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nishinoyaswife4 · 5 months

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How He Reacts to Other Men Hitting on You

Seijoh

Oikawa

He’s stepped away for a second. He hasn’t even been away for a full minute yet. But in the same fashion that you get no peace when his fans are around, he gets no peace in any other setting with you. He looks over to where he left you at the bar to find his seat occupied by another man, who by the looks of it was laying in on pretty thick. It wasn’t hard to see you leaning away the closer this man got to you. Oikawa quickly ends the conversation, and heads back to you. The closer he gets the more he can hear the shitty pickup lines coming from this man.

“So are you here with someone?”

Just as you’re about to answer you feel an arm around your shoulder. You look up to see your handsome boyfriend giving this stranger his best smile.

“Hello darling, who is this?” There is venom in his words. “My girlfriend has the habit of making friends wherever she goes.”

The stranger looks taken aback, and excuses himself shortly after. Oikawa doesn’t leave your side again that night.

Iwazumi

He’s convinced you to come to the gym with him to keep him company. He’s now fully regretting asking you as he watches a man approach you at the water fountain. He talks to you just a little too long for Iwa’s tastes. He likes to lie to himself and say he’s not the jealous type, but you know better. Especially now that you see him coming up behind the man who has been taking up your time.

“Oh! This is my boyfriend!” You tell the other man as Iwa approaches. “Maybe you could talk to him about a good place to start on your weightlifting!”

Iwa glares down at the new man, very obviously scaring him. The man lets out an awkward laugh and suddenly remembers he had to be anywhere else. Iwa decides that's enough of the gym for the day and takes you home. He wont answer you when you ask what's wrong but you don’t complain since he hasn’t stopped cuddling you.

Hanamaki

Man is panicking. He saw the guy approach you while you were shopping. He had stopped to look at something a few feet away, and now someone had swooped in on you. He stands there just staring at the two of you for a moment. Wondering if that was a real laugh or a fake one you had just given the stranger. It's not until you look at him making a face and rolling your eyes that he approaches.

“Hey baby, are you ready to go?” He approaches.

He throws a casual arm over your shoulder like he wasn’t just picturing you dumping him for this guy after a 5 minute conversation. He looks this guy up and down before greeting him like a friend all while holding your hand.

Matsukawa

You’re at a house party with him grabbing a drink when this random man approaches you. You make polite conversation trying to cut it short once you grab the drinks and head back to your boyfriend who is just lazing about on the couch. The man that was talking doesn’t seem to know how to read social cues or is just blatantly ignoring them follows you. He's still talking and you try to stay polite answering with a tight smile. You hand a drink to your friend and boyfriend before trying to take a seat still aware of the guy behind you. Before you can walk to your seat you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look back at the man in horror.

“Hey man don’t touch my girlfriend,” You look over at your boyfriend who is still lounging with a chill expression.

“This is your girlfriend?”

“Yeah man and I don’t want to repeat myself so take your hand off her yeah?” His expression doesn’t change. “Come here baby.”

You walk over to where he is and he pulls you down to sit in his lap. He doesn’t let you leave his side again that night.

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wh1sp3rr · 2 years

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𑊡˚+₊📀✦ — alone again + multiple; one shot

cw: slight fluff, very slight angst, set in a dystopian environment & gn. reader

an: i highly highly recommend you listen to chamber of reflection by mac demarco on loop as you read this just for the immersion but besides that, enjoy reading <33

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there was something so pleasant about the mere sight of him crying in front of you: because of you. an overwhelming and condescending feeling of superiority wavered over you, making you believe you had full control of the situation, that is until you realise his gaze, heavy, was now set upon your lips rather than the floor, glancing up to your eyes shamelessly.

his weakened sniffles were now warming into heaves and puffs till he utters out in the quietest of voices; “i want to kiss you, please let me.” the silence that follows the statement allows you to maintain your composure before his thumb indents into those same lips he was craving and your eyes lock, his filled with lust while yours the same.

these moments were your guilty pleasure, the knowingness between the two of you of what comes next invites all but the unknown sentiment of euphoria. you were needy for him, just as he was for you and nothing was making that change, for better or for worse.

both having the same desire, same want, same need, you kiss– so slowly that it seems you’re engulfing each other whole. his knuckles elegantly trace your jawline before grazing the cut he had given you earlier, “i’m sorry,” he breaths out, and you feel a teardrop stain your cheek, the dampness being rubbed away by [his name]’s fingertip.

your peers were never able to pinpoint your relationship. some called you enemies, some complicated, some strangers, neither of these were the correct term for whatever you had going on but while both of you understood it was wrong, there was something so addictive that made it feel so fucking right.

lyrics repeating the words; ‘alone again’ over and over only ignited the kiss, lips melding harmoniously and in tune with the bluesy melody. it was one of the few tracks that remained unscathed but had grown to become yours and his favourite. as soon as it began to play, that was the others’ cue to back off from the room because they knew, you knew, he knew, what it meant.

‘[y/n]’, he whines, ‘[y/n]’, this time needier than the last. you simply hum in response, his name running a thousand miles in your head as if it were the only thing you knew.

he breaks the kiss. forehead leaning its weight against yours, “you’ve gotten better,” he chuckles with a rosy flush, “and you worse.” he stares at you, your nose bridges connected, “yeah?” he wipes his thumb on the corner of your mouth holding the string of saliva, “you know damn well i haven’t,” he says firmly.

You pause, glance at his thumb, gaze never relaxing and kiss the tip ever so delicately, with the utmost precision as if a touch too heavy would shatter it entirely. He cowers a little but sweeps the hair on your forehead back, slick with sweat as if to prove to himself that he isn’t fazed when that was anything but true.

He brushes himself off, fixes the hair that you instinctually clawed at and asks “How do I look?” before he poses jokingly.

“Just the way I like,” you say, dragging out the final syllable of each word. He rolls his eyes, a common gesture when it comes to him, but then he turns his back and the heavy displeasure in your heart maximises making your movements sluggish and irritated.

You’ll be in front of other people now, you can’t let them know and though they’re suspecting, what with [his name]’s overprotective trait manifesting through arms over shoulders and hands on your waist, there’s still a strong uncertainty within them.

You still long for commitment, unconditionality and cherish however, something that you wish your partner wasn’t afraid of just because of past experiences and core beliefs.

He wipes his sleeve through his nose, the sticky glisten grossing you out. “Ew,” you say meaning for it to be a thought.

He gives you a smile, the one where he’s either about to playfully tease you, or caress you so lovingly.

Your speculations are confirmed with the first option when he starts chasing you with his mucus-covered sleeve, “Dickhead, stop!” you laugh out, not necessarily pleasantly since you were still wary of said sleeve.

“You’re gonna have to run faster, little [girl/boy/one].” You find a safe spot in the corner of his bed, backing up further and further when his walk becomes slower and deeper with anticipation.

The bed’s broken ridges are played with by your fingers, the feeling of randomised patches sewn in is noticeable with every new texture just as familiar as the last.

This bed carries a lot of memories, some undiscovered and some well remembered, it was also where you spent the first night sleeping after the apocalypse had just hit. No amount of description will ever do justice to the unhinged fear you felt that is still carried by you at night when the atmosphere is unrestrained with solitude and danger.

“Fuck!” His snot has now become a part of your attire. He lets out a hearty laugh only to be cut short when you spit on your hand and wipe it on his chest. “Two can play at that game,” you say, conspicuous smugness marked on your face. “Smartass…” he mumbles with a smile still present from his laugh.

A tinge of guilt stings your heart, noticing the slight pink hue of his eyes, worsening when you acknowledge you are the fault for this.

You can’t think of anything to do to comfort him only your body acts on its own when it decides to cup his face with your calloused hands, thumbs wiping away the physical sadness still evident on his face.

He flinches of course, [his name] wasn’t always the biggest fan of physical touch but God knows he needs it, arguably more than you. Be that as it may, a weight is lifted off your chest to the softening of his expression, you’re glad you’re the fault for this.

His face turns to the window but you gently bring it to face you. Eye contact was not uncommon between you two yet it usually resulted in either one of you crying, yelling in a fit of rage or simply just hurting the other one; physically, emotionally, or a combination of the two.

