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iwa iwa iwa iwa! :(((

iwa who teaches you to touch yourself :(

iwa who’s there to coax you through it, telling you how hard your cute little clit is for him as you sit help on his lap, forced to look at your nude form sat atop him, trembling cunt stuffed with two of your own fingers :(

“god, baby.” he coos. “you’re so turned on. so ready to cum.”

he whispers it against your neck, sucking on the soft skin with a proud, teasing smile.

he can feel you dripping on his fingers but he won't put them in yet. oh no, no, no - not when he has this perfect opportunity to watch his baby make herself cum for the first time.

iwaizumi whose steely eyes soften at your desperate, mewling attempts - hastily pumping your fingers into your own dripping entrance, tearfully trying to make yourself cum. 

“such a pretty pussy. and all mine.” he plants a kiss at the shell of your ear. “she’s mine, right cutie? that’s how i know what she needs. ‘m gonna teach you what she needs okay, angel?”

your mouth falls open, lips swollen from how much he’s kissed you - a distressed whine falling from you lips. 

 “can’t - haji. m’ fingers aren’t like yours!” you sob weakly, pussy walls squeezing pathetically around the thin digits inside you.

he chuckles a bit - you are right in a way.

his thick fingers, calloused but so, so experienced with massaging and feeling every inch of your body - they could make you come undone in seconds.

he’d be lying if he said it didn’t appeal to him; head swimming with the image of you as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto his hand.

but he wants to see you draw yourself to that euphoria.

“you can. baby you’re so beautiful on your little fingers. go on, add another. my perfect girl.”

“haji’ i can’t! ‘s embarrassing!!”

iwaizumi who ignores your plea, unfurling your small hand with his own sturdy one and making you rock your grinding hips onto a third, trembling finger. who thumbs your tears away before his hands return down your body to your hips.

“shh. nothing to be embarrassed about.” he gives a low, handsome chuckle - the type you can feel through his chest and his thumbs massage your hip bones. “don’t f’rget to thumb that clit, baby - she needs attention too.”

iwaizumi who kisses your cheek while all your pretty head can think of is how good his lips would feel attending to the wet, hard little bud rather than the sloppy, inexperienced circles of your now wet thumb.

“h-haji!” you sob, hips grinding into filthy little rolls trying to create some kind of friction on iwaizumi’s sturdy lap. but his hands keep you locked in place in front of the mirror.

“iwaaaaa - s’ not fair!” you sniffle, voice breaking pathetically at your attempts to thrust your fingertips onto that innermost gooey spot. you kick your legs like a petulant child but that only makes him tighten his hold on you, his heavy body restraining you. your lips let out a whine, only able to move your wrist and hand, back and forth into your precious folds.

“don’t do that, baby. stay still and look at yourself, angel. that tender little cunt - my baby’s gonna make it cream.”

“can’t like this - iwa, i can’t, I can’t—! i just need you to touch it , please-!” you wail. the stimulation in your pussy is teetering on too much and too little and it’s drivingyouinsane.

iwaizumi who sighs followed by a little chuckle.

“okay baby. if you’re that lost… let me give you a little help.”

you sob, expecting your boyfriend’s fingers to slip inside you and relieve your fruitless efforts when instead one hand wraps around your wrist, the other pulling back you thigh to widen you more -

oh, fuck

iwaizumi who plunges your own fingers deeper and deeper and then back out; fuckfuck-no ‘s toomuch, ‘s toomuch!

the knot in your stomach tightens when he pushes your fingers into something that makes you cry out. something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it. he won’t slow down - whywon’theslowdown?!

“rub that little clit and keep hitting that spot nice and fast. that’s it. so good for me, baby, you’re almost there.”

iwaizumi who looks with proud eyes as you gasp and spread your digits inside your own tight walls.

you both sit watching the reflection of you pussy in the mirror as it flutters around your fingers. you melt against him, unable to stop moving your fingers - he just won’t let you! :(((

“haji,,, haji - wait! wait - lemme stop!”

“it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re so close. just a little more…”

“no! no you don’t ‘nderstand - you don’ - it feels funny, iwa - iWA!” every fiber in your body wants to slow your fingers and squirm away but his hands is on yours again forcing your wrist in n’ out and you languish, the most wanton moans blending in with the schlick, schlick, schlick of your sloshy pussy.

“supposed to feel funny. Just let me help… you’re doing amazing, keep your hand like that - good g’rl…”

iwaizumi who growls and lets your other hand pat and pinch and roll your ‘hungry little clit.’ you squeeze your eyes shut.

“no, no baby. look’t me. look’t the mirror. your pretty pussy, she’s so ready to cream. don’t you want to see her do it for the first time by yourself. fuck, your legs are shaking.”

you open your eyes but the sight of the mirror is still blurred by tears as you sniffle out another desperate plea.

“ ‘jime! haji - haji- n’t gonna cum! n’t gonna cum! I’m not -!”

“yes you are sweetie. can smell how close you are. i know this pussy - you’re gonna make yourself get there I promise.”

“no, no!” you babble, desperate to move - “no Haji - ‘s not cum - ‘m gonna pee! feels like it - lemme stop i can’t hold it!”

iwaizumi who chuckles, knowing you’ll ruin yourself if you stop and he won’t let you - your fingers piston in onto that gushing bundle of nerves and he rubs your the lower part of your stomach.

“n-no, iwa, iwa - !”

“deep breath baby. enjoy it for me. you’re doing so good - make yourself let it out for me.”

and then you reach it - your whole body trembling while you thrash against him

iwaizumi who smiles, praises dropping from his mouth about how fucking pretty you look cumming for him - splattering translucent fluid all over the mirror and onto his pants with the most wrecked, tear-filled cry of “ha… ha-hajimeeeee!”

iwaizumi who loves the way you whimper when you come down, utterly overwhelmed and needy on his lap as his muscular form praises you with a smirk.

“did such a good job, baby. congratulations.”

(for @sookisaurus and @sems-diarie)

date headcanons

eita semi, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi and kiyoomi sakusa

eita semi

⭑ dates with semi are just vibing !!!

⭑ ideal date would probably be just to peruse around a record shop discus your fave albums and songs

⭑ coffee break after shopping and you’d take cute pictures with your sweet treats and your silly trinkets

⭑ i think peoples posts with their snacks and their sonny angels or calico critters or smiskis are so cute

⭑ he’d repost it on his story if you posted your date with your trinkets on insta !!!

⭑ song on story is from the album you bought too !!

⭑ n then you’d go home n listen to whatever album you bought at the record shop and just chat while holding hands and being silly <3

hajime iwaizumi

⭑ proud filo iwa believer !!!!!!!

⭑ he’d take you out to get filipino food !!! loves eating his childhood favorites with you <3

⭑ he’d let you eat the last piece of lumpia 🙏

⭑ i see him wanting to take a walk around a local park either in a comfortable silence as you just enjoy the others company or just mindlessly chatting about each others days

⭑ he makes sure you get home safe !! asks you to text him when you get home and then responds with how much fun he’s had today with you <3

keiji akaashi

⭑ bookstore frequenter !!!!!!

⭑ if you’re not a reader he gets it!! he’ll prolly ask if you find certain books interesting and get them and read them and let you know if he liked it

⭑ definitely reads out his favorite books to you if you’d allow it !!!!

⭑ per bookstore date tradition you always get coffee and a snack to fuel you for your walk around the bookstore !!!

⭑ very relaxing, feels like it’s just the two of you there, which it probably is but… what more could a man ask for !!? books, coffee and his lovely partner !!

kiyoomi sakusa

⭑ locking pinkies > hand holding

⭑ or at least it’s like that to sakusa !!

⭑ this would be like at least once a month type of date !!

⭑ you both wake up early enough for you to go the farmers market and pick yo stuff to make lunch or dinner together!!!

⭑ very domestic and cute <3

⭑ sakusa likes the farmers market because he likes knowing where his food comes from and supporting local businesses !!!

⭑ it’s okay if you can’t cook, he’ll help even if it turns into him doing most of the work, he’s making a meal with you and fits for the both of you !!! it’s made with love <3

⭑ short but i think it’s cute !!! i was struck with inspiration at practice and was madly typing at my phone during my water break !!

⭑ sorry for the inactivity!!! i will find a healthy balance soon i just needed to get into the groove of school and figure out when i have downtime to wire <3

⭑ might do a pt.2 of this just lmk who you want in it !!!

I wish they were my roomates 😭🤎🖤🩷🖤

┇and then..they were roommates - smau┇

❥summary: y/n is a broke college student looking for a place to live. she settled for an apartment with four dumbass boys.

❥this smau is inspired by this smau by @bokutobaby

❥My co-writer, best friend, AND #1 supporter who’s been helping me write this smau is none other than @katiea03

❥warnings: sexual language, cursing

❥pairings: iwaizumi x fem!reader, hanamaki x mattsukawa, oikawa x ushijima

❥genre: smau, crack

❥status: discontinued

❥a/n: I’m new to this smau thing so I’m sorry if I seem like I don’t know what I’m doing because I don’t 😃 but enjoy babes✨ 

Apartment

their apartment floor plan

Playlist

and then they were roommates playlist

Main Story

00: profiles and introductions

01: sugar daddy

02: beefy strong arms

03: $100, oikawa

04: nice cOcK

05: gag reflex

06: coming soon…

Bonus Chapters

imagination(read after chapter 2)

mac n’ cheese(can read whenever)

makki’s birthday!(birthday special)

mattsun’s birthday!(birthday special)

❥taglist: TAGLIST IS CLOSED @pockyxx @cece-lives-here @psychedelicwh0r3 @elianetsantana @elephantloser @reina-de-tay @agaashesmilktea @navymacaroons @victor-criss-bish @langalvr @bakugouswh0r3 @killlerqween @tsukkiswifeey @ish-scribbles @its-the-aerieljeane @calumsfringe @boba-ashea @ptv-hades @anngelllla @michaki @seijqhigh @fangirlingonrhys @stel9 @elysianslove @loser-keiji @ermahgerd-larry-and-ziam @ridorii @bokkuntofu @toaster-stick @shoyotime @gojoismyhusband @hyeongjjun @catwithangerissues @manamiii @oopsliales @laninasinnombre @murdereddaydreams @kawaiibokuro @ijustneedtobealilcrazy-blog1 @eveyams @kuroos-roosterhead @that-imagines-girl @sukuuuna @sleepy-kiddd @bumbledunce @honeypirate @fourcansofpringles @moonlitevibes @opchickpea @tsukiscocksleeve @hogwarts–imagines @cottagecoreanone @fluffyviciousbunny @candyyrushh @kac-chowsballs @peepeepoopoot 

🦔🦖❤️❤️

ON TRACK! [SMAU]

synopsis - In a world where soulmates can hear the songs their partner is singing or listening too at any time, Iwaizumi Hajime wants to know who his soulmate is so he can give them a piece of his mind and tell them to stop singing along to soft lofi songs while he’s in the middle of practice because it’s seriously ruining his cool, calm, and collected image.

pairing - iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader (ft. seijoh and fukurodani)

genre - crack + fluff :) soulmate au!

status - on hold until further notice

started - [10. 18. 20]

ended -

▶ PLAYLIST

a/n: iwaizumi hajime is so perfect and he has the audacity to not exist like fuck you.

[PLAYING: ON TRACK!]

ONE

1 - same dumb bitch

2 - make his pockets hurt

3 - sweaty milk

4 - godzilla soundtrack

5 - yn respect points

6 - get yo girl hajime

7 - not part of it

8 - rewrite the stars

9 - help I’m disintegrating

10 - code pink

11 - hey mamas how u doin

12 - akaashi power duo

13 - cartwheel out of my window

14 - so, I guess we’re soulmates?

15 - the rock wannabe

16 - pretty boy in my dms!

17 - we don’t got this

18 - i’m calling your mom

TWO

19 - she’s glowing

20 - just constipated

21 - good try but no

22 - square up

23 - pick a character flaw

24 - cat boy sus

25 - things change

26 - no secrets

27 - no link attached

28 - clearly lover boy

29 - the hows of iwa

30 - I got my bro back

31 - YN?

32 - the stars in your eyes

…

[tba]

taglist! [OPEN FOR PART TWO; ask or comment to be added!]

✧ tough guy iwaizumi hajime who ends up falling for his best friend’s cute little sister

✧ genre/tw fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ (nsfw at the end ⚠︎)

✧ word count 857

all three of you grow up together, with you being two years younger than tooru. oikawa is always doting on you, treating you like a doll. despite the very little age gap, no matter how old you get, he’s always referring to you as his baby sister. oikawa spoils you rotten. one look from those big brown eyes you both share, but look a lot cuter on you for some reason, and oikawa can’t help but to give you whatever you ask for.

in the beginning, iwaizumi is almost like your other, more responsible big brother when things go wrong. you’re always trying to tag along with your older brother and his friend, which is a recipe for disaster sometimes.

when you inevitably take a spill, and bump your knees, tooru is rolling on the ground, shouting out against the heavens for forsaking you. how could the higher powers let you just fall to the ground like that?? but iwaizumi is is silently wiping off the pebbles from your knee with his little hands, blowing cool air to help assuage your pain. without a word, he carries you back home.

eventually you learn to stop tagging along so much. you can only handle so much pain and embarrassment. other than those moments, iwaizumi and you never really spend that much time together. for the rest of your childhood, you’re more acquaintances than anything else.

but at some point, after oikawa desperately begs you to join the boys volleyball team as it’s manager (“its the only time we’ll be together in high school, you wouldn’t ruthlessly deny your precious and loving and dashing and charming big brother this chance, would you???”), iwaizumi begins to notice you again. but this time, you’re a lot more grown up than you were before. seems like good looks run in the family.

but he’s not the only one that notices. in the same sense that oikawa seems to have the student body under his spell, it seems you do as well, and without even trying.

you’ve had a sheltered childhood that you mostly spent in doors, so you’re shyer than most people. and your brother enables you with his doting behaviour.

iwaizumi finds himself frequently getting jealous at the basket of love letters and confectionery that you have to empty out of your locker and lug home every night. iwaizumi finds that his hands begin to ache after a while bc he clenches them so hard whenever he sees another person confessing to you. and he waits with baited breath to see their disappointed faces as they walk away—an indication that you turned them down again in the way that you always shyly do; an indication that he might still have a chance, yet.

in an effort to put the moves on you, iwaizumi is constantly performing little acts of service for you. he goes out with you to the fountains to refill the water bottles so that you have some company, and so that you won’t have to carry anything heavy—that should be his job, after all. in the most cliche move ever, when an errant ball goes flying right in your direction, iwaizumi coolly catches it with one hand before it can bounce off of your head, making sure to ask you if you’re okay after. he stays behind to help you sweep the floors after practice, striking up a conversation with you. when oikawa stays behind to practice his spikes, iwaizumi walks alone with you home, making sure to keep you away from the side of the sidewalk that’s closest to the road. iwa also makes sure to put your back against the wall of the train while standing in front of you, keeping you safe from any wandering hands.

eventually, he even starts buying your favourite milk drink from the vending machine, and brings it to you while he visits your classroom, the place where you normally eat your lunch. he sits, and eats with you (to which oikawa complains vehemently bc “why would you just sit in a different spot than we normally do without telling me?? you left me all alone!!")

iwaizumi’s actions don’t go unnoticed. you start to fall for it.

when you two eventually start to date, oikawa is whining and complaining that you two are both stealing each other away from him (there’s also relentless teasing on oikawa’s end bc “iwa-chan, isn’t funny that you fell in love with someone that looks just like me?? are you secretly gay and actually just in love with me :3 ??”)

but what’s really the kick in the back for oikawa is the moment he runs up to his precious little sister’s room to check and see what she wants for dinner. but upon opening the door, he finds both his best friend (who, of which, he didn’t even know was over their place at the moment) on top of his “adorable baby sister who can do absolutely no wrong”; the two of them are naked from the waist down, in the throes of passion.

he falls to his knees, asking god to strike him dead, right then and there.

━━━━━━━━━━𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔━━━━

❛ ONESHOT ❜

AOBA JOHSAI

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

⚘݄ [01.43]

FUKURODANI

⚘݄

INARIZAKI

⚘݄

ITACHIYAMA

⚘݄

KARASUNO

⚘݄

NEKOMA

KUROO TETSURO

⚘݄ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

SHIRATORIZAWA

⚘݄

❛ HEADCANNONS ❜

❛ SERIES ❜

Ranaway Rich Girl ┊ Kita Shinsuke

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 a wealthy girl from all the way Tokyo ends up passing out in front of the Kita household, the house of Inarizaki male volleyball Captain. Kita Shinsuke.

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ genre: romance, drama, comedy, josei.

notes. © property of kodzukenmaa 2024. all rights reserved. likes and reblogs are well appreciated

[01.43]

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: him taking you back to bed

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: none.

Iwaizumi's arm pats your side of the bed only to feel it cold, he slowly blinks his eyes and starts to look around the room for you without leaving the bed. His pushed his hair back with a yawn escaping his mouth. He glanced down to the floor near the bed only to find you sleeping peacefully.

He get out of the bed kneeling beside your body, placing one arm behind your shoulder and one arm under your legs and easily lift you up like nothing. Placing you back to bed and wrap an arm you and rest his chin on top you head like before.

It become routine.

You told him that you sleep walk quite a lot and that you're a heavy sleeper, you tried to give him reasons why you think it's a bad idea to move in together but he said it's fine and you finally gave in and you both move in together.

At first he woke up because he was thirsty and was shocked to find you no where in the room he thought maybe you're watching TV in the other room only to almost step on you when he walked out from the bedroom. You were sprawled like star fish on the floor near the dining table. He took a glass of water before returning to bed with you in his arm.

Couple of days later he was back to find you missing on the room only to find you sleeping on the bathtub, the couch, and the carpet. If he was wide awake he would take a picture of you and snickering at your sleeping position.

Iwa chan🥺🥺🥺

୨♡୧ SWEET POTATO — iwaizumi hajime x f!reader. sfw. fluff. reader is pregnant.

“you know, i’m perfectly capable of going to the grocery store on my own,” you tell iwaizumi, lingering a step behind him as he walks down the aisle, scanning the items neatly lined up on the shelves. he only hums in acknowledgement. you click your tongue in mock annoyance because, despite your resistance to his assistance, you don’t mind having him around. still, you’re not used to being coddled like this. “being pregnant doesn’t mean i can’t walk. my feet aren’t defective.”

“just hush and let me help,” hajime speaks, resting one hand on the top of your head while the other reaches for a bag of brown rice. the weight on your head is comforting, a reminder of why iwaizumi is really here. ever since you read the positive test and the man who was meant to be with you walked out, iwaizumi, your best friend, stepped up and became your lifeline—attended all of your appointments, started reading baby books in his free time, calmed you down whenever you were feeling overwhelmed. he made sure you weren’t making this journey alone.

