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syuga-s · 1 month

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the art of seduction... and hair pulling

w.c. I genuinely don't know around 2.6k (???)

pairing. Oikawa x female!reader, implied Makki x reader & Iwaizumi x reader i'm sorry

genre. crack, suggestive

a/n. haikyuu girl what are you doing here!!! I got carried away. A lot. I was planning on doing a blurb, a short imagine for fuck's sake, BUT HERE WE ARE. be wary of guy friends who will tug on your hair with no warning, they're out there ☝️ curse words here and there 👍

Friends since high school, you and your close-knit group, the infamous Seijoh Four and your best friend Momo. It was just supposed to be a night out with your friends. Those four plus you and Momo. A casual night out. You had gone to one of your fave spots in town, an outdoor brewery, one of the few calm places where there was a table big enough for all of you.

Oikawa was deep into a conversation with Makki and Mattsun while you were talking with Iwaizumi beside you and Momo in front of you. Each group in their own topic. Tonight you were in the middle of Oikawa and Iwaizumi, while the other side sat with Mattsun, Makki and Momo in that order.

Momo leaned in conspiratorially, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, have you heard about Iwa's last ex?" she begins, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper.

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, clearly not thrilled about the direction the conversation is taking. "Oh, not this again," he mutters.

As Momo's words hang in the air, you can't help but lean in, curiosity piqued. "spill it," you urge, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Iwaizumi lets out a resigned sigh, knowing there's no escaping the impending gossip. "Fine, but keep it down," he says, glancing around to make sure no one nearby can overhear. "What about her?"

"Oh, I've got to hear this," you declare, unable to contain your excitement.

Iwaizumi lets out a long-suffering sigh, shooting Momo a playful glare. "You know what, I thought we agreed to leave my dating disasters in the past," he grumbles with amusement in his eyes.

Momo waves off his protests with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Oh, come on, Iwa-chan, it's all in good fun," she insists, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

In the same table you could also hear,

"I'm telling you, guys, it's all in the wrist action," Oikawa insists, his voice laced with a hint of smugness.

Makki chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "And here I thought you were just born with that perfect hair-pulling technique," he teases, earning a playful shove from Matsukawa.

Oikawa and your other two friends were talking about the proper way to pull someone's hair while you're at it, Oikawa was pretty sure, if not a 100% sure, he had the supreme technique, the mother of all of them.

"Alright, so picture this," Oikawa begins, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans in closer to Makki and Mattsun. "You're with a girl, right? And you want to add a little extra... to the moment."

Makki nods eagerly, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm listening," he says, leaning in closer to catch every word.

Oikawa flashes them a confident smirk before continuing. "So, you start by gently running your fingers through her hair," he explains, his voice taking on a theatrical flair. "And then, just when she least expects it, you give a little tug."

Matsukawa raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what's the secret to the perfect tug?" he asks, crossing his arms with an unamused tone.

Oikawa grins, clearly enjoying being the center of attention. "Ah, my dear friends, that is the million-dollar question," he replies, his voice dripping with faux wisdom. "You see, it's all about the timing and the angle. Too hard, and you risk pulling her hair out. Too soft, and it's just not as satisfying."

Makki and Mattsun exchange amused glances, barely able to contain their laughter at Oikawa. "Write that down, write that down," Makki chuckled while hitting Mattsun’s arm.

Having you next to him was perfect for the coming demonstration.

Unbeknownst to you, Oikawa's claims of expertise would soon be put to the test. In a daring move, he seized the opportunity to demonstrate his supposedly flawless technique, entangling his fingers in your hair and giving it a sudden tug. The shock of the unexpected sensation rippled through you, and a soft whimper escaped your lips, instantly catching the attention of your friends.

The air crackled with silent acknowledgment, each member of the group acutely aware of what just happened.

The suddenness of the noise caught you off guard. After that sound came out of your mouth, your eyes flew open in shock. Shocked of having done that noise? While in front of all your friends? Did they hear? The truth was – they had. Of course they did. Only someone who wasn’t paying attention didn’t get to hear you. All of the people in this table got to hear you whimper with the little action your dear friend over here did.

A single thought echoed in your mind. Oikawa what the fuck?

You blinked a few times. As your eyes met with Momo's amused gaze, you saw she was having a hard time keeping her laughter to herself. Next, you turned to Iwaizumi, noting how he was clenching his jaw and the subtle movement of his Adam's apple as he avoided meeting your eyes. Now Makki. His hand was covering his mouth not actually in shock, but with both of his eyebrows raised, you could see a blend of amusement and disbelief, a mirror to your own expression, while Mattsun's swift return to his beer signaled his desire to move past the subject.

“See? I told you it works. I’ve perfected it over time.”

You jerked your head to the side, eyes wide as you tried to process the startling words of this fucker. A fucker who dared turn you on in front of all your friends.

Oikawa's audacious declaration jolted you into reality. His casual demeanor only fueled the disbelief and arousal swirling within you, leaving you speechless and utterly flustered.

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,”

As you excused yourself to visit the bathroom, the scolding at the table started, with a newfound focus on nagging Oikawa for his move. Momo took the lead, her voice carrying a playful reminder as she wagged her hand at Oikawa. "Oikawa, you can't just go around pulling people's hair like that!" she chided, though a glint sparkled in her eyes, softening the scolding tone. Iwaizumi chimed in with a mock-serious expression, his deep voice laced with amusement. "Yeah, next time, at least buy her dinner first or something," he quipped, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Makki and Mattsun joined in the teasing, their playful banter serving to diffuse any tension. "Come on, Oikawa, we all know you think you’re smooth and all that, but that was a bit much," Makki teased, his grin infectious as he hit Oikawa's shoulder. Mattsun, ever the voice of reason, poked some fun too. "You're lucky she didn't slap you," he joked, raising his glass in a mock-toast to their friend's boldness.

Oikawa’s gaze lingered on the spot where you had disappeared to the bathroom. An impish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He pushed himself away from the table, something naughty about his aura.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he announced casually, his voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for his friends to hear. Without waiting for a response, he sauntered away from the table, his steps purposeful as he made his way to find you.

Makki and Mattsun exchanged a knowing look, their grins widening as they watched their friend’s calculated move.

“Do we all know where he’s off to?” Makki mused, his voice low enough to make the remaining ones at the table hear him.

Mattsun chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink before offering his own theory. “Probably to continue his little game with y/n,” he replied, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “That man doesn’t know when to quit.”

Their conversation was punctuated by Momo’s playful jab, her eyes alight with mischief. “I think Oikawa enjoys stirring up things with her just for the thrill of it,” she quipped.

Iwaizumi couldn't help commenting “Honestly, I think y/n knows exactly what she’s doing too,” he remarked. “She’s always had Shittykawa wrapped around her finger,”

"Wouldn’t surprise me if she gets him about to bust one before we even leave this place,”

"Yeah I remember that time y/n whispered something in my ear that had me blushing for hours. She fucking knows how play with you" Makki smirked.

Mattsun chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “I guess we've been spared from y/n’s mischief so far,”

“Right, Iwa? Momo?”

Iwaizumi’s lips quirk into a knowing smirk, his gaze flickering briefly to Momo before returning to Mattsun. “Oh, yeah that's right” he replied cryptically. Plainly brushing him off.

Back in the bathroom you couldn't suppress the laughter bubbling up within you at the absurdity of the situation. Despite of having felt embarrassed for a couple of minutes. That actually turned you on. Of course, Oikawa and you have flirted a few times before. It was in both of your natures but tonight it opened a door. You bit your lip as you fixed your hair in the mirror, a mischievous glint danced in your eyes, reflecting a latent desire stirring.

