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#aoba johsai x reader
tsxkkis · 7 months
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# tooru oikawa - my girl
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a/n = began writing this one while bored at the beach (i literally can't swim and dislike tanning so what's there for me to do) i just hope it's not out of character or smthing T-T
summary = you go to the beach with aoba johsai, only to be found in a rather uncomfortable situation. but don't you worry, oikawa is there.
warnings = mentions of some guys being lowkey creepy, nothing else i think.
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oikawa noticed that something was wrong.
going to the seaside with the entire aoba johsai volleyball team was supposed to be a fun way to say goodbye to their third years, officially closing the chapter of high school volleyball in their lives. everyone agreed to it, the brown-haired captain proud of himself for coming up with the idea. all of them were surely having fun, right?
he slowly left the water, ignoring the hungry stares from girls next to him as he started looking around, his eyes eagerly trying to find every single person who was able to attend the trip.
most of the guys, including kyoutani, matsukawa, and hanamaki, decided to join some people in a match of beach volleyball, oikawa chuckling under his breath as he saw them clearly crushing their opponents in the game. it took a quick glance behind him to notice yahaba, watari, and kindaichi in the water, the first year fighting for his life as the other two tried to drown him for fun. kunimi was, as per usual, sitting and making sure no one's things got stolen. it seemed as if everyone was in their place.
until he realized that you were nowhere to be seen.
oikawa tried not to panic, although it was clear from his behavior that he wasn't doing that great of a job at it. his eyes hurriedly scanned every possible corner, carefully looking through the crowds of people, hoping and praying that he would find you in one of them, that you weren't captured or something.
but the moment his eyes met yours, he wasn't relieved at all.
you stood by the bar, arms crossed over your chest as you, once again, tried to politely walk past two guys who in an almost demanding tone asked you for your number around ten minutes ago. since then, they've been bothering you without an end; stepping into your personal space, their hands trying to gently brush against your body, cheeky smiles on their faces as they tried every method possible to, get your social media accounts, number, anything. you tried to ignore them as much as you could, brushing their attempts off with the nicest face you could muster up to make, taking small steps from time to time as you headed towards the exit.
much to your disappointment, though, they seemed to understand exactly what your plan was, cornering you in a way that made you unable to escape from them. as you were trying to think of a way to get away as fast as you could, you suddenly saw a pair of hands gently tapping on arms of both guys.
"she's a beautiful one, isn't she?" hearing and seeing oikawa made you let out a breath of relief, one you didn't even know you were holding in until now. he got between the two guys, his hands immediately creeping around your waist, your eyes widening in surprise at his actions.
"too bad for you boys, she's mine."
his next actions shocked you even more, his face suddenly mere inches away from yours as his lips crashed into yours, his hands squeezing your waist gently as your back fell against the wall behind you. you melted into the kiss instinctively, lips moving swiftly against his as one of your hands traveled to his back. you smiled into the kiss, noticing in the corner of your eye that the two guys from before left you alone, frowns on their faces as they walked away.
as both of you pulled away from the kiss, heavy breathing being the only thing disrupting the silence between you, you couldn't help but notice the glint of worry in oikawa's eyes, giving you a concerned look.
"they didn't do anything to you, right?" his voice was unusually soft, his daily demeanor completely vanishing, just as if you were presented with a completely different side of oikawa. you shook your head in response, seeing the boy let out a sigh of relief, a genuine smile gracing his face. "thank god. i wouldn't forgive myself if my girl got hurt."
my girl.
his... girl?
you could feel the burning feeling rushing to your cheeks, giving the setter a puzzled look as you tried your best to use your hair as a cover-up. oikawa chuckled, his hand awkwardly scratching his neck.
"well, not my girl technically." he came back to his usual, flirty demeanor, face leaning in next to your ear. "but i definitely wouldn't complain if you were."
he couldn't get his eyes off of you for even a spare second, taking in every small reaction to his words, scanning the features on your face as you silently put the pieces together. suddenly, a lot of previous situations that you and the rest of the team were confused about made sense.
how oikawa rejected the prettiest model who asked him out after his game a few weeks prior, how his usual flirty demeanor seemed to calm down a bit, remarks of this sort only being thrown around and to the volleyball team and you. how he didn't gush over every girl who tried flirting with him, ignoring their attempts more and more. it was unusual for oikawa to act like this, but no one knew how to approach that topic in a conversation with him.
right now, you didn't have to.
"that's why you rejected that one model after the game?" you mumbled, eyes looking up at oikawa, his hair still damp as little droplets of water fell from his hair. the boy gave you a nod in response, a smile not leaving his face.
"and every girl prior to that. and after that, too." his eyes lowered to your lips for just a second, an action that you didn't leave unnoticed. "i only had my eyes on you, sweetheart. but you never quite caught the hint."
"you flirt with iwaizumi more than with me, tooru." you pointed out, a laugh escaping your lips as the brown-haired boy didn't even try to deny it, trying your best to ignore how your cheeks went even more red at the nickname that slipped from his lips.
"i wanted to ask you out properly later today." he admitted, eyes locked with yours, an awkward laugh leaving his lips. "i guess the universe was fed up with me postponing it all the time."
you giggled at his response, hand coming up to pat his shoulder as you went past him.
"i'm waiting for the proper question, then." you said quietly, just enough for oikawa to hear.
"because for your information, my answer will always be yes."
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loko4koko · 5 months
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·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ex-husband!Matsukawa Issei x f!reader ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·
>fanart_credit: Okeidohan (via_twitter)
MDNI 18+
>word_count: 6521
>contents: angst w/ a happy ending, reader on a date with an unnamed oc, alcohol mentions (minor), mattsun being a lil cocky and a lil toxic and a lot possessive, (barely there) hanamaki cameo, brief slut-shaming(ish) moment from reader’s date, fingering (f!receiving), talks of masturbation, squirting, creampie, (minor) breeding kink, multiple orgasms, (minor) overstimulation
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there were few things in this life that truly, unequivocally irritated you: traffic, gross coffee, and your ex-husband were a few of the major ones that came to mind. it’d been 8 months since you officially became a “ms.“ again and not “mrs. matsukawa,” and yet the man you’d said your vows to still managed to irk your every nerve. sending you silly memes, calling to talk about his day, offhand flirty comments in your ear like you were still together. it was all so damn maddening.
it was funny, actually, how much he continued to bother you when he was the one who wanted the divorce in the first place. it devastated you, shattered you, when it happened. no one expects for their husband to come home, sit them down and tell them, “this isn’t working anymore.” you didn’t understand at first, how he could say such a thing, when everything felt perfectly fine. but he “wasn’t truly ready” for this and he was “sorry, so sorry for hurting you.” you asked if it was a cover story- if he’d really just been cheating on you and couldn’t bring himself to tell you about his mistress, but he denied the allegations through and through. it almost made it worse, then, that it wasn’t a matter of him falling for another, but just him simply not wanting to be your husband anymore. it ruined you for months, cost you sleep and so many “sick days” from work that you’d almost lost your job. but after a while, you knew you had no choice other than to accept it, move on, get yourself back together again.
moving on is what you’re trying to do right now, actually. seated in a booth at a low lit restaurant, you laugh as the man in front of you tells some story about an outraged lunatic of a client he recently had to deal with at his job. he’s pleasant- easy on the eyes, very sweet, and a real gentleman. it’s your first date with him, your fourth since the divorce, and it was going well so far. it’d been a long time since you were on the scene, only having been married to issei for just over a year, but the two of you had dated for almost 3 before he proposed. it was difficult at first, to dip your toes back into the proverbial dating pool, but you were handling it nicely. the first few men that you’d gone out with ended up not working out, obviously- all for different reasons- but this one wasn’t too bad.
he’s pouring more sake into your glass when you see something familiar out of the corner of your eye, something that makes your heart want to choose between stopping or beating straight out of your chest. you try to calm yourself, tell your brain to stop playing tricks on you and that you’re just seeing things, but then you realize that you aren’t, that you can’t lie to yourself. there’s a mess of black hair on a tall figure, one with their back towards you only briefly before they turn around and you see a face you hadn’t quite expected to see today, let alone here in the restaurant your date chose.
it’s issei, it’s your ex-husband, it’s the man who tore your poor little heart into pieces, right in front of your eyes. you’ve never been terribly religious but you are right now, silent prayers sent up that he hadn’t noticed you- hadn’t noticed that you’re here on a date.
it’d been a few weeks since you’d seen him, when he called about some mail of yours that got sent to his home- your last address. he was as vexing as he usually was, telling you that if you’d wanted it, you’d better come get it soon before it ended up in the trash, so of course you’d hopped into your car later that evening after work. it was a dirty trick, you’d realized in retrospect. issei was an ass but he wasn’t so terrible that he’d throw your stuff away. however, he was so terrible that he’d convince you to hurry to his home under a guise so that he could (attempt to) entice you in with talks of a new bottle of sake. he was shameless, well and truly shameless, but you were unmoved, denying his offer with thanks for it, for keeping your mail out of the trash as you collected the envelopes and walked right back out.
you’re trying your best- to not alarm your date, to not draw issei’s attention, to not have a goddamn brain aneurysm. your date is asking you about your own line of work and you begin to explain, a welcome distraction from the situation at hand. you spare a glance in the direction that your ex-husband was seated- not alone but with his pink-headed best friend, another man you’ve known for too many years, and you find yourself having to look immediately in the opposite direction. issei’s looking at you, they both are, albeit with different expressions on their familiar faces. hanamaki’s is a little stunned, it seems that your look in their direction confirmed to him that it is you, but the other… the man you used to be married to has a head tilted in curiosity, eyes narrowed and a smirk on his lips that you hate to see right now. fuck. fuckfuckfuck.
you give your date a small smile, excusing yourself to the restroom as you grab your purse, willing yourself to walk as normally as you can even though you want to bolt. you’re relieved to be alone in the space, fingers gripping the edge of the sink as you stare into your own eyes. “this can’t be fucking happening..” you say to yourself, but you know that’s a falsehood to keep calm. you take a moment to breathe in deep, wet a paper towel with some cool water to dab on your neck and chest.
it’d been a few minutes and you don’t want the man you’re seated with to be concerned, so you do your best to get it together quickly and make your way back out to the dining area. only you can’t do that, because as you leave the bathroom, your exit is blocked by the lanky nuisance you call your ex-husband. you’re frozen, stopped dead in your tracks at the unexpected roadblock of a man. neither of you speak, your eyes set on his face as his own roam your figure, and you almost regret wearing a dress so formfitting, so low-cut.
“hey, babe,” issei finally says, a picture of smugness and it has your eyes rolling, moving to brush past him but no, no, he won’t let you.
“i am absolutely not doing this with you right now. what are you even doing here? what do you want?” you ask, exasperation evident in your tone.
“what, i can’t even say hi now? see you’re on a date- quite the looker, too. not as much as me, though, that’s for sure.” you’re in disbelief- real, unbridled disbelief at the man before you. there’s just no way he’s serious right now! first, he rudely blocks your path, but now he’s taken to belittling your innocent date?
“you are something else, issei,” you snort, shaking your head, “you do remember that you’re the one who wanted me to sign those papers, right? not the other way around. now if you’ll excuse me, i have a date to get back to. and don’t- don’t do anything stupid.” you slip away before he can say anything else, relaxing your face so as to not raise any questions as you sit back in your seat. you apologize for the delay, reaching for the menu and asking your date what kind of meal he plans on ordering.
an uneventful bit of time passes and you’re fine again, sharing more sake and offering food from each other’s plates to try. you almost forget about the intrusion from a little while ago, keyword there being almost. every now and then you can see issei in your peripheral vision, and damn near every time, his eyes are on you. it’s hard to ignore but you’re doing it, until the last time you look and he’s much, much closer. your eyes widen and you’re subtly shaking your head at the man, but it’s too late, his mind is made up and he approaches your table with a wink that only you can see.
“oh, hey! it’s crazy seeing you here,” issei starts, and the way your name falls from his lips is far too familiar, far too cordial for your taste. “another date already? thought we’d had a good time the other night, i know i did. i mean, we practically broke my bed frame. hey pal, just a warning but this one gets crazy in bed- a real nasty girl, i’m tellin’ ya.” your date looks absolutely appalled, scandalized even, but issei..issei is fucking beaming. there’s revulsion in your date’s eyes and you’re not sure who it’s directed to, you or the bastard that intruded so tactlessly- so offensively. it’s probably both, you think- probably disgust at his learning of your supposed promiscuity, and at issei’s attempt to give him “pointers” about things you like in the bedroom. he gives you no chance to explain, muttering to himself that he should’ve known you were a slut and he’s rising from his chair despite your pleas, your denial of issei’s words. you sadly watch him walk out of the door, and that’s it. he’s gone.
you resign yourself to a literal facepalm, tossing your cloth napkin onto the table as you stare at issei in contempt. “you have some fucking nerve. are you happy now? that i’m alone? is that what you wanted?” you don’t even give him the time to formulate a response before you’re pulling money from your wallet and placing it on the table. you’re not even sure how much the bill is, but you leave more than enough in your haste to remove yourself from this situation. you sling your purse and jacket over your arm and stomp your way out of the restaurant, trying hard to avoid the gaze of nosy onlookers as a few salted streaks leave your eyes. you stand outside, plans gone horribly awry, and your despair grows as you can’t even remember where the hell you parked your car. you realize, when you hear the sound of footsteps approaching, that you’re not alone in the chilled evening air. there’s no second thought as you whip around, black of your eyeliner smudged and wrath in your wide eyes, to see your ex-husband.