“can i at least push the cart?” you attempt to negotiate. you may not mind having him here with you, but you’d be lying if you said that following him around while he did all the work wasn’t getting boring. “wouldn’t it be safer to have something in front of me in case i trip?”

“how could you trip?” he asks, more humor in his voice than usual. “you just told me that your feet work fine.”

you groan at the way he twists your words, hands coming up to unconsciously rub at your belly. it’s become a habit of yours, caressing the steadily growing bump whenever you’re stressed or bored. it gives you something to do and floods you with an immeasurable amount of contentment.

“oh, congratulations, dear.” you turn at the sound of a frail voice. an elderly woman on the opposite side of the aisle looks at you through squinted eyes, a gentle smile pulling at her lips. you figure she’s referring to your stomach.

“thank you.”

“how far along are you?”

“eighteen weeks.” you smile. iwaizumi intently watches your interaction—the way your eyes light up and how your hands protectively cradle the little bulge. “this little one is the size of a sweet potato.”

the fruit and vegetable comparison was always a little silly to you but it came in handy during moments like these. this specific week actually helped you remember something that slipped your mind while you were making the list of items you needed.

“oh!” you snap and point at iwaizumi. “that’s what i forgot earlier. i’m going to go grab a few.”

“hold on, i’ll-” your hand shoots up, palm out, to stop him from finishing his sentence—one that you’re positive would include him insisting on joining you.

“hajime.” you’re more than grateful to have someone to lean on but at this rate, you’re going to forget how to live as an independent being. “i can walk a couple aisles down and bag some vegetables on my own.”

“right,” he curtly nods, “i’ll stay and wait for you here.”

you hurry off to grab the sweet potatoes your obstetrician recommended adding to your diet and leave iwaizumi to aimlessly shift back and forth on his feet.

“you must be excited.” the familiar voice catches the man’s attention, leading him to face the nice old woman.

“i’m sorry?”

“about becoming a father,” she clarifies.

his lips part in understanding and he nods. there’s no harm in letting one woman neither of you will see again think that he was the baby’s dad. it happened quite often but you always brush off the assumptions by jokingly saying “i wish.” it’s never bothered iwaizumi—people’s first thought being that he was the father or the fact that you corrected them. he expected as much when he offered a helping hand. what he didn’t expect was that his heart would jump every time he heard any variation of the word. he kept that to himself, though.

the woman slowly approaches iwaizumi and places a soothing hand on his arm. he has to look down to meet her eye but when he does, he’s met with nothing but warmth. her eyes crinkle with her smile. “i’m sure you and your wife will be great parents.”

she continues down the aisle, leaving iwaizumi with her words. his arms rest on the handle of the cart as the woman’s statement echoes in his head. parents. at the moment, hajime’s a support system—driving you around on errands and helping with chores around the house. the two of you haven’t discussed what his role will be after you’ve given birth, but, despite that, he knows he wants to be there for you and your baby every step of the way if you’ll have him.

“i’m back and bearing potatoes,” you announce your arrival, dropping the vegetables in the cart. your gaze falls to iwaizumi who’s staring ahead, his eyebrows knit together in deep thought. you reach out to smooth the crease between his brows with your thumb. “what’s wrong with you?”

“nothing.” what’s on his mind is a conversation better had not in a supermarket. “come on. let’s wrap this up and get you home for lunch.”

“gosh, you sound just like a dad,” you comment through a laugh, hooking your arm around one of his.

like clockwork, iwaizumi’s heart skips another beat. it feels different this time; he figures it’s because you’re the one who said it.

thanks for reading! consider commenting or reblogging if you enjoyed ❤︎

ok, ok, I'm back. I don't find that mbti type relevant enough and I despise tags, maybe because I have multiple personalities 🤣 instead, I will give you a quick description. Oh, and I choose Haikyuu as the fandom.

Adult girl, short, brunette, skinny with a big ass👀 I am very understanding and kind until someone really steps on my nerves. I have quite enough patience, however I multitask a lot and freak out when some things don't go according to plan.

I'm bi, if it matters, dom with women but totally sub with men (tbh, just my bf, but you get the point).

As of interests, I am a writer (started off with porn, but now I write mostly angst). I am also a photographer. I like to read, swim, watch series and well.. write. I do that way too much, never enough.

I like all animals besides birds 🙃 but my favourites are dogs and horses. I tolerate spicy food, but don't expect me not to cry while eating it. Oh, and speaking of crying, I cry SO EASILY when something touches me (be it a positive or a negative thing.)

If there's anything you need to ask, go ahead and dm me 😌

Fandom: Haikyuu

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw content cuz you're VIP

Word Count: 0.K

A/n: tysm bestie :D Here you go

I match you with...

Hajime Iwaizumi!

Ok tbh I always imagine Iwaizumi every time you talk about your boyfriend lol idkw

Oof I see a relationship between two understanding people. Iwaizumi has a HIGH common sense, and he has a high tolerance too, despite what people think of him.

:readmore:

He's not one to freak out (thankfully lol) so he would be there to calm you down by talking to you or helping you with your tasks. In the end you feel relieved cause the results are far better than expected, due to the help of your supportive boyfriend.

Lmao you a sub with men? That's nice cause I definitely see him as a top and let me tell you, he's a pro in bed🚶🏻‍♀️takes care of you like no one has ever had, and might be a little mean but it's just a teeny tiny bit and ngl it turns you on but you didn't hear this from me lol🚶🏻‍♀️

YEAH so overalls, a really fine man in bed :D I see him as the type of guy who would want to make his s/o faint from pleasure. He loves the expression you make when he drives you crazy with his cock so I contact is a must for him, which is why I think missionary is his fav position cause he gets to hit that sweet spot inside you and watch you roll your eyes back as you moan his name.

Did I mention that he's supportive? Like, A LOT. Would encourage you to do anything you want to as long as it's not harmful lmao. If it's kinda dangerous and you still insist on doing it then he's coming along, you cannot stop him.

MAN HAS THE MANLIEST VOICE EVER. Imagine him reading one of your favorite books before going to bed. He would have your head on his chest, holding the book with one hand and caressing your cheeks with the other one. If you're in for it then his hand might go to other places too🚶🏻‍♀️But it's rare cuz he just loves how you stick it to him and he gets to watch you drift to dreamland. He will slowly plant a kiss on your forehead, adoring how pretty you look when you're asleep.

He would always how his arm on your waist when you're out in public cuz mf is POSESSIVE as hell but is really good at hiding it. If anyone dares to flirt with you, he will give them a death stare and also a peace of his mind if they don't stop.

Treats his s/o like a princess. Anyone will forget about their problems once theyre out with him, and you are no exception. Would hold you and comfort you when your crying and will remain quiet, if you need him to be.

So yeah he's a gentle man, so you better not lose him🚶🏻‍♀️

Tysm for participating biscuit, and I hope you like this! :D

weirdly comforting

ways to live prologue: the list

masterlist ; smaus ; song rec

She bites down on her lip, eyes burning from the blue light of her computer screen. She’s been at it for hours now, back aching and begging for relief. Every few minutes, she indulges, straightening out, pushing her shoulders back, letting her head fall from side to side a few times. And then, she’s back again.

Anything but sleep. Anything to keep her away from her own thoughts. Stay distracted enough 24/7 so you never have the chance to think about everything that’s wrong with you. It’s how most nights go, for her.

At 10PM, it was an essay about global feminism. At 12AM, it was self-education on the downfall of communism in Albania. At 2AM, it was all about how processed sugar is slowly ruining her life and killing her. And now, it’s this.

A sad little sentence typed into her search bar: how do i stop being depressed?

She clicks on the first article she sees beneath all of the ‘help is available, here’s a hotline number in case you wanna talk to someone who doesn’t know you about your most intimate problems,’ statements that she thinks search engines are required to put in by law.

5 Self-Care Ways to Fight Depression.

And really, she knows that there’s nothing in there that she hasn’t heard before. Most people who don’t want you to be depressed anymore tell you the same handful of things and they usually are 1) impossible to achieve with depression, 2) stupid and pointless.

But maybe it’s the heaviness in her eyes or the motivational sort of tone that the anti-sugar health bloggers seem to write with, but she’s feeling sort of oddly optimistic about her chances.

She scrolls through, and makes herself a promise.

bruised part twelve -> rock bottom

m.list

♪ now playing: silver soul by beach house ♪

fun facts!

yn is supposed to be on bedrest but she does not even a little want to be on bedrest

its been a few days since her injury and every night since then she's been staying awake at night facetiming oikawa until she falls asleep

it's now part of her routine and she can't fall asleep without him on the phone to distract her so even if he's busy or at practice or smth he's been setting his phone up on the side so she can watch

yn's got a lot of flowers from a ton of different people but the only one she's kept and brought into her room are the ones from iwaizumi's mom

she wrote her a note promising to come visit soon

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i didn't mean it.

synopsis: your boyfriend says something and makes you insecure.

characters: iwaizumi, akaashi x gn!reader

warnings: angst to fluff

note/s: reuploading my old haikyuu works so don't mind me!

iwaizumi:

you were on your way to iwaizumi’s house after oikawa texted you that he was being extra mean today. you held a box of pizza in one hand, as you texted oikawa back saying that you’ve gotten it under control.

once you got to his house, his mother opened the door with a relieved look on her face when she saw that it was you by the door. with a small goodluck. she sent you up to her son’s room.

you noticed that the hallway leading to your boyfriend’s room was messy. you sighed, knowing it was a result of him being fidgety. he couldn’t help it. and you can never blame him for that.

knocking twice on his room, you opened his door and saw him looking stressed by his desk. a few crumpled pieces of paper littered his floor as his head was between his hands, clenching his hair in frustration.

“haji?” you called out, noticing the rejected letter from one of the few universities he applied to.

he didn’t seem to hear you, having himself be lost in his thoughts. you closed the door quietly and set the food to the side. you carefully walked to where he was, not wanting to startle the stressed ravenette.

apparently, you weren’t careful enough as his head snapped when you accidentally stepped on a piece of plastic that you didn’t notice was there.

“what are you doing here?” his voice was straight up venom. the tone caught you off guard.

“oikawa texted me saying that you were in a bad mood.” you explained, taking a step closer to him in a means of wanting to comfort him.

“yeah well, i am. i think you should go for now.” iwaizumi said, not looking at you. you swallowed on nothing as you shook your head.

“i want to help, haji.” he scoffed. you knew it was all due to stress… or so you hoped.

“clearly you’re not helping around by staying here,” he retorted. your hands stilled by your sides.

“hajime, you know bottling up isn’t good for you.” you reasoned out. he rolled his eyes at you.

iwaizumi couldn’t help but ruffle his hair in irritation. he knew you had good intentions. you always did. but all he could think about right now is his stress and overthinking. all rational thoughts left the room by this point.

“bottling up is better than to talk with someone like you.” he didn’t mean that. or, that’s what you want to think.

“what’s that supposed to mean…?” your voice dropped. iwaizumi turned to face you.

“i mean, come on. you always want to know what’s going on with my life. you never let me breathe. i can think for myself. i don’t need you butting in with your irrelevant opinions. you keep talking as if your opinions matter to me.” his words came tumbling down, he couldn’t control it.

your eyes widened, something iwaizumi didn’t notice once more. too caught up in his rage to notice how you took in his words.

you never let me breathe.

you keep talking as if your opinions matter to me.

you nodded, keeping your emotions in check. iwaizumi finally stopped with his rambling.

“i understand, haji. i should go.” iwaizumi knew he should stop you, but he didn’t.

later that night, you received almost a ten page essay’s length of explanation and apologies. despite reading it and replying that it was okay, you couldn’t help but feel the hollowness in your chest as his words kept replaying in your head.

by the next few days, iwaizumi acted as if nothing happened and you did the same. your boyfriend, however, noticed that there was something off. he thought of it as the aftermath of the small outburst he accidentally let out on you.

it was by the second week that he noticed that you stopped arguing with him in terms of his choices, letting him wear that god-awful plaid pants oikawa bought him so they can match, letting him choose the movie even though he knew you didn’t like it.

the last straw was during your movie night. when he asked you if you wanted to eat chicken or pizza. he knew that it would trigger a response from you since you’ve always fought him in favor of chicken. it was a weird quarrel over the two of you that became a routine. so, when you gave him a shrug in response, he finally couldn’t let that go.

“what’s up with you?” iwaizumi asked as you were scrolling through your phone, staying unbothered. the time you spent on just agreeing with him made you used to just not giving his words a second thought and letting him lead the relationship. sure, you missed your old conversations but whenever you want to fight back, those words just keep circulating in your mind.

you knew it was due from his stress but you couldn’t help but feel like there has always been a root to his outburst.

“what?” you replied, still scrolling on your phone.

“is there something bothering you?” you shook your head, boring your eyes to the same video that looped in your instagram.

iwaizumi took your phone, forcing you to talk to him.

“give it back, haji.” you weren’t thrilled to be starting an argument, or a proper conversation with him.

“not until you tell me what’s wrong.” he said, you sighed and raised your hands in defeat.

“if you say there’s something wrong, then that’s on you. i can’t change what you think.”

“what are you talking about?”

“nothing.” iwaizumi was getting pretty fed up with the attitude you were showing him.

you knew it was petty, but you were too far to go back.

“(y/n)-” “let’s just watch the movie.” “fine.” iwaizumi gave up, sitting beside you.

“what do you want to watch?” he asked, turning to face you.

“you choose.” the television was turned off.

“what is wrong with you. you’ve been acting weird lately. first you stopped hanging around me and then you won’t even respond with your own decisions.” you sighed, not wanting to talk. in fear of accidentally breaking down.

“now you won’t even talk to me. what is wro-”

“god, you tell me i don’t give you room to breathe and my opinions are irrelevant and now you suddenly ask me what’s wrong.” you finally let out, tears pricking your eyes. iwaizumi’s eyes widened at your outburst.

you harshly wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, wanting nothing but to disappear so you don’t have to face him staring at you with confused expressions.

“what do you want from me?” you bitterly laughed. iwaizumi wanted to do something, so he did the first thing he thought of and pulled you to his chest.

you resisted, trying to pry yourself out of his grip. the both of you know that you were no match for iwaizumi’s strength as he pulled you even closer every time you try to move away.

“let me go.” your voice was muffled by his shirt. he held on tighter, wanting to erase those words he said.

“i’m sorry.”

“okay, now let me go.” he obliged a bit, letting you breathe as he pulled away from you slightly.

“i know you don’t want to hear my explanation. and i know you don’t want to hear a sap apology.” iwaizumi started, you nodded. willing yourself to listen to him right now.

he breathed in and out before he took a hold of your hands.

“i’m sorry for saying those words. i should have never said those things. especially when all you wanted to do was help.” you couldn’t help but notice how his voice got softer as he tightly gripped your hands.

“i was really stressed and i had no right taking it out on you. your opinions matter the most to me and you’re my breather whenever it gets hard to breathe.” you couldn’t help but snort at his cheesy words. he heard that sound and smiled a little, knowing you were loosening up and feeling a bit better.

“kind of corny, if you ask me, haji.” you said, he smiled at you before rolling his eyes playfully.

“whatever, loser.”

you leaned closer and pecked his cheek as a sign of acceptance on his apology. you knew that he was genuine. knowing that hajime has a hard time showing his feelings.

he smiled before turning on the television once more.

“okay, time to watch godzilla.” “no, we’re watching (fave show)-”

ah yes, this is how it should be.

akaashi:

nothing went right in practice. bokuto was far more uncooperative, his rotation team kept missing his sets, and the other team kept reading his sets.

akaashi knows that this type of thing happens. there will never be a guarantee that you will win a match in volleyball. he knew that, but he couldn't help but think that it was his fault.

the setter is the one who touches the ball the most. the one who leads the orchestra.

it didn’t help ease akaashi’s nerves that he was on the edge and has been on the edge since the past few practice matches.

“hey, akaashi! lighten up, buddy!” bokuto said, slapping akaashi’s back with force. he nodded, trying not to let his irritation show. he knew that the team is lowkey terrified when akaashi gets irritated. the last thing he wants is to drive tension between him and his team.

the rest of the practice went by smoothly, or in akaashi’s thoughts, in a very mediocre way. that ‘smooth’ is just the nice term for it.

“akaashi!” this was the worst possible timing. he didn’t want to see you. at least, not right now. especially when he’s in a bad mood. “darling, what are you doing here?”

“konoha texted me and said you weren’t feeling okay, that’s what i’m here for!” you smiled as you pulled him into a hug, not minding that he was a bit sweaty before you pulled away to talk to the managers in glee.

akaashi sighed and headed to the showers. he planned to just drop you off in your house and deal with this on his own.

but of course, you wouldn’t let him. he let you hold his hand and drag him around while the both of you were on the way home.

you were happily talking about the newest episode that just released. akaashi was mindlessly listening, he wasn’t ignoring you but he didn’t want to deal with you as of the moment.

“right, so anyway. then an unexpected twist came like it was so unexpected! i did have my suspicions though! so, it’s all good.” akaashi was getting distracted by his thoughts, not giving you a reply instead of a mindless nod.

“akaashi!” you said loudly, startling the stressed setter.

“will you shut up?” akaashi couldn’t bite back his tongue fast enough as those words tumbled out of his mouth.

you stilled, not knowing how to respond to the outburst. you did feel like you were talking a bit too much, but you didn’t know it was bothering akaashi.

“sorry.” after that, the walk home was tense. none of you knew what to say to each other.

it was when the both of you were at the doorstep when akaashi pulled you into a hug and muttered an apology while his face was buried in your hair. you nodded and pulled away before giving him a smile and pecking his cheek before you went inside.

you knew you were overreacting but his words kind of hurt. you thought back to the endless rambles that you let out on your boyfriend before slapping a palm on your forehead.

you idiot. of course he wouldn’t understand. no wonder he told you to shut up.

with a sigh, you went to your room and tried to ignore his words.

akaashi was the definition of silent but deadly. he knew that his words stung. that’s why he refrained from biting you with his words. but he wasn’t able to stop himself due to the stress of his training.

you figured that he’s finally gotten tired of your rambling about any topic that comes into your mind so you forced yourself to stay quiet.

your boyfriend, almost immediately noticed. he was a powerhouse’s starting setter. he’s supposed to be perceptive in regards to his surroundings.

so, when he noticed that you weren’t having your daily rambles the day after a new episode was released, he knew that you took his words into heart.

“how was the episode last night?” akaashi asked. you were lying down on the floor while you were scrolling down your phone, checking the latest fan theories that were produced due to last night's episode.

your head perked up, ready to rant about how beautifully executed the plot twist was before you remembered who you were talking to.

it was great! the animators brought justice to the manga panel that i was waiting to get animated! then the sound effects were just woah.

there were a lot of things you wanted to say, but you settled and smiled. “it was good.”

