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slutmegeto · 2 months

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solandis

such a pretty little kitten you are for them.

tw. nsfw, smut, collaring, lingerie, oral (both male and female receiving), threesome, rough unprotected sex, spit roasting, restraints (handcuffs), choking, slapping, implied yandere, implied kidnapping, praise, dubcon, slight noncon, use of slut, use of master, slight pet play mdni!

pairing: iwaoi x f!reader

"iwa-chan, isn't she pretty?"

cheeks a pretty pink, you keep your gaze lowered, hands gripping the edge of the lacy, see-through lingerie you were wearing so tight that your knuckles are white.

anything to distract you from the heavy gazes on you.

anything to distract you from the thick leather sat snuggly around your neck, trying to ignore the way it feels like you can't breathe or the way it digs into your skin.

"yeah," iwaizumi grunts, voice low in a way that has you tensing. "real pretty."

a hand falls on top of your head, large and firm and you try to resist the urge to flinch, slowly peering up through your lashes only to see oikawa grinning brightly down at you. the second his eyes catch yours, the grin fades into a mocking pout as he crouches, moving so he's directly in front of you.

his hand lowers, taking a strand of your hair in between his fingers, all whilst iwaizumi watches closely from behind him.

oikawa's fingers dig into the tiny space between your neck and the collar they'd placed on you, shoving through the small space as you wince in response, trying to ignore the sting as you're tugged forward. he pulls until your face is right in front of his, lips inches apart.

"do you like your gift, baby?" oikawa coos, letting his eyes drift across your face as his thumb strokes the dangling metal from the front loop of the collar that read; iwa and kawa's kitty.

your brain turns numb, unable to find the words to answer as you stare dumbly back at him because... because how could he possibly think you'd like it?

"oi," iwaizumi barks, causing you to jump in the spot. "shittykawa asked you a question."

fear striking you, you nod best you can in oikawa's grip. "y-yes," you whisper, voice shaky and faint as you force the words out. of course you didn't, but you weren't about to say that. not to them. "i do."

oikawa smiles, bright and twinkling, his hand leaving your collar to instead brush back your hair and tuck it behind your ear, carressing your cheek. "whaddya say, then, pretty?"

you meet his eyes, desperate for him to not make you say it. but he continues to stare at you expectantly and a glance past his shoulder at iwaizumi has you met with a similar stare, if not harsher. demanding.

swallowing thickly, you lower your gaze. "thank you..."

"thank you...?"

shame floods you, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs as you try to pull away. "thank you.... masters."

oikawa beams and even iwaizumi lets a small smile grace his lips as you utter the words they'd been waiting for. you're completely and wholeheartedly at their mercy and it's been this way for longer than you can remember. they surrounded you completely, never letting you leave the house or see anyone else.

you've become solely dependant on them. involuntarily, they've become your whole world with no escape in sight.

you'd learned long ago it was better to just go along with their whims; it was always less painful that way. from bruises to a red and blistered bottom that left you unable to sit without aching in pain for weeks... there was no escape and no amount of struggle ever helped you. so even if it burned with shame and made you sick, you did what they wanted and said what they told you to.

you let them dress you up. you let them parade you around. you let them treat you like their doll. you let them fuck you whenever they wanted and use you in whatever way they saw fit.

it was just easier that way.

at least... at least that way, it didn't hurt all the time.

oikawa sends a glance back at iwaizumi and understanding his meaning, iwaizumi nods, turning and making his way over to the closet. your heart spikes when you see him move, eyes widening as you flicker your gaze from him to oikawa.

"what... what is he—"

"shh, shh," oikawa soothes, petting your hair like some sort of animal in a mock attempt to calm you. "don't worry your pretty little head about it, angel. here. i need you to do something for me, kay?"

you can hear iwaizumi shuffling around with things in the background, but knowing you won't know what he's getting until they want you to know, you reluctantly comply. turning back to oikawa, you nod slowly.

"put your hands behind your back," you move to do so. "that's our good girl. just like that. clasp your hands together—yes, just like that. look at you. listening like you're supposed to."

swallowing thickly, you shuffle on your knees, still kneeling on the carpetted floor of the bedroom.

a second later, a shadow falls behind you.

"you find them, iwa-chan?"

he grunts in recognition, and you can hear him kneel behind you. your body tenses in anticipation, flinching faintly when his hand finally falls on you, grabbing your arm with his large hand, rubbing the skin up and down in a slow, languid motion.

his hand then lowers, grabbing your left wrist, hands still clasped together, until you feel cold metal press against your skin. your eyes widen, shoulders tensing, but oikawa grabs you by the neck, holding you still by squeezing just faintly, enough to have your lips parting in a gasp as you hear a sharp click followed by the same cold metal falling against your right wrist and the same click.

iwaizumi lets go and you unclasp your hands, only to find them stuck together by the pair of handcuffs iwaizumi had just wrapped around your wrists.

"wha—"

you don't get to finish what you'd been about to say. you're cut off by a squeal leaving your lips as iwaizumi suddenly grabs you by the waist and halls you up and off your feet. oikawa lets go of your neck as he steps back, grinning at you with a wink before you're suddenly flipped and tossed.

you hit the bed with a couple bounces, arms locked behind you and unable to steady yourself as you blink.

iwaizumi is suddenly over you before you have enough time to process what's happened. he crawls onto the bed, your body dipping in response, grabbing you by the waist once again and this time flipping you over so you're on your knees again. he shifts, moving so he's underneath you, your upper half hovering over his lower half, his hands having shifted to your shoulders to hold you up.

then, he lets go and without the use of your hands, you fall against him, unsteadied, your face falling right on top of his erection which pokes into your cheek.

you're bewildered, overwhelmed, and scared.

"what is—"

a pair of familiar hands settle on your hips and you feel something sharp poke into your ass. you don't need to look to know it's oikawa; the movements of his hands running across your ass, feeling his fingers pushing the edge of your camisole up your back, leaving you bare since they never let you wear underwear anymore, unless you were on your period.

"poor baby," oikawa hums, "you're confused, aren't you?"

"i—"

"don't worry," he cuts you off, "we'll take good care of you. won't we, iwa-chan?"

iwaizumi's hand falls on your head, stopping you from raising your head like you'd been about to, and instead presses your cheek further into his erection, the zipper of his jeans biting into your skin. "of course," iwaizumi agrees, as if that's obvious.

you can't see either of them with the way your head is positioned and the fear of being restrained is making it hard to breathe. you move to say something again, but your words fall silent the second you feel something warm and wet press against your pussy.

it's oikawa. he's pressing a kiss against the lips of your pussy, soft, gentle kisses as his hands squeeze the fat of your ass and you're gasping in response, body jerking.

iwaizumi keeps a firm hand on your head still, refusing to let you try and raise it, so your ass is left sticking up, arms bending awkwardly in the handcuffs as oikawa's fingers swiftly move to part your lips, giving him full access.

a cry of surprise is pulled from your lips the seconds his lips wrap around your clit, sucking in sharply in a way that has your vision blurring, feeling yourself grow wet and your muscles tense as you're overwhelmed by the sensation oikawa is giving you.

he sucks loud and harshly, the sounds of your wetness squelching all you can hear aside from your moans. you're biting your lip to stop yourself from crying out, body held down by both of their hands as you feel your pleasure build.

"that's it, baby," iwaizumi grunts, nails digging into your head. "take it like the slut you are."

"ah—ah, oh god—!"

you can physically feel oikawa grinning, letting his tongue swipe a across your clit as your hips buck backwards, chasing the high. it's building, getting closer, your wrists turning red as you pull against the handcuffs, crying out.

"oh, god—can i.... can i cum?" you're slobbering out the ask, nearly losing your mind when oikawa chuckles at your words and the rumble adds a vibration to his sucking. "please! please can i cum! please—"

iwaizumi grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks, pulling your head up to meet his gaze as you stare back at him, lips parted and tears welling in your eyes.

"cum," he orders, voice gruff and you lose it then, spasming as you let yourself go, one more sharp suck from oikawa has you reaching your high. iwaizumi keeps a tight hold of your hair, holding you up and your body bending unnaturally as you twitch in the spot, tongue lolling out as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"ah! oh! please—please, please, please, it feels—feels so good!"

oikawa keeps his mouth pressed against your pussy as you ride out your high, not pulling away until you slump completely in iwaizumi's grasp, mumbled 'thank you's' leaving your lips.

pulling away, oikawa wipes at his mouth, smiling as he stares at your red, puffy and wet pussy, before making eyes contact with iwaizumi.

leaning forward, oikawa grabs you by the chin, turning your face so you meet his gaze. you blink at him slowly, dazed.

"did that feel good, angel?"

you nod in his grasp; "yes... yes, thank you. thank you..."

oikawa chuckles and lets go, leaning back as iwaizumi keeps your head up by your hair. you turn back to face him, only to feel oikawa's arms slip under your arms, pulling you back and flush against his chest, moving to grasp your left breast in his hand, squeezing. you gasp at the movement and action, blinking as some of your senses come back, eyes zoning in on the way iwaizumi's hands move to the button of his jeans.

he unbuckles, pulling down the zipper, and shoves his pants down his thighs, before pulling his cock free from his underwear. it stands straight up as it does, and you swallow thickly at the sheer size. it doesn't matter how many times you see it, his dick still has you shaking in fear every time.

"give her 'ere."

oikawa lowers you, shifting as iwaizumi grabs you by the shoulder with his one hand, and the other grabs his dick, angling it towards you.

"open," iwaizumi orders, narrowing his eyes at you.

swallowing thickly, you part your lips, before his cock is all but shoved into your mouth. oikawa's hands leave you as iwaizumi grabs a handful of your hair once again, his hips rising as he shoves himself fully inside your mouth. you gag at the sudden intrusion, eyes widening as you choke on his leg, muscles spasming.

"relax," iwaizumi orders, tugging at your hair. "relax. there ya go. take it. take it like i trained you to."

you force yourself to relax, adjusting so you can better take him in your mouth. the position leaves you vulnerable, especially with your hands restrained, unable to have any control or find purchase on when or how much of him you take. but iwaizumi gives you a moment, letting you adjust until he feels you relax and uses your hair to move you.

tears well at the corner of your eyes, the sounds of you gagging on his cock the only thing you can hear.

