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"Hey, 'Toshi?"
Ushijima turns at the call of his name as you storm up with an anger that furrows your brow so deeply the other athletes on the national team standing nearby shrink back.
"Yes?" He remains unphased. "Is something wrong?"
You hold up a book in vehement disgust. "Yes. This book. This stupid fucking book."
He reads the spine, unfamiliar with the title. "What about it?"
"It fucking sucks!" You snap as if he's the author. "The main goddamned love interest turned out to be the fucking psychopath murderer!"
"What's wrong manager? Can't handle a little suspense?" Miya asks, sidling up next to the mountainous spiker.
"No, actually. I can't! It turns out I hate suspense. Mysteries, murders," you make a dramatic gesture, "it's my least favorite fucking genre--"
"Then why did you read it?" asks Kageyama trying to take the book from your hands but you rip it away.
"Don't." You hold up a finger. "It was passed along when someone was done with it. Since I don't get a lot of time to go pick out books for myself it's one of the few I just had on-hand and I thought I'd try it. But then once I realized what kind of genre it was I had to finish it because otherwise it was going to piss me off more not knowing and I'm glad I did because now I know the goddamned love interest was a fucking lie!" Tears start to form at the corners of your eyes.
Angry tears.
"And I hate it! I hate stories like this so much 'Toshi! They're condescending, authors thinking they're sooo clever deceiving their reader but really it's just an arrogant, flaunting self-celebration and I hate it!" You're sneering up at Ushijima whose brow has the slightest dip. "I hate stories like this 'Toshi! It erodes peoples' trust and faith in each other and it's just--it's." Your words cut off in an angry splutter and you hand him the book. "Please?!"
The team watches as Ushijima nods appeasingly and takes the book from you.
Bracing it in his massive hands he rips the book--all eyes watching grow wide as Ushijima tears through the spine. Parallel to the short edges of the book. He tears through it like he's in a phone book ripping contest and you wilt onto the bench.
Ushijima drops the severed halves and kneels on the floor in front of you wiping your tears with a tenderness in direct contrast to the previous display of strength.
"My love."
His deep voice rumbles comfortingly through you.
"It was only a story."
"But-but," you sniffle, "it was still painful to read."
"Of course it was." He cups your cheeks--nearly the entire side of your head--and leans down to meet your eye. "But I love you. I've told you once and I'll tell you for the rest of our lives that I'm not going anywhere."
And as one of the most honest, earnest, trustworthy men you've ever met
you believe him.
He accepts you wholeheartedly when you reach for a hug; he wraps you entirely and tightly in his arms and it feels like the safest place in the world. You sigh, relaxing into him.
"Our story is the only one that matters, 'Toshi," you mumble into his chest.
He chuckles, the sound rolling through you, too. "The best genre of all."
He kisses the top of your head as the other members of the national team pick up the discarded halves of the offensive novel and start passing it around to see if anyone else can rip it.
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oh em gee oh em GEE !! thank you for your cute tags and comments on my post !!! i remember thinking wow its been an awfully long time and this girlie has not shown up on my feed.....how have you been !!?!
GIRLLLLL I MISSED YOU SO SO MUCH HAHAA ive honestly gotten on the kpop side of things again and i have been reading so many stray kids fics 👹 I AM DOING OK there is a new love interest so perhaps maybe there is new drabbles coming 👀 HOW ARE YOU OMG
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HIGH TENSION SCENARIOS WITH HQ BOYS
RIDING PUBLIC TRANSPORT – where it's peak hour on the train, and you're getting squashed against him. you can smell his minty deodorant and, if you're not imagining things, hear the thumps of his heart in his chest. (it's your fault for looking up at him through your eyelashes!!) when you're nearing your stop, he leans down and whispers in your ear, "we're getting off soon."
IWAIZUMI, ushijima, osamu, bokuto, daichi (SORRY IM NAMING ALL THE BEEFY MEN...)
TOUCHING SHOULDERS – you are watching a movie together when he starts getting comfortable and scoots closer, accidentally grazing his shoulder against yours. none of you are focusing on the movie and you're both thinking to yourselves, does this mean anything more?
akaashi, kita, KAGS (boy would start blushing SO much), kenma, sugawara, sakusa
SHARING A BED – awkwardly lying as far away from each other as possible, only to wake up with entangled limbs and your head on his chest. one of you wakes up first and quietly observes how peaceful the other looks and how beautiful they were with the soft morning sun kissing their skin.
yamaguchi, mattsun, ushijima, sugawara, hinata, SAKUSA (this man will literally ASK you to sleep further from him before unknowingly spooning you in his sleep lol)
PUTTING SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR REACH – he probably just showed you an unglam picture that he took of you, and you reached over to snatch his phone out of his hand. but he's quicker - he raises his phone above his head to make you jump for it. he smiles smugly while you whine, tiptoeing to the best of your efforts. both of you are suddenly very aware of the sudden proximity between you. tense silence ensues
kuroo, SUNA, oikawa, TSUKISHIMAdjkfnsdkfn, tendou, atsumu, bokuto??
inspired by this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8uasSBx/
🥐 reblogs are very appreciated!!
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random i love you︱stray kids
pairing: boyfried!skz x gn!reader ︱ genre: fluff, love love︱warning: grammar mistakes, not proofread, i love jeongin
a/n: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ i have no lover but i have skz so for this day, I put their (title?)names as how I call them usually. if u have no one today too, pls consider my hug and love (づ￣ ³￣)づ~♡
a/n: hello again, i kind of want to keep the names like these for future posts too so tell me if you like them(♡˙︶˙♡)
⸝⸝channie♡ᵎ
— dysfunctions
— you can say bang_chan.exe has stopped working
— he told you to stay behind while he finishes work, and listening to his songs on your phone with headphones, watching clips of him—there would slip a “pfft—chan, i love you.”
— will not move until all is well processed in his head, or you gave up on being embarrassed alone and shared it with him by planting your head on his shoulder or you would curl behind him like a ball as he approaches you, wrapping himself around you with such a smug teasing grin
— “again?” but you wouldn’t be able to, because you know he's teasing you. “heheh, i love you too!”
⸝⸝lino♡ᵎ (i also call him mimo)
— (almost) breaks neck
— both of you had decided to work on things (read: separation to control urges) in different rooms on the couches with open doors. scrolling through your work and suddenly, you decide to turn your head for a quick glance which he did the same, you chuckled, whispering “i love you” because you thought he saw you already, why back down now?
— but upon him being aware of what you just said, silence ensues, you’re doing your thing on your device now, completely embarrassed, while he, staring at you with eyes blown wide waiting and waiting
— until he decided to take matters into his own hands
— wraps arms around your neck, whispering “i love you too,”
— now you’re both flustered idiots and abandoned work
⸝⸝binnie♡ᵎ
— (kind of) chokes but pulled it off nicely by giggling (read: coughing)
— it was after his workout routine, only left was chugging water and some shake. you came to the room unannounced and saw him as surprised as you are. “oh—i love you,”
— he could be a cute red on the face since although you two had confessed your love a lot to each other, random ones like this do hit him harder than a dump truck specifically it came out of your mouth as though that is what you only say when you see him.
— whines and pull you close, giggling adorably now and still whining
— “why would you say that so suddenly? i’m not prepared!” and whispers it back lovingly, with you in his arms.
⸝⸝hyune♡ᵎ
— he wouldn’t try to break his neck, but he will most likely hit himself on something, but with your great reflex it could be prevented
— you were helping him arrange his books on his newly bought bookshelf for his art room. seeing the effort he put into the room, the arts, the many romance novels and just so many books, you’ve found yourself falling in love once again. “ah… i love you, hyunjin.”
— both of you were blushing like crazy
— hyunjin almost ran directly to the bookshelf, thankfully you were there by the time you realized what you have done and stopped him with your hand
— would press your hand against his cheek, then gazing at your stunned face and kissing your hand before both of them were on his face
— thin width close to your face, “i love you too, my love.” and a kiss.
⸝⸝jiji♡ᵎ
— trips by himself
— turns out, hiring you as his cameraperson would result in something dangerous.
— he's fully aware of your fond eyes watching over him. he gets shy of course, but the abrupt - “i love you” and a thumbs up has got him fighting demons, his legs twisting, and he’s met with the waxed floor.
— he would obviously, howl in pain, reaching for your trembling hands, so worried about him, and, leaving the phone wherever it was.
— jisung sighs heavily, leaning against the mirror “gosh! you're going to be the death of me, baby!” and draw close to your face as you’re massaging his legs
— he kisses your forehead, “i love you too,” your eyes would widen and your face flushes red- “b-but you're also fired as my cameraperson.”
