"aEEaE!" you yelped, feeling the cold, wet sensation slide down your back. "tooru, that's so cold! the snow AND your attitude!"

tooru gave you an evil grin in return, feeling satisfied that he managed to get snow under all those layers of yours.

"oh, you are so in for it now you little shit!" you exclaimed, grabbing handfuls of snow and throwing them at him with all your might, to which he easily dodged. (babe he's a pro vb player what were u expecting)

he tackled you to the ground and proceeded to tickle the living shit out of you. on the ground, in the snow, not caring whether or not your neighbors heard your cackles and screams.

"TOHOHOHORU STOHOHOP!" you cried, trying to wriggle away.

"nuh uh!" he answered, sticking out his tongue. "what you get for calling me a little shit! it's 'prince,' 'pretty boy,' 'tooru,' 'oinkers,' 'handsome,' or 'you charmer' to you!"

"TOOHOHORU! MYHYHY PRINCHEHEEHE! STAHAHAHAP!" you yelled through your laughter.

he finally gave you mercy and a chance to catch your breath before giving you a long kiss. still on the ground, in the snow, with no regards to whether or not the neighbors were watching from their windows.

and it was perfect. his kiss made you feel so seen and loved. you kissed back and rubbed your hand on his back.

then, you grabbed some snow and shoved it into his pants and ass.

he screamed and rolled away, getting up and jumping around in an attempt to make it go down faster before wailing when it slid into his boot.

"y/n-chaAaAaAan!" he whined."you're so mean!" he let out some more incoherent whines, going on something about how he's nothing but the kindest, sweetest boyfriend to you.

afterwards, the two of you went back inside to take a bath, have some hot cocoa, (extra whipped cream for tooru! and those little marshmallows. only the miniest ones will suffice.) cuddle, and watch a movie.

it was warm.

the apartment, the blankets, the couch, the hot cocoa, tooru. they were all warm as could be.

of course, your heart too.

Still the same - Oikawa x reader

requested: Could you request a scenario about Oikawa? The situation would be something like your s / o giving you an unsuspecting compliment on how good you look with glasses.lol, I'm using the translator, yyy, I hope you're okay, I'm sending you virtual hugs. <33

A/N: This got longer than expected. Tooru is just one of my favs okay I could write about him forever. This also lowkey hitting hard considering my life rn lol we really ain't getting younger out here

Also pls do tell me how you like my "new" writing style. It's a bit more ... detailed? idk, as I said before it's been a while since I last wrote stuff like this :D

I do take requests rn!

warnings: none

genre: fluff

word count: 500-ish?

It was a melancholic trip, visiting Oikawa’s family back in Miyagi now, years after High School graduation. His family was as sweet as ever, especially since they barely got to see you two nowadays. The days were busy with distant family visiting from all over, finally being able to see the golden son again, the star setter of a successful volleyball team, the Olympic player. At the end of those days, filled with stories of the old and current days, shaking hands and eating lots of traditional food both of you often just fell into bed exhausted. Today however you managed to sneak away from all the family members for a bit. Not that it wasn’t nice. It was the contrary, really. Quite thrilling, to see all these people again, to even meet new family members of his you had never met before. Moments where it was just the two of you were rare though, so you had taken the opportunity after dinner today to sneak out. Hilarious really, you were both perfectly grown adults, if you wanted to leave you could do that whenever you wanted. It still felt thrilling now, like almost coming late to class did back in the day. You had just grabbed the next best jackets laying around and then made your way around town as the sun began to set on the horizon in the distance. It felt familiar yet so foreign to you now, which gave the whole ordeal a completely different mood.

Oikawa lead you up a hill filled with big rocks. There was only a small path you could use, so he always held your hand as he moved up. “Maybe this was a stupid idea after all” he giggled after you almost stumbled again, gripping onto his hand like it was your last lifeline. Which it kind of was, to be fair. “Don’t get cocky now, Crappykawa. I could just leave you up on this hill to rot alone and go back to your loving family alone.” Tooru made a face. “You sound like back in High School.” You just showed him your tongue and continued to climb up. Quiet spread around you again. You were both thinking the same things, about High School. The way you couldn’t stand him for most part of it until quite late into your third year. The way those weeks felt then, before the big exams and afterwards, before graduation. You had always thought you knew everything about the great Oikawa Tooru there was to know – that he’s full of himself, a stubborn volleyball-freak, obsessed with himself and the game – but then realized you really didn’t. You were there when he made the decision to go to Argentina, you had witnessed the entire thought process of his behind this decision. He was vulnerable then, maybe that’s why you fell so hard for him as you did. You had to gulp now, blinking away the tears as you finally reached the mountain top. You remembered the place – he’d confessed to you here, showed you his soul, shared his secrets, his fears, his dreams. “Feels so different here now.” Were the first words coming out of Tooru’s mouth now and you looked at his side profile, took in the orange glow of the sun on his skin and hair. His jaw was more refined now, skin a bit smoother, hair a bit shorter. But he was still the same, deep down. You saw it in his eyes in this exact moment, he was still the eighteen year old with all those dreams, only now had they all come true. Yes indeed, the same man, even in the same jacket. “That’s one old jacket you’re wearing there.” You motion at the blue coat and Tooru follows your gaze. It didn’t really fit him all that well, anymore. The sleeves were clearly too short and tight for his arms, the fabric was strained over his shoulders and he hadn’t even bothered to close the buttons of the jacket in the front. “Hah, a classic. I still look good in it though, right? Right?” He posed in front of you like those models in magazines and you smiled but shook your head. “This is why I despised you in High School.” “You were no fun back then.” You just glared at him. “Yet you still chased me.” “Guess I did.” You grinned at each other and he spread his arms as you walked towards the railing of some kind of platform. In the process something fell out of his pocket and you picked it up with mild interest, only to quickly realize what it is. “Oh my god! Remember those?” You ran up to him all excited now, slapping his arm to get his attention and showing him what he’d just dropped. “My old glasses? Damn, didn’t know these still existed.” He inspected them sceptically for a moment and seemed to consider something before shrugging and putting them on, then looking down at you with raised brows. “What do you think?” You gently bit your lip at the sight, thoughts spiralling back to High School. “When I saw you with glasses for the first time… That was the first time I considered you might not be that much of a bad guy as I had thought.” That seemed to have caught Oikawa off guard, as his facial expression completely dropped to one of disbelief. “Really?!” His voice cracked, too, which made your smile to grow wider. “And now?” He was so eager now, blushing like a school girl. You stepped closer to him, stroking his cheek with your fingers and capturing his eyes with yours, keeping them trained on you. “Still the same.”