“was divorcing me not enough? was leaving me, when i wanted nothing but to be with you, to-to make it work, not fucking enough? i mean, fuck, what is this really about? if you don’t want me then no one should? it feels like you’re punishing me when i did nothing to you- nothing to deserve this. all i ever did, issei, was love you, support you, show you my devotion- and this is the thanks that i get? a divorce i didn’t want and loneliness.” you laugh sardonically, and issei sighs with a shake of his head as he steps towards you. you don’t step away, don’t retract yourself from him, acceptance of what feels like defeat unmissable in your sagged shoulders.
“i didn’t know that i’d see you here tonight- didn’t know i’d see you out with somebody else. i..cant describe the feeling i’d gotten in my stomach when i saw you with him, laughing with him like you used to laugh with me, smiling at him like you used to smile at me. nausea, i guess. jealousy- no, envy, if you really want me to be honest. i envied that man in a way i’ve never felt before.” you look up at him with red-rimmed eyes, taciturn and short-tempered as you are, but you allow him to continue. out of curiosity or something else- something deeper, you don’t know.
“the divorce- the biggest mistake i’ve ever made, was never about me not wanting you. this, tonight? this was never about me not wanting you. did i go about it the wrong way? yeah, yeah i did and i’m not proud of it. that was cruel, and i’m sorry, but i’ve been trying. maybe not hard enough, maybe not in the right ways, but, shit, i’ve been trying, baby. i’ve tried with the phone calls, i’ve tried to get you to come over and stay- just for a minute, just so i can tell you how bad i know that i fucked up. you were-you are the greatest thing that ever happened to me and i was too selfish and immature- thought that if i let you go, i wouldn’t be holding you back. but i can’t pretend anymore, i can’t lie to myself and say that i don’t want you back every fucking day that i wake up. being married to you was the best time of my life by a long shot. seeing a face this beautiful everyday, getting to laugh with you, eating every meal with you, pulling you in close when you’d steal the blankets ‘cause you were cold- you were always so cold at night- i miss it all. i miss you whenever i do anything ‘cause you were always there. you’re always a part of me, even when you’re apart from me. and i don’t want you to be apart from me anymore.”
your eyes feel heavy, almost as heavy as your heart, and you swallow thickly. his own eyes look sincere- a plea in the darkness that crushes you under its weight. there’s two parts of you- one pushing, one pulling. one that wants to leave him standing here, leave him in the emptying street just like he left you. but the other part- the stronger part, the one that loves him so intensely, that made him hot tea and soup when he was sick, that ugly-cried at his vows on your wedding day, that part wants you to stay. you stare at him for a long moment, battle between love and loathing waging inside of you.
“you’re…an idiot. you know that, right?”
issei doesn’t know whether to frown or to jump for joy. you are insulting him, sure, but you’re also still actually speaking to him. he considers it a good thing. he scratches the back of his neck, nervous huffs of laughter escaping through his nose.
“yeah, i know, babe. i’m an idiot who needs you, though.” you roll your eyes, a fond smile on your face. issei’s stepping closer to you, his large hands gentle as they wrap around your waist. it’s a strange feeling, to be held by him like this. it’s one you’d felt so many times over the years and then very suddenly not at all, not until now. you miss it.
your eyes are wide, full of hope when issei leans down, lips so close to yours. “come home,” he says softly, “need you home, need you with me.” he doesn’t give you time to answer, though, because his lips are fully on yours. he kisses you so lovingly, so longingly that it steals your breath right from your lungs. one of his hands comes up to cup the side of your face and he tilts your head just how he wants you, tongue unfaltering as it prods its way between your lips. he soaks up the way you sigh into the kiss, the way your hands find shelter on his biceps, the way you’re still as teasing as you were before- teeth catching his lip as you giggle.
you pull away from the kiss first, cheek warm against issei’s palm and you blink up at him. “take me home, ‘sei.” he grins, something triumphant in his eyes as he picks you up and tosses you over his shoulder, your laughter and shouts of protest being ignored by the tall man.
it’s only a short minute before you’re in issei’s car, on your way back to issei’s home. the ride isn’t long either, but it is full of tension. issei drives with one hand on your thigh the whole time, and when he has to stop, he’s leaning over to catch your lips again. you think this is what deja vu must feel like, because it just feels so familiar to be here- in issei’s car with his fingers splayed out on your thigh, in the driveway of a place you called home for so long. he smiles at you after he puts the car in park and takes the keys from the ignition, quickly exiting so he can open your door and usher you inside the house.
there’s a hand on your lower back as you enter the house, and the nostalgia of it all hits you harder. so many times had you come home like this after a night out, issei’s greedy hands touching you anywhere he felt like touching. those nights often ended with him between your thighs, or behind you, or- you have to blink the thought away as you feel your cheeks flushing, feel issei’s gaze on you. he sinks down to his knee, dark eyes still on yours and you gasp when he takes a hold of your calf. his fingers are reverential, worshipping as they glide across your skin to wrap around your ankle. he pulls your heel off, kisses your calf, and repeats the process on the other side. when he rises back to full height, he leaves a fleeting kiss on your lips and takes your hand, guiding you to the kitchen.
there you were, glass full of sake in hand as you sit on the counter. issei isn’t far, leaned back against the counter just to the left of you, smile on his face as he rambles tipsily. you have to admit, you’re only half paying attention, more stuck on the way that he licks his lips, the way that he cuts his eye to look over at you when he thinks you don’t notice. you sip your drink, mischievous glare behind the glass as your free hand creeps to meet his on the counter. he’s startled out of his rambling, looking down to see your hand on his, and when he looks back up at you, all he can do is grin. he sits his own glass down before stepping in front of you, hands caging you in on either side of your hips. he’s so obvious, so extraordinarily lacking in subtlety, with how his eyes linger on your plump pout, on the oh-so-perfect way your tits threaten to spill out of your dress. he ogles for a moment before he locks eyes with you again, and god, he can’t believe he let someone as beautiful as you go for even a second. the way you stare at him- so enamored and forgiving and lustful, he truly thinks it could drive a man crazy.
“‘m never lettin’ you go again, baby, never gonna fuck up that bad again,” he murmurs against your lips. your eyes slip shut and his nose nudges yours when he leans in all the way, lips gliding over each others in a kiss laden with desperation and yearning. his hands move to your hips and yours are on his shoulders, the two of you in something like a competition to see who can pull the other closer. your lips are so sweet to him, your tongue much like a lollipop that he wants to suck on all day. you’ve always tasted good, every little part of you, and issei’s been without his fill for too long now. the little sighs and soft whimpers that leave your lips are icing on the metaphorical cake that is kissing you.
“lemme make it up to you, baby,” he groans in between exchanges of saliva, “can i show you how sorry i am, hm? show you how much i missed you?”
you nod, unwilling to remove your lips from issei’s when he bites at your lip like that and it’s okay because he doesn’t need you to. his hands leave your hips in favor of sliding down your thighs, stopping when he reaches the hem of your dress. you’re a smart girl, don’t even need him to tell you to plant your hands on the counter and lift your ass and thighs up a bit so he can shove your dress up and your pretty little thong down.
the kitchen counter is cool against the skin of your thighs, a stark contrast to how warm issei’s palms are as they spread your legs apart. he separates from your mouth with a smack, gossamer strings of one another’s spit keeping you connected, and rests his forehead on yours. his fingers finally find treasure between your legs, fingertips already sticky as they sweep up and down your slit. you suck in a sharp breath, eyes not leaving his while he toys with your cunt.
“this pretty pussy still gets so wet for me. did you ever think about me? when you were with those other guys? did you get wet like this for them?” he gives you no warning as he plunges his middle and index fingers inside you, eyes squeezing closed in a long blink while your jaw falls open. he sets an unwavering pace, hand on your thigh coming up to cup your chin. his stare feels like an interrogation, so confident in his ability to pick you apart in every way possible. he’d know if you lied, could see it in your eyes and feel it with the pads of his fingers buried in your oozing cunt.
“i, f-fuck, i didn’t fuck a-anyone else, ‘sei,” you whimper, “only wanted you- only get this wet f-for you.” issei groans at your words, grip on your chin so tight as he forces you into another searing kiss. his fingers don’t slow their pace, thumb coming up to press down on your clit as his tongue rolls across yours- over your teeth and lips.
“that’s my girl. i didn’t either, baby, couldn’t even think about it. just kept fucking my fist to the thought of you, how pretty you look suckin’ me off or cummin’ on my cock.” the needy moan you let out has issei straining in his pants, and shit, is he wrecked for you already. he’s obsessed- with you and the pretty faces you make, with the way you whine his name, with how you clench and throb and gush around his fingers. he’s utterly intoxicated by every little thing that you have to offer, and he drinks it up greedily.
issei knows practically everything about you, so it’s no surprise that he remembers exactly how to find it- that cushiony little place inside you that makes you cry out when he presses against it. he’s so cruel, so abusive to your g-spot, pushing his fingers deep inside you to hit that button over and over again. he knows when you’re close, too, knows how you leak and flutter around whatever he’s got inside of you.
“‘sei, please,” you whine, voice hoarse and shaky with need. your fingernails are digging into his shoulders as he looks up from where his hand disappears inside of you to meet your eye. he steals another quick and sloppy kiss from you, hammering his fingers inside of you so hard that you can’t help your gasping moans.
“please what? you wanna cum, angel? do it then, cum all over my hand- cum for me.” he brings his free hand up to snake into your hair, gripping tight at the roots in an effort to keep your mouth from leaving his. it didn’t take long for you to fall apart, thighs spasming around his wrist and pussy spasming around his fingers as you brokenly sob his name against his lips. your chest heaves, cunt still squelching and squishing as issei slows his digits to a stop while you come down from your high.
it’s issei’s turn to moan contentedly as he slides his sticky fingers into his mouth, sucking and licking every last bit of you that coats the skin. he gives you a smile when he’s finished with his meal, and you taste yourself on his lips and tongue when he slots your mouths together again.
“gonna fuck you right here, baby, right in the kitchen like we used to,” he drawls, watching as your hands move to undo his belt and fly, “couldn’t eat in here while you were gone without thinking about how many times i’d stuffed you full right on the table.” you look up from your task to grin at him, shaking your head as you finally get the zip down.
“yeah, i couldn’t make breakfast without you waking up just to bend me over,” you snort, shoving his slacks and boxers down. his cock springs free and fuck, he’s so hard. he’s long, a little girthy with a curve to the left and the tip is blushing, leaking precum as it comes to slap against his stomach.
“shouldn’t’ve been lookin’ so goddamn good every time- bein’ a sweet little wife and cooking for me, how could i not just give you my cock?” his laughing tone is cut off with a hiss, eyes falling from yours to where your hand is wrapped around him between you. your grip is so warm on his already hot skin but he couldn’t care less, not when he’s been missing your hands on him for as long as he has. your free hand comes to mirror his earlier actions, fingers digging into his chin and jaw as you cup his face. he takes a breath before his eyes open back up and when he focuses, it’s you that’s staring up at him so amorously- so covetous in your gaze on him.
“fuck me, ‘sei. show me how much you missed me.” it’s like a switch flips in issei at your words, cravings for you back in full force as he takes your hands off of him with a strong grip on your wrists. he’s got his tongue back in your mouth in an instant, so bruising and eager as it takes in your flavors. he lifts your hands up to his shoulders in silent instruction, his own coming to grip the base of his cock in one and your hip in the other. the man is so teasing even when he’s just as insatiable as you, dragging his cock head between your folds, against your clit until you breathily plead for him. he could never deny you, not like this, so he obliges and starts the breach into your sopping pussy. he’s so slow, so careful in how he stretches you open around him that you don’t even care that your head hits the cabinet when it falls back.
“fuck, i missed you, baby. missed you and this pussy. suckin’ me in like you never want me to leave, shit,” he curses, hands tight on your hips as he begins to rock in and out of you. he loves the way you shudder and keen for him already when he’s barely given you anything yet, and if he were a better person, he’d warn you about what he’s going to give you. he isn’t, however, so he doesn’t.
issei drags his lip between his teeth as he pulls out of you, leaving only the very tip of his cock in your sweltering heat before he’s driving back into you, harder this time, faster. you wail at the abrupt change in his pace, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as he sheathes himself into you on repeat. your legs are quivering around his lithe hips, panties dangling from your ankle as it bobs with the force of issei’s jackhammering thrusts into your sopping hole.
“you feel so good, baby, y’always have,” he rasps, drawing your attention back to him as you meet his gaze with lust-clouded eyes. “so stupid for me to think i could give you up, not when you’re so kind, so pretty, so fucking wet, so you.” it’s so hard to reply, so hard to do anything but moan his name as you clench your drooling cunt down on his length. he drags you to the very edge of the counter by the fat of your hips so you’re forced against his chest, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he pounds into you voraciously. his hands are rough as they slide up your thighs to grip you under the knee, keeping you spread so wide you know you’re going to feel it for at least a few days.
“couldn’t let that guy have you, baby- fuck-couldn’t let him have my wife,” his voice is husky, low in your ear when he speaks. “you belong here, at home, getting fucked dumb on my dick.” you’re trying to pay attention, really, you are; but it feels like a mission impossible to catch every word when his heavy cock lays assault on your g-spot.
