#mattsun day!

[osamusriceballs]

Sweet Treats with Seijoh

Oikawa x Reader, Iwaizumi x Reader, Makki x Reader, Mattsun x Reader

Words: ~1,2 k

Warnings: None

A/n: sry, I only did the 3rd years >.< I'll do the other’s next year on Valentine's Day, hehe! <3

Sweet Treats with Inarizaki

Sweet Treats with Shiratorizawa

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Oikawa:

The only thing keeping you steady is Oikawa's warm hand and his encouraging words while you both skate your very first round through the empty hall.

"You're doing so good, my darling. You look so cute when you're concentrated." He squeezes your hand, and you wonder once again how your boyfriend could be blessed with so many talents AND extraordinary good looks. Oikawa Tooru, who easily convinced you to go ice skating with him on Valentine‘s Day together, and it should be unfair how effortlessly good-looking he is on the ice.

He surely knows well how to skate well, his stance secure and steady, and he even manages to give you a feeling of security besides your wobbly legs.

"I can't believe you actually rented this whole hall." You gesture to the empty place with your free hand, briefly looking at the big screen of advertisement that is now displaying both of your names and a few hearts much to your surprise. The cheesy picture makes your heart swell with sudden affection for the brunette setter besides you.

"I just asked if they could give us two hours after their closing time. Iwa-chan pulled a few strings for me, his connections are no joke." He chuckles and shakes his head- but you suddenly lose focus when you try to respond and stumble, and Oikawa reacts immediately, his body almost moving on autopilot.

He whisks you into his arms and holds you steady in a matter of seconds- and you forget how to breathe for a moment when you feel his arms caging you and holding you close to him. Oikawa is staring right into your eyes, his confident smile turning into a serious, yet soft expression when he focuses on you and only you- and you can also not help yourself but getting lost in him. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much, it hurts sometimes." He whispers, his brown eyes closing for a short second as if he needs to calm himself down, and there is a vulnerability in his features that makes your body react instantly. You wrap your arms around him and bring one of your hands to cup his cheek. You look into his eyes, hoping to convey that you feel the same for him- that he is your everything, that he is the one you wholeheartedly love with your whole existence.

"I love you too, Tooru. You're my everything." And that's when he smiles genuinely, a smile that is only reserved for you, and leans down until his warm lips meet yours in a loving kiss.

Iwaizumi:

"I know I've been busy with the upcoming season lately, but I wanted to make sure to make up for that tonight.“

He opens the door and holds it open for you to enter first- Iwaizumi is the perfect gentleman without even trying, it seems like he is made of perfect boyfriend material with every single cell of his handsome body.

"It‘s okay, Hajime. I know the season will be over soon, and then we can go on our vacation.“

You turn towards him, and he smiles softly at you. But before you can lean down and remove your shoes, he suddenly pulls you closer and presses your body against his chest. "Hajime-"

"Just- can we stay like this?"

He rests one hand gently on your lower back and one between your shoulder blades, and you immediately melt into his touch and wrap your arms around his shoulders to deeply inhale his familiar cologne. You feel his chest raise against your cheek with every breath that he takes, his warmth against your body, and his hands, that rub slow circles on your back- and that moment feels so intimate, so, so close, and so full of love -

Iwaizumi slowly begins to move his body in a slow rhythm, and you simply follow his lead. He is slowly dancing with you in the dimly lit floor, just you and him, feeling each other, and listening to each other’s breaths and heartbeats. You can't help but to fall a bit harder for the athletic trainer that easily managed to get into your heart from the very first moment you saw him.

"Y/n?"

"Hmm?" You hum against his chest, feeling his slow and steady heartbeat against your cheek, and you know that you probably would stay like this forever if you could- just in his arms, right where you belong-

“I love you. Forever.“

“I love you too, Hajime. Forever.“

Makki:

It's not hard to spot your boyfriend in the middle of the crowd- he is the one with the biggest bouquet of roses you have ever seen in your whole live. The beautiful arrangement of flowers is big enough to draw attention from all over the place, everyone probably wondering if he has gone insane- but you know that it's just such a Makki thing to do.

"Y/n! I'm here, my angel!"

Before you two started dating, you had absolutely no idea that he could actually be so cute and romantic, only knowing his easygoing and lighthearted side- but he never fails to fluster and surprise you every single day.

"I can't believe you got these for me." Your eyes widen when you look at the bouquet from up close- it seems even more gigantic than from afar.

"Only the best for my gem." He smiles and cups your cheek gently with one hand to press a sweet, chaste kiss to your lips. "I've got so many plans for today. I will spoil you and make sure you'll never forget this day- it's our first Valentine's Day together, and I want to make sure you know that I will always put effort in our relationship, even though I seem a bit unsteady sometimes." He wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer, the huge bouquet still in his other hand. You're glad that you're not standing in the middle of the way, and that the people passing you are not looking at you anymore, because you know that you look absolutely flustered after his sudden outburst.

"You know that you don't need to do all of this. Just spending time with you is enough for me."

"I know. But I wanted to do it. For you, for me. For us."

