#the seijoh four are so brutal and i love it

[theheightofdishonor]

Bahaha not this story based on irl Oikawa hangers Where can I get one

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moving in — seijoh 4 x gn! reader

it’s been exactly two weeks since you’ve made the decision of moving in with your best friends, and so far, everything’s been a bit better than you expected.

when the idea was first pitched to you, you admit, you thought it was a very poorly written out joke shared over a few beers and the pitiful nostalgia of graduating— you were wrong.

they were alarmingly serious about this.

“just a few months ‘til we all head off for college.” hanamaki told you, his arm casually over your shoulder and you’ve known him long enough to know that pushing him off is futile.

“then do it without me.” you said, a lazy smile on your face as you continued to walk. “i’ll visit literally every day.”

“no, you won’t,” matsukawa said, his words laced with a soft chuckle, “you don’t ever go anywhere without being physically dragged off.”

“you don’t understand,” you smiled, “i have such a lovely room.”

iwaizumi fell next to you, his voice blunt, “you can have the biggest room.”

“that’s not entirely better.” you shrugged.

“at least think about it,” oikawa told you, his charming smile coating his tone and you found a bit of warmth in the reserved gaze you realize he only had for you, “for me.”

“as if that’s the selling point, shittykawa!”

“i am always the selling point, iwa-chan!”

you ignored their usual banter, moving away from the four as you quickened your steps and you sighed. “i’ll think about it.”

you don’t miss the shared grins they all give each other, knowing you well enough to understand that they’ve successfully wore you down and before you knew it, you were signing a lease to a four bedroom loft that you were lucky enough to afford.

it didn’t feel weird or anything, you’ve known these guys since forever and more, really the only problem you’ve had with this was the fact that you knew how much of a slob they’d all be to live with — not that you were any better — but hey, surely you were neater than four sweaty athletes.

which brings you to where you are now; just a few weeks after graduating from aoba johsai and barely even a few days since getting comfortable in your new temporary apartment.

you figured it was better than you expected.

hanamaki’s nice to keep around. he’s almost always just lounging in front of the tv, sometimes a controller in his hands, most of the time, his fingers running through his short trimmed hair as he shifts over numerous college application essays.

you’ve found yourself waking up at three am a few times to get yourself a cup of water only to see him to have fallen asleep on the coffee table with folders and envelopes around him.

sometimes you’d sit with him, sometimes you’d wake him up to help him trudge to his bed. either way, he’d always end up pulling your head close, giving you a quick kiss on the temple as he sleepily mumbles something along the lines of “thank you” or “good night”.

iwaizumi’s somewhat the same; buried in college prep and sorting through plane tickets as he made the ever so impressive decision to take his future abroad. you’d told him numerous times how proud he made you and he’d always give you back the warm grin he seemed to have reserved just for you.

he isn’t the last one you see off to bed, but he’s always the first to get up in the morning. no matter what time you wake up, he’s already there in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee (much to your dismay since his blend is a tad bit bitter to your liking but you’ve never had the heart to tell him that).

(though truth be told, ever since iwaizumi found out you woke up at the crack of dawn, he’d begrudgingly fallen into the habit of waking up before you just so he could make you coffee before seeing you off for the day.

he hates waking up that early.

but he does like the smile you give him when you walk out the door.)

you spend the most time with matsukawa. his schedule was freer than the rest of the boys so if you ever needed to go anywhere, he’d already be there to insist that he came with you.

he’d pick you up from your day job, a lazy grin encasing his face the minute he sees you from the car window— you looked tired, worn out from the ruthless retail, and though he couldn’t say that to your face, he sure is glad he’d have an excuse to take you for coffee before heading home.

oikawa’s the busiest. his taxing schedule now so much worse after his decision to go to argentina. (you told him you’d miss him, he told you you didn’t have to, and begged you to try and fit in his luggage.) all that aside, you barely got to see him; you’d wake up finding him already gone for the day, and come home to him passed out on the couch.

some nights he’d come home later than you, too tired to know which is left or right, and more than once, he’d end up in your room, clocking out the second he crashes on your bed.

you don’t push him off, you never had the heart to. you missed him. not that you’d ever say it to his face, but he hasn’t even left for college and you were already missing him.

it’s a sunday morning— one of the few times a week all of you had a free day, and normally you’d all just end up sleeping in, most days you’d get up and enjoy breakfast with the other four, but when the bed felt too warm and too peaceful, you’d rather just waste the day away in your room.

a pair of arms pull you out of your sleep, your head softly falling against someone’s chest and you blink— you went to bed alone last night.