"that's it," iwaizumi groans, head tilting back. "fuck. there ya go. that's a good girl. that's a—ah, fuck!"

you almost forget oikawa's there. at least, until you feel him deliver a sharp slap to your ass that has you flinching forwards, iwaizumi's cock hitting the back of your throat as you cry out around his length.

he delivers one more sharp slap that has you letting out a gargled cry before his hand grabs you by the hip, and a second later you feel his length pressing against your pussy. realization of their plan dawns then and you start to panic, struggling in their grasps and your confines as you try to cry out in denial.

iwaizumi just tightens his grip, slamming your head down and holding you there, unable to breathe as you try to break away until you feel oikawa fully sheathe himself inside you. it jerks you forward and the cry that leaves your lips is garbled in spit and the sound of you choking as your eyes bulge, the sudden intrusion making your vision blur.

oikawa is ruthless, not giving you any time to adjust before he pulls back out and pounds right back into you. iwaizumi pulls you away, allowing you a second to breathe, before the two of them time their movements and you're being fucked by both your mouth and your pussy.

you have no way of steadying yourself or trying to ease the strain on your body. you're left in their hands as they use your body as they see fit, barely giving you time to breathe, oikawa's hips slamming into you from behind as he hits the spot that makes your brain turn numb every single time.

oikawa shifts, grabbing your wrists by the handcuffs and pulls, adding strain to your shoulders as he uses that for purchase into slamming into you harder.

"fuck, she feels so good! she's so fucking tight—!"

"her mouth feels, ah! good too!" iwaizumi grunts, "her throat keeps—fuck! clenching around me!"

every muscle in your body tenses, tears and spit dribbling down your face as both men chase their highs by using you.

"fuck, y/n!" oikawa grunts, voice needy as he uses his free hand to slap your ass again, the sting causing you to jerk as iwaizumi moans out in response to the way your throat clenches.

"you close?" iwaizumi asks.

"yeah," oikawa hisses, his nails digging welts into your ass. "yeah, i'm—ah, almost there!"

you can't focus on what they say next. your eyes roll to the back of your head and your head is numb, blank with thoughts, crying out as oikawa repeatedly pounds into you, your vision turning white with stars as your own high starts to build.

"i'm gonna... i'm gonna cum!"

"me too!"

your visions turn completely white, your senses overwhelming you as you reach your high once again, spasming around the both of them as they orgasm with you. you feel oikawa's seed seep into your pussy, warm, as iwaizumi's fills your mouth completely, the both of them stilling their movements around you as they chase off their high.

you slump completely, weighing a dead weight in their grasps as you blink, trying to refocus, everything around you a blur. you feel oikawa still in you, not pulling out as iwaizumi slowly lifts your mouth off of him, only for his free hand to snap around your jaw and snap it shut.

"swallow it," you hear, a distant voice as his fingers move to plug your nose, trapping you with no way to breathe. "swallow it, slut."

you listen, forcing yourself to swallow his cum and ignore the bitter taste as you feel your face grow hot, trying to shuffle away from his hands to breathe.

he lets go a second later, using his fingers to pry your mouth open, making sure you swallowed everything.

"good girl," iwaizumi croons, "swallowing it all."

a whine sounds from behind you. "not fair iwa-chan!"

"you got to have her pussy, idiot. don't whine."

there's a moment of silence, before you feel oikawa pull out. you hiss as he does, your pussy sensitive.

iwaizumi's hands leave your hair and then oikawa is pushing you to the side gently, tipping you so you fall flat on your back, arms pressing uncomfortably into your back. you have no fight left to argue though, simply letting him move you as he wants as you pant, chest rising and falling as your body screams at you in exhaustion.

then, oikawa's fingers are plunging into you and you let out a cry in response, the sensitivity turning painful before he swipes up and then his fingers are gone.

fingers are being shoved into your mouth before you realize it, blinking as that bitter taste, but slightly different, fills your mouth once more, this time oikawa's fingers press against your tongue.

"suck," oikawa orders, and your eyes open to see him hovering over you. "now."

wrapping your lips around his fingers, you listen, sucking off a mixture of your own cum and his off his fingers until oikawa's satisfied enough, grinning as he pulls away.

iwaizumi watches the whole thing, before scoffing; "loser."

oikawa just grins triumphantly over at him.

a moment of silence passes, neither of them moving, as your arms twitch underneath you, and the hope that they'll take off the handcuffs soon crosses your mind.

then, a second later, oikawa smirks over at iwaizumi.

"wanna go again and swap positions?"

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iwaoiness · 4 months

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Hi! I'd like to ask you if you could do head canons of iwaoi where they're either married or just got engaged of Iwaizumi who proposed.

sure sweetie!! here u have the first one, hope u enjoy it a loooot this time i made a hc of iwa proposing to oikawa but for sure ill make more married iwaoi headcanons <3

Marry me

“Marry me, Tooru”

The rain taps against the car, water pooling on the windows and trickling in small rivulets from the roof to the hood. Inside, the heating is set to the minimum to ease the slight chill brought by the downpour (and because Oikawa is a champion at feeling cold, seeing no difference between rain and a Siberian cold wave). One of the rear windows is open just enough to let in the smell of fresh rain and soften the aroma of greasy hamburgers that permeates the interior of the vehicle. Resting on the central console is an already empty bag where Oikawa and Iwaizumi mixed the fries and cheese fingers; on the coasters are the empty containers of sauces, and atop the dashboard, their partially consumed drinks.

This isn’t a dreamlike setting to propose to your life partner, let alone Oikawa Tooru, a professional volleyball monster, starting setter for Argentina's national team and C.A. San Juan, the face of big-name sports brands.

But Iwaizumi has just done it and Oikawa, sitting in the passenger seat, blinks wide-eyed, his jaw unhinged and his face as red as a beet.

“... W-Wha... What d-did you...”

“Marry me” Hajime, smiling, repeats, looking directly into his eyes, with flushed cheeks and a fervent heartbeat echoing through him.

"Iwa-chaaan!" He squeals, setting aside his half-eaten burger to cover his eyes with the palms of his hands and continue protesting. "How… How do you dare to say that now?! That's not fair!"

Hajime shrugs, amused. "Why not? Let's just marry."

"Really not fair!" He repeats now with a wet voice, and Iwaizumi stretches his arm to gently tuck a stray brown lock behind his ear.

"Hey, look at me, dummy."

Slowly, Oikawa uncovers his eyes, revealing a subtle frown, misty eyes, rosy cheeks, and lips slightly pursed—a poignant pout that strikes directly at the core of Hajime's heart.

“You are dummy” He mumbles like a small child and Iwaizumi rolls his eyes in amusement. He settles into his seat, pulling the lever to slide it back and widen the space before patting his lap, looking back at Oikawa.

“Come here”

Now, Tooru wastes no time; he glides gracefully over the central console, tilting his head to avoid any collision with the ceiling (lessons learned from countless bumps). He settles onto Iwaizumi's lap, folding his long legs on either side. Hajime's sturdy hands anchor around his waist, giving a gentle squeeze, and the smile on his face broadens as Oikawa promptly envelops him with his arms, hiding his face in his shoulder, nestling in for warmth and closeness.

"You didn't even ask it right" He protests, low and almost shy, and Iwaizumi laughs, stroking him back up and down before taking a deep breath, intoxicating himself with the scent of Oikawa, a blend of grapefruit and the warmth of summer sun.

"Wanna marry me, Tooru?" he asks close to his ear, emotions welling up under every inch of his skin.

The athlete lifts his head, just enough to be able to look at Iwaizumi, with a smile stretching from ear to ear beneath watery eyes and flushed cheeks.

"What about the ring? I can't answer without a ring, Iwa-chan."

Without breaking eye contact, Iwaizumi gently grabs Oikawa's left hand, their fingers lacing together as they always have. With deliberate manoeuvring, he brings the bony ring finger to his mouth, biting down hard enough to leave a mark.

"OW, HAJIME!" Tooru yelps in a mixture of surprise and laughter, blinking owlishly as he looks down at his hand, discovering the teeth marks around his finger. "Why the heck was that?!"

"A provisional ring" He smiles proudly, gently intertwining his fingers again. “Again, wanna marry me, Tooru?”

"Mmh," Oikawa has the audacity to pretend to contemplate, averting his gaze and tapping his chin with his free finger while their hands sway delicately between them. "Marrying a brutish neanderthal who just bit me after proposing in his car reeking of greasy burgers under a torrential rain, or giving a chance to the new rookie player who idolizes me and follows me around like a little chick?"

“Tooru—”

He rolls his eyes in amusement, reengaging his gaze with Hajime's—eyes so expressive and intense, so effortlessly readable that Tooru could decipher them even with his eyes closed.

(And now, he reads happiness, love, devotion, intrigue, patience, but also, a touch of insecurity.)

"It's a big yes, bobo," he sticks his tongue out playfully, wrapping his arms around his (now) fiancé's neck. He feels the broad shoulders relax in relief, his heart beating frantically against his chest as he leans in. Oikawa's smile sweetens, becoming more genuine and beautiful, his eyes narrowing like crescent moons overflowing with affection. "I would have always said yes to you, wherever it may be, as long as it's you."

"Sometimes you say such cheesy things," he adds, but there's no bite in his words, only love as he mirrors Tooru's smile.

"I could give you lessons, I'm sure your fiancé would be thrilled to hear you talk corny."

"The price?"

Oikawa tilts his head, leaning his face toward Iwaizumi as his hand cradles one of his cheeks, his thumb caressing the cheekbone.

"Fifteen kisses per hour, every day.”

"Till death do us part?" Asks Hajime, his voice husky and low, narrowing his eyes and taking a deep breath as Tooru rubs his nostrils.

"Until beyond death, Iwa-chan, until whatever the afterlife holds for us." And he seals the promise by bringing their lips together in a soft kiss that Iwaizumi takes care to deepen. He bites down on Tooru’s bottom lip and clings tighter to his hip, ignoring the tear that slips down his cheek and loses itself on Tooru's thumb.