Just as you left the bathroom, to your surprise, there stood Oikawa, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His presence caught you off guard, yet you couldn't deny the rush of anticipation that surged through you at the sight of him. "Well, well, well, look who it is," he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned against a door frame, his gaze locking with yours.

As Oikawa began to close the distance between you, his presence seemed to fill the entire room, enveloping you in a heady mix of excitement. You couldn't help but feel small in comparison to his commanding presence, his height and confidence casted a spell over you. Your eyes traced the lines of his figure, taking in every detail, from the confident tilt of his head to the way his shirt clung to his muscular frame.

The air between you thickened and got hotter. Feeling small under his imposing presence, you let your eyes roam over his figure, taking in the way he filled the space around you.

Now it was your turn to toy with him. In a moment of daring impulse, fueled by the charged atmosphere between you, you decide to trace the contours of his torso, your fingertips trembling with anticipation as they hovered over his defined muscles.

As your hand traced him, lingering over the defined curve of his pec, you felt a surge of boldness wash over you. With each deliberate touch, you reveled in the sensation of his warmth beneath your fingertips, relishing the way he responded to your teasing caress.

Oikawa was battling within himself, torn between the desire to reciprocate and the temptation to let you take the lead. He longed to tangle his fingers in your hair once again, or to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his touch. Yet, a voice of restraint urged him to hold back, to savor the moment and revel in your boldness. Wrestling with his impulses, he decided to wait, allowing you to dictate the pace for now, but eagerly anticipating the moment when he could fully engage in this game between you two.

Your eyes, locked in a magnetic gaze with his own, refused to waver, captivated by the depth and intensity of his caramel-colored irises. It was as if they held a secret language, speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

You could feel the heat radiating between you, a palpable energy that pulsed in the air around you. You edged closer to him, close enough to have him smell the intoxicating scent of your freshly shampooed hair mingled with your perfume, the very same perfume he found utterly irresistible and loved since years ago. It was a scent that consistently drew him to your side, the very reason he always sought out the seat next to you in any setting.

Your lips got dangerously close to his own, and he could swear that the same soft whimper you let out a few minutes ago was going to escape his mouth.

With a teasing smile, you leaned back slightly, the warmth of your breath grazing his lips tantalizingly. "See? I have my own tricks too," you whispered, your voice a playful melody that danced in his ears.

As your lips parted from his, a surge of anticipation rippled through him, leaving him longing to clash his lips against yours. But before he could act, your mouth moved to his ear, your words sending a shiver down his spine. "I had to even the score, don’t you think?" you murmured, the gentle tease laced with a hint of filthiness.

As you both return to the table, you notice a fresh round of beers waiting for you, courtesy of your friends.

Their eyes flicker between you and Oikawa, a knowing grin spreading across their faces as they take in his subtle change in expression.

Momo raises an eyebrow playfully. "Looks like someone's got a lot on their mind," she teases, her voice laced with amusement. Iwaizumi offers a knowing smirk, his gaze lingering on Oikawa for a moment before he takes a sip of his drink. "What's got you all worked up, Oikawa?" he asks, his tone light but not passing on the opportunity to embarrass him a bit.

Makki and Mattsun, sharing a silent chuckle as they await Oikawa's response.

Oikawa chuckles nervously, trying to maintain his composure as he feels the weight of everyone’s gaze on him. “Oh, you know, just contemplating the mysteries of the universe,” he quips.

“Bullshit my guy,” you finally said. Pride written all over your face.

Makki's mischievous grin widens as he leans in, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire. "Don’t tell me you’re actually blushing bro," his tone light-hearted but teasing. Oikawa's cheeks flush even more at the remark, and he shoots Makki a mock glare.

Matsukawa chimes in with a smirk, "I thought you were the 'Grand King' Oikawa. Can't handle a little friendly ribbing?"

Between his nerves and his brain recovering from what you did to him, what Oikawa actually heard was, “Can't handle a little friendly rubbing?" And Oikawa's eyes widened slightly, a subtle shift in his demeanor as he realizes the implications of Matsukawa's words.

Oikawa’s voice raised an octave in panic, “WHAT DID YOU SEE?”

Iwaizumi’s smirk widened as he saw his friend's reaction, "Relax, Oikawa," he replies. "We didn't see anything, but your reaction says it all.”

Makki, always the one to jump in with his comments, couldn't resist adding his two cents. "y/n, honey, remind me to never play with your hair," a playful wink sent to you.

bonus. because i'm in love with iwa-chan and i couldn't help imagine this part even though it doesn't fit the story anymore

As the night went on, Iwaizumi found himself gravitating towards you more often than usual, his protective instincts kicking in. Whether it was subtly adjusting his position to make you more comfortable, offering you his jacket when the evening air turned colder, or simply engaging you in conversation with a gentle smile, his actions speak volumes about his care and concern for you. You can't help but feel a warmth spreading in your chest each time he looks out for you. Iwaizumi ended up leaning over and pulled you into a sideways hug, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. With a warm smile, he squeezes you gently, his voice soft as he says, “You feeling okay?” Not sure if he meant something regarding your alcohol intake or something about what happened tonight. Regardless, feeling the comforting weight of his arm around you, you lean into his embrace, grateful for having him in your life, like this.

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tiza0925 · 9 months

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Haikyuu Fics

ship fics:

A Distraction (Oikawa x Hinata, College AU)

Training Camp (Oikawa x Hinata, Seijoh!Hinata)

This Little Thing Of Ours (Oikawa x Hinata, College AU, Omegaverse) 🤍 in progress 🤍

Just One More (Bokuto x Akaashi, Modern AU, FTM Akaashi)

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A New Skirt (Bokuto x Female Reader, Aged-Up Characters)

Just a Pill (Kuroo x Female Reader, Aged-Up Characters)

His Jersey (Bokuto x Female Reader, Aged-Up Characters)

Drink it All (Oikawa x Female Reader, Aged-Up Character)

A Celebration (Bokuto x Female Reader, Aged-Up Characters)

Pretty Little Thing (Hinata x Female Reader, Aged-Up Characters)

Like Honey (Sakusa x Female Reader, Aged-Up Characters)

Intimate (Akaashi x Female Reader, Aged-Up Characters)

Wrap your fingers around my neck (Hinata, Tsukishima, Atsumu x Female Reader, Aged-Up Characters)

> Masterpost

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gatitties · 1 year

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Problem

Manager Miniseries

─ Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─ Summary: Aoba's boys have a problem and you get their attention by trying to help your friend

─ Warnings: oikawa

0 > 1

It's not like a 'story' itself, so it won't have an ending as such, although there is some continuity in some chapters, it can be read separately, the numbering is just for convenience!

"Ahh, Iwa-chan that hurts!"

He took his hands to the affected area, caressing it to try to soothe the pain caused by the fist of his best friend who had an irritation mark on his forehead, he was tired of his captain's nonsense.

“Stop teasing Kentaro you piece of shit."

While the duo of friends continued arguing, two other third-year boys laughed as they commented on things they saw on their phones, apparently they were memes. Kentaro was gripping a volleyball too tightly, he was frowning, surely frustrated by Oikawa's words and not being able to beat the team's ace, he began to mercilessly hit the ball against the wall. The first years boys, well, Kunimi was sleeping lying on one of the benches while Kindaichi desperately tried to wake him up by making all sorts of strange sounds. Yahaba and Watari were practicing at the back of the court, watching as chaos succumbed to their beautiful team, surely they were praying that the punishment would not be too much when the coach returned from attending to his business.

The echo of the door resounded above all the commotion, everyone froze when they saw the terrifying smile of their coach, they didn't know what awaited them but surely from their teacher's face it was not good at all.

"We have to talk."