“ah, really?” akaashi asked, wanting you to delve into the topic better. you, on the other hand, said nothing and went back to fawning over how your co-fans connect the dots into the most ridiculous yet intriguing theories.

akaashi couldn’t help but see how your eyes shined as you smiled, rereading a certain fanfic with your favorite character on it. you slapped a hand over your mouth as you tried to stop yourself from squealing.

“what are you reading?” by this point, he knew how pathetic he sounds. akaashi was too caught up with his thoughts before that he later on realized that you were his greatest distraction from his self-loathing thoughts.

your voice filled up his ears, going straight to his mind and letting him feel the serotonin that you radiated as you ranted about your favorite series.

but now, it looked as if he was begging for your attention. you looked indifferent to akaashi’s attempt at a conversation, it was petty and you knew that.

“nothing, just a work my friend sent to me.” you said, trying to focus on the words of the selection. akaashi looked down and you thought he gave up. before you knew it, you were on his lap with his arms tight around your waist.

“akaa-”

“read to me, please?” he said, you stayed quiet. he tightened his arms around your waist, placing his forehead on your nape.

“please?” you slowly nodded your head and switched to an online book that akaashi recommended to you. you started off softly, not wanting to piss the setter off just like how you unknowingly did last time.

you finished reading a chapter before you told akaashi to let you go.

“i’m sorry, darling.” you smiled, knowing that he knew why you were quiet. he took a hold of your hand and rubbed your knuckles with his thumb in soothing circular motions.

“i was stressed and my overthinking got the better of me. i didn’t mean to tell you to shut up. quite frankly, i miss your voice. i miss how you talk my ear off with your fictional crushes even though we both know i’m better-” you smacked his arm then laughed. he gave you a smile before continuing. “and i miss how your voice occupies my mind whenever i’m in too deep. i apologize for making you insecure.”

your heart fluttered at his words, akaashi has always been quite straightforward. so, with a smile, you pecked his cheek and nuzzled closer to him.

“i’m sorry for not noticing you weren’t in the mood.” your voice was muffled by his chest, you felt him shake his head and pull you against him tighter.

“nonsense, my darling. that's still not an excuse for me to do that to you. now, how about we watch the new episode last night? i didn’t get to watch it.” akaashi knew that you were excited as you nodded and pulled away, your eyes were shining in excitement as akaashi turned his laptop on and searched for the site.

the episode started, akaashi was asking questions to which you responded with enthusiasm making akaashi smile at your mood.

this was what he almost ruined, and he couldn’t dislike himself more. but when you cuddled closer to his side and intertwined your fingers together while keeping your eyes on the series and narrating the scenes he didn’t get. he vowed to never be the reason for your eyes to lose your shine.

after the episode, the two of you cuddled and just admired each other before one of you drifted to sleep, your grip on each other still tight as you succumbed into slumber.

hey hey hey!! You're one of my favourite writers and seeing your requests open makes me so happy! can I request: how would daichi, aone, ushijima, tsukishima, and iwaizumi act when they're pining for a fem!reader who's just completely oblivious?

characters: ushijima wakatoshi, sawamura daichi, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime, & aone takanobu, all with a fem!reader

warnings: i think i swore somewhere lol also a very slightly suggestive ending for Iwaizumi’s

a/n: my heart is DYING seeing this :') anon you're much too kind! but I love this idea!! gotta give a HUGE thank you to @satan-ruler-of-hells for helping me out with Iwaizumi’s!!!! also i’m so sorry that i turned these into practically fic sized haha i got so carried away with the ideas! also sorry if some of the yn’s are more oblivious than others LOL none of the following gifs are mine - all credits to the creators!

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In full honesty, Ushijima probably already thinks you two are dating. He stood in front of you one time, clearing his throat before just saying, “I like you,” in such a mundane and casual way, you hadn’t thought of it as anything out of the ordinary.

You thought the two of you were just friends, and that Ushijima was just saying he liked having you as a friend. So you beamed up at him and nodded, saying,  “I like you too, Ushijima!” 

And you were happy with being friends with him! Who wouldn't be? Ushijima Wakatoshi was one of the greatest volleyball players in Japan, but even more than that, he was actually really fun to get to know. He was always so gentle with you, compared to how you saw him with his teammates. On the Shiratorizawa volleyball team, Ushijima was the stoic captain with strength beyond anyone’s imagination. But with you, Ushijima was just a giant with calloused hands that sometimes held yours.

It probably would’ve been months after Ushijima’s confession before you two realized the differences in what you two thought your relationship was, but thankfully Tendō embarrassed you both a few weeks after.

“Shiratorizawa’s captain has found a loverrrr, a lover like no otherrrr,” he sang happily around you two, sending you a playful wink as the three of you walk across campus as you headed to one of their games.

“Tendō you’re so embarrassing!” You laughed, shaking your head. Your face felt so hot the more he talked about it. How could he possibly say such things so casually?

“Oh come on, Y/N!” Tendō grinned. “It’s not every day that my best friend finds a girlfriend! I’m just glad you manned up enough to confess!” The red head nudged his friend, continuing on humming his melody.

You stared at him for a moment, looking between the two afterwards and wondering why Ushijima wasn’t telling him otherwise. “Girlfriend?” You repeated.

The boys looked at you in as much confusion as you were looking at them, a tension rising in the air. “Sorry, have you guys not labelled things? I just thought that when a guy confesses and a girl agrees, it’s natural to assume they’re dating.”

You were going to throw up. What was happening? Why wasn’t Ushijima saying anything? Why was he just staring at you with that almost blank no-thoughts look on his face?

“D-Dating?” You repeated again, choking a bit on your words. Of course you wanted to date Ushijima, but there was no way you were admitting yoru feelings like this. You had been crushing on this guy for months now and there was no way that you would embarrass yourself, or rather have Tendō embarrass you, about your feelings now.

Tendō just continue whipping his vision from you to Ushijima, obviously very concerned that he had gotten something wrong. 

“Is there something wrong?” Ushijima finally asked, a slight crease in his eyebrows. “Was it wrong of me to have told Tendō? I didn’t think there was any reason to keep it a secret.”

Had you magically woken up in a different universe where you were actually dating Ushijima? Had you hit your head too hard and this was the dream your subconscious wanted you in? All your conspiracy theories started to build up in your head as you stared up at this boy you were practically in love with already. What was he talking about?

“I thought you said you confessed,” Tendō murmured not-so-softly to his best friend.

“I did,” Ushijima responded back flatly, but there was a slight panic in his eyes. He looked at you, stepping forward and taking your hand gently like he had before so many times. “Was it not a good confession?”

You tried to think back to all the encounters you had had with Ushijima recently. None of them had seemed out of the ordinary... and he had never mentioned liking you like that... or had he?

“I... I didn’t know you were confessing,” you admitted nervously, your heart starting to pound against your chest. 

Ushijima’s eyes faltered a bit, glancing at the floor before looking up at you, “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

He started to walk away but you grabbed his hand and tried to pull him back, “Ushijima wait! I... I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just... never realized you would feel like that about me.”

Tendō let out a sort of cackle from behind you two, shaking his head, “Come on, Y/N, how many times does a guy have to reach for your hand for you to realize he likes you? Doesn’t Ushi here walk you home every night too? Text you good morning? Send you good night texts? Doesn’t he stay on video chat with you while you’re doing your homework?”

Ushijima’s cheeks were going a rosy sort of colour as Tendō listed all the things that he had done. He always worried that he was being too forward with you so he never gripped your hand too hard so you could pull away if you wanted. He always told you you could go home when he can practice in case you didn’t want to walk with him, never insisted you text him back, never made you stay on a call for longer than you wanted to... all this time he thought he was being too much... had he not been doing enough?

You stared up at the ace volleyball player in surprise, unsure of how to take all this information. Sure, Tendō made a lot of good points... what other guy would do all that for you? Aren’t they all typically boyfriend things to do?

“I’m sorry, Ushijima!” You exclaimed as you let the realization sink in. “I do like you too, I just... I thought you meant you liked me as a friend,” you explained to him, squeezing his hand slightly.

Ushijima gave you a small smile and reached his hand up to pat your head, “It’s okay. I like you more than a friend... is that alright?”

You giggled at his still-stoic demeanour, nodding quickly, “Yes! It’s more than alright!”

Ushijima’s smile grew just a little bit and he pulled you closer as the three of you started to walk again.

“Ya know, Ushi, if I had know that you were going to just tell her you liked her, I would’ve written you a speech! You could’ve used one of the confessions that I’ve read in mangas - girls love that shit!” Tendō pointed out with a snicker.

“No, it’s okay,” you laughed, smiling to yourself. “Even though I missed all the signs, I’m just glad I know now.”

“Yeah you’re right. Ushijima was being so obvious with how much he liked you too. It probably wouldn’t have even worked if he gave a big speech. Probably would’ve gone right over your head,” Tendō laughed and you swatted at his arm with a playful glare.

Ushijima didn’t really mind having to confess twice - he hated how nervous he felt waiting for your answers but the relief he felt after, knowing that you liked him too, made it all worth it.

Daichi wasn’t sure what else to do to make how he felt about you more obvious. He thought he had tried everything. He had brought you your favourite sweets and asked you if you wanted to see a movie with you, but you were so busy with club activities and exams, you couldn’t attend. Then he tried to invite you to have lunch with him but you saw Suga and Asahi nearby and assumed they were joining (so of course they did). He even tried to tell you how he was feeling and you mistook his nervousness for being worried about his upcoming game.

“Y/N... I... I’ve been trying to get the courage to tell you all this for a while now-” he had started to admit when you cut him off.

“Don’t worry, Daichi!” You told him with a huge grin. “I know you guys will be great!”

“S-Sorry?” Daichi blinked, unsure of what you were talking about.

“Your game!” You explained. “That’s what you’re talking about isn’t it? Don’t worry! I know that you’ve got a lot on your shoulders being the captain and all but there’s nothing wrong with a guy being nervous!”

Daichi had been so caught off guard with your perfect smile and the way you were trying to comfort him, he just rubbed the back of his head nervously and gave you a smile.

Daichi was starting to think that you were purposefully avoiding his confessions and date ideas. Everytime he tried to grab you and confess, you always seemed to wiggle out of the conversation. You had such a lighthearted way of doing it, he wasn’t sure if you were just oblivious to his feelings or if you really were trying to let him down gently. “What if she just wants to be friends? And she’s trying to keep us as just that?” He suggested as the third years had a brain storming session.

“No way,” Sugawara shook his head.

“How can you be so sure?” Asahi asked curiously and Suga just gave him a smirk.

“Because I heard from Y/N’s best friend that Y/N’s been into Daichi for a while now. She definitely like you, Cap,” Sugawara insisted. “Though, I did also hear that she thought you were dating Michimiya.”

Daichi let out a splutter of excuses, insisting that he only liked you, a blush across his cheeks.

“Oh calm down, Daichi, you don’t have to convince us,” Sugawara laughed as he and Asahi snickered over how quick Daichi was to defend his feelings. “Maybe you’re just going to have to come out and say it. Set up the whole environment, ya know? Bring her on a date, bring her flowers, and then bam! Kiss her goodnight!”

"Can’t you be less bold?” Daichi insisted, blushing at the mere thought of getting to kiss you goodnight. But Suga had a point. Maybe it was time to just rip the bandaid off and see what happens.

And that’s who Daichi ended up on your front doorstep, holding a small bouquet of roses and a cue card with little points of how he felt about you that he didn’t want to forget.

“I’ve been trying to hint to you how I felt for the past few weeks now and honestly, I thought maybe you were trying to avoid me,” he admitted softly, watching your eyes carefully as if trying to see if you were getting uncomfortable. “But I like so much about you, Y/N, and I was really hoping that maybe you’d want to come on a date with me. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy or serious if you don’t want it to! Maybe just... a movie or maybe ice cream. I just... I really like you and I don’t want to go the rest of my life wondering what could’ve happened between us because I didn’t have the courage to come tell you how I felt.”

Needless to say, you were thrilled to receive such a sweet confession. Of course you accepted, and quickly invited him in so you could put the roses in some water.

“How come you didn’t say anything before?” You asked with a smile. “Not that I didn’t like your whole speech, and that adorable cue card, but you didn’t really have to do all that for me, ya know.”

Daichi just laughed and poked you playfully, “What do you think I’ve been trying to do lately? Always pulling you away from your friends? Bringing you your favourite snacks?”

You blinked in thought, thinking about how nervous Daichi seemed recently, “Oh! I... I honestly just thought you were thinking about volleyball.”

“Who could think about volleyball when you’re around?” He winked at you, giving your hand a squeeze and making a promise to you that he’d take you for ice cream the next time you were both available. After you promised to stop cutting him off mid-sentences that is.

Tsukishima wasn’t really sure what to do with these feelings he had suddenly caught from you. He always found you rather interesting and would listen intently to your answers in class, or your conversations with Yamaguchi as the two of you laughed over some anime the both of you watched. You were... interesting. And these feelings were surely just curiousity.

But the more Tsukishima started to interact with you, the less he could argue that he was merely curious about you. Soon, he was faced with the problem of everything she smiles, I feel like my heart is beating too fast and lately I’ve been pretending like I forgot all my pencils because I like the brush of her fingers against mine when she offers me one. He knew he liked you, even if he wasn’t quite sure how to put it in words.

But it didn’t matter how nice Tsukishima was to you (though, Yamaguchi argued that he was always giving off mixed signals), you never really seemed to pick up on his feelings. He knew you weren’t an idiot, because you were much smarter than him in some classes. Maybe you were just oblivious?

So Tsukishima decided to step up his niceness, standing over your desk one day and waiting for you to look up at him before mumbling, “Don’t bring lunch tomorrow.” Before you could even really ask any questions, the blond boy had disappeared, walking home quickly while Yamaguchi teased him slightly for being so nervous.

“I’m not nervous,” Tsukishima insisted, but his palms inside of his pockets were sweating and he could swear his chest was growing more and more tight.

“I think it’s sweet,” Yamaguchi laughed and Tsukishima shrugged it off, but started to mentally prepare what his evening would look like.

His mom didn’t even question it, as Tsukishima awkwardly asked her if he could make an extra lunch for tomorrow. She had noticed the softness in his eyes when she asked if it was for Yamaguchi, and instead he told her it was for a friend. She watched as he moved around in the kitchen, packing two matching bento boxes, and offering some small snacks or other side dishes to pack as well because her son had never talked about another friend the way that he was talking about you.

The next day, when Tsukishima plopped the container in front of you at lunch time, you honestly found yourself at a loss for words. “W-What’s this, Tsukishima?”

“Lunch,” he stated simply, as if it were obvious. You watched as he reached for cutlery instead of his headphones like he usually did, and then glanced around and found that Yamaguchi wasn’t around like he normally was either.

“Did you pack lunch for me, Tsukishima?” You asked with wide eyes, peeking under the cover.

“It’s not a big deal,” he mumbled, but his cheeks were flushed pink to match the tip of his ears.

You beamed as you found some of your favourite foods packed in the box, digging in excitedly. Much to Tsukishima’s content, you started to fill the silence with conversation, asking him about volleyball and telling him about your own extracurriculars. It was so easy to talk to you, he found, you didn’t make him feel weird for his opinions, and actually listened intently as he told you about his favourite topics or favourite musicians. 

It soon became an every other day event, one of you bringing lunch for the other because you insisted that you bring him lunch as a thank you for him bringing you yours. After a few weeks of this, Tsukishima held out a bento box to you and as you opened it, you found some of the meat arranged to make a little heart.

You stared at it in silence for a moment, wondering if it had magically done that itself or if Tsukishima had actually meant for it to be like that.

“What?” He asked bluntly, shifting in his seat as he watched you stare.

“W-What’s that?” You asked softly, showing him what you were seeing. Your face was warm with nervousness as you tried to read his expressionless face. His eyes glanced at yours and then back at the little heart and gave a careless shrug, “Nothing.”

“Oh.”

“It’s a heart.”

“I can see that, Tsukishima.”

“It doesn’t have to be if you don’t want it to be,” he muttered, his fists clenched up in his lap as he looked away from you. “Whatever, don’t make it into a big deal.”

“What do you me, if I don’t want it to be?”

Tsukishima sighed, glaring over at you, “Are you really that dense? I thought you were smarter than this.”

“H-Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” You whined, unsure of where this animosity had suddenly come from. 

“I like you! How can you not see that? What else would a stupid heart mean? I wouldn’t be having lunch with you all the time if I didn’t, idiot,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes. He wanted to reach for his headphones, he wanted to shove everything back into his bag and run away because this wasn’t going the way he wanted it to and he couldn’t even look at you now because you were defintely going to reject him-

"Oh. Well i like you too, Tsukishima,” you admitted, taking out the chopsticks and happily starting to eat.

“H-How can you be so casual about this?” Tsukishima asked after a moment, his heart still racing as he tried to process what you just said.

“Casual?” You repeated, munching on a bit of veggies. “Hm.. I guess it’s because everything just seems to easy with you. I never thought you actually liked me back and... I guess I’m sort of relieved to hear you say it. Besides, if you count all the lunches we’ve had together, it’s practically like we’re dating already, isn’t it?” You giggled, grinning up at him as you noticed how taken aback he seemed.

“N-No! I’m going to take you on a real date, idiot,” he huffed, starting to eat his own food but not before flicking you in the head. “God, you’re impossible.”

“Well that’s good because it’s impossible to put up with you too,” you teased, sticking out your tongue at him. The two of you ate for a little bit more before you started to laugh, “Dang it, I should’ve taken a picture of it. Tsukishima Kei made me a little lunch heart,” you giggled.

“Oh shut up,” he blushed, rolling his eyes like it was no big deal, but still shovelled some of your favourite parts of the bento from his box to yours. You beamed up at him because Tsukishima finally confessed to you in the cutest, most Tsukishima way, and you couldn’t be happier.

Iwaizumi didn’t realize how fast he could fall for someone before he met you. You had been such a big part of the team, he honestly thought that his excitement to see you was really just excitement to play volleyball. But even when he got to play, when you weren’t around, he always felt disappointed.

Oikawa didn’t even need Iwa to tell him how he felt about you, he had known long before Iwaizumi came to the conclusion that the mom and dad of the team were destined to be together, and he would do anything to make that obvious for you two.

“Why’s Iwa mad now?” Matsukawa asked as he came into practice, noticing Iwaizumi spiking a little harder than usual.

“I”m not mad!” Iwaizumi insisted but the frown on his face was secure.

“Because mommy and daddy had a disagreement and like usual, mommy won,” Oikawa chuckled, holding up his hands in his defense when Iwaizumi’s glare turned to him.

“Why does everyone always refer to us like we’re married?” You huffed as you cleaned up some of the balls rolling around.

“Because we all know you two would be the main couple in an anime,” Oikawa stated with a grin, Iwaizumi throwing a volleyball at him in retaliation.