“what the hell, shittykawa!” you yell, sitting up and pushing him off of you.

oikawa groans, having just been brutally woken up, he pouts, “... you spend too much time with iwa-chan, you sound exactly like him.”

“go sleep in your own room!”

“but — you have the softest bed!”

“no?” matsukawa says, leaning on your door frame looking like he’d just woken up. his voice is groggy, almost annoyed, “i have the softest bed.”

oikawa pushes you away, ignoring your groans as he laid back on your mattress and he says, smile wide, “that’s not true— feel this.”

matsukawa narrows his eyes, walking up to him without even acknowledging your constant complaints of ‘no! do not feel this, go away!’

he sits on the edge of your bed, taking a second before falling on his back and taking in your white comforters.

“what the fuck?” he says, “what the hell, why do you have the softest bed?”

“because i’m me.” you tell them both, rolling your eyes as you realize that you probably won’t be getting your bed back anytime soon.

hanamaki walks in barely a moment later, his hand tiredly rubbing his left eye as he yawns away the last of his sleep.

he blinks, unsure what to make out of the scene in front of him. matsukawa and oikawa pulled on your duvet, pushing each other off every second as they fought on who got a bigger part of the blanket, and you, well — you had your head propped up on your headboard, muttering under your breath as you tried to push the two off your mattress.

“what’s going on?” he asks, a smile already forming on his face as he recognized the early morning chatter.

you look up, eyes brightening at the sight of hanamaki, he was going to help you.

“makki! my love!” you yelped, “get them out of my room, please.”

“no. makki will not.” matsukawa grins, “did you know this is the softest bed in the apartment?”

hanamaki frowns, “i have the softest bed in the apartment.”

oikawa grins, “feel this!”

you take it back. oikawa tooru might not make it to argentina after all, not when you were going to kill him in cold blood after this.

before you could even protest, oikawa pushes you more to the side, clearing some space for hanamaki who (so traitorously) plopped down on his side beside you.

“what the fuck,” he says, eyes widening as he moved around for a more comfortable position.

matsukawa nods, “that’s what i said too.”

“why do you have the softest bed?” oikawa groans, “we’re the ones who play volleyball— we’re basically sore all the time.”

you blink, “i was sleeping.”

they ignore you.

“you want the bed?” you ask, getting up from your mattress, and you glare. “fine. keep it.”

“wait, we were just joki—”

you ignore what they were going to say, slamming your door on your way out, and you curse under your breath every step of the way to the room right across from yours.

iwaizumi’s room. somewhere cold, peaceful, quiet. you ought to remind him to keep his door locked, but right now, as you stood by his doorway, drowsy and almost desperate to go back to sleep, you’re thankful he doesn’t.

you don’t say another word, walking directly up to his bedside and plopping down on the open space next to him.

he stirs, and you take his movement with a sigh.

“move.” you tell him, a pillow in hand and he looks up at you with sleep plastered on his face.

iwaizumi does as you say, moving deeper into his side and he yawns, “what’re you doing?”

“we are going to sleep.” you tell him, snuggling deeper in his covers as you got yourself comfortable.

you look at him, “unless you want to join those three idiots outside.”

iwaizumi ignores the warmth coming up on his face, pushing his pulsing heart aside, he shrugs, throwing an arm over you, and he mutters, “not even gonna ask what happened.”

(you fall back asleep quick after that, but that doesn’t last long as iwaizumi’s door opens again, oikawa going on and on with complaints about how iwaizumi was obviously your favorite, matsukawa barely caring as he pushes past him and just crashes in between you both and hanamaki declaring a dog pile as he so ruthlessly jumps on top of you.

it was horrible.

you wouldn’t have it any other way with them.)