“yeah, ‘m home, fuck me dumb,” you pant, nails leaving crescent shapes in the skin of issei’s neck and shoulders. it’s something you’d feel bad about if he cared- if he didn’t fuck you so full and deep and all-consuming.
the sound in the room is such a lewd combination- the slapping of skin on skin, your gasps and whines and little ‘unh unh unh’s, issei’s harsh breathing and grunts. he feels your cunt pulsing around him and he knocks into you even more crushingly than before, separating you only slightly so he can see your face.
“c’mon, baby, i can feel how close you are. lemme feel it, angel, cum on my cock,” he groans, one hand leaving its position on your leg to slip between you and rub quick, merciless circles onto your clit. you let out a long, unrestrained sob and let your head fall back again, unable to fight off the carnality of your pleasure.
“‘sei, ‘m cummingggg! fuck- i love you, love you s’ much.” your pussy is palpitating around his cock like a heart, which is entirely fitting when he’s so deep it feels like his cock is in your chest. you want to be embarrassed about how much your slick flows out of you, coating issei’s cock and the counter below you in a shiny essence, but you can’t think about it, can’t think about anything at all. your vision goes white for a moment and you’re sure that this here is what people mean when they say “rapturous.”
issei fucks you through it, keeps massaging your puffy clit with his long fingers and your hips are still jerking even after it’s over. he’s got his lips on your neck and you soon learn that he’s actually talking, when your hearing finally returns to you.
“nobody can make my wife cum like i do- know you inside and out, baby. ‘s why you belong with me, huh? belong with someone who fucks you like this,” he growls against your throat. he bites down on the sensitive flesh and you whimper, grip on him tightening as he picks you up from the back of your knees. he’s still heavy and hard inside you as he lays you onto the dining table. the way he stares down at you almost makes you want to shrink, his need to devour you and claim you so easy to spot in his features. the large hands that held you now make their way to the straps of your dress, pulling them off of your shoulders just enough that he can yank the front of your dress down. the first thing you can feel is the cold air hitting your pebbled nipples, and the second is the roughness of issei’s hands as he squeezes and tugs on the nubs, not satisfied until you pathetically whine his name.
there’s no preamble, no warning when he starts to roll his hips into yours again. he’s plowing into you so hard already that you can feel the table shaking beneath you, and you reach for him in instinct but he’s so mean, hands holding your wrists down against the table.
“want you to marry me again, baby. you gonna marry me again, right?” he questions you, eyes pinning you down with a gaze as heavy as iron. it’s a loaded question, really- you know that whether you say yes or no, he’s just going to fuck you harder. you bite your lip as his cock digs against your g-spot and decide to nod- lesser of two evils, and something you’ll think about when he isn’t kissing your womb with his fat tip.
“say it,” he groans, bending over you to nose along your throat. he maps his way up to your ear, tugging the lobe between his teeth before planting a kiss on the shell. “say it for me, baby.”
issei gives you a particularly harsh thrust- one that knocks the air out of your lungs and you sob, back arching off of the abused dining table. “‘m gonna- ah!- ‘m gonna marry you, ‘sei. wanna be your wife again,” you murmur, cock-drunk and being hurled over and over into orgasm too much for your brain to handle. issei is satisfied with it, though. he takes full height again as his heavy cock twitches inside of you and he uncurls one of his hands from yours, slipping it between you to thumb casually at your clit.
“mmh- fuck yeah, you are. yeah, you’re gonna be my wife and you’re gonna cum, right?” you hate so badly that you have to give him the satisfaction- but he’s right. you’re so close you can taste it, can feel it deep in the pit of your belly, and you need him. you nod, breathless and hazy, and he gives you a pleased little grin, circling of your clit more deliberate now. his free hand takes your leg and splays it against his chest, your ankle at his ear and he hisses as you take him so much deeper.
there’s no time to warn him before it happens, no time for words of caution because it even shocks you. the coil within you snaps, back arching as you cry so pretty for him. your hands search desperately for purchase and land on issei’s shirt, wrinkling the fabric in your fists while you sob and writhe. the flood that comes out of you is a welcome surprise to issei, who moans out an “oh, fuck” as he’s drenched in your spray of cum. everything’s so wet now, much wetter than before- so sticky when his pelvis meets your ass. he keeps driving his hips into you, keeps his rough thumb on your slippery clit and it’s all so fucking much to process.
“see, baby? nobody else can make you squirt on their fucking dick like that. you’re mine, y’were made for me. now, you’re gonna be a good girl and take my load, right?” he knows what he says might as well be rhetorical because you’re not gonna give him a true, proper answer. but he’s fine with it, as long as you keep making those pretty little noises and clenching his cock so tight like that.
issei’s close, nails digging into your thigh as he twitches inside you. his hair clings to his forehead with sweat, shirt half unbuttoned, half drenched in your juices, and he looks so debauched. and he is- has no choice but to be when it comes to you, when it comes to being inside your velvet heat that wants to wring the cum out of his cock. his breathing is picking up, little huffs of warm air hitting your leg as he ruts into you.
“f-fuck, ‘m gonna cum, baby. you still on the pill? hope not, maybe this one’ll take, huh? if not, that’s ok- i’ll just keep cumming and cumming in this tight little cunt until it does,” he grunts, head falling back and hips stuttering as he fills you with rope after rope of his hot seed. you moan with him, sensitive as you are, while he rides his orgasm out, chest heaving and thighs twitching. issei stares at you from above as he catches his breath, cock slowly softening inside of you but he doesn’t pull out yet, opting instead to drop your leg from his shoulder and back to his hip before he leans down to meld your lips with his in a tender kiss. he slips his arms underneath you, gathering you up into his hold and you gasp, startled as you’re lifted from the table.
“‘sei- what- put me down!” you whine, hissing in overstimulation at every step he takes with his semi-hard dick still inside of you. he ignores you in favor of taking you to the bedroom, dropping you on to the bed you’d once shared, except now the sheets smell only of him. you huff as you pout up at him but he just laughs, dragging his fingers up your sides.
“you didn’t think i was done with you, didya, baby? gotta show my wife just how much i missed her.” he begins to stir his hips again, somehow fully hard already, and somewhere in your mind you know that this is going to be a very, very long night.
it’s bright and warm the next day- a perfect day to move your stuff back home, issei says to you. you’re doing just that, starting simple with clearing out your closet while he does the drawers. there’s a dress in your arms that you’re about to lay out to fold when issei whistles, drawing your attention towards him. he turns to you, smirk on his face and goddamnit, you hadn’t even noticed that he went straight for your underwear drawer- but the skimpy, lavender colored g-string in his hands tells you that.
“give me those!” you scold, reaching to snatch them up but you curse him and his height as he holds them high up over your head.
“oh, absolutely not. these? these are going in my pocket so you can wear them for me tonight.” he snickers, shoving them in his pants pocket when you playfully roll your eyes and back off.
you can’t help but laugh with him, in too high of spirits to be truly annoyed with his antics, to be disgruntled with packing and moving. nothing could bother you, not now when you get to be with issei again, not when he woke you up this morning with languid kisses and whispers of how lucky he was that you wanted to be with him. starting over with him would take work, but it was work that you were both happy and willing to do for each other- for your second marriage.
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>authors_note: if mattsun divorced me i would probably kms tbh 👨‍🦯 but anyways i hope u all enjoy!!
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kairiscorner · 5 months
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❝stop, you're losing me.❞ — oikawa tooru x gn!reader (angst)
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🎧 song inspo: you're losing me. – taylor swift
✒️ word count: 1,492
🍞 genre: angst.
💗 special mention to: @xoxo-cha for introducing me to the song ! (gave me so many ideas that day UHEUHEUHEUEEUHUEHE LABYU)
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you used to think you were important to him, that you mattered just a little more than ordinary people to him–that you mattered to him, period.
but you never once felt that you were anything more than a chore for tooru to finish, that he actually felt happy to see you after school before or after practice, and walking home with you–not even looking at you and mindlessly answering with a nod or a shake of his head. he was always in his own head, in his own world.
he was always hard working, only taking mondays off, but still setting in a court in his mind. he wasn't always with you, no matter how close to you he was–he was always in his own little world, and he could never help it. to you, tooru was worlds apart from you; but you could never tell him that, you couldn't even find the words or the voice to speak it out to him, let alone the courage to back up your thoughts. hours of tooru not seeing you was bearable, you understood he couldn't always come to see you, he was the genius setter and captain of seijoh's volleyball team, of course he had more urgent matters to attend to.
that's fine.
you could handle a few more hours without him, you kind of needed space, too. could never have too much of it, right? well, hours turned to days; it had been three days since you last spoke to tooru. all your texts to him went ignored, you were always too shy to call–he always initiated them, until the calls stopped coming when the team began to practice for the inter high preliminaries.
that's fine.
you did have some homework you needed to catch up on, a big test next week, you had to focus. in all honesty, you were mich more like tooru than either of you would like to admit–you were much calmer and quieter than him. you hated standing out, you preferred staying out of the spotlight. you did have a tendency to want to prove you were worth something, that you mattered–but you never went out of your way to go beyond.
you stuck right where you belonged, in your league, because after falling for tooru, you realized that you didn't need to feel special in others' eyes, you just wanted to be special in his eyes. but that was where you and tooru were different.
tooru was always hungry for success, to be better, to be at the top and to prove to everyone he is just as good, no, that he's better than everyone claims he is. and he's terrifying when he gets stuck in that state of mind. it shouldn't matter too much... should it? after all, he was only seijoh's pride and joy, one of the big reasons why seijoh is a formidable force to be dealt with–of course it shouldn't matter what you think, just who were you to meddle with his success?
...well you were his partner. you were his true, number one fan. you were his lover.
you weren't just somebody to him... right?
well if you weren't just somebody to him, then why doesn't he bother to call you at least once in the weeks that passed by? not even apologizing for missing your texts? not even exchanging glances with you anymore when you two cross paths in the hallway?
it's like you went from strangers, to lovers, to back to being strangers.
it's hard loving a stranger, because you don't know if you were ever in love with them to begin with, because that past when you two were lovers felt so far away... it didn't feel real, it didn't feel familiar anymore.
your friends tried to tell you he wasn't worth it, that he couldn't love anyone but himself—but they were far from right; tooru oikawa has never known a day where he truly loves himself. if he did, he wouldn't need to stay up countless hours at dawn, watching and rewatching matches of his opponents to come up with a plan in his mind on how to win against them, and he'd do it over, and over, and over again. he tortures himself, and you can't understand how he can't see that it's hurting him, how it's hurting you.
do you even know you're hurting?
you decided one day, after school, you would confront him and tell him everything you were feeling—even if you had no idea what kinds of feelings those knots in your stomach were whenever you thought about him and how much he's changed since you last spoke with him. you couldn't even remember the events that led up to you asking him to see you outside of the gym, all you could remember was your mind screaming at you, "don't you dare cry" as he approached you with an obviously bothered expression. his eyebrows were furrowed so slightly, in an attempt to hide his frustration, you believe—he sharply breathed in and out, throwing the ball to his teammate as he said briefly he'd be back in a few, he just has some stuff to take care of. yeah, some stuff.
the full conversation was a blur, words coming in and out of your ear, words flying out of your mouth; his eyes saying so much when he himself says so little. you could remember, at least, how you couldn't believe how little, yet so much, self-awareness the boy in front of you had. he knew he lacked in some areas in volleyball, as a captain, as a player—but he never seemed to realize what he lacked as your boyfriend. you wished you slapped him into reality then, maybe you did, and that's why your clearest memory of that day was him with reddened cheeks and a flushed nose; with his eyes threatening to erupt into tears, his lips quivering as he tried biting back his urge to scream, to yell, to cry. he was losing. he was losing you.
"love, i... i don't understa—" "i know you don't."
is this really you speaking? are those words coming out of your mouth? since when did you learn how to act so... cold? maybe this was the effect of tooru leaving you buried in the snow of his own icy neglect. and the worst part was... he can't take you like this. he doesn't recognize you in this cold blizzard raging between you two. there are storms in your eyes, a dark glare looms over your face that once stared back at him with nothing but sunshine and warmth. he said, over and over, that he loves you, that he has no idea why you're acting so cruel—whatever it is, he'll make up for it; he promises.
how could he say that he loves someone who he can't tell is dying?
he gets on his knees, he doesn't care anymore if the team sees him groveling at your feet, begging for you not to leave him—because you are the reason tooru keeps going, at least, that's what he says. he cries a little louder, clinging on to your hands, your hands that have gone cold and have felt calloused. does he not realize that you... aren't affected by his little act anymore?
"do something, babe, say something."
"tooru... stop it, this is embarrassing, even for you..." you plead with him softly, trying to hide his crying figure so he can save face. he shakes his head and cries against the end of your shirt, hoping that in his cries, you'll hear him out. but why should you listen? why should you offer him a listening ear, when he never bothered to listen if your heart still had a pulse for him?
"lose something, babe, risk something."
"i can't... go on without you... please, l-let's try again! i'll take you on... on those dates i promised! i-i'm just a little set back, i'll make you happy, happier than you've ever been, because i love you!"