Maybe that should’ve been your first clue, or maybe the way that Iwaizumi turned so red so quickly should’ve been. But you shrugged it all off to Oikawa being an idiot (because when was he not annoying the shit out of his best friend?)

The mom and dad jokes never really went away, everyone always playfully calling you Mom until it wasn’t really said in such a teasing tone anymore, and you didn’t answer to it with a glare as often. Now when the team called you Mom, you responded with as much attention as you would have if they called you by your name. There was even one time when Kyōtani gave a quick, “Thanks mom” under his breath as he snatched his water bottle from your hands.

Calling Iwaizumi Dad still remained as hilarious as ever because Iwaizumi would just roll his eyes and throw whatever was nearest to him at the teammate who had addressed him as such. It was an annoying nickname... unless he was addressed as Dad and you were around to play Mom. Because he didn’t mind the idea of being a father with you around... a father of these idiotic teammates was a god awful nightmare, but... he couldn’t help but blush anytime someone called you his wife jokingly or teased him about making Mom mad.

Iwaizumi knew that the moment he came to the realization of how he felt about you, he had to tell you. He didn’t want this feeling in his chest to just sit there forever - he needed you to know how he felt and either feel the same way so he could make you happy every day for the rest of your life, or have you reject him so he could forget about ever feeling like this.

“So...” He cleared his throat one day, standing next to you as you started to put the equipment away. “I... I love you, Y/N.”

“I should fucking hope so,” you huffed, trying to push one of the net poles away. Iwaizumi’s eyes grew wide as he heard you accept his confession so casually.

“W-What?”

“We’ve got like 7 kids, Iwa, you can’t leave me a single mother of all of them. Oikawa would drive me insane and I’d have to leave him on the side of the road or something,” you sighed, standing up and brushing off the dirt and dust on your hands. “All done!”

Iwaizumi just stared at you, amazed that you could be so fucking oblivious, or at least deflect a confession so easily. Had you really been confessed to so often that you weren’t even fazed by the words anymore?

“Mommmm! Daddd! Are you guys almost done? You aren’t doing weird things in that storage closet are you?” Oikawa teased, poking his head in. “We were all thinking about grabbing something to eat if you guys were interested?”

You thought about it for a moment and glanced over at Iwaizumi who still seemed faze for whatever reason, “Sure! If Iwaizumi is coming,” you shrugged.

“Well hurry up then because we’re leaving now. You two will have to catch up if you keep dragging your feet!” Oikawa smiled his perfectly pretty boy smile, grabbing the rest of the team and pulling them all out with the promise of food.

You walked out of the storage closet, grabbing your bag from the floor, “Come on, Iwaizumi, I’m starving-” you started before turning to find him standing right behind him, making you jump a little. “Sheesh you okay? You look so dejected, what’s up with you?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you leaned against the wall behind you, Iwaizumi slowly closing the gap between you two.

He frowned, looking down at you as if measuring something in your face.

“Iwa?”

“Is my confession really that easy to reject for you?” He demanded harshly, leaning his hand on the wall behind you so he was practically towering over you.

Your mouth suddenly felt very dry, your chest tightening as you realized just how close he was to you, “C-Confession?”

“I just told you I love you... and you’re not even phased by it.”

Your eyes widened as you thought back to his voice saying those words to you... you hadn’t even considered the fact that he had actually meant it, “I... I don’t understand I thought... I thought you didn’t... that we weren’t...” you mumbled nervously, gulping slowly as he brought his other hand to your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“I love you, Y/N,” he repeated it again slowly, his forehead pressed slightly against yours. “If you’re going to reject me, at least look me in the eyes and do it.”

“I-” you felt your voice waver a little, looking up at his determined eyes. “I don’t... I don’t want to reject you, Iwaizumi. I love you too... I just... I didn’t think we were ever going to be more than friends.”

“I can prove to you otherwise if you’d like,” he teased with a smile and you could’ve sworn his thumb ran over your lips but it was so light it felt like a ghost’s touch. 

Needless to say, you two were very late for dinner and Oikawa chewed you two out because of it. 

You remembered the first time that Aone brought you flowers like it was yesterday, mostly because it had caught you so off guard. You had been sitting in the library, going over your notes for your upcoming math test, when suddenly a large shadow was over you.

You had practically jumped, seeing Aone there, because for some reason this large man was also really quiet and always seemed to surprise you.

“Hey Aone!” You beamed, moving your stuff over slightly. “Did you come to study with me?” 

He shook his head and glanced back at some of his teammates who seemed to be waiting for him near the door. 

“Oh do you have practice?” You asked, glancing at the time. He nodded and just stood there for a moment more as you wondered if there was a reason for him stopping by. “Are you okay, Aone?” You finally asked, blinking up at him.

Aone nodded slowly and moved his hand to you, showing a few small wildflowers that he was holding. He was very gentle with them, even though his hands were practically two times bigger than they were. But he set them down on your books and before you could even process what just happened, Aone had disappeared along with the rest of his teammates.

It was such a sweet gesture, and even if you weren’t really sure why he did it, you enjoyed looking at them. 

It became a sort of calling card for Aone, flowers taped to your locker, or just lying on your desk. You knew they were from him because he always seemed to linger and watch you find them, watch as you’d smile and look for him. And sometimes, you could swear he was smiling too before he’d go off and disappear again.

Other days, Aone would bring them to you. Sometimes it was during lunch, and he’d find you while you were sitting with your friends, and place them on your lap.

“They’re so pretty today, Aone!” You’d beam, touching the delicate petals with your fingers. “Thank you!”

He just nodded and patted your head gently before walking off like it was nothing.

Your friends always questioned you about the big Date Tech blocker, teasing you about his supposed affections for you. “Don’t be silly, I think he just likes flowers. Maybe he heard I kinda like them too.”

But honestly, Aone probably thought you had gotten the picture by now. Futakuchi insisted to him over and over again that he had to give you some sort of other message because flowers weren’t enough but Aone was never sure what kind of message would be. He wasn’t very good at putting words together and it’s not like he was known for his calligraphy either. How was he supposed to let you know if not with actions?

But after weeks passed and you always seemed to smile just the same at his gifts, Aone started to wonder if Futakuchi was right. Did you really not know? What could you possibly think the flowers were for if not a silent confession? He sighed as he tried to go to a flower shop, awkwardly asking the lady who worked there what kinds of flowers would be good for a confession. She showed him some smaller bouquets that wouldn’t attract too much attention, but would still show an affection, and once Aone had those, he decided it was time to actually try to say something.

He spent the whole night before, writing over and over again script on a small page, trying to make his calligraphy seem perfect. But no matter how much he tried, it always seemed too messy, too large, not delicate enough. He sighed as he looked at the heaps of crumped paper around him, frowning tightly as he tried just one more time. Maybe it didn’t have to be perfect, even though you deserved perfect. 

When you got to school the next day, Aone was standing there at the entrance that you usually came in from, with this adorable bouquet in his arms. Girls everywhere were whispering, eyes watching from all directions as if trying to pick out who he was confessing to.

“Aone?” You called him as he started to walk towards you. He pushed the flowers in front of you, eyes watching your carefully as you took the flowers in your hands. “What’re these for?”

He nodded towards a small piece of paper that was tied to the stems and you couldn’t help but smile at the small confession of “I like you” written on it.

“More than a friend,” Aone added quickly, as if worried you wouldn’t get it. “If that’s okay.”

“O-Oh... I always thought you just... I thought the flowers were just...” you stammered out nervously, thinking back to all the lovely small flowers he would give you. “That’s more than okay, Aone,” you finally managed to get out, grinning as you looked at the beautiful flowers in your arms. “They’re beautiful... but I liked the wildflowers you got me before more, you know. Don’t go spending so much money on bouquets.”

He nodded quickly and firmly, as if reminding himself of this for next time. You smiled up at him and he gave you a small smile gave, patting your head gently and lovingly. At least with these flowers, you finally got the hint.

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hiii! hope you’re doing well,, can i request a pt. 2 of them being away at training camp with kageyama, ushijima, iwaizumi, and atsumu? (by no means do u have to do all 4) i really enjoyed the first one!! thank you so much <3

THEY’RE AWAY FOR TRAINING CAMP (PT. 2)

𖦹 part 1 here! ; ft. kageyama, ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu

notes: THANK U NONIE!! i hope you enjoy this one as well ^_^

𖦹 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

unknowingly reaches for his phone after training. sure, he’s miles away from home, yet he finds himself staring blankly at the screen for five whole minutes before hearing tsukishima snort from behind him.

“if you miss them so bad, just call. gosh, will a tiger bite your ass if you do?” tsukishima shrugs and leaves the room.

definitely feels embarrassed after tsukishima’s suggestion but agrees nonetheless.

his heart immediately flutters once he hears your voice. he hugs his knees and curls up somewhere in the corner of the room, listening to you speak.

“tobio? are you listening?” you ask for the 10th time, then as if on cue, he snores. oh.

𖦹 USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

golden retriever energy !!!

conversations with him are always:

“baby, i miss you :(”

“give me a hug once i get home please”

goes on facetime and tours you around the camp, ignoring the knowing stares of his acquiantances that are silently judging him for being all sweet and cutesy around you.

gets so clumsy while touring you around ( accidentally drops his phone, trips on a staircase, etc. )

your dynamic is basically—you asking him a question and him humming shyly in response.

𖦹 IWAIZUMI HAJIME

mr. “need you, miss you.”

late night calls are always present in your relationship

would take a midnight jog around the campus while listening to you talk about your day

ALWAYS waits for you to end the call first

“hajime?” your voice, soft and tired, silently yawns his name. he hums softly, leaning towards the speaker of his phone.

“sleepy?”

“yeah” you reply, and he smiles softly. “mn, okay. good night, let’s talk again tomorrow.” then a few seconds later, he hears your soft, peaceful breaths through the speaker, and he figured that you already fell asleep and forgot to end the call.

𖦹 MIYA ATSUMU

claims that he “misses you like crazy, it’s insane.”

definitely gets all whiny around everyone, especially osamu ( said twin later takes a picture of atsumu all splayed out on the floor and squirming like a baby )

“ew, can you stop doing that?”

“samu, you’re so mean!”

“i’ll really send this to y/n if you don’t stop.”

sighs a LOT. is also frustrated a LOT. so whoever’s practicing with him has to deal with his monster sets without a break.

iwaizumi’s hand hurts.

if he’s honest, he doesn’t remember exactly what happened, it’s not much more than a blur of you—the color of your hair, the sound of your voice, your shaky fingers raising around his arm. he got angry, he wanted to punch the guy, he did punch the guy, and then he was being pulled away from the party and into his own apartment, just a few doors down.

you’d stumbled for his keys, reaching a hand into his back pocket where you knew he kept them, and he’d watched—a little pathetically holding his hand while he waited—and let you unlock the door for him.

and then you’d tugged him inside, told him to sit on his kitchen counter, and went rooting around in his freezer.

and now, his mind is still a little blurry, but you’re standing in front of him and cradling his hand in a bag of frozen peas, and you’re shaking your head at him and mumbling something that sounds an awful lot like a scolding.

and he hates that you look so pretty right now, that, when you’re being drenched in the yellow light of his apartment, when the moonlight can’t even reach you from his blinds, when your brows are creased together and you’re biting at your lip like you’re holding back things that are much worse than what you’ve already been saying (and unfortunately for him, he hasn’t really been listening to those things, so he knows he isn't making it better for himself).

but you look pretty. despite everything, despite the way you sigh when you look at him, despite the fact that you’re his best friend.

“iwa,” you say, tone a little sharp. he snaps back then, gaze finding yours, and he realizes that the way you were biting your lip before wasn’t to stop yourself from saying something worse, but to hold back a smile.

and oh, you’re awful at that.

“are you even listening to me?” you ask, and you sound upset, but then you’re smiling up at him and he isn’t ignorant to the way your fingers twine around his. if he asked, he’s sure you’d say you’re just testing to make sure they don’t hurt. he’s not sure he’d believe you now.

“no,” he replies, “no, i wasn’t.”

you roll your eyes and sigh at him, but you also bow your head towards him until your hair just barely brushes his hand, and he realizes something awful as his fingers curl towards you, as they bend to your will and as he bends to your beck and call—as he wishes to curl his fingers around the curve of your jaw and rise of your cheeks.

he likes you, in the worst, most inconvenient way, he likes you.

and at the time, he hadn’t known why he punched the guy, had only known that the way he was looking at you and the way he kept pushing you to come with him had made iwaizumi angry.

and maybe he should’ve known when you looked so pretty, should’ve known when you smiled at him and he felt the way his own lips tugged upwards in an automatic reply, should’ve known when he texted you first thing when he was out of his classes and should’ve known when he couldn’t be with someone else without thinking of you.

he’s stupid, irredeemably so, but he likes you.

“i don’t know why i try with you,” you say with another little sigh as you bring your head back up, hands still never leaving his.

(he knows it’s for the damn frozen peas, he chooses to think otherwise).

“you know,” you begin, turning his hand in your palm, watching the way bruises bloom over his knuckles. “i could’ve handled it.”

he doesn’t speak, but he raises a brow at you, a little amused smirk pressing creases into his cheeks. you meet his gaze with a little roll of your eyes.

“okay, okay, no. i wouldn’t have handled it. stop looking at me like that.” he laughs at that one, and he doesn’t miss the way you smile at him. “but you didn’t have to do it.”

“and i did it anyway.”

“but you didn’t have to.”

and iwaizumi, irredeemably stupid, irredeemably head over heels for you, knows he didn’t have to punch the guy. he knows well enough that he could’ve just told him to back off, that he’s done it before, that he could’ve dragged you away and thrown some choice words back at him.

so he shrugs, a terrible blush collecting at the tips of his ears that makes him want to press the frozen peas there instead of his throbbing hand, and just looks at you.

“i didn’t like the way he was talking to you. that’s all.”

there’s a little silence that follows his breath, and, for a moment, he’s sure that there’s something you want to say, something on the tip of your tongue that you can’t quite let escape your lips. instead of saying anything though, you look down towards his hand, trace your finger over the knuckles and drag with it the cold water that’s melted onto his hand. you press one of your fingers into the bruises and he winces, hissing a little at the pressure.

“stupid,” you mumble.

“the other guy’s worse than me,” he says, and you laugh again, a weak little thing—hardly more than a rush of breath past your lips.

“i don’t think the other guy is holding peas to his hand right now.”

“good thing i’m not either. that’s what i have you for.” you narrow your eyes at him, leaning forward to swat his arm with the back your hand, but he catches it with his left hand before you ever make contact. “and i’m pretty sure i broke his nose.”

“you definitely did,” you say, a little lighter, a little laughter mixing with the syllables.

and then there’s another bit of silence that chases after your laughter, another moment of your fingers tracing patterns against his skin, of your eyes flitting over his face like you’re looking for something that even he couldn’t find.

he likes you—too much, so much that right now, he can only think about kissing you, can only think about bringing his hand to your jaw and guiding your lips to his. he wants to kiss you as badly as he wants to breathe, wants to kiss you as badly as he wants the throbbing in his hand to stop, wants to kiss you as badly as he wants to listen to your laugh and watch the curve of your smile.

“hey-”

he doesn’t finish the sentence, because next thing he knows you’re leaning up to him, abandoning the frozen peas to instead cradle his face in your hands. they’re cold against his skin, but they’re you and you’re sweet and gentle and suddenly your lips are on his and you’re kissing him for the first time.

and he’s being surrounded by everything that’s you, the smell of your citrus shampoo and your honey perfume, the taste of your mint chapstick on his lips, the feeling of your fingertips across his cheekbones and his along his jaw.

you go to pull away and he raises his left hand to your cheek, pulling you back into him because hell if he’s going to let this end early. he feels the way you laugh into him, feels the pull of your smile against his lips and god he’s going to fall for you.

when you do pull away, when he moves so his forehead is leaned against yours, so he can feel the fanning of your breath against his skin, he hears you whisper.

“you didn’t have to punch him,” you say, and when he goes to protest, you kiss him again, just for a moment to shut him up, “but thank you anyway.”

and then you kiss him for a third time, and iwaizumi decides he’d punch as many guys as needed just to feel this again.

(he doesn’t have to, you’ll kiss him as many times as he allows).

reblogs and interaction are super appreciated ❤︎

— HQ BOYS + TAKING CARE OF THEM

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō, miya atsumu, miya osamu, matsukawa issei

note. let me be ur housewife. also don't say anything abt how long osamu's is.... i like him.

IWAIZUMI lets you join him in the shower on nights when he comes home late, when his breath smells a bit like scotch and his smile is lopsided in a way that you both know means midnight. he's all hushed drunken laughter, soap cascading down rippling shoulders as he leans down to press a sweet kiss to your collarbone. he'll whisper that you don't have to do this, the soft mumbling of go to bed crossing his tongue. and yet, you never do. instead, you lean up, shampoo in your hands, and let him hum as your fingers tangle in his hair.

KUROO lets you tie his tie. it's in the mornings, kisses drawn from the rising sun and touches soft enough to meld with the linens that once draped your bodies. he'll stand in front of you, suit, grin, and all, even when you're still dressed in the hanging fabric of your nightgown and your hair is still a tangled mess around your shoulders and face. but, no matter, because you'll reach up, delicate fingers around strong silk, and tie it just for him. and when you do, he'll cup your jaw in his hand just so he can kiss you one more time.

SUNA would never dare ask, but when you find him laying on the couch, face resting down on his arms and shirt riding up just enough so you can see his back, you can't help but let you nails follow the length of his spine. he shifts as though to lean into your touch, closing his eyes and breathing in a breath that almost feels like divinity. and if you stop, should you dare, he guides your hand back to him, ignoring the laughter that bubbles up past your lips and closing his eyes in sweet solace.

ATSUMU lets you dye his hair. or bleach it, rather, and then tone it when he finally lets you convince him. oh and how he's awful, moving and laughing and dodging out of the way of the cold dye even when it's dripping off of your gloved hands. he'll meet your gaze in the mirror, lopsided smirk carved into his cheeks, before putting his hands up in surrender. then, and only then, will he sit still, letting your hands comb through his hair with that stupid grin still on his face.

OSAMU finds you writing down notes for him. if he's cooking, he might change a recipe, speaking aloud as he adds a different spice or substitutes an ingredient, and each time, you'll write it down, scrawling handwriting with a little comment of whether he liked the change or not. other times, he'll come home to notes around the house—little reminders of why you're gone or what you need him to do before you get home. but his most favorite ones, and the ones he keeps locked away in drawers or hidden beneath clothes and old jewelry boxes, are the benign ones. little i loves you's scratched on napkins, drawings left on old gum wrappers from high school, sticky notes covered in old games you used to play to pass the time. he holds them like they're something to keep, an extension of you in the best way possible.