He seems so serious, and you can't help but to smile fondly at his expression. He looses his tension when he sees your happy smile, and you quickly interlace your fingers with his.

"Let's go. I'm all yours today."

"I'll make sure to cherish you to make you mine forever." He mumbles, his cheeks turning pink at the sudden thought of marrying you once day.

"Did you say something?" You glance at him and shortly catch the sight of his reddned face but he is quick to divert your attention to something else.

"Nothing to worry about. Let's go!"

Mattsun:

"I'm home! Please don't be mad!"

The second he turns around after closing the door, he is already facing your pouting face, and he guiltily scratches the back of his head.

"I got stalled at work- but I promise I'll be quick, we will make it in time, just trust me, babe."

"Hurry then, our reservation is in an hour, and we need to drive there for at least half an hour."

You urge him to go to the bedroom to change his clothes, but he finally seems to realize that you're already wearing your pretty dress and lipstick, with your favorite necklace that he gifted you on your first anniversary on your neck- and he freezes for a second.

Mattsukawa takes a few moments to look at you from head to toe- and he is instantly convinced that no one has ever looked as beautiful as you do now.

"What? Issei, I swear to god, if we're late and they cancel our reservation, then you'll be in trouble-"

"No, babe. You just look so beautiful right now." His mumbled words heat up your cheeks, and the intensity of his gaze makes you speechless for a few seconds.

"Oh." He steps closer to you and carefully places his hands on your hips before he leans down to look at your eyes. "So beautiful. I'm so lucky to have you." His lips slowly meet your cheek- "So smart and witty." His lips meet your other cheek. "Kind and caring." His lips meet your forehead "Strong and-" his lips hover over yours, and you feel like hyperventilating- he still has that effect on you. "Only mine." It only takes him a small tilt of his head to connect your lips, and you instantly reciprocate the kiss, much to his delight.

The sweet moment is interrupted when your phone rings- and you pull back with slight panic in your face.

"Issei- stop, get dressed already!"

He smiles at your words and playfully salutes.

“Yes, Mrs. Mattsukawa!“

[nectardaddy]

the thing about me is I WILL hyper fixate on sm and I DON'T have any self control what so ever

[kameyyy]

i love hakari

I giggled and kicked my feet the moment I saw the pictures of Hakari you sent along. Like fr I'm not joking. URGHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCHHHH !!

Like everytime I search up his name on pinterest to add more of him to my board I have to scroll down a loooooot bc pinterest will tell me "Psst! You already saved this Pin to MISH MASH" 😔

The obsession is real and never ending I guess 😔

Glad to have found another Hakari lover though, they're a little rare I fear

[lowkeyremi]

im rewatching haikyuu (its just on in the background while im working) and its making me remember how much i hate oikawa. timeskip oikawa is chill and i like his lil duo w shoyo but high school oikawa has me ready to bitch slap him. honestly iwaizumi was in the right for beating his ass, he shoulda done it more

[seoulmatez]

good morning :3

[lale-txt]

chief of the autopsy department Y/N and god of the death Matsukawa send tweet

[skztrashinthebuilding]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATSUKAWA

tatted mattsun for the hos (me)

+ untatted ver.

[captain-hawks]

iwaizumi's favorite shirt is a faded old oversized godzilla tee that he's had since high school. the navy blue fabric has gone nearly threadbare in some places, the neck has certainly seen better days. and there's a finicky hole that needs to be re-sewn in one of the armpits before it gets too out of hand again.

oikawa, mattsun, and makki all learned the hard way at one point or another that one does not borrow iwaizumi's godzilla t-shirt—not even when one is camping and "iwa-chan, you're the only one who has a spare dry shirt left, and it's freezing out, you stingy bastard!"

so when you pad over to the front door early one fall morning to let the boys inside while iwaizumi finishes packing for their hike, you're met with several curious and somewhat dumbfounded stares when they see the shirt you're wearing as pajamas.

“IWA-CHAN, YOU FINALLY DID IT?!” oikawa calls out suddenly.

“does this mean i don’t have to keep it a secret anymore?” makki exhales in relief, fist-bumping mattsun.

“let me see the ring, he wouldn’t show me,” oikawa gestures impatiently toward your hand. “he’s had it for months.”

you blink in confusion. oikawa looks down at your very empty ring finger and also blinks in confusion.

“out. right now. all of you with your big, dumb, giant ugly mouths, get out,” iwaizumi barks from somewhere behind you.

it’s only once the front door swings shut and the entryway goes quiet that you finally turn around.

—and you find your boyfriend on one knee, his shirt halfway on and toothpaste smeared on his cheek.

“i did have this entire thing planned out for later tonight,” he sighs, smiling up at you, the diamond in his hand reflecting in the soft morning light.

(at the wedding, oikawa’s speech is a 5-minute monologue about how a 14-year-old iwaizumi once told him—after punching him in the face for trying to steal that very shirt from his closet—that the only other person he’d ever let wear it would be his future wife.)