[rocorambles]

I'm am an utter Seijoh w h o r e thank you for asking 😌

I've always loved the idea of the Seijoh Third years au during the purge, going out into it as a unit to track down their darling (either manager or just someone they collectively have their eyes on) and bringing her back to their place for the worst best night of her life. Mattsun's horse cock, cockwarming in her throat while Makki and Iwaizumi make use of the rest of her. (I am wildly into double vaginal penetration)

And oikawa is manning the camera so they can remember this night for years to come. He can be patient, they waited all year right? He could wait an hour or two more. They have all night with her after all

YULI THE WAY THIS ASK HAD ME SCREAMING!!!! I needed to let it marinate in my inbox so I could do it justice and hopefully this lives up to your expectations~

Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Rape/Non-Con, Non-Con Video Recording, Degradation, Humiliation

Graduation is quickly approaching and it should be a time of excitement, celebration, maybe a tinge of sadness as the third-years prepare to move on with their lives and go on a new adventure. But all Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki feel is frustration. They had all jokingly taken bets on which of them you’d end up dating, although there’s nothing funny about how much each one of them cares for you and wishes more than anything else that it’s them that holds a special place in your heart. But they had been so sure that you must love one of them, no one else even in contention in their minds. So imagine their surprise when you reject all of them. 

You’d rather be alone than with any of them? 

That’s not an option and quite insulting as far as Oikawa is concerned and they panic, heatedly whispering and seething to each other as graduation draws nearer and nearer, as the end of their time with you threateningly approaches. 

But they have one saving grace and they impatiently wait, nonstop planning and scheming as they work out your special night, hopefully the first of many as the yearly purge also draws near, thankfully just before graduation. Really, they couldn’t have asked for better timing and it’s almost like even God is on their side. 

The purge isn’t something you’ve ever worried about much, not something that a normal person like you has much to fear and you plan on quietly spending it safely locked away at home as usual, knowing no one has it in for you, that there’s no reason for anyone to be actively trying to hunt you down. So terror lances through you when there’s pounding on your front door, when the locked doorknob rattles and shakes as someone attempts to twist it open, when the wood of your door creaks and shudders under the force of the person trying to break in. 

But suddenly there’s strangely familiar shouting and the noises stop and you stare with hopeful teary eyes, practically sprinting to fling open the door when you place the voice in your mind that’s softly urging you to open up and throwing yourself into the arms of the handsome captain. 

Maybe in hindsight you’ll wonder why you didn’t question what Oikawa and Iwaizumi were doing at your front door, but in the moment, shaken by what had just transpired, you obediently lace your fingers with Oikawa’s and let him tug you to his house, closely trailed by Iwaizumi who scans your surroundings, before letting Hanamaki and Matsukawa pull you into a group hug when the three of you safely return to Oikawa’s residence where the five of you will ride out the rest of the purge together. 

It should be comforting knowing that you’ll be with four of the strongest men you know and you do feel safe, at first, but you feel uneasy the longer the four of them unabashedly stare at you, hungrily looking at you as if you’re a piece of meat, tensing at the question Oikawa asks. 

“Why aren’t we good enough for you?” 

To be honest, you had thought it was a joke when one by one, all four men had asked you out privately and it wasn’t until afterwards when you saw the genuine hurt on their faces when you turned them down that you realized all of them had been serious. It’s flattering. It really is. They’re handsome and athletic and you know most of the female population at Aoba Johsai would kill to be with any of them, let alone have all four interested in them. But you aren’t most of the female population and dating just wasn’t in your current plans. 

You flinch at the harsh scoff Matsukawa directs at you. 

“You’re not like most women? So this doesn’t make you feel anything?”

You screech as he abruptly slips a hand down the front of his pants and pulls out his cock in broad view for everyone to look, your hands trying to cover your face, but Iwaizumi’s hands grab your wrists from behind and Hanamaki’s hand on your face forces you to really take in the view in front of you. 

And what a view it is. 

You had heard rumors about just how massive Matsukawa is and you can now attest to the fact they aren’t just rumors and despite the blaring alarms in your head, you can’t look away, mouth going dry at the sight, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the tall blocker who mockingly laughs at you. 

“I thought you weren’t like most women? If you want it that much, I’ll give it to you.” 

You don’t have time to register what’s happening until you’re being shoved down to your knees by Hanamaki, face forcefully being squished against the cock, nose having no choice but to inhale Matsukawa’s musky scent, upper body splayed across Matsukawa’s lap while your ass is raised high in the air behind you. Your hands desperately try to scramble for purchase, trying to lift yourself up and away from your humiliating position, but they’re pulled back behind you once again by Iwaizumi and tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes as Matsukawa mockingly rubs and smears his shaft all over you, beads of pre-cum being rubbed all over your face.

“Now open up and don’t bite, otherwise you really won’t like what we do to you.” 

And you believe him, already terrified of what they have in store for you, hopelessness and helplessness flooding through you and keeping you docile when you register just how little you can do against all four of them, when sinking realization that even if you did miraculously escape them, there’d be no hope for you out alone during the purge. 