"choose something, babe, i got nothing to believe—"
"stop." you whisper, and tooru pauses his whimpering and sniffling, looking up at you as he anxiously anticipates what you had to say. he fears it's the last thing you'll ever tell him before you turn your back on him and disappear into the frigid cold, never to speak to him or acknowledge him, never to love him again.
you take in a ragged breath, and a silver lining comes out of the gray clouds that curtain your once bright and loving eyes that lookedupon him with so much love, patience, and devotion—now looking like that of sad pity.
"unless you're choosin' me."
"...you're losing me, tooru."
and that... was the last thing you said to him; not even a 'good bye', or an 'i wish you the best'—because he could achieve the best, he could train that much if he wanted—but he'll never have the best you's anymore, he'll never, ever have you again.
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chrimsss · 8 months
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A Tall Manager -
Some teams and how they would be with a tall (betwen 175 to 180cm) beautiful manager.
The teams include: Karasuno, Aoba Johsai/Seijoh, Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani.
Note: This is another random idea i had and had a beautiful, amazing friend choose the teams for me :)) this was written at 3am and its rushed, I'm sorry.
Might have some grammatical mistakes or mispellings, sorry for those- LONG POST!
Pronouns: You, implied as female.
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Karasuno (Height: 177cm) -
You're a 1st year, in Class 5.
Which also means you share a class with the one and only, Yachi Hitoka.
You both first talk was due to a project you two needed to do together and she was utterly scared about your height.
But you quickly surprised her with a friendly nature, almost like an older sister. Yachi grew close to you rather fast.
So it was no surprise when she asked you to come with her to the school gym, after class.
"Hum? Why, are you going to train for something?"
"NO, I TOLD A BEAUTY THAT I WOULD JOIN HER CLUB ACCIDENTALLY AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO, PLEASE (Y/N)!"
"A beauty? what..."
Despite that, you decided to follow her anyways.
Arriving at the gym, it was clear both you and Yachi gained the attention of almost all boys in the gym, which was somewhat understandable, since we have this 149cm cute girl and 177cm pretty girl.
Kiyoko was the first to walk towards you both, greeting Yachi before going to you with a friendly welcoming and asking if you were to join as a third manager. Now you understand how Yachi couldn't say no.
Daichi, Suga and Asahi were the next to introduce. They all were really sweet to you, although Suga were jokingly disappointed at you being taller than him while being a 1st year, which made you laugh a bit.
Ennoshita, Kinoshita and Narita were the next ones, all also very kind, but in a more quieter way. Kinoshite also joked a bit, asking what you did to get so tall, since you were taller than him. His only answer was a slap at the back of his head by Ennoshita.
Nishinoya and Tanaka, were... something else. When you first introduced yourself, they were both dead silent, almost as stones statues, that also scared the other 2nd years, before tears appeared in their eyes. They were just happy of having 3 different managers. You could also hear Tanaka commenting something about "School's Beauty" and "Nekoma", but you weren't too sure.
Hinata and Yamaguchi were both stunned by you, a small blush in their faces while you looked at both of them with a bright smile. Hinata started jumping up and down, greeting you and commenting about your height in a non-malicious way, to which you tried to answer truthfully. As for Yamaguchi, he let out a small compliment, shocking himself, but your only response was a compliment about his freckles.
Tsukishima and Kageyama were... Indifferent. Of course, Kageyama was surprised about your height for some time since you were almost his height, but it quickly drew away. Tsukishima knew about you, since you were in a College Prep Class as well, so he somewhat respected you, but he really didn't care about your height or anything.
After that day, you were now officially a Manager for the Crows. And, even though you were almost the same height or taller than most of them, they were still protective of you, just like they were towards the other 2 managers.
But, to be honest, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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Aoba Johsai/Seijoh (Height: 179cm) -
You were a 2nd Year, in Class 6.
You sit right beside the sweet Libero for the Volleyball Team, Shinji Watari.
He was pretty surprised about your height, he wasn't short in anyway, being 171cm, but he could feel shorter beside your 179cm self.
You both were "seatmates" since the first day of 2nd year, and just clicked as friends.
After the volleyball team's practice match against Karasuno, Shinji constantly heard his captain commenting something about Karasuno's Manager and Seijoh's Lack of one.
So, one day, while both of you were quietly eating during lunch, he asked you the infamous question;
"(Y/N)-chan, do you have a club yet?"
"Hum? No, my last club was full this time."
"Would you like to join our club as a manager?"
To say you were surprised was an understatement, but you still agreed about it.
After school, you found yourself a bit nervous, you knew their volleyball team was strong and a powerhouse, so a small wave of anxiety filled you but Shinji was quick to calm down your nerves.
Arriving at the Gym, you took quick notice or the spacious place and all the players around, who seemed to be doing their own things.
The coaches already knew why you were there for, so he called out all of his team players, who were quick to notice the pretty girl standing besides their Libero.
The Third Years all had different reactions, and it kinda shocked you: Oikawa was the first one, greeting you with a sweet smile and also a wink, that took you by surprise, but a ball on his head was enough to make him drop the "flirtatious boy" act. Iwaizumi was the next one, the one who gave you a proper welcoming, glaring down at his captain. Matsukawa and Hanamaki, however, instead of introducing themselves first, their first reaction was compare you and the Ace height, while holding a bit of laugh, this making Iwaizumi angry and you a bit surprised.
Yahaba was another one who tried to flirt, but just looking at your sweet smile was enough to make the boy weak and stutter a bit before recovering his posture.
Kyotani completely ignored you, at first, but was forced by a certain Setter (read: Yahaba) to be kind and introduce himself. However, instead of the introduction, his first reaction was to ask how did you get this tall, boy was genuinely curious. Also, you were 0.2cm taller than him, he was insistent to know the "truth".
The First Year also had unique reactions: While Kindaichi was bit red on his face while staring at you, Kunimi were just staring uninterested and kinda tired from all his training, that didn't stop him from being kind to you when you first introduced yourself.
Needless to say, they all accepted you pretty fast as they first manager. Iwaizumi was quick to teach you how to throw a ball at your captain's head. Matsukawa and Hanamaki were also quick to put you in their group chat, where they would post random memes.
Now its a routine for you, Shinji and the other two 2nd years to have lunch together.
Also, the next time Seijoh went against Karasuno, Oikawa was fast to brag about you, as their manager, to his precious kouhai, who was utterly confused about the situation.
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Shiratorizawa (Height: 175cm) -
You were a 2nd year, in class 5.
Now this one is a bit different, you and Taichi were close friends before High School, meeting each other in middle school and it kinda just clicked as best friends.
This one, instead of Taichi calling you, you were the one to initiate the conversation. The main problem was the coach, who highly believed you would be a distraction for the boys.
It took some while to convince the coach, to even have the thought of giving you a chance, but seeing how some of them were alreayd distracting themselves with filling bottles and other stuff, instead of training was enough to make him agree.
So, one day, after school you found yourself standing on the doors, staring a bit dreamily around the gym and noticing the team players.
Look, you aren't short in the slightest, but being around this team makes you feel tiny. Their shortest members are around 174cm, for god's sake.
Taichi was the first one to notice you, jogging, mid training, to talk to you, and this quickly caught the attention of his teammates.
"Could this be? Taichi's girlfriend?~"
"Tendou, I don't think we should be meddling with our kouhai's love life."
"Are you telling me you aren't also curious Semi-Semi?"
"..."
Be glad the Coach was busy that time.
Anyway, while the third years talked like you weren't there, Taichi was quick to introduce you to his teammates.
First person you met was Goshiki, he seemed a bit nervous and serious around you, but still did a fast introduction and talking about how he was going to be Shiratorizawa's Next Ace, to which you just smiled brightly and agreed with him. Kai and Yusho, the next ones, were a bit in the back, but you still greeted both of them in a friendly manner, making a small blue appear at their face.
Shirabu, seemed a bit annoyed since you were 0.2cm taller than him, but was quickly subdued since you were really friendly to him. He seemed indifferent, but having someone sweet yet not overwhelming was good for his soul.
Then, you get the 3rd years. Hayato was the first upperclasmen to greet you, making a small joke about you being taller to him, which made you giggle a bit. Reon were also really sweet with you and promised to help you around the gym whenever needed, although you couldn't take his offer.
Semi was a bit more quiet about it, but he was glad to have a manager to help with certain 'trivial' things, since he was one of the main 'workers' there. If you like music, he would be quick to recommend multiple songs for your playlist.
Tendou was the sweetest one, instead of just a normal greeting, he would go directly for a quick hug; If you were uncomfortable with the situation, he would be quick to break from the hug and apologize, giving a proper introduction. If you were to return his hug, you are now officially adopted by him, that's it.
Ushijima was a bit more complicated. While he was staring you down, he introduced himself and welcoming you to the team officially. He seemed a bit blunt, but you were quick to notice that this wasn't in a malicious way. So you took his encouragement and tips to heart whenever doing your managerial work.
In all fairness, this team would act like they didn't need a manager first but with you there, their tactics were more calculated and they stuff was more organized, so they were pretty happy with you there.
Also, when you first met Oikawa, he was exteemely annoyed at the fact that Shiratorizawa had a manager before him. Ushijima was quick to throw his famous infamous catchphrase, annoying the setter even more.
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Fukurodani (Height: 180cm) -
You are a first year, but this time, you didn't share class with anyone else on the team.
You trial as Manager was one of an accident.
You were walking around the schoolz trying to evade as many people as possible, you accidentally bumped into one of the volleyball managers, who seemed to be in a hurry, with you both falling to the ground.
Before you could even say anything, she quickly got up and apologize, picking up some papers she scattered around and then running away. What she failed to notice was one last paper laying beside you.
"Volleyball Trial Manager Sheet".
While in class now, you stared at the paper, a bit curious about it. You knew the volleyball team had alreayd 2 managers, so they wouldn't really need another one right? But you also remembered that they were both 3rd years and this was their last year, what if the team doesn't have another manager?
These thought plagued in your mind for the entire day and took one of your parents to convince you to finally join it.
The next day, you decided to join during morning practice, rapidly noticing they were in a rally, so you just stayed at the door, trying not to disturb the team. But a hand on your shoulder made you turn around, noticing the Coach with a small smile.
He then entered the gym, clapling to get his students attention, which was a success but their attention was fast towards you. You introduced yourself kinda nervous about the sittuation but still holding your place.
Yukie and Kaori were the first to go to you. They were really happy to have another manager with them, and kept complimenting your height, which made you a bit bashed.
The first years were a bit in shock about your height. Anahori was a bit intimated but curious, but he also hold onto his comments to himself, scared that it could offend you in any way, to which you quickly denied, saying you didn't mind. Onaga was also surprised, he didn't have to look down too much to talk to you and that was a relief for his neck. He was also happy you didn't mess his name like his classmates.
Komi and Konoha were a bit in shock, their new manager was taller than them in unique levels, but they were really gentle with their greetings even joking a bit about stealing your height to play.
Sarukui was one of the calm ones, he was kinda surprised about looking at you in the eyes without bending his neck, but nonetheless he was happy about having another manager happy. He was also grateful about you not commenting on his mouth unnecessarily, that has happened way too much.
Washio was somewhat indifferent about it. He was surprised a bit but didn't have anything to comment much, since he knew height was something uncontrollable. As being a manager, he was glad to see the team would have someone trustworthy as their manager for two more years when the other 2 graduates.
Now, here comes the complicated part. Bokuto for you was an enigma, he was blunt about his question and commentaries about your height, but you knew there was no ill intent in his words. But after it cooled down, he was fast to ask you about volleyball and what you knew.
When you first found out about his Emo Modd, you were taken aback, since how could someone lively be so quiet?
Akasshi, the sweet boy he is, thanked you a lot almost daily, since your praises were quick to take Bokuto out of his Emo Mode, thus taking a lot of stress out of him. He was also the most helpful one, he would always take the boxes from you hand, yadda, yadda.
Overall, Fukurodani were pretty shocked about your height but these sweet boys were nothing but sweet.
Also, Bokuto bragged about you being a Manager to his cat friend, who at first thought was a lie but was quickly shut off by your tall stature cheering for Bokuto.
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vainilla-milk · 11 months
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winner
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pairing: Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader
tags: drabble, sfw, fluff
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"You don't have to accept if you don't want to" you say nervously to your boyfriend, only to then give your dad a threatening look.
"I accept the challenge because I want to" he smiles at you rolling up the sleeves of his arms.
Your dad smiles mischievously, much to your disgrace. 
Tonight was going to be special because you were finally formally introducing Iwaizumi as your boyfriend to your parents. Dinner should have gone smoothly as you watched your mom and dad give the volleyball player approving glances. 
Unfortunately, you mentioned that Hajime is the current Aoba Johsai arm wrestling champion. 
Your dad, like a good pain in the ass, decided to strut about how he was also an arm wrestling champion in his youth.  It all culminates in him challenging Iwaizumi to see who really is the champion at the table.
You are now with your heart pounding watching both men adjusting their arms and hands before they begin to struggle. 
"I don't intend to hold back" you hear him say. 
Iwaizumi proudly answers you with the same fervor. 
The arm wrestling begins, very evenly matched, but you see your boyfriend begin to pull your dad's arm down. The older one recovers and begins his turn to change the course of the match. 
A few more seconds pass, Iwazumi again rallies.
He finally wins.
"It's over, there's already a champion. Let's stop this" you suggest, only to be ignored. 
"Again!" your father exclaims excitedly. 
Of course, Iwaizumi could think of nothing better than to oblige him. 
"I'll keep winning!" he replies. 