UNDYING MEMORIES, FT. OIKAWA TOORU

a/n: for @okkatsudon's somebody new collab! warnings: angst obv, unrequited love, and mentions of food

to be honest, you should have expected this. i mean, what did you think? that after all this time － that he'd come back and tell you the words you longed to hear? that you were all that he needed, and that he was wrong about everything.

yes, you indulged yourself in daydreams like that, images of oikawa tooru: teary eyed with dark circles lining his eyes, rushing up to your front door, holding your hands close to his chest as he mumbled out an apology.

maybe that was wrong, but could they really blame you? you spent the last few years of your highschool life supporting the man in every way you could, not knowing that the relationship helped you too.

you first met him as you walked down the school campus at an hour far later than you'd like to admit. the sky was dark with the stars peppering the night, as you recited the points you wrote down in your paper.

"paleomagnetism is a field of study where－", you mumbled, catching yourself as you tripped on a rock. you were about to continue your way going through the points for your presentation before you heard the thumping of something.

you looked up to see the volleyball court, the windows displaying you a silhouette of a tall boy, hitting a ball repeatedly. you were sure that no one should be out at school at 1 am (apart from you of course.)

you gripped the cold metal doors, a small 'maybe you should just leave him here' whispering out to you in the back of your head before opening the door.

"uh, i think you should really go home now?" you said uncomfortably as the boy, oikawa tooru, whipped his head to face you, his sneer quickly replaced by a forced smile. "the security's going to be doing his rounds soon, and i was almost caught last week." your voice echoed in the empty court, bringing goosebumps to your skin. "yeah? what you were you doing last week?" he said, throwing the ball to the side of the court as he rubbed the collar of his large shirt on his face, wiping the sweat away. "uh, it doesn't matter," you said quickly. "school stuff, anywho, we should be going right now."

a few minutes later, you and oikawa were walking down the streets in silence. to be completely honest, you never expected to see oikawa tooru practising late in night, or well, early in the morning. you'd always heard of him as a star player, someone who always seemed to have everything in control. sure, you'd never interacted with him much, or anyone in any sports team really, so what did you know? but the thought of the star volleyball player working hours after everyone else brought some sort of solace to the student who was working hours after school everyday for their research paper.

that was how the relationship started. it wasn't really a proper friendship. proper friends didn't go for days without talking to each other and then have conversations about the world and how everyone was living out someone else's desired life. at least you think they didn't. maybe that's what made it so easy. it was much more easier to tell a stranger about your secrets than it was to tell someone you knew anyway.

so while you talked to him about your dilemmas of choosing two extremely different fields of studies, he told you about plays he'd been working on. he never told you outright about his worries or feelings of course, but after a while, you seemed to pick up on the small details. the way his eyes didn't scrunch up when he smiled, or when the ends of his sentences were mumbled out. that was when you told him more about yourself. of all the stupid little things you've done, bringing back a little spark in his eyes.

you weren't really sure when that little fire decided to make its way into your heart, but as soon as you noticed, it made everything so much better and worse at the same time.

you were always left with tingles when he came a little too close, your breath hitching. it seemed wonderful really, you loved the excitement it brought you until you saw him with someone else, pressing a chaste kiss to their lips. your heart sunk, the smile on your face melting away.

maybe that should've helped you move on, but for some reason, you never seemed to. you continued your life as always (which was filled with studying for the most part, to be honest), watching the boy you liked wrap his arms around someone else. it definitely should've stopped once you left school and entered university.

it did－ somewhat. you were occupied with school, internships, assignments, and your crumbling social life. it definitely wasn't as bad as it was before, but you always caught yourself drifting off to him, sighing as the memory passed. it wasn't long before you heard he'd gone to become a professional volleyball player. and you were happy for him, you really were. you could tell that it was more than a mere sport for him.

and so when you were faced with the familiar face in the street, dressed in a blazer as you picked up a drink before your important meeting, you smiled slightly. the anger and resentment from all those years were long gone, replaced by a slight twinge that you couldn't really understand. but it didn't really matter anyway.

"oh－ uh hello y/n," oikawa whispered. his voice changed, it was deeper, a little less joyful than you remembered. or maybe he was calmer than he used to be. "hi tooru. it's been a while, hasn't it?"