...

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iwaizumis-hair-gel · 1 year

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Iwaoi new year 🥂

-12:00 AM-

Oikawa suddenly sprang up from the bed, and iwaizumi opened his eyes tiredly

I: Kawa what are u doing come sleep

Iwaizumi’s tone was very sleepy, but Oikawa just ignored it and pulled iwaizumi from bed

O: HAPPY NEW YEAR IWA-CHAN! PLEASE DATE ME THIS YEAR TOO!

Oikawa said, holding out a Godzilla plush

Iwaizumi took the plush and kissed Oikawa but then climbed back into bed

I: yea yea whatever let me sleep

O: OKAY

Iwaizumi dozed off again as Oikawa quietly went into the kitchen. Yesterday, without Iwaizumi’s knowledge, he bought all the ingredients to made iwaizumi’s favourite dishes. The only problem is:

O:..these recipes are so hard to follow!

Oikawa Toru, age 29, could NOT cook.

Oikawa wanted to call his other friends to help him but didn’t want to disrupt their sleep, so Oikawa tried to make it by himself.

An hour later, while Oikawa was still trying to cook, he dropped a metal bowl and all that racket woke Iwaizumi up. Iwaizumi went down to see what Oikawa was doing

I: what are you doing?

O: umm..I was trying to cook..?

I:..if you were hungry you should have just woken me up

O: NO. WHAT I MEAN IS, I WAS TRYING TO COOK YOUR FAVOURITE DISH FOR YOU

iwaizumi looked at the mess Oikawa had created

I: more like a mess..shittykawa you know you can’t cook why did you even-

O: because it’s a new year and I wanted to do something special

I: haaa..

Iwaizumi sighed but kissed Oikawa on the cheek

I: I appreciate anything you do for me alright? But just..no cooking okay? You can help me clean and I’ll cook us some breakfast

O: but I wanna do it!

I: let’s make it together

O: okay!!

Oikawa and Iwaizumi cleaned up the mess, then decided to make meat buns with tofu in them. After a few hours (3-4) Iwaizumi did most of the cooking ofc, but Oikawa managed to do some of it

O: yay!! I made meat buns!!

Oikawa gleamed as he looked down at the successful meat buns, then proceeded to take a bunch of photos

I: you mean WE made meat buns

O: yep! Let’s go to my mom’s house then your mom’s house

I: okay, let me pack these up

Iwaizumi packed the buns into lunchboxes and drove him and Oikawa to Oikawa’s mom’s house. Oikawa’s mom (Emma, according to Google) was surprised to see them

E: oh! Hello there Haijme! Always good to see you

Oikawa’s mom hugged Iwaizumi but totally ignored Oikawa

O: mom!! I’m standing right here you know?

E: well, yes. I saw you. Hello

Iwaizumi laughed and took out one of the linch boxes

I: this is for you, auntie

E: oh my! Did you make these? They look amazing!

O: HEY!! I HELPED TOO!!

E: i doubt you did much

Oikawa’s mom said, smiling then hugged Oikawa

E: it’s good to see you though

O: thanks mom, it’s great to be back

Oikawa and iwaizumi had lunch with Oikawa’s mom and then drove off to see Iwaizumi’s mom.

-At Iwaizumi’s mom’s house-

(Idk iwaizumi’s mom’s name bc Google was useless here but we’re just gonna call her Haruki)

H: well if it isn’t my son and his boyfriend! Welcome back!

I: hey mom. We made these for you. Their a little cold but I’ll just heat them up

Iwaizumi hugged his mom then took out another one of the lunch boxes and handed it to her

H: oh look at my little boy. All grown up.

O: hello auntie!!! Happy new yearrr!! It’s so nice to see youuu

Oikawa said, hugging Iwaizumi’s mom

H: always lively to have you around, Toru

Oikawa and iwaizumi had lunch with Iwaizumi’s mom.

All the volleyball groups were having a new year’s reunion dinner and Iwaizumi & Oikawa decided to join.

-slight NSFW?-

They had a really great time there, but Oikawa got drunk and mistook Akaashi for Iwaizumi, which made him kinda mad.

The minute the door of Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s Apartment was closed, iwaizumi pinned Oikawa against the door and bit his neck gently, causing Oikawa to let out a soft moan

I: I guess i have to teach you who I am all again

Iwaizumi took Oikawa to their bedroom and tied his hands up after undressing him

Oikawa was still drunk, but he noticed Iwaizumi’s erection and then removed Iwaizumi’s boxers

O: heh. Kinda looks like a wine bottle!

Then he deep throated iwaizumi’s d1ck.

I: woahh..calm down there. Take it easy or you’ll hurt your throat.

Iwaizumi pulled Oikawa’s hair which made him let go of his d1ck. Oikawa just stared at him with lust in his eyes

Iwaizumi took out a bottle of lube and prepped Oikawa’s a$$. Then he placed himself at Oikawa’s entrance.

He thrusted the full thing in, causing Oikawa to finish and let out a loud moan

I: c-mming just by penetration? You’re so sensitive when you’re drunk, kawa.

Iwaizumi thrusted in again and Oikawa moaned loudly

O: no moreee..i already came..

I: but i havent. Bare with me awhile.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa went a few more rounds, before Oikawa fell asleep.

Iwaizumi pulled the drawer on the small desk beside him out, revealing a small box.

I: i hope ill finally have the courage this year to propose to you. Happy new year Oikawa.

Iwaizumi smiled as he cuddled Oikawa to sleep.

-FIN-

#iwaoi fic #iwaoi smut #iwaoi

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nozunhinged · 1 year

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Iwaoi, exes to lovers

„Get away from me shittykawa, stop looking at me like that“

„You seem to like it though“

„Tooru, please“

It’s been 15 years. 15 years they haven’t spoken, seen or texted each other. That’s how ugly it all ended. But fuck, it feels like they kissed just yesterday.

„What, Iwa-chan?“ Oikawa whispers while getting so close to Iwaizumi that he can feel his breath tickle his eyelashes.

Under the pretense of getting breakfast together before their best friends wedding, Oikawa knocked on his hotelrooms door this morning — but now he’s leaning onto the sink next to Iwaizumi, arms crossed with a cunning grin. Iwaizumi can’t move away for some reason, but tries to keep on like Oikawa doesn‘t almost succeed turning his insides into a pile of goo.

„I didn’t know you were into skincare, old man“

„Sunscreen is not skincare, Crappykawa“

„What is it then?“ he grins devilishly, moving even closer.

When Iwaizumi turns to him, Oikawa suddenly loses his dumb grin and shys away. Not as confident as he pretended to be, huh.

Iwaizumi slowly closes their distance again. Just like him a few minutes ago, Oikawa can’t seem to move away.

He takes his sunscreen-covered fingers and starts to gently levigate the cream onto Oikawas cheeks.

„Iwa— w-w-what“

„It’s amazing, I still remember every single nook and cranny of your face“ Iwaizumi whispers, slowly applying the white liquid like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

„Your cheekbones, not too sharp but prominent enough to perfectly underline your handsomeness.“ he goes on, stroking over the area gently.

“Your forehead, wrinkled from all the worries but always covered by your soft, wavy locks”

He gently pushes his thumb between Oikawas eyebrows and Oikawa feels his face relax, his eyes close.

“Your nose, scrunched up so cutely when Ushijima managed to get under your skin again” and his nose actually scrunches the moment Oikawa hears this name.

“See?” Iwaizumi laughs softly, pausing for a moment to get one more tiny speck of sunscreen. Oikawa doesn’t dare to move or open his eyes, he just hears a bottle open and close. He doesn’t know what to do.

„Your warm hazel eyes, always underlined by a slight shadow, representing all the worries and pain that kept you up at night.”

He whispers like a prayer, stroking over the delicate skin under his closed eyes, with the gentlest touch Oikawa has ever felt.

„Tooru“

When Oikawa hears his name with a concerned note, he notices how he held his breath and never let it out.

He opens his eyes and the adoration in Iwaizumis eyes feels like permission, a promise — that everything will be okay.

“Hajime I—“

“It’s okay. I’m here. We’re here.”

Sunscreen sunk in and set, Iwaizumi won’t stop running his hands all over Oikawas face. Like he’s scared he will leave again the second he lets go. Like this is all a dream.

“No, I’m here Hajime. And I promise I won’t leave this time.”

Iwaizumi somehow knows it’s the truth, but still doesn’t dare to let go.

#hq iwaoi #iwaoi #iwaoi headcanon #haikyuu iwaoi #haikyuu!!#iwaoi fanfiction #iwaoi fluff #iwaoi exes to lovers #noz writes fluff #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru

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Blue Castle Diner

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BzSMFb4

by NinjaSpaz

And then there’s his other afternoon server.

Oikawa Tooru.

Tall, beautiful, charming, speaks at least three languages fluently and is passable in a fourth. He’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he’d hired him at least in small part because he was eye candy, but he also had a good feeling about Oikawa’s work ethic. - Iwaizumi has a huge crush on his best employee. It doesn't help that Oikawa is a major flirt, but well, he's good for business.

Words: 2336, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of IwaOi AU Week 2023

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Additional Tags: cameos from other seijoh vbc members, IwaOi AU Week 2023, Small Shops AU, Getting Together, First Kiss, diner au, Iwa owns an American-themed diner, Oikawa is a college student who works for him, slight age gap, Mutual Pining

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/BzSMFb4

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!

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noyasboxdye · 2 years

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i need to find fics for that one trope where the two fake date and then person A actually falls in love and asks "what are we?" and person B mean abt it and says it's an arrangement and crushes person A's soul and then they finish w the agreement and after person B realises that they do in fact love person A but they've already moved on to person C and look way happier and healthier. except SURPRISE !!!! person A isnt happier and they're using person C person as a way to distract themselves and force themselves to move on from person B and person C is actually rlly in love w person A and wants to marry them but person B comes back and person A falls back in love and leaves person C. like i need some rlly tragic angst w no comfort, domestic fluff, slow burn pining, cheating, maybe slight internalised homophobia probably bc of the way person Bs parents raised them, very high sexual tension, drunken mistakes where they maybe fuck and person A panics and leaves b4 person B wakes up and can connect the dots, etc “i thought we had something going on between the two of us?” — “everything we’ve been through is nothing but childish lies. don’t forget our deal.” LIKE?:8;94& oh my gawd i need it neowww 😕

okay so a few things...