This time was different though, it felt different. The track even remarkably kept playing after its second loop instead of going haywire and killing the mood.

For no exact reason, you lean forward, uncaring about the wetness your spit left on his shirt or the now drying mucus on his forearm.

To your surprise, he adjusts his position, making you lay down instead of lean uncomfortably. The symphony you were hearing was now no longer the music but his constant, slightly alleviated heartbeat.

Your thoughts get cut short when you feel light, benign vibrations against his chest and soon the atmosphere becomes heavy with yearning.

He’s humming along to the tune.

Your eyes widen, making the highlights in them grow. He’s never done that before, and you think this again when he croaks out the lyrics in a rasp several octaves lower than usual.

“No use looking out, it’s within that brings that lonely feeling.”

He stops singing but continues his mellow hum when you reach your hand up to his neck. He’s looking right at you now yet his stare isn’t filled with lust, or anguish or blind rage but genuine tenderness.

A smile creeps onto your face making your eyes squint and teeth show; “I like this side of you,” you whisper.

“Mhm?” he hums, “Mhm,” and with that, his eyes shut and his movements slow as you engage in yet another kiss, this one more intimate than the last.

His jawline is pleasantly acquainted with your lips as you reach his ear and murmur, “You’re so cute.”

He sighs and begins rubbing circles on your spine; “Now you know how I feel…” trailing off.

You harshly smooch his neck, a pop leaving your lips and somewhat echoing.

“Yeah,” you state, “I do.” If you were wearing lipstick, his skin would have a deepening rosy mark in the shape of your lips.

“Heyyy…” he says bashfully with warming cheeks & an amplified heartbeat.

You ignore this and repeat said action, this time softer and with a smile.

He lets out a chuckle whilst shaking his head and brings his hand up to rest in your hair, occasionally playing with the curls and making them bounce while you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, eventually falling into a tranquil slumber.

JASON TODD, bakugo, iwaizumi, TWDG MITCH, josuke, KYOTANI

#whispers fairytales ౨ৎ #wh1sp3rr #jason todd x reader #bakugo x reader #twdg mitch #twdg mitch x reader #kyotani x reader #mad dog x reader #josuke x reader #jason todd x y/n #bakugo x y/n #kyotani x y/n #mad dog x y/n #josuke x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwazumi x y/n

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iidanotlida · 2 years

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Love Egoist ™️

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a/n - thank you for joining me with this first chapter!! I've been looking forward to starting to post this smau, this is just a filler chapter, some worldbuilding ig, but the next chapter gives some more plot context :)) hope to see you tomorrow as well!!

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tojisprettywife · 2 months

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{note: *sigh* once again, unedited, not proof read, all characters are aged up. minors DNI.}

warnings: somnophilia?, nipple sucking, abt titty obsessed men

i keep thinking of how he’s so obsessed with boobs. even non sexually, stressed out?, his hands creep up under your top, just holding them. squeezing them, feeling their warmth. even in his sleep, he likes holding one titty in his palm. small or big, perky or not, he loves it. and when he wakes up earlier than you, feeling a little hot and bothered, his cock semi hard, he slowly lifts up your tee, his index finger tracing circles around your nipple. his breath warm on your nipples, causing them to harden. “mmh” you stir lightly in sleep but are too tired to wake up and notice what’s going on. he looks at you, to see whether you’re awake. he notices you’re still asleep, so he cups your breasts gently. both his index fingers, circling around your nipples, his eyes are fixated on them. he lowers his head slowly, taking one of your nipple into his mouth. his warm mouth, enveloping your hardened nipple. swirling his tongue, flicking his tongue on it, his hips slightly grinding against your thigh. he slightly whimpers, your tits either calm him down or turn him on a lot. his teeth slightly grazed your nipple, “mmmh” you stir awake lightly, look down at him. his eyes look into yours as his pretty lips are still around your nipple. “love?…” you softly say, registering what’s going on. you still keeps sucking on it slowly, looking into your eyes, his cock fully hard, pressing against your thigh. he pull away from your nipple, as a string of salvia connecting his lips to your nipple. he moves to other nipple, your hand finds his hair, gripping it as he sucks on the nipple harder. “ahhh” you moan softly, he pulls away lightly, pressing soft kisses on rest of your breast. “g’morning love” his voice rumbles in his chest, hoarse in the morning. “mmh morning baby” you say playing with his hair, as he keeps pressing kisses all over chest. “so pretty” he mumbles to himself, burying his face in between your breasts, grinding his clad cock against your clad sex. “baby….mmh” he tugs and pinches one of your nipples with his thumb and index finger eliciting a sharp moan. his soft kisses travel up to your neck, kissing that one spot that makes you shiver. his right hand slides past the waist band of your panties. “can we?…”

~ Choso Kamo! , Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Osamu, Adriah Thomas, Chikara Ennoshita, Noritoshi Kamo, Megumi?, Rukawa Kaede, Miyagi Ryota!

~honorable mentions: Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Oikawa Toru, Mitsui Hisashi.

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chosovixen · 1 year

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NSFW!!

your roommate, iwaizumi always has a temper by the end of the day. his clients are such a drag, and he hates dealing with the ones that are always so talkative, but money is money, so he’d withstand anything to get his rewards. aside from the money, he loves getting off of work if that meant he'd get to see your pretty face. iwaizumi has always had feelings for you but never wanted to admit it, and he had doubts. he thought you were out of his league and opted for being friends with benefits to spare his feelings.

iwaizumi was having one of those days again. this time the client would brush up against him and laugh way too hard at his unfunny jokes. she probably was just flirting, but it was the most annoying experience of his life. he already had someone on his mind and couldn’t wait to leave.

after stepping into the apartment, he had expected to be showered in affection, but nothing, absolute silence and stillness. iwaizumi calls out to you and gets nothing in response. he found it weird since you were always home at this time. he takes off his shoes at makes his way toward the living room. there you were, laid out on the couch—stomach flat against it while your legs stuck out behind you. iwaizumi immediately noticed your tini tiny skirt, which made your ass checks poke out just a bit. he could only laugh to himself, slowly creeping over towards the couch. you never heard him coming with how the music blared in your ears through your earbuds. he stands above you for a moment watching your fingers moving vigorously across your keyboard. his eyes trailed down your body and landed on your perfect little ass. he bit his lip as he watched you subtly move your hips against the cushion, laced panties finally revealing themselves.

“shit,” he muttered, feeling his jeans tighten with each moment passing.

he rubbed himself through the fabric just until he was hard enough. then once he pulled down his jeans and underwear along with it, he quickly climbed above you while flipping your skirt up—careful not to put his full weight on you as he straddled you slightly from behind.

you jumped in surprise, taking one earbud out and turning your head delicately over your shoulder to see what was happening, but then you felt a large hand rest on your ass—rubbing softly at the dewy skin.

“iwa?”

“yeah?”

“you okay?” you asked.

“mhmm,” he hummed and pulled your panties to the side. silence filled the air as you could now see what he was up to. you watched carefully as he spat into his hand and then smoothed it over his shaft. the sight alone made you clench around nothing and bite your lip in anticipation. iwaizumi‘s eyes met yours and flashed you a flirtatious grin, you wanted to return one, but instead, your face scrunched in pleasure and pain as his thick cock began to split you open. your tight walls could feel each and every vein as the huge tip plugged deep into your core.

“shit, o-oh fuck~” you moaned, head falling forward and mind going a bit hazy. iwa chuckled at your reaction and positioned himself better on the couch so he could fuck you more easily.

it felt like the air had left your lungs when he had dragged his length all the way out of you before slowly pushing back it. your mouth hung open as you tried to focus on not coming so quickly. iwa repeated his actions a few more times before it was unbearably for the both of you. he shimmed closer so that you could take him deeper, and you yelped a bit when the tip hit your g-spot.

“geez, look at your greedy little cunt sucking me in,” he teased. hips flush against yours, he fucked into you, watching your slick coat his cock completely.

“you’re s-so fucking deep, ughh, i’m gonna cum,” your eyes rolled back slightly as his cock continued to graze your sweet spot with each thrust. “shit shit shit. fuck me just like that.” you demand, voice now going hoarse.

iwaizumi could feel your tender pussy pulsate around him, your arms franticly moved behind you to push against his hips—possibly to slow him down, but he quickly swatted them away and grinned. his hips snapped roughly against yours, and there was no possible way for him to reach any deeper than he already was.