Slipping Through My Fingers || PT 2

Character: Oikawa X Reader

Word count: 1727

Genre: Angst, fluff

A/N: I tried my best at making a part 2. Just know I wrote this with my little goblin fingers and posting it and now its everyone else's problem

I looked at the two lines on my grandmother’s face that occupied space around her mouth, more wrinkles had formed around her eyes and her eyebags had certainly darkened. I knew just how much time had passed, but, for some reason, I hadn’t noticed how much she had aged until I had gotten the chance to face-time her for this long. It made me wonder just how much of my life had really passed by since I left. I swiped my hand over my face as I let out a heavy sigh and flopped back onto the comfort of my bed and curled up onto my side. “Take care grandma, I’ll be there soon,” I said my goodbye and let the silence envelope the room. My grandfather had a full life. He lived with no regrets, ate and drank what he wanted, worked hard and had a loving family and a supportive wife.  I thought back to those 5, maybe 6 odd years before I made it here. The people I had left behind, they had changed so much. I wondered if I had changed too.

 A face that I wanted to forget flashed inside my head and I groaned in frustration while rolling onto my back and placing my arm over my eyes, the other playing with the necklace on my chest. “It’s been years Toru. They broke up with you,” I tried to remind myself as I forced myself to pack a suitcase and tried to convince myself that the passing of my grandfather was the only reason that I was going back.

The welcome wasn’t as warm as I was hoping as the harsh winter snow coated the floor. Things felt stagnant for a while after the funeral. I felt twice as empty, staying in the house of the town I no longer wanted to call home. “You look miserable uncle Toru,” Takeru teased and I ruffled his hair in response. “Yeah I’m miserable you’ve gotten so big already,” I tried to joke back. “I’m not gonna stay small forever you know.” He grinned and I shook my head. “What a shame, you were cuter when you were smaller,” I teased right back and smirked at him whining in protest. I made my way to the door, grabbing my coat and putting on some shoes. “I’m going for a walk, tell your mom I’ll be back in a bit-” “Bring back something for me,” He demanded and I scoffed. “You got most of all the things I brought back,” I retaliated as I closed the door. He still had some of his spoiled, childish ways. I guess sometimes old habits die hard. 

Like most things I had noticed, there weren’t many drastic changes to the tiny town we resided in, most if it remained the same, save for the odd color changes of buildings and the renaming of stores. I shivered as a gust of icy wind rushed through the streets, my teeth chattering as I hastily took a step inside the closest store to escape the cold, the chime from the door bringing welcome greetings as I rubbed my hands together. The scent of hot cocoa and coffee filled my nose and as I looked around,  before rolling my eyes at the location. Ofcourse, fate had to lead me to one of the last places I ever wanted to see again in this life. My eyes landed on the all too familiar table that was occupied by a mother and their child, the last memory of being inside the cafe opening up a dark chamber of my mind that I wished would remain shut.

“Toru?” I blinked and I was 18 again and the pain in my chest flaring up and suddenly I didn’t feel so cold anymore. My stare lingered on the figure before me, not knowing how to process the time catching up to me and my heartbeat abusing my ribcage. I guess I never got over it. “It’s nice to see you. It’s been so long.. When did you get back?” They asked and my words caught in my throat. I wasn’t sure what I wanted my first words to them to be. Wasit nice to see them? I pondered for a second too long and they noticed the shock on my face. “A few days ago,” I informed them, forgoing the greeting. I couldn’t decide if it was nice to see them. “My grandfather passed.” That was the only reason I was there. I reminded myself. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family,” they prattled on as I scanned them. The same voice, the same hair, the same lips, the same cautious kindness that warmed me from the inside. “While you’re here, if you get some time, we should catch up,” they pitched the idea and I considered it for a second. “Are you busy now?” I watched them as they shook their head slowly, the both of us clearly just as shocked as the other. 

‘This is a mistake,’ I thought to myself as we both rattled our brains for something to say to the other. I simmered in the silence as I absentmindedly twirled the warm coffee cup in my hand as I stole a glance at them. They looked nervous. They should be, they were the one that broke me; broken us.

“How are you? Apart from your grandfather? I know how much he meant to you.” They broke the silence first, and I was adamant to not reply and make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was, but I decided to hold the lava from spilling over. There wasn’t anything that I could gain from erupting years later. “I’m fine,” I replied with a shrug, watching them nod, the eye contact making them shy away from me, their entire body shifting to lean on their left side. “Is this what we’re just going to do? Sit and chat like we’re friends?” I sipped my coffee and they sniffled. “I’m sorry, all those years ago, I was afraid to commit,” They cried softly, using the heel of their palm to wipe the tears, their glasses getting in the way. “And I was just the unlucky bastard back then huh?” I rolled my eyes, trying to not let the sight of them in tears get to me. A part of my heart would always belong to them. “I waited for a call, or a text. I kept hoping that you would eventually show up,” They whimpered and I found it hard to believe. “That’s a bit selfish isn’t it? You broke up with me,” I recalled the incident and they sighed heavily. “Why didn’t you reach out to me? I was hurting so much, I almost got sent back home.” That was the first time that I had ever revealed that to anyone. “I wanted to give you time. You walked away so angry, I didn’t want to make it worse. I mean, could you blame me? We were young and you were going to be gone for a long time and in a foreign place. I was so insecure of myself I didn’t know what to do so I panicked.” I listened to their words and tried to process the truth behind it. “But I’m glad that you moved on and we can still talk like this here today, even if you hate me.” They sobbed softly and I thanked whatever God that was watching over us right now that the cafe was empty.