1.) i posted this on twt first so sorry for how lengthy it is

2.) i haven't written in almost a year LMFAO and i kinda h8 my writing style now so if i did write this it'd take me a minute so i could improve my writing style and write it properly how id like !!

3.) i was thinking this would be a shipping fic and not an x reader fic if i did decide to watch it. id stay in the same fandom as always- haikyuu.

4.) i have it down to like 4 ships. tsukkiyama, daisuga, asanoya, or iwaoi. i'm leaning toward tsukkiyama the most as of right now but after them iwaoi and asanoya are tied for me lol.

anyways if you like this lmk i haven't posted in 5ever so my reach is prolly ahit now but if u see this pls lmk if u like it 😭😭‼️ i'll prolly write it either way but i'm just saying/doing all of this bc i thot it would be cool to post it on here after being gone 4 so long idk maybe.

#noyas.rambles #this is so long #also kinda wanna delete this acct and make an entirely new one #i hate my current layout so fucking bad ts is so ugly ugh #and disorganized too like wtf😟#i honestly might LMAO

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KagaKuro Month 2k22 (day 9)

Day 9: Firsts

The locker room was quiet after the Shuutoku game. Most of the team had already left, save for Kuroko and Kagami. The high from beating such a strong opponent still hung in the air, but there was something heavier there too.

“I’m sorry,” Kagami finally said, breaking the silence. Kuroko looked up from where he was crouched down tying his shoelaces.

“For what, Kagami-kun?” he asked blankly.

“I shouldn’t have hit you,” Kagami said firmly, his eyes trained on the ground beside Kuroko’s feet. “I was upset and acting stupid, which is no excuse. I’m sorry.”

Slowly, Kuroko stood and stepped closer to him. Kagami’s shoulders were hunched, and he was fiddling with his fingers.

“I hit you first,” Kuroko said diplomatically.

“I barely felt it,” Kagami replied.

A small smile played on the edges of Kuroko’s mouth.

“Well, I still did it. So, I apologize as well.”

Finally, Kagami looked up to meet Kuroko’s gaze and was startled by how close his teammate was standing.

“Would you like to be sure I’m okay?” Kuroko asked, and Kagami thought he heard a tremor in his partner’s always-calm voice. Kagami didn’t reply, just stood frozen as Kuroko reached for his hand, the coolness of his calloused fingertips sending a shiver through Kagami’s whole body.

But Kagami let Kuroko continue and was surprised to find himself trembling as Kuroko lifted Kagami's hand to cup his face. Kagami’s palm covered the whole of Kuroko’s flushed cheek.

By now, Kagami’s thoughts were racing and he knew his blush had to be the same color as his hair, but Kuroko’s eyes had drifted shut and he leaned his face into Kagami’s hand, humming quietly in what Kagami could only conclude was comfort. And, god, Kagami couldn’t have moved away even if he had wanted to.

Instead, he carefully brushed his thumb across Kuroko’s cheek, feeling the slight swell he’d caused with his right hook. Shame welled up in him for having hurt his best friend, but it was quickly swamped by the feelings that were rearing up in the wake of the incident—feelings that he had spent months denying to himself and avoiding for fear of chasing Kuroko away.

Kuroko’s eyes were still closed, and Kagami shifted closer, holding his breath, ready to be pushed away. But Kuroko didn’t flinch, didn’t open his eyes, only lifted his free hand to rest it carefully on Kagami’s waist. And after that, Kagami was done for.

His fingers gently carded through Kuroko’s blue hair and Kuroko leaned even closer, his eyes still closed, and Kagami couldn’t take it anymore. He wrapped his free arm around Kuroko’s waist and tugged him flush against his body, hearing a soft gasp before he leaned down to capture Kuroko’s lips in a kiss.

It was clumsy and awkward from their inexperience and height difference, but Kuroko responded enthusiastically, one hand coming up to tangle in Kagami’s hair and pull him even closer, eliciting a soft groan from the taller boy as he kissed Kuroko like his life depended on it.

Kuroko was the first to pull away, his breath coming heavily as he slumped forward to rest against Kagami’s chest.

“If that’s how you apologize after fights that I start, maybe I’ll have to pick them more often,” he said quietly, as Kagami chuckled and held him close, smiling wider than he could ever remember.

KagaKuro Month 2k22

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Haikyuu!! Fic Recs (1/?)

IwaOi Fic Recs

I'm a sucker for childhood-friends-to-lovers, and Iwa and Oikawa are the epitome of the trope. In my headcanon they're the type of friends who have been so close for so long that it takes the iconic oh moment for them to realize they've fallen in love along the way.

Before Midnight by fathomfive G | 2.5k | fluff and meteor showers and being the center of each other’s universe

Absolutely Lovely by levkawa & starlitcities E | 3.9k | when you love your BestFriendBoyfriend so much that it makes you cry, rated E for emotional sex

life is chances that are taken by bohemianraspberries T | 3.9k | coming out, mutual pining, being clueless and adorable

all in due time by rosalyra T | 8.8k | meeting your future selves, being stupidly in love

new phone who dis by meruemsthighs T | 57k | chat fic, college AU first meeting, pining, slow burn; Iwa is painfully dense, but their friendship is cute as hell

the weight of water by wordstruck/@redluxite M | 6k | major character death; heartbreaking, painful, crushing angst; but so, so beautiful

The Worth for and of Everything by Moami G | 3k | self-worth (or lack thereof) and how your best friend fucking loves you, you idiot

to write you a song & LA LA LAND by @aiviloti G/T | 8.5k/44k | letting your insecurities hurt you and the people you love; blowing up your life and then realizing you’d really like to put it back together; angst, angst, pining, time skips | the juxtapositions of fear and bravery; companionship and solitude; guilt and forgiveness; heartbreak and healing

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Haikyuu!! Headcanons (9/?)

Who confesses first? / How did they get together?

KageHina: After a grueling day of summer training, Hinata and Kageyama collapse on their backs in the grass outside the gym. The underclassmen are still cleaning up, the squeak of their shoes floating out into the humid summer evening. And Kageyama knows they should get up, knows that Ennoshita will probably yell at them for not helping, but for once, it seems that Hinata wants a moment of quiet. It's so strange for silence to fall between them, and Kageyama turns his head to say something, but stops. The light pouring from the open gym door slants across Hinata's face and makes him almost glow, and it's not the first time Kageyama has wanted this, but it's the first time he's said it out loud. He's not even sure how Hinata hears his name, whispered on an exhale as if it were as natural as breathing, "Hinata..." and as their eyes lock, just as quietly but much more certain, "I want to kiss you."

BokuAka: Kuroo is super supportive when Bokuto tells him that he's going to confess to Akaashi. In fact, he might be too supportive. He definitely doesn't do anything to dissuade Bokuto's plans from getting bigger and more dramatic by the day as he prepares to tell Akaashi how he feels. Kenma tries to be the voice of reason, but Kuroo and Bokuto are having none of it. So, on his birthday, the only comfort Akaashi has is that the club room is isolated. Because when he walks in, his eyes almost bug out of his head. The room is wallpapered in the dozens and dozens of pictures and selfies that Bokuto and Kuroo have been taking over the two years that Akaashi has been at Fukurodani. Some of the pictures he recognizes—often he's cringing or rolling his eyes—but others just include him in the background as Bokuto points with a huge smile, and many are taken from a distance of him and Bokuto at practice, at training camps, on the train, walking home after school (???). As Akaashi's eyes dart over the photos, he finally realizes that Bokuto is standing in the middle of it all. Behind him is an enormous photo of the two of them that Kuroo must have taken. In it, they're sitting side by side on a courtside bench. Bokuto is leaning over to rest his head on Akaashi's shoulder. And Bokuto is beaming, and Akaashi's arm is up around him; his fingers are in Bokuto's hair, and the look on his face...the look on Akaashi's face is nothing short of pure devotion. "Horror" is close to what Akaashi's emotions have landed on in the 30 seconds since he opened the door, but the ordeal is far from over as Bokuto finally steps forward. He's wearing a t-shirt with their faces on it and holding a bouquet of flowers, and Akaashi is going to murder Kuroo, but then Bokuto reaches out and takes his hand and confesses his feelings. And Bokuto is so earnest, and his eyes are shining, and killing Kuroo will have to wait, because Akaashi has waited long enough for this and he's got to hug his boyfriend.