[kameyyy]

The Issei Matsukawa, Tetsuro Kuroo and Kinji Hakari brainrot will never end I fear

[cottonlemonade]

He could have purred with how comfortable he felt. Still warm from his shower he was perfectly seated on the couch, the pillow in his lower back just right, your head leaning on his shoulder while you watched your favorite movie after a long day. Halloween candy that would never make it to the 31st was strewn on the coffee table, building a somewhat chaotic decoration for the crumbs on your plates, leftover from tonight’s dinner.

Your boyfriend gently ran his fingertips over your shoulder and squeezed you tight when you shuddered at the tickling touch. With his free hand that just a moment ago tossed a chocolate into his mouth, he now grabbed onto your legs that lay over his lap, rubbing his thumb over your addictively plush thigh. As he debated on how best to initiate a soft to medium steamy make-out session he saw you delete a long unsent message to your best friend.

“What was that?”, he asked curiously.

“What was what?”

“That. You just typed out a whole message with emojis and everything and didn’t send it. Why?”

You shrugged, “Changed my mind. Not important enough.”

“Not im- baby, do you do that a lot?”

Another shrug and he knew you well enough to take that as a Yes.

“Do you do that with me?”, he asked, slightly alarmed.

“I just don’t wanna bother you.”, you said simply.

“Hold up.”, he paused the movie and sat up straight to look at you, “Are you telling me I could be getting a lot more content from you throughout my day?”

“Am I an influencer now?”, you laughed.

“Baby, don’t change the subject. I signed up for premium membership when we started dating. That means Behind The Scenes, bloopers, reactions, everything!” He wanted to make sure you knew he was serious about this, so he dropped the playful tone a little and entwined his fingers with yours, “Please don’t filter yourself, gorgeous. Especially not for me. You’re never a bother. Never too much, ya hear me?”

Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

[zumicho]

BRACE YOURSELF MITCH

𝗰𝘄: mentions of cheating, slight angst

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When was the last time you stood up? Your legs were beginning to grow numb, knees sore and tingly against the ground as you hunched before the synthetic glow of a laptop screen. A long emptied energy drink can sat dormant on your lap, forgotten in the swarm of schemes that bounced around the walls excitedly in Suna’s bedroom. 

Suna was beside you, feverishly penning down what was happening. It was a neatly lined table: the first column was for names, the second for dates, and the third for offenses. 

The name of your ex-boyfriend. October 31st. Cheated on you with your friend.

The name of your friend. October 31st. Hooked up with your ex-boyfriend.

The name of Suna’s old roommate. June 17th. Took the cash out of his wallet and ran.

The name of a girl you hardly knew. February 5th. Keyed Suna’s new rustbucket for parking in “her spot.”

“Think that’s enough to start off?” He peered up at you groggily, flexing out his spent fingers with a wince. You nodded, eyes trailing the list of thirty or so names, “More than enough.” Of the names were people who had wronged you, who had wronged your friends, who had wronged friends of friends and their friends, too. It was practically untraceable. 

Suna sniffed, thinking, then scooted next to you to examine his laptop screen, “Smart.” 

You felt yourself flush at the subtle praise, chalking it up to the unreasonable amount of caffeine in your system, then glanced back at your work. “Well,” you murmured sheepishly, “At sight was taken.” 

Rintaro rolled his eyes, a lethargic shrug following, “Dumb name, anyways, sounds too romantic.” You snickered, “What? I thought it was a good play on words. Like love at first sight, just, not…love.” You both chuckled dryly at this, slightly delusional with exhaust. It was hard to make time for this, it was even harder to plan this, and the execution was no easy feat, either. 

“I like this name you picked better. Sounds kinda confrontational, ya’know?” 

You licked your lips, then snapped impatiently, a queue for him to hand you the extensive list in handwriting only you seemed to be able to read at that point.

“Chicken scratch.” You muttered, earning a groan from him as his watchful eyes ensured you typed every word to a tee. 

Suna was your best friend. Suna was the best of the best. The cream of the crop. The apple of your eye. The only person you think, no, you know would ever want to take things this far.

It was a little past four in the morning by the time you finished, sighing in satisfaction as he rubbed your back, “Nice.”

You turned to face him, the tips of your noses inches apart; how many times had you been this close on his floor? Too many to count, surely, but why did it feel so different lately? Especially in that moment as you both dove headfirst into your favorite secret you ever will keep. The secret you’d keep in the years to come. 

“Is this a bad idea?” You mumbled abashedly, balling your sweaty palm. Suna’s expression lightened and he shrugged once more for the umpteenth time, “Maybe, but…” he clicked his tongue in thought, “we’ve wanted this for a while.”

It’s decided. You nod. This is a very good bad idea, indeed. 

Turning back to the computer, you mashed around on the keyboard, deft fingers pressing at the clacking mouse on the floor, “Okay,” you sighed. “It’s live.”