A thick silence fell upon the two of us as I thought about what I could say next as I watched them dry the tears on their cheeks. “I could never hate you,” I admitted softly and exhaled, reaching into my shirt to tug the piece of jewelry out for them to see. “I wore this everyday since I left.” I sported the necklace with two rings. “You know, I was so angry, I thought I would get over you but, anyone that I saw, they weren’t you. I hated myself for it. I thought about you everyday but I never reached out because I wanted you to hurt the same way that you made me hurt,” I inhaled sharply, my breath ragged as the lava overflowed but, rather than a hot anger, I felt the coolness of relief relax my shoulders. It felt like I was finally letting out a secret that I had kept bottled for far too long. “I never moved on. I can’t move on,” I scoffed bitterly as they eyed the necklace. It then occurred to me, what were we even doing here? What was the point of this entire conversation? For closure or for us to just admit that we were stupid? Or to subject myself to more pain?

“Are you saying that you still love me?” They brought me out of my train of thought and I swallowed the thickness in my throat and nodded. “There won’t be anyone else for me besides you,” I declared and as we both stood, I felt a part of me fit snugly right where it belonged, my face in the crook of their neck, my arms circling their waist, lost in time as I felt like myself for the first time in so many years. As we pulled away I was taken by surprise at the bold press of their lips to mine. They tasted like chamomile tea on a rainy day, the softness of their lips taking me back to us kissing for the first time outside the school gym. I was twice as nervous and kissed them without thinking; good thing Iwaizumi had caught us before the coach did.

A year and a half later, we exchanged vows together in an entirely new country on the beach, our family and friends celebrating by our sides. Slipping away from the noise to get some time to ourselves for the first time that day, we walked along the shore of the beach, the gentle waves rushing over our feet as we strolled. I watched them marvel at the few stars that lined the sky and if I didn’t know then, I knew now; whatever we went through, I would never regret loving them, not now, not ever, especially in this lifetime.

Masterlist

you feel embarrassed. The dress you are wearing is too revealing and you are scared other guys would hit you up. You want to change it, but he stops you by grabbing your waist from behind and murmuring in your ear "so? Let them, that's all they can do because unlike they won't be the one taking that dress off tonight".

-> atsumus, KUROO, OIKAWA, kenma, SAKUSA, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, suna.

doing that silly little lipstick tiktok trend to the song “k.” by cigarettes after sex with them. when you pan the camera to him wiping away your smudged lipstick and he’s just staring at you with so much adoration and a little smile on his lips—face covered in kiss marks. which causes you to smile hard at the sight. once the audio cuts off and the video stops you turn to him, “see that was fun wasn’t it?” and he’s completely zoned or now just staring at your lips—his slightly parted. you know exactly what he wants now and you wouldn’t hesitate to lean in to lock your lips with his. once you pull out of the kiss he’s cheesing and is all, “if there’s ever anymore trends like that don’t even ask me, i’ll do it no questions asked.”

ATSUMU, SEMI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, kuroo, BOKUTO, konoha, ARAN, SUNA, hinata, SUGAWARA, daichi, TANAKA, NOYA, kyotani, TERUSHIMA, aone, tendo,

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"you have really long eyelashes"

it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?

"thanks?" he replies

"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.

they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.

he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.

but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.

"can i-"

"no" he cuts you off.

"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.

"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.

"i'll buy you you're favorite food."

and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.

you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.

you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.

"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.

"still?"

"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.

"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.

he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.

"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.

"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.

"all of them?"

"yes, all of them."

he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.

KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.

Well, this is probably a long way from reality, but you only have to stop for a moment and think about it.

They fucking love your tits. They love that they're the size of their hands, perfectly made to be groped. They love them no matter what their state, though they admit to feeling like they're in a dream when your nipples are fully erect, so they only have one reason to put their fingers and tongues to work.

But most of all, they /love/ how they fucking bounce with every thrust.

"Hah baby, I can't even look at them. If I do... I- I’ll fill ya up so - hard, and… and I don't assure I'll cum again if...- if I think about how your pussy would spill over with my cum."

If they can't see them, they want to at least feel them. They would release their grip on your hips and move towards them, pressing down hard enough to let their hands dance with them up and down, up and down.

"Mhmm but... I-I think I can put them to better use, wanna see?"

They would wait for the exact right moment to leaving you whining and with your pussy swollen and red, tightening around nothing. They would look up at you and smile victoriously as they let their cock rest between your tits, making you squeeze them around it, and starting to move again as fast as they would have moved in your pussy.

"Yeah... this is what I mean when I say your tits are fucking perfect. Nngh j-jerking me just as good as your little cunt. Now wanna see that mouth wide open baby... ‘cause 'm close, hah I-I'm almost there."

How hard they would cum watching how your tits cradle him until he cums hard on them, splashing into your mouth, and forming a trail of cum between them as he pulls away.

That's why they're wonderful, because they're yours.