IwaOi: When Oikawa is confident, he blazes a trail for all those who come after him, but when things get dodgy, it's Iwaizumi who leads the way. Oikawa blames it on Iwa being born forty days before him. ("That's forty days you had to prepare for the horrors of this world before I entered it!" To which Iwa mutters, "The horror I should've prepared for was you.") Oikawa's been saying it since they were kids—"Iwa-chan, you go first! I think there's a spiderweb there," "You can light the first firework, Iwa-chan! Let me know if they're expired!," "The ocean is waiting, Iwa-chan! You get in first and chase away all the sharks." And Iwaizumi does, every time. He goes first, and he takes risks, and he keeps it together when things go wrong, because if he starts to cry, Oikawa will absolutely join in. So when it comes to the most terrifying "first," the one that feels like standing on the edge of a diving board dozens of meters up, the one that Iwa knows won't break them, but it could easily break him...Iwa goes first. They're in Tooru's backyard, and Iwa is cleaning out Mrs. Oikawa's flowerbeds (which she told Tooru to do, but he's focusing very hard on trying to pet a very fat bumblebee that's landed on a bright red flower). And when Iwa looks up and sees Oikawa, his tongue peeking between his lips as he gently strokes the bee, his eyes wide with wonder, it's like Iwaizumi's heart stops beating. Then Oikawa smiles and says, "Iwa-chan! He feels like a tiny kitten! Come here!" and Iwa knows he's done for. He goes to Oikawa's side—he always will—and dusts his hands off on his shorts. His fingers are trembling as Oikawa takes his hand, and he's right, the bee does feel like a kitten. The bee is also annoyed at being prodded by giant fingers and promptly finishes with the flower and flies away. And Tooru is talking; he's still holding Iwa's hand; and Iwa can't hear anything, but his eyes lock on his best friend and he remembers, Oh, right. I have to lead the way. So he takes a deep breath and gets to the point, moving his hands to rest heavily on Oikawa's shoulders and holding him at arm's-distance (and ignoring Oikawa calling him a brute when he cuts him off midsentence). "Hey, dumbass," Iwa starts, and he doesn't flinch that that's how it begins, because, how else would it? Oikawa squawks in indignation, but Iwa says his first name, and Tooru is listening now. Iwaizumi has been staring at the ground beneath their feet, but now he meets Oikawa's eyes and a sigh leaves his lips. He's trembling slightly, but a smile quirks one corner of his mouth and he leads the way—"This isn't going to change anything. I've put up with you for this long, so you know I won't leave, even if you tell me to. So, don't make it a big thing if you don't feel the same way—it wouldn't be the first time we've disagreed." A deep breath, the last one before the plunge, and Iwa holds his arms out to his sides, like a shrug, like a declaration—this is all of me and if you want it...—and grins, "I'm in love with you." And they step forward together.

(Keep reading: KuroKen, DaiSuga, AsaNoya, KiyoYachi, UshiTen) (all headcanons here+)

KuroKen: The line between "best friends" and "boyfriends" has never really been clear with Kuroo and Kenma. They've always been especially close, more so than most friends their age. Through the years that they've spent together, they've picked up each other's habits and learned the meanings of subtlest of movements, always seeming to know what the other needs before anything is said. More than once, their friends and families have called their preternatural bond "spooky," and Kuroo loves to say that it's because he and Kenma have a psychic connection, but the truth is that they're just both incredibly observant and devoted to each other. And that devotion, which was born from being together nearly constantly in childhood and was cemented by innumerable moments that proved their loyalty and trust and affection, doesn't lend itself to either of them noticing that things have shifted between them. So, after years of casual affection—best friendship—after countless nights murmuring their insecurities and reassuring each other, after proving to each other again and again and again that they'll be there, they'll carry the burden, they'll make each other laugh, they won't leave...it's not much of a surprise when Kuroo tips his head back from where he sits on the floor beside Kenma's bed and asks seriously but without worry (because no answer could change what they mean to each other), "Hey, Kenma, do you think we could try being more than friends?"

DaiSuga: It takes Daichi a long time to work up the courage to confess to Suga. First, he spends over two years in denial (because everyone fantasizes about kissing the beauty mark below their best friend's gorgeous eye). From there, he moves to terror and preemptive humiliation (and embarrasses himself further by avoiding Suga for a solid month because he can't even look at him without feeling like he's going to throw up). And by the start of their third year, he's settled firmly into depressed pining, and it's about this time that he finally consults Kiyoko in a desperate attempt to garner sympathy from someone who might not laugh at him. And she doesn't! She's supportive and encouraging and lets him wallow at her house while they watch emotional American movies with only somewhat reliable subtitles. And it's one of those movies that finally gives Daichi an idea, something that, if he does it right, could make Suga smile (and honestly, even if Suga rejects him, if he smiles while doing it, Daichi might be able to convince himself not to hide under a blanket until graduation). So, he gets everything ready and staves off an approaching heart attack when he rings Suga's doorbell. And Suga clearly, somehow, knows the reference, because the first thing he says is, "Oh, please don't wait to confess to me until after I've married someone else." And Daichi drops his cue cards, his eyes wide, but Suga's eyes are wider as he realizes what's happening and what his sass just interrupted. But Daichi is laughing (somewhat manically), and Suga has run down the steps and is hugging him and nodding nonstop and laughing too, and it definitely didn't go as he planned, but Daichi is okay with that.

AsaNoya: Noya confesses to Asahi before morning practice one day, cornering him outside the club room and dragging him out of view of passersby. He talks too loud and says too much (did he just blame his suspension on feeling like Asahi broke up with him??) and ends by ordering Asahi not to accept just because Noya could kick his ass. For several long moments after Noya speaks, Asahi isn't sure if he heard correctly. Maybe he fell asleep on his feet and dreamt the whole thing. Maybe Hinata served a ball into his head and he's actually in a volleyball-induced coma. Maybe he's finally lost his mind from the stress and anxiety of being on this team that he loves so much it might actually be killing him. But, no. Asahi's dreams and delusions couldn't summon up a Nishinoya this real. He's wearing a determined frown (which might pass for a worried expression, now that Asahi thinks about it) and is almost vibrating—either from nerves or caffeine—and he's waiting for an answer. Finally, Asahi closes his mouth that's been hanging open, and without even crying, nods. A smile breaks out over Noya's face and then Asahi is smiling too, and Noya rushes forward to hug his new boyfriend.

KiyoYachi: Kiyoko wants her confession to be perfect, so she waits for the right time—her graduation day—and tries not to crumple the letter that she's written and rewritten more times than she'd like to admit. She's decorated the envelope with delicate flowers that she's doodled in her notebooks for years, and she's even dabbed the seal with the perfume she wears. So, when Yachi comes to congratulate her, Kiyoko tugs her away from the crowds and gives her the letter with trembling fingers. And Yachi's eyes are so, so wide, and her hands are shaking too. And she drops the letter and makes a panicked noise in her throat as she snatches it off the ground, but now she's shaking too hard to open it. And before Yachi can pass out from her nerves, Kiyoko takes one of her hands and squeezes it gently. She smiles softly as Yachi's breaths steady, because she knows her. And she knows Yachi is going to accept her confession. And she knows—and wants Yachi to know too—that her girl has no reason to be nervous.

UshiTen: It's on one of his morning runs near the end of their third year that Ushijima finally decides he needs to ask Tendou the question that's been weighing on him for months, maybe years. So, as he does every morning, Ushijima finishes his run and hits the shower, then he gets ready for the day and walks the short distance to Tendou's room, knocking twice before letting himself in. (The door is always unlocked, because Tendou lost his room key the second week of school and refuses to believe he won't find it before the year ends.) When Ushijima enters, Tendou is awake and blearily brushing his wild hair, his tie askew and his blazer unbuttoned. It makes Ushijima smile—as much of a smile as he ever does...his eyes soften at least. And as always, Tendou notices and inquires about it. And then Ushijima meets his eyes and his voice almost wavers as he asks, "Satori, you're my best friend. Please answer honestly. Is it abnormal for me to feel for you in a way that aligns with typical descriptions of romantic love?" And Satori drops the hair brush and squeals, because Wakatoshi did not just confess to him with the world's most bizarrely worded question at seven o'clock in the morning in his dorm room—but he did, and they'll talk the details over later. After Tendou stops jumping up and down with his arms wrapped around Ushijima's shoulders like a vice.

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My #1 post of 2022

An Incomplete List of Very Straight™️ Things Other People Canonically Said About Kagami and Kuroko, Straight Best Friends Who Are Not In Love:

"They're as cute...as a couple!"

"Come on, [Kuroko], I've never even been turned down by a girl! That's why I'm slightly interested in you, Kagami. Since Kuroko has sworn himself to you."

"If you've really hit a wall, at least go tell Kagami. Though, you should know, that guy hasn't stopped believing in you once."

"If something like destiny does exist, then it has to be fate that he showed up too. A sixth player that's like the Generation of Miracles, but couldn't become one of us. Someone with just as much talent as us, but was the last to be awakened. The Miracle that never was...or rather, the true light bound by destiny to meet his shadow."

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DESIRED MISTAKE

pairing: haikyuu!! — oikawa x iwaizumi x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k

summary: after a long time apart, finally you had the time to spend with both of your boyfriends, who didn't waste another second to shower you and each other with kisses and touches.

things came down pretty quickly, and in the heat of the moment, the name 'daddy' fell out of iwaizumi's lips while talking to you.

guess you now have two needy men calling you daddy and mommy at the same time.

📎 side note: english is not my first language so, sorry in advice for any grammar mistakes.

Oikawa was finally able to visit his boyfriend and girlfriend in Japan after a long good season in Argentina. Lucky enough all of them had a free schedule for 2 months after working so hard.

The messy kisses didn't wait long, their hands all over each other in need to feel each other's touch. Oikawa moaned against [Name]'s lips when he felt Iwaizumi's bulge rubbing against his ass, the trainer's wet tongue on his neck along the kisses he placed there.

"Fuck...I missed you so much" he whispered against [Name]’s lips before turning slightly to the side, receiving his boyfriend's lips on his.

"Me too" attaching her lips on his neck, her hands roamed around his waist, one of them reaching out to caress Hajime's lower back. "Missed your scent...your warmth"

"I was about to lose my mind" Iwa's husky voice reached their ears before crashing his lips on his girlfriend's.

"Please...mommy, daddy..." Tooru moaned, attaching his lips on [Name]'s neck, rubbing his ass against Iwa's crotch.

"Fuck...missed you calling me that” she giggled, leaving a quick kiss on Tooru's lips before pulling his shirt up and taking it off.

Iwaizumi pushed him to the bed, his shirt already missing and unbuttoned jeans that fell over his hips while cradling his boyfriend's lap.

"Missed you, daddy" his loving eyes scanned his handsome features, hands caressing his strong arms.

"I missed you too, baby. Missed your tight cunt around my cock" he kissed his cheek, hands roaming over his torso till he reached his jeans, fingers moving to undo the buttons.

"Daddy" Tooru called under his breath, a little whimper leaving his lips when his boyfriend gripped his hard cock.

[Name] joined them on the bed, crawling closer to them, hugging the trainer's back and leaving a kiss there.

"Mmh ~ gonna fuck Tooru's pretty cunt, baby?" she asked rhetorically, lying besides her panting boyfriend.

"Yes daddy" was Iwa's natural response, making all three of them stop on their tracks once they realized what he said.