⸝⸝lixie♡ᵎ
— destroys stress balls (many, if they can fit in his hands-)
— he invited you to watch a tournament of a game because your favorite show comes right after and felix, a gamer that he is-- was entirely focused and squeezing his poor stress balls
— you, who loves him dearly, would press your lips thin, looking the other way because he looks adorable when focused
— felix, who’s y/n senses tingles, asks if you were bored -- “no, im not... i love you though,”
— and, rest in peace for the stress balls flying out of his hands everywhere
— he wouldn’t be able to hold them anymore, squealing and promptly hugging you “y/n!! don't just say things like that!” and buries himself on your back, “i love you too...”
⸝⸝minnie♡ᵎ
— stares
— you’ve gone to shower, and he's off in his room writing in his diary journal, currently blushing over
writing about you and everything else, when his door was suddenly opened, his night cream stolen, “i love you,” and gone.
— not really, because he made haste, stopping you by grabbing your wrist and stares.
— “p-pardon?”
“o-oh... night cream... i-mine ran out, sorry.”
— both of your lips were sealed shut, his grip loosen but his face drew closer and a sweet tender kiss left you in daze, “thief, that doesn’t cut it though?” you open your mouth to speak but too late - “sleep here today, I'll put the night cream for you.” (translation: i love you too, stay with me now,)
⸝⸝immie♡ᵎ(shush its cute, i call him jeonginie too but,,,,)
— curls to a ball (kirby)
— aside from seungmin, you too are included in his army of photographers and you do your job so well, you get a kiss right after
— he was posing naturally and cutely, when your giggles were all he could focus on and your mouth --“so cute, i love you.”
— he would feel his legs weakening, and he would descend to the ground and curls to a ball, his knees covering his flushed face
— worried about him, you would ask repeatedly if he was well but all he did was pull you towards him
— he’s pouting, face adorably red - “i love you too,” and he would kiss you after, huffing and puffing cutely as he drags you home, demanding you take responsibility for his state of being.
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↻ ...something so innocent
in which you make one right move, and you're suddenly all they want. ft. tsukishima kei & iwaizumi hajime
cw use of feminine clothing and pet names but never directly uses she/her prns, heavily suggestive. not proofread. wc: 1.2k
a/n ik this topic is vague but i LOVE the song i got the idea from. lay me down in my grave in 60 years and play this song. watch me come back to life from this mf beat. also apologies for the lack of paragraph indentation my computer just didn't like the idea of keeping those spaces ig
of all people to test, tsukishima was not one of them; especially on the night that the sendai volleyball team was hosting a formal.
you in your pretty little dress, seated right next to the refined blonde—short his glasses this evening, instead swapped out for contacts and an all black suit—, were so perfect, keeping a watchful eye on your posture and tone of voice while in the presence of such opulent volleyball figures.
you turn to meet your painstakingly handsome fiancé, cursing him for how good he looks clad in black. "how's the wine, kei?" you ask, well aware of the answer.
he sets his glass down, taking extra care to not clang it against the table. "i'm trying my hardest to not wince at the taste of it." he lowly says with the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. "i'm sure you aren't doing to well with it either though, princess. last time you had wine you were crying on the bathroom floor with my shirt because you thought you 'lost me.'"
"oh please, that was one time! i can handle a little red wine... and don't try to act like i don't notice you clenching the fabric of my dress with every sip you take, hypocrite." you reach ahead of you, grabbing a full glass of water. "have some."
"as if this will help," he takes a sip, "it feels like i've been served straight rubbing alcohol."
you giggle at his quip, "oop," you gently place your hand on the edge of the glass, "don't spill, kei." suddenly speaking just loud enough to where he could hear your faint whisper, you were too focused on the task at hand to realize the intimacy of your actions, "we don't need to be crying on the floor with my shirt now, do we?"
its by the grace of god that he didn't throw that very glass across the room and run out the door with you in his hand. something in the tone of your voice—or perhaps just the hushed, innocent nature of which it came across—made him flush a furious claret, similar to the repulsive beverage that may or may not have contributed to the slow heat rising to his cheeks.
after quickly recovering from the affect your words had on him, he sets the water down on the table as his hand slides underneath the tablecloth and onto your leg. his head dips down, lips dangerously close to your ear as his head is now hidden from the rest of the guests.
"oh, but we could be, princess," he softly mutters, "wouldn't that be fun? 'could put on a show for everyone—you'd like that now, wouldn't you angel?"
and just as quickly as it happened, it ended just as fast. his stature returned to his normal posture as if nothing happened; as if the most sinful words didn't fall past his lips. one thing stayed, though; his hand kept it's place on you underneath that table for the rest of the night.
iwaizumi had just gotten home after a long day at practice, walking into your shared home with a huff as he sets his bags down. moving into the kitchen following the faint smell of cooking, he finds you above the stove with shorts and a tank top on, tied together with a pretty little apron hugging your figure.
"ah, welcome home, haji!!" you drop the utensils from your hand and run up to welcome him with a tight embrace.
he receives your affection as a small grunt slips past his lips at the impact. "well hello, angel," he revels in the way you fit against him, then quickly remembers that he's a sweaty volleyball trainer who hasn't showered yet. "ah, hold on, let me go shower-"
"let me run it for you," slipping out from his arms, you flip the stove off and move the empty pan to the sink, "i haven't actually started cooking yet so it can wait."
moving across the kitchen to where you keep your aprons, your back faces the worn out iwaizumi as he watches your hands slip behind you to undo the bow that was so neatly tied. but, uh oh, it seems as though it's accidentally gotten all knotted up-
"oh gosh.. haji, can you come help me with this? i think- i think it's stuck.."
its a mystery as to why something so innocent could possibly effect him this way. ...helping you untie the knot on your apron? this does not prompt him bending you over the counter in any instance. ever.
he tries his damned hardest to swat the indecent thoughts bubbling up in his mind away as he makes his way over to your struggling frame. it was so hard not to just fold you over right then and there; your hands behind your back, your hair up and out of the way... it was all too perfect.
he couldn't help the way his hands instinctively slid beneath the rough fabric of the apron, feeling the supple top under his calloused fingers.
"you know, doll, i had such a long day," he says lowly as his hands find their way around your body, "would you mind... helping me out a little?"
the unexpected movement and actions of your lover catch you by surprise, a sudden warmth beginning to pool. "oh, baby- i haven't even started dinner y-"
"aw, but it's okay, pretty. i'm not too hungry, anyways," he turns you around to meet his gaze, a look you know all too well at this point in your relationship. your head lifts as you reach up and graze his lustful lips with yours in a feverish kiss as he undoes the problematic knot at the small of your back, an action he's a bit too familiar with as his skillful hands waste no time.
needless to say, dinner was neglected and the shower was (fortunately) postponed.
ps. i was going to do three-four charas but i got bored and impatient ;)
©𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐯𝐬𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 :: tpwk!!
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it's the way he says it; 'my wife'.
the tone that settles on his voice, ah, the love and sincerity laced through it, along with his eyes filled with adoration because his vision is already full of your pretty smiling face as soon as the words escape him.
"my wife actually told me about that the other dayー" he muses to one of his coworkers when he overhears something related to your interests.
"need to go back to my wife..." he murmurs under his breath when he notices the sky darkening, ready to head home, to you.
"my wife will certainly like these, hm.." he notes for himself after seeing something you'd have on his way home.
and when he is finally greeted by you, he hugs you close to himself, looking at you with the softest expression and even softer smile, and kisses you, muttering "my beautiful wife" full of love into your mouth.
nanami kento, zhongli, kita shinsuke, miya atsumu, kaeya alberich, daichi sawamura, thoma, pantalone, kaveh, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, anyone else u wanna.
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One more soft Sunday:hoodies
Wearing Hajime hoodies. Doesn’t matter he always finds you in one his hoodies. Even the sleeveless ones. You don’t tell him you borrow his hoodies cause you get to enjoy shirtless Hajime a little bit longer before he’s out the door. Needless to say he picks up on your little habit and cuddles with you a bit longer in the bed or couch.
Sakusa he is not oppose to you wearing his hoodies. His favorites becomes yours and he always wonder why. You tell because they all remind you of him. Especially on away games. The man drowns you in kisses n cuddles.
Atsumu will always crave your attention. In fact he all pouty when you don’t acknowledge him with some affection. You’re no better… you take his hoodie whenever you see him about to put one on. Insisting they look better on you anyway. Of course this always leads to chase, an laughter filled affectionate tackle and cuddles. He agrees with you they do look better on you instead.
Ah! Thank you for sending this in ♥ I’m sorry it took a while to answer, my mood has been on and off lately lol.
Soft Sunday Headcanons: Stealing their hoodies
(With: Iwa, Sakusa, Atsumu)
Iwa: I am on board with any tactic necessary to keep Hajime shirtless as much as possible. It just makes it better that this particular strategy involves getting to snuggle up in his warm hoodies. I bet they smell so nice too. And he gets little heart eyes seeing you wearing his clothes. 🥺
Sakusa: He probably gets a little annoyed at first because he doesn’t really get it. You have all those hoodies and sweaters so why are you wearing his? The small frown of your lips and genuine look in your eyes when you tell him it helps you feel closer to him when he’s away though changes his attitude real quick. After that, he makes sure to leave his favorite hoodie out on the bed whenever he leaves.