"Repeat to me why I have to go."

"Because it will be super cool! Besides, you didn't like sports or something?"

"No."

"Well, it doesn't matter, you have to come with me, please!"

She begged grabbing your forearms, shaking you from side to side, her insistence winning this time, letting a long, dramatic breath slide past your lips.

"Fine, fine, but only because I have nothing to do."

"You never have anything to do."

"Shut up."

The happiest girl squealed excitedly thinking of the thousands of ways to declare herself to her supposed crush. You two walked to the gym, you calmly with your hands in your pockets while yawned and the other in a messy bundle that tried to calm down by pressing the folds of her skirt.

"Why are you so nervous?"

"Why!? Haven't you heard what I've been telling you at recess?"

"Not much, you know I was concentrating on eating, priorities."

Your classmate sighed exhausted, explaining everything again but in a more summarized way, after a few minutes you found out that she wanted to declare herself with a beautiful and emotional love letter. Too typical. You arrived at the gym where the Seijoh men's volleyball team practiced, the surprise was seeing many girls sitting there, at least it was surprising for you.

'Since when have all these people been such fanatic?'

You sat next to another group who were whispering something about a cute boy, chocolates, and love.

'It's Valentine's Day and I haven't heard? Wait a second… did I feed the cat?! Mom is going to-'

A lot of high-pitched screams hit your eardrum being dragged off by a pack of what seemed to be crazy female fans. You looked for your friend to realize that she was among all the young women, exhausted, you left there waiting for the circle to dissipate so that you could return home with your classmate. You couldn't see it until a boy with strangely spiky hair brought out the man who was apparently being harassed by the previous group who now looked disillusioned, among them was your friend who was holding the letter tightly in front of her chest. You sighed heavily when you saw the girl's expression, you looked for a second at the letter and the boy who was dragged as if he were a scolded son, the other girls had already left practically disappointed.

"Bring me that."

You grabbed the letter from your friend without letting her react in time when you started walking in the opposite direction.

"N-don't wait n-"

You ignored her, you were already only a few steps away from the boy, when you were close enough you touched his shoulder to get his attention, although you not only caught his attention, but also all the people who were there due to the discussion of the men who was stopped by you.

"Hey, I'm so sorry but he's busy."

The spiky-haired boy seemed quite tired of these situations, he really should have been paid for having to put up with all these messes.

"Iwa-chan don't be mean, she's just a cute fan."

Iwaizumi clicked his tongue letting go of his captain, waiting to one side, holding back the urge to hit his 'beloved' captain's head again, he crossed his arms watching his friend smile falsely at you who remained by his side, looking silent interaction.

"What do you need darling?"

"This is stupid" you whispered, placing your fingers on the bridge of your nose "Here, it's from her."

You pointed to your friend who was walking clumsily over there with her face red as a tomato.

“I-I-I'm sorry, s-she usually very direct."

She gave a small curtsy to the jock duo, who looked at the newcomer in confusion while you yawned scratching the top of your head.

"Hey, I did you a favor."

"It was supposed to be a romantic scene!"

"Huh? That's stupid, besides, do you even know him enough to fall in love? He seems a bit of an idiot."

An arrow stuck into Oikawa's body while Iwaizumi enjoyed the moment, he didn't know you but he already liked you.

"O-Of course I do! He's nice I just know!"

She gasped moving her arms from side to side, exaggerating her point, you just rolled your eyes slightly pushing your friend away for leave the gym.

"I'll pretend I believe you just because I want to go home."

You walked away from her taking out your phone to answer some messages, leaving your friend in a mess next to her crush, after other apologies and bows, she ran after you to catch up with. The boys' volleyball team was silent for a few moments, watching as you two walked out the door remembering the talk they had earlier with their coach.

"We have to talk." most of them remained static "you are an excellent team on the court but the training sessions are beyond me, not to mention the constant problems you cause." they all looked at each other, sharing complicit glances "Until you find a manager who can put up with your nonsense and knows how to control you, I won't plan any practice matches again."

Silence reigned throughout the court and was not broken until people interested in the sport, or a certain popular boy, began to enter.

They had a problem.

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curtsycream · 2 months

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pinkykats-place · 2 years

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Haikyuu x Reader ft. Hurt/Comfort

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devilstruly · 2 years

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lights, camera, action!

iwaizumi hajime x female reader

platonic relationships with oikawa, hanamaki and matsukawa

to sum it up: you dress different than usual and go out with seijoh 4. they end up hyping you up to take pictures for your instagram feed

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'Goodness this is so embarrassingggggggg!'

You whined, shoving your head in your hands while standing in front of the boys. Oikawa gave you an encouraging smile from where he stood - a few feet away from you with your phone in his hand.

'Nonsense Y/N-chan, you're doing great!'

Matsukawa and Hanamaki claimed that you were hot for the umpteenth time in the last fifteen minutes and at this point you were blushing from all the attention and compliments directed towards you. You were never the best at posing for pictures and you never really had the urge to take a hundred of them just because you thought you looked somewhat good for once.

You went shopping a few days ago, desperately needing new clothes for summer. Even though you prefered stealing Oikawa's comfy clothes more than being in your own, you wanted to posses some nice articles of clothing for when you go out. When seijoh 4 picked you up a few minutes prior, you were very self conscious about how they're going to react. Oikawa grinned widely and hugged you, all the while praising your outfit and look overall. Matsukawa let out a loud whistle - and you hate to admit it but it made you blush - and Makki whooped beside him with a wink. The one person you were actually the most worried about however, was the only one avoiding your eyes. Iwaizumi mumbled something along the lines of 'You look nice' before taking large strides in front of the four of you. It honestly stung a little, not really the kind of reaction you would want from your crush. But of course, before you even had a chance to sulk about it Oikawa slung an arm around your shoulders and rolled his eyes at the man in front.

'Don't worry about Iwa-chan he's just flustered by how good you look'

'I don't know-'

'Oh come on did you not see him blushing?! My god you're both so dense'

'Yeah what he said'

'Guys for the last time - Iwa-chan doesn't like me!'

'Bullshit'

The three of them replied in unison making you let out a heavy sigh before biting on the inside of your cheek. 'Listen even if he did he's not showing it in any way so why should I bother?' You sighed again, leaning against Oikawa for support while he rubbed your arm. 'Because since you're both so oblivious you're practically made for each other!' Makki flailed his arms around to emphasize his annoyance as Matsukawa backed him up.

This has been a reoccurring discussion with the three of them. Not too long ago you noticed that Iwaizumi has been a bit weird around you, but you decided not to take it to heart since he had trouble with expressing his emotions. Oikawa had tried to convince you it's because Iwa-chan has recently had an epiphany about the feelings he harbored towards you. You laughed in Oikawa’s face when he said that and he sighed exasperatedly, expecting this reaction. You had great respect for the ace of Aoba Johsai. He may appear cold and aggressive but you knew that he was just a pure kind soul under all that scary exterior. You noticed the little things he did. How he'd always have a protein bar in his bag because he knew Oikawa forgets to eat before school and sometimes even during. You noticed how he treated the younger members on the team - like he was their big brother, always offering advice and pushing them to be the best versions of themselves. Not to mention he was also incredibly kind towards you as well. You lost count of how many times he gave you his jacket when you estimated the weather wrong that day, not wanting to carry around a coat if it's going to be too hot. Iwaizumi also helped you study for your exams because he knew that you work better when someone pushes you to do it. You teased him a lot though, much to his dismay. The first time you called him Iwa-chan he absolutely wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He thought that was the most embarrassing thing you could call him, he thought the same in Oikawa's case except the brunette has been doing it since they were four so he's pretty used to it now. You on the other hand thought it was the cutest thing ever and adored the nickname (and the barely noticeable blush on Iwaizumi's cheeks whenever you used it).