“fuck, i’m gonna cum, please, i’m gonna cum,” you cried, whole body shaking as you couldn’t hold it in anymore—orgasm ripping through you like a hurricane. iwaizumi never slowed as he continued to fuck your tired pussy. your whines and cries for mercy didn’t seem to affect him as he began to reach his own high.

“fuck, oh fuck,” he cussed, cock violently twitching inside you.

“please iwa. i-i can’t,” you sobbed, soft tears starting to ruin your mascara.

“hold on baby, shit,” he sighed. “i’m almost there.”

you thought to bury your head into the cushions to endure the overstimulation, but that idea quickly left your pretty little head when you felt iwa pulling you back up by your hair and hooking his arm around your neck. his buff biceps right against your throat as he squeezed gently.

“you want me to cum in this tight little pussy?” he asked, lips pressed so close to your ear you couldn’t pretend not to hear him. he bit at the skin softly and awaited your answer.

“yes, yes. please come in my pussy. come anywhere, please,” you begged, now beginning to choke as he squeezed onto your neck tighter, fucking into you harder once hearing those filthy requests.

he gave you one last good thrust before his hips stilled against yours. you were sure you’d end up with a bruise with how he gripped you in the headlock. your tummy began to feel full, his warm load spurting inside of your aching cunt. when iwaizumi’s breathing steadied, he sighed and slowly began to pull out. the feeling alone made you whine, and when he had fully pulled out—he watched as his cum leaked out of your hole and down your pussy, slightly wetting the surface below you.

“fucking hell, look at that,” he said, reaching down to scoop up his cum, shoving it back into your warmth, and making you hiss.

“stop, it’s sensitive,” you pouted while looking back at him, and he shook his head before pulling his cum coated fingers out and quickly wiping them on your ass.

“hey!”

“hey, nothing. i’m gonna go shower,” he said, kissing your cheek and then getting up. you nodded, and before he could completely disappear, you shouted for him. he stopped dead in his tracks before turning to you and giving you a questioning look.

“want to talk about your day when you’re done?”

“sure,” he smiled and turned back to head towards the shower.

iwaizumi has always liked talking to you, even if it wasn’t about work. it was easy and free. he liked being around you—smelling your scent on his clothes, and he liked when you’d cook for him without him ever asking. even if you two never woke up in the same bed, he had always wondered what it was like. everything reminded him of you, and he was content with you not being his—or so he’d let you believe.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu!!#haikyuu iwazumi #iwaizumi x reader #hq iwaizumi #iwazumi x reader #iwazumi smut #iwaizumi x y/n #chosovixen #iwaizumi smut

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90ekz · 1 year

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cockwarming iwaizumi on a business call,,, yea.

he’d be so annoying about it, too. yes, it was your idea, but you didn’t expect for him to treat you like you weren’t important :((

and you want to get pounded, absolutely ruined, but the only thing he was giving you were occasional taps to your clit paired with his slight movement inside you every once in a while.

most annoying man ever btw. it didn’t help that he kept muting the phone to reprimand you either.

“stay still. you wanted this, baby. now take it.”

mean ass.

“‘zumi… don’t be so mean t’me.”

iwa wanted nothing more than to fuck you deep, but he had business to finish first. ‘cause he’s always tryna be a working member of society n shit

eventually you just got impatient and rose up on his cock just to slam back down. he barely covered his guttural whine before the man on the other end noticed.

iwaizumi ended up gripping your waist tightly with one of his sizeable hands to keep you in place, while continuing to writing notes with the other.

he smirked into the crook of your neck, cause now you really had no where to move.

iwa just likes to be a lil sadist from time 2 time.

oh, and as soon as he gets off that phone?? he still doesn’t let you move, much to your dismay.

but now he’s free to degrade you and tell you how bad you were :((

“thought you were g’nna be a good girl f’me. you’re making me sad..”

in the end, iwa lets you cum, yea. but not on his dick. he adds some quick strokes to your clit, but only to shut you up.

after all, he still had business to finish.

he knows exactly how unsatisfying it is, but he thinks you deserve it. all you had to do was sit still >:(

#iwaizumi drabble #haikyuu #iwaizumi fanfic #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #Iwaizumi x black!reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi scenarios #iwazumi x reader #iwazumi smut #iwazumi hajime #haikyuu x y/n #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #he’s always on my mind actually #my mf man.#i miss him :(#he’s rlly mean here but i love him

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lssugaluv · 1 month

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Of course when you’re running late, all ready to go have some girl time does your boyfriend has to interfere. He couldn’t resist how hot you looked all dolled up to go hang out with your girls.

You grab your purse and look at yourself one more time in the mirror, fixing yourself. “Baby, I’m leaving.”

“Give me a kiss darling.” Says your boyfriend who is stuck playing video games online with his friends.

“But baby, the girls are outside waiting for me.”

He of course doesn’t take no for an answer as he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you in, leaving no space in between you two. He gently cusps your chin having you look directly at him as he is staring at your lips. He crashes his lips with yours and you wrap your arms around his neck. He sticks his tongue in your mouth and your tongues meet. He groans a bit as you moan.

He reaches down to your breasts gripping on them. He begins to want to pull your body suit out from your pants and you push his hand out of the way. You reach down to his growing bulge coming from his shorts and you give him a tease. You cause him to groan again which drives you crazy. You then push him away and turn to the mirror just to see you lipstick disappear. You rush to the bathroom to touch up and come back to your room to see him covered in your lipstick.

And yes, you feel your underwear completely drenched but time is running out to change.

“Ahh I’m extra late. Gotta go baby.” You reach in for one more kiss and try to wipe his face quickly.

“Have fun gorgeous. You’ll get some later, love ya.”

Character’s who I think of that will do this;

• Atsumu, Ushijima, Kuroo, Terushima, Suna, Tsukkishima, Daichi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Kita.

• Just some random thoughts I had of this morning.

• Enjoy ☺️

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mrs-kodzuken · 3 months

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So hot for you ♡

Pairing: Haijme Iwaizumi x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: mostly fluff

CW: fem!reader, girly!reader, making out at school, Kuroo is your cousin, school pride

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Even though Tetsu was a pain in the ass, I still followed his directions. Meaning I'd gotten all the "cute" things he described.

Tetsurō is my cousin, and even though we bicker a lot, he actually helps with 'problems' that I might have and he thought my relationship was one of those problems.

As I obviously spilled everything to him, he became some kind of relationship expert, saying how I should dress cute for Hajime and see how he reacts.

In the way he was telling me, it seemed very harmless, innocent even, but I should have known there would be a hidden meaning to it.

I had woken up earlier than usual, giving me more time to style my hair. I decided on two low pigtails with a cherry hair holder.

I added cherry-flavored red lip gloss along with red earrings.

Somehow, I thought all the red would clash against the blue on my school uniform, but it didn't. Thanks Tetsu for the advice, I reluctantly thought.

I hoped this wouldn't take a turn for the worst.

After I had fixed my outfit, slightly making my top a bit tighter, I took out my contacts and put on my glasses.

Tetsu had typed everything in a message to me for my 'lover boy'.

I wasn't sure how all of this would play out, but I still continued with it. Reading down the list, I put on clear mascara too. Make up wasn't really my thing, so I had to improvise.

When I was finally finished, I ate a small breakfast due to nerves and headed out the door. The next thing was to try to avoid Hajime all day.

I wasn't sure how that was going to play out since I'm the team manager for the volley club, which he's in. So I did the next best thing: stay busy.

Taking a deep breath, I walked into the gym. The team were still getting everything set up like the net and hadn't noticed me yet.

I set my bag down on my usual bench and headed for a part of the net to set up.

When I came out of the closet, I could feel their eyes burning holes into my back.

I turned around, looking at all of them carefully. "Well? Aren't you guys going to practice?" I motioned to the gym, and they all got their heads back into it.

I still haven't seen Hajime or Oikawa yet, but deciding not to worry about them, I carried on.

Halfway through morning practice, I heard the obnoxious sounds of the two boys entering the gym.

I quickly turned around to face them, "Morning practice started fifteen minutes ago; where were you guys?" I scolded them, seeing as they should be on time.