The night progresses, you witness both men fooling around with different challenges. Your mom laughs and tells you that at least you are now certain that they have approved of your new partner.
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"Your dad's cool," he tells you the next day at halftime.
You look at him almost frivolously.
"Hmm... I guess so."
Hajime notices your emotional distance, so he decides to close the physical distance before speaking.
"Are you upset because I got along with your father?"
You glance sideways at him before averting your gaze, but you don't reach to pull away because he grabs your arm.
"I'm not upset that you got along with him," you reply, your voice low. "But don't be so complacent, sometimes he just likes to annoy."
His gaze turns inquisitive as he begins to grin annoyingly. 
"Sure, I'll pretend you were annoyed by that and not that I was a while competing against him" he pulls you closer to his body as he speaks. "I remind you that every time you go to my house you stay talking for hours with my mom."
"It's different" you reply quickly.
Iwaizumi laughs closing the distance with a hug. As you still refuse to look at him, he deposits small kisses on your temple before releasing you again.
"The important thing is that we get along, I thought he'd want to kick my ass just to exist and be with you."
You smile, making an effort not to let out a giggle. Hajime realizes.
Making you laugh will always be his best victory.
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sunfish-studies · 1 year
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Small Talk
✄・・・ Crisp Leaves [Aoba Johsai Manager Series]
➜ Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Manager! Reader
➜ Warning: none
➜ Notes: Manager in this story will be portrayed as a girl. She will be tall, around 170.5 cm.
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↷ SUMMARY ↶
Yes, they were wondering about your almost nonexistent love live.
“Hey, [Nickname]-chan, I’ve been thinking about this really hard,” Oikawa drawled after swallowing his favorite milk bread, cheek resting on top of the desk.
“Knowing Oikawa is thinking hard, must be something stupid,” Hanamaki commented.
“Why did you say that so casually!?” sure enough, the slander managed to revive the captain from his slump–shooting out from his seat almost instantly.
Currently, it was lunch and the third years were hanging out at Iwaizumi and your class–pushing your desks together and pulled up a few chairs to accommodate five people at the same time. While you packed your own lunch and Oikawa brought his milk bread, the rest was taking a short journey to the cafeteria for food.
“I couldn’t help but agree,” Matsukawa added, hurting the boy’s pride even further.
“[Nickname]-chan!” of course, the best way for him to be out of this misery is to call out for your help.
“What is it?” you decided to indulge him this time because the captain seemed to be invested in this certain topic each minute passed.
Oikawa pointed at you before moving to gesture Hanamaki, Matsukawa, and Iwaizumi along with him including. “You are surrounded by boys.”
Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you answered nonetheless. “…I can see that.”
“A lot of boys for more than three years!”
“Well, I am the manager of the boys’ volley club if you forget.”
“What are you on about?” Iwaizumi deadpanned, not liking how this certain topic stretched out–the ‘ridiculous alarm’ in the back of his head was ringing, signaling that indeed this conversation went from least normal to weird in an alarming rate.
“Don’t you see, Iwa-chan!?” Oikawa gasped dramatically, pointing towards you in earnest. “[Nickname]-chan is surrounded by boys for more than three years! You bound to like some at some point! Why have I never heard about this!? I thought I’m your best friend!”
There’s a pregnant silence before Hanamaki broke it by remarking, “You really are a moron.”
Oikawa pressed a hand upon his chest, faking as if an arrow just stabbed through his heart–not believing this sort of betrayal. “I’m hurt Makki!”
“But he does have a point,” Matsukawa, with his saving grace, decided to take this into his account for once. He looked at you for a moment and hummed. “I mean, everyone has been through that phase somehow. Wanna share?”
“Thank you for making my point valid!” Oikawa harrumphed in triumph, which earned him a disgusted gaze from Iwaizumi.
You sighed in resignation, finally getting into conclusion. “To put it simple, you want to know about my nonexistent love life?”
“I’ve seen you getting confessed to by a senior so it’s not really nonexistent.” Hanamaki commented, pulling up a lazy smirk as he rested his chin on his palm–successfully dragged out another resigned sigh. And how did he even know that was beyond you.
“Well, what do you want to know?”
“Did you have a crush on someone during middle school!?” Oikawa exclaimed–the ruckus he caused managed to gather pairs of curious eyes diverting their gaze towards their table, and received a heartful smack on the back of his head courtesy of Iwaizumi.
“I did.” Your quick answer without a hint of hesitation made the four taken aback–definitely not expecting it. They were more ready with lots of stutter, reluctancy to reply, and flaming red engulfing your face as you confessed to them–the usual routine if someone ever dug other’s deepest secret.
“That was fast,” Matsukawa remarked, shoulders eased up a little. True, even though you’re practically under the spotlight of sudden interrogation you didn’t feel the need to be nervous or flustered–which kind of intimidated them a bit. Contrast to it, they were actually the ones who were tense with whatever answer you had in store–maybe this is what you called an anticipation.
They would declare themselves a hypocrite if not once they thought of you as someone who’s not attractive–considering you were getting attentions from others especially during official matches. They’re the opposite gender so of course they took it to their mind at some moment.
“So, who is it?” Hanamaki asked, rising a brow.
“Tooru.”
“…Please tell me you’re joking.” If short-circuiting is capable to happen in one’s brain, then Iwaizumi had that undoubtedly. You? Had a crush on Oikawa during middle school? At this moment, snowing in tropical regions would likely be more possible than your statement. Even Hanamaki and Matsukawa found themselves rendered speechless by your revelation.
“Sadly not,” all of his hope was crushed in an instant. You then directed a bored stare towards the said mentioned person. “To be honest, I’m questioning myself too. Do my taste really stooped that low?”
“Y-You’re mean, [Nickname]-chan!” Oikawa protested. “But it’s nice knowing my charms works on you!”
“Thank goodness you’ve opened your eyes for the truth, [First Name],” Matsukawa sighed in relief, incurring another series of protests from the brunette and a satisfied firm nod from Hanamaki.
“I’m assuming you’re not currently?” the pink-haired boy added which earned him a nod.
“I’m over it, it’s an old story after all,” You took a short second for swallowing before continuing, smiling playfully. “Knowing he’s vowed his unending loyalty to volleyball, I know when to back off.”
“You are a good person,” Hanamaki hummed in understanding. It’s difficult to recover from heartbreak or backing down from a certain feelings, you managed to do that for Oikawa earn another respect point from him. You thought of the brunette thoroughly unlike the girls he’s been with, you respect and fully support him instead of telling him to tone down his ambitions for aiming higher in volleyball.
“That, I can agree.” Unexpectedly, it came from the mentioned captain. His playfulness vanished as he moved to rested his chin on top of the desk. There’s solemn reflected on his eyes which you couldn’t quite decipher; was it guilt?
“If you’re thinking on apologizing then don’t,” Stating firmly, you placed your chopsticks down to emphasized. Because there’s nothing for him to apologize. Not with things which wasn’t in his control to begin with. “I can’t choose to who to like, and it’s my own decision anyway. If I felt hurt, it’s on me. You’re not responsible for any of it, Tooru. Besides, either it’s romantic or not, I still love you.”
People would take it as cringe worthy or too dramatic in modern era such as currently. However, that’s how feelings worked; sometimes extremely hard to put into words, sometimes it didn’t even need to be vocalized. Your words held honesty–no matter what, you cared for Tooru, Hajime, and the others immensely.
“[Nickname]-channn!!” As usual, there’s fake waterworks involved as soon as Oikawa successfully comprehended. As usual, he bolted from his seat to threw himself on you. Though, you keep it to yourself when you took a notice on how his hug was firmer than the usual playful ones.
Then there were more hands joining in; one settled on your head, one resting on your shoulder, and a little finger intertwined itself with yours. It was quite a sight to see, but you couldn’t care less.
You love your boys.
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lujingheswife · 6 months
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i’ll find you, you’ll find me.
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summary: you found yourself in the world of haikyuu, and spent time with your favourite character.
featuring: your favourite character!
word count: 1536
cw: gn!reader, you teleported into the world of haikyuu, happy ending, angsty in between but i’m a fluff writer so dont worry, intentional lowercase, not proofread
author’s notes: wrote this in june 2020 !! found it in my drafts so might as well publish it hehe
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it hadn't been long since you found yourself in another dimension — the haikyuu dimension. it felt like a dream to you, yet whatever you did you just wouldn't wake up.
was it really real? you thought to yourself, pacing around your fictional room not missing the sight of your uniform in front of you.
every haikyuu fan has a favourite character, just like you. you were indeed surprised at the sight of the uniform of your favourite school hanging neatly against the wall. sighing, you had no choice but to wear your uniform and head to school.
you realized your character was simply an average student in the school, so you need not to care about your popularity or loneliness. you were curious as it seemed to be your first day of school since it was the start of a new school year. since you're a first year, you didn't have to worry about friends.
yet your curiosity overwhelmed you and your legs automatically found their way towards the school's volleyball gym. before you could process your head, a familiar voice called out to you, “hello there.”
your head snapped up as your gaze met a pair of familiar eyes, one you had always admired his appearance on screen. it felt like a dream, realizing your favourite character actually talking to you — in front of you — in your favourite anime dimension. or was it really a dream...?
“hello?”
you flinched, shaking your head furiously before stuttering a reply, “h-hello! i'm sorry — u-uhm, is it okay if i apply as a team manager?”
again, you totally did not think twice before uttering that sentence.
he stared at you with curiosity, his gaze not breaking away from yours. after an unexpected staring competition, he smiled. “sure — i'll get the form immediately,” he replied. afterwards he lead you into the gym, showing you around on the way to fetch the application form introducing himself at the same time.
‘of course i know who you are,’ you thought to yourself. your eyes never left his figure, admiring his profile. for the nth time, you felt like it was a dream
he looked much more attractive up close.
☾ ⋆ * ・ ゚: ⋆ * ・ ゚: ✧ * ⋆. *: ・ ゚ ✧ .: ⋆ * ・ ゚: .⋆ ☾
what seemed like weeks passed by and you were still in the same dimension, not once waking up to reality. the topic of being in a dream that once worried you seemed to have been forgotten by you, as if you truly belonged in the dimension you found yourself into. slowly, your relationship with him developed further and you became a pair.
you once looked at him for being so good looking, a personality that you loved, born with talent and bonus point for being your favourite fictional character. now looking at the sleeping boyfriend in front of you with his head rested on his crossed arms, you brought out a hand as you reached out, gently grazing his cheek with the back of your index finger.
you loved everything about him.
“if i were from a different dimension, how would you react?” you asked in a whisper, careful not to stir him awake. you looked around your surroundings, the quiet library where your boyfriend would accompany you study once every week; the scenery through the tinted windows with the muffled sounds of pouring rain cutting the usual silence; and the man you wished had not been a fictional character sleeping with inaudible snores, including the visible bags under his eyes from practicing.
there were very few students today, as they quietly studied for the upcoming finals. months had passed since you found yourself in the dimension away from reality, you never once returned and you had nearly forgotten about it.
“i don't want to wake up from this — if only you weren't fictional, and if only we were meant to be together in the same world,” you whispered as a cracked sob escaped from your lips that couldn't help but quiver at the memories you had with him.
looking at how peaceful your boyfriend looked, you had to smile as a tear managed to escape. you softly called out to his name, the name you wished you could call forever, adding an “i love you” to finish the sentence.
at the end of the day, he couldn't get your words out of his head. he heard everything, and he wanted to talk to you about it.
he never wanted to lose you either.
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tomorrow marked one year since you arrived in the fictional dimension. you were currently in his room, relaxing on his bed as he did his homework. was it the right time to talk about it? you pondered. it was rare for you to be quiet in times like this, and he probably figured out what you were thinking.
“when did you arrive here?” he asked, snapping you out of your endless thoughts leaving you in confusion.
“what do you mean?” you replied, “didn't you invite me here this morning?”
he brought his eyes to gaze into yours. “i mean, this dimension — the one you said fictional.”
his words caught you by surprise, making you wonder when did he found out. “how did you—”
“i'm sorry,” he replied, “i overheard you mentioning it that day in the library..”
it was when you finally realized — tomorrow would mark one year since you found yourself in the haikyuu dimension. now thinking about it, anxiety slowly rised into your head.
what if tonight would mark the last night for you to spend your time here?
your shaky pupils met his worrying ones. “are you okay?” he asked worriedly, rising from his seat to approach your trembling figure. you couldn't help but watch as his arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer to him in an embrace. the tears wanting to escape began pouring out, dripping from your cheeks as they fell between him and you.
‘i don't want to leave.’
‘please don't leave.’
you didn't know how long had it been since you stayed in the same position, holding each other close. with a shaky breath, you began explaining everything; how you found yourself in the dimension and the world you originally belonged — the reality you had to face.
“maybe this would be the last day for me to be here,” you whispered.
he stayed quiet the whole time, not knowing what to say after hearing your explanations. he tried to process your words one by one, wanting to believe such a miracle exist for him and you.
he held you tighter in his arms as he called out to your name, repeating them before finding his tears overflowing as they streamed down his cheeks.
