I’ll pick up. We can catch up then.”

You smile and nod. A yawn escapes you, eyes slowly drifting shut. “Good morning, Haji.” you mumble.

He freezes.

He wouldn’t have heard it if not for his earphones (thank god he had them). It’s the first time you’ve ever called him Haji. Heat rises from the back of his neck, to the tips of his ears, down again to the expanse of his cheeks. The familiar thump sounds loudly in his ears.

“‘Night,” he responds, whispering your name before ending the call.

It takes him a while before he continues to walk towards the gym; his heart is pounding too hard and too loudly for him to focus on where to go. All that replays in his mind is the sound of you saying Haji, softly, tenderly—the way you encase the syllables of his name in comfort that feels like it belongs to your lips.

Haji.

He wonders if you meant to call him that.