"Did you just call—?"

"Shut up, Trashykawa" the man spitted, cheeks a slight tone of pink, as well as his ears.

"Oh don't worry honey, I like it" she reassured, moving closer to him and kissing his cheek, teasing the waters before kissing his lips. "The question here is, do you like it?" she asked softly, not really wanting to put pressure on him or make him do things he didn't like.

Oikawa also sat down beside his girlfriend, looking at his boyfriend with concern. He didn't mind calling [Name] "daddy", he had done it before on accident, and they knew that she also didn't mind. But now it was about Iwaizumi, and they would only continue if he still wanted to; they knew how easily he could get embarrassed, so this was about him right now.

It wasn't strange for Iwa either, his girlfriend also pegged him sometimes, and even though he normally called her 'baby' or 'love' while doing so, 'mommy' also slipped from his lips every now and then. It feels good, he wasn't gonna deny it, but daddy...and so suddenly! He felt like he was about to combust.

"Do you wanna rest? It's alright baby, we can cuddle and—"

"Please...fill me up while I fuck Tooru, daddy" he shyly says, avoiding their eyes with flushed cheeks. Oikawa loosened up, giggling at his boyfriend's cute behavior.

[Name] cupped his face, leaving a kiss on his nose before kissing his lips. She moved his face enough to make him look at her in the eyes, trying to search for any apprehension in them.

"Please" he whispered, soft loving eyes looking at her. He trusted her, and he wanted this. [Name] smiled, reassured.

"Alright baby" she kissed his lips one more time. "I love you" she reminded him.

"I know" Iwa gave her a loving smile. "I love you too"

"Oh? What about me?" Tooru hugged her from behind, wrapping his long arms around her waist and placing his chin on her shoulder.

"Of course I love you too, my pretty" she took one of his hands, bringing it closer to her mouth and leaving a kiss on his knuckles. "Are you gonna take Haji's cock for me, baby?" she turned around, facing him to steal a kiss from his lips.

"Yes mommy" he replied, suddenly remembering his aching cock and his desire to be filled up, no matter who it was.

"Then lay down and be pretty for Haji, okay? I'll go grab my stuff" she kissed both of their lips before leaving the bed.

"C'mon daddy" the brunet called, sensually taking off his bottoms, exposing his hard cock and needy hole already stuffed with a buttplug. "Or should I call you mommy?" he asks, referring to his big pectorals. He scoots closer to him and took one of his nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while playing with the other between his fingers.

"F-fuck" he shivered, having sensitive nipples isn’t always the best. "Don't— think I'm gonna go easy on you, baby. I've been months without my dick buried in you, let me use your body as a “welcome home” present, mmh?" he grinned, pushing his boyfriend down on the bed, making his body shiver with excitement.

"Of course, daddy"

After removing his bottoms quickly, Hajime moved between his boyfriend's legs, slowly taking the buttplug out of him and grabbing the lubricant to spare it along his dick and Oikawa's hole.

"How long have you had this inside you, mmh?" he thrusted his fingers inside the brunette, taking in as his back arched while his hand reached to grab his arm, trembling at the feeling of his fingers in him again after a long time.

"I-I put it in a few hours before m-my fly" lifting his head, he met his boyfriend’s eyes, smiling as he felt the latter's fingers move inside him. "But this is ten times better” his eyes rolled back at the same time he laid on the bed again, hips moving softly against Iwaizumi's hand.

"Do you want to know how it feels too, baby?" [Name]'s husky voice startled them both.

Climbing into bed again, she positioned herself behind Hajime, wrapping her arms around his tiny waist and leaving a kiss on his shoulder, hand extending to caress Tooru's thighs.

"Yes" he answered with a wobbly voice.

"Yes?" she questioned, softly biting the area of his neck.

"Yes daddy" he corrected himself.

"Good boy, baby" she praised, leaving another kiss on his shoulders before softly pushing him forward. "Put your cock inside Tooru, I'm gonna prepare you while you fuck him, mmh? How does that sound, baby?"

"G-good daddy...thank you"

"Mmh ~ don't thank me yet, I haven’t made you cum"

With enough lube, Iwaizumi started to go inside his boyfriend, sweet and slow.

"Kiss me, please" Tooru whispers, soon enough having his boyfriend's lips on his own. His strong arms wrapped around the setter, hugging him closer to his naked body.

"That's it, good boys" she cooed, kissing the small of Iwa's back before pressing it for him to stay still.

While Tooru cockwarmed Iwa, [Name] started to play with the lube between her fingers to warm it up before putting them inside him. Hajime sighed softly, hiding his face in the crook of his boyfriend's neck.

"Feels good?" the setter asks, caressing the trainer's big back with comforting rubs. Hajime nodded yes.

"Oh? Why are you so loosened up, Haji?" she asks, feeling how one of her fingers could move so easily inside him, and how easy it was again to add another one.

Hajime grumbled, hiding further on Oikawa's neck, who felt the heat of his boyfriend's face against his skin.

"Aw, baby. Were you feeling lonely without us?" she cooed between giggles, leaving a kiss in his lower back; her fingers also moving inside him slowly. "You just needed to call and we would’ve been there" she moved to press her hot body over her boyfriend's and left another kiss on his neck. "I would've loved to see your face all flushed while you played with your little cunt in front of us" Hajime moaned.

"Iwa-chan, how mean ~ You always told me to stop acting so needy over the chat, yet you were playing with yourself without telling us? So naughty, Iwa-chan" Oikawa joined in on his girlfriend's teasing, whispering word by word to Hajime's ear, holding down his own moans at the feeling of his boyfriend's little thrusts caused by [Name]'s fingers.

"M-missed you, so much..." he whimpered, slowly getting out of the setter's neck.

His cheeks were flushed with a soft pink, but it was more obvious on the tip of his ears. His eyes were glazed with tears, bottom lip slightly trembling. Both Oikawa's and [Name]'s hearts skipped a beat. How much more adorable could he get?

Tooru cupped his boyfriend's face, crashing his lips on the trainer's; one of his arms wrapping around his shoulders while the other reached for his girlfriend, pulling her closer.

"We missed you too, baby" she whispered against his shoulder before leaving a kiss. "Don't worry, we’ll spoil you rotten, okay?"

Both of the men pulled apart from the kiss, taking short gasps of air after their passionate kiss. Iwaizumi could only nod, turning around to receive a little kiss from her before getting back to feeling Oikawa's walls close around him.

"F-fuck, Tooru" he whimpered, embracing him closer while thrusting slowly into him.

"Oh...Daddy, oh my God" the brunet moaned shamelessly, hugging his boyfriend's shoulders to support himself.

It didn't take long for [Name] to secure the strap-on on her hips, lubbing the dildo up before putting herself between Iwaizumi's legs once again. The simple touch of her hands on his hips make him shiver, slowly stopping his thrusts and looking at her over his shoulder, his olive eyes still glazed with a few tears.

"I'm going in, okay love?" she left a kiss on his shoulder, looking at him nod.

"Okay. Love you" he whispered and turned back to face Oikawa. "Love you" he whispered to him now.

The brunet smiled, leaving a little kiss on his chin and wrapping his arms around his shoulders in a hug.

"We love you too, Hajime" he reassured, making him whine.

Tip already placed on his entrance, [Name] moved forwards slowly, entering her boyfriend's sweet hole inch by inch. Her thumbs massaged his waist, in a good way to comfort him and tell him he was doing good.

"Fuck" Iwa whispered, tightening his arms around Tooru, who was leaving little kisses along his neck to help him bare with any pain he might feel.

"Doing good, baby?" [Name] asks, hands rubbing her boyfriend's back.

"Yeah...it’s just— been a while, since I’ve...felt so full" he confessed.

[Name] chuckled, hands squeezing his waist lovingly.

"It sure has, pretty" she gave another squeeze to one of his butt cheeks. "There's a few more inches left. I'm gonna move to get all in, alright? Do you need some more time?"

"You can do it at once" Tooru replied, the smile being evidential on his voice.

"What did you say, honey?" [Name] asks.

"Can't you see him shivering? He's waiting for you to be inside him so bad. He can take it, he's been stretching himself all this time away from us so he can take you easily when we got back together" the setter explained, looking at her over the trainer's shoulder, hugging the latter’s buff body over him. "Do it, baby. Fill him up"

If she had any doubts, all of them disappeared when Iwaizumi's hips jerked back at her; either by reflex or to force the rest of the dildo on him, and it made her realize that all of that was true.

Taking his hips on her bare hands, she obeyed and bottomed her boyfriend out with one powerful thrust, making Iwaizumi moan. She moved until she was laying half of her weight on him, also adding some pressure on Oikawa at the bottom.

"So you’ve known what our pretty boy was up to, huh Tooru?"

"Mmh, just a little bit" he chuckled. "He's been sending me messages asking which kind of lubricant is better and how many times you need to finger yourself to know if you are stretched enough"

Iwaizumi whined in embarrassment, why do they have to talk like he wasn't there?

"I first thought he was asking because he wanted to do new stuff to me in particular but...seems like he had you on mind while playing with himself"

Both of them looked down at the mess their boyfriend was, squeezing his big arms thigher around Oikawa's torso and whimpering in the crock of his neck.

He wanted [Name] to move so bad, why wouldn't she?

"Is that so, baby?" she whispered in his ear, making him shiver. "Fuck, you're so cute" and after what it felt like years, she finally started moving, slowly thrusting into him.

"Yess! Fuck yes— please, please fuck me...fuck me daddy!"

Little tears started to fall down his eyes, his whole body rocking back and forth thanks to [Name]'s strong thrusts in him.

"Yeah? Do you like it baby?" he nodded. "That's good baby, but our pretty Tooru isn't getting any of his daddy's attention, isn't that sad?" she faked a pout.

"Poor baby, his daddy is too dick high to properly fuck him" she kissed the setter's knuckles. "Lay down baby, let Tooru ride you while I fuck into you, m'kay?" she kissed his back before slowly getting out of him, earning a whimper.

"I know baby, I know. Just lay down and I'll be filling you up again" she promised, kissing his lips before he obeyed, laying down on the sheets.