MATSUKAWA comes home to his laundry folded, or half-folded, at least, the rest of it still in the hamper or your hands. he'll roll his eyes, hands already at your waist and fingers dashing along your hips until laughter floats from your chest and into the air. when he tries to help you, you'll swat at his hand, your narrowed eyes drawing out a grin onto his face. so instead, he'll sit, tell you about his day and ramble about the things he misses (your voice, mostly, or your hair, or the scrunch of your nose), and each one will be met with the teasing lilt of tone that he's come to only associate with you.

— HQ BOYS + SUBTLE AFFECTION

feat. iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtarō, miya atsumu, miya osamu, sakusa kiyoomi, matsukawa issei, sawamura daichi

note. hi <3 idk how i feel abt these but here they are <33 love u all <33

IWAIZUMI loves you through touches that can almost feel forbidden. in the dim lights of a bar, mattsun’s voice floating through the air and makki’s laughter quick to follow it, iwaizumi’s hands trace up your spine. his thumbs dip beneath the hem of your shirt, just to feel a bit of your skin. no one else could see it, no one else would dare look close enough, but he’s letting his fingers slide over your skin like you’re made of silken waters and his hands are only meant to know the tide. it’s secret, only for you, and only from him.

KUROO loves you through the bow of your head, the gentle, silent knowledge that when he places a hand on your cheek in just the right way, he’s going to kiss the crown of your head. big hands on sweet, warm cheeks, the chill of the outdoors leaking from his flesh into yours. it’s the way you both just know, the way your eyes flutter shut and the way he smiles into your hair. it’s the routine, and the sweet wisdom that comes with it.

BOKUTO loves you through the hum of old songs. your first date, your first kiss, that one night where you both dissolved into laughter before you could even try to slow dance in the kitchen. he has every song committed to memory, letting the notes slip out in mindless harmony with whatever you’re both doing. and slowly, the humming may turn to a muttering of the lyrics, but it’s quiet in a way that bokuto isn’t, shy in a way you wouldn’t expect from him.

ATSUMU loves you through bitten-back smiles and the sound of half-snorted laughter. it’s the way he holds back the prick of his lips when you flick his forehead and tell him please, babe, just think for once. it’s in the way he pulls you back into him when you roll your eyes at his antics, the bite of his cheek to hide the smile that pokes into it. it’s lilted affection, laughter and teasing and feigned offense at rolled eyes—all in the name of kissing you for just a moment longer.

OSAMU loves you through the warmth of a stove. he knows what you like without even asking. so it’s the spiced sauté of vegetables, the kind you love and spread warmth through your torso on especially cold nights—the kind of spices that creep from your tongue and into your nose, just the right amount of heat, all because he knows it’s you. and when you hum, the melt of flavor on your tongue, he smiles, a teasing good to know you like it following the prick of his lips.

SAKUSA loves you through whispers. he’ll dip his head to your ear as he passes, a quiet stretch of adoration slipping over his tongue and working past your ears. at whatever formal function may beckon you, he’ll meet you with a duck of his head, bending down until you hear the way a soft chuckle rumbles through his chest and rings in the air—the mention of your name and suggestion of let’s get out of here falling past his lips.

MATSUKAWA loves you through how he listens. it’s the tilt of his head, his tongue poking out to pull his lip between his teeth, the narrowing of his eyes until you lean forward, swatting his chest with the back of your hand. it’s then that he laughs, the crinkle in the corners of his eyes following the curve of his lips, and he leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers laced together, and listens. and god, he swears he could do just that for hours.

DAICHI loves you through the tuck of your hair behind your ear. he’s delicate with it, a soft twirl of the strands between his fingers, and then he’s brushing it out your face—knuckles gliding across the apples of your cheeks, the vibrato of hushed whispers or ardor starting in his chest and fanning across your lips.

Iwaizumi x f!reader; cheater!Oikawa x f!reader

Word count: 6,4k

Category: Angst, Smut

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, sex, some choking, slapping and mentions of violence (reader basically asks to be hurt), daddy kink (not ddlg), scummy Oikawa being an asshole, kind of toxic Iwaizumi, uh, that’s about it? Dm me if I missed anything.

Summary: Having your heart broken by Oikawa Tooru is unexpectedly hard, but it’s even harder to let yourself fall for someone new.

Songs that inspired this: “Sparks” by Coldplay, “Song for a guilty sadist” by Crywank and “Skinny love” by Bon Iver 

Huge thanks to @velvet-kissesss for editing this and always being the first to read my stories! <3

Oikawa Tooru is like the sun. His smile is as bright as a summer day, his gaze as cold as ice, but he‘s still your sun. Or he used to be. Clouds of doubt that came in the form of suspicious text messages and excuses clouded his brightness and warmth that never really cleared away. 

He‘s busy busy busy. You‘re always wasting his time, you‘re always annoying him with your silly messages, asking- no, begging for his time; which you know you won‘t get. Your eyes and heart are completely filled with Tooru, your sun.

Even his friends notice the odd behaviour of their former captain yet they mask their concerns for your wellbeing with jokes and laughs once you stop showing up to their weekly dinners. 

The storm started when you overheard the conversation you weren‘t supposed to hear. It‘s a rare occasion to be home at the same time as Tooru, even in your shared apartment, your boyfriend so kindly paid for (You offered to pay rent, but even if he would‘ve accepted your offer, a broke college student would never be able to afford it). His voice sounded slightly annoyed, the notes barely there, but from the time you spent together you could clearly tell he was having an argument. 

“I’m not fooling around. I don’t know what to do,” 

You couldn’t tell what the argument was about, but you pressed yourself against the living room wall that divided the two rooms. Eavesdropping wasn’t good, but you were worried for Tooru. He was never home, never shared his worries and now he was getting into arguments. Your anxiety was rising. What if something was going on? 

“I’m not leading her on, you don’t know what you’re talking about! The only girl you’ve ever dated left you before college started. Adult relationships are so much harder,” 

There was only silence for a moment that seemed to stretch out into infinity. 

“I’m thinking about ending things. I think… I’m almost sure I’m falling out of love with her,”

Everything went silent until then the ringing in your ears took everything away. Your head was spinning, eyes unable to focus on anything, lungs suddenly filled with water and throat with sand. Empty. Empty, so painfully empty but full at the same time. You were the ‘her’ of the conversation. You were the girl Tooru was falling out of love with. 

You didn’t feel yourself falling onto your knees. You didn’t hear the loud thud, you didn’t even notice how cold the floor was until your silent bubble was popped by Tooru’s voice. 

“Shit, Y/N!”

His arm on your shoulder felt so heavy. Too heavy, the water filling your lungs seemed to spill out of your eyes, tears running down your face. Oikawa kneeled before you, pulling you into him, letting you bury your face into his sweatshirt that used to smell like your perfume but now smelled of something unfamiliar and unwelcoming, his hand in your hair stung colder than ice. 

He lets you cry, lets you grip him so hard, as if you think that letting go would be deadly and lets you whisper quiet “You don’t love me’s” until your throat becomes sore. 

“You heard everything,” it wasn’t a question, rather a statement. His hand reached your back, rubbing in gentle circles but it was anything but calming. You felt as if you couldn’t let go because as soon as you did, Tooru would disappear. Your sun would never shine anymore. 

“Don’t leave me, Tooru. Don’t leave me, please.”

His eyes watch your form, so defeated in his arms. 

“I won’t.”

You’ve been together for such a long time, you’ve been there through the highs and lows, always cheering him on, always there to greet him with a smile after a long, stressful day, always so willing to do anything to make him feel better even if your late night love-making ended in being unable to walk the next day and having to conceal the finger-shaped bruises left on your frail neck. Maybe it’s the stress of trying to balance college and volleyball. Maybe it’s the way seeing your face and feeling your gentle touch doesn’t put a smile on his face anymore. 

You at least deserve another chance. Another chance before he’s sure he fell out of love, even if he knows he has. 

“Y/N, I won’t leave you, I won’t,” he repeats like a mantra, like he wants his words to fill you full, like he wants you to believe it; even if he himself won’t. 

You don’t remember being carried to the bed, you don’t remember Tooru covering you in a soft, fluffy blanket but he’s still there when you wake up, with your back pressed against his chest, his long arms draped over you and his head resting against your shoulder. 

It's idle, it’s painfully normal that you can almost pretend nothing bad ever happened, that he still loves you the same way he did before. You can almost feel the brightness and warmth of the sun after being lost in the dark for so long.

The next few weeks go by fast and Oikawa keeps his promise. You never feel lonely, constant fancy dates that feel foreign after such a long time and the awkward smiles of his friends when he starts bringing you with him again. 

It almost feels too good to be true. And it is, as you learn when you return from your shitty part-time job earlier than usual. 

Don’t fly too close to the sun or you will burn. And you were burnt. Like Icarus, the wax of your wings melted and your false feelings of security you held onto are shattered into tiny pieces, never to be collected by anyone. 

He’s in the arms of another woman, another pair of lips is kissing away at his skin, tainting him, the sight making you dizzy when you can’t take your eyes off of their tangled bodies.

The woman notices you first, yelping and pulling the covers to save any dignity she has left. Oikawa can’t look up. He’s physically sick, any minute and he’ll throw up. Is he mad because you showed up early or is he disgusted by himself? The feelings mix into a dangerous combination and he’s unable to say anything. 

Only when you open your mouth do the apologies begin pouring out of his mouth, the girl beside him long forgotten as he climbs out of bed, pulls his sweatpants on and chases you into your shared bedroom. 

He catches your wrist and tries to tug you closer when you reach for anything you can. Your charger, a few clothing items and your favorite perfume he gifted you, tossed carelessly into a bag and all that’s left is the sorrow in your eyes.

He wants- no, he needs you to be mad, but as tears flow down his face he can’t help but shout at you, grab you by your shoulders and violently shake you until you plead to him to let you go, until there’s fear mixing in with the tears in your eyes. 

After he releases his iron grip, you storm off. All there’s left is the bruises starting to bloom on your skin and the voice of another woman. 

Oikawa throws up soon after that. 

***

Your phone is overwhelmed with notifications from missed calls and messages, but you run until your legs are sore and your lungs are burning. The bag in your hand is the only thing still grounding you to this world while your tears mix with the pouring rain as you fall on the cold, slimy sidewalk once again; your tights ripped and dirty. 

You reach for the door already shaking and even more pathetic-looking than before. The doorbell rings a silly melody and you consider walking away before you make a fool out of yourself, but you don’t have the time to re-think that decision when the door swings open, a slightly annoyed looking Iwaizumi standing before you.

His scowl drops as soon as he sees it’s you and his features form a worried expression when he takes in the state that you’re in. 

“Y/N, what- What the fuck happened?” he doesn’t wait for your answer, already ushering you inside as the warmth of his home seeps into your tired, frozen body. 

“I-“ 

He guides you to the living room immediately before turning up the heat and sitting you down on a couch, before sitting beside you.

You don’t dare look at him. 

“Y/N, tell me what happened.” 

He’s worried and you shrink into yourself, the feeling of guilt unbearable. You’re not worth the worry.

“Oikawa he…I found him having sex with another woman.” 

The words come out fast, like ripping off a band-aid. Iwaizumi frowns, his lips part in disbelief. Oikawa told him he was falling out of love with you, but… cheating on you in your own home was a whole ‘nother thing. 

Iwaizumi didn’t know if his face showed any obvious disgust or anger, but your hands started shaking. 

“Should I go?” your eyes find his, fluttering shut to hide the glossiness, “Iwaizumi, tell me if you need me to go. I know that Oikawa is your friend and that I’m just some girl he dated but I didn’t know where else to go, I didn’t know who else to call,” 

He can feel your uncertainty and stress so he does the first thing that comes to his mind; gently grabs your hands, flinching when he finds them ice-cold. 

“First of all, you’re not just some girl, I have known you since our third year of high school. I’m your friend as much as I’m Oikawa’s. And I won’t let you go anywhere, not in the state you’re in.” 

You stare at him in disbelief, hands still shaking. 

“Yeah, Iwa, we’re besties for life,“ your voice breaks as you try to make a joke. 

You can’t help but burst into tears again. Pathetic, fucking pathetic and annoying. Your thoughts run wild, trying to find a reason why Tooru did this to you.

Iwaizumi pulls you into a tight hug while you’re left with your arms awkwardly hanging limp by your sides, your tears and snot soiling his shirt. 

“Listen, you’re cold and your clothes are wet. How about you go take a shower while I make you something to eat? Then we can talk more about it, if you want to. But you will catch a cold staying in those wet clothes.”

The kindness is unexpected. You knew that the dark-haired man never lacked compassion, but he was so painfully kind. Too kind.

“Iwaizumi- It’s too much. I-“ 

He doesn’t let you finish, already letting you go to bring you a set of fluffy, fresh towels. 

“It’s what any friend would do. Please listen to me, I don’t want you to get sick. Please.”

There’s too much “please’s” in that sentence, but you do as he asks and let him guide you into the bathroom, pretending to listen when he tells you something about using any shampoo and shower gel you want.

And then he leaves you alone. Painfully alone again.

You undress, the wet clothes falling to the floor. Your biceps have handprints imprinted on them and you can’t stand to look at yourself anymore as you climb into the huge bathtub. 

The water is boiling and it feels like your skin is going to peel off as you trace patterns on your tired body, trying to burn Tooru’s touch away; but no water could ever be hotter than the sun. 

You don’t know how you find the strength to wash your hair, but the musky, citrusy smell of Iwaizumi’s shampoo untangles the knots in your hair, keeping your head empty. Or, as empty as it can be.

You don’t know how much time goes by but you’re sitting down with your back against the shower wall when a knock comes. 

“Y/N? I don’t want to bother you and you can take your time, but I went through your bag- I- I uh wanted to find you some clothes, didn’t mean to snoop around. But- Uh, but you don’t have any warmer clothes packed so I brought you some of mine. I’ll leave them by the door.” 

There’s no footsteps and you realize he’s waiting for an answer. Is he worried? Afraid you’ll drown yourself in his shower? A soft laugh slips past your lips. 

“Okay.” your voice sounds like it doesn’t belong to you; too distant and unrecognizable. 

The footsteps fade away and you decide to not feed into Iwa’s fears as you step out of the shower, drying yourself off. 

Wrapped in a towel, you open the door and grab the pile of clothes Iwa has left. There’s a pair of panties and a bra from your bag, then a pair of sweatpants and a huge hoodie you don’t recognize so they must be Iwaizumi’s.

Getting dressed feels like a chore. Your arms are heavy and your legs feel like they’re made out of wood. Iwaizumi’s clothes smell just like him, musky and citrusy, erasing the smell of sex that haunted you since you stormed out of your home.

The clothes fit you weirdly but you can’t complain, because they’re warm and comforting.

An aroma coming from the kitchen almost makes you dizzy again and you realize that you haven’t eaten today. 

“Sit down,” suggests Iwaizumi, as soon as you step into the kitchen, “I made ramen. It’s not anything fancy, but I didn’t do any grocery shopping recently. We, uh, I could order you take-out if you’d like that more?”

You hop onto one of the comfortable chairs and muster a smile. 

“Iwa, it’s fine, ramen is fine.”

That seems to calm his concerns, even if for a little bit. You eat in silence. He seems to observe you, blushing as soon as you catch his glance, but you don’t have the energy to ask him anything. 

You want to help him wash the dishes, the guilt of him being so kind and you not being able to do anything in return, but he just asks you to sit down, assuring that he’s got this.

He stands before you after putting the dishes away and once again grabs your hands. You don’t know if it’s to comfort you or because he doesn’t know what to do, but his hands are cold and unfamiliar; though his touch isn’t unpleasant or unwelcome. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You manage to shake your head, letting it fall into his chest. The position is awkward, but one of his hands almost automatically begins massaging your back in slow motions. 

“Ok, we will not then. Makki- uh, Makki said that you liked watching ‘Howl’s moving castle’?”

You lift your eyes, raising an eyebrow at the brunette’s statement. 

“Makki remembers stuff like that?”

Iwa lets out a dry laugh, as if trying to lighten the atmosphere. 

“He said you made him watch it with you twice.”

A ghost of a smile graces your lips. 

“No one else would, so Makki was my only option. It’s not like he didn’t enjoy it. I even heard him talking to Mattsun about it.”

It seems like your mind wanders off for a second. ‘Good’, Iwa thinks. 

“Do you want to watch it right now? I can bring you a blanket and like, snacks or something? Or you can go to sleep if you’re tired, I already made the bed.”

You’re lost in your thoughts for a moment and then your gaze meets the former vice-captain’s olive eyes again. 

“Can we um, can we actually watch ‘Jurassic park’ instead?” you ask, uncertain. 

“Yeah, of course we can,”

A good hour passes and you’re halfway into the movie, hidden almost completely under the warm blanket, when Iwaizumi turns his face away from the TV to focus it on you. His slightly chapped lips part, as if he couldn’t voice his thoughts. 

“Everything okay?” you ask, turning your attention away from the blood-thirsty dinosaurs chasing a group of people. 

“Why did you pick this movie?”

You feel heat flood your cheeks, palming the material of the blanket.

“It’s one of Tooru’s favorites. He likes watching dumb dinosaurs and even dumber people.”

Your answer is quiet, but Iwaizumi knew the answer even before the words left your mouth, he only needed you to confirm it. How does watching a movie that the ‘person who cheated on you’ liked could bring you comfort?

“I know it’s stupid and God, um, I probably look pathetic right now and all but,” you pause to take a deep breath, tears threatening to spill all over again, “If I watch it closely enough, I can almost convince myself that everything’s like before. That we’re watching a movie with you and Tooru and he just left to get a drink.”

Soft cries that you fail to silence leave your lips as Iwaizumi pulls you closer, not resisting enough to look at you so hurt and defeated. It’s probably weird to hug you as much as he did today, but you don’t seem to mind, burying your head into his shoulder and crying away. He’s not good with words;  the complete opposite of Oikawa, who makes small talk and comforting words look effortless. Physical comfort is his only way Iwauzumi can show that he truly cares. 

It’s a good half an hour before you’re asleep in his arms, the movie long-forgotten. Iwaizumi’s eyes take in your form. You poor thing, Iwa didn’t really know how to help you or take your pain away besides taking care of you the best he could. 

He reaches for his phone on the edge of the sofa, wanting to check the time and probably carry you to the bed but he finds tons of notifications still ongoing. They’re all either from Oikawa or the groupchat of the former third years. 

He doesn’t bother responding to Oikawa, opting to read the groupchat. He can’t care enough to read all the messages they’ve exchanged while he was gone so he scrolls a good bit. 

Shittykawa: fuck, you really don’t know where she is?

Makki: for the 10th time, we tried calling her friends. 

Makki: none of them know, how do you expect us to know?

Shittykawa: just fuck

Shittykawa: shit, this is so bad. What if something bad happened to her?

Mattsun: Yeah? Something like her boyfriend cheating on her?