What choice do you have? 

So you listen, hoping that if you play along with their sick and twisted game, they’ll let you off the hook more easily, that you can just toughen up and get through this one night and flee far far far away from these monsters once the morning arrives. And you open your mouth, nausea roiling through you as Matsukawa’s tip slides past your pursed lips, his girth achingly stretching your mouth, his length bringing a new wave of tears to your eyes as your throat is completely violated, breathing becoming shallow as you desperately inhale as much as you can through your nose as your head is continuously shoved down, throat and eyes fluttering at how agonizing the feeling is when he finally bottoms out inside of you. 

Matsukawa laughs at the way your body wildly flails for oxygen, groaning at the way your mouth vibrates with your screams and your throat convulses when he cruelly pinches your nose shut with his fingers and it becomes an awful game of push and pull as he alternates between releasing and pinching, enjoying how much control he has over your body and your life. 

But you have more to worry about than just the man in front of you and you’re rudely reminded of that as a body slips underneath you from behind, hands holding your thighs in place as bodies move behind you. And you incoherently scream, unintelligible babble and gargles from around Matsukawa’s cock indicating just how stressed and panicked you feel as two objects grind and rub against your pussy. 

They’re not going to fit. They’re not going to fit. They’re not going to-

Your eyes go impossibly wide, body going rigid in shock and despair, mind trying to cope with the excruciating pain as two cocks insistently press against your tight opening, slowly, but surely bullying their way in, and a high-pitched keening scream pierces the room as your walls are brutally stretched wide, body feeling broken just from the two well-endowed men bottoming out inside of you. 

But your mind completely shatters when they begin to move, Iwaizumi painfully pulling your arms almost of their socket as he pistons in and out of you at a feral pace, Hanamaki forcing you to bounce up and down on his cock, jeeringly slapping your ass as your globes jiggle in front of him. And you don’t even know who or what you are anymore as your pussy and mouth are ravaged, used as little more than two convenient holes, pain and humiliation blinding you, and something far more terrifying beginning to bubble just below the surface as Hanamaki’s hand slides between your legs to play with your clit. 

You don’t like this. There’s no way you like this. You can’t feel good. 

But Hanamaki is insistent on making sure growing pleasure entangles you in its grasp, smirking at the way your pussy undeniably begins to clench, the way your hips begin to move on their own, the way arousal begins to drench both their cocks, the way beautiful wanton moans begin to fill the air. 

They love you after all. What fun would it be if they didn’t make sure you felt good too? And sure, maybe it’ll hurt a bit in the beginning, but you were made for this, made for them, and your body will get used to it, adjust for them. 

Oikawa watches in fascination, hand palming his own raging erection as he observes everything from the video camera filming, unknown to you. And it takes every bit of self-control not to join the fray, not to make use of that tight puckered hole of yours that’s so lonely and unused. But his time will come. The time will come when you’ll know what it feels like for every single hole to be stuffed full. The time will come when he’ll know every inch and crevice of all your holes personally. 

But for now he can sit back and watch as his peers break you in, as he secures the footage that will tie you to them forever. Because even when the purge ends, this video will still exist and he’ll have no qualms about sending it to any university you hope to run away to after graduation if you don’t forget about your far fetched thoughts and stay by their side where you belong. 

Did you really think they didn’t know about your silly selfish plans to stray as far from Miyagi as possible, as far from them as possible? 

It’s almost enough to make him completely lose his temper, the thought of you escaping them. But he reminds himself that it didn’t happen, that it won’t happen. And with that comforting piece of knowledge, he carefully adjusts the camera, zooming in on your tear and drool stained face and the way your pussy gapes wide as the two cocks relentlessly drill in and out of you. 

[jinkicake]

Hit It Until It Breaks

Rough sex with our favorite, Oikawa Tooru! 

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Bon appétit anon ^.~ If it has not been stated before, I love Oikawa. I live and breathe for Oikawa. I will not tolerate ANY Oikawa/Seijoh slander because I am the President of the Oikawa Defense Club. Anyways I love him, he’s my sweet innocent baby who just wants to play volleyball and too many people take him for granted. This man could and would beat Goku, keep that in mind. Thank you, rant over.

SMUT. 