Not gonna lie, Iwaizumi was suspicious of you the first time he met you. You were very close with Oikawa which is never good but he wanted to give you a chance in case you're the complete opposite of his setter. Spoiler alert - you were not. Oikawa rubbed off on you easily and you picked up some of his habits subconsciously during your friendship. Unfortunately for Iwaizumi, there was just something about you that kept pulling him towards you. He tried resisting at first but you were friendly to him and his teammates and thankfully were not one of Oikawa's fangirls. So he slowly let you in - and caught feelings along the way. This was brought to him by his fellow third years about a month ago when they confronted him one day after practice. Naturally he tried denying at first because he wasn't sure what exactly he was feeling himself. However after Oikawa - very eagerly - explained to him how crushes work, he realized that he might actually have a crush on you. And that thought was proven true when he saw you in your newest outfit. He only ever saw you wear baggy clothes so even at the slightest bit of your curves showing he couldn't control neither his blush nor the not so wholesome thoughts he was having.

He was trying to bring his heart rate back to normal while walking a few feet ahead only to hear Oikawa's oh so cheerful voice behind him.

'This is the perfect place to take pictures! YN-chan give me your phone'

'Pictures? Absolutely not. I am not photogenic at all'

'Oh shut up and go stand over there'

Oikawa pushed you in front of them while opening the camera on your phone and taking a few selfies before flipping it. You shifted awkwardly and looked at Oikawa with pleading eyes but he pretend not to notice. Hanamaki and Matsukawa acted as the ultimate hype men even though it was obvious you had no idea what you were doing. After a few failed attempts Oikawa groaned and rubbed his temples in frustration.

'Y/N-chan why are you so awkward! I didn't get any good pics at all!'

'I told you I'm not photogenic dumbass!'

'That's not it it's just that-'

'You're doing it wrong'

The four of you looked at Iwaizumi when he suddenly spoke up before taking the phone from Oikawa despite the setter’s protests. He scrolled through the pictures Oikawa took, scoffing and giving him a glare before pointing the camera towards you. Your eyes widened the tiniest bit and you blushed ever so slightly. Iwa looked very focused on your phone while the only thing you could focus on was the loud thumping of your heart. 'Move your legs further apart. Not too far' You did what he told you to and received a small nod from him, his eyes never leaving your phone. 'Now put one hand in your pocket and run the other one through your hair' You did that too and and you swore there was a small smirk tugging at his lips but even if there was one he was quick to hide it. 'Alright now try not to focus so much on us and the camera. Try to relax and look away if it helps' You made eye contact with the other three who were smiling knowingly at you, making you blush a little bit more. 'Damn Y/N you could be a model' Matsukawa commented making you laugh in response, giving Iwaizumi the perfect opportunity to snap a picture. He showed you the result and you needed a few seconds to process that it was actually you in the picture. He smirked at you and asked if you wanted to take more. You agreed and he kept giving you advice on your poses while cracking a few jokes here and there to capture your smile.

You ended up with a few quite nice pictures and gave Iwa a big hug to thank him for his help. His arms wrapped around you as he chuckled claiming it was nothing. The sweet moment was of course interrupted by the obnoxious Oikawa pulling you away from Iwa and motioning for you to walk. 'Come on lovebirds we have a movie to catch' He rolled his eyes but you didn't miss the small smile he was trying to hide. You smacked his arm and took a step forward only to feel a hand grip your wrist gently. Cautiously, Iwa slipped his hand in yours, not daring to look at you, but you did see how the back of his neck reddened when you intertwined your fingers with his as you two walked behind the trio.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi imagine #hq iwaizumi

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ashthemadwriter-archived · 2 years

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How their female version would be like Ft. Karasuno

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairings: Karasuno boys X Gn!reader

Genre: Crack,Fluff,kinda Smut

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw content,mentions of BDSM,slight spoiler from the manga on Daichi's part

Word Count: 2.1 K

A/n: Used she/her pronouns for the characters.not proofread.doing this just with the Karasuno boys,so if you want me to do other teams as well,hit me :D

I would love to do it for Inarizaki and/or Nekoma as well…

image source here Part two with Fukurodani,Seijoh,Nekoma

↬Tobio Kageyama

-holy fucking shit,dude.shes hot as fuck and she doesn't even tries to

-I think she'll be the kind of girl who's quiet and doesn't really interact with anybody (except for you ofc)

-The heart breaker.thousands of boys have a thing for her,but none of them have the gutts to tell her because of the amount of guys she'd rejected before

-she has like, the biggest boobs ever.the sight of them bouncing up and down as he does a service ace is the hottest view you've ever seen in your whole fucking life,which is why it leads to a quicky into the locker room,and him trying to remain quiet as you suck on her nipples.

-shes not really into PDA (girl is shy T^T) , but loves it when she has all your attention.feeling your eyes on her in the court just makes her even more motivated to give it her best and win the match so she'll be able to hear your praises and feel your tight hugs.

-dunno why but she gives me a long haired girl kinda vibe.just imagine her and her straight,shiny black hair that is shaped into a long ponytail whenever she goes to play volleyball <3

-she tries to remain quiet in bed,but sometimes fails T^T you fingering her and eating her out at the same time literally drives her crazy.cannot control her loud moans,and you don't want her to either :D

-shes shy omg omg so shy when it comes to sex or confessing her feeling toward you T^T she'll blush everytime youre making her feel good and also,everytime she tells you how much you mean to her.ITS ADORABLE

-doesn't how a particular style and doesn't really care about her appearance. the only things you've seen her wearing is her jersey,her school uniform and the black & dark blue jacket she wears whenever she goes for jogging.

-her body…her fucking,goddamn,hot,toned body

-just Hallelujah

-just imagine her white,flawless body naked with her hair down,her tits bouncing up and down as your fucking eath other

-you get a heart attack everytime she wears a dress,because its rare she looks so fucking stunning

-god just help me-

↬Shoyo Hinata

-shes more like the adorable type (I mean,he already is,and hes into her sister's cute girly stuff so yeah)

-shes shy at first but when she gets used to you…omg

-clingiest baby ever

-loves it when you tie her hair into pigtails T^T appreciates any form of affection,honestly

-owns multiple types of cute hairclips and wears at least two of them to school

-her hair is not long,but not short either.medium sized :D but her height is definitely short lmao,like around 156 cm…

-but hey! its fine! I mean short girls are cute! and theres really no pressure on her,though its harder to reach the net :D

-now im giggling lol

-she wears long cute leggings which are kinda hot,but mostly cute

-big fan of phisycal touch.loves cuddles,high fives,kisses (she'll blush,but it doesn't mean that shes not into them)

-I think that she would be a switch in bed.like,you do something for her? shes gonna return the favor and even more wildly so <3 -her kisses are filled with emotions.her feelings immediately grow stronger for you as time passes by and will definitely get attached to you :>

-if you break her heart im gonna kick your ass

↬Kei Tsukishima

-HOLY FUCK

-im outta breath

-I mean goddd! hes already such a mean daddy/dom, and you think that will change if he turns into a woman? nopppppe!

-shes even meaner than usual !

-this mf is so damn fucking hot,i mean it!

-shes tall ok? so she has long,slim,hairless legs (thanks to laser lol)

-her thighs…

-Ash.exe has stopped working

-always wears long black/red leggings which makes her legs even more hotter

-people are always wondering about how she would taste :D and Yamaguchi notices this too

-"wow Tsuki! your legs are so hot!" "shut up,Yamaguchi"

-she has short,messy hair :> SHORT,BLONDE,MESSY HAIR

-longest fucking eyelashes ive ever seen,which makes her even more breath taking

-her hair reaches a bit under her shoulders

-just imagine her wearing bdsm clothes (wtf are they called? those black leather clothings? dunno lmfao) she'll block your eyesight bye covering them with a red ribbon, and will give you the best sex you've ever had

-shes so fucking mean! wont let you cum unless youre practically begging her to make you cum,and she has no mercy!