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𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀:

✱ "THEY DID IT!!! THEY SAID THE THING!!!!" ass moment

✱ formal apology to anyone i may have unintentionally (it was slightly intentional) led to believe that they murdered someone, or, that one person who thought they were vampires (I liked that theory the best)

✱ y/n and suna are no strangers to controversy

✱ spiteful bitches who match each other's toxic freak

𝗮/𝗻: hehe sorry this is a bit late. everything is about to go to shit. also ree (who is unfortunately not here to see it, fly high!) and i looked up the actual onsight.com and it was a python coding wtv the fuck...starting a gofundme for me to buy the domain /j

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[seoulmatez]

HOW did i forget that semi is canonically a musician?? he’s the missing piece in my band au

[prettyboykatsuki]

lightning strike | h. iwaizumi

✮ tags ; afab + gn!reader, recently established relationship, mutual pining, pwp, dry humping + making out, nipple play, implied raw sex, super love-dovey, deliberate name change from iwaizumi to hajime 18+

✮ wc ; 4k (???????)

✮ a/n ; something deeply frightening happened to me in writing this but whatever. made it with ten minutes to spare happy bday mr iwaizumi

pls be nice if characterization is everywhere its been a while

He’s nervous.  

So nervous. 

You laugh at him over a can of beer, even harder when he visibly flinches at the sound. The room is too quiet since all of your company has left for the evening. Iwaizumi is tipsy but not drunk - though you think if he has another can he’ll get there just fine.  

“Your face is gonna get stuck if you keep frowning.”  

He shoots you a glare that makes your lips quirk up. “Shut up. You sound like my Ma.”  

“How is she by the way? Still good?”  

Iwaizumi snorts and takes a long sip of his beer. He tilts his head back against the couch, arm stretched along the seats. His muscles pull taut underneath the skintight material of his turtleneck. You find yourself sitting on your hands to calm down, but you’re too unfocused for it too work.  

“She’s good. She likes the countryside. Been growing squash and tomatoes and everything. Gonna try and stay with her a bit during off-season,” His voice is wistful and affectionate. An only son, filial and polite - you smile at him lovingly. “You should come visit with me.”  

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh? Guess it’s the same since we’ve already met but since we’re going steady I though you might be too nervous.”  

The realization settles in too late. Just when you thought he’d swallow the nerves down, they make an appearance once again. He sits up straight, clearing his throat, diverting his gaze to the coffee table separating you both. A blush spreads up, all through his body. His ears turn especially turn some shade of cherry red. Dusts all along his nose. He tsks at you, tongue clicking with a familiar petulance. You bite back a laugh.  

“Going steady? Seriously?”  

“Well,” Your face twists in mischief as you look up at him, your eyes locking briefly. “You’d get all hissy if I called us lovers.”  

His eyes go wide - in equal parts shock and mild disgust. You can’t hold the laugh back that time time no matter how hard you try. It bubbles up out of you, euphoric and hysterical. Your laughter is too loud to savor his displeasure, so caught up in it that it takes you a few minutes to calm down again,  

“I hate you,” Iwaizumi mumbles. A grin splits your face. 

“No, you don’t.”  

He frowns and his blush darkens just a touch  

The room goes quiet save for the sound of your heartbeat. You try and collect yourself. The house feels too quiet, all prior company absen. Not that Mattsun and Maki dragged out Oikawa to be considerate of your newfound love or anything. You’re sure you’ve already gotten a long text detailing your extortion related to the favor. Still, you’re glad to be alone with him.  

It’s easy to split your time between all of them separately when you’re all in the same place - but complicated to be all together. And alone time with Iwaizumi has always been hard to come by.  

You’ve been pining for him since highschool - the frequency you wish to see him tuned tuned by the passing years of your relationship and feelings. You’ve gone through the whole spectrum of desires. From wanting to see him everyday constantly, to hoping you’d never have to see him again. It took you well over a decade to make any progress, and the entire process (while surely heartfelt) has been unmistakably clumsy and so, so long.  

Spending alone time with Iwaizumi has thus always been complicated except for this one time. You got together, officially, just last week. The day he came home, where you incidentally found yourselves alone together. Something that’d been rare years prior due to said pining and trying to get over him. You don’t even really know how it happened. It felt like the most significant moment in your life thus far and incomparably anticlimatic at once. He was just sending you home since you’d got completely shitfaced, and before you left you grabbed him by the collar and announced it. Just like that.  

(You threw up half-way through the car ride back. Your Uber was nice enough to pull over so you didn’t do it in his car.) 

You went home after and didn’t speak for days. It took a few more days for either of you to work up the courage to sort things out forreal, but you made it work with the help of even more alcohol.  

Things get busy though, when Oikawa returns home and Hajime is off-season. It’s rare things line up, and when they do - it’s only natural you spend all your time together. You did today too, celebrating Iwaizumi’s birthday among the four of you with take-out and Godzilla movies on your nice flatscreen.  

But you haven’t been alone with each other since your chat establishing your relationship as not a pipe-dream, which was notably through text.  

He’s nervous, so incredibly nervous but so are you. Just a little.  

You look up after being lost in thought - to see Iwaizumi stare at you. The air shifts slow and steady, thick tension stirring in your gut. You bite the inside of your cheek, rubbing your feet together as you fold over yourself, chin resting on your knee. 

You wonder if you should be the one to break the distance. Iwaizumi beats you to the punch this time. You suppose you’re even.  