TENDOU, ATSUMU, Oikawa, Akaashi, SUNA, Kenma, KAGEYAMA, Sakusa, DAISHOU, OSAMU, Hanamaki, MATSUKAWA

𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 - Part 2

Feat. Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani

Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her

Aoba Johsai

Since Seijoh’s volleyball club was very popular among the students, the coach had no problems in looking for someone to be there while you weren’t

In fact, the coach found two, mostly because there were a lot of duties during that week

Unnecessary in the eyes of the team, they were fine before you, they don’t need two of them now

Not even a day passed when the team were dreading this decision; not only they were Oikawa fans to begin with, but they were also annoying

Even Oikawa couldn’t find joy in this situation

The normally heartthrob of the team, the one that adores receiving attention, couldn’t stand them, missing your *playful* punches and scoldings

You luckily were able to hang out with them after their Sunday practice, when it had become a tradition to go to the nearest shopping mall to eat a meal as a team

So to surprise them, you went there without them, planning to raid their table

When you saw them walking into the food court you couldn’t help but giggle, one girl was holding the arm of a very disgusted Oikawa, while the other was clearly acting like a dude alongside an annoyed Iwaizumi, everyone else ignoring them

You started looking at the menus, deciding what to eat, ordering a burger and some fries

“Wow, you’re eating…that? Someone is not thinking about hot girls summer” you hear from your left, one of the girls looking at you as if you were committing a sin

“yeah I don’t care”

“That’s all you’re getting? I could not eat only that, I’m ordering like 6 burgers” another voice comes from your other side, the other girl was there too

“…ok” you say, starting to understand why the team was so fed up with them. The team looks mean, but they were never unnecessary rude

“can I have a salad? I wish I could eat..that, but I’m too worried about how I look, you know” the girl in your left says

“I just got done playing volleyball with the team, so I need like…6.000.000 calories, imagine only eating a salad” the other says, making you sigh

“I love your make up, by the way! It’s so…natural, I wish I had the confidence to not care about how I look on public, good for you!” the girl says with a sarcastic tone

“imagine even wearing make up every day and trying that hard, like I just roll out of bed an-”

“I don’t care about any of your thoughts, so shut up please” you say annoyed, you didn’t know if you were annoyed, uncomfortable or straight up angry, but before you could add anything else an arm wraps your shoulder

“Yn-chaan!” Oikawa squishes you

“Yn-san, you’re here!” Kindaichi exclaims, relief appearing on his face. Kunimi gets slightly closer to you, a move that means that he wants some type of affection, so you pat his head

“Y-you know her?” the princess type of girl asks, eyes wide

“She is our dear manager” Matsukawa adds, Hanamaki nodding with a smirk that only grew bigger when the girl shrieks

“H-her?! But she looks so weak! And I bet she doesn’t know shit about sports! Like.. she’s a girl!” the ‘tomboy’ girl says now

“don’t get too comfortable now, you were just a substitute for her, not the other way around. She is the best manager we could ever ask for” Oikawa says mockingly, hugging you tighter

“b-b-but…”

“you can leave now, we have our manager back, we don’t need you two here anymore” Iwaizumi ends the conversation, taking your tray with food as they all take you to the table

“I still have a few days that I can’t be there” you tell them once you were sitting

“we’ll manage” Iwaizumi says

“What Yn-chaan? Are you sure you aren’t missing this handsome face of mi-ouch!” Oikawa tries to say, but you punch him making the team laugh

You were at peace again

Fukurodani

Despite having another managers in their rooster, the coach decided to ask the manager of other team to help them out

After all the team is big, so another hand wouldn’t be bad

The team was nice, so they did try their best to make her feel welcome eve if it was for a week and a half

But she was making things hard

Washio tried to be a gentleman, but he ended up not interacting much with her

Konoha, in the other hand, was sarcastic, but she was either too dense or too delusional to realize

Akaashi tried to be understanding, but even he was starting to get tired of it

And Bokuto, even with his loud and extroverted personality, ended up just trying to avoid her

When you came back, you had the *amazing* opportunity to meet her first hand, right after entering the gym

What the guys have told you wasn’t particularly encouraging, yet you still wanted to give her a fair shot

“Why are you looking at me? It’s just a knee brace, you never seen something like this?” she tells you, before you could even say hi

“well, hi, nice to meet you too”

“So…you are the manager? The one that I’m replacing? Well, of course you don’t know what this is, since you don’t play any sports”

“well, before I kinda did some cheerleading, but it wasn't for me so I joined this idiots and…”

“exactly! Cheerleading isn’t a sport! Gosh, how are you even the manager of this team”

“Yn!!” Bokuto enters the gym, hugging you tightly as he spins around. Akaashi was behind, who gives you a smile

“If you were wondering! I got injured by playing football…and then basketball and then volleyball with the boys, remember that Bokuto?!”

“eh..nope” bokuto answers confused

“Well me neither”

“anyways! I’m back on the team, so thank you for…well, being here. I’ll take care of it from here on out…unless the guys want you to stay..?” you say

“NO!” a collective answer came in, way too quickly. You resisted a laugh

“well, that settles it, good luck with your knee brace” you push her out softly, a grunt coming from her

“Thank god you’re back Yn-chan” Akaashi tells you, the team patting your head lovingly

“we should celebrate! After practice lets go to eat!” Bokuto adds

“okay! Bokuto is paying!” Konoha says, going to the court to start practicing

You see bokuto whine as he goes too, everyone joining while making fun of the owl boy.

WHEN YOUR CO-WORKER CALLS HIMSELF YOUR “WORK HUSBAND”

synopsis: how he reacts to your co-worker calling himself your “work husband”

featuring: miya atsumu, oikawa tooru, & iwaizumi hajime. fem!reader.

content warning(s): jealousy, possessive boys, weird co-worker, suggestive at iwa’s part 😵 sorry my hands slipped lmao. also grammar mistakes … have mercy i wrote this kinda half asleep + use of wife

naia’s footnote: yk that work wife thing? yeah, that but with a twist with the hq men 🤭 jealous scenarios are my guilty pleasure LOL i wrote this when i was supposed to be doing smth actually productive 😓‼️also i got carried away w atsumu’s haha

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! rb’s & likes are appreciated

#01 — WHEN COMING AS YOUR PLUS ONE IN YOUR OFFICE’S FANCY EVENT, MIYA ATSUMU didn’t want to admit it but he kind of expected to be fawned over by your female colleagues — not that he wanted them to! It’s just … expected, seeing how absolutely hot your husband is (the expensive suit and tie and all). What he did not expect was being introduced to your … what was it? Ahh, yes, “work husband”.