-youre obsessed with her.her salty attitude,her long fingers that makes you scream in bed,her hot fucking thighs which youre dying to lick one day…

-and she wonts disappoint you :D

-"you've been such a good girl/boy ,wanna make mommy feel good?"

-and that's how you end up lying on the bed,your tongue on her clit while she rides your face, and she wont take her leggings/long boots off :D

-just come fuck me Tsukishima lmao im desperate

↬Tadashi Yamaguchi

-awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

-no seriously, awwwwwwwwwwww

-shes so nice and cuuuuuuuuute!

-so cute! so cute I just wanna eat her up!

-which is weird how shes friends with a meannie like Tsuki, but we all know that Tsukishima is good deep down too :)

-blushing most of the time,especially when boys try to talk to her or ask her out

-"ah… blushing furiously* t-thank you but I already have y/n…"

-im gonna die I cant take it anymore theres butterflies flying out of me

-this princess is the definition of the word "Adorable"

-she has long hair :> not as long as Kageyamas, but long

-ok ok imagine this

-youre sitting on her bed and shes sitting on the ground.you braid her long hair for her and then gently pull her hair so she would look up to you,and you place a small kiss on her forehead telling her how beautiful she looks and then shower her with kisses while she blushes hard

-shes into skincare :> you spend your Friday nights trying the new masks and skincare products shes bought and she'll whine a bit when you eat all the cucumbers to tease her lol

-loud in bed lmao.moans your name and pushes your head to her pussy so youll give her all the pleasure he deserves

-god I wanna marry her

-please please please treat this her like a princess,she deserves it

↬Yuu Nishinoya

-well well well

-look what do we have here

-ok first of all,shes short lol

-so short

-really short

-barely reaches 153

-but does that effect her self steam? nooooope

-I mean were talking about Nishinoya Senpai :>

-hm…her hair is something between long and medium :>

-not to mention that now that shes a girl her hair is always down so…

-damn!

-see the lighter colored part of his hair on top? its longer now,and its down

-talkative as ever lmao

-even more so

-always encouraging her friends,no matter what is it about

-long,black eyelashes

-her eyes are stunning

-SHES NOT A VIRGIN

-IM TELLING YOU

-most experienced girl ever,honestly

-I mean shes short but shes also hot

-her wearing a black tight dress that makes her slim body even more noticeable and the light makeup she has on? people do not mistake her for a elementary school kid anymore

-remember what I told you about her eyes? add black eyeliner

-oh god

-she even playes hard to get sometimes lmao

-she will no sleep with anyone.this lady is a fan of long term relationships and prefers true love instead of messing around/one night stands

-so if you wanna get into her pants? gotta be loyal

-yeah yeah. no objections allowed

↬Ryuunosuke Tanaka

-<3

-<33

-shes got short hair

-as short as Kageyamas (the male version of course), but messy

-and blonde

-remember Kristen Stewart's hair style in the movie "Charleys Angles" ? That

-ok I dunno why but she looks like a lesbian lmao (not because of her hair bitches)

-shes a fucking fighter. shes into boxing and definitely a member of a fight club

-am I allowed to say that she still has a crush on Kyoko?…

-boys like to be friends with her.i mean shes a tough girl.tough girls are popular,right?

-shes tall.not too much,but tall.like… 170 maybe?

-super protective of her friends.shit,did some guy make you cry? you better not let her find out about it

-"who the fuck dared to upset you? im gonna kick that stupid ass of his! just give me his damn name and ill bring his dead body to ya"

-super reliable.ask her to do something and she'll do it in the perfect way

-is a fan of piercings,and has unbelievably huge breasts <3

-has black eyeliner and red lipstick on :D

-she knows how to make you feel good in bed

-just omg…

↬Koushi Sugawara

-finally! its my sugar mommy's turn now :D

-ok

-shes just like Tsukishima,only more mischievous

-like,she seems so nice,so innocent,so sweet

-until she has you on her bed

-you find your self in handcuffs,eyes coverd,ass in the air with her slapping you and youre like "dude what just happened"

-lmao

-but shes a nice girl,tbh

-shes just a bit naughty under her good girl mask lol

-shes so damn hot

-like literally the perfect appeariance

-her height is around 165,her hair reaches her hips and its unique color…

-very very popular among boys. theyre like "Damn! here comes the hot girl from class B! ive been dying to ask her out!" and youre like "back off mfuckers shes taken"

-shes super professional in bed.makes you go wild.

-always has lip gloss on.her shining lips are the most eyecatching thing ever, and that is the reason why you always end up in the locker room,half-naked, having one of your intense makeout sessions.

-likes to put mascara on <3

-ok idk why but I think she would be into bananas lmao.no perverted thought honestly

-definitely sits on your face.if you ever upset her? get ready to be punished lmao

↬Asahi Azumane

-again,awwwwwwww

-lmao I feel bad for him XD I mean hes such a softie when hes a man,let alone being a woman

-so soft.sooooo soft T^T

-you mean the world to her and she will not hesitate to show it to you

-I think she'll be a good cook,but sucks at making desserts

-like,she wants to make you some cookies for your date night,and the next thing you know is firefighters in front of your house pouring water into the kitchen lmao

-she apologizes so much! I mean,literally for everything.things are not going according to the plan? shes bending over and crying "im sooooorryyyyyy waaaaaaaaa" "w-what are you saying sorry about? freaking out* "

-long hair lmao.reaches under her waist.and her height is around 172 ig

-shy in bed.whatever you do,shes gonna BLUSH,and will definitely praise you afterwards

-"I love how you make me feel so good…blushes* "

-Daichi still messes with her sometimes lol

↬Daichi Sawamura

-ok im getting writers block,so lets wrap this up quickly

-this bitch

-lmao

-short messy hair,always shaped into a ponytail

-dude its hot

-shes a cop,but one of those sexy cops

-your trying to clean the bed and next thing you know shes behind you, putting handcuffs on you and whispering to your ear "sir/ma'am, youre under arrast" "oh yeah? for what?" "stealing my heart.you have the right to remain silence until we get to the court"

-and by court,she means the bed :D

-likes to eat you as a dessert,or may I say,with the dessert.she'll put some Nutella on your sex,licking it while giving you shivers

-so naughty,so responsible,so nice

-will never offend you,but gets serious when youre doing something that may be harmful to yourself.will immediately stop you and doesn't care if you get upset.she'll eventually convince you that its for your own good tho,so no worries.