Atsumu: This guy is so needy! You’re right. He thinks it’s so cute and sweet that you want to wear his hoodie, especially when you tell him you just like being surrounded in his love, scent, and warmth. He starts to get jealous though if he can’t also wear your hoodies. If they fit him though, you can bet he’s snuggling into yours as well. No shame. He loves it.
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Iwaizumi Hajime is undeniably the most magnetic person you’ve ever met.
Since you accepted the JVA’s offer and became the manager for the national team you’ve had to face this truth over and over again. Being around him feels like very cell in your body is awake. Hearing his voice makes your heart flutter and your senses sharpen as you become hyper-aware of yourself, of him.
Managing the absolute sociopaths on the team is a breeze compared to interacting with him. From stuttering incoherently as if your brain is malfunctioning to becoming the world’s klutziest manager, he’s hazardous for your health.
The team’s not ignorant of your reactions.
Their lingering looks and wry smiles give everything away. You expected the rambunctuous men to be going out of their way to antagonize you, to make your life a living hell like it had been with the Sendai Frogs after Iwaizumi visited Kyōtani but they haven’t. The teasing has been surprisingly…nonexistent.
You didn’t understand why for a while. And then Miya made a comment one day. Suna cooly told him to keep his mouth shut or you’d get copies of some videos from high school.
When you thanked him later and quietly asked why he did it he hesitated; after a long look he said “you’re being professional about the whole situation. He should be, too.”
Suna walked away leaving you more puzzled than before. You stewed over it for a long time, watching the players and their interactions more closely than you had and then you started to see.
You noticed the pattern.
There were enough athletes among the team speaking up that any attempts to make a joke or poke fun at you were quickly extinguished. And the biggest enforcers of your defense?
Sakusa, Kageyama, Suna, and Ojiro.
All the athletes who were involved with their managers, though the public only knew about Kageyama. It was easy to understand after that. They missed their partners, especially when they looked at you and any jest at your expense felt too personal.
So it became team culture to respect your space by ignoring your reactions.
It took the spotlight off you and a lot of pressure off your interactions with Iwaizumi. The only thing left to contend with was your weakness for athletic trainer.
And that was hard enough.
To set the stage for this abysmal work environment Iwaizumi remembered you. By name. By full name from the previous time he met you in Sendai. That was shocking.
You tried not to let it go to your head, quickly seeing how he was a thoughtful person in general, remembering details and anecdotes involving almost every athlete on the team, some from as far back as middle school. You told yourself he’s just got a good memory.
You’re nothing special.
The day you flexed your fingers, shaking out your hand because it was sore after a particularly large bout of paperwork, he noticed and asked to see it. You tried to stay composed as he took your hand and stretched it. Tried to keep your heart calm at the feeling of his firm, calloused but soft, and warm fingers massaging the muscles of your hand, his strong thumbs rubbing up your forearms.
It was hard to breathe.
He was so innocently oblivious to the effect he had on you, how close he was, how good he smelled, and you hoped he couldn’t feel the heat radiating off of you. After he finished and relinquished your arm he moved on to help someone else, an athlete who was stretching. You tried not to be jealous of the casual contact he gave everyone; it was his job to help the team and you were just a part of that.
Everyday has been a struggle to remind yourself that you were just another neutral entity in his life, someone he cared for out of obligation and proximity.
It’s draining.
The self-doubt is pervasive; the self-deprecation, persistent.
It’s crushing.
“You don’t look so good.”
The gym’s empty, only a few lights still lit, as you sit on the bench after practice a few weeks into the training camp. You look at Suna standing in front of you.
“Thanks for the observation,” you reply dryly.
Suna lingers, watching you closely. “You wanna talk about it?”
Remembering the way he stopped Atsumu, you nod. “Yes please.” He sits next to you in no rush for you to talk. Your eyes roam the gym as you sift through your thoughts, knowing that Suna doesn’t need much context; the question comes out quietly. “Should I just give up on him?”
“Do you have anything to give up on?”
You frown, looking at Suna from the corner of your eye. “Yeah. My feelings,” you answer like it should be obvious.
He rolls his eyes. “You can’t ‘give up’ on feelings. Not really. You feel the way you feel…the only thing you can change is what you do with those feelings…And from what I’ve seen…” he gives you a flat look “…you haven’t done anything with them yet. So what is there to give up on?”
You don’t say anything after that.
Suna waits for a long while in your heavy silence before slowly rising and patting you on the head in departure.
You stay there thinking for a long time.
#i felt this to the core and i shouldnt have#i hate boys but i love iwaizumi#he is the only exception ill make
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➵ IWAIZUMI HAJIME
summary : Iwaizumi doesn't seem to notice how many gazes his looks attract, however neither do you realize that you are the only one who can attract his gaze
tags : fem!reader, fluff, some sexual tension between reader and iwa
a/n : I. want. him.
The towel's texture felt rough against your skin as you wiped the sweat away that had accumulated along your temples and forehead. Your face felt hot and you were out of breath, your legs feeling as if they were somewhere between being on fire and having transformed into raspberry jelly. But you felt good (even though you will probably need a wheelchair after today's leg day).
"Here." your shoulders jerked at the sudden cold feeling on your neck, followed by a low hiss leaving your lips until you finally snapped the cold bottle of water away from Iwaizumi. Despite being aware that it would be such a pity to ruin a face as handsome as his, you had to give your all to suppress the urge to punch that teasing smirk off his face.
"Thanks, you jerk." you muttered falsely-offended before uncapping the bottle, the cool liquid soothing your dry throat as you took a sip of it.
"Hey. Language, doll." he warned playfully before tipping his head back to drink out of his own bottle.
If your heart had skipped a beat at his little term of endearment, it had probably been its last beat because you could swear your pulse disappeared at the sight in front of you.
The way Iwaizumi's bronze skin gleamed under the lights in the gym thanks to the light sheen of sweat coating it, the way his Adam's apple bobbed after every chug of water he took, the way his white tank top clung to his torso, defining every single ridge of muscle -
Yeah, Japan's setters were pretty, but their trainer? Wow.
And by the way he attracted nearly every single female's gaze in the room right now, you could clearly tell that you were not the only one who thought like that.
"God, Makki was not lying. They really are ogling you." a tinge of disbelief was audible in your voice as you offered Iwaizumi a mischievous smile.
"Who?" he seemed genuinely confused while he swiped the back of his hand over the last few traces of water over his upper lip before discarding the now empty bottle to the side.
"Oh, come on. Don't give me that. They don't even bother to hide it." your body started moving backwards as you wondered why you even bothered to explain it to him. Iwaizumi had never been the kind of man who thrived under women's attention and praises, preferring to leave that department to his best friend. Yet sometimes you wondered if he was really as ignorant as he pretended to be.
You wondered if he was also oblivious to your-
A gasp escaped your mouth as you felt Iwaizumi's hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you swiftly against him.
With barely an inch of space between your faces while the both of you stared at each other wide eyed, you could smell the mixture of sweat and Iwaizumi's faded cologne. A sudden heat crept up your face at the firmness of his chest being pressed against your breasts.
"You should be glad I only have eyes for one person in this room." his voice sounded raspy as he spoke, his olive green eyes turning a shade darker before they travelled to a spot on the floor behind you.
You swallowed audibly when you followed his gaze.
As your feet had kept moving earlier, your gaze locked on Iwaizumi, you had failed to notice the barbell lying on the mat behind you.
He had just saved you from a probably nasty trip.
The grip he had on your wrist was less firm now but rather gentle as you felt his thumb run gently along your pulse point, eliciting a light shiver run through your body.
You wondered if he could feel your quickened pulse with your heart pounding like a jackhammer.
"Thanks, Hajime." you said breathlessly, his hand eventually letting go of you and allowing you step away from him.
Another beat of silence passed before the strained moan of some guy in the background interrupted this - whatever kind of moment you were having just now.
You both started comically gathering your belongings.
"Wow, it's gotten late, huh? Think we should head out, don't we? Give our muscles a li' break after all that hard work. The volleyball team has an important practice session you have to attend tomorrow, you mentioned, right?" you rambled on mindlessly and for a short moment imagined what it would look like if you just punched yourself right now.
"Oh, yeah! Yeah. You're right. Important practice session-" in your own rush, you failed to notice how flustered Iwaizumi had become, cheeks glowing in a deep shade of pink as his eyes wandered around the room.
"Do you, uh, do you want me to wait for you? I could drop you off-"
"No!" you cleared your throat after witnessing him flinch lightly at your rather loud voice. You exhaled deeply while trying to steady it.
"I mean, I got here with my own car, remember? But I appreciate it, really."