The absolute audacity and sheer nerve of this bastard to call himself that in front of him, the actual husband on the documents and in your heart.

Work husband. He scoffs silently, face scrunching up in irritation, poking his cheeks with his tongue instead of making a fuss in this exclusive event where lots of important people are present. As much as he cares for obliterating this man in front of him, he cares more about you and didn’t want to cause you any issues with your workplace.

(Though, if this ugly scrub touches your arm again and joke about Atsumu being the side chick, he wasn’t so sure that he wouldn’t cause a scene.)

Besides, the 24 karat gold necklace hanging around your neck with his initials attached to the chains and the elegant ring on your finger makes it painfully clear that your self-proclaimed work husband has no chance against the Miya Atsumu.

BONUS:

Atsumu may have acted mature about the situation while in the event, but behind closed doors he was whining and grumbling about that annoyin’ scrub.

“— like I still can’t believe he had the guts to say that in front of me!” He scoffs, face scrunching up again, his mouth forming a scowl. “Work husband… tsk, i’m yer only husband! hell, i’ll be yer work husband, house husband, and every other fuckin’ husband title there is!”

Instead of informing your husband that it doesn’t work like that, you nod to every word he said every time he looks at your eyes to back him up on his rant.

“Yes baby, I know. Now why don’t we get you a trophy with all those husband titles, hm?” You jokingly offered, patting his fluffy blonde hair.

Next week a package arrived carrying a shiny gold trophy with the words “Miya Y/n’s only house husband, work husband, and everything else in between” customized on the front <3

#02 — OIKAWA TOORU SCOFFED AFTER SOME IRRELEVANT, MEDIOCRE, UGLY MAN introduced himself as your “work husband”, somewhat offended because someone dared crown themselves a self-proclaimed title as your work husband — like that bastard is even worthy enough to be breathing the same air as you!

He recognizes this man to be the man you ranted to him about that was inappropriately acting like he’s close with you and many other women of your office.

Wanting to do you and the other women of your office a favor, he decided to humble him.

“Last time I checked, there was no side piece. And if there were to be a side piece — which will never happen by the way! — my wife would pick someone better looking than you. As you can see she has great taste, since she married me and only me. But you should know that by now, hm? Our wedding was even on the news!” showing the ring on his finger, wiggling it even to show emphasis, his tone and his (threatening) smile was friendly, but you all know that it was anything but that.

Oikawa Tooru is an intimidating opponent, both in and out of the court.

#03 — NEVER IN HIS 25 YEARS OF LIVING HAS IWAIZUMI HAJIME met a more annoying and repulsive person such as the man in front of him that cockily and casually called himself as your “work husband”.

You felt his beefy arms tighten around your waist, he leans in to you closely, his hot breath heating up your ears as he asked you with low voice, however still (purposely) loud enough for the guy in front of you two to hear. “Baby, do you even know him?”

You nodded, “He’s just some guy in the finance department who’s really weird, Hajime. I don’t even remember his name. Sato? Aoki?”

The man before you deflated, his cocky stance nowhere to be seen as he scoffs defensively, “It’s Nakamura —”

“— Yeah, sure, well my wife and I have somewhere else to be now. So goodbye Ishikawa-san.” He purposely used a different name — politely even, to mock him and push his buttons.

“It’s Nakamu —”

“Bye Sato-kun!” You played along with your husband’s petty antics, waving him off before locking your arms around Hajime’s before snuggling close to him as you two walked away. The both of you bursting out laughing once you guys think the guy was far away enough to not hear you two.

“Have you seen his face! He deserved that humbling experience!” You snorted, Hajime rolling his eyes as he remembers the guy.

“Okay but who even is he really? Is he always so flirtatious with you? What even is a work husband? Last time I checked, I’m the one who gave you that new last name of yours.” He grumbled, irritated at the thought of that bastard flirting with you at work when your husband wasn’t there.

“Aw, babe, you know that you’re the only one for me.” you patted his cheeks affectionately, smiling at him while giggling.

He does. He knows it, a bit too well at times. So he sighs and he lets it go. Because he knows that at the end of the day, he’s the one you come home to, he’s the one you cling onto while watching your favorite shows, he’s the one that rests his free hand on your thighs whenever you two go for a drive.

And tonight, he’s the one that will lay you down on the bed and touch you, talk to you, and feel you in ways that only he can do.

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

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

✧ word count 857

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Can you do a carnival date? any character pls :)

ANON IM SO SORRY I WROTE IT DOWN BUT NEVER REALIZED I DIDNT POST IT 😭😭 I HOPE YOU STILL LOVE IT

“look, tooru! they have deep fried ice cream here!”

oikawa turned to look at you, seeing your arm extended and pointing to the direction of the food stand. the stand was illuminated by the flickering lights and the neon signs plastered around. lit by one of the lights displayed their fried foods, the ice cream being the center of attention on the sign.

he laughed, and grabbed your hand to take you to the vendor. “okay, okay,” he chuckled. “we can get deep fried ice cream.”

the annual fair had come into town, much to the delight of yourself. it was an opportunity to get onto some rides and attractions, eat some wild food, and play the games that were obviously rigged yet you still played for the fun of them. of course, oikawa enjoyed the fair too, but he enjoyed it solely because of your excitement over it.