They are the captain and vice captain, after all.

"We, uh," Oikawa didn't finish as his eyes were trailing all over me. I could practically feel, and see, the glare Hajime was giving Oikawa.

"Uh, huh, great explanation. Go warm up." I stated it sharply, not caring about whether he was staring or not.

I walked closer to Hajime and said, "Yo, why are you two late? You're literally never late."

No matter how much I started speaking, trying to get his actual attention, his eyes would trail my mouth, the movements of my body, everything.

"Oh great, morning practice is over, guys." I whisked around and signaled for them to hit the showers so they wouldn't smell bad during classes.

Grabbing my bag that I had set on the bench, I quickly walked out of the gym, noticing Hajime keeping up with me.

I don't even know why I followed Tetsu's dumbass advice. Nothing had happened except for me getting stares. Which I didn't enjoy.

Even though I had spent an entire day looking cute, it felt worthless because I was avoiding Hajime.

Tetsu said it'd pay off in the end, but my ears were hurting due to the earrings, and having to reapply lip gloss was a pain after I ate or drank something.

However, I couldn't deny that I looked cute today, more so than usual.

School had already been over, earlier than I expected since I wasn't really paying attention. I was confused about how all of this would pay off.

Since school had ended, that meant I could stop avoiding Hajime, right?

As soon as I saw him, I engulfed him in a warm back hug.

"Hey, Hajime," I said softly, feeling his back muscles.

He suddenly took my hand and sharply led me over to a secluded area, the spot behind the gym. "We need to talk," he stated briefly.

Before I knew it, I was pressed against a wall with Hajime's arms trapping me inside.

A very light blush appeared on his cheeks as he looked down. "Everyone was staring at you." He spoke lowly, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

"You're mine," and suddenly his lips were on mine, roughly kissing me. One of his arms had moved to my waist; the other was still on the wall.

I broke away, looking into his eyes. My heart sped up as I saw my gloss on his lips. I resisted a giggle and leaned back in.

Hijime had picked me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist, not breaking the kiss. He pressed me against the wall as his tongue slid into my mouth.

Our tongues danced together, swirling around each other. The wet muscles exploring each other's mouths. I could taste my lip gloss, which happened to be in his mouth too.

It all was so hot, I couldn't help but to release small moans into his mouth.

I grinded a bit on his waist and let my hands play with his unusually soft hair.

Of course, he decided to take control and grip my hair, still in the low pigtails. He pulled away, catching his breath, a string of saliva connecting our mouths.

His eyes were lidded, tracing over my features as I'm sure I looked the same.

He had my lip gloss smeared all over his lips, and the taste of my gloss was still in my mouth. I let go of his waist with my legs and caught my breath too.

"Why'd you dress like that, baby?" He asked, hiding his face in the crook of my neck, his arms softly gripping my waist.

I could tell he didn't want to further this moment whilst we were at school.

"Well, I was doing what my cousin said," I trailed off, getting my phone out to show him when I was stopped by a glance at the time.

"Uh, Hajime? We should have been at practice twenty minutes ago."

I showed him the time instead, and he whispered an, "Oh, shit.."

Grabbing our bags, we calmly and quickly walked to the gym.

I looked over to him, seeing his lips red and plump from the making out. My gloss was still on his face, and it was sparkly too.

Hajime's hair was a bit messy from my fingers running through it.

I saw all of this but decided to pretend I didn't, wanting to see the outcome. We had walked in together, making his teammates stare.

"Where were you guys?" Oikawa asked, a hand on his hip.

"Sorry, I was doing stuff," Hajime answered, setting his bookbag down and stretching his arms, preparing to practice.

I turned towards Oikawa, who was taking a sip of his water, not curious anymore. Perfect timing.

"I'm stuff."

With those two words, I had managed to get him to spit his drink out onto the floor.

"Come again?" he wheezed out, coughing madly.

"Man, I wish." I smirked with my answer, knowing I'd get scolded by Iwaizumi later.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!!

the header is made by me, please like/reblog if used <3

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ushiko · 1 year

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PICKING HIM UP AT THE AIRPORT: PART TWO

pairings: iwaizumi, aran, sakusa, aone, and kageyama

warnings: tooth rotting sweetness and way too much love it is sickening

summary: part two of picking up different boys from the airport

a/n: this will be the last part of the series bc i don't have enough energy or ideas to make a part three so enjoy!! also hope these are good enough and you get sick of love.

ღ IWAIZUMI

Stupid conventions.

Stupid America.

When his job decided to send him on a trip to the States to invest and study the new machines that the team was getting, you weren't expecting him to be gone for a whole week. Even before he left, you were already asking when he was coming back with a pout set on your lips. He just laughed and pressed a loud kiss to your cheek before leaving, announcing that he would be back in a week.

The whole week was dreadful as the time difference prevented many conversations from happening. Plus, seeing his face through the pixelized screen was hard when you wanted it right in front of you. All you wanted to see again was his sparkling brown eyes that poured all the love he could possess and looked at you like you held the world in your hands. It was hardest at night without his beating heart pressed against your ear to soothe you to sleep. To say the least, you missed the grumpy boy who has taken over your life.

He grumbled throughout the week about how boring and annoying America was without you. You had to convince him multiple times to not leave in the middle of the night to fly back no matter how much you wanted him back. Now the week was finally over and the moment had finally come for Iwaizumi to come home.

The airport was buzzing around you as you waited around baggage claim to avoid the crowd surrounding the gate and to hopefully get a semi-private moment with Iwazumi. The announcement of his flight's bags coming in blared through the speakers which only meant that he would be here at any moment. Your eyes watched over the crowd of people coming into baggage claim waiting to see a familiar head of luscious brown hair.

"Miss me?" a low, husky voice whispered into the shell of your ear. Your heart jumped with a shiver running down your spine as you twirled around to see his warm eyes and smile meet yours.

"Iwa!"

Wrapping your arms quickly around him as his chuckle rang through your head sending your thoughts and mind into the clouds. The world around us melted away as he nuzzled his head against yours trying to breathe in your scent again. It smelled like home.

"I've missed you," you whisper to him as his arms tighten around you.

"I've missed you too, love. I'll never go that far away again, especially from you. Worst week of my life."

ღ ARAN

You were usually used to Aran leaving for training when it lasted a week or so but this one had lasted a whole month. This one had no visitors present nor was anyone allowed to come as they wanted the athletes to completely focus on their training with no distractions. This caused long facetime calls to be interrupted by teammates wanting to talk to Aran's partner and see how pretty they were or ask why there were dating Aran.

It finally came time for Aran to come home and be back in the same sheets as yours. He specifically requested that he wanted to see your face as soon as he got off the plane. It made a familiar warmth spread through you as the thought of his words and excitement the night before he flew out as he spoke of how excited he was to be in your arms again.

The gate widen as the plane landed with the team slowly trickling out until Aran came out with a wide smile on his lips. His eyes quickly met yours as he drops the bag hanging from his shoulder, running towards you with his arms wide open. Small tears drop down your cheeks as he wraps his arms around your waist, twirling you around before bringing you back to the ground. He cupped your cheeks and wiped the tears that were falling from your eyes while pressing delicate kisses to each cheek.

"Don't cry, sweetheart. I'm here not, it's okay," he whispers softly, pressing a small kiss to the tips of your nose.

Small crystalline tears bordered his waterline as his eyes poured into yours.

"I can't believe your here," your voice cracks as you wrap your hands around his waist pulling him closer.

"I know, I know. I've been waiting for this moment for 30 days, 12 hours, 59 mins, and 60 seconds."

A laugh slips past both your lips as he presses his forehead against yours.

"You're so cheesy," you whisper into the small space between you as his lips were only a breath from yours.

"Only for you, though," he whispers back before finally pressing lips onto yours, sending your heart and mind up to heaven.

ღ SAKUSA

This was Sakusa's worst nightmare.

First, he was on a plane full of people who didn't understand the concept of covering one's mouth when one sneezed or coughed. Second, Atsumu is blabbering right in his ear about some new game on his phone but all he knew was that he was being louder than his AirPod volume. Lastly, he has been away longer than he expected from you.