“i promise you,” he began, “i promise you, that i'll find you in our next life. i may be a fictional character in your world, and you will disappear from my world one day, but that won't change a thing. i love you, i love you and i love you —”
he pulled away from you, allowing some space in between as he cupped your face. slowly and gently, he tilted your face up to face him. he could only stare into your glassy eyes, still glistening from the tears. “i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.”
you smiled. “i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.” you repeated his words as your pinkies intertwined into a pinky promise.
you spent your night in his arms, talking about the possible future you might have in your next life, and recalling the memories you shared with him in his world.
the next morning, you were gone in his arms — as if you never existed in first place.
☾ ⋆ * ・ ゚: ⋆ * ・ ゚: ✧ * ⋆. *: ・ ゚ ✧ .: ⋆ * ・ ゚: .⋆ ☾
as you tried to chase after your pet, it stopped right in front of a stranger as it clung onto him lovingly. “i-i'm sorry! i hope it doesn't cause you any trouble,” you panted, stopping next to it as you bowed deeply in front of the stranger who didn't utter a word.
“s-sir?” you called out, confused at his silence. you stood straight as you met the gaze of the familiar looking stranger who stared at you with wide eyes.
as if everything crashed upon you, you stared at him in surprise, your heart aching at the lingering familiarity upon your first meeting.
‘i found you.’
you had never met him before, yet why were you crying?
you both began to walk together as you exchanged greetings and numbers, your pet leading the way towards where it wanna be. what was important, though, was that you both recalled a certain memory from a previous life.
“i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.”
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👑Being Seijoh's Manager 👑
Manager Having a Crush on Kyotani
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Kyotani Kentaro featuring Seijoh x GN manager
Warnings: mentions of unwanted attention, otherwise fluff
An: This is an Anon request!
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Oof YN- when you go all in 👀
You go ALL IN
Not that I'm complaining ✋🏻
Because Seijoh's sweet manager having a crush on Kyotani is so incredibly sweet 😍
The first time you see him, it's instant attraction
I mean, he's dark and brooding so I totally get it
The problem is, he doesn't seem to notice you 😔
I mean, he kind of naturally keeps to himself so like it's not a shock
But I mean, your stunning! Who wouldn't notice you?
Apparently not Kyotani 😒
Men istg-
You are naturally pretty quiet and reserved
I mean, honestly it's what this teams needs
A calm to balance out the Oikawa if you will 💅🏼
You are great at your job, the boys absolutely adore you 🥺 and you are absolutely amazing 👏🏻
But unfortunately, Kyotani doesn't seem to notice that
You try literally everything to get this man's attention
Handing him a water bottle and saying things like "that was a great cut shot"- you 🤗
Kyotani 👉🏻😐 nods and then walks 🚶‍♂️ away
You gave all and got nothing in return 👏🏻
Ok, let's try something else!
Maybe sitting next to him during team meetings will work?
Unfortunately the minute you sit down, the man moves 😑 and Oikawa slides in 🙄
"Yn-chan, you saved me a seat"- Oikawa being Oikawa
"Yep"- you 😐
You are seriously starting to take these "rejections" personally
Unbeknownst to you 👀 the man known as "maddog" very much as a thing for you
And you make him 🌠nervous🌠
So he limits his proximity to you and his interactions with you
You are quiet, sweet and so dang good looking!
And Oikawa sitting so close to you makes his blood boil 😡
Yet he says nothing 😶
And you keep trying
If we believe it, we can achieve it right YN?
So we keep going for the gusto!
You try talking to him during breaks 👉🏻 fail, he just walks away
You try offering your assistance during practice 👉🏻 oikawa snatches you up
You try giving him a water bottle and praying you make eye contact 👉🏻 mans grabs the bottle while looking at the floor 😑
Ok ok enough of this
If he doesn't want us then fine 😤
Unfortunately we all know crushes don't work like that 😕
However 👀 unbeknownst to you
All our sweet Kyotani needed was a little push to make his move 😏
🙌🏻Interhighs 🙌🏻
It's inbetween matches and you are refilling water bottles
It's a busy place these interhigh tournaments and you are bound to find some shady characters
You are screwing the last top on a water bottle when suddenly you are bombarded by 2 players from another team
"Hey there cutie"- the gross one says
"I heard Seijoh has a good looking manager but you are definitely a step up from good looking"- the sleazy one says
Being reserved and quiet, you blush profusely
Our sweet baby 🥺
"Hey why don't you let us help you carry these heavy bottles back?"- the gross on says
"Yeah we'd love to get to know Seijoh's Manager a little more"- sleaze ball adds
"Umm no that's ok- I've got it"- you, grabbing the handles on the crates
"We insist"- the sleazy one says grabbing your hand
"Really I'm ok"- you
"Hey 😡 assholes-" a booming voice says from behind you
✋🏻 first off, hot 😏
Second off, Kyotani? 🤨
Kyotani comes up from behind the guys, pushing them off you, grabbing the crate and your hand , pulling you away
"Did they hurt you?"- he asks, eyes straight ahead and burning with vengeance
"No im ok. Thank you"- you
You see a little smile appear 😃
"It's no problem YN"- he says, leading you the to gym
When you enter, Iwaizumi's senses tingle
"Whats wrong? What happened?"- Iwa
"Some guys were just messing with YN, I handled it"- he says, putting the crates down and lacing his fingers with yours
LACING as in intertwined 😫
"YN-CHAN ARE YOU OK?"- Oikawa, running up to you
Pls Kyotani growls at him 🤣
"I'm fine Oikawa"- you halting the madness
The match is about to start when Kyotani looks at you
"Sit on the bus with me when we leave ok?"- Kyo, giving zero facial expressions
"Ok"- you 🙂
Please the man smiles again fhcuxjdjdjfjsb I'm melting 😭😭😭
Thus begins the ship known as KyoYN 🥰
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𝕚 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕠𝕝 | 009.
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[name] was the last of his team to step off the bus. he was more tense than usual. probably something to do with the devastating memories that came with facing inarizaki again.
apart of the first years, they all remembered the loss they had suffered after facing the black and white team last year. they had been lucky enough that itachiyama had knocked inarizaki off in the semi-finals in their second nationals, meaning they hadn't faced them since.
it was [name]'s first loss, something that stuck with him every time he played. he could never quite shake the heartache he felt. but it was just a practice match, he needed to remind himself. they had won nationals, surely they could handle a practice match with the team that placed lower than them. 
that's right, they were ranked lower than them. [name] couldn't wait to see the look on miya atsumu's face when he mentioned it. the setter needed to be taken down a peg or two. 
omoikane raised an eyebrow at the libero, already sensing something was brewing in his mind. "hirabayashi-kun, behave. inarizaki has been kind enough to allow us to train with them" 
[name] scowled, offended, "i wasn't going to do anything!" 
"we all know what you look like when you're planning something" yuuma slapped him on the shoulder, causing him to trip with the force of the hit. the h/c haired boy merely sent him a glare, shuffling over to his second year counterparts instead.
as they entered the gym inarizaki had already completed their set up, nets ready to go and drills in action. [name] knew it was purposeful, attempting to show off their skills and intimidate takumashii upon arrival. the second and third years remained unfazed, aware of inarizaki's skill levels and playing styles already. 
the first years on the other hand were practically shaking like leaves. they looked ready to float away. 
"cheer up!" susumu smirked at the pale look on their faces, amused by their fear. [name] sent him a small glare, remembering the shear panic on jun and yuichi's faces the minute they had shown up to their first tournament last year. it was hard to ignore the first time nerves and they could greatly impact the course of a match.
luckily for them, it wasn't a match they needed to worry about. just their reputation as seiichi had so kindly announced on the bus. [name] scowled at the third year boy, he was always stirring up trouble. 
[name] followed along behind kousei, heading towards kita shinsuke and ojiro aran to greet them as captains. the older boy beside him bowed first, shaking hands with kita. [name] did the same with aran.
"thank you for having us" kousei spoke up first. "it's good to have another team to practice with" 
"yes, it will be beneficial for us too" kita nodded, a small smile on his face.
"they're like robots" aran blanched, both he and [name] merely watched them interact. 
[name] snorted, covering his mouth to hide his amusement as kousei side-eyed him. it was a silent threat. behave.
aran held back his own smile at the vice-captain's outburst. he was glad they weren't stuck up like atsumu had tried to tell them. sure, they had played against each other last year but they hadn't properly interacted before. 
hopefully, this would be fun as well as beneficial. 
this is was painful. [name] glared as he rubbed his raw arms. atsumu had been pelting him with serves for the past 10 mins, non-stop. he had yet to miss one receive but and it was starting to get on both of their nerves. the blonde setter grit his teeth, eye twitching in annoyance.
"you're never going to win whatever stupid challenge is in your head" suna remarked, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at the smack that resounded when atsumu served yet another ball towards the libero. seiichi had been the one to suggest he and atsumu work together for their warm ups to put aside whatever rivalry they had going on. they had competed through every step. 
the takumashii ace, the traitor, was currently laughing his ass off on the other side of the gym, leaning on kousei to stand up straight as he watched the pair miserably play. 
osamu and suna finally reached out to stop atsumu's next move, dragging him away to join everyone else in picking teams for their practice match. they were going to have two matches at once so that all players could play on court. 
[name], seeing this, finally dropped to the floor in relief. yuuma held a hand out, biting back an amused grin. 
"come on, we shouldn't keep taicho waiting" [name] nodded along in agreement, following the older boy to the group despite his body's reluctance.
"cheer up, heiwa-kun" jun and yuichi flagged him as they approached, easily ready to tease him all day. he groaned internally, slumping his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ignore them. 
"hirabayashi-senpai?" his saviour, the h/c haired boy's head snapped up immediately, expression glowing at the sight of ikehara tomio.    
"yes, ikehara-kun?" he immediately shoved jun and yuichi to the side, suddenly full of energy as he hopped over, dragging the first year boy to the other side of the group. 
"are we playing in different teams or as our normal team?" he questioned, unaware of his senpai's weird behaviour. 
"i think we're playing in our regular team. why? you don't want to?" he hummed, raising an eyebrow at the shy boy. despite still being taller than his upperclassman, the boy cowered at the question, quickly taking it the wrong way.
"no, no! it's not that i'm complaining-" [name] laughed, stunning the boy again. he should probably be used to his smile now, after all, it was usually sent in the first year's direction. [name] pat his shoulder, trying to get him to release some tension.
"don't be so nervous, i'm not going to scold you" his eyes shone with amusement, "we can ask to switch it up, we're going to be playing a lot of matches today so it's fine"
"oh.. okay" tomio nodded slowly. "i wanted to.. i want to play with you, senpai"
[name] froze. his eyes widened slightly, blankly staring at the boy. tomio paused too, now unsure what he had said to warrant such a reaction. he blinked owlishly at [name], silently freaking out. they hadn't even known each other that long, was he being weird? did [name] want to be left alone? was that a weird request-
"oh" [name] slowly smiled, shyly chewing on his lip to stop the grin from widening. "well, i hope we can play together too, ikehara-kun"
the first year boy stood, stunned for a moment before also breaking out into a smile. neither had the chance to say anything, however, as omoikane and kurosu norimune, inarizaki's coach, called for everyone's attention.
"we're going to start with a few sets before our practice match later today. we'll be switching the team members every set so that everyone has a turn to play" kurosu begun to explain, the boys all nodding along to show they were listening. most of the boys were familiar with the way in which things were going to run.
they were quick to split themselves evenly, randomly assigning groups so that they could get on with the matches for the day. after all, they were all eager to get started.
the whistle blew as they the first group moved into position, officially starting the day.
[name] wiped sweat from his brow as they finished yet another set. it had been a couple hours since they started and he was beginning to feel the fatigue. he plopped down to the floor, gulping down his water, frowning when his bottle was empty. he sighed, eyeing the door and deciding whether or not it was worth moving.
a hand appeared in his vision as he glanced back up. his eyes meant miya osamu's, the grey haired twin expectantly raising an eyebrow at him. he held his own water bottle in hand, suna rintarou hovering behind him as they waited. he stared at them in confusion, taking the hand offered anyways and allowing himself to be pulled to his feet.
"thanks" he softly uttered, moving towards the door to find a tap to refill his bottle with. the pair followed behind. 
"ya read the court really well" osamu begun the conversation after a few seconds of silence. [name] glanced to his side, briefly squinting his eyes to see whether or not the inarizaki player was being genuine. 
he hummed softly, acknowledging the statement. "i like to strategise" he shrugged it off, turning left at the door only to be met with suna standing in front of him.
"taps that way" suna pointed in the other direction, a small amused smile tugging on his lips. [name] felt his face heat up in embarrassment, turning around swiftly and speed walking past them. the pair barely restrained their grins, trailing after him.
"hey, heiwa-kun-" suna went to speak only to be cut off by the said boy.
"it's hirabayashi" he corrected automatically, filling up his water bottle now that they reached the tap. osamu and suna shared a look.
"hirabayashi-kun" he shrugged, "are you always this cold?" 
"cold?" he glanced up at him, confused. was he referring to his behaviour? or his tone? had he already ruined any chance of the inarizaki team members liking him? or was it just because he didn't like miya astumu's behaviour?
"stiff?" osamu frowned, trying to think of a better word and scratching his head in thought. "stand-offish, maybe?"
[name] felt horrified, it was like middle school all over again! "what? where did you get that idea? are people talking about me?"
"i guess? you're kinda.. scary" suna thought for a moment before deciding on another word that only sent another pang through the boy. 