WC- 1,306

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“Pay attention to me.” Oikawa whines from across the couch, you're too focused on your computer assignment to even glance at him. “(Y/N)-chan I haven’t seen you all weekend.” He only continues to press further, rolling over to cuddle into your side. His warm chocolate eyes fall on your earrings dangling right in front of him and it makes a smirk appear on his face. “Baby.” He sighs and lightly grips the earring, ignoring the way you tense, before gently tugging on it. This causes a soft moan to fly past your lips, one so quiet that you think Oikawa didn’t hear it. 

He did.

The setter only watches with hawk eyes when he tugs on it again, hoping to get your attention once more. He watches as you shiver and glance over at him, your eyes clouded with a familiar look he knows all too well.

“Ah,” Oikawa teases, grabbing the end of the earring with his teeth before gently tugging again. “do you like that baby? Like when I tug on your little earring.” His endearing chuckle causes your face to heat up, but you remain your focus on the computer. “Oh?” Oikawa watches you, mildly entertained by the way you continue to ignore him. This time he bites on the shell of your ear, hard.

The loud moan that leaves your lips at this is not something you can hide. You instantly slap your palm to your mouth and Oikawa feels the blood rushing straight to his dick. In the moment of shock you’re left there reeling, Oikawa closes your laptop and brings you directly onto his lap. His lips kiss at your neck, sucking harshly wherever he felt was necessary.

“T-Tooru I need to do-“

“Shut up and take it.” The way he practically growled in your ear has you melting against him, whimpering when his tongue runs over the marks he left on you. You turn your head to capture his lips but Oikawa only turns away cheekily. “You’ll get a kiss after you’re done.” The smirk on his face and the hand pushing you on your knees has your jaw-dropping. You’re not used to seeing your boyfriend like this but, damn are you glad you finally are.

Oikawa busy himself while you slowly sink to your knees, he removes his semi-hard cock from his shorts and his squeezes the tip with his fist. You can’t help your tongue coming out to wet your lips as you stare at the lower half of this man.

“Let me hold your hair for you baby.” Oikawa coos, gently wrapping your hair in his fist, the sweet words send a spark straight to your core. His fluffy head tilts back as you lean forward and wrap your lips around his head, sucking lightly before you take more of him in your mouth. While hollowing out your cheeks you find a steady rhythm and your fist continues to pump the portion your mouth can’t reach. You didn’t even notice you closed your eyes until they snap open when Oikawa thrust into your mouth. Your eyes widen at the burning sensation in your throat and tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you glare up at him.

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but, something tells me you like it rough.” A dark look passes on Oikawa’s face and you roll your eyes before swallowing around him again, irritation pricks your skin because he is undoubtedly right. “That's my girl.” Oikawa uses his hand in your hair to set the new pace and he practically fucks your face, grinning at the way you gag around him. “Good girl, such a good girl.” His praises only make you whine, the muffled sound vibrating around his hard cock. The pit in his stomach only deepens.

“Shit, okay.” Oikawa pulls you off of him and you can’t help but watch with glee at how out of breath he is. “I only cum in my little slut, don’t I?” 

You move back up on his lap and gasp when one of his hands strike your behind, Oikawa easily swallows the gasp when he presses his lips to yours. His large hands repeatedly smack your ass before rubbing circles to soothe the sensitive skin. 

“You like that.” He breathes against your lips and the smirk on his face only grows larger when his fingers creep into your shorts and meet your soaked entrance. You pout as he laughs lowly and watch with wide eyes when he brings his fingers back up to your mouth. “Suck, get yourself ready.”

Oikawa’s eyes are trained on your mouth, the way your lips circle around his fingers, he can’t help but focus on how warm your mouth is. He gently eases his fingers out of your mouth before bringing them back down to your, now, exposed heat. The pads of his fingers softly circle your clit before moving lower to thrust into you roughly. The tall man memorizes your every reaction before smacking your ass again with his other hand.

“You always looked like you liked stuff like this.” His fingers continue to thrust in and out of you, you can only whimper and you rest your face in the crook of his neck. “I always knew my sweet girl had a naughty side to her.”

Oikawa retracts his fingers and grips your hips.

“I want to try something different (Y/N).” Your eyes fill with nervousness and Oikawa is quick to gently kiss the concern off your face. “You’ll like it I promise baby.”

That’s how you found yourself on all fours, moaning loudly every time Oikawa thrusts into you. The pace he has set is brutal and besides the noises of you getting wrecked, slaps are echoing throughout the room. 

“How do you feel baby? How do you like it?” Oikawa’s tone is soft but his actions are anything but that as he curls over you, resting one of his hands over your own while the other reaches down to rub your clit. “Tell me.”