He was supposed to be back last week but the coach decided that the team needed more practice games and training. It broke his heart watching the pout set on your lips when he called you about the news of him staying longer than planned. He much rather is anywhere with you than at some annoying volleyball camp. He particularly hated having to miss two Friday Disney movie nights with you and enjoying the calming presence that you bring to his mind and heart.

"Omi, are you even listening to me?" Atsumu's shrill voice asks as Sakusa rolls his eyes again at the dyed blonde.

"No, now leave me alone. I'm trying to think," he firmly states as he watches the ground get closer and closer. Closer to you.

Airports are hot, he decided in the last twenty minutes as he waited in baggage claim for you to arrive as you insisted on picking him up. His nerves were becoming jumbled and getting the better of him as he waited for you to arrive. A light sweat began to form on his brow as his eyes frantically searched for you, your presence, anything that resembled you.

"Kiyoomi! I'm here!"

The airport was buzzing loudly with loud phone calls and blaring speakers, but it didn't matter because all he heard was you. The sweetest voice rang through all the buzz around him. His focus was solely on one person, a person brighter than the sun and whose eyes beat the stars in the sky.

You jump into his arms as he holds you tightly around the skin of your waist. He never wanted to lose the feeling of your skin on his for that long ever again. It was pure torture. He shoved his head into the space between your neck and shoulder, and with his mask slightly pulled down he pressed a light kiss on the rushing pulse point.

"I've missed you so much, " he whispers while pressing you closer to his chest.

"Me too, Omiomi. Never leave me for that long again," you whisper back while running your fingers through his thick curls to the nape of his neck.

"Never again, I promise."

A promise he was set on keeping and never breaking especially for you.

ღ AONE

He hates being on planes.

They are always too crowded and the seats are never big enough for his large frame. Plus, traveling made him miss you even more, and he hated being so far away from you. You were his safe space where he felt like he would never be judged for his quietness or shyness and could confide in you about anything. He is a fairly quiet person who didn't talk much about his feelings but whenever he was with you, he couldn't hold it in. His heart would pound anytime your eyes met with a large smile resting on your lips. It was like nothing could touch the little world between you and him.

He wished he could see that sweet smile now or at least feel his skin against yours to calm the nerves flowing through him. Luckily, the plane was close to touching down which meant being able to be near you again. To feel your skin layer on his with his arms tightly around you and hearing that wave on your heart soothe his inner thoughts. Hearing the skid of the wheels on the ground, made Aone's heart pound harder and harder as his palms began to sweat knowing that he would finally be able to get off his plane and see you.

He knew that you were picking him up but he was still shaking with excitement of seeing your bright smile and eyes bringing butterflies to his stomach. He quickly walked out of the gate and surveys the area to try and find the person who he wanted to see the most. Looking for the familiar, beautiful face in the crowd.

" 'Nobu! Over here!"

His head snaps around to the angel's voice calling out to him. The one he has been craving to hear again in person and not through a crackling speakerphone. They stood with a large smile stretching across their cheeks from ear to ear. In their hands, held a glittery sign with the words, 'WELCOME HOME TAKANOBU!!'.

"Welcome home, baby!"

Yes, he was finally home.

Right in your arms with your heart pounding in his ear making his own heart pound.

His home.

ღ KAGEYAMA

"Ushijima, how could you lose my boyfriend?"

With your hands set on your hips, you stare sternly at the olive-haired man in front of you who had a guilty pout on his lips.

"Well, he is an unnaturally fast walker so I lost him before I even got off the plane," he sheepishly explains.

This was not how it was supposed to go.

Ushijima was meant to lead Kageyama to you that way you could surprise him after not seeing him for the last couple of weeks.

But now that plan was ruined.

"Why don't I call him and tell him to come back?" he asks while pulling out his phone and worry laying on his brow.

I shake my head, " It's okay, Ushijima. I'll just call him and tell him, I'm here. Thank you, Ushi. I'll talk to you later."

You quickly turn around till you trip over your own feet by running into a firm chest behind you.

"I'm so sorry, I didn-," you look up to see two perfectly dark blue eyes staring down at you with cherry lips wrapped around a bendy straw of a milk carton.

His cheeks held a hint of a smirk as your eyes shifted between Kageyama and Ushijima who appeared to be holding in his laughter."

"Did you two plan this?"

"It was my idea, Ushijima had nothing to do with it," Kageyama explains as he wraps his hand around yours. You shake your head and press a light squeeze on his hand.

"Whatever let's just go, my plan was ruined anyways," you pout as you begin pulling Kageyama toward baggage claim to go home.

"Don't worry, love. I'll let you surprise me next time."

"Wow, thanks."

You suddenly feel a light kiss pressed to your cheek and a tighter, longer squeeze on your hand.

"Thank you for coming. I wouldn't want anyone here but you, love. Can't wait to go home with you."

A wave of heat flowed through you as your eyes shyly shifted over to his. His lips lift into a small smile as they spread across his face as he watched you with a shiny twinkle in his eyes.

Even though it didn't go as planned it didn't matter now that he was back in your arms and looking at you with all the love shining through.

#♥︎ taywrites #hq fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu x y/n #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #iwazumi x reader #aran x reader #aone x reader #sakusa x reader #kageyama x reader

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nishinoyaswife4 · 4 months

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His Response to 'I want you."

Obviously 18+ only on this post

His mouth goes dry and his brain short circuts for a minute. He finally manages to speak but all that comes out is "Cool cool. Absolutely lets do that." Real smooth- Atsumu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Tanaka Ryunosuke, Yamamoto Taketora, Iwazumi Hajime, Goshiki Tsutomu, Hanamaki Takahiro, Yamaguchi Tadashi

He just stares at you with his mouth open like you just said the most outlandish and nasty shit to him. His face becomes extremely red before he just nods.- Kageyama Tobio, Semi Eita, Aone Takanobu, Kyotani Kentaro, Lev Haibia, Asahi Azumane

Hes pumped. He literally yells in excitment at this new development. "Hell yeah dude lets do it." He reaches out for a high five like you just asked him to play a game. - Bokuto Kotaro, Hinata Shoyo, Nishinoya Yuu, Tendo Satori

Not the least bit phased by this. In fact he's teasing you and embarrssing you for what you said. "Oh wow you're so bold y/n at least take me out first." Of course hes saying all of this as he pulls you to the bedroom. -Oikawa Toru, Matsukawa Issei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Sugawara Koshi, Tsukishima Kei, Tendo Satori, Suna Rintaro, Osamu Miya

He gives no emotion, or response to your words. He simply gets up and exits the room. You think you've offended him somehow until he calls you from the other room. "Y/N are you coming?"- Ushijima Wakatoshi, Kita Shinsuke, Akaashi Keiji, Kenma Kozume

BONUS:

His pants were on the ground before you ever even finished the sentence- Nishinoya Yuu, Atsumu Miya, Bokuto Kotaro, Tanaka Ryunosuke

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eggyrocks · 21 days

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bruised -> teaser

m.list

an: i could not help myself

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #haikyuu #haikyuu texts #hq x reader #hq x you #hq #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader smau #iwaizumi smau #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi fluff #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwazumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime

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miya-rin · 1 year

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whenever someone is in a “please can you pretend to be my boyfriend” situation they will always turn to iwaizumi hajime to stand in, and you were no different.

when you were dragged to a house party by your friends your first year of college, you didn’t expect for there to be so many eyes on you. and it may just be because you looked good in your outfit, but it felt different, especially when you made eye contact with one guy who looked a little older than you, but despite the age gap he stared you down like he wanted to eat you alive.

a feeling of dread washed over you and you scan around the room for something, anything that can help you. and thats when your eyes fall on him.

iwaizumi hajime.

you had never really spoken to him before, only once or twice during your shared maths class, but you didn’t really have a choice at that moment, so you walk up to him.

“hi,” oh shit you’re really doing this, “my names yn.” you’re nervous, incredibly nervous. you’re pretty sure he can see it on your face.

“i know, we share some classes together, are you okay? you seem kinda off.” he looks worried, its a look that you don’t see often from strangers, he actually wants to help you.

“please can you pretend to be my boyfriend?” that catches him off guard, you can tell by the way his drink gets caught in his throat and his eyes go wide.

he was not expecting that.

“excuse me?”