Tooru also stood up from his spot on the bed, moving to put himself over his boyfriend, not before passionately kissing his girlfriend on the lips, yearning for her touch.

"I love you mommy"

"I love you too my baby" she kissed his neck once he positioned himself over Iwaizumi, "now ride Haji's dick for me, mmh?"

"Want him to cum in me, mommy" he whined, sitting himself on his boyfriend's dick and not wasting time to start jumping on it.

"You heard that baby? You can cum inside Tooru all you want, and I'll help you get there quicker" she thrusted in him again, making Haji's cock twitch inside Tooru.

"Oi— nngh...Oikawa, so— tight" Iwaizumi's fingers brushed his boyfriend's pale skin at the waist, before clenching them in [Name]'s thighs. "Daddy, harder...harder! Please, please..." he whined, moaning, mixing with Oikawa's, competing to see which ones were more straight out of a porn movie.

"Mommy! Daddy's cock 's getting bigger!" the setter moaned, supporting himself with both of his hands over Iwaizumi's chest.

"Yeah? And you like it, baby?" [Name]'s hand came to take a hold on the brunet's neck, making his eyes roll and hole tighten around Hajime's dick.

"I love it mommy!" his hips moved faster, a hand laying over his girlfriend's to make her squeeze him a little bit tighter.

"Good boy baby, such a good boy"

Her thrusts started to get faster, trying to reach for that sweet spot in her boyfriend, trying to make him cum.

"Daddy! Oh Daddy, please..."

His prostate was abused again and again, building in his tummy his soon-to-be orgasm.

"Just let it go, baby. Fill Tooru up for me, 'kay?" she kissed the named one shoulder, hands caressing the setter's waist before rooming around the trainer's thighs.

"Y-yes Daddy...love you" he whimpered, "love you both" he cried.

"Love you too, Daddy" Oikawa panted, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend's forehead "Cum in me, mmh?" he saw him nod again and again, too dumb-founded to reply with words.

"Cumming— nngh...cumming!"

Oikawa's insides started to feel warm as Iwaizumi's seed started to fill his insides, making him shiver.

"F-fuck" he whispered. "Mommy..."

Before he could say a word, her hand reached over his aching cock, starting to pump it at the rhythm of her thrusting that kept going on Iwaizumi. The setter shivered, leaning to rest his body over hers.

"Cum all over him, baby, show him how good he's making you feel" she whispers in his ear, shifting slightly to kiss his neck.

"Oh fuck" he whimpered, "you're gonna make me cum!" A few tears flowed down his cheeks, now sobbing "you're making me feel so g-good...ah, ah!"

White threads of thick cum now painted Hajime's strong chest, making him whimper at the contact with his skin. He loved it.

"Good boys...always being such good boys for me" she praised loud enough for both of them, slowly stopping her thrusts inside the trainer's hole and eventually stopping stroking the setter's sensitive dick.

Oikawa started to get up slowly from his boyfriend's hips, the latter's dick landing soft in his stomach and a few drops of his own cum spilling on him thanks to the brunet's overflowed hole, now running down his sturdy thighs.

Both men laid beside each other, breaths still irregular while they held hands, silently reassuring each other that they did a good job.

"You guys did amazing, I'm so proud of you" [Name] approached them after getting rid of the strap-on, kissing both of her boyfriends lips and naturally melting into a cuddle pile.

"So warm" the setter murmured, snuggling into her chest.

"So sticky..." Iwa's hoarse voice talked in a disgusting tone, remembering his boyfriend's semen on his chest just after embracing his girlfriend from behind and sensing the gooey feeling in his skin. "I'm sorry baby"

"It's okay darling" she reassured, caressing his arm around her waist. "Let's take a shower and sleep, okay? We're all tired right now" she left a kiss on Tooru's forehead before freeing herself from their arms, making them whine. "Let's go boys" she left another kiss on Hajime's cheek before walking to the bathroom.

"Can I eat you out?" Oikawa asks, eyes falling with tiredness, adding the fact that his girlfriend's hands were on his hair, applying shampoo.

"Baby, you're barely awake now" [Name] chuckles, taking the shower head and washing the shampoo away.

"You treated us so good tonight, we need to repay you" Iwaizumi moved closer to them after washing his body with the soap, grabbing the shower head from his girlfriend, not before leaving a kiss on her arm. "Just say what you want and we'll give it to you" he whispers.

"Mmh, you can eat me out if you want, but tomorrow. Right now all I need is you getting a proper rest after that long fly" she left a kiss on Tooru's neck, a hand coming to caress Hajime's shoulder in comfort.

"You need to rest too, mommy" the setter called her teasingly, making all of them laugh.

"Okay baby, I will"

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orangepurin45 · 3 years

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𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫!! - 𝐂𝐨𝐩! 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐗 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐏.𝐭 1

WARNING: Guns, some Yanderish themes (Oikawa is protective of Bara-arms), Blood, Drug dealing delivery, 🔞triggering sexual content 🔞, Angst, Fluff?, Slight!IwaOi, Mentions of past humiliation & trauma (high-school bullying)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

This is my first time writing btw. Happy Reading! if not the exit is over there 👉🚪.

Papers sprawled all over the desk, strings attached each other to another. A loud sip from the bulky man and a paper flip to side then eyes rose up to the photo of you grinning like a mischievous fox with red lips and taunting eyes screaming "CATCH ME IF YOU DARE," vibe Hajime grit his teeth glaring at your dirty face.

L/n Y/n, also know as the dark phoenix, Japan's most notorious drug dealing, homicide, and man-woman torturer and murderer in the whole country.

Everyone fears you.

Everyone obey at you.

Everyone believes you are the end.

Everything they think, you were responsible of all of this.

"Iwa-chan! Chief wants you to-..." Tooru spokes but was stopped by the sound of Iwaizumi's chair screech. He stood up, shadow loom under his gaze as he walks out the door.

"Wait! Iwa-chan I was supposed to...!

SLAM!

Inform you, " he finished, his lips turned downwards at the cold room, his chocolate eyes scanned every detail of the room then stopped to your portrait of your scary taunting face.

"Thanks a lot, Y/n-chan... But I didn't know you were into kind of... mess, " he smiles sadly, tracing his fingers at your photo. Lips tighten softly at the flashback, of yourself and the other 3rd years. How ironic to see your sweet, sweet smile in the memories compare to your now scary one.

"But I'm not letting you hurt Iwa-chan...That's a promise!,"

He points at your portait, eyes of determination and protection to swearing to blood to bone of himself not want his childhood friend be hurt. He turned away as long he lives

He will never let Hajime's life on the line.

Blood splatter, and small packet of white powder in the sachet all over the floor. Blowing your gun, hot steam coming out of the hole. Soft red lips upturned wickedly, your loyal subordinates gathers the small plastic packets inside the black bag.

"Bring it on the trunk immediately," You grinned as they nodded, immediately running towards your car.

Although, all happiness and rainbows has to ended when your car exploded and a familiar gunfire break a loose killing at off your men in sight.

"Oh dear... here we go again," You giggled then smirked, eyes delighted to see the man, who is obsessed of you being arrested.

How cute! 💕

"DARK PHOENIX!!!," Hajime yelled, eyes filled with fury and justice glaring at your calm figure. His teeth angrily clench pointing his gun at you.

"What a pleasant surprise!... I never thought you were such a party pooper, Iwaizumi-san! I'm absolutely...hurt," you pouted furrowing your brows playfully at him, to which he just flinch remembering a memory, looking down at the thought.

But you took this opportunity to snatched the gun off of his Iron grip by sitting on his shoulder then do some acrobatics before jumping off his broad shoulders then before jumping back then throw him on the ground with a headlock.

"You know it was all good~ back in the day! My mom always taught me to take care of what mess it was...And that was me she was talking about, "

He grunt, trying to wiggling his way out of your grasped but no avail the tightness is stronger than he expected. You giggled when you heard him yelped.

“Let ME go this is instant! I’m gonna make sure you’re gonna rot in prison!,”

He shouted, throwing his saliva right at your face at each sentence he threat for you. But you only grinned, eyes in mischief and raising a brow at him.

“Oh please~ Cry me a river! Your the cop here aren’t you gonna do it but instead you’re just laying under me...shame on you Iwaizumi-san,”

Silence ... You saw how he looks down and saw sorrow at his face, seemingly remembers something, you hummed a growing smile on your soft lips.

“Ne, Iwazumi-san Do you remember the day Oikawa-san humiliate me?,”

He snaps out his trace, then looks at you eyes as larger as the china wares.

“You didn’t help me back then, instead you let him do what he did to me,”

Rains started to pour, as the steaming car slowly deflates it’s flame little by little by an hours. Hajime’s heart dropped at the statement.

Yes, It’s true he did only watched.

He just...didn’t know

He didn’t know what to do If he did help you back then.

Because of a certains rumors that you seduce your father, your uncle, other male students in any campus. That’s what Oikawa made up, He thought realising it.

You rejected Tooru because you view him as a brother only and nothing more.

“Isn’t because of Oikawa...was it?,”

“All of that wasn’t true SHUT UP!!,”

Unrealising you let him go and back yourself away from him, giving Hajime to sit up then slowly stood. He saw suprising seeing you hitting your head, slapping and punching your head. Snot and tears and all, pulling your hair out, heavily breathing then whimper and cries. Hajime was about to approach you giving the comfort you deserve, you deserve long time ago that he was going to give if he helped you.

But being a fucked out mentally ill you are, Throwing your head back flash of lightning. Red eyes and nose all bloodshot. Wet Hair stuck on your face.

“FUCK THEM ALL FOR BEING NAIVE ASS BITCH THEY KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!!,”

“Y/n I-,”

All of the sudden a hooded man engulf you in an embrace then took you, jumping in each delivering cubes. But before he left, he shot Iwaizumi by the calf making him grunt then kneel down to hold where the shot is.

“IWA-CHAN!,”

Oikawa runs afront of him, and by anger he tried firing his bullet back at the hooded man but failed when he fired back to disarm him then fled at the scene.