"scary?" he felt himself wither away, soul leaving his body. "is that why people won't approach me?"
osamu snorted, "you're a really good player, most people find that intimidating. just look at atsumu" 
"atsumu's a dick, though" suna deadpanned, "nobody wants to approach him 'cause he's rude"
[name] nodded, agreeing "he's mean" he paused for a second, screwing the lid on his bottle tight. "do i come off as mean?"
"i don't think so, just unapproachable" osamu lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug, unbothered. "hey, where d'ya go to middle school?" 
"shiratorizawa middle school, why?"
"how come you didn't go there for high school then?" suna laid an arm on [name]'s head, leaning his weight onto the shorter boy. he huffed, sinking a little with the added weight.
"we moved to osaka so i had to change schools" he shrugged as best he could, unaffected by the change now. they moved back inside, ready to start the final match of the day. 
"but you trained with top level players, right?" osamu continued his earlier thought, eyes seemingly digging into [name]'s figure. they were analysing despite the calm, light-hearted nature of the conversation. they were open to being friends but right now they knew in the backs of their minds that they would be enemies on court the minute the whistle blew in a competition. they had already felt the effects of it once.
"sure" [name] nodded, blinking slowly in befuddlement. what was the point of that question? he was obviously searching for a specific answer. "and i'm training with top level players now. what difference does it make?"
osamu merely stared at him for a moment longer in a brief silence before he and suna split from his side to head back to their team. 
weird. [name] frowned slightly. 
"-and then turnip-head was all geh!” hinata’s rambles were always weird, an experience [name] always looked forward to. he always brightened up his day. this time he was going on about his recent practice match with aoba johsai and karasuno's victory over miyagi prefecture's top 4 team.
from his description of the events that had happened, [name] found it easy to assume that most of seijoh's power relied on their setter, oikawa tooru. he hadn't seen much of the male after he graduated middle school but he had heard word of wakatoshi's constant taunts (not that he knew he was taunting or of the effect it had on oikawa).
”i’m a little surprised you won” hinata’s indignant screech made him immediately rethink his wording. “i mean that aoba johsai is one of the best in the miyagi prefecture for a reason. to win in your first match against them.. you did a good job even if it was a practice match”
the line was silent for a moment, a little awkward. hinata breathing quickened slightly through the speaker before he was bursting with energy once again. “anyways! we've got a new player too now, nish-nishi-nishiya i don't know how to say it but he's a libero like you!" 
[name] smiled, ready to tease him. "don't move on, i haven't replaced you"
"aH! i'm not replacing you!" hinata whined. "i can't even say his name! besides, you'll always be my first libero and i'm not going to stop until we beat you!"
this time the silence was a quiet acknowledgement of how far the pair had come since they first met. while [name] had always had an obvious talent for the sport, hinata was a little more clumsy. they complimented each other perfectly, hinata with his innate physical abilities and [name] with his technique. they would make a powerful team one day.
but first, they needed to battle it out on court, after all, they had to see who would win. 
bonus!!
"we'll need to get karasuno's guardian deity back" daichi hit his fist against his hand, determined look on his face as the team turned to exit aoba johsai again, brushing off the interruption from oikawa. they were proud of their efforts and the win in the practice match but they knew they had an incomplete team just yet.
"guardian deity?" hinata's face lit up, beaming at the sound of the cool name.
"our libero" tanaka grinned, laughing loudly at the thought of nishinoya returning. "his suspension should almost be over by now" 
"libero?" the team turned to the orange-haired first year, ready to explain what a libero is until he continued. "the libero always gets a cool name. like heiwa-kun!" 
"you know of heiwa-kun?" kageyama was the first to question him, remembering the times he played against [name] not too long ago. they hadn't expected hinata to know of anyone other than the little giant, especially seeing as he did have a wide range of knowledge in the sport, only really interested in being the ace.
"he's my best friend!" hinata grinned proudly, thumb pointing to his chest in a victorious stance. "he goes to a school in osaka now though.."
"your best friend..?" the team stared dumbfounded, minds blanking out as hinata continued on a tangent, admiration for hirabayashi [name] obvious in the way he spoke.
"yeah! we're gonna go to nationals and play him!" while the sentiment was nice, daichi and sugawara couldn't help but sweatdrop, sharing a look. they were not on a national level just yet.
"one day.. i'm gonna beat him!" hinata's eyes narrowed in determination, grin wide with excitement.
one day..
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a/n: ughhh i keep struggling with continuing! hopefully this is good. i'm very busy with uni work at the moment so updates are gonna take a while :(((
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tsxkkis · 8 months
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# iwaizumi hajime - won't let go
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a/n = i'm not the best at writing hurt/comfort type of stuff, but i hope this piece is alright ^^ also we love iwaizumi on this acc sm he's the man fr.
summary = after an argument, iwaizumi needs to apologize.
warnings = one swear word, argument, idk what else.
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the sound of rain hitting the ground came from behind your window, being the only thing disrupting the silence inside. the storm was getting heavier with each passing hour, taking you and many others by surprise, since the last few weeks have all been sunny and warm. luckily you didn't go outside today; or the day before, or two days before, or ever since the argument.
the last thing you expected, in this type of weather especially, was to hear a knock on the door. you didn't order anything, and your parents were supposed to come back from their trip on sunday. so who could it possibly be?
you slowly opened the door only to be met with the tall, dark-haired boy, his clothes soaking wet from the rain, hair sticking to his forehead.
iwaizumi.
"what are you doing her-"
your words were quickly cut off by the boy, his eyes locked on the ground in front of him before his head went up, his focus now on your face.
"i'm sorry."
you were used to the fact that iwaizumi didn't show much emotion on his face, but you also knew one other thing. his eyes would always tell the truth. and right now, as you stared into them, you were positive about how genuine his words were.
"iwa, we can't go on like this if you don't trust me."
he knew you were right. after all, that was the most crucial part of a relationship; trusting one another wholeheartedly. and iwaizumi trusted you, there was no doubt of that. but something was different that day.
maybe it was the fact that he was mad after losing the match. maybe it was how jealous he was at the smile you gave to the karasuno members, how you celebrated with them after they won. but all of those things just rubbed him the wrong way.
he knew that you were their manager, but you were also his girlfriend. and something made him feel betrayed that day.
"maybe we shouldn't continue this, then."
his words felt like a knife going right through your heart. you could feel your eyes getting watery the very moment they left iwaizumi's mouth. as you looked down, trying to hold back the tears as well as thinking of what you should say back to him, you heard kiyoko, one of your fellow managers, calling you from the other side of the hall, since there was a team meeting before the next game.
you turned around and left, without a word, wiping away the single tear that managed to slip and roll down your cheek, assuring your friends that yes, everything is okay.
oh, what a lie that was.
you didn't see him since last week. in the meantime, karasuno managed to win the final and secure their place in nationals, and as happy as you were for your team, you couldn't help but shake the sadness away after what happened between you and iwaizumi.
"come inside. you're gonna catch a cold." a deep sigh left your lips as you gestured for him to enter the house, closing the door behind him. you quickly turned around heading towards the bathroom. "you're soaking wet. i'll grab you a towel."
"please, listen to me first." iwaizumi's voice sounded desperate as it echoed from behind you, his hand reaching out to gently grab you by the arm.
"not until i'm sure you won't get sick." you looked at him for a spare second, and he decided not to stop you. he waited patiently in the hallway, reaching out to take the towel you handed him the moment you stepped out of the bathroom, along with a hoodie and pants for him to change into.
his hoodie and his pants. ones that he left in your house on purpose, ones you always used as pajamas when the nights got cold.
as you stood there in silence, watching iwaizumi dry his hair, you couldn't help but realize how awkward it all felt. it was never this way between you two; you could spend hours without speaking, just spending quality time with each other and it just felt right. but now, after the argument it was different. and you didn't enjoy that at all.
"i'm sorry. about what i said after the game." he took a deep breath, looking up at you, his words disrupting the silence. "i was just, jealous. and mad. i was mad after losing that match, and it made me even more furious to see that you were so, happy."
you didn't bother to interrupt him, letting him explain everything.
"i know you're their manager, and you felt happy your team won. i completely understand that. it would be weird if you weren't cheering them on. i just couldn't help but feel bad." his eyes were glued to the floor, the overwhelming feeling of shame taking over him. "i know that i fucked up, really badly, and there's nothing to excuse what i said that day." iwaizumi could feel the tears starting to form, but he did his best not to let them spill, a shaky breath escaping his lips. "i just need you to know that- that i don't feel that way. i don't think we shouldn't continue this thing that we have. because i love you. i love you too much to lose you like this, to lose you because of my stupid actions."
your eyes widened at his words. there it was.
the first time he ever said those words.
you took a step towards him, your hand reaching out to gently lay down on his cheek, a small yet warm and gentle smile gracing your face.
"it's okay, hajime." your words sounded so soothing to him, you're voice calming and soft, even though millions of emotions were going through you that moment. "i accept your apology. i just couldn't help but feel hurt by your words that day, you know. i think it's quite understandable."
he looked up at you, nodding in response, as his hand instinctively went up to yours, thumb trailing little circles on the outer part of it.
"and, one more thing." he had a questioning look on his face, his head tilted to the side as he heard your words, your body moving just a little bit closer to him. "i love you too."
a shy smile appeared on his face, his fingers interlocked with yours as you stared at each other, both happy inside that this situation was over with.
"it's still raining. you can stay here until it stops, if you want."
iwaizumi squeezed your hand, his smile noticeably growing as he heard it.
"i would love to."
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airbendertendou · 3 months
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CHAI’S WRAPPED! ♥︎
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[ everything that’s been posted so far! ]
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xnchxntmxnt · 1 year
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Iris
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Character: Oikawa Tooru
Warnings: fluffy fluff. v short. listen to this while you read <3
Notes: hi @kage7ama i wrote this very quickly but this is my very quickly done attempt to remind u i love you /p also small note to the angel that is @kodzukoi thank you for helping my inability to make decisions
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“Dearest?”
You slowly picked your head up from the rather comfortable pillows, having just woken from a nap. You picked your head up and saw the silhouette of your boyfriend in the doorway. 
“You’re home,” you said, attempting to sit up sleepily. “Hi, baby…”
“No, no—“ Oikawa rushed in, albeit quietly, and guided you to lay down again. “Lay down, dear. I’ll join you.”
You didn’t try to resist him, still being half asleep, but you did argue. “You just got home from hanging out with your friends, I wanted to hear how the party went…”
He hushed you again, slipping off his jacket and hanging it on the closet door knob. “Don’t worry about it, (Y/N), we can talk later.” 
You sighed, but knew there’s no point in further arguing. He changed out of his button-down and dress pants and into more comfortable clothes, finding his place behind you. 
“So you had fun with Iwaizumi and your other friends?”
He smiled and nodded, leaving a gentle trail of kisses down your jaw & neck. “I did,” he muttered. “Go back to sleep. I can fill you in later.”
You buried yourself deeper into the blankets, feeling much more comfortable and safe with him holding you. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck and heavy arm around your waist, holding you close to him. His entire being enveloped you and you couldn’t be happier. 
“Hey ‘ru?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Love you.”
You could feel him smile against your neck. “Love you too. Now stop talking and go to sleep.”
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vainilla-milk · 1 year
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kiss me more
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pairing: Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader
tags: a little bit suggestive ig?, fluff and not corrected
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There has never been a time when you felt more embarrassed than when you decided to rush over to Iwaizumi to congratulate him on his team's recent victory in the school volleyball tournament. 
You saw him walk past you after school, you felt so happy for him, needless to say his energy brimming with joy and victory could infect anyone nearby.
You just wanted to hug him while your mouth was spilling congratulations, but the emotion and euphoria clouded you and the first thing you did after falling into his arms was to kiss him. 
It was only a few seconds, a few in which you momentarily felt that everything stopped around you, but when you were aware of what you did, that stop of time only became a moment of hellish embarrassment.
Iwaizumi was staring at you in shock, not understanding what had just happened, you couldn't bear his look of confusion. 
You apologized, or so you tried. You only stammered apologies and your face reddened, there was an unbearable heat in your cheeks and you just wanted to disappear from the face of the earth.
"I- really, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to-" you apologized again, but Iwaizumi interrupted you and his seriousness only made you feel even worse. 
"I'll see you tomorrow."
You watched him walk away quickly, he didn't even look at you when he said goodbye. 
You cursed yourself a bunch of times on the way home, with a crestfallen look on your face and your shoulders slumped. You were hurt that you had ruined your relationship with him, that you had been reckless, that you hadn't been able to wait for the right moment to at least make him see your feelings for him. 
The look on his face when you parted was heartbreaking to remember, you just knew that when you got home you would just try to sleep to forget and possibly avoid seeing him for the rest of your days in Aoba Johsai. 
Although, possibly, it is he who will avoid you until you graduate.
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Iwaizumi's only goal was to get to a place where there were no people around, calm down and try to cool down.
He clearly didn't expect you to suddenly kiss him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, but he least expected his second head to wake up as he was enveloped by a new sensation as kissing was and the only thing he wished at the present moment is that you didn't notice, that you didn't notice it as you kept hugging him nor that you noticed it from his pants when you made a slight bow by way of apology for kissing him. 
"Fuck," he complained, because he didn't expect it to hurt either. 
In desperation, he took shelter behind a minimarket, there was no one around and the shade provided a cooling sensation. Still, it looked like it would take him a few minutes to get a grip on the situation. 
"Hajime?" he heard said and quite close, he knew that voice, he felt gazes concentrated on him.