“heya, what can i get you folks?” the cashier smiled at the two of you, leaning on his hands as he stared at you and oikawa.

“four deep fried ice cream, please,” oikawa smiled back, handing the money to the cashier.

“of course! here’s your change, and let me get you your order,” he gleefully spoke as he turned around to ask for your order. almost immediately, he turned back around and in his hands were the desserts you were craving.

“thank you!” both you and oikawa responded, oikawa taking the dessert from him and walking away as you stared at the plate of food.

“here, open.” oikawa had scooped a spoonful of the treat onto his spoon, placing it in front of your face as you opened your mouth and took it.

the ice cream was both creamy yet crunchy, warm yet cold, and altogether really good. you grinned to yourself, watching oikawa take his own portion and scoop it into his mouth.

“it’s really good!” you gladly spoke.

oikawa grinned, eyes closing as he smiled through his eyes. the two of you walked away from the vendor, walking along the street to see what other things were around.

the two of you looked around, finding different foods that all sounded way too good for your nearly-full stomach—cheesy fries, pizza cones, corn in a cup. there were even peculiar foods like fried frog legs that weren’t something you were particularly craving. though, it was fun to window shop as you headed down to the rides.

oikawa stopped to look around first, figuring out what rides stood out to the both of you, until you poked at him to grab his attention.

“tooru, want to try the bumper cars first?” you pointed to the left and he saw the short line of people waiting for the ride. he nodded, and you grabbed his hand as you ran towards the ride, the both of you laughing as you raced over there.

as soon as you got there, the next group of people were starting to board. you each handed your tickets off to the ride operator, sitting down in separate cars.

“you ready to get your ass kicked, y/n?” oikawa had challenged.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him. “nah, you better be prepared, tooru.

the ride buzzed, and the carts started moving. you stepped hard onto the pedal, oikawa doing the same, and you zipped off into his direction until your cars crashed into each other. you bounced off of his car, taking the opportunity to drive away. oikawa drove behind you, attempting to catch up to you, but instead turned around to try and cut you off.

he was successful, as you didn’t expect his surprise maneuver, and you crashed the side of his cart. he laughed in triumph, and the ride buzzed again, signaling the end. the two of you let out a breathy laugh, oikawa taking his seatbelt off first to help you get out of the car.

“well well, i think we know who’s the winner here,” he teased.

“ugh, shut up,” you smiled, pushing him away from you, feigning your upset attitude. he laughed, walking up to you to try and hug you, but you continued your act.

“aw babe, don’t be a sore loser,” he grinned. he turned around in a hurry, looking for something until he noticed a carnival game in the distance, something he thought would be easy for him to win a prize. “i’ll win the game for you and get you a prize, babe. then you won’t be upset at me.”

your ears perked at the mention of a prize. you turned to see him smiling bashfully at you, holding out his hand for you to take. you took his hand, and let him drag you to the stand.

at the stand were stations, and at each station was a stack of milk bottles. the worker walked up to the two of you, holding out a bean bag for one of you to take. “knock all them down, win a big prize. care to try?”

oikawa took out some of his extra tickets and handed it to the worker, taking one of the bean bags she held out.

he toyed with the bean bag for a bit before looking at his target. he squinted, calculating whatever he was calculating in his head. he posed his arm as if he were to throw it, but only extended it and didn’t actually let go of the bean bag. he continued his inspection, tongue out and focused, until he let his hand fall down.

“alright, i’m ready! this is for you, babe,” he winked at you, and you smiled and rolled your eyes, staring at the milk bottles a few feet away.

oikawa took a deep breath, and took a step behind him. he held onto the bean bag with both hands, turned his body back, and in one swift movement threw the bean bag and lunged forward, hitting all the milk bottles down to the ground.

you were shocked. these games were all but luck, but maybe luck had been on his side. you ran up to him in excitement, where the two of you screamed for joy. the worker walked back to your station, smiling at your celebration.

“congratulations! you can pick any of those prizes up there.”

your selection was minimal, only offering three different stuffed animals. one was a unicorn, the other a penguin, and the one that stood out to you—a giraffe.

“the giraffe, please!”

as the worker took it down, you didn’t realize how gigantic it really was. compared to you, it was as if the giraffe had swallowed you whole.

“thank you, tooru! i’ll sleep with it forever!”

“and not me, y/n?”

“nope, this is your replacement now,” you cheekily laughed. all he could do was laugh at your mischief, and admire how happy you looked with the prize he won for you.

the two of you continued enjoying yourselves at the fair—playing more games, eating some more food, and getting on the rides. the day went by without any care of what time it was or the money you spent. all that mattered to oikawa was your happiness.

and it seemed evident that you were happy when you placed a loving kiss on his cheek as you walked back to the car, whispering a thank you in his ear for your carnival date.

WHEN YOU HAVE A BAD DAY

“Sit on my face, and tell me about your day baby.”

☆ — iwaizumi, bokuto, atsumu, kuroo, and kita

*Picks you up from work and fucks you in the car*

☆ — osamu, suna, oikawa, iwaizumi again

sluttsumu 2023

HIGH TENSION SCENARIOS WITH HQ BOYS

RIDING PUBLIC TRANSPORT – where it's peak hour on the train, and you're getting squashed against him. you can smell his minty deodorant and, if you're not imagining things, hear the thumps of his heart in his chest. (it's your fault for looking up at him through your eyelashes!!) when you're nearing your stop, he leans down and whispers in your ear, "we're getting off soon."