“That bitch had company I see... Iwa-chan are you alright,”

After the rage diminished into concern laced tone, he pulled Iwaizumi up throwing his arm over his shoulder. Gazing in greater concern at him.

Or Love, so to speak.

“Everything will be all right, Iwa-chan I already called back-up,”

Hajime grunt, he unlatch himself off Oikawa suprise at the action he give, he stumbled and winced but he then glared at Oikawa.

His heart ache’d at the facial expression, shattering to him into pieces.

“Get off me I can take care of myself, I’m not some type of baby being taken care of,” He explains, he took a second to look where you feld and the hooded man went, A breath escape his lips and just stumble ahead.

when the back-up came, they help him guide back inside the ambulance.

“I told you I can take care of myself! Lay off!!,”

“Japan needed you Iwaizumi-san...So you’ll be needing our guidance for now,” The medic discipline and explains The Cop as he guided Hajime at the back of the ambulance.

He click his tongue before the paramedics lift him up in ease onto the ambulance.

Oikawa on the other hand, chocolate-colored eyes darkens at the moment of Hajime's pained expression when he taken the bullet that strike his calf.

And the sorrowfulness of his face when he was about to hug you.

His staring directly at your self-hate state as if he was that main guy at a certain love story, but a fucked up one.

He wanted to comfort you so badly that he might forget you'll stab him by the back. He grit his teeth, his knuckles turning white at point of view of your being.

But first he had to make sure you will be torture to hell where you belong.

"Oikawa-senpai! Is everything is going to be alright?"

A turnip head guy pops out, eye'ing in concern at the ambulance where Iwaizumi resides in, left the scene. Tooru took a deep breath, as he face his youngest colleague with that well-covered smile.

"It's alright! There's no need to worry! Cause' He will have the greatest care in the hospital... For awhile I think"

"Oikawa-senpai... Your palms are bleeding"

Kunimi pointed out, staring boredly at the fresh wound that have his blood run down his fingers to his knuckles.

He hadn't realise in mad anger, he clawed his palm so bad at the thought of you gonna ruining Iwaizumi's life.

"Ahhh! My hand slipped in the strawberry jam! My bad hehe"

(；^ 3^）✌️even though it was rather darker than the sweet jam itself, Kunimi could tell it was a lie. He could tell the deep nail marks on his palm and blood mixing under his nails too.

"Uh... Okay I guess..." He pretend to buy it, much of Oikawa's satisfaction.

"Okay back to work! We need to investigate this piece of shit of a burning car!" He grin happily as he skipped towards the steaming car, not caring about the rain pouring down.

Hope you rot in hell Y/n dearest or else one touch on Iwa-chan and you are gone he thought with a deep frown thinking about you makes Oikawa sick upon his stomach but hopefully that one day, you'll be captured and rot in jail.

Or maybe suffer in death sentence because of the multiple crimes you make.

Hope you suffer He thought with sadistic grin.

-End P. T 1-

That was not I expected, but judge all you want all because of the grammar I've been working is still under- construction and I've been using writing stuff like this because of a certain mental stability I've got... Not all that set aside. Thank y'all for reading don't forget to leave a heart or not because due to my ungrateful grammar that make you sick... I'm sorry about that and I apologies for being born... Is all

-orangepurin45

#iwaizumi x y/n #slight iwaoi #first writing #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi hajime #x reader #criminalxpoliceau!#Minors don't interact #blood #imnervousethisismyfirsteverwritinghereintumblr #skskskksks #yandere oikawa

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comradekiwi · 2 years

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my deepest. darkest secret

#i’m literally such a liar bc I’m like haha yeah multishipper!#meanwhile if I see a ship w one of my otp that’s not them I’m filled with [foreboding doomsday noises]#I saw a comment that was like “respect all ships on the outside and slander on the inside” and yeah that #maybe the difference is I’m not an anti #no I’m def a liar bc I pretend the other ships bring me joy when they do not #iwaoi #kagehina #okay honestly slight exception for kirideku but still prefer if it leads to krbkdk😭#bkdk #klance #WAIT I SHIP BOTH #zukka #AND #zutara #SO I LIED FOR THAT SPECIFIC CASE #merthur #starco #lol that’s an old one #wolfstar #peace and love tho #free! is hard bc idfk whether to ship makoharu or rinharu😭#probably #makoharu #tbh #ik I don’t have to pick but thing is. I do #it’s the hyperfixation in me #holy shit this is bc of adhd too #good god #adhd #lmfao

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antiiva · 7 years

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wit day 17: jubilant [first] [previous] [next]

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The drop of the ball on the other side of the court echoes through the gymnasium, and following it, there are tumultuous roars.

Ushijima’s breath catches in his throat and his chest swells as someone-- a teammate-- tackles him into a hug, laughing, praising his serve that had finished off the game. Blood rushes in his ears as teammates crowd in around him, voices hoarse from cheers and on-court support; even Oikawa is there, eyes shining with furious pride, his hand roughly smacking Ushijima’s back, over that famed red jersey.

“We fucking did it, Ushiwaka,” he crows, grinning wildly and wiping at his eyes. Ushijima merely gives a stunned nod, clenching both of his fists and inhaling shakily.

We won.

A figure streaks out of the lower bleachers, shouldering past the people stationed to keep him out and sprinting towards them. Iwaizumi tackles Oikawa into a hug that sends them both stumbling, spinning slightly on the spot while unable to contain their euphoria. Ushijima hears you made it and god, you’re amazing and I love you, I love you, I love you.

Ushijima tears his eyes away from them. Bokuto and Kuroo are locked into a hug that then relaxes to admit a few others, their coach is excitedly talking to the referee, and all around him the joy, the jubilance is palpable.

He glances up toward the bleachers. No one else had been allowed to spill down onto the court, and he sees no shock of red hair, no Cheshire grin. That’s fine, he supposes. After what had happened, seeing Tendou probably wouldn’t have been good for him anyway.

The rest is sort of a blur of fierce congratulations and tight handshakes. They bow, they thank their opponents, they help clean up.The team (along with a few extras, Iwaizumi’s hand is still clasped tight in Oikawa’s) gets herded into the locked room and they’re all abuzz with chatter, making plans of where to grab dinner before they reconvene at the gymnasium. Ushijima stands in the shower for longer than he ever has before, letting the hot water soothe his aching muscles. The number of people sharing the space with him trickles down.

Iwaizumi and Oikawa are still there, and both of them glance over as he steps out of the stall with a towel around his waist. “Is something wrong or does he always look like that?” Iwaizumi asks quietly. Oikawa waves a hand.

“Oi, Ushiwaka.” Oikawa slaps a towel over his shoulder and leans against the lockers. “Have you talked to him?”

Ushijima slowly retrieves his clothes. “I do not know who you mean.”

“Tendou. Satori. The one who looks like a chipmunk and who is probably the reason you’re not fully enjoying yourself.” Oikawa leans down and squints at him. “You really haven’t talked to him since you confessed?”

Iwaizumi chokes on air and Ushijima sighs. “It was not a confession.”

“Bullshit it wasn’t,” Oikawa challenges. “What else could you have said to piss him off so much?”

“He was not ‘pissed off’,” Ushijima says, voice a little irritated. “He was confused. Maybe… disappointed.”

He half expects the other two to mock him, but neither of them do. Ushijima sighs and stands, slipping on boxers under his towel. “It is in the past,” he says, dropping the towel and slipping on a shirt and shorts. “And if he wants nothing more to do with me, I will respect his…”

The door opens and Ushijima blinks. A figure steps through-- tall, lean, familiar, with crimson hair a little better tamed than he remembers and a bouquet clutched in one freckled hand. “... Satori?”

Tendou visibly swallows and lifts his other hand, waggling a few fingers. “Heya, Wakatoshi,” he says, voice soft.

Ushijima’s mouth feels dry. Oikawa and Iwaizumi share an obvious glance at one another and they’re quick to round up the last of their belongings, slipping out the door past Tendou, who had stepped aside. “Satori, what are you doing here?”

“Apologizing,” Tendou says sheepishly, holding out the bouquet of carnations. “I… I wanted to come watch your big winning game, but my midterm ran long. Some of it played on the train, though.”

Ushijima takes the flowers, still puzzled. “Are you not…?”

“Mad?” Tendou shakes his head and sighs, looking almost regretful. “Nah, I… I was being super childish, Wakatoshi. I shouldn’t have pushed you away.”

Tendou halts. “It’s been about a year now, hasn’t it?”

“A little over,” Ushijima says, lips pursed. Tendou looks up at him with an odd look in his eyes, brows knitting together. He takes a step closer.

“Are you mad?” he asks tentatively. A bit of the rigidity eases from Ushijima’s spine.

“No,” he answers honestly. He looks down at the flowers. “I’m not.”

He sees Tendou grin in his peripheral. “Good,” he says, and suddenly he’s a lot closer.

Tendou’s fingers-- knobbly and a little calloused, covered in scars-- press to his cheeks. Ushijima’s eyes widen just slightly and he’s given no time to react before Tendou kisses him, uncoordinated and off-center and so stereotypically perfect.

Tendou rocks back on his heels after a moment. There’s a pretty flush growing behind the constellations of freckles splattered over his cheeks. “Sorry it took me so long to get back to you on that,” he says, the memory of Ushijima gently kissing Tendou’s cheek and murmuring heartfelt words after a nostalgic evening of visiting their old town swimming through both of their minds. “I was afraid.”

Fear was something Tendou would seldom admit, especially not in such a direct way. Ushijima blinks and swallows down the quiet happiness threatening to close up his throat. “Afraid of what?”

“Of losing you,” Tendou tries, then frowns slightly. “Well, not of… you. I knew we were going to different universities and all so I was prepared for that, but…”

Ushijima understands. Things wouldn’t have been easy with the distance between them, and their busy schedules wouldn’t allow frequent visits. “Are you still afraid?” he asks softly, reaching down and taking Tendou’s hands in both of his own. Lord, at this rate, he’s almost forgotten his big win-- all he can see is Tendou, gaze at the fluttering of his eyelashes as their eyes meet and the curl of his mouth into a wide grin.

“No.”

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