"Right, completely forgot 'bout that." he admitted, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he watched you back out of the room, now a lot more careful and aware of your surroundings after what had just happened. "So, see you next time, I guess?"
"Yeah." was all you could answer with as you clutched your towel and track suit top further against you, hoping that the grin on your face did not convey the thoughts and feelings that were currently swirling through your brain and heart. "See you."
And just as you were about to head to the locker room, your name fell from his lips and you could not remember the last time you thought your own name sounded so beautiful.
"Text me once you get home."
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I feel like if you brought up going 50/50 on dates the boys would all say no but in different ways. Like Osamu gets angry like “no? Why the fuck would we do that? Who is putting these dumb ideas in your head?” But Bokuto would just malfunction like he cannot understand the request “uhhh, well no? I can afford it!” vs Kuroo who is worried you’re going to break up with him because only friends split bills. Iwa just had a hearty chuckle and says his mother would murder him if he let you pay.
THIS IS SO CUTE WAIT SKSKKS
you're about to go on a date when you bring up the possibility of splitting the bill 50/50 this time. you weren't expecting much of a reaction from him.
bully!osamu looks at you as if you grew three heads. "are ya dumb? why the fuck would i do that?" and you try to explain that it's not fair that he's always expected to pay but osamu cuts you off. "where the fuck are ya gettin' these ideas from? grab yer jacket, we're gonna be late."
the conversation ends just like that, without any more argument.
loser!kuroo is just confused at first, then worried that something might be wrong. "you've never suggested that before is everything okay?" even when you snap at him for his stupid question, it does little to ease kuroo's nerves. is he doing something wrong? friends go 50/50 when going out for dinner. and you two aren't that...right?
“uh actually, i’d like it if we didn’t do that, okay? i like paying for you.” you stare at him for a few second and shrug your shoulders.
“if it fucking bothers you so much, suit yourself.”
ever since best friend!iwa started earning money, he’d never let you pay for anything. he’s the “i didn’t ask if you have money, i asked if you were hungry” kind of friend. even with your weird… situationship, he’s always treated you out on your totally platonic friend dates.
“you want my mom to kill me? we’re not doing that.”
rich bf!sakusa doesn’t even like it when you bring that nonsense up. don’t even bother bringing your wallet with you, he’s replaced all of your cards with his own anyway 🤷🏾♀️ he thinks it’s cute at first but you keep pestering him and now he has to put his foot down.
“darling, i love and support you on everything except for this. i don’t want to repeat myself on this.”
toxic!oikawa is so…. he’ll quirk his eyebrow at you and say “can you even afford this place, baby?” when you’re pissed at him he doesn’t take it seriously—as usual. “what? let me treat you, i don’t see what the big deal is.”
besides you’re just gonna get pissed off again when the dumb waitress tries to flirt with him 🙄
lol you and enemies to lovers!kita don’t go on dates skskks
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GIFTS THEY GIVE YOU
gn!reader | sugawara, kenma, iwaizumi, akaashi, semi, suna, sakusa
SUGAWARA orders a star map of the sky from the night you met. he points out the different constellations you can see (that he had to look up and ask for help spotting) and lets you trace over it with your fingers. he gets close, his face hovering near your shoulder, before saying, “you might say it’s because you’re a star.” you turn to see him grinning. “don’t talk to me,” you say, unable to hide the smile on your face. “what?” he teases, wrapping his arms around you. “i’m just saying i’m over the moon for you.” “oh my god,” you laugh. hearing it, koushi wonders if he could fill your room with stars with the list of other dates he thought of choosing.
KENMA gets two custom plushies made of your characters from your favourite co-op game. you guys had played it for so long, even before you started dating, that it was a no-brainer for him. his original plan was letting you have your character and keep his own; he thought you’d love to keep your plush yourself. so he’s taken by surprise when you think the opposite and reach for his. “do you think we could keep each other’s? so it’s like you’re there with me?” he blinks and stares at you. but then his gaze softens and he nods, taking yours into his arms. “that’s a good idea.” “promise you’ll keep it safe and happy?” it's a half-joke, and kenma huffs a laugh before playing along. “it—i, yeah, of course.”
IWAIZUMI buys touch bracelets and heart lockets so you know he’s thinking of you, even while he’s away. you set them up together, trying out the different features despite being a foot apart. “i’m gonna go to the washroom, tell me if you can feel it,” you say quickly. hajime watches you pad away with a smile, the smile growing when he notices the bracelet works. it wasn’t like he expected them to not work, but it was relieving to have you kiss him and know his gift was worth it. the first night he goes to sleep with them on, he can’t stop himself from holding the locket, set up with your heartbeat, up to his face. he’s only glad you aren’t there so you couldn’t watch him roll over to smush his face into the pillow, another smile plastered on his lips.
AKAASHI hands you a jar of hand folded stars and hearts. each one has its own note, written whenever he had a message or wanted to remember something. they range from “hi, i love you” to “thanks for paying for lunch <3” to “4/16 first sleepover :).” he scratches the back of his ear while you open it. “i couldn’t choose between stars or hearts, so i hope you don’t mind having both. the ones at the bottom look a little worse than the others, i was still figuring it out.” he laughs and cringes a little, remembering how he looped the same tutorial at least 4 times the first day. keiji’s own heart flutters when you smile and hug him, whispering a thank you into his ear. he’s glad he still has extra paper at home—maybe he can make more for you later.
SEMI makes you a custom cd, including a cover he designs himself. he picked out his favourite songs that remind him of you and the ones that the both of you played while together. if you looked in his desk drawer, you’d find all the different cover designs he thought of and tried out—he couldn’t tell you how many practice trials he did before perfecting it. “i also made it into a playlist since, you know, you won’t always have something to play a cd with you. you can scan the code on the back, i traced it and made sure it works.” he relaxes when you say the titles look good, and later that night when you text to say you loved it, eita lets out what he thinks might be the deepest sigh of his life, finally able to rest.
SUNA teases you, passing a t-shirt that has his face on it with “i’m he’s” on top. he snorts and tries to compose himself at your reaction, asking, “what? you don’t like it?” it’s then that he unzips his jacket and shows you his matching one, and with a wavering voice says, “but i got this one, too.” “god, rintarou.” you throw yours at him and laugh. the both of you take a few photos with them on, mimicking different memes you find. but suna looks softly at you afterwards. “you didn’t really think that was all i got, did you?” you can stare as he pulls out a box from under his bed, filled to the brim with different gifts and food for you. he lets you look for yourself, the only gift that he gives personally being matching lockets he found. when you open the both of them, there’s a photo of the other inside.
SAKUSA commissions art of the both of you using his favourite photo. you could recognize it from anywhere—the two of you were cuddled under a blanket outside, and you could see the warm sunset behind you. it was the one he set as his lockscreen all those months ago, and never changed since. the artist he commissioned was one of your favourites, and he even got them to write a thank you message along with it. your eyes light up when you see it, and you give him a confused smile. “'omi, how did you get a commission? their spots fill up so quickly.” kiyoomi shrugs, sitting down next to you to look over it again. “i’m fast, i guess.” he wouldn’t tell you about the reminders he set for their commissions opening, or how he got the help of his teammates either. he didn’t see the need to when you hug him, whispering “i love you, thank you.” in his ear.
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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU CRY #2
♡ atsumu. immediately pouts and pecks you all over your face, tasting like mint and musk. even volunteers to pull funny faces to make you laugh, tears still wet on your cheeks. gives you a big smile and an even bigger hug when you stop crying, then he's whispering something suggestive in your ear and he feels his heart bloom at the way you burst out laughing incredulously, with the prettiest smile on your lips.
♡ iwaizumi. rubs your back in slow, soothing circles, just the way you like it, as you snuggle into him and sob into his chest. but you don't miss the way his fists shake or the way his voice sounds when he asks, "who made you cry?" you do, however, miss the way he looks down at you, as if you hold his entire universe. you definitely do miss the fact that your best friend iwaizumi hajime has been in love with you for as long as he can remember.
♡ akaashi. a hint of a frown flickers on his face as he wipes your tears away gently, furrowing his brows. he quickly pulls you against him, caging you in his arms, ignoring the stares of his teammates at his uncharacteristic public display of affection. after a while of patting your back softly, you calm down, and akaashi gives you a small smile as he reminds you, "everything will be okay."
♡ kageyama. makes clueless, incoherent noises as he fumbles around, feeling a tug at his heart strings as you hugged your pillow closer to your torso, crying into it. then suddenly, he's wrapping his long, larger fingers around your smaller ones, raising both your hands to his lips to give your knuckles a soft kiss. he just sits there quietly, lips ghosting the back of your hand while he waits for you to calm down. then he's back to a stuttering mess as he scratches his head, offering, "i-ice cream?"