“O-oh Tooru,” You stretch out his name dramatically, unable to think, unable to focus on anything else other than his fingers caressing your clit.

“With the way you’re clenching around me you’re almost there aren’t you? I can feel it, be a good girl for me, baby, give into me.” His hips continue to drill into you as his length reaches deeper and deeper inside of you, your head fogging over. His fingers pick up the pace and with each stroke of his hips, you come closer and closer to the edge. “Come on baby, you can do it.” His encouraging words cause you to tense up and Oikawa squeezes his hand over yours. 

“Please? For daddy.” He whispers and with a chill running down your spine you come undone, your arms giving out and you’re inches away from eating the mattress but Oikawa is quick to use one of his arms to hold you up. His fingers continue to circle your clit and his breathing becomes stuttered as his thrusts become overwhelming. “Fuck, I just love you (Y/N).” With a loud groan his hips still and you whimper at the feeling of his cum sputtering inside of you, your walls painted white. Oikawa flops down beside you and wraps his arms around you, lightly kissing your cheek and brushing your hair from your face. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?” 

“It was perfect Tooru, I love you.” You smile gently and turn towards him, lightly pressing your lips to his. “But we should take a bath together.” Oikawa pulls back to look at your face and his heart swells at the sight of you in front of him, utterly spent.

“Anything for you baby.”

It really shouldn’t come as a surprise, to anyone, that you have Oikawa Tooru wrapped around your little finger.

[lots-o-stuff]

IwaOi Headcannons

This is honestly my OTP over everything but I thinks it’s just me loving Iwaizumi, anyway

How they got together:

A lot of people say that Oikawa is the one that was pining for Iwaizumi but I honestly think it’d be the opposite

Oikawa has his fan club who he is ‘friends’ with so Iwa’s flirting would be completely ignored as Oikawa’s heard it all before

So iwa’s pining after oikawa reluctantly and I don’t think Oikawa would notice at all, I think the person who noticed it first was Matsukawa

So Matsukawa noticed Iwa’s poor attempt at flirting and probably told Hanamaki which then turned to them confronting poor Iwa-chan

Iwaizumi of course completely denied any crush to do with Oikawa until Matsuhana offered to help

I like to think that the three of them came up with a big elaborate plan involving making Oikawa jealous

The plan fails horribly and it ends in Iwaizumi just straight up confessing

Oikawa is so stunned that he just stands there until he throws himself at Iwa-chan and kisses him

At this point Makki and Mattsun have left the scene

After about 15 minutes of just talking and figuring things out they are officially a couple

Start of their relationship:

at the beginning of their relationship no one knows except the Seijoh third years

PDA is a NO GO, funnily enough that was Oikawa’s rule, he was scared of how people would react to him being in a gay relationship

Iwaizumi is ok with this especially because he himself isn’t a big fan of PDA

plus he wants oikawa too feel safe in the relationship

But when it’s behind closed doors? AFFECTION EVERYWHERE get your mind out of the gutter not like that

These two will not let go of eachother, they are hugging, kissing and just generally touching each other

When all the third years hung out at each others place it was constant teasing between the four with Makki and Mattsun being BRUTAL

The four of them are just constantly exposing each other

They go on secret dates that mainly consist of Oikawa dragging Iwaizumi out of bed at 3 in the morning to look at the stars and spot aliens

Even though Iwa complains about how late it is he secretly loves it and refuses to let go of Oikawa’s hand

How everyone found out:

It’s all really sweet and the two are really happy 

The volleyball team notice that they are a lot happier but refuse to say anything

because A) Iwaizumi is scary, and B) Oikawa is annoying

About two months into hiding their relationship, Iwaizumi gets sick, as in really sick

He isn’t at school or practice for over a week and Oikawa can’t go over because his parents and Iwa don’t want him to get sick

At this point they have told their parents who are supportive of their relationship but a weary in case they break up because they don’t want them to lose their friendship

after being away from school and Oikawa so long, Iwa shows up to one of their morning practices for that week

He forgot to tell Oikawa so as he enters the Gym, Oikawa throws himself onto Iwa-chan and kisses him….. In front of the whole team

Makki and Mattsun are losing it laughing and the rest of the team are either extremely confused, flustered or screaming

by the end of the day the whole school knows because the team cannont keep their mouth shut

If you want any specific requests or NSFW stuff don’t be afraid to ask, I’m also happy to do x reader!!