Nerves came over him, he wanted to die of embarrassment. 
Mattsun and Makki were lying a short distance away from him with some snacks they bought at the minimarket.
And if they were there, possibly Oikawa was there too.
"What's wrong?" he heard again.
The devil himself appeared before him, holding an ice cream in his hand. 
There were no words, only silence, Iwaizumi biting his tongue not knowing what to say. The others would simply cross confused glances with him. But as always, Oikawa would be more observant.
And he wouldn't pass up this opportunity to tease him.
"But what the sh... You got it standing!!!?" he exclaimed, his laughter about to burst outrageously from his mouth.
Mattsun and Makki turned their gazes towards Iwaizumi's pants, understanding the situation and having no choice but to join in the teasing. 
"God, you're really hot."
"What mischief have you been up to?"
"Damn it, stop that, it's not standing and I'm not horny, stop it!" he interrupted them with his reddened face, but he could hardly appease the laughter of his friends. 
A few insufferable minutes of laughter, teasing and jokes regarding their embarrassing encounter passed, but at least Iwaizumi had managed to control his friend hiding in his pants. He had no excuse in mind to justify himself, because the truth was that he didn't feel sure if he should mention you. 
Though maybe it's better to say what happened than to come off as a hot piece of shit who'd senselessly gotten an erection in public. 
Reluctantly, Iwaizumi told them about how you went to hug him and how your cute, soft lips made contact with his.
"I never thought that the time would finally come to give you my advice in love, Iwa-chan" Oikawa patted his shoulder as he spoke to him full of drama, certainly, also excited to be able to explore this new side of his best friend. If Iwaizumi would let him. 
"I don't want your advice," he spat at him. "I'll apologize to her tomorrow, I don't want her to take me as if I'm depraved."
Mattsun let out a light chuckle and patted his other shoulder to convey his support.
"I don't think she'll take you for depraved, your body just liked being kissed too much."
"Stop it!" he complained, abruptly removing his hand from his shoulder. 
Anyway, his friends gave him moral support. Although that embarrassing moment of finding the star of the team suffering from an erection, they will never, ever in their lives stop making jokes about it.
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Determined to forget that awkward moment when Iwaizumi walked away from you coldly after you accidentally kissed him, you focused all your attention on the class, jotting down as much as you could in your notebook and rereading the subject book. 
A certain prince you dreamed of being with at some point was also sharing that class with you, much to your misfortune, so you did your best to ignore him, but you could sense that from the looks of it, he didn't want to ignore you. 
During the break, you quickly left the classroom accompanied by your friends, you could swear that Iwaizumi tried to approach you, but that would be cruelly delusional after what happened.
You dismissed the idea that he was going to talk to you, but that he was going to talk to someone in your direction. All day long you were sneaking around, evading the questions your friends were asking you about your strange behavior. 
On the other hand, Hajime was getting desperate for not being able to talk to you, he was sure that maybe you did notice that unfortunate erection and that it had bothered you. Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki look on amused at his frustration. 
He couldn't catch up with you that day, he couldn't catch up with you the next day, nor the one after that. 
He was falling into despair. He thought you now had a depraved image of him, he was not at all pleased to know that you might have the worst image of him right now.
He wasn't going to sit idly by about it, but catching you was difficult. 
It wasn't until he finally hit on you during an afternoon after training, you were walking home alone, he was alone too, it was a good opportunity.
"Wait!" you heard him say, you turned to look for the owner of the voice and were petrified to see that it was your now impossible love. 
You were about to slip away again, but his hand clung to your wrist.
"I want to talk to you" he tried again, his tone of voice had softened, you instinctively turned your gaze to him. His eyes, not wanting to be out of tune with his voice, softened as well when he saw your face. "Sorry."
You blinked, your brows furrowed in confusion.
"I reacted inappropriately when you kissed me, I didn't want to make that impression on you" he continued shyly. You anticipated to answer, in your chest you managed to feel a glimmer of relief and hope. 
"N-no no! It's okay, it was my fault. I acted without thinking" you lowered your gaze, your cheeks had started to blush again. "I shouldn't have kissed you like that out of the blue, I'm sorry."
Iwaizumi watched you, feeling something inside himself at seeing you so shy and cowering. 
"I mean, it didn't bother me that you did" he spoke low, your eyebrows raised in surprise and you lifted your gaze again searching for his. "I just didn't know how to react, to tell you the truth, I reacted pretty badly."
"Uhm... I see" you replied confused.
It seemed like the ice between the two of you still couldn't be broken, not until Hajime decided to change the subject.
"So... Are you walking home?" he asks you averting his gaze, he was trying not to make you uncomfortable. You answered yes, with some of the shyness that refuses to leave you. 
Hajime rests his gaze on you and smiles warmly.
"I'll walk you out."
Your eyes light up and your lips spread into a charming smile, in his eyes. 
On the way back home, you managed to progressively break the ice that hindered your interaction a while ago. Everything felt warm and pleasant, but standing at the door of your home, Iwaizumi refused to let you go so soon.
"Uhmm" he hesitates "I was wondering if you have Saturday off?"
Surprise floods you, you tell him you have nothing to do. Hajime asks you if you want to go out with him, you don't think twice and accept.
"Is it a date?" you ask before leaving. 
You notice his gaze avert and his cheeks blush, a face that apparently very few (or only you) have ever seen. 
"Yes, it's a date" he deigns to reply. But not before giving you a smile before leaving.
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The stay at the Seijoh feels light, it's been days after clearing things up with Iwaizumi. 
It's also been days after your date.
You two have become quite close during breaks after class, it seems a bit surprising for everyone to see the big ace of the volleyball team being a bit affectionate, considering the temperament that characterizes him. 
Oikawa, Mattsun and Makki don't miss the opportunity to laugh a little at him in your presence. 
"Who knew our Iwa-chan would be the first of us to fall for love" crooned Tooru clasping his best friend irritably against him.
"Says the one who has had several girlfriends and didn't know how to keep them" he replied to the teasing. 
It certainly amused you to see Hajime interacting with his friends. 
"You would have seen how worried he was after you kissed him" Makki mentioned, to your surprise, your face turned completely red.
"Did he tell you about...?" you asked dead embarrassed. 
You got an affirmative answer loaded with amusement.
"Sorry about that too" you heard Iwaizumi say. 
"I think the funniest thing was seeing how he thought you hated him because you unintentionally caused him to get an erection" Oikawa interrupted again.
Only you froze in place as you registered what he had just said. 
Your expression of confusion and silence caught their attention, causing them to shut up quickly.
"I caused what?" you managed to ask. 
You searched for Iwaizumi with your gaze, who seemed to also be confused by your reaction. The others were not far from the same reaction. 
"He didn't tell you?" asked Makki. 
You shook your head. 
All eyes fell on him, who didn't seem to know what to say. 
Soon Mattsun decided it was best to leave you two alone, so he took Oikawa and Makki away before they could say anything again. 
"I literally apologized for my reaction," he told you.
"I thought you apologized for looking at me ugly!" you replied. 
"What?!!! No, I mean, too! But mostly I thought you had noticed and I didn't want to make a 
bad impression on you!"
You both shared confused looks in silence. 
You suddenly cut the tension when you let a laugh escape your lips. Hajime just looked at you even more confused. 
"How hot you are" you tell him between laughs. 
No more seconds pass before he absorbs those giggles as well.
"Maybe I am."
He replies to you as he takes your hand and you walk together to the next class.
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Kisses with Haikyuu!! P2:
Headcannons on how kisses are with these characters <3 (btw I'm not actually going by team order I'm just doing the ones I think of first)
Haikyuu x gn!reader
Aoba Johsai Edition!!:
Tooru Oikawa:
Kisses with Oikawa are passionate. Oikawa's hands pull your hips to his own as he kisses you with the passion and love of a man who hasn't seen the love of his life in years, even if you had only been away from him for minutes. A hand cups your cheek and another on your hips as he kisses you and mutters sweet compliments to your lips. His passion is unbridled.
Hajime Iwaizumi:
Kisses with Iwaizumi are gentle. He cant help but worry that he could hurt you every time he goes to press his lips to you in any way. Hes been told he was scary: so when hes alone with you he cant help but feel the fear of you being scared of him scratch at his throat. He presses gentle kisses to your lips and knuckles, despite how aggressive and tense he may seem. He wants you to feel safe and loved in his arms.
Issei Matsukawa:
Kisses with Matsukawa are sweet. Hes so easygoing with you that whenever you two share a kiss it's a sweet reminder of your feelings for eachother. Not to mention he loves it when one or both of you wears some form of sweet lip balm. No matter your gender he finds it both cute and funny when you wear a sweetly flavored lip balm and he licks it off your lips when you kiss in a way that makes you jump a little.
Takahiro Hanamaki:
Kisses with Hanamaki are serene. He enjoys it when you both share a kiss and the world around you seems to disappear. There is a calming quality to his lips when he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead or cheeks that makes your head fuzz into bliss. He enjoys caging your shoulders in his arms and pressing kisses to your cheeks and neck in the serene bliss of the morning when you cuddle at his place.
Shigeru Yahaba:
Kisses with Yahaba are fun. He loves to suprisise you with kisses or kiss you as a way to show you off to his friends. Most kisses between the two of you end up in giggles as he holds you close by your waistline and grins are your beautiful flustered expression. He loves pressing playful kisses to your cheeks to make you giggle. It's the most beautiful sound in the world to him. He might be a bit shallow, but having you in his arms is his proudest achievement despite what hes done in volleyball.
Shinji Watari:
Kisses with Shinji are sudden. He doesn't run on a set schedule and enjoys a fun surprise, so he finds the time to surprise you with kisses too. He never goes for the lips on any of the surprise kisses, but instead for your cheeks, knuckles and neck instead. He loves giving a supportive kiss on the cheek as a gentle reminder hes there when you seem to be having a bad day and too far into your head to notice him. You always jolt a little and laugh, and that's enough for him.
Yutaro Kindaichi:
Kisses with Kindaichi are respectful. He never kisses you anywhere but your cheeks without you telling him he can or initiating it yourself. Hes never had a real relationship and hes scared to make you uncomfortable or drive you away. He does do a lot of eskimo kisses or nuzzling his head into your neck while you cuddle together on the couch at his place.
Akira Kunimi:
Kisses with Kunimi are effective. When you both share a kiss, its enough to convey whatever messages he wants to give you and bring you to a blushing mess. He really prefers eskimo kisses and little pokes on the cheeks with his fingertips as his forms of showing you affection, but when he knows you both need it his kisses are enough to bring you to your knees.
Kentaro Kyotani:
Kisses with Kyotani are firm. Kyotani isnt good with words, so he uses a firm kiss to show you he loves you when he doesn't understand what all to say. His lips linger on yours for a moment, or his face presses a little into your neck as he plants firm little kisses on you to show you he cares when he notices you having a bad day. His love language is physical touch, so he wants to make sure you can feel his touch and his affection every time.
Kaneo Yuda:
Kisses with Yuda are loving. Hes an emotional person, and loves to let you know you're loved. He doesn't care what he has to do, he finds the time to give you at least one loving kiss every single day and he has no regrets. He was moved to a flustered emotional state when you kissed him first, and now he makes sure you're that level of flustered by the end of every kiss he gives you.
Heisuke Shido:
Kisses with Shido are special. He doesn't kiss you a lot, instead choosing to show his affection with hugs and cuddles- but when he does give you kisses it makes them all the more special and memorable. The most emotional days of him being on the team, and after anything that was major for you or him: that's when kisses are shared and it makes it so, so special.
Motomu Sawauchi:
Kisses with Sawauchi are soft. He takes good care to make sure hes gentle and loving with you. You honestly have to start the first few kisses because hes nervous at first. He isnt overly emotional, but he never wants to hurt you. You're his amazing, gorgeous partner and he never wants to make you feel unsafe. He uses sweet, soft kisses to your neck and cheeks to make sure you know his love for you.
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yuunemi · 2 years
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02:06 AM ☆ IWAIZUMI HAJIME ☆
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C/W : FEM!READER
LIBRARIAN’S NOTE/S : very self-indulgent iwaizumi fic.
NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^
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Iwaizumi wakes up to pee in the middle of the night—still groggy but when he felt that your side of the bed was empty. He immediately found himself wide awake. Scanning the dark-lit room he noticed an empty chair and an opened laptop on the table. He decided to hold off looking for you and went to the bathroom first. Leaving the said room he saw you entering with a cup of iced coffee. "Oh hi, Haji." You said, sounding very tired. Walking closer to your figure "What're you doing? I thought you said you'd join me in bed hours ago?" He asked with a yawn. "Yeahh buutt I really wanted to finish his essay before sleeping." You answered while putting aside your iced coffee. "You'll have more than enough time tomorrow after a goodnight's rest." He said holding your hands, ushering you to join him in bed. "Alright, alright I'll sleep and join you in bed already." You gave in while pulling away from him to shut down your laptop and fix the desk. After doing so, you immediately jumped down into the comfy bed, and soon enough your boyfriend's strong arms were already wrapped around your waist. "Night, Y/n." He whispered, "Mm, you too, Haji." You replied while burying yourself deeper into his embrace and before you knew it, you were already sleeping.
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kairiscorner · 5 months
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listening to stephen sanchez rn
and i'm getting good ideas for kuroo x reader and oikawa x reader angst 🐈
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