Mattsun: Oh wait :D

Makki: mattsun, now’s not the time

Makki: oikawa you fucked up and I want to personally beat you up, but blowing up the groupchat won’t help you find Y/N

Makki: take a breather, calm down. I’m sure she just went to some friend we don’t know or something

Shittykawa: I’ll try calling her

Iwaizumi scowls, fingers typing out a fast response.

Iwa-chan!!: don’t

Matssun: Iwa? Wtf 

Iwa-chan!!: she’s at my place

Iwa-chan!!: she’s safe and asleep, just finished crying her eyes out

Shittykawa: what the actual fuck

Shittykawa: I’ve been calling fucking everyone and NOW you decide to tell me she’s at yours?

Makki: why is she at yours tho? 

Mattsun: Yeah, would’ve guessed she went to Mina’s or smth

Iwa-chan!!: well im her friend too so

Makki: yeah, it’s just weird

Mattsun: She also could’ve went to ours lol

Makki: good thing she’s at Iwa’s

Makki: I couldn’t handle another marathon of fucking studio Ghibli movies

Mattsun: Where’s Oikawa tho? 

Shittykawa: omw to Iwa’s

Iwa-chan!!: wtf no

Shittykawa: I’m taking her home

Mattsun: Yeah, probably not the best idea

Iwa-chan!!: she just fucking cried because of you, you think she wants to see you

Makki: you should give Y/N space, Oikawa

Makki: I doubt she wants to see you rn

Shittykawa: don’t care

Shittykawa: open the door Iwa

Iwa grunted, gently moving you away from his shoulder and slightly increasing the sound of the movie, not wanting to wake you up when the inevitable screaming match between him and Oikawa breaks out. 

Makki: wanna bet ¥1000 that Iwa at least slaps Oikawa?

Mattsun: Nah, I bet ¥2000 that they get into a screaming match and wake Y/N up 

Iwa puts his phone down, not bothering to read any more incoming messages and moving to open his door. He doesn’t want to. Doesn’t want to look his best friend of so many years into eyes. Doesn’t dare wonder what will happen when you wake up and see Oikawa here.

Despite so many reasons to not open his door, his arm automatically reaches for the handle and swings it open. 

Oikawa stands there, looking like a ghost in the pale moonlight. His features seem blurry in the light, warm brown eyes now cold as ice. He pushes past Iwa, uninvited and slams the door shut, eyes searching for any sign of you, as if you’re just going to appear out of nowhere. One of Iwa’s hands clutches Oikawa’s shirt sleeve and holds it tight.

“She’s sleeping, don’t you dare go and fucking wake her up after the day she’s had,” grunts Iwa, dragging his best friend to the kitchen. Despite being there so many times before, today Oikawa seems out of place. 

“I’m taking her home,” states Oikawa, once again. 

“No, you’re not,” retorts the dark-haired man, “Sit the fuck down and let’s talk.”

Oikawa begrudgingly pulls out a chair and sits down. They’re looking at each other for a moment, not daring to break the silence. It almost feels like everything is okay, for a moment, like nothing happened, like it’s another quiet evening spent talking at Iwa’s house. If Oikawa concentrates hard enough he can almost imagine hearing your’s and Makki’s banter over the movie choice for tonight and Mattsun chuckling. Almost. 

“What the hell were you thinking? I thought everything was going okay,” Iwa tries to ask calmly, but the way he talks through his gritted teeth alarms Oikawa that they’re not about to have a quiet, calm conversation. 

“I wasn’t thinking. Y/N wasn’t meant to walk in.”

“So you planned to cheat on her and just go on with your life, God I-“ Iwa stops to take a deep breath. He knows he needs to keep himself level-headed but it’s so fucking hard, “When you told me that you’re falling out of love I was hoping everything would turn out okay. Even if not, I thought you’ll just break up with her, not… Not that,”

Oikawa looks lost. His eyes trace the coffee mugs on the table, then reach the colorful rag near the sink and then travel back to Iwaizumi. Hajime knows that his friend is looking just above his eyes, avoiding the judgemental gaze. 

“What am I supposed to do now?” the former captain’s voice is merely a whisper, the confidence it always carries gone. 

Iwa sees the way Oikawa is suffering, yet he cannot find it in himself to feel sorry for the former captain. The complete and utter selfishness of his actions; disgusting. 

“Get out and sleep it off. Let her rest, that’s the best you can do.” 

“I want to see her, to apologise, to-“

“Would you want to hear apologies from your partner, who you just caught cheating on you?” Oikawa’s face drops even more, if possible. A frown takes its place on his guilt-ridden features, a bunch of different thoughts making it hard to focus.

“I fucked up- I,” Oikawa’s searching for words, but can’t seem to find any, “There’s no coming back from this, is there?”

Iwa looks up. Seeing Oikawa in so much pain almost makes him physically ill. He feels conflicted. He wants to comfort his best friend, tell him that everything will be okay, that this situation has a solution, but Iwaizumi has never been a good liar. The former vice-captain manages to nod and they sit in silence until there’s footsteps. 

Oikawa scrambles to stand up, already at the kitchen entrance before Hajime manages to catch him. It’s like their conversation flies out of Oikawa’s head — he’s trapping you in a tight hug, whispering promises and apologies, while you just helplessly stare at Iwa.

“Let me go, Oikawa,” you mutter, voice completely powerless and void of any emotion. The usage of his surname sends a shiver down Tooru’s spine. Small details begin to fall into place – your red, puffy eyes, the way you hold yourself like you just want to hide and the fact that you’re wearing his best friend’s clothes. You smell like Iwaizumi and that finally snaps Oikawa out of his trance. He lets you go, “If you have any respect left for me and my feelings, please leave”. 

You say the sentence with such exhaustion that it seems like it’s physically hard for you to speak. 

“I’m gonna leave, alright?” He leans a bit, so that you can look straight into his eyes. It seems like he has been crying too. You catch Iwaizumi’s gaze in your peripheral vision, “But please know that I’ll be waiting for you to come back, okay? 

Your eyes wander away and he abruptly grabs your shoulders. You notice Iwa tensing up. 

“I know you’re too smart to listen to my apologies, but please consider it, okay? I know you love me, Y/N, so think about it. I’ll come pick you up anytime, alright?” 

You manage a nod and just like that – Oikawa is gone, a quick goodbye to Iwaizumi and he’s out the door.  It hurts, hurts so fucking much. A moment of enlightenment then complete darkness again.

“Y/N…” Iwa is careful when he hugs you, like he’s afraid to hurt you. You step away so that you can look into his eyes. Dark green mixed with olive and brown tones seems to magically reel you in. You just want the pain to go away, even if for a moment. You’re so incredibly close to him and you can’t resist – your lips connect and you close your eyes. Iwaizumi doesn’t seem shocked, and even if he is, he instantly kisses you back. 

His lips are slightly chapped and his hands explore your body carefully – every move and touch thought through. 

He pulls away for a moment and your arms instantly reach to pull him closer, to go back to the state with no thoughts and problems – just pure passion, kisses filled with sadness and longing. 

“Do you really want this?” he murmurs, almost into your lips, “Do you really want me or am I just a temporary replacement you can imagine Oikawa’s face on?”

He can read people so well, even if it doesn’t seem so. There’s nothing else besides physical affection and a long-lasting friendship. You trust him, you trust him to take the pain away, to make you forget your sun. 

“I want you to take the pain away,” you answer him and your lips meet once again, “Please, Ha-ji-me,” you say his name in between kisses and Iwaizumi curses himself. 

He’s an awful person and an even worse friend – leading, no, dragging you into his icy cold bed, when he should be comforting you, kissing away at your neck and quickly undressing you instead of calling Oikawa to come up with a way to fix this mess. He can’t help it, he can’t help himself from marking your pretty tits up when he’s wanted you since third year in high school, since you were utterly and completely Oikawa’s. 

Having something so forbidden is exciting and Iwa knows that he can still back out, can still stay a good friend to Tooru, but why not just give him a taste of his own medicine? God, his moral compass is all fucked up. 

His fingers softly massage your clit until they dip lower, slowly and softly fingering you while his thumb plays with your clit. He swallows up your sweet moans and mewls within his mouth, kissing you roughly and full of passion.

“Good girl,” he mutters, leaving yet another mark on your neck, the possessive side of him enjoying the already visible bruises that litter your upper body. 

You whine when he thrusts particularly hard, hitting the spot that almost makes you instantly cream around his fingers.

“D-don’t be gentle, okay? I’m not gonna break,” you manage to say in between moans, “I want you to cause me physical pain, yeah? O-oh- so t-that I can forget why It’s hurting so much,”

Iwa’s brain seems empty. On one hand, he should be comforting you, not hurting you, but on the other hand, how can he say no when you look up at him, utter and complete sadness clouding your teary eyes, short pants slipping past your plush lips. 

“You want me to make it hurt?” he chuckles, one huge hand enclosing around your neck with the other still inside you, grinning when you lean into his cold hand’s touch, desperate to be ruined, “Okay, I’ll do that.”

Iwa’s not a sadist in bed, most of the time, but you asked him to make you forget. And to be honest, he really wants you to forget. How euphoric would it be if that fucked-out look would be reserved for him only? 

“A-ah, can I come, please?” you ask, hardly able to talk, pupils dilating, hands trembling and reaching to grab his snow-white sheets, looking for something to hold onto. 

“Good girl, such a good girl asking for permission,” he mumbles and your eyes light up, but then the hand on your neck squeezes harder and you’re left with your mouth agape, watching Iwaizumi’s delighted face as he fingers you into completion, “You have to ask nicely if you want to cum. What did you used to call Oikawa?

His fingers slow to an agonizing pace and you let out a groan in frustration. Iwa wonders if he’s crossed a line with his questions, but all his worries are calmed down, when your eyes sparkle with fresh tears and you manage to sob out a frantic “Please, daddy, please, can I cum?” as if you’re afraid the brunette will take away your pleasure. 

“Cum” he orders, high on the power you basically handed to him without any resistance. And then he watches you come undone on his fingers, your face filled with ecstasy as you keen and cream around his fingers.

Iwaizumi gives you a moment to get yourself together and breathe as he moves his hand away, but after that he’s expectantly shoving his fingers with your juices towards your face and beams when you suck his fingers clean; even without him asking. 

He strokes your cheek and pulls out his pulsing cock out of his boxers. He’s so impossibly hard and he just can’t wait to be in you, feeling the heat of your tight walls on his dick. 

You look down and your eyes become as wide as saucers – he’s no longer than Oikawa, but definitely thicker, oh you just know you’ll have trouble walking the next day. 

“Don’t worry your pretty little head, baby,” he chuckled, “Let daddy take care of you.”

There’s thoughts rattling through your head for a moment, but then you give in and nod – still not able to completely think after a mind-numbing orgasm. 

Iwaizumi lines himself up with your creaming hole and then pushes in. You mewl and keen, but he keeps going, swallowing all the noises with comforting kisses, knowing that If you’d really wanted him to stop, you would’ve told him so. Inch after inch and he’s finally bottomed out – your pelvises rubbing together. 

“I’m gonna move now, yeah? Pretty girl,” he can’t help but praise you – so pretty, all submissive and blissed-out just for him.

Iwaizumi’s thrusts are hard and fast – it seems like he wants to engrave the shape of his cock into your tight walls and his name into your fuzzy, pleasure-filled brain.

“Daddy-“ you whine, “So good, feels mmhm- feels so goo-good!” you scream, biting at his neck, making the brunette suck in a harsh breath. 

“Yeah? You’re gonna be my good girl after this, huh?”

You can’t focus your thoughts to answer – the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls, the way his muscles are flexing when he grabs your hips, the way he smells, the-

Iwaizumi slaps you. Not hard, but hard enough to get your attention and for pain to begin blooming in your cheek. 

“Daddy asked you a question. I expect you to answer, honey.” His green eyes are darkened with lust, pet name condescending. 

“Y-yeah, gonna be your good girl, daddy,” you pant, breath coming out in short puffs.

From your expression and the way you’re clenching down on him, he can feel that you’re close.

“You on birth control?” Iwa asks, not completely lost in pleasure, still able to think, but fuck is the thought of coming in you hot.

“Y-yeah,” you cry out, “Cum inside me, yo-you can cum inside me,”

That’s all it takes. His vision flashes, strong arms trembling and squeezing your hips even harder and then he paints your walls white. You come soon after – a little stimulation to the clit and you’re coming on his softening dick. 

You stay there for a few moments, both breathing and collecting yourselves. Iwa falls to your side, pulling you close to him, tucking your head under his chin, your hot breath tickling his neck.

“Thanks,” you manage to say, before blacking out. It seems like today’s events really tired you out. Hajime doesn’t mind. He could get used to this. Used to you in his bed, used to you being completely his. He couldn’t get used to the guilt though. He stays up, lost in thought, until first rays of liquid gold begin leaking through the curtains.

***

Iwaizumi picks up your things from your’s and Oikawa’s place. You’re miserable yet again – asking Iwaizumi to do it for you through hiccupping sobs. 

His best friend of many years has your bags ready, your shared apartment weirdly empty, cold and unwelcoming without your things. 

“So she’s really not coming back,” Oikawa mutters. He looks even more miserable than you; it’s fucking depressing and the guilt comes back stronger than ever. Fuck.

“Well you can’t blame Y/N. You cheated,” Iwa retorts, tone colder and harsher than he intended. 

“Yeah, that,” Tooru laughs, a noise so empty and pathetic that his best friend cringes, “Does she have a place to stay?” 

“She’s staying at mine’s” 

“You’re fucking, aren’t you?” Oikawa chuckled and Iwaizumi froze, “Figured. I have no reason to be mad at you, Iwa, but I fucking am. Still feels like… She’s mine, you know? And I really wanna fucking beat you up for touching what’s mine, but I’m not going to do that,”

Iwa nods. His best friend was always too good at reading people. Too good for his own good. 

“I’m going to Argentina soon. Got a good deal to play at in professional team while still being able to finish my studies,”

“That’s… That’s amazing Tooru,” Iwaizumi is excited for him – there were no doubts that he was going to make his dreams come true, but it’s like a weight has lifted off of Iwa’s shoulders; Oikawa is going to be miles away from you and you’re not going to fall back into the setter’s awaiting arms. 

“I know you’ll feel like she’s completely yours when I’m gone, but I’m not doing this for you. I want to change, to be a better person. A new country might help. But I won’t be gone from her life, yeah? I’m still her friend, even if it's a really shitty one. Time heals people, who knows what the future will bring.” Oikawa smiles and Iwaizumi’s heart beats in his chest. 

“If you want to get back with her someday-  I won’t- I won’t let you. Okay? Yeah, you have everything and she’s mine. You had your chance, Tooru,” Iwa is about to walk out, your bags in his hands, but there’s something stopping him. Right, “Text me when you’re there, tell me how you’re doing. Still want to know that you’re safe.”

“Will do,” Oikawa responds and the door to his apartment closes. It’s over.  

*** 

Iwaizumi blocks Oikawa’s number from calling you. The less you know the better. He’s away now and he doesn’t have time to call you. Everything is over and you’re happy with Iwaizumi. 

But when you press his hand against your neck harder and harder, the look in your eyes looks something close to a prayer, begging. He doesn‘t know if he should cry for himself or for you, because you‘re asking him to hurt you over and over again, harder and harder, for the physical pain to replace the everlasting ache in your heart; if even for a moment. You are completely and utterly Oikawa Tooru‘s and no matter how many  “I love you’s” you whisper into Iwaizumi’s neck on lonely and self-hatred filled nights, when the sun is replaced by the moon, he knows that you’ll never be his. That he’s never going to be your sun. He knows from the way your hands reach for your phone as soon as it rings, from the way your face drops when it’s not the voice you crave to hear, from seeing your eyes tear up when you’re looking at him, your head spinning from trying to imagine a different face instead of Iwaizumi’s. 

It's stupidly foolish of him to hope that he could ever be enough for you. That he could ever replace Oikawa, replace the man you compared to the sun. Iwaizumi was cold and bitter, the care and worry always masked by a scowl. Could he be your moon at least? Would you ever be satisfied with the coldness of the moon, when you once had the warmth of the sun? 

Iwaizumi doesn’t want you to answer the questions he never voices, the ones you have probably already answered hundreds of times in your head. 

All he can do is pull you closer and hope to be enough. The night is filled with sounds from the city that flow through the open window alongside the darkness. He can almost pretend he doesn’t feel the uneven rise of your chest, almost ignore the quiet sobs you try to hold in. 

Iwaizumi buries his face into your hair, the citrusy and musky smell of his shampoo filling his senses assuring him that he’s not in the wrong here. 

So why does it feel so bad to be selfish for once? To hold you in his arms like this, seeking to give you the comfort he knows you crave from another. 

Why does it feel so bad to keep you away from the sun?

A Place for Everything, and Everything in Its Place

Okay so this is the first work I’m posting from my ao3 account

Takes place in my college au where iwa/kawa/reader are attending the same uni and dating

Description:  Being naked, tied up and gagged in a men's gymnasium bathroom is a new and exciting experience. You're waiting while your boyfriends finish up another college volleyball game; you're going to be a surprise treat for Iwaizumi, letting him use your cunt for some much needed stress-relief. Oikawa won't be far behind, either, and you get to be their helpless little slut. Be careful, though, or the rest of their team may hear.

Warnings: exhibitionism, bondage, BDSM, vaginal sex, f!reader, pet names, hair-pulling, slight degradation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, asphyxiation, breathe play, aftercare!!! Don’t do this shit without negotiation and aftercare.

18+ only

You can hear the crowds cheering from outside the bathroom. Cleats squeaking across floors, the dull thud of volleyballs hitting hands or the ground, screams and yells echoing. It’s a big game for your university’s volleyball team, but they’re favored to win. You hope they win with every fiber of your being. From the cheers of the pep squad, it seems like the boys are doing well, luckily.

It’s cramped in the bathroom stall. The furthest down from the door in the men’s gymnasium locker room. It’s humid, and chilly, too, so you were a bit uncomfortable, but that was mostly because you don’t have clothes on. Your bare nipples stiffen from the stifling air around. The door is only shut, not latched, which only adds to your spiking anxiety. Anyone could enter.

The ropes are starting to numb you a little, but you will admit they’re tied very well. One wraps around your right forearm, binding it to the handicapped bar on the side of the stall. Your knee is tied to that elbow, holding it up and away so you have to balance sitting on the toilet seat. Your other arm is bound behind you to a collar from your neck, making you keep your arm twisted back or suffocate. That combo was bound to a cloth gag, firmly between your teeth, and your lower back had a loop tied to the tank. Only your left leg was free, and that you had to spread to the side for balance or risk falling. Every movement is a dangerous game of tilting back and forth on the seat. You try not to shift at all or make any noise.