♡ kuroo. slithers his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him as tears trickle down your cheeks. presses tender kisses to the top of your head and grazes his thumb softly across shoulder as you lean into the crook of his neck, letting tears spill out of your eyes incessantly. when you finally stop, kuroo tickles your sides, and you're giggling at the way he wiggles his brows obnoxiously again.
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#THE IWA ONE….#ITS THE COMFORTING HUG WITH HIS MEATY BICEPS FOR ME#i want a hug from iwa im crying and sobbing#ok but also like….#not the fact he loves us tho…#COULDNT BE ME#BUT ANYWAYS I FUCKING LOVE THIS as always she slayed
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HQ BOYS WHEN YOU CRY #2
♡ atsumu. immediately pouts and pecks you all over your face, tasting like mint and musk. even volunteers to pull funny faces to make you laugh, tears still wet on your cheeks. gives you a big smile and an even bigger hug when you stop crying, then he's whispering something suggestive in your ear and he feels his heart bloom at the way you burst out laughing incredulously, with the prettiest smile on your lips.
♡ iwaizumi. rubs your back in slow, soothing circles, just the way you like it, as you snuggle into him and sob into his chest. but you don't miss the way his fists shake or the way his voice sounds when he asks, "who made you cry?" you do, however, miss the way he looks down at you, as if you hold his entire universe. you definitely do miss the fact that your best friend iwaizumi hajime has been in love with you for as long as he can remember.
♡ akaashi. a hint of a frown flickers on his face as he wipes your tears away gently, furrowing his brows. he quickly pulls you against him, caging you in his arms, ignoring the stares of his teammates at his uncharacteristic public display of affection. after a while of patting your back softly, you calm down, and akaashi gives you a small smile as he reminds you, "everything will be okay."
♡ kageyama. makes clueless, incoherent noises as he fumbles around, feeling a tug at his heart strings as you hugged your pillow closer to your torso, crying into it. then suddenly, he's wrapping his long, larger fingers around your smaller ones, raising both your hands to his lips to give your knuckles a soft kiss. he just sits there quietly, lips ghosting the back of your hand while he waits for you to calm down. then he's back to a stuttering mess as he scratches his head, offering, "i-ice cream?"
♡ kuroo. slithers his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him as tears trickle down your cheeks. presses tender kisses to the top of your head and grazes his thumb softly across shoulder as you lean into the crook of his neck, letting tears spill out of your eyes incessantly. when you finally stop, kuroo tickles your sides, and you're giggling at the way he wiggles his brows obnoxiously again.
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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍: 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝘼𝙆𝙀 𝙈𝙀 (𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀𝘿)?
🗡 rating. explicit
🗡 summary. you aren’t happy about your roommate’s Halloween party…until you meet the attractive guy down the hall. | wc. 6.2k+
cw/ tw. neighbors au, the reader’s roommate and one other person is an oc, doctor!Iwaizumi, parties, drinking, shy reader, age-gap, oral sex, spanking (twice), praise kink, pet names (ex. baby)
🗡 featuring. Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader
🗡 an. hi, (third attempt sobs) this was a bonus story to my m.list:)
Do not copy, post, or translate my works anywhere.
"Ow! Shit!"
You look up from your bowl of Cheerios just in time to witness Finn drop a steaming pancake onto her hand before rushing over to the sink to run it under cold water. The mutilated pancake lay forgotten with the others that didn't survive her several attempts.
It’s your first semester living off-campus, and Finn is boundlessly enthusiastic about all things that involve cheap liquor and crowded spaces, even more so now that you both have your own place.
You don’t like parties, really. Or having random people packing into your tiny apartment like a bunch of sardines—especially when one of those people is Mal from your physics class because he kind of creeps you out.
And, of course, leave it to Finn to invite him anyway...
"Now he knows where I live," you’d grumbled.
Finn merely shrugged, not at all worried for you, as she applied a second coat of mascara to her already long lashes. "The guy has a crush on you. I think it's cute, really. And he seems harmless."
You rolled your eyes. "That's easy for you to say. You don’t have to sit by him every week.”
As if that would have convinced your roommate to change her mind.
"Finn, I think this is unnecessary," you tell her after swallowing a mouthful of cereal. "Can't you do something more practical? Like sticking a note to their door?"
Finn looks up from the sink, her perfectly coiffed curls bouncing from the movement. "Oh, come on! Don't chicken out now. I've already made fifteen of these things." She points her pink spatula at the tower of pumpkin-shaped pancakes on the counter. "Plus, who's going to turn down free food? Now, go put on your costume and hand these out."
You shovel another spoonful of cereal into your mouth, scowling. "I'm not wearing the costume you picked out. It's so...inappropriate."
You’re pretty sure Finn picked out your costume from a sex shop rather than an actual Halloween store—the amount of mesh compared to solid fabric only solidifies the theory.
Finn finally turns the water off and gives you a stern look, amused eyes set under a furrowed brow. "I can find the one you own in the children's section at Party City."
You roll your eyes. "I really don’t feel like flashing my tits to the neighbors while offering them breakfast.”
She grins, wide and teasing. "You have nice tits, though.”
"Yeah, I'm sure the old woman down the hall would love to see her neighbor in the equivalent of a thong and nipple coverings at the start of her day." You don’t think you’d ever be able to look her in the eye again.
"Miss Yado is cool,” Finn says as she returns to the stove to continue cooking. “She'll probably just tell you to wear a jacket or something."
You pick up your empty bowl and lean over the counter to put it in the sink. "I didn't know you talked to our neighbors."
Finn shrugs, flipping the pancake in the skillet. "Well, she normally walks her dog while I'm heading to class. So, I stop to talk to her sometimes when I'm not running late."
“Oh?”
She shoots you a wry grin over her shoulder. "You'd know the neighbors too if you didn't scowl all the time."
In response, the corners of your mouth tip down. "Whatever…"
"Now, would you go change?" she asks, tapping her plate again. "These are getting cold."
Several minutes later, you come out of your room wearing the same costume you've worn for the past two years. Finn pouts when she sees you forwent the one she had picked out. However, she doesn’t do more than shake her head and shoves a handful of food containers full of pancakes into your hands.
“You’ll be fine. Just remember to smile,” she tells you before the front door closes behind you.
You start on your end of the hall, going door to door and handing out the small containers. The whole time you’re wondering why Finn couldn’t do this herself, considering you’re hardly a people person as is. Thankfully, nobody seemed too annoyed about being bothered on a Saturday morning—only one neighbor shut the door in your face before you could say anything.
But it’s fine. You’re not going to let it ruin your day. Plus, you only have one person left.
It doesn't stop the small pit of nerves in your stomach when you knock this time—half expecting another door to the face. What you don’t expect, however, is the tall and imposing guy who answers—not that he doesn't appear to be any less annoyed.
You stare. And stare. Eyes, most likely, bugging unattractively out of your head.
Your mouth opens and closes helplessly, all words stuck to the back of your tongue, watching as stray water droplets drip down from his wet hair and travel down the side of his face before dispersing into the dark stubble lining his jaw.
How did Finn never mention the super hot neighbor that lived six doors down the hall?
He gives you a once-over, and part of you suddenly wishes you’d gone with Finn's costume instead. Only because here, at that moment, you’re willing to admit that maybe the one you have on looks like a six-year-old picked it out—especially when this guy, who is way out of your league, scrutinizes it for a second longer.
"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice low as if he hasn’t been awake for long.
You blink, mild embarrassment rushing through you from the sudden realization that you’ve been standing there and saying absolutely nothing.
"Hi, um, I'm you're neighbor from down the hall. My roommate and I are throwing a Halloween party, and we're inviting people in the building." Annoyance slowly melts off his face.
"Thank you,” he crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the door frame (and you definitely don’t stare at how his biceps seem to strain against his white t-shirt). “But I think I'm getting to be a little old for parties."
The corners of your mouth tip up in the beginning of a smile.
"Okay, sure. You're, what, twenty-five?"
It’s a stupid joke, and for a moment, you panic, afraid he’d been unimpressed, but then his lips quirked slightly. "Not quite, though I should be flattered that you seem to think I am. Nice costume, by the way. Let me guess, gypsy?"
"Witch, actually. I’ve always gone with something more original," you babble and bite your lip before you can say something else.
"It’s cute."
Cute?
You’re unsure if you should feel elated that he thinks so or self-conscious—that he might be making fun of you—so you settle with a mumbled “thanks.”
"So, what's with the container?" he asks, nodding toward your hands.
"Oh, um, my roommate thought she could brag people with food to come to the party." Truthfully, it’s to prevent potential complaints from the neighbors, but you decide not to mention that part.
You give him the plastic container and watch as he stares into it with a furrowed brow. "It's a... pancake?"
"Er, yeah. My roommate likes to go above and beyond for everything."
"What's it supposed to be?" he asks, glancing up at you.
"Um, a pumpkin..."
You look between him and the container and find Finn had accidentally mixed up her presentable pancakes with the throwaways. And the pumpkin shape is...well, it isn't.