-the kind of girlfriend who would definitely be labled as "your wife" in the future :>

damn! this is long for me lmfao reblogs,comments or any kind of interactions are super duper appreciated! :D

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bakubabeyy · 2 years

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Doll

Summary: You finally decide to tell Iwaizumi how you feel about him

Warnings: Fluff, Female Reader x Iwaizumi

Word Count: 697

Iwaizumi Hajime. You have had a crush on him since your first year in high school. You were both about to graduate, so you thought it was finally time to confess your feelings. It was time to get ready to go to his final volleyball game. He leant you his spare jersey to wear. You two were best friends after all, so you didn't seem to see any reason why you couldn't wear his jersey. Although, it did make you feel warm and fuzzy inside when he said he would let you borrow it. You didn’t even have to ask, which you were planning on doing by the way. You just hadn’t gained the courage to. No matter how many times you hung out or were around him, he always gave you butterflies. You had just become better at hiding them over the years, or so you thought. Arriving at the game you head for the seats closest to the court. You were running a bit late, so the match had already started. When you got there, a bunch of fangirls for Oikawa had already taken up most of the front seats. They glared at you when you sat down next to them, but you didn't pay them much attention as Iwaizumi spiked the ball. The way his muscles flexed when he spiked almost had you in a trance, when one of the girls cheering for Oikawa bumped into you. No words were said, but you both glared at each other. She leaned over to whisper to one of her friends, but you didn’t care to listen in. The game was going smoothly and Seijoh was at match point. Oikawa set up the ball perfectly for Iwaizumi to spike down. The crowd jumped up and screamed as the ball hit the floor, the libero unable to make the save. Oikawa immediately ran up and jumped on Iwaizumi, followed by the rest of the team. You just giggled and waited for things to clear up a bit before you would head down to the court. Once it seemed enough people had left, you made your way down the stairs to where the boys were at. Oikawa was already surrounded by a bunch of girls fawning over him. They all glared as Oikawa waved and gave you a thumbs up. You just laughed, flipped him off and made your way to where Iwaizumi was. Not before you saw Oikawa pretend to be offended by your actions and the girls trying to comfort him. Now was the time, the butterflies in your stomach felt like they were trying to get out. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. You could always wait, being friends wasn't so bad. When Iwaizumi finally came into view and you saw his smiling face, you realized being just friends wasnt enough for you. You wanted him for a long time now and nothing was going to stop you.

“Hey y/n! I didn't see you get here!” He wondered.

“Yeah! I was running late,the game had already started when I got here.” You shrugged.

“Did you see my last spike? It was awesome wasn’t it…” You weren't listening to what he was saying anymore, just watching his lips. You really wanted to kiss him.

“Y/N?” He pulled you out of your trance.

You weren't sure what had possessed your body, but you just leaned in and kissed him. To your surprise, he kissed you back. For that moment, no one else around you mattered, it was just you and him. Until someone ruined the moment.

“It's about time!” exclaimed Oikawa.

You both glare at him. It’s just like Oikawa to ruin a perfect moment. You leaned over and pushed his shoulder.

“Really ?” You whined.

“Oh I’m sorry did I interrupt?” He laughed, but the look on Iwa’s face told him everything as he put his arms up in defeat and walked away.

“You know he's right, Doll.” He smirked. A blush growing on your face at the nickname.

You just rolled your eyes and pushed him, before he leaned in and kissed you again. He WAS right, you really should’ve confessed your feelings earlier.

#hajime iwaizumi #Iwaizumi Hajime #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime fluff #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu!!

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Being Oikawa's Little Sister and Iwa's crush

😡 Oikawa Is Mean To You 😡

Oikawa 'the jerk' Toru featuring Seijoh x fem! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Oikawa being mean

AN: This is an Anon request

You want to punch him Yn?

I have no problems fighting men 😒

Seriously tho, I think you've suffered enough being the baby sister of the infamous Toru Oikawa 🙌🏻

Did you guys hear that? The gates of heaven opening, the birds singing and the sun shining 🥰

Yeah me neither 🙃

Oh well, back to your life plight

Being the sister of Toru had its pros and cons

The cons vastly outweighing the pros but nevertheless

It's not like you could help who you are biologically related to YN so you just have to deal

You played many different rolls as Oikawa's sister including (but not limited to) bodyguard, warden, comforter, and PR Manager

Seriously the amount of times you had to tell his fan girls he already left for the day just so he could escape the bathroom alive 🙄

YN's out here doing God's work

The one good thing is that your work never went unnoticed 🥰

Well by Toru it did but we aren't talking about him rn

Because Iwaizumi Hajime, 18, Wing-spiker/Seijoh Ace has our FULL attention 😏

This sweet angel istg-

He is so smitten with you YN and yet you haven't noticed

Or maybe it's because you never through you'd grab the attention of THE Iwaizumi

Probably too busy running errands for Oikawa 😒

Anyways, Iwa has had a crush on you for literal years

Like since him and Oiks became besties!

You use to follow them, trying to play volleyball

Iwa would often ignore you, too worried he'd mess up and say something stupid ☹️

But Oikawa (always saying something stupid) told you to just bug off

The amount of times you told your mom and Toru got in trouble 🤣

If that didn't solidify Iwa's feelings for you, I don't know what did

Of course, Oikawa knew of Iwa's crush on you 🙄

Mans used it at every turn to save his ass

"Ah ah Iwa-chan, would YN-chan want you to cause her brother more grief?"- Oikawa would say just as Iwa was about to pelt him with a volleyball

Makki, Mattsun, Kunimi, Yahaba, Kyotani, Watari and Kindaichi 👉🏻 I'm sure YN will forgive Iwa 😐

Oikawa 👉🏻😱 THE SLANDER

Iwaizumi 👉🏻 🧑🏻💥 🏐

Everything was going right in the world, until it wasn't 🙃

Because that's what we do here

It was a particularly rough day, Seijoh had just lost to Shiratorizawa 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 and everyone was in a mood

Especially Oikawa

Please when Oikawa is in a mood, stay clear 😒

Unfortunately you are too much of a sweet angel to do this

Thinking you can cheer the boys up during the practice is what we do 🥰

You arrived in the gym, seeing the boys setting up

Makki and Mattsun greet you in their normal way, probably with head pats 😍

Kyotani waves at you and you wave back

Kunimi and you text constantly so no need for a physical exchange of words YN ✋🏻

You see Iwaizumi and smile at him, watching him blush and return a goofy smile in return 🥺

Please he's got it SO bad for our bby YN

Then you lay eyes on the demonic creature that is your brother

He's practically boiling with rage at this point, probably muttering about how much he hates Ushijima

"If you would have just come to Shiratorizawa... blah blah blah" he says repeatedly

"Hey bro, what's up-" you say coming up next to him

Toru looks at you then looks away, completely ignoring you

RUDE

But we will forgive him, so you try again...

"Toru, hey I came to help you guys today. What would you like me to do?" You said, perky and happy, trying to change the mood from glum to fun

Toru ignores you yet again, as you figure out your next course of action

At this point all of Seijoh is watching, waiting to see what's gonna happen

"Come on Toru-" "YN WILL UOU PLEASE JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!"

You snap back at your brother's shouting, eyes widening

"CANT YOU SEE NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE PARADING AROUND THE GYM YN! CANT YOU GET THAT THROUGH YOUR TINY HEAD OR IS YOUR BRAIN TO STUPOD TO COMPREHEND THAT WE DONT WANT YOU HERE!"- Toru yells, heaving as you back away

"ENOUGH"- Iwaizumi shouts, running towards you and Toru

Your eyes burn with tears as you back up, trying not to let the damn break

"YN hey-" Makki says as him and Mattsun approach

You and Toru look at each other, tears now spilling down your eyes

The realization of his words hit him

"YN, I'm sorry- I-"

"TORU OIKAWA, FUCK YOU"- you scream as you turn, running out of the gym

Kyotani gets up, running after you with Yahaba and Watari

Toru watches as the rest of the gym falls silent

Iwaizumi is PISSED

Like seriously PISSED

Like it's death con level P I S S E D

He's balling his fists up, steam coming off of him

It's so bad that Makki and Mattsun back up

"Kunimi, Kindaichi you guys should probably leave-" Mattsun says as Kunimi and Kindaichi run 🏃‍♂️ towards the gym doors

"Iwa, I know I fucked up ok, I- I'll go and apologize right now"- Toru says as Iwaizumi reaches for a ball, gripping it hard

"Oikawa you better pray Kyotani can talk her down or I swear to GOD you won't be leaving this gym ALIVE"- Iwaizumi growls