“Come ‘ere.”  

He pushes the coffee table farther away from him with ease, careful not to knock anything over. Your tipsy self swoons over his competence, but you’re sure you’d do the same sober.  

The look he gives you as you crawl over to him makes you feel bashful. You go over until you’re sitting side by side - stretching your legs out. Your thighs barely touches. Iwaizumi jolts, swiping a hand over his face in exasperation.  

“Sorry,”  

You shake your head. “It’s okay.” Because it is, then just to make sure. “Are we okay?”  

“More than okay,” He admits, a breath of relief following the words. “It was a good birthday, by the way. Thank you.”  

“They’ll get upset that you only thanked me,”  

He bristles immediately making you giggle. “I’ll thank those knuckleheads later.” 

You smile at him, wide and bright. He looks at you before quickly looking away, laughing a little humorlessly to himself. You wonder what he’s thinking about but decide against asking, comfortable letting him go at whatever speed.  

“Can I uh—“ He clears his throat. “Wanna kiss you. Just uhh… shit.”  

You’d love to tease him, but you feel like your heart might explode out of your body so there’s not really much room. Nodding, you sit up on your knees and turn a little to face him. His features soften with remarkable fondness. You flush at the sudden attention. He sits up straighter, turning his head to face you. His forehead knocks against yours softly, noses brushes. His eyes are so sharp. You have to close your own when you feel him leaning in to kiss you.  

Iwaizumi is warm. His lips are softer than you thought they’d be. His hands feel big as one snakes up to cup your neck. He gives you one deep kiss, followed by two pecks before pulling away to make you chase him. He rewards you by kissing you agai. The sudden pressure makes your head spin.  

You pull away dazed. “You’re… super good at kissing.”  

“Yeah?”  

You press your thighs together at his reply. So sexy it’s unfair. “Uh-huh.”  

He gives you a weighted hum. 

His reaction spurs you on then. You pull away from him momentarily. Iwaizumi stares at you in reply, worry making his brow furrow. Before he can get the words out, you seat yourself on his lap. He’s taken aback as he realizes your intent, your arms around his neck. It’s not even really the alcohol, as much as it’s everything else. Cramped in your living room together, pressed up against your couch. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, and shiver in his arms smelling his cologne. Spicy with a hint of pine. He hesitates, hands settling so carefully on your hips.  

He lets you stay like that undisturbed until you’re ready to pull away. Like he senses you needed that. He’s always been so good at knowing what exactly you need. Suddenly restless you decide you need to look at him again - make sure he’s real. That this is real.  

“Hey,” He mutters. His pitch is low, sends your heart hammering.  

You giggle, fluttering nervously. “Hi,” And then, “You like me,”  

“Pfft,” His voice is so tender, so soft, so comforting. “More than that.”  

Suddenly overwhelmed by your own giddiness, you squeak. You want to bury yourself in his shoulder again, but he’s quick to hold your wrist and stop you. He pins you under his gaze. It’s so intense you can’t help but feel like a deer caught in headlights. Your head is empty and all he’s doing is looking at you.  

But maybe that’s the whole problem. He’s looking at you, and you’ve wanted that for more than a decade. Now having it is too much, too suddenly - and you’re almost afraid of having it. It’s just a gaze, but it’s yours. He’s telling he’s yours in a way that’s just like him.  

“You…” He starts on something before letting you go. “For a long time,”  

He doesn’t need to explain. You already know.  

“Me too,” 

He calms down when you get it..  

“Really?” He follows up. He doesn’t look at you as he goes on. “How long?”  

You think on it.  

“Since we were fifteen?”  

“Same as me, then.” He’s clumsy with the follow-up. “That’s…”  

“Dumb? Ridiculous? Too long?” You say, filling in the words for him. “I know.”  

The extent of your own longing comes to you in waves. Love, like the sea trapped behind ice - so easily shattered. You’re drowning, your lungs aching trying to get adjusted to what is finally yours. The shock of it comes and goes, but you’re surrounded by it all the same. Iwaizumi stares at you and you stare back and nothing in the world exists except this desire you’ve kept to yourself for years.  

His name comes out like a whimper on your lips. “Iwaizumi,”  

“Hajime,” He corrects, so tender. So sweet to you. “Please,”  

“Hajime,” You test the name out on your tongue. It’s sweet.  

He doesn’t say anything after that.  

Your breath hitches as Hajime crowds into your space again. His hands are firm on your hips as he kisses you again. It’s different from before, lingers longer - his tongue pressing along the seam of your lips until you open them and allow him in deeper.The taste of alcohol is clearer on your tongue, bitter remnants of malt making you drool at the corners of your mouth. You kiss hungrily, your hands carding through the short, black hair with a longing sigh. Hajime groans a little when you tug at the root and the only thing you can think to do is try to sink into him further. .  

The hear raises without warning. Your skin under your clothes feels like it’s on fire. It feels different too suddenly for you to adjust and keep completely calm. Lust that borders cosmic engraves into your bones. Crumbling under the weight of it, you kiss Hajime like your life would end without it. In the moment, it feels like it would. Exchanged breaths are the only source of air for that space and time. You feel frantic, hazy - and Hajime who you know to be so steady, proves to be in the same place as you. 