“just for a little bit, this guy keeps staring at me and its making me really uncomfortable, i get the question was sudden and we don’t know each other but please, i’m begging you, can you go along with it?”

“..yeah sure, i don’t see why not. sit down.”

“there’s nowhere to sit..?” you look at him puzzled as he starts to pat his lap. oh.

“sit. if you’re comfortable of course, it would just make it more believable.”

hesitantly you get on your tip toes and as you are about you hoist yourself up he grabs onto either side of your waist and lifts you up, then places you down until you are flush against him. to say you are flustered would be an understatement. and the way he naturally wraps his arms around you makes it worse, its like he’s meant to do this.

iwaizumi is attractive, you would have to either be blind or an idiot to not admit that, but being like this with him was so…weird, in a good way.

it felt normal, almost too normal, like you two had been friends (or maybe something more) for years. and you weren’t complaining.

“who is it?” his breath is fanning over your neck ever so slightly and his hands were playing with the hem of your shirt. ”the one that’s bothering you.”

“you see that guy in the corner over there, long-ish hair, striped shirt and a sorta scruffy excuse for a beard?” that makes him chuckle, its a beautiful sound.

“yeah i see him, he looks a little old don’t ya think?”

“yeah thats the whole problem, he looks like 5 years older than me.” you turn you head to face hajime, hes staring at you already.

“you know…i have an idea to get him to lay off, its all up to you though.” you know what he’s thinking, you were hoping he’d ask.

“and what would that be?” his face changes, its slight but definitely there, he looks more confident, like he knows what you are gonna say.

“let me kiss you,” his hand snakes up your arm and settles on your nape, “it would sure get rid of him.”

“go for it, kiss me.” and thats all he needs before he gently places his lips against yours, staying still for a second or two before he starts moving, turning his head slightly to get a better angle.

it all feels so right.

you both pull away to catch your breath, having the same idea you look for the man that was staring at you, only to find him gone.

“well,” he starts, “looks like it worked.” he looks proud of himself, but the boyish grin on his face, the blush on his cheeks, and the fact that he is all fidgety now tells you that he didn’t just do it to help you, he wanted to kiss you, so why not give him what he wants?

“im not sure hajime, i think we should carry on, you know, just to make sure he is actually gone.” your hands start to play with the hair above his neck and he gets this wobbly smile across his face.

he likes the sound of that.

“i mean if it would make you feel better then i guess i should, shouldn’t i?”

“absolutely.” you say before you pull him back into you.

you went home that night with a new phone contact and a not-so-pretend boyfriend.

#this is kinda shitty but i am incredibly tired and i haven’t posted anything proper in a few days so oh well #lav.posts♡#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq x you #hq imagines #haikyuu iwazumi #iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi drabble

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iidanotlida · 2 years

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Love Egoist ™️

It's a Shoujo love story [2]

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a/n - idk what to say here but the conflict is gonna start in the next chapter :DD

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tojisprettywife · 2 months

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{note: for a change, i actually read through. if there are mistakes, ignore them😞. was supposed to be for geto only. i usually never write about giving head, this is my very first time 🧍🏻‍♀️. i hope it’s okay 😵‍💫. minors DNI.}

warnings: 18+, f! reader, oral (m! receiving only), swallowing cvm, subtle soft dom (m!)?!?!?

“c’mon, baby” he coos, running his thumb over your jawline, making you look up into his eyes. he presses his leaking tip against your lips, smearing them with his precvm. “open up, doll.” he says in a condescending tone, laced with pure desire for your submission. you part your lips slowly, your tongue tip, touches his leaking tip. he grits his teeth, a soft hiss escapes his lips. you hesitantly, swirl your tongue around his tip. he slowly pushes his covkhead past your lips, you softly suck on it, using your tongue to envelope around it. “Mmm good girl.. a bit more, you can do that for me right?” he isn’t giving you a choice here, he wants you to give into him. the feeling of superiority he felt was addictive, he liked this view, you on your knees for him and this high, certainly awakened something in him. you nod, looking up into his eyes, he slowly pushes the rest of his thick length past your lips “make sure your teeth doesn’t graze okay? use your tongue more, okay baby?” his tone silky, filled with pure lust, and this newfound high. you gag, your eyes glossy, as his length hits the back of your throat. his breath hitched, chest heaving a little, as your small and warm mouth, wraps around his cvck. his nostrils flare up a lightly, clenching his jaw. you barely hold on, breathing a little unsteady, his hand grabs a fistful of your hair. “It’s too much? but you can take it, doll. you look so pretty like this” he slowly thrusts into your mouth, it keeps hitting the back of your throat, salvia dripping down your chin, tears rolling down your cheek. he wipes a stray tear drop with his thumb, the grip on you hair tightens. “Mmph—” you grip his leg and your free hand slipping under your dress, to rub your clad hardened bud. “you should focus on me, love” he said, his eyes on your free hand under your dress and then looking back up at your eyes. he smirks, he starts thrusting into your tight throat, his heavy balls slapping against your chin.

a small moan escapes his lips, as he reached his high. he pushed himself to the hilt, as ropes of white milky liquid coated your throat. he bucks his hips against your face one last time, his body trembling slightly, after reaching such a high. “fuuu—ah..ck”. he slowly pulls his length cock from your throat, past your lips. you catch your breath, wiping your glossy eyes. “clean me up properly, doll.” you look up at him, slightly confused. then look down at his lower half, you see some cvm dripped down to his balls. “go on, clean them up, for me”. you gulp down, inching your head slowly, unsure of what you’re supposed to do. your tongue tip, chastely touches his sack, you lap the cvm and look up. “properly. love.” he smiles, was that a loving smile? nope. your eyes widen, it registers to you slowly, what he meant. you lean down a little, taking one of it into your mouth. slowly sucking on them, gently, you suck on it little harder. his hand reaches for your head, his nails lightly, digging into your scalp. “fuck, baby” you let go it with a pop sound, and move your head taking the other one into your mouth. he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. his tip leaking precvm again, dripping down to his sack again. you suck on it, gently and then a little harder, your teeth grazes slightly. “god” he breathlessly moans. you pull away, with a pop sound. you look up at him, your own panties wet with arousal. “Ha, come here” he extends his hand, helping you stand up. He smiles, his hands cupping your cheeks, he leans in kissing you deeply. “you taste like me, huh?” he smirks, his hands sliding down from your waist to your ass, groping them. he pulls you into a hug, his hand travel back up, rubbing your back in soothing circles . “you did so well f’ me. now let me, take care of you, angel.” well you know what happens, when the night is young and so are you.

~ GETO SUGURU! , Shiu Kong, Fushiguro Toji, Rukawa Kaede, Suna Rintaro, Iwaizumi Hajime,

(any interaction is very much appreciated!)

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givemeasinglekidney · 1 year

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Jealousy, jealousy | Oikawa T.

Hurt/comfort

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: you become Seijoh’s manager after not being able to get into other clubs. After a while you start getting backlash by the milk bread lover’s fans.

Well that was no use.

Every club you had tried for either rejected you or was too cramped. So what now?

You walked around school during lunch. You didn't have many friends, yet the ones you did just so happened to be busy right now. As you were walking, you passed the gyms, more specifically the volleyball gyms. You applied for the female volleyball club but you turned in your application just a tad too late. As you passed the gym, you heard a voice.

“Damn, every one of them?” The first voice said. It was followed by another.

“Yeah. Kinda sucks man.” He replied.

“Man! Why does he have to make it so hard to find a genuine manager?”

“Unfortunately, he’s our captain. Also happens to be our best friend, Makki.”

“You’re right on that unfortunate part.”

You contemplated. Boys Volleyball manager? Doesn’t have a bad ring to it. It sounded hard to get in, but every other club had failed, so why not.

You walked into the teacher’s work room and located their coach, Irihata. You already knew of him from the volleyball team being so famous in the region.

“Uhm, excuse me.” You asked, “Where can I apply for the Boy’s Volleyball manager position?” He looked at you, slightly annoyed after what you said.

He crossed his arms, “Listen, we’re not really looking for any managers currently. We know you really like our setter but our manager needs to be serious in what they’re doing.”