"Ah, I see," he nods, his slowly drying hair falling onto his forehead. "That makes more sense."
You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles to the surface. "You think you can do better?"
"Yes, actually," he grins back with a flash of white teeth. "Maybe I’ll bring some over sometime."
"I won't tell her you said that."
"Right, it probably wouldn't make a very good first impression." Then he sticks out his free hand, "I'm Iwaizumi."
You shyly shake it—ignoring the little skip in your chest at how big his hand is compared to yours—and give him your name, too.
His eyes flicker down to his watch, and he curses under his breath. "Well, it was nice meeting you. But I have to finish getting ready for work."
Only then do you take note of the blue scrub pants and the hospital name tag clipped near his hip, reading the letters MD in bold font.
When you meet his gaze again, you find amusement there, and you consider, with a new rush of mortification, that it probably seemed like you’d been openly eyeing his crotch.
You clear your throat, the back of your neck heating, and you pointedly pretend your voice doesn’t hitch when you breathe a soft, tremulous "okay.”
"Tell your roommate I said thanks for breakfast."
"Yeah—yeah, I'll tell her," you say, proud of the fact that your voice only breaks once. "Um, I guess I'll see you around."
No longer able to make eye contact with him, you turn away and begin walking (though it was probably closer to running) toward your door—discreetly looking over your shoulder to see if he’s still standing there.
You spend most of the party hanging out near the front door, quietly hoping Iwaizumi might show up—even though it seems unlikely. After all, he did mention that he’s too old for parties, and a small, insecure part of you wonders if it was his polite way of turning you down.
"The guy was running late,” Finn had tried to reassure you. “I'm sure he was thinking about how to beat expressway traffic before the lunch hour rush hit. Not about the crazy lady in a witch costume running away from his door."
That was the initial deciding factor between your witch costume and the one Finn’s been trying to force you into—only so you don’t have to hear another person call you cute just to seem nice.
Finn had been all too-excited to help you get ready, though she nearly freaked out when you popped into your joint bathroom with an old tube of mascara that you rummaged out of your nightstand because it's the only makeup you have time for these days.
"Do you know how many germs are probably on that thing?" Finn’s nose scrunched up as she threw it away in the waste bin near the toilet. "Please tell me you haven't used it since you bought it?"
You had rolled your eyes. "Probably not. But now, what am I supposed to wear?"
Finn sighed, then smiled. "Luckily for you, I own more than a crusty mascara tube."
You were about to argue, but when Finn told you to sit on the toilet lid with a dangerously sharp liner pen, you’d clenched your jaw instead.
At the time, you weren't sure what you were more scared of when Finn brought the pen close to your face: that your friend might potentially stab you in the eye or that you’d come out of the bathroom with raccoon eyes.
Thankfully, when Finn finally finished, neither was the case, except the number of looks you’ve been receiving anytime someone stops in the kitchen to get more drinks is something you hadn’t anticipated—especially when one of them turns out to be Mal.
You’ve been avoiding him and his overly bare chest from the moment he walked through your front door. It becomes even more challenging after Finn leaves your side (the traitor) to talk to a guy you’ve seen her hanging around with on campus a few times.
And with the apartment feeling smaller than it already is, you’re only option is to blend in with the group hanging around your kitchen island.
You’ll be fine. Right, you think as you adjust the scanty tube top under your mesh shirt, trying to cover more of yourself with what little fabric you have at your disposal, and you wonder if it’s too late to change—
A knock at the door—regardless of how noisy the room is, with eardrum-shattering music and loud college students— has your stomach lurching. You pull it open, expecting to see Iwaizumi on the other side, only to be disappointed when it’s Yachi and her girlfriend instead.
"Hey, Yachi." You realize you probably sound rude and attempt to give them your best smile—which is more or less a grimace.
Yachi smooths out her extremely short referee-style dress. "Sorry, we're late! I couldn't remember where you lived. There are way too many blue apartment buildings around here..."
Everything she’s saying goes in one ear and out the other when you spot Iwaizumi stepping out of the door to the fire escape across the hall. You hold your breath, waiting for him to look up from his phone.
But he keeps walking.
"Uh, yeah," you say distractedly before speeding up the conversation. "Hey, Finn is in the living room, but I'll see you guys inside, okay? I need to do something."
You step around them to catch up to Iwaizumi, which you learn isn’t easy in heels. So you call his name, hoping he hears you and smiling when he turns toward you. And you don’t miss how his gaze trails down your body slowly.
It makes something inside you quiver as you nervously play with the short hem of your skirt.
“Hey,” he says, sounding every bit as tired as he looks—his neatly pressed shirt from that morning is now wrinkled, and there are bluish hollows under his eyes—though he tries to hide it with a soft smile.
And your cheeks burn because you feel guilty.
"Hey," you repeat dumbly.
Your eyes lower as he chuckles to himself, amused by your blatant nervousness. You fidget, shifting from one foot to the other. Maybe, you think, you should have let him walk into his apartment before you could embarrass yourself further today.
After a moment, you meet his gaze again.
"Uh, I just wanted to see if you still wanted to come over…But I imagine you're probably not up for it."
Iwaizumi surprises you when he shrugs his shoulders and says, "sure."
Your mouth gapes, unsure if you heard him correctly. "Wh-what?"
"I just need to shower and change, and then I'll be over."
"I... yeah, okay," your nod is shy, trying not to betray eagerness.
A lazy grin stretches across his mouth. "Nice costume, by the way," he disappears into his apartment before he can witness how his words make you flush.
And you walk back to your apartment feeling a little more floaty than when you left.
You can't stop glancing over at the door—not even attempting to be subtle about it—and your stomach does this strange somersault when you finally hear a knock. But the giddiness swimming through your veins draws to an abrupt halt.
Because Mal is walking towards you.
And your little group from earlier has dispersed, leaving you alone, again, in the kitchen.
From around him, you watch Finn answer the door instead, Iwaizumi's now clean-shaven face appearing from the other side. If you listen hard enough, you swear you can almost hear the low hum of his voice across the room packed full of college students.
"Nice party."
You turn your attention back to Mal and put on a brave face. "Er, thanks. But I don't really deserve any of the credit. Finn put it together."
"Did she pick out your outfit too?"
You tensed, eyeing him suspiciously. "What?"
He laughs nervously, adjusting the cowboy hat on his head. "I just meant that you're both wearing the same costume, is all."
"Oh." Your shoulders relax only slightly because now you’re fully aware he’d watched you long enough to map out the details of your costume. "Yeah," you continue with a shrug, hopefully coming off as indifferent. "Finn wanted tonight to be perfect."
Mal looks around. "Well, it was a great turnout."
"Yeah..." You cross your arms over your chest and lean against the counter, subtly scanning the crowd beyond the kitchen to find Iwaizumi—
"Hey, there you are."
The sound of Iwaizumi's voice practically in your ear startles you, and you inadvertently bump him with your elbow, making the punch in your cup slosh dangerously close to spilling on his nice shoes. Something in you flutters wildly, thrills, partially from embarrassment but mostly from discovering how close he is.
It’s dangerous. How good he looks in a simple button-up. How tall he is. How the mere fact that having his attention on you manages to make your knees weak.
"I—Sorry! I mean,” you amend, hasty. "I didn't hear you."
His laugh is nice, rich and deep like velvet, “it’s fine,” then he reaches behind you to grab a beer from the ice tub on the counter.
You take a few breaths to steady your increasing heartbeat. But the more air you pull into your lungs, the more they fill with the intoxicating scent of Iwaizumi’s cologne.
"Also, I didn't come dressed for a Halloween party. Is that alright?" he says as he twists the metal cap off his beer bottle.
Shaking your head, you offer him what you hope is an easy smile. "I'm sure everyone is too drunk to notice if that makes you feel better."
He lightly bumps your shoulder with his, and you bite back a smile. “I suppose it does—”
“Who are you?”
Oh, right, Mal. You completely forgot he’s still standing there—hovering, really.
"Hey, man, I'm the neighbor down the hall." Iwaizumi sticks out his hand, and Mal stares at it with narrowed eyes, but after a second, he shakes it. "It’s nice to meet you…?"
"Mal." His gaze flickers between you and Iwaizumi, and you can tell he’s no longer interested in making small talk. "Hey, I'll catch up with you later. Thanks for the invite, I guess."
You smile and give a small wave, watching as he walks off toward the living room where the dining table is being used for a game of beer pong.
There's a tinge of guilt—especially after you’ve avoided him all night. And you internally groan, wondering how uncomfortable lab will be with him on Tuesday.
“Is he an ex of yours?”
You turn back to Iwaizumi, eyes wide. “Mal? No. We just share a class.”
"Hmm," Iwaizumi hums, grinning down at you. "Well, I might be wrong, but I think he likes you."
You roll your eyes, shaking your head. "Likes me? What is this, middle school?"