His hands are so big. You can feel how tight he grabs you, his thumb pressing into your hipbones - itching to go lower. You don’t want to pull away but you want more. In the second you take a breath you tell him as much. Your own delirium might bring you shame if you were in any place to really feel it. “You can touch me. However you want.”  

“Fuck. Don’t say that.”  

“Hajime, please.”  

You mutter something but you don’t catch what it really. Your head is swimming with unrepentant ardor and your tongue feels too heavy for your mouth. Hajime kisses you again and takes the lead. The pleasure echoes in how you sigh, your hips rutting against his lap as his hands squeeze your ass. His hands are so fucking big - strong and kind and hold you with no uncertainty. The groping goes straight to your cunt, stomach starting to twist with familiar arousal. You push your hips against him again.  

You’re hardly thinking about it. Hardly thinking at all - no coherency or sense thrumming through your brain except his name. Hajime, Hajime, Hajime. An incantation of destiny. A love song.  

You feel his fingers inch up to go underneath your shirt - all of a sudden feeling burdened by all the layers between you. You can’t calm down. 

He pulls away from you first in that instance. Before you can ask, he nudges himself close to your neck, kissing along your jaw. You feel the fabric of your shirt tug. “Can I take this off?”  

You nod rapidly, then mimic him wanting him to do the same. His laugh is raspy in the follow through - your shirt and bra discarded somewhere on the floor. He stops suddenly, flicking his gaze up to you like he’s asking permission again. You just nod, not knowing how else to convey your desires.  

Your nipples pebble in response to the arousal and cool air. Hajime’s tongue flicks from his lips.  

His gaze makes you feel ticklish. He runs his palms over your tits with an appreciative noise. His eyes linger long enough to make your skin go hot all over, your spine prickling with heat.  

“Staring,”  

He looks up at your face, amused by your pout then kisses you as he feels you up, calloused palms brushing against your nipples, tits fitting perfectly in his hands. He smiles a little against your mouth. “Guess I am.”  

“Take yours off,” You plea. 

He obliges you, peeling the tight shirt away from his body and leaving his bare torso in full view. The proximity makes your lungs tighten like they can’t get enough air - heat radiating from his skin. His physique is toned, layers of muscle soft and comfortable He’s structured and gorgeous like a statue. You’re greeted by his broad chest and the corded muscles of his biceps. All sinew and strength, down his core. Strong and stable and big everywhere you could possibly look. You feel awestruck, mouth-watering at the sight - clit throbbing. Objectively attractive, you’re sure anyone in your place would feel the same. But this is your Hajime and the body he’s worked so hard on, full grown and yours. The trail of hairs down his stomach, getting coarse. The v-line of his waist makes you clench. 

 Too much.  

 The words tumble out of you before you can stop them, like water spilling from a broken dam. “I want you to fuck me so bad,”  

His brows raise. You can feel something twitch hard against your clothed pussy. At full mast underneath the confines of his pants. \Your eyes go wet when you realize what it is. Mind sticky, you draw your lips into a pout and silent protest. Despite your desperation, you almost want to say it again, pleasure thrumming through your body at his reaction. It feels like electricity sparking up from the base of your spine all the way to the top of your head. 

 Hajime presses his face to your neck all over again - hot, open mouth kisses trailing from jaw to chest. You gasp when his mouth closes around your tits, tongue laving over the tender skin and making your back arch.  

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” He mirrors. His voice is scratchy and his grip is tight. “Been wanting to fuck you so bad for so long, you have no idea.”  

There’s something true and well pathetic about the yearning that wells up inside of your gut and settles itself in your sternum. It spreads and grows and tangles in your ribs, curls around the vessels of your heartbeat. The kind of yearning that makes your whole being tremble, makes you want to preen and sing like a canary. It’d be good if time stood still so he could fuck you infintely - never being able to go where you can’t reach.  

You rock against him and Hajime holds you steady like always. His voice drops down to murmur - speaking with alarming clarity. You’re teary from the sound of his voice.  

“Let’s cum together,” He offers as reprieve, so sweet despite the harsh grip on your hips as he draws your weight down closer to him. You’re suddenly conscious of your choice in clothes - how thin the fabric of your shorts really as as the rough outline of his cock presses against the seam. You’re glad you didn’t wear underwear “And then I’ll make you cum again. I’ll take care of you,”  

“You always take care of me,” You say with no awareness of your surroundings. He laughs breathlessly. ‘ 

“Yeah..since it’s you, it’s easy.”  

You go wide-eyed but don’t get a minute to dissect. Not bothering to unbutton his jeans, you gape at the hard outline of his cock confined in black boxers. his  He picks you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as your spine touches the carpet of your living room floor. You make a surprised noise as you’re let down gently. He doesn’t unfurl you from him. You spark back to life as his lips meet yours again chastely. The complaint you had dies on your lips when he trails down your jaw again. His voice is next to your ear, sinfully rough - warm breath tickling your skin. His teeth tug on your ear lobe and you shiver.  