Time leaks by in small drips with nothing to distract you. Only beige, tiled walls to stare at, and the yellow light from long ceiling fixtures bounding off the metal door. At least it was mostly clean, as clean as a men’s bathroom could be. It smelled of stale sweat and socks. But eventually, you hear the screams and stomps and chants of a victorious crowd, and your heartrate skyrockets as you hear your team open the door to the locker room. You tug on the ropes instinctively; there’s no give. The men chatter and laugh and slap each other on the back, and you hear the captain praising the star setter.

Oikawa Tooru.

“Where’s the girlfriend? She’s usually here to cheer you on.” The captain says it to Oikawa, wince he’s more talkative, but it’s also aimed at Iwaizumi Hajime.

“Ah, she’s pretty tied up today and couldn’t make it,” Oikawa deflected. Ha-ha, very funny.

“Too bad, I know you love it when she’s here.”

You can hear that infuriating smirk in his voice. “Yeah, we really, really do.”

As they chat, some people walk away to the showers to clean off, and other’s step into the toilet area. With every set of footsteps headed your way, adrenaline pulses harder through your veins. Your gag is soaked through, drool turning cold on your jawline, shivering from either fear or excitement or the chill, or some combination. Only one person uses the last stall.

Iwaizumi Hajime opens the door and freezes when he sees your shaking form. You worry even more, scared someone will catch sight of you. All trussed up and sweet for Iwa, bound and docile. There’s even a helpful note written on your abdomen: “Fuck me, please”. There’s more words in colorful paint pens, like a raunchy work of art. “I’m a slut” “Fill me up with your cock” “I need it” “Property of Oikawa and Iwaizumi”.

Iwa is speechless. He drops the towel he had to mop up the sweat at the back of his neck, then his cheeks dust red. He closes the door behind him, and you relax for just a moment, head bobbing down. This tugs on your arm and you wince. The ace walks closer, gets in your face.

“Shittykawa left me a present, huh?” he whispers, right into your sensitive ear. You shake your head.

“No? I think you’re lying.”

His big hands come to rest on your thighs, and you try to move your free leg to close them, but you throw yourself off balance and end up abrading your wrists and neck. You try so hard not to make any sounds, but a teammate shouts over.

“You good Iwaizumi?”

He looks at you with those black eyes of his, a warning to shut up in the squeeze of his hand. “Yeah, all good,” he calls back.

You have to open your legs again or risk making noise, but to Iwa, it just looks like you’re spreading them for him.

“Naughty girl,” he chastises, but his smile gives away his pleasure. “I’ll thank Oikawa later.” He presses a kiss to your temple, and you flinch at the soft feeling. His hands are quick about finding the space between your thighs, the sensitive, leaking pussy that’s been neglected til now. You flinch even harder at that, head jolting, pulling harder on your twisted arm. This time you fight down the gasp to avoid being caught. The men outside are still talking about the game, having no idea about a slut stuck on a toilet. The idea is as thrilling as it is scary.

Iwaizumi notices your restraint and rewards you with a peck over your gag. “Good girl.”

His calloused fingers rub over your inner labia gently, stroking until they part on their own, but all at once pushing two fingers deep into your pulsating insides. You have to focus on being quiet when he probs at your walls, scissoring his fingers apart for a cursory stretch so he fits inside you at all. It doesn’t last.

His ball shorts come off with his underwear. Iwa runs a hand over the droll slipping down your neck. He’s already half hard before he wraps that hand around its girth, using your spit, stroking slow over a flushed head and a vein running along the side. Him and Oikawa both believe in not having sex before a game, you know this, so he’s raring to go at the sight of your leaking cunt, of you at his mercy in such a public way.

He’s staring at your body as he jerks off. He’s clearly thinking, but you can only guess as to what about. You feel the slickness seeping from you and expect it to get cold, but with Iwaizumi so warm and sweaty from the game in such a tight space with you, the air gets warmer and warmer. His touch is heating you up, too, and the smoldering look in his eyes. They never leave your body. You feel heat rise in your skin, so unused to the deadly focus he levels only at volleyballs. Like a predator.

He’s fully stiff, and grunts like he’s made up his mind about something. Two huge hands grab your hips tight enough to bruise, and he’s tilting up, and up, and you almost shriek as you tip backward. You narrowly avoid smacking your head on the toilet as your hips are lifted higher than the rest of you, leg and forearm still held tight to the bar to the side, which spreads you wide as possible for Iwaizumi. You’re almost totally upside down, which makes you want to struggle, especially as your arm pulls down on your neck from gravity. Some of you is supported by your ties to the wall, but Iwa has most of your weight. Your forehead almost touches the flush pedal by the tank, that nasty rusted thing. It only riles you up more.

Iwaizumi doesn’t give a damn. He’s busy angling his aching cock between your folds, rutting against you again and again, smushing his head against your clit while he tries to part you with only that. The pressure on your pearl is electrifying, and you bite down on the cloth in your mouth. You shouldn’t but you want him inside, inside inside inside inside in-

His dick finally aligns, after a torturous eternity, and he’s balls deep half a second later. Your eyes roll back at the sudden bashing, surprised no one noticed the loud shlup from how agonizingly wet you are for him. It takes a lot of effort, but you twist your head up to look at Iwaizumi even though it strangles you. The sight has you clenching over his hot girth.

He’s bitten right through his lip, eyes firmly focused on where your folds flutter around him as blood drips from his mouth. He’s still flushed from the game, sweat dripping from his biceps and trailing down his thick neck, high off of victory and ravenous at the state you’re in.

“Is this really a present for me? Or was it a present to you,” he asks, hushed tones. You can’t deny that you’re a wreck for him. You lose the strength to hold your head up, so you go back to being hung upside down. Just maneuvered however he wanted to stick his cock in you. Being used. His hips rock into you, not pulling far out to avoid letting his team hear just how wet you are, a slow grind of cock that brushes your clit every time.

There are footsteps right outside the stall. Someone is walking toward yours, and you and Iwaizumi freeze. You wonder if it’s Oikawa, but you hear his loud laugh from the lockers, and you know it couldn’t be.

The teammates shoes stop outside, you can see the shadows from under the stall. Your eyes are wide, praying he’d go away. No luck, he pushes on your door, cracking it-

Luckily, Iwa wraps an arm around your hips to support them while he slaps the door back shut. “Occupied, jerk!” he yells.

“Shit, sorry man,” the teammate replies sheepishly, taking the stall next door instead.

Meanwhile, your nails are digging right into your palms as your legs twitch. When Iwa shifted, he tilted your pelvis into the perfect spot, shockwaves of bliss coating your nerves. And him supporting you with one arm like it’s nothing, like you don’t weigh a pound to him, muscles bulging and rippling as he moves.

He looks at you, notices how affected you are and tilts his head in confusion. He faces you totally again, shifting his cock even deeper, and you have to push down on your own arm to cut off a moan by choking. You feel his cock twitch in you and whimper.

Iwa keeps holding you like that, balanced perfectly, and leans forward to put his other hand on the wall. He looms down, and now you can see his face backlit by the yellow lights as he grins like a devil at how needy you are. Dried blood makes a trail down his chin, adding to the disheveled and fearsome look until you’re shivering from a whole new reason.

“Like that, huh?” he asks, as if he couldn’t tell from how tight you are around him. He starts up the same motion as before, sill not drastic movements to keep his dick in that delicate spot in you, and you’re lightheaded from how great you feel. Or maybe from being upside down while a crazed man ruts you like he’s starving.

It’s becoming harder for him to stay quiet now, too, and he leans down to set his face on your chest to muffle himself. His lips mouth the soft flesh there, sliding his lips across to suck on a nipple, sinking his teeth in until you jerk in his hold from the sharp sensation. You feel him mouthing either praises or degrading insults around the flesh, leaving teeth marks while his hips’ rhythm makes a mess of your lower halves. You can feel his full, heavy balls slap against your asshole, slick from your pussy and his sweat. The door shutting as players file out drowns the noise, so Iwa deepens his strokes.

The orgasm you crave is just beyond reach, but you just feel like you’re climbing higher, and higher, and higher, on a never-ending course of ecstasy. Iwaizumi only gets thicker as he thrusts, stretching you out but simultaneously making you clamp down harder. Strings of your drool hang down from your gag. There’s no way you can hold onto a single thought right now, not with your cunt being filled by a beast like Iwa. He stops chewing on your bright red nipple, pulling back to blow on the saliva there so it ices over, and with a final thrust you’re convulsing in his hold, hitting cloud nine like a train.

Brain totally clear, you shudder and shake and accidentally cut off your air again. It’s lucky you did because there’s no way you could have stopped from screaming as he hammers inside, pushing you into overstimulation until he comes himself. Hips twitch against yours as he jolts out his high, semen pouring into your waiting body.

“Well that looks like fun,” you hear an annoyingly smooth voice say behind Iwa.

He turns his head to see Oikawa behind, looking at the scene he orchestrated perfectly. Oikawa steps inside and latches the door behind him, shirt already missing.

“You missed the first load I gave to our little slut,” Iwa informs him. You’re too busy shaking and sobbing from the intensity of the last round to care. Iwa’s thumbs rub circles into your waist as he rights you, blood rushing from your head.

Oikawa pushes your hair back from your face, puts fluttery kisses over your eyes to replace the tears until you can breathe easily again. You relax into their hands, at their mercy. “Mm no, I saw the whole thing. You’re lucky everyone left. Or did you want to get caught, naughty girl?” A sinister smile finishes his sentence, and you know you’re not done yet. A thrill of panic or excitement courses through you. At least now you won’t be caught.

“Fuck her again, Iwa-chan.”

The great king has spoken, and you know Iwa is perfectly willing to do what he says. He rubs his cock against your stomach to get back into it, balls hitting your aching clit, making you gasp every time.

“Sensitive already, huh?” Oikawa says, and the tone of his voice warns you he’s about to torment you. His fingers find your overused clit and pinch, and you cry out through the cloth, even more so when he rolls it. Your pained noises bring Iwaizumi back to full hardness quickly, and Oikawa smiles down at you like a villain. It’s hot, you’ll fully admit, but you’re too busy focusing on the dick about to push back inside you.

“Hold on,” Oikawa says, and slips a hand behind you. Fingers trail over your ass, smacking without warning just to see your eyes pop open wide.

“Sadist,” Iwaizumi accuses.

“Yeah, duh,” Oikawa confirms. He unhooks something at your back, and suddenly the rope over your stomach is detached. You arm is free from your collar a moment later, but he loops it tightly to the collar on the front before you can do a thing. You’re grateful for the change in position since that one was hard to maintain. Feeling comes back to your arm slowly, now curled by your chest.

Then the two men are shifting you around, and Oikawa is behind you, which makes you nervous. Your tied-up leg is stretched even further when Oikawa holds your back to him, making your free leg support you on the ground. You feel his firm chest press tight to you, heat from exertion radiating through to your core. He addresses Iwaizumi with a peck to his lips.

“Fuck her like this, yeah?”

Iwa didn’t need to be told twice. He tosses his jersey over one shoulder with the opposite arm, flexing his muscles in the process, and really, he had no right to be that hot when you’re already so fucked out. He takes your thigh from Oikawa, lining up and letting his cockhead just barely brush your hole. He stays like that. You look at him inquisitively, wondering what he hell the holdup was for you being stuffed again, and you rock down so he slips into you another inch.

You get another hard slap to your ass, stinging with setter intensity. “Be patient slut.”

Funny of him to say when he’s rubbing his own cock between your ass cheeks through his shorts because he’s so on edge. With both men essentially teasing you, it was hard to not react, so you let your head loll back onto Oikawa’s shoulder. You allow your little moans to slip out, hips twitching from you holding back.

Iwaizumi hates holding back, so it isn’t long before you’re shaking from his powerful thrusts once more. He’s rubbing over your sensitized walls so well, texture dragging against your sweet spots, and you almost come again just from that.

Oikawa’s magic fingers really seal the deal when they seal over your clit with just the right amount of force. You let loose, muffled screams just urging them on, slick pouring from you over Iwaizumi’s cock. He, again, doesn’t give you a moments rest even with your senseless babbles through the gag. His lips mark up your neck while he takes out his aggression on you. You can’t even see, you’re so far gone.

You’re abruptly brought back to the land of the living, though, when a second soaked cock brushes your tiny opening. You shake your head, chest arching up and hips tilting into him, body sending wildly mixed messages. You don’t want to use your safe action for even a moment, desperately wanting to experience everything they have to offer you.

“Aw, sweetheart, you know you want this, right? I mean, look at how wet you are baby,” Oikawa coos in your ear. He’s totally right. A long finger slips in by Iwa’s dick, pulling backward toward your ass to lever you open, more of your come dripping out in the process. You can’t stop shaking.

“Look at the honey spilling out, Iwa-chan.”

Iwa lifts his face from your shoulder after a last hickey, just in time to see Oikawa’s soaked fingers near him. He follows the silent command and his lips part to clean up your mess presented to him, tongue slurping up and around each digit in turn. Oikawa twitches against you and decides he can’t take it anymore. Iwa slows down to let him in but never stops entirely.

A fat cockhead breaches your opening next to Iwa’s already thick shaft. You’re sure it can’t fit, and you shriek in surprise when he sinks two inches inside in a fast shove. It’s a steady progression from there, getting deeper every moment, and the air feels like it’s been stolen from your lungs at how open you are.

“Fuck yeah, feels even better Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi moans into your ear.

“Taking us so well, tiny little slut hole opening up for us,” Oikawa says, panting from the pressure of your cunt on the two invading dicks. It’s only a matter of time before they both bottom out, immediately moving back and forwards hard enough to jostle you around.

“Shocked you didn’t break open, brat.” Iwa tells you. He’s staring at your stomach, how it looks more rounded than earlier, and a firm hand presses down to confirm it’s because you’re so full of cock your guts had to move. You feel the pressure mount from the outside, clit twinging at the extra stretch of your flesh, and you pray they don’t touch it again. You might just come untouched this time with how good your pussy feels from their friction, your slick making the slide feel like a drug.

“Our good little cumdump? Noo, how could you doubt her, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa says, teeth gritting from focusing on holding your waist still.  His nails dig into your ribcage, thrusts increasing in power until you’re jumping from every stroke. “See, she’s made for this.”

Iwa nods, still feeling up your stomach, almost reopening the bite in his lip from pleasure.

You’re floating somewhere beyond reality, nothing but the cocks crashing into you over and over hypnotizing you into a lustful haze. Their chests compressing you tighter and tighter, Oikawa against the wall and thrusting up, Iwa crushing you both from his power. They kiss over your left shoulder, a deep French that gives you sloppy sounds right in your ear, driving you wild as they are. You’re all moaning and sweating, and your drool makes lines down your neck that Iwa chases with his tongue. Oikawa yanks at your hair to give him more space. His lips against your neck tingle like your scalp, and the difference between the two have you begging behind the gag. You want so much, so much you can’t articulate, and these men are giving it to you, every inch.

It doesn’t take long for you to be shaking apart at your stuffed seams. Oikawa switches to pulling and twisting your nipples while they work your cunt into a frothy mix, while Iwa sucks at a spot below your ear, and with a genuine scream, you almost black out. Everything goes blank white, ringing ears and twitching limbs and a cunt absolutely clenching and gushing around the thick cocks inside like it wants to keep them in.

The men don’t hesitate to pour all their come into your aching cunt, enjoying the spasms from your seemingly never-ending orgasm. It takes an eternity for your breath to calm, for your hands to unfurl, for your cunt to be loose enough they can slip out of you finally. Iwaizumi holds you close, Oikawa making shushing noises and petting your hair. You come back to earth from their pampering. Someone unties you completely, kissing along the rough rope burns and rubbing your jaw. It hurts, but their care makes it dull to a quiet throb, nothing compared to the punch your nethers took.

You think it’s Iwaizumi who picks you up to take you to the handicapped shower so you can all get clean at once. Your legs are nearly vibrating from exhaustion when they stand you up again, and you let them wipe you down. Iwaizumi is holding your weight for you, so Oikawa does most of the work. The strength to open your eyes reveals a kneeling Oikawa cleaning your legs reverently. He catches your gaze and sends you a winning smile, kissing your belly button. You can’t help but grin back, especially as the water streaks the paint over your abdomen. He picked aqua for their names, his favorite color.

They turn you so Oikawa can wash your backside, and you look up at Iwaizumi. The steam is flattening his hair spikes a little, and you grin at him too when his lips duck down to yours. Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, so he leads, a chaste smooch that makes your heart flutter.

Oikawa finishes up and steals a kiss from you himself, taking you from Iwaizumi’s arms so the man can shower himself properly. You curl into Oikawa’s warmth, thankful the showerhead was wide enough for you all to stay mostly beneath it. You don’t have the energy for anything yet but breathing with him, chests rising and falling in sync. His firm hands sooth the knots in your muscles from holding hard positions so long, making tiny noises fall from your mouth against your will.

When Iwa finishes, they switch, and Iwa cradles you to him instead. You see him watching Oikawa over your shoulder, so you turn too, and get an eyeful. Oikawa has his hands up sudsing his hair, water pouring down that pretty body of his, head tilted back. You forget the man could be a model if he wanted. Iwa’s hand tightens on your back.

You know Iwaizumi gets insecure sometimes; you all do, so you all try to help each other as much as possible. You take his hand and kiss his knuckles, looking up into his deep, dark eyes while you do. “Beautiful,” you whisper, and watch as the man who reamed you into the wall blushes. He is, really, and the blood rushing to his cheeks from your sincerity makes him just glow. It kind of makes your heart hurt, how glad you are to have them both, and you close your eyes and rest your cheek on his hand to bask in it.

You feel a little better now, and it just improves when Oikawa sidles up behind you to join the love. He kisses your head, then him and Iwaizumi share a longer kiss, sighing in content. Both your boys, happy and sated and in your arms.

“Guys?” you say, and watch their heads turn toward you. You grin at them. “Congrats on another great victory, I’m really proud.”

Oikawa beams. “A prize like that was all the congratulations I need.”

Iwa elbows him, and he whines “Iwa-chaaan!” but Iwaizumi placates him with another kiss.

“I can’t believe you two schemers surprised me like that.”

You chuckle. “You said you’d be down for it sometime, so we wanted to reward you for all the hard work.”

“Did you have fun?” Oikawa purrs to him, twining his fingers with Iwa’s. Iwaizumi nods immediately, then pulls you closer.

“Was that okay? I know we discussed this before, but I want to check with you.” Iwa’s concern always fills you with joy.

Oikawa seconds him. “That was really intense baby, you held up so well for us. But are you okay?”

It took a lot of trust and negotiation to hand them so much control, but the rush you got from it was incomparable. You nod happily to them. “Thanks for checking on me anyway, you make me happy.”

They both blush, but Iwa’s flustered and Oikawa’s ego is pumped.

“Are you two okay?” you check, “Everything okay?”

Oikawa gives you a dorky thumbs-up. “It was all good for me. Iwa?”