He quirks an eyebrow. "Okay, he was openly eye-fucking you. That better?"
Your mouth parts in shock, breath stuttering in your chest, but the look he gives you is teasing.
"Oh," you squeak, brain stuck on how his lips wrapped around the word fucking and unable to come up with a sufficient response.
"I'm surprised you didn't notice," he continues, unaware of how his words affect you.
"Um, I knew," you start slowly, still scrambling to put sentences together. "I'm just not interested."
He nods. "I see. So you’re interested in someone else?"
Talking about this with him feels weird because he's probably outgrown inane crushes and doe-eyed girls. For all you know, he might even have a girlfriend—and it’ll be mortifying if he starts giving you dating advice.
"Well, no... Not at the moment," suddenly, the red solo cup in your hands seems ten times more interesting.
"That's too bad." Your eyes leap up at that to find him smirking, seeming almost rueful as he brings his beer to his mouth.
"What about you? Are you seeing anyone?" the words slip past your lips before you have time to consider them. "I mean—"
"No."
"Why?"
It’s awful, how nosy and desperate you sound, even to your own ears. And when he doesn't answer immediately, you worry that maybe you overstepped—
"Easy. The only relationship I have is with my work,” Iwaizumi shrugs. “I'm not sure I have much time for anyone else in my life right now." He smiles at you, then. "Why are you single?"
Good question, you think.
For the longest time, you chalked it up to guys seeing Finn first, in all her flawlessness and popularity, before they ever noticed you. Then, you consider that you suck at getting to know people long enough until intimacy freaks you out.
Of course, you don’t tell Iwaizumi any of this.
"I’m too busy with school, I guess."
He nods, though he doesn't seem convinced. Thankfully, he changes the subject. “What are you studying?”
"Astrophysics. Mostly because I prefer the outdoors over customer service," you add at the end before he can ask why. "So, what made you decide to become a doctor?"
"I actually wanted to be an athletic trainer, but I guess I like how fast-paced my job is now." He pauses and then adds, "though, I didn't think, as a doctor, I'd end up living in a shoe-box-sized apartment. You can call it a naïve expectation or whatever."
For the second time that day, you giggle. "Talking to patients all day isn't rewarding enough?"
He gives a little shake of his head, his smile growing. "I do more than talk to patients all day, you know. That's only part of the job, probably the easiest part. Honestly, I think it's because I've always been better with my mouth than my hands."
It goes quiet between you for a long, tense moment as Iwaizumi's words sink in. You know he didn't mean it that way, yet your mind goes there anyway.
Your eyes flit down to his mouth, and you have this stupid idea about asking for a demonstration. And maybe you’ve had more to drink than your half-full cup suggests because you watch his eyes widen slightly, and it takes an embarrassing number of seconds to register that you voiced your thoughts aloud.
Which means now he knows you’ve been staring at his mouth.
Oh fuck.
"I—uh, sorry. That was really fucking inappropriate!" you’re sure you burst a few capillaries in your face with how hard you’re blushing.
Iwaizumi just stares at you, jaw tightening, and he puts the bottle in his hand on the counter. A hollow laugh leaves your chest because inside, you’re sinking, knowing that you freaked him out, and now he’s probably going to leave—
"I can show you right now, if you want."
Wait, what?
You can’t breathe. “I…”
Did he just agree to go down on you? That thought shouldn’t make your fingers loose and your head as fuzzy as it does, malleable enough that you have to tighten your grip on your cup. You blink a few times, yet Iwaizumi continues to watch your face, his eyes dark and waiting.
"You want to...show me?" you ask, the words feeling like chalk in your mouth, but you need to ensure you didn’t mishear him.
"Yes," he answers thoughtfully.
You stare up at him, open-mouthed and breathless. "I...yeah, o-okay.”
In the next second, he grabs your hand and leads you through the crowd toward your front door. Any other time, you'd flush from the few looks cast your way, but you’re still reeling to care.
Your vision blurs, heartbeat pounding hard in your throat, and your knees become weak once you’re in front of his apartment.
He presses you into the door as soon as you step inside, his mouth eagerly finding yours. You gasp against his lips in surprise, eyes wide. Then he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, and your eyes flutter closed.
It’s nothing like you imagined.
But better.
Iwaizumi licks away all of your soft sighs and needy whimpers, and his hands circle your wrists, bringing them up to wrap around his shoulders. Your fingers curl into the short hair at the nape of his neck, earning you a low, heady groan that you swallow greedily.
"I've wanted to do this since this morning," he admits between kisses, nipping at your lip before continuing, "And then I saw you in this costume..."
He shakes his head, mouth quirking into a brief smile.
"Oh?" you gasp, trying to catch your breath.
He answers by pushing his hips into yours, the bulge in his jeans brushing your stomach. The gasp that follows catches in your throat, evaporating into a moan, making Iwaizumi smile against your mouth.
His hands trail down your sides, the tip of his thumbs tracing the skeleton outline on your shirt. He fists the bottom of it and pulls his mouth away from yours long enough to tug the shirt over your head. Only for your black tube top to follow, falling to the floor like the first.
You watch as Iwaizumi runs his tongue across his bottom lip—the last remnants of your dark lipstick staining the corner of his mouth—dark eyes flickering at the sight of your exposed chest.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he murmurs, reaching up to cup your breasts in his large palms.
You whimper, head tilting back against the front door. And if you were a little more lucid, you’d worry that anyone would definitely be able to hear you if they happened to walk by.
Though, you’re not.
Far from it, in fact.
“I bet these are sensitive, huh?”
He tugs and flicks a thumb over your stiff nipples, alternating, drawing out incoherent sounds from your mouth and sending a pulse between your legs that reminds you of how empty you are. Then Iwaizumi's lips seal around one puckered peak—your hands tighten in his hair, his name tumbling out in a low hiss.
He nips the side of your breast. "You like that?”
You nod, but his fingers pinch your nipple—a slight shade from hurt—which he instantly soothes with his slick mouth when you squeak out a “yes.”
“Good girl,” he grunts against your skin.
Oh.
Oh.
Iwaizumi's hands return to kneading your breasts, but his mouth travels up to your collarbone, nipping and licking a tender spot there. You’re panting, trying to control your breathing as he places heavy, open-mouthed kisses up the side of your neck.
"That's good," you mumble, all soft and dreamy.
Suddenly his hands slide under your thighs, and your feet lift off the ground as he hauls you effortlessly up his body. Your heels clatter to the hard floor as you wrap your legs around his slim waist, ignoring how your skirt bunches uncomfortably, and instead sighing in relief when your achy clit grounds against his firm stomach.
He carries you away from the door, and you use the extra leverage to kiss the fluttering pulse in his neck before sucking on the skin there. His steps falter, a groan at the back of his throat vibrating against your lips that makes your toes curl.
And you do it again.
"Fuck," he rasps, tightening his hold around your waist as he pushes open what you assume is his bedroom door.
You move your lips back to his, the kiss urgent and needy. You can't remember the last time a guy made you feel so...wanted.
And the feeling is all-consuming, swallowing you up until there’s nothing left but the feel of Iwaizumi under your hands and tongue.
“Gonna take care of you,” he mutters, then he sets you back on your feet.
Your fingers quickly unfasten the buttons of his shirt while Iwaizumi searches for the zipper on your skirt. When you reach the last button, he shrugs the shirt from his shoulders, revealing taut, sinewy muscles underneath that you gawk at appreciatively.
On his left pectoral, there’s a small tattoo. You run a finger over it, but the room is too dark to figure out what it is. However, you don't get much time to ponder this as Iwaizumi tilts your chin up, bringing your lips back to his and distracting you from the tattoo altogether.
He finds the zipper at your hip, and you help him shimmy the skirt down over your thighs until it falls to the carpet with a faint thud, leaving you in nothing but your black thong and stockings. You bite your lip self-consciously as his eyes rove over your body, dark and unrelenting, and you gasp into his mouth when his large hands take a handful of your ass and squeeze.
“You’re so soft,” he growls, the tips of his fingers coming close to the sticky, damp fabric between your legs.
“Please, please, Iwa—”
But he hushes you with a nip to your lip.
It takes your brain a second to process that he’s walking you back toward the bed until the backs of your legs bump into the mattress. He gives you a slow smile as he pulls away, running a calloused thumb over your bottom lip.
“Get on the bed.”
You tremble, stomach tightening. “Okay.”
When you go to settle against his pillows, Iwaizumi flips you onto your hands and knees instead, and brings your hands to the top of the bed. "Keep your hands here," he tells you, voice rough, and without question, you wrap your fingers around the cold metal bars of his headboard.
The cold against your feverish skin grounds you, keeps you from floating away, but also makes you more aware that Iwaizumi can see everything—how wet and needy you obviously are.