You lifted your eyebrow in confusion, “Your setter being…”

He stopped for a second before answering you, “... Oikawa Toru…”

You paused to collect your thoughts, then it hit you, “Oh! Him! You mean that one guy who injured his knee a bit ago! Yeah I know of him. Never talked to him, but he seems to always have girls' company. I mean good for them, they know their type, but I’m good.”

He kind of stared at you, “Ah… well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you apply. Can I ask if you have any experience with volleyball?” He questioned before reaching into his desk to grab you an application.

“Yes I do!” You said, “I’ve played for all 3 years of junior high. I tried applying for tryouts for the female team but I turned it in too late.” He handed you the application and you bid your goodbyes as lunch would be over soon.

It was the next day and as you got to school you strolled to the gym as the boys had morning practice. There weren’t any girls there since it was super early and you just wanted to turn your application in asap. As you opened the door, you caught sight of all the boys, focused on their playing. You heard a voice call out to you.”

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d show up!” You turned to the direction of the coach. “Got that application filled out?”

“You know I do!” You walked over to him. He looked at the papers you handed him.

“(L/N) (Y/N), hm.” He read your name. He continued to scan your paper, nodding his head every once and a while. “Well, I'd say you’d be a great fit. If you really do want to join, you’re welcome!”

“Really? That’d be great! When could I start?” You questioned. You were kind of excited. You finally got accepted. And for it being your final year in highschool, you were hoping it would work out.

“Well, I don’t see why you can’t start now.” He stated. He then raised his voice in the direction of the players. “Hey boys! Gather around!”

The boys stopped what they were doing and came crowding around. Their eyes tended to land on you, which caused a couple whispers here and there.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s now going to be your new manager.” He announced.

You took this as your sign to introduce yourself. “Yo.”

There were a couple murmurs of disbelief, and then one guy crying what you think were happy tears about it, until one guy started talking.

“Ah, are you sure you’re not one of my lovely fans who made her way to this spot?”

“No, not in a million years.” You shot back with no hesitation after looking him up and down. False tears ran down his eyes as his friends laughed.

“PFFFT- HA! Get rejected!” A boy with pinkish hair giggled out, His friend laughing right next to him.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion at the gym doors. You went to inspect it when you got called out to.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, it’s a mob out there.” A muscular guy said.

You contemplated, but finally moved your feet towards the door. As you opened it, you were met with many confused eyes.

“Uh, who are you?” One girl asks.

“(L/N), the team's manager. Who are you?” You replied nonchalantly. You were met with eyes of disbelief and jealousy. Then, all of the sudden, it was like a light bulb went off in all their heads.

“Hey, (L/N), you're in my Calc! You can let me in right!”

“Hey, You're so pretty. Let’s talk!”

“We sat together last year! We’re friends, let me in!”

You stared at them with a look of disdain. Then, you got an idea.

“What’s the password?”

They all paused.

“...What…”

“Wrong!” You interrupted.

“What password?”

“Incorrect!”

“Listen here you little-”

“Wrong again!” You cut her off. “Man you guys are really bad at this. Oh well, no Oikawa for you. Good day.” And you slammed the door shut.

You turned around to see the team, half in awe and the other half laughing their asses off.

“Oh my god…” One with short, messy black hair said between halfs, “This is great!”

Time skip -

It’s been 6 months since then and you’d become best friends with the 4 other third years. They saw you like their sister, like they’ve known you since forever. Well, most of them.

“(L/N), can you tell Mattsun he’s being an idiot!” A pink haired male shouts. It was lunch and the two were arguing over what color science was.

“Am no! It’s 100% blue!” He shouts back.

“Is not! It’s definitely yellow!” His best friend argues.

“I think you’re both being idiots.” You said with a straight face, “Also, it’s green dumbasses.”

They went back to quarreling as you took a bite out of your rice. Iwaizumi and Oikawa sat to your right as the two others sat to your left.

“Why do you fuel their stupid questions?” Asks the half filipino.

“It’s funny watching them fight over stupid shit. It fuels my entertainment.” You answered. You found it easy to stir the pot with the two.

“Yeah, but they’ve been talking about it for 10 minutes now…” The setter added.

“Okay, watch this.” You turned your head to Makki and Mattsun, “Centaurs have six legs, therefore are insects. Discuss.” The two began to discuss.

“Oh my god-” The setter looked in disbelief and amusement.

“Ima be right back, gonna grab a drink.” You stood up.

“Get me something!” The brunet said.

“Nope, get it yourself ya broke bitch.” You replied and walked off.

You turned the corner to the vending machine. You put your coins in and selected your choice of drink. As you knead down to grab it, a hand comes and takes it before you reach it. You look up to see a girl meet your stare.

“Well if it isn’t the little whore.” She speaks with venom.

This was the part you hated about being their manager, and it wasn’t even the boys fault, it was the girls. You have female friends, so you know it's not all girls, but there are some who are way too attached to the main setter.

“You’re one to talk.” You spit back.

You never told anyone about how these girls would treat you. You didn’t want to cause more commotion or possibly lose your position to problems being caused.

“Everyone knows you're just a manager to be close to the 3rd year. Especially Oikawa. You’re no different than the rest of us. The only difference is you’re actually hoeing around with them. It’d break their hearts to know you’re just using them” She stated. She acted like she knew all your business.

“Really? Cause it sounds to me like you're projecting what you’d do.” You replied. “And I’m not doing any of that. It’s so obvious we’re all just friends.”

Just friends. That’s all you were. Unfortunately, there is a false statement you made. After you thought it would never happen, you managed to gain a bit, just a tiny little bit of feelings for none other than Oikawa. It’s not like you wanted to, in fact that was your exact opposite intention, but that was your result.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you tell yourself.” She looked at you with disgust. “You know, they probably feel bad for you. You had nowhere to go so they had no other choice. I mean, who’d want to hang out with an ugly nobody? Look at yourself. They’re just being nice. When the time comes, they’ll drop you within seconds. You’re helpless without them.” She took a sip of what was supposed to be your drink. What a bitch.

She walked off leaving you standing there. You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes people like her really get to you. You never showed it, but they did affect you. And you know what they say about just ignoring it? Yeah, pure bullshit. It never works. They’re no longer looking for a reaction, but a punching bag. Someone who will take their punches and not give anything back, coming back the next day to repeat the cycle.

You walked back to the group, no drink in hand.

“Hey, where's your drink?” Mattsun asked, his quarrel with Makki being finished with no answer since they ended up spiraling off topic, somehow getting to how Baby’sRus is a misleading name.

“Oh, they were out of what I wanted lol.” You told them. You lied to them about a lot of things. You felt bad, but it was always due to the treatment you received from the ever so glorious fan base.

Lunch soon ended and so did the day.

You were making your way to the boys gym when you had a thought.

‘Were they just being nice?’ You questioned. ‘No, they wouldn’t, I’m mean to them sometimes anyway. Mean. Maybe I take it too far sometimes. Maybe they are just being nice. They did want a manager, so this is their way of not complaining.’

You tended to overthink, but recently it’s developed worse than it’s usually been. Like a million thoughts running through your head yet you still can't figure out where the music is coming from and why it’s only playing the same 4 lines over and over again.

You saw the doors to the gym… and turned around. You headed home. They didn’t need you. Nobody did. Maybe they’re all right. You’re useless. Unworthy. Ugly. Words hurt like any other injury, but it’s something painkillers couldn't stop.

You walked the sidewalk alone for the first time since you joined their practice. It was quiet. You were going to miss the chaotic chats with them walking to eachothers house. Makki, Mattsun, Iwa, then finally, yours. Oikawa insisted that they’d go to your house first cause he ‘didnt want their precious manager being in danger’ which was sweet of him, but also kind of dumb since his house was closer to Iwa’s than yours. Over the course of the 5-ish minute walk to your house, the two of you had bonded nicely. Too bad you didn’t plan on going back. As much as you loved them, loved him, you worried it was all lies. Their words got to your head and they stung. Then they stayed, but you got used to the sensation.

You made it to your room and looked at your phone to find missed texts from the team. You picked Oikawa’s number to find 2 missed calls and 8 missed texts. Man this boy was insane. You texted back ‘Sorry, don’t feel good, carry on without me.’

Technically you didn’t lie. You really weren’t feeling good, just it was mental rather than physical. You laid on your bed, clutching a pillow as you put your blanket over you. Tears started to spill. You couldn’t take it anymore. You cried into your sheets until you slipped into sleep.