Outside of the gym, you sink to the floor, crying as the words run through your head

You and Toru had fought may times but never had it hurt this bad

He had said many mean things to you in the past but saying those things and in front of the whole team, how embarrassing 🥺

You felt someone slide down besides you as you looked to see Kyotani and Yahaba along with Watari surrounding you

"I'm not going to forgive him" you said, wiping your tears

"Nah we don't expect you too"- Yahaba said

"We were just checking on you kid"- Kyotani said as you smile a little, you're friends making your situation a little lighter

"Besides Iwaizumi has probably already murdered him and Makki and Mattsun are trying to hide the body" Watari added, making you belt out a laugh 🤣

"Come back with us, don't let him get to you" Kyotani says as you nod and stand up

You walk back into the gym and see Kunimi and Kindaichi waiting outside the doors, peeking in 👀

"What's wrong?" You said, coming to see

"Iwaizumi is so pissed off YN, seriously I've never seen him so mad"- Kindaichi said

"Yeah, pretty sure Makki and Mattsun are afraid to move because it might set him off"- Kunimi

Inside you see Oikawa on his knees, Iwaizumi standing with a volleyball at the ready, anger radiating off him

"Please Iwa-chan, I didn't mean to hurt YN! Please I know you like them and I really messed up!"- Oikawa pleaded

You stopped, walking into the gym at hearing that Iwaizumi liked you

"Oikawa!! I should kill you for hurting them! You knew how I felt and seeing them cry" Iwaizumi said, his face heating more

You walked up behind Iwaizumi and stopped

"Y-You like me Hajime?" You say, eyes wide and a smile sneaking on your face

"I-uh I- uh" Iwaizumi says, tone instantly shifting from rage to nerves

"Haji" you say, coming closer to him

"YN I LIKE YOU SO MUCH! IVE LIKED YOU SINCE WE WERE KIDS. THE FIRST TIME I EVER SAY UOU I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER"- Iwaizumi said, word vomiting his confession

You stare back at him, smiling before you lean in and kiss his lips lightly

Iwaizumi looks at you and pulls you into a hug, swinging you around the gym

"I like you to Haji" you say before he kisses you again

The team watches in silent, all gushing at how happy you two are 🥺

Until Oikawa ruins it 😐

"This has all gone according to plan" Oikawa said, standing up and dusting himself off

Everyone just looks at him, confused 🤨

"Shut up Oikawa you didn't plan any of this"- Makki says

"Yeah you are just lucky it worked out"- Mattsun added

Iwaizumi is now growling at Toru who jumps back and screams a little 😅

You approach your brother glaring as he lowers his head in shame

"I'm sorry Yn, will you please forgive me" he says

You look at him, then to Hajime who nodds at you

"I'll forgive you on one condition" you say

"Anything yn"

"I get to hit you with a volleyball"- you say, smirking

Oikawa looks up and smiles

"Yeha ok, I'll take that" he says, probably thinking you can't throw with shit

But it's a good thing you've been studying the Iwaizumi Hajime technique all these years yn 🙃

The ball pelts Oikawa right in the back of the head, sending him flying forward as he starts to whine

"YN CHANNNNN" he cries as everyone laughs

"Nice arm sweetheart" Iwaizumi says, skipping your cheek as you smile back at him 🥰

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FIRST LOVE !

summary: first love is the one you never forgets, they say, and they’re right. there’s no way in this world that you would ever forget how you fell in love with tsukishima kei

notes: another part of seijoh!reader x kei tsukishima universe. check the other one out here. big height difference, kei tsukishima being an idiot in love, reader being kinda oblivious. mentions of teenagers kissing, reader calling tsukishima “pretty boy”. not proofread.

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a soft sigh escaped from between your lips as you tried to mentally prepare and calm yourself before walking into the gymnasium of karasuno high school to see your best friend. you’ve been friends with kageyama for at least a few years now, and if he kept his attitude then you know you could call yourself his only friend.

you two were supposed to hang out after classes, but yet he simply forgot in all likelihood. at the very thought of it, you rolled your eyes a little annoyed, nonetheless you signed up for that. a few minutes had passed before you finally found the courage to open the heavy door and face the confusion rosing on each boy’s faces as they noticed you. a strange girl in an aoba johsai uniform with a tired expression.

“hey, looking for someone?” a silver-haired boy asked, walking up to you with a warm smile forming on his lips, ready and eager to help. he emanated with kindness and sweetness, and you couldn't not reciprocate his smile.

but before you could answer that you’re looking for a friendly crow, who presumably lost track of time and forget about a hangout he was the one to come up with, your friend jogged up to the two of you, an embarrassed grimace on his lips. “oh my god, y/n. i’m so sorry.” he blurted out, not being able to look into your eyes.

“the king can apologize?” you teased, earning a snort from someone at the gymnasium, and you playfully rolled your eyes, not paying too much attention to that. “please don’t tell me you did anything beside forgetting about our hangout.”

“i was about to go with hinata–” he started, and you didn’t even want him to finish. your heart stung upon hearing tobio’s words, but you didn’t want him to see it.

your relationship with the number nine was… complicated, you could say. started with being paired up to something in art class at your primary school when he wasn’t so obsessive of volleyball, sweet times, definitely. then, you were the only one to defend him in front of oikawa who has never been the nicest towards your friend, and then you became a manager to both prevent any possible fights between him and his teammates, and to make sure he wasn’t pushing over his limits. then, high school came, and you picked different schools, so it felt like you were drifting apart from each other. years of friendship rusting and becoming a brief memory in your minds. “listen, i can cancel–”

“don’t. i’ll just tag along, i already told mom i’m gonna be home later.” a soft smile landed on your mouth, biting back the bitter feeling in the back of your mind. your head turned to the silverhead who talked to you earlier. “is that okay if i stay here until the practise ends?” “yeah, no problem.”

you sat on the bleachers, putting both headphones on prior to opening the book you’ve been reading on a certain page. no one really paid attention to you, except for the one time when you caught eye contact for a brief second with the tall, blonde guy standing in the back of the room.

when the practice ended, you prayed in your mind that you wouldn’t start an argument with tobio, because of this whole ridiculous situation. “tsukishima and yamaguchi are going with us as well, okay?” your best friend said before jogging after the ginger boy to the changing room, leaving you no time to react.

you didn’t want to be a party pooper, but you wanted to spend some time with kageyama since you were slowly drifting away from each other. you couldn’t blame yourself for backing out a little when you walked down the street with the first years. the only thing you could hear was muffled laughs from the two boys at the front.

you walked behind a guy who you had an eye contact with and his friend, paying zero attention to your surroundings as you thought about the nicest way possible to just bail and go straight home. “watch where the fuck you’re going, bitch.” you heard as you accidentally hit someone’s arm with your own.

“a grown ass man calling a fifteen years old a bitch, wow. progressive.” the blonde haired boy, tsukishima, muttered under his breath loud enough for you and the guy you bumped your shoulder into, to hear. “stop embarrassing yourself.” he added with an eye roll as the man spoke something any of you could hear.

“should’ve kept your head a little higher than your feet.” he remarked, having you as the target. you could give him that, but by the way he formed his sentence, you would never admit it.

your destination was a cozy pizza place styled as it’s a friday evening in the eighties. tables covered by red and white pieces of fabric with particular, american french fries stands and red cups to drink in. you occupied one red couch (there was a lot of red) with a boy named yamaguchi.

yamaguchi seemed to be the sweetest of them, he would send you warm smiles whenever you looked at him or try to make a proper conversation with you (which wasn’t so hard after he realized that volleyball doesn’t really interest you as tobio). you’d be thankful for that to the end of your life, really.