“Tell me if it’s too much,”  

You don’t get a chance to ask about it.  

The sudden motion of his hard cock rutting and humping against your sticky, wet cunt punches the air of out of your lungs.  

There’s only a single layer of wet fabric keeping him from fucking you.  The very idea makes your pussy throb unhelpfully. You understand all of a sudden that this was what he meant about wanting to make you cum. But it’s Hajime, your Hajime - so making you do any work wouldn’t cut it. Humping you in missionary of all things like he’s already inside you.  

The thought overwhelms and you gasp.  

You don’t recognize the sound of your own voice, so high and pitchy with need. Pure pornography. But there’s no camera for you perform for, nothing but Hajime above with with a heavy gaze. Your spine arches at the sensation once it hits its stride, the angle of friction just right. The indirect touches makes your core throb. Your clit has been achingly sensitive for so long, and the release of tension in a single thrust is enough to make you shudder each time. It feels like you’ve been holding the feeling in your entire life. You wheeze his name out brokenly as he does it again - a sharp thrust, precise enough to be perfect like he already knows you that well.  

Your lower body feels week as the arousal starts to climb to a steady chorus. You pant for him like a bitch in heat.  

He’s not inside you but the smack of his hips against yours makes you feel like you’re getting fucked anyways. You imagine how it’ll feel when he really fucks you and can’t see straight after the fact. Each little movement spreads precum along your shorts, already wet with your own arousal. The friction of the damp fabric makes you cry out from pleasure,  animalistic with need. Your nails dig into his biceps as he kisses you all over, wherever he can possible reach. Along your neck, shoulders, collarbones chest. Any place he has accsess.  

You want him so fucking deep it’s frustrating, want him up to your throat - but the lack of direct touch makes you want him more desperately. And it makes it feel so, so good. The kind of pleasure that’s dull and throbbing but makes something in your spine go alight, like shoving your thumb into a bruise. You want Hajime to press himself into you hard enough to make the healed dull yellows vibrant purple and red all over again.  

You gasp helplessly each time he rocks his hips into you. He’s whispering such filth against your ear, into your mouth each time you kiss and you can’t reply with anything but his name. He praises you each time anyway, goads you into saying it again. Again and again and again until you can’t find your own voice.  

“Say it again,” Hoarse, punctuated by another thrust that nearly drives you over the edge and makes your eyes go wide. “Say my name again, baby”  

“Hajime.” So you say it- can’t think of any substitute since you’re not sure god would suffice. Locked between you in the warm sticky air is just Hajime, all yours.  

Every muscle in your body starts to lock up as you hit the final stride to your orgasm. You want to cum so badly for him and only him. All over his cock in any way he’ll light you. The thought pushes you over the edge. Over and over and over until you hang over the precipice of your own orgasm. When it hits, it hits like a crash of thunder on open plain. Like suddenly everything in you that’s every been grounded in Earth is scattered with sparks, skating and careening across your body. You feel him in the fiber of your being. Your toes curl at the sudden release, not able to voice a warning that isn’t just a soft gargle in the back of your throat. He doesn’t stop or stutter in his motion, instead gripping your hips tight as he can while lets you run through your high - nothing but praise and affection.  

You can feel him more than you can see him cum along with you. Sticky, hot seed flowing in spurts as his dick twitches for you - his ragged breathing covering your skin in goosebumps. You moan at the warm sensation drenching your poor, covered pussy and find the load to be wasted though you feel contented anyway. 

 You’re barely sane enough to catch your breath, but he eventually lets you down - though you can’t keep from hugging him. You pull back to look at each other.  

You brush the sweat matted hair away from his forehead with a lovesick sigh and giggle. He looks down at you with a grin, pressing his forehead to yours with.  

“Can’t believe I came in my pants like a teenager,” He says through a laugh.  

“It’s like making up for lost time,” You say warmly, all floaty. “Plus, the way you were fucking me but not fucking me…definitely a man. It was really hot, you know?”  

He groans. “I’ll get riled up again.”  

You smile at him. “Let’s fuck lots for your birthday, Hajime.”  

“Is that the present you mentioned earlier?”  

You pretend to think on it. “Mm..no. Not just the sex, anyway.” 

He looks at you confused as you lean in closer to him. “It’s safe so there’s no condoms anywhere in this apartment, unless you wanna go stop to get some.”  

He gives you a blown out look of lust with a soft breath, voice bordering a growl. “As if I’d make it through the door now.”  

You laugh helplessly happy and kiss him. “Happy birthday.” And then a little quieter. “I love you.”  

He softens visibly but doesn’t say anything else. You don’t need to hear him to know.  

You think the spare copy of your keys might make him cry. So you decide you’ll give it to him later. 

 The clock hasn’t hit midnight yet, anyhow. You have plenty of time.  

Now and always.  