IWAIZUMI, ushijima, osamu, bokuto, daichi (SORRY IM NAMING ALL THE BEEFY MEN...)

TOUCHING SHOULDERS – you are watching a movie together when he starts getting comfortable and scoots closer, accidentally grazing his shoulder against yours. none of you are focusing on the movie and you're both thinking to yourselves, does this mean anything more?

akaashi, kita, KAGS (boy would start blushing SO much), kenma, sugawara, sakusa

SHARING A BED – awkwardly lying as far away from each other as possible, only to wake up with entangled limbs and your head on his chest. one of you wakes up first and quietly observes how peaceful the other looks and how beautiful they were with the soft morning sun kissing their skin.

yamaguchi, mattsun, ushijima, sugawara, hinata, SAKUSA (this man will literally ASK you to sleep further from him before unknowingly spooning you in his sleep lol)

PUTTING SOMETHING OUT OF YOUR REACH – he probably just showed you an unglam picture that he took of you, and you reached over to snatch his phone out of his hand. but he's quicker - he raises his phone above his head to make you jump for it. he smiles smugly while you whine, tiptoeing to the best of your efforts. both of you are suddenly very aware of the sudden proximity between you. tense silence ensues

kuroo, SUNA, oikawa, TSUKISHIMAdjkfnsdkfn, tendou, atsumu, bokuto??

inspired by this tiktok: https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8uasSBx/

🥐 reblogs are very appreciated!!

HE MIGHT'VE ... MESSED UP.

🏐 genre: fluff !

🍰 summary: he might've pushed you a little over the edge, and when you gave him the silent treatment, he couldn't handle it. he's gonna make it up to you, somehow.

🍥 author's note: is this just an excuse to make an smau? yes no

atsumu miya

atsumu tends to be very annoying when you're ignoring him. you used to think he was aware on how clingy and irritating he can be in hope to get your attention, but no, you have a feeling that–with how much he's been blowing your notifs up, he's probably unaware of how insufferable his apology is. but in a way, it becomes a little... sweet. just a little bit.

fast forward to a few hours later, and he's at your doorstep with all your favorite foods. he calls you, and in a sweet (yet unbearably smug) voice, tells you, "see, sweetie? it's not easy to ignore me... now please don't ignore me ever again, i can't take it... and let me in, please? i wanna apologize! and maybe... make out with you as an apology?"

he's looking up at you with desperation in his brown orbs, with a smile that really hoped you'd let him in and correct his mistakes; and show you that he loves you too much to let you stay mad at him for so long.

tooru oikawa

oikawa isn't the best at communication, despite being so charismatic and able to charm so many of his fans, he has always been scared of losing you. he has had exes before, but he never wished to make one out of you; he loved you too much, he couldn't imagine his life before he met you anymore or had you as his own. hence, he did everything in his power to get you back... through messaging you desperately.

surprisingly, this worked.

and the next day, he was at your beck and call. he'd carry your bag and things for you, take you to your every class, compliment you here and there, treat you to your favorite snacks, buy you things to keep you from getting angry at him, and dedicating every serve at practice for you, despite the other guys on the team (specifically iwaizumi) wanting to punch him for indirectly showing off his lovely girlfriend.

but, no matter, as long as he fixed his mistake and made you happy again... he was okay with it all.

rintaro suna

this boy had a tendency to anger you, and being his girlfriend, you were basically forced to be the butt of all his teasing. one day, he went too far on accident, and you ignored him for almost a week. if this was anyone else, suna would just shrug it off and wait until they'd talk to him again.

but you weren't just anybody. you were the one to suna, even if he didn't show it–he loved you, and he missed having you by his side. he knew he needed to talk to you again, no matter how awkward it'd be.

and he did just that. he facetimed you in the middle of practice and apologized to you over the phone with his classic neutral face. but his tone was slightly different, it carried an air of genuine apology–and his eyes bore into yours, not tearing his eyes away from you for even a second.

he hopes he can be with you tomorrow at school, so he can admire all your beauty the next day. he'll cut back on the teasing, for now, he'll just compliment you and tell the truth: you're too gorgeous for him to handle (while showing you atsumu and osamu's latest brawl).

You sit on his broad back as he does push-ups. You almost jumping up as he tirelessly rams his hands up and down on the floor. You mewl as there is not sight of him finishing. getting bored, doing nothing, But holding his shoulders for support. Feeling your legs numb from sitting on him, you try to get off, but he growls every time you try to escape from him.

"Be a good girl and stay still."

-> SAKUSA, Osamu, IWAIZUMI, daichi, aone, KYOTANI, KAGEYAMA, USHIJIMA.

You are underneath him as he gives you a kiss every time he bends down. He gives you like three kisses in one second as his palms unconsciously move to fell your plump lips on his. He is not going to stop anytime soon as you whine that you have a lot of other things to do, but you are trapped in his arms as his muscular tighs press against your legs.

"My legs feel tired, when you are not underneath them"

-> OIKAWA, atsumu, aran, nishinoya, HINATA, BOKUTO, kita, KOMORI.

You are sitting on his legs giving him an access to freely lift himself up. His shirt is off as you have a chance to stare at his toned-up abs. Your lips are in a kissable way. You wanted him to kiss you while doing his work-out, but he being a jerk wanted you to suffer. As he was lifting his body, he would get too close to your face but before you could kiss each other, he would back away, smirking.

"Greedy, are we?"

-> KUROO, SUNA, matsukawa, semi, TSUKISHIMA, yaku, akaashi, hanamaki.