You didn’t go to school the next day. Or the next. You stayed in bed most of the time, occasionally going on your phone or to the bathroom. Other than that you were either numb, crying, or asleep. Every now and then you’d stare at yourself in the bathroom, insecurities rising as you cry out about your appearance. You maybe ate one meal within the 2 days you stayed home, but it’s mostly a blur.

It was the afternoon when someone intervened.

The one

The only

Oikawa Toru.

You were laying in your bed. You had just finished a breakdown, eyes still red. Out of nowhere, you hear someone running up the stairs. You thought for a second you were about to be a victim of a home invasion, being that your parents were home, but you were proven wrong when a tall, brown eyed male swung open the door.

“(L/N)! What’s wrong! Are you sick?” He questioned you. You’d been gone from school for 2 days now, making you absent for 4 practices. 3 after school, and 1 morning.

“Oikawa! Shouldn’t you be at practice right now? What are you doing?” You asked, thoroughly confused how he got in. wait- “How’d you get into my house?”

“Well when our manager is sick, who just so happens to be one of my best friends, I’m gonna see what's wrong.” He answered, taking short breaths making you figure he ran all the way here. “Also, I know where you keep your spare key.”

He looked around to see what state you were in. It had been evident you were crying, despite you trying to hide your face in the comfort of your pillows. He sighed and made his way over to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“Now, tell me what's bothering you?” He said, his voice becoming soft.

“Nothing, just don’t feel good. It’s no use wasting your time here.” You told him, hoping he’d leave. You didn't need his pity. Maybe you wanted it, but you turned it down thinking it was all an act, all lies.

“If you think I’m falling for a lame lie, you're wrong.” He sighed. “What’s going on?”

Oikawa, out of all the guys, knew you the best. There wasn’t a way he’d be convinced you’re okay. So… You spilled.

“Why do you keep me around?” You started, “Why do you care?”

“...What do you mean?” He asked, his worry growing.

“I mean, why me? Out of everyone, why do you guys hang out with me? I’m mean and useless. My management isn’t even good. If you're just being nice to spare my feelings then just leave me. I know my worth and it isn’t a lot. You guys deserve better.” You finished your mini rant with tears brimming at your eyes.

He stared at you with empathy. He hated seeing you like this, it hurt him so much.

“You’re amazing. In all you’ve done you’ve helped our team more than we ever dreamed. We finally found someone who’s dedicated to all she’s assigned to help us with. You know me. You know I’d never be fake with someone to spare their feelings.” He sighed. “I just wish… you’d see yourself the way I do…”

You felt terrible. Your crush sat there as you pathetically lied on your bed because of some emotions, or lack thereof.

“You don’t mean that.” You said, trying not to face him.

He laid down on your bed, right next to you as your back was turned in his direction.

“Have they been bothering you?” he interrogates.

“Who’s they?” You tried acting oblivious, but you both knew who ‘they’ were.

“You know exactly who.” He replied. You stayed silent. He sighed again, “I should’ve known. I'm so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You cut him off, “It’s not your fault you're attractive.”

“Oh, so you think I’m attractive?” He remarks, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Oh shut up.” You giggle. It was the first time in a while you did that.

“What a shame. I wished the person I liked found me attractive.” He jokes. It took you a moment to process what he just said, then it hit you.

“Wait, what?” You questioned in disbelief.

“I know you said you’d never like me, not in a million years… but I can’t say the same for myself. It’s selfish but I really do like you.”

You turned around and stared at him. He stared back, but his mind was racing, taking your silence as rejection. Before he could get up, you grabbed at him and buried your head in his chest.

“Don't…” You started, “Don't leave. Please? I like you, too. I promise it didn’t start out this way but this is how it ended. I know now I look creepy but I didn't-”

He cut you off. Not with words, but with his lips. The warm sensations of his mouth on yours brought you a comfort like no other. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and he went around your waist, closing any gap there was between you two.

He broke the kiss, pulling away to stare at your beauty. “I get it. I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Can we… keep this a secret? Just the two of us?” If this got out, you’d be out for the count. Numerous rumors would start and people would start thinking that you were an actual whore.

Oikawa saw your mind race and put it to a stop, “Of course, I get it. We should tell the others about your situation. We’re here to protect you, you know. We love you. I love you.”

“... Love you too, Toru.” You said and he pulled back into the hug as you head rested on his neck/

“...So you do think I’m attractive.”

Small time skip -

After that night, you told the group what was happening and just like Oikawa said, they stepped in. The 4 of them became your personal bodyguards, not letting any known Oikawa fangirl try and say shit to you. After practices, you and Oikawa would walk to either you or his house to hang out and have little private dates. You were the happiest you’d ever been in a while. You slowly lost all thought of others' jealousy, enjoying your life with your best friends and lover.

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Fangirls

Iwaizumi Hajime X Reader

Oikawa Toru X Reader (Platonic)

**Genre: Angstish/ Fluff???

**Warning(s): bullying

**Reader is Fem/GN (ish)

**Key: Talking; You, Iwaizumi

You’d been in the same class as Oikawa since middle school. You two were polar opposites in every way. You were introverted and pessimistic while Oikawa was extraverted and optimistic . You were always dressed in black, while Oikawa was very colorful. He was athletic and you were not. Anything you two could be opposites about you were. So how did you ever end up friends with him? Well let’s just say you were sure your teachers absolutely loved torturing you. It all started back in middle school with you two being paired together for a project. It didn’t stop there though, it seemed after that your teachers were always finding a reason to have you two work together. This little thing carried over into high school. Now after being paired together so much you were bound to become friends. You ended up really liking his company and you realized there was way more to him than just his pretty setter “fame”. Now being friends with Oikawa meant Iwaizumi as well. They were a package deal. Now though you and Iwaizumi had more in common then you and Oikawa (i.e. you both liked the same music, similar movies, and had similar color palettes for dressing) you two were still pretty close to opposites. The three of you were really close and you quite liked hanging out with them. Having weekend movie marathons at Oikawa’s house binging the Godzilla movies or Alien Documentaries were some of your favorite memories. You though not one to care much about sports found yourself at there games more and more until you were always there at every game. You quite enjoyed seeing them two play the chemistry on the court was phenomenal and way different from them normally. Now what most people didn’t realize was just how hard being friends with them was. Why? Well once you guys hit high school Oikawa had fans popping up left and right. By second year he had a whole fan club. He quite liked his fans but he never saw the dark side. You were normally bullied not a lot but some back in middle school for being weird, dark, different. Now though, his fan girls were ruthless. It started small but when you seemed unbothered it quickly became physical. They’re push you or shove you or trip you just because you were friends with Oikawa. They would constantly harass you. It was getting really bad, but you didn’t want to ruin your friend’s happiness so you stuck it out. Until one day… The girls had caught you on your way to the gym and like usual were braiding you about why you’re not good enough to be around Oikawa. As you tried to walk past one girl shoved you and when you didn’t fall a second girl shoved you again causing you to fall. While they did this they continued hurling insults until they heard a voice. “Get out of here now and leave her the HELL alone.” Terrified the girls fled without another word. You sat there looking down at the ground. “Please don’t tell him.” Iwaizumi offered you his hand helping you up. “Why? You don’t deserve that.” “He deserves to be happy.” Frustration lacked in Iwaizumi’s voice as he said “So do you. He deserves to know.”After a bit more arguing you agree to tell Oikawa everything. You two stood there looking at each other in since when Iwaizumi finally spoke again. “Um… by the way, what they said… you know it’s not true right. You’re the most beautiful person I know.” “Iwa… I can I be honest?” “Sure.” “I don’t want to ruin our friendship dynamic but I have feelings for you.” “Really?” “Yes. I know a lot of people were expecting me to fall for ‘Shittykawa’ but it’s you.” “Funny enough… I like you too.” You two ended up starting to date not long after that and Oikawa did not take the news well. “WHAT MY BEST FRIENDS ARE DATING NOW I HAVE TO THIRD WHEEL ALL OUR HANG OUTS!!”Though he wined a lot he was the most supportive of the relationship and thought how he couldn’t wait to be the best man at your wedding someday. He was happy for the two of you because you both deserve the world.

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