[solarecliipse]

habits’

tsukishima, oikawa, osamu, asahi, kenma x reader (separately). english is not my first language, hope you enjoy :).

tsukishima has always been really observant, that’s how he know what to say to get in anyone’s nerves, except with you he tries to notice everything, not just the things that make you feel bad. that’s why when he notices how you are always forgetting your things he starts to double check every time you leave a place, that so if you forgot something he can take it and give it to you later. and it’s surprising to him how you can forget your phone, or your sweater, or even your backpack? anyways, he’ll keep on double checking and, of course, tease you for forgetting before giving your things back.

oikawa knows you have stationary allergies, and that’s why he starts to take tissues, a nasal irrigator, and whatever meds that may help you, be it eyedrops or pills, and at first you think of it as a coincidence that he always has tissues when that season starts, but after some days you figure out he is worried and keeps all those things with him whenever he’s around you, but when you confront him about it he’ll probably say mattsun has allergies too or whatever, all while he blushes a bit and smiles cockily.

osamu quickly realizes you don’t like unagi at all, because anytime he gives you some of his food he wants to see if you like it, and every time you try anything with unagi your face will get this little frown, and at first he thinks maybe you don’t like his cooking—and thinks of giving up his dream—, but later notices the pattern and so starts to make sure he only gives you plates that don’t include it, even purposefully eating all the unagi nigiri if you go on a date and are served some.

asahi knows how much you like to solve sudokus and word searches, and knows for a fact you can finish a book of them in some days, that’s why he starts to look for them at sakanoshita’s market anytime he passes by, and if he gifts them to you when he notices you have finished the one you currently have; he even starts to try and help you solve them, but he thinks he isn’t as skilled as you are, like how are you so fast? and why do you look so good while solving them?

kenma notices that you’re having a hard time with chemistry, and even has listened to you rant about how it is affecting your whole average score, the problem is, he isn’t really that good either, doesn’t consider himself a good teacher at all, but he loves you so much he gets to an agreement with kuroo that he’ll train with him and bokuto some extra time the next training camp if he gives you tutoring, and of course kuroo would’ve been eager to do it anyways, but hey, thanks to you now kenma will be bound to practice more!

[skztrashinthebuilding]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YAHABA AND MATSUKAWA

Happy birthday to Mr. Funeral Home Employee and Mr. Sports Instructor

[seiwas]

cw: suggestive, just iwaizumi being hot in a muscle tee, use of 'baby', sweat, unedited sawry (this is my pure carnal desire for this man)

iwaizumi hasn’t worn a muscle tee in years—

it hangs off him like a singular piece of cloth, haphazardly cut to show off as much skin as possible. slutty, the way mattsun and makki had intended for it to look when they gifted it to him in his third year of college.

which, to be fair, maybe he was one—a slut, that is. whoring himself out completely with those ‘subtle’, ‘lowkey’ thirst trap instagram stories on his fitness account. the way his skin flushed a darker peach after your joint gym days was always borderline inappropriate, the strands of his hair sticking up in what you could easily mistake as sweat-matted sex hair.

iwaizumi’s muscle tee days are well associated with him being the image of absolute sin.

but it was all for you anyway: the instagram stories he set on ‘close friends’ only, the hours he kept free so he could align his gym schedule to yours—

“oh! that’s perfect!” you beam at him, your smile completely unaware.

“yeah. it all worked out…” he casually brushes it off.

—it was oikawa's idea in the first place.

"you have to sell yourself better iwa-chan," the brunet whines over the phone.

and so he did; followed every embarrassing idea oikawa came up with, posed and posted in ways extremely un-iwaizumi, and stocked up on muscle tees. a lot of them. only for him to be called—

"simp," oikawa snorts on the call. iwaizumi groans, rolling his eyes.

—"baby," you stop dead in your tracks, your breath on hold.

yeah, he thinks, it was all worth it because this is what you call him now.

"is that—?" you inch closer, mouth falling slightly open. he thinks there are stars in your eyes as you ask, "are you wearing—?"

oh.

iwaizumi looks down at the muscle tee hanging off his body and feels a little bit exposed. he just came from the gym and he hasn't worn a muscle tee in years, his collection of them having dwindled over time. the only reason he kept this one is because of its sentimental value, and the fact that it came from makki and mattsun.

compression shirts are his thing now, which you approve of very much, but you're both in the middle of moving, and some of his clothes are still in boxes.

you approach him slowly, "is this a comeback?" the smirk on your face grows when you reach him, your hands fiddling with the fabric.

this is the same muscle tee he was wearing the first time you told him you loved him.

he moves away before you can come any closer.

"sweaty," he scrunches his nose as he takes your hands into his, kissing your fingertips.

you scoff, pressing yourself right into his chest, "even better."

your hands cling to his sides, slipping underneath the damp cotton of his muscle tee as you rake your fingers down planes of taut muscle. he shivers, breath hitching as the heat travels up his body, flushing the sides of his neck deep peach.

you peer up at him and grin, placing small pecks at the areas of his collarbone that peek through.

fucking—

his hands grip your waist, keeping you in place as he tilts his head low, lips grazing just the tip of your ear.

"don't tease," he warns, voice low and hoarse, but his hands show no signs of moving away.

notes: i would like to thank @pastelle-rabbit for asking me the hardest question of all time, otherwise this little blurb wouldn't exist