Iwa thinks a moment, a hand on his chin. He looks at you, a little hesitant. “…next time, I’d like to confirm you remember the safe-action before jumping in. It felt weird for me to ask halfway through when I know you know it well, but it’d make me more comfortable to triple check.”

You nod. “Okay, thanks for telling me. I know you have trouble breaking the scene and keeping us on track sometimes.”

Oikawa ruffled his spikey hair. “I’ll remind you next time to make sure.”

“Oi, Shittykawa-“ they grapple a little, smug smiles and giggles all around as they play. Oikawa hides behind you, but Iwaizumi tickles you til you squirm and surrender, then you grab Oikawa to offer up as a sacrifice in exchange, laughing as it’s his turn.

You admire them both, not subtly, standing soaking wet beneath the water with you. And, gods, your heart is full.

“Now come on, let’s go home and make tea,” you say, and when Oikawa gets loudly excited about it, he gets a soft smack to the shoulder from Iwa. You giggle at them and demand to hold their hands, happy you’re with these dorks. You wouldn’t change a thing.

Get It to Fit

Takes place in my college au where iwa/kawa/reader are attending the same uni and dating

Description:  Oikawa is just too long to get balls-deep in your pussy usually, but he's determined to change that today. He and Iwaizumi thoroughly fuck and ruin every bit of your body, making you just a thing for them to unload in.

This one is hella nasty lol

Warnings: f!reader, threesome, established relationship, BDSM, Size Kink, Cock Warming, Clothed sex (sorta), pet names, bondage, cum play, cumshot/swallowing/sharing, spit kink, degradation, creampie, light breeding kink, dirty talk, light dehumanization, dumbification, vaginal sex, oral sex (m!receiving), aftercare!!!!! Again, don’t do this stuff without proper negotiation and aftercare and safewords/actions

Sometimes, it really hits home just how fucked up you are, letting them do this to you. It makes your cheeks burn brighter than before, like a sunburn that fades down to your collarbones. The embarrassment is something you can’t voice, but they know you feel it every time you embark on a new sexcapade.

Oikawa is just slightly bigger than Iwaizumi in height, but he’s a few inches bigger dick-wise. You joked once that it was the gods making up for him not having an ass, and your ass was sore for a whole day from his retribution. You revel in it.

Issue is, while Iwaizumi fits balls-deep in your pussy easily, Oikawa can’t always bottom out. Sometimes he prefers your ass for that reason, and you both enjoy that arrangement, or rearrangement as your guts would say. But he’s been mulling something over for a long time, and he confronted you with his idea today.

He and Iwa and you all three had a day off. It’s rare, but it’s a Saturday so there’s no classes, and somehow your work schedules aligned perfectly too. So what better way to spend it, according to Oikawa? Watching a movie together. It’s nostalgic, since you all were at your weekly movie night when you first decided to date, and the first time you three fucked. You shouldn’t have been surprised, really, when he and Iwa brought out the cotton rope.

Fucking riggers, you think to yourself as you squirm. They’ve got you trussed up and immobile and sat deep over Oikawa’s cock, like a fleshlight. Your job is to keep his cock warm during the whole film, “Like a good girl,” Iwaizumi said.

Your legs are spread wide over Oikawa’s on the living room couch. Iwaizumi is to your right, just lounging into the pillows. Strong arms hold your waist from behind. They’re both fully dressed, which makes you more bashful to be fully naked, and you only stop squirming from it when Oikawa lands a harsh smack right to your thigh.

“Hold still, I’m trying to watch the movie,” he says, but his hands wander just enough that you know he’s busier watching you. His fingers skim over your stomach, the delicate ties over your hips, tug at them a little to the one on your clit stays tight enough to almost hurt. Iwaizumi is no better. Every time you glance at him, his eyes are on the screen. He’s so nonchalant. But occasionally, a strong hand will creep over and twist one of your nipples until you gasp, which makes Oikawa slap your thigh again in punishment.

The cock inside you isn’t making this any easier. He’s hard, but too big to take in, so you just get to fully sit your weight on a cock that’s pushing against your walls, gravity making the stretch painful. You can’t help the twitches of your cunt, trying so hard to gain satisfaction from the pulsing, burning dick spearing you, but Oikawa isn’t fucking moving til this movie is over.

Iwaizumi yanks on the rope between your legs to push a much louder moan from you as the rope upbraids your clit again, and Oikawa whispers in your ear.

“You know why you’re sat on my fat cock, baby?” he says, and it’s only halfway through the movie, but he and Iwa aren’t even trying to make it look like they’re focusing anymore. You shake your head.

“I want you to take all of me today, you’re gonna stretch out all good for me so I can finally fit inside.” His big hand presses on your abdomen, hips angling back to push his dick forward against your stomach so he can feel the head poking through your skin. He thrusts up, once, and you feel his cock knock into his hand and press your skin thin, and it sends your back arching into him. “It’s about time you let me bash that cervix in, little slut.”

Iwaizumi pushes his hand away so he can feel your stomach, and Oikawa presses you harder down, so you’re already crying out from the pain. But it’s so good somehow, the pain making you want more pain, more pleasure, more of his cock. You have to bite your lip to keep the pleads in, eyes tight shut.

“Fuck her Shittykawa, I want to feel you.” Iwaizumi says it, though you can barely absorb the words.

“Yes sir,” Oikawa purrs back, and then his hips are bucking, and he can’t get any deeper but somehow he manages, your whole body moving with him since he’s at a dead end. You feel the dick in you pressing harder against Iwaizumi, who’s pushing back hard enough to make you lightheaded. He spreads his thick fingers apart like a peace sign and the men both groan lowly.

“Fuck, baby,” Iwa swears.

You bring your head up from Oikawa’s shoulder and look down as best you can, and you can see how thin Iwa’s fingers are stretching the skin on your belly, just so you can see a big cockhead poke up. You almost orgasm on the spot, your legs twitching and head tossing back again as you moan. You know it’s fucked up, all the shit they do to you, basically using you to fuck into. But the agony they give you also gives you the knife edge of sharp ecstasy, stabbing your guts like Oikawa’s cock is.

Iwaizumi is almost in your lap with his he’s leaning over you, watching you tremble while Oikawa stills again.

“Trying not to beg, brat?” he coos, coming between your gaze and the ceiling. His fat fingers push into your mouth, and your tongue wraps around them without question. You’re almost mindless with it already, too busy feeling your walls flutter around your other boyfriend. His expression changes from sadistic to biting his lips trying to hold back a noise. You feel his hips rock and he shuts his eyes against the feeling.

It takes effort but you lift your head again to look at what made him get so affected. Your eyes are greeted with Oikawa’s hand wrapped around Iwa’s now free cock, rubbing just below the head. Iwa’s trying not to buck into it, because it’s just a dry fist and can’t feel great, but the hand moves a second later to spread your lips and delve inside a finger at a time. You can taste the salty musk of Iwaizumi, and you moan when all four fingers thrust in and out of your mouth, slathering them with your saliva. You work hard to cover the whole thing, every inch. Iwaizumi watches raptly while your mouth is thrust into, and he follows the hand when it withdraws. Oikawa spits into it before wrapping tight over Iwaizumi’s cock, which is throbbing at your display.

“Like that, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa moans into his ear, drawing out his name like a moan. “Both our spit mixing for you, to make you feel good so you can fuck my hand?”

“Shut the hell up,” Iwaizumi grunts, fighting a losing battle to stay still. You understand, hips rotating on Oikawa at the sight of Iwaizumi stripping his shirt off and grinding his hips, humping into the warm, wet fist supplied. His muscles ripple and he huffs little sounds full of sin. “Yeah? Feeling desperate for it huh?” Oikawa taunts, and Iwaizumi doesn’t have an answer beyond making their lips meet in a soaking mess of a kiss.

Seeing them so bothered is driving you wild, now lifting your hips as much as you can, only centimeters, and dropping down on Oikawa’s long dick. The pain has you gasping again, but with how much you’re dripping, you’ve crossed into the headspace where pleasure is pain and pain is pleasure and everything is bliss, and when you tilt forward your pearl is touched just right by the rope, and when you hear Oikawa moan into the kiss and feel his cock slam into you, you’re fucking gone.

Iwaizumi is taken by the sight of you coming apart. “Dirty slut came from watching us huh? Like the cock that you can’t take, bitch? You enjoying this?” he babbles. He may not last long either. Oikawa is still bucking into you, throwing you straight into overstim territory and groaning as the tears leave your eyes.

“So fucking tight, baby, so so tight,” he says between throaty groans in your ear. You can tell he switches to looking at Iwaizumi, still a beauty humping his cock to get off, head poking out of Oikawa’s fist on every upstroke. “Iwaizumi, come on her face.”

Iwaizumi is on his feet on the couch cushions before you know what’s happening. You open your mouth, asking for him to fuck your throat through your teary gaze, but he shakes his head. He props a foot up on the back of the couch, stroking and staring down at your wrecked body. “Next time, baby, but just leave your mouth open. Let me...” his voice is trashed as he is, so close, “I wanna paint you, taste it for me.”

You stay how he wants, you and Oikawa watching the sexy man above you, biceps and forearms bulging at the movement, hips pressing to fuck his own hand. Oikawa leans his head back next to yours. “Me too, Iwa-chan,” he says, licking his lips. “I want to eat it.”

At that, Iwa spreads his legs wide and kneels on the back of the couch over both of your heads. You leave your mouths open, Oikawa pinching your cheeks to widen your lips to get as much as possible inside. It stings but you don’t protest, wanting to be useful. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes for his breath to hitch, eyebrows furrowed, teeth gritted, keeping his eyes open to watch. Strings of sticky come spurt from his twitching head, first hitting your cheeks, next in Oikawa’s mouth. Iwa strokes harder and lowers to your mouth to give you some too, and you close your lips over the head and suck, and he bites into his hand to muffle his oversensitive cries. You get a nice drink of his come, and that’s all you wanted. Oikawa leans over you, cheeks full, and you know he didn’t swallow his yet.

You and he angle your mouths together so Iwaizumi can watch as you push his come back and forth. It’s gross, drool and semen mixing and you slurping to gather it all up, licking over Oikawa’s chin to catch any remnants, and he cleans your cheeks of it to add to your French kiss. It doesn’t taste great, but you crave it, and you nearly forget about how full you are until Oikawa thrusts shallowly against you again. You gasp so loudly that you lose some of the come, and Oikawa tuts at you.

“Messy brat,” he says, and pushes all of his mixture into your mouth so he can clean up your neck. You have to focus hard on keeping the come in your mouth, cheeks full as you make eye contact with Iwaizumi.

Iwa is totally wrecked, blush coloring all of him, hand tight over his base. He can’t stop staring at the raunchy picture you and Oikawa make with every movement, worshiping and playing with his come.

Oikawa’s full mouth finds your nipple, and he sucks it in to swish the semen around it, and you gurgle through the mouthful you’re holding. Iwaizumi tilts your head back, pushing a thumb in your mouth until you open for him to look inside. Your eyes tear up when Oikawa bites hard into your skin, and Iwaizumi groans.

“I want a fucking picture of this,” he says, “of you two whores.”

You’re so aroused you can’t think, you can’t even fucking function. You feel like a thing for them to use like this, and you want them to keep using you forever, and oh my god you feel so fucking good just holding one’s cock and the other’s come like a good little receptacle that you’re clenching over Oikawa.

“So pretty,” Iwa swears quietly, sincerely, and the only thing keeping you still and quiet is that if you move or moan, you’ll lose the gathered come.

Oikawa pops off your chest, having collected all the spilled semen and thoroughly punished your soaking nipples, which cool from the air around. Iwaizumi puts his fingers there to feel them harden and to pinch them himself, jolts of pleasure making it even harder to keep your load in your mouth.

Oikawa’s ruffled, messy hair covers your vision when he leans over you too. He spits the rest of the come into your mouth, wipes the back of his hand over his lips. “You’re holding that so well, little slut.”

Iwaizumi nudges him to the side, and you can see him gathering saliva in his mouth before he spits it harshly into yours. “There, now you have all of our spit to mix with my cum.”

Oikawa is kissing the column of your neck and his hands are playing with your labia, around where he cock is still lodged. “Don’t you love it? Tell us how you love it.”

You can’t even make a sound with your mouth this full, so you just gurgle with it.

“Answer us, whore,” Iwa says, slapping your thigh. You’re making nosies deep in your throat, but that isn’t what they asked for. It’s impossible. They just love watching you splutter full of cooling, sticky fluids, struggling. Desperate. While Oikawa starts rotating your hips over his twitching cock, enjoying the scene, Iwaizumi plunges two fingers into your open mouth. He feels along your tongue and stirs the mess up, making you taste it more. You whine at them as best you can, totally at their mercy.

“Fine, swallow baby. You did well,” Oikawa allows.

You close your mouth around Iwa’s fingers to swallow the gunk, which takes several tries from the sheer volume. As soon as your mouth is clear, you cry out at how hard Oikawa is thrusting into your stomach again, going hard now that you can’t spill anything. Iwa is hard again from your torment.

“Time to kick it up a notch,” you hear Oikawa’s sexy voice say before you’re moved to the couch on all fours. Iwaizumi moves to make room for the movement. He sits in front of you, legs spread and stroking his cock again to enjoy the show.

“You know, you can get so much deeper like this,” Oikawa says, and proves it by how he sinks another inch in your dripping, aching cunt. You bury your own face in the cushions to muffle your scream, it hurts but it’s so intense and you feel so, so full, like there’s not enough room in your gut. His plush head shifts at his rotation, sticks against something deep inside you, and your eyes rocket open. Your jaw drops when he grinds his cock into it, eyes rolling.

“That’s your cervix little slut, feel it? Feel my cock slamming at it to make you open up more?” Your hands dig into the couch, back arching to feel it more. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” His voice has become placatingly sweet. “You pitiful thing, so empty all the time.” His hips pull back for the first time tonight, and slam right back into the space his cock vacated, hitting your apex hard enough to make you scream into the cushion again.

And again.

And again.

The pace Oikawa sets is the most brutal you’ve had to endure from them, but you’re dripping down your thighs at how good it feels. You can’t focus your eyes to see Iwaizumi inches in front of you from how hard their crossing, screaming from the rough pounding.

Oikawa leans over you, holding your hips and yank you back into his fucking. “You love this, don’t you? Tell me you love it,” he orders.

“Love it! Oikawa, Oikawa I love it I fucking LOve IT please,” you beg, insensate, voice trembling as much as the rest of you.

“Good, goooood, good fucking girl,” Iwaizumi groans, and you can hear the wet slapping sounds of him jacking off again. To the sight of you getting absolutely hammered. That makes you all the more worked up, more than the cock stabbing at the furthest point of you.

“Finally got balls deep, just to find out you’re a slut for it.” Oikawa always talks when he’s coming undone, ranting whatever fantasy, fucked up shit crosses his mind. “If I was trying to impregnate you, this’d be it. My come will pour right up in here,” his hand pushes on your guts again, and you both shudder at feeling his dick poke through again, “my sweet whore, and it’d have nowhere else to go but into that womb of yours. Want it? Wanna soak up my come and keep in in you for me? Be useful, be a good girl?”

Your sloppy lips and fucked-stupid mind can’t form full sentences, and you barely sound like you’re speaking a language when you moan and stutter over your begging. He’s thrashing your pussy too hard to expect coherency, and boy is he not getting it; you jolt like you’re electrocuted with every fuck, every word, feeling like you’re coming constantly. Oikawa’s pounding has the ropes tightening into your skin, rubbing you raw like his cock is, grating your clit and you scream when you come.

“Oh I love it, I love when you scream, I love you my good little slut,” he grits out between clenched teeth from the compression of your insides on the full length of his cock. “Coming-coming-come=urgh,” he groans.

He wasn’t wrong.

You feel the warmth spill into a new space, creaming your insides even more uncomfortably full. You must be frothing at the mouth, you think, because you can’t think, only feel.

Oikawa moans and rides out his post-orgasm on your abused, puffy cunt. You can feel him hit what must be the internal bruises, and it makes you want to go again, but you know you’d pass out for real at anything more.

Iwaizumi pets your hair back from your face. “Move, Shittykawa.”

Oikawa pulls out, and he makes a pleased noise at the sight of his dick. “She bled on me, look at that Iwa-chan,” he says behind you, and Iwaizumi whistles. You don’t have the energy or brainpower to react.

Oikawa squats on the floor by your head, muttering praises and thanks in between delicate kisses. “You took me so well, thank you sweetie. Hold on just a little more for us.”

You brace yourself just in time for Iwa’s thick cock to push into your throbbing insides, sinking so slowly. You feel his fist let go of the base of his cock when he’s deep enough for it to interfere, and you bite the fabric in front of you to be able to bear the sensations flooding your overused body. You feel every inch, every pulse of his blood, lubed up by Oikawa’s come in your slit.

Two deep, punishing strokes that have you yelling through your makeshift gag, and there’s more semen coating your insides. You scream at it, body tensing so tight you force his to stop fucking your vag through his aftershocks. Oikawa tries to stabilize you by continuing his whispers, but the feel of Iwa pushing against your resistance and fucking you anyway is too much for your fucked brain to handle, and you come again totally untouched. This orgasm hurts so fucking bad that you drool, you love every second, and Iwaizumi is moaning loud at how tight you’re choking his dick. You can’t tell what’s happening for a few minutes. You’re seizing, and drool pools on the couch between your teeth, soaking the fabric.

You come back down when someone undoes the last knot holding you immobile for their use, and two mouths press gently and slowly on the red marks left behind. It doesn’t overwhelm you, luckily, just brings you peace and some deep breaths later, you’re human again.

Praises come quietly from both parties, thanking you for pleasing them and for being so good, and you thank them in turn when your tongue cooperates. The first thing you do is wind your fingers in each set of hair, hauling Iwaizumi’s face to yours for a sweet, loving kiss. Then you swap him for Oikawa, whispering against his lips, “I loved taking your full cock, baby, thank you for bruising my cervix.”

You had to say it, and your cheeky smile makes Oikawa blush.

Iwaizumi laughs lowly. “You blush at that? Stupid, you just spouted all kinds of filth.”

“That was during sex! That’s different!” he pleads defensively, pouting. Iwa kisses it away. It’s all in good fun, so you three rib each other some more before moving the party to enjoy a nice, long bath. Hopefully that way you won’t have to feel the pain every time you sit for the next few days.

You feel it anyway, though. It’s a radiating soreness. Every time you sit down, you were thrown back to memories of hearing sexy groans while your cunt was broken open, and it makes you love being able to still feel it.

“We have to fuck that deep more often”, you send to your group chat.

Iwa replies almost immediately “I second that, Oikawa do it again so I can watch her scream.”

Oikawa replies just as fast. “Your wish is my command~ ;)”

You reply with, “Our neighbors must hate us by now.”

Iwa-chan: Lmfao yeah they do

Oikawa: At least they know our names B)

You blush really hard in class that day, and when asked why, you just hide your face.