There’s rustling behind you, and you try peeking over your shoulder, leaning too much until your hands slip from the bar in front of you. Iwaizumi notices, quirking his brow, and the silent reprimand of it makes your stomach swoop.
The mattress dips beneath his weight, and you can feel him, bare, against the back of your thighs as he leans over you to bring your hands back to the headboard.
"You don’t fucking listen well, do you?" he growls into your ear, sending an involuntary shiver up your spine. Iwaizumi leans away, but only to give a light slap to your ass.
It turns your grip on his headboard knuckle-white.
"Only good girls get rewards. But I know you can be a good girl for me, can’t you?"
All you can manage is a strained whimpering sound into the pillow under you, earning you another slap in the same spot. This time a little harsher than the last.
"Yes," you moan, soft and sweet.
He kneads the tender flesh under his fingers. "Yes, what?"
You can’t concentrate with his hand moving lower, but you manage a shaky, "yes, I’ll be good."
He shifts behind you, nudging your legs further apart with his. You jump when his fingers wrap around the soaked crotch of your underwear, pulling it to the side to reveal your wet pussy to the cold bedroom air.
"Look at this drippy little cunt," he says, almost reverent.
His fingers ghost through your folds, adding pressure to the screaming bundle of nerves there. You squirm, helpless, pinned.
Then his mouth is on you, relentless, tongue swirling around your clit in brutal circles. A whine escapes your throat before you can stop it, high and needy as you arch against him. He grunts in approval, grabbing your hips and pulling you further on to his hot mouth.
"Oh fuck," you moan, glancing between your legs where Iwaizumi's dark hair tickles your stomach.
He drags his tongue through your folds, gathering up the slick wetness dripping out of you. Your thighs clench and your arms tremble, forcing him to wrap his hands around your waist to keep you from falling over him.
A sob claws its way from your chest when he takes your clit into his mouth and gives it a vicious suck that has you seeing white. Through the buzzing in your ears, you swear you hear him laugh, but you’re too light and fuzzy-headed to ask why.
“That’s it, baby,” he hums, making you twitch from overstimulation. “Gonna open you up to take my cock.”
He pumps a finger, then two, inside you and starts working you toward a second orgasm before you’ve even come down from your first. He flicks your clit with his tongue, curling his fingers just right until—
"Oh, fuck, I’m cumming," you cry, fingers flexing against the headboard as you shudder.
He holds you, massaging circles into your lower back, his mouth lazily moving against you as you slowly come down from your high—telling you how good you are for him. You shiver as he removes his fingers, runs them through your messy cunt, and flicks your clit with his tongue one last time.
It’s easy for him to flip you onto your back after that, your hands falling onto the pillow above you.
You wait, boneless under him, as he tears open a condom with his teeth...then you glance down, and your cunt flutters at the sight of his cock hanging heavily under its own weight between his thighs.
“Big,” you mumble without realizing it.
A slight smirk tilts his mouth when he notices the wary look on your face. Although you surprise him when you sit up to pluck the condom out of his fingers and take the initiative of rolling it onto his cock. His jaw flexes as he watches your small hand wrap around him.
"Shit," he grunts, and you lean up to kiss him, moaning when you taste yourself on his lips.
Your hands push on his shoulders until he’s sitting with his feet planted on the floor, and you straddle him with your back toward him. He moans your name brokenly—the sound choppy—when you grab his cock and slowly sink down until you sit flush against his thighs.
"O-oh," you squeak, biting your lip.
There’s a slight pinch, not unbearable, and you arch your back to relieve the ache yet only manage to nudge him deeper. Iwaizumi groans softly, his hands firmly wrapping around your waist to keep you from falling off his lap.
“Fuck,” he hisses, pressing his forehead into your shoulder. “Go on, baby. Ride my cock.”
You brace yourself against his knees and begin rolling your hips. High-pitched gasps escape with every movement while your pussy still struggles to accommodate him. He kisses your neck, cooing words of encouragement, before finding a spot behind your ear that has you clamping down around him.
"Iwaizumi," you whimper when his hand reaches down to touch your puffy clit.
His fingers rub frantically. "Look how well you’re taking me," he says lowly into your ear, bucking his hips against yours. “With this messy, perfect pussy.”
Your head tips onto his shoulder, one hand gripping his forearm while the other reaches behind you to tangle in his hair. Iwaizumi grunts, his thrusts becoming sloppy, though you try to meet him thrust for thrust, feeling that spring coiling in your stomach again.
"You gonna cum for me?"
You nod your head, whining low in your throat.
"Do it," he growls. “Lemme feel it.”
That’s all it takes to turn you into a twitching mess on top of him—gasping and shuddering, your walls clench around his cock.
Iwaizumi grunts into your shoulder, his movements becoming jerky before he stills completely underneath you. He releases a soft whine against your damp skin, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills the condom.
You both collapse against the mattress, except you make sure to fall off to the side so you don't elbow him. And once he grows soft, he pulls out of you, and disappears into the bathroom to dispose of the condom before he comes back to bed.
Your eyes are already closed when you feel the mattress dip, his muscular arm pulling you into his chest. You think you hear him talking to you, but you're already falling asleep once the sheets come up.
When you wake up, you’re briefly confused because the bed you’re in clearly isn't yours. The sheets are too silky, and the mattress too soft. Then you remember Halloween and your hot neighbor, and you instantly feel the telltale signs of a blush warming your face.
You glance over where Iwaizumi still lays, sound asleep, each rise of his chest accompanied by soft snores. That's when you notice the small red marks adorning his neck and the faint red lines littering the top of his shoulders...
Your blush intensifies.
Rubbing your eyes, you slip out of bed and tiptoe into the adjoined bathroom, blinking against the bright light and frowning at your appearance in the mirror: your hair looks frizzy, and your makeup streaks unattractively under your eyes.
You turn on the water to rinse off the makeup, then run your fingers through your hair, hoping to tame the mess—though you think it only makes it worse.
After a quick swish of mouthwash, you pull open the bathroom door and stop short when you see Iwaizumi is awake. He sits on the edge of the bed and looks up when he hears you, giving you a sleepy smile that makes your knees weak.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," you tell him, fidgeting in the bathroom doorway, growing shy as he watches you.
He shrugs, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I think I should get up, anyway. Sundays are my only days off."
"Oh... well, I-I can leave. I'm sure you have things to do—"
"How about some pancakes?" he asks, cutting you off mid-ramble.
Your brows furrow in confusion. "I...pancakes?"
Iwaizumi watches you with amusement. "I did promise some yesterday... unless you want something else." Then his gaze sweeps down your naked body and back up to your face—warmth pools in your stomach.
"Oh," you squeak when he grabs your hand and pulls you between his knees, placing a soft kiss between your breasts…
One to your sternum, and lower.
Lower—
All thoughts about breakfast are forgotten after that.
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ooo, lem for the writing drabble how about:
iwaizumi - “You’re trying to distract me.”
Ooo Laura I love me some beefcake
Your boyfriend promised to help you work out a while ago because you had no idea where to start and, obviously, since he’s well versed in fitness related topics, you went straight to him. What you didn’t expect, was for him to join you rather than simply coach you, since he felt you needed more ‘hands on motivation’.
Complete bullshit.
As if having his hands on various parts of your body constantly wasn’t enough to ‘correct your form’, a few moments ago, he’d elected to peel off his compression shirt since he was ‘hot’. Now, you’re no stranger to his touch or his bare torso, but that doesn’t mean you’re immune to any of it.
Sweaty, now also partially nude, Iwaizumi does scandalous things your insides. Your eyes are greedy, tracking his every move as he shows you a new exercise that focuses on your back and shoulders. Every muscle ripples under his golden skin as he demonstrates with ease.
“Are you watching?” he asks, and you nod absently.
“Fuck yeah.”
“Oi,” he snaps, waving a hand in front of your shameless eyes.
“Hm? Oh. Y-yeah, I’m watching.”
“Okay then. Show me.”
“Er-“ You grimace and he rolls his eyes with a groan. So you change tactics. “Okay, fine. I wasn’t watching but it’s not my fault! You’re trying to distract me.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“No you’re not!”
“Yes, I am.” You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and raising an eyebrow at Iwaizumi. His hands are on his hips as he glares back at you expectantly. “How am I distracting you?”
“Y’know!” you say, waving your hand vaguely in his direction. “I mean look at you! I can concentrate with your tits in my face and you keep touching me! It’s very, very distracting!”
Iwaizumi bites the inside of his cheek to curb his laughter, amused by your flustered complaints. “I’ll put my shirt back on then,” he says. “How’s that?”
“No!”
“No?”
“No.” Sighing heavily, you step towards him and wrap your arms around his damp, narrow waist. “Can we stop for today. I wanna… exercise in other ways.”
Rolling his eyes when you bat your eyelashes at him, he squishes your cheeks together between his palms. “You are the worst client I’ve ever had. Get your cute ass upstairs.”
Warm up drabbles
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