“no way! tsukki and i are coming as well!” tadashi exclaimed happily after hearing about your plans to go to tokyo for the arctic monkeys concert soon. “huh?” you noticed the blonde-haired boy raising an eyebrow at the mention of his name.

“don’t worry, we’re just gossiping about you.” a smile spread over your face as you replied right before your new companion explained the topic you two talked about. “didn’t expect you to listen to arctic monkeys.”

“what did you expect then?” he asked, you grinned even wider. “one direction, or maybe ellie goulding.” you chuckled, proud of your joke when the boy snorted with a shadow of a smile and shook his head.

“you say that? you probably listen to justin bieber, britney spears or taylor swift. i bet.” he smirked as you rolled your eyes playfully, taking a sip of your coke with a few ice cubes. “don’t you?”

“you know a lot of white artists, tsukishima-san. you’re not that edgy as you tryna be?” yamaguchi laughed at your words, reciprocating your beam, his eyes drifting from his friend to you, not wanting to miss any of your hilarious bickering.

the rest of the hangout contained a lot about the music you three liked (hinata and kageyama were in their own world for most of the time, sadly), how they ended up in karasuno and other things that actually didn’t matter. it was… better than you anticipated. the four of you (tadashi had to leave earlier) bit goodbyes and were about to go your own ways, when you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

“he doesn’t walk you home?” you heard tsukishima’s voice and stopped in your tracks to turn your head around and raise it to look at him. “huh?” slipped through your mouth. “the king. he doesn’t walk you home? it’s almost midnight.” the boy frowned as you shrugged, not really getting why he is so bemused. “he never does.”

you really thought he’s gonna leave you alone after this, letting you go home with j cole as your only companion, instead he walked beside you, one earphone plugged in his ear. “you don’t have to do it.”

“l/n, your house isn’t the only house in that direction.” he looked at you out of the corner of his eyes. well, you were pretty, even beautiful, he could give you that, and tobio must’ve been lucky to be by your side most of the time growing up. however, as soon as his thought hit him, he denied everything. it wasn’t him who thought of you as beautiful, you were the king’s friend with a similar music taste to his, but that was all.

“what you’re listening to?” you questioned, putting the comfortable silence between the two of you on hold. it was the moment when he realized you were looking at him, more obviously than you intended to. “lemme guess, britney spears hit me baby one more time or maybe pitbull and kesha timber?”.

“you really think i’d ruin such a peaceful walk with kesha?” his remark made you chuckle. “the war is over by cage the elephant.” even in the dim light, he could see how your eyes flickered at the mention of the song.

“give me the earphone.” you demanded. “what?” he asked. “oh c’mon, just give it to me, i love this song.”

if you knew tsukishima, you would be surprised that he didn’t refuse your request, because he never had done a thing like that. but now he did, and it shocked him as well. you got a little closer to him and smiled, humming the lyrics under your breath. once you stood on the porch, you sent him a grin and waved.

“thank you, if it wasn’t for you and yamaguchi i would be stuck with those lovebirds.” he shrugged, saying a quiet no problem before you spoke out again. “i hope to see you soon, goodnight, and thanks for walking here with me.”

as soon as the doors were closed behind you, you couldn’t stop the burning feeling on your face and tingling one in your stomach. it was the first time someone had ever walked you home, even if your house was just on their way, the first time you cherished a silence between you and someone who wasn’t your best friend. tsukishima kei was a complete stranger to you, a classmate and teammate of tobio, he was someone you probably won’t see for a long time. at least, you thought so.

but you weren’t the only one who felt… weirded out about the effect the meeting had on you. when kei finally got home, after a twenty minutes bus ride, contemplating upon his decision of walking you home even if he lived on the other side of town. it was the first time he had ever felt the urge to keep talking to someone or just to be around them for a longer moment. his only justification was that you were decent enough for him to tolerate talking to you, even though you occupied his mind throughout the whole ride home and the following day.

however, you’d see tsukishima earlier than you thought. you were sitting in one of sendai’s coffee shops, highlighting various things in your textbook with green, yellow and red markers. exhaustion painted all over your face as you let out a heavy sigh, prior to rubbing your face angrily.

“it’s not healthy to rub your face like this.” a familiar voice claimed out of nowhere, and after you put your hands down you saw the blonde karasuno middle blocker, looking at you with an amused mimic.

“tsukishima-san.” you tugged on a smile involuntarily. “it’s also not healthy to be frustrated by things like these, yet here i am.” you remarked, earning a playful eye-roll from the blonde-head.

“organic chem?” you nodded. “and what’s the highlighters for?”

“glad someone asked.” you picked up three pens. “red’s for things i completely don’t understand, yellow for i’m working on it, and green for things i get. as you can see, there’s mostly red here, and it makes me soo miserable.” you explained, a little embarrassed, you have heard from karasuno setter that tsukishima has had it easy with studying and was a genius. from one other description you got from hinata, there was a high chance that he would make fun of you since he’s a heartless, tower-like, genius.

“uh…” he rubbed the back of his neck. it was supposed to be a quick coffee pick-up and leave, meet up at tadashi’s house and study together, but you clearly needed more help than his or yamaguchi’s grades. he sent a rushed text to the green-haired boy about a cancellation of their plans, and looked at your textbook once again. “let me grab my coffee and i’ll try to explain everything, alright?”. “thank you.”

chemistry has never been so easy for you, like when tsukishima tried to explain different constructions, reactions with various compounds and other things you thought you would never understand, and just fail a class. you often caught yourself looking at him, instead of the notes and book. well, you couldn’t tell, but he felt it, every trace of your eyes on his face, what he missed was your beam whenever you understood something.

“you’re a god in human clothes.” you exclaimed, packing all your things in the bag you swung over your shoulder. “i owe you something huge if i’ll pass.” he sent you a shadow of a smile and shook his head.

“l/n-san, no need for that really” he paused for a second. “unless, you want to give me your number so i can call you when i’ll need a favor.” he tilted his head, handing you one of the three highlighters, and then, as you nodded, his phone. you put in your number and sent a message to yourself.

“would you mind tutoring me sometimes?” you blurted, not being able to look him in the eyes. your question wasn’t anything bad, curiosity ringing in your voice, however it was your second meeting and asking him such a question seemed… a little off. you expected him to deny with having no time for any extra activities like that, but well–

“sure, just call me whenever you need something.”

you took his words very seriously, which led you two to meet up every few days, either it was at your house or the coffee shop you met for the second time. at first, it was plain studying, kei tutoring you in more scientific studies while you helped him with classes who you could classify into more humanistic. but then… you started blabbing in the freetime, sharing waaay too many stories with him, not really expecting him to share his own as long as he wasn’t comfortable enough to speak.

and nobody besides yamaguchi knew about your little study dates, so you could imagine kageyama’s reaction beforehand when you appeared at the karasuno’s gymnasium doors, a smile tugged on your lips as you asked sugawara if you could talk to the blonde middle blocker for a second. you could imagine the surprise painted on all tsukishima’s teammates faces when he jogged up to you, a soft beam on his lips as he bent, so you were able to whisper into his ear, without being eavesdropped by others.

“there’s halloween soon… would you like to come over and do a movie marathon with me?” you heard how he laughed at your words but nodded. “you came here just to ask me that?” “mhmm” you dragged out the word.

he scanned your face for a minute, noticing a pinkish blush spread all over your cheeks because of the closeness between the two of you, and also because you felt his breath on the cheek. “let’s do a pre-game tonight, what do you think?”

“hmm, good idea. i’ll go get some snacks and come by to pick you up, alright?”

as soon as you left, your new friend was covered in questions about how, when, why and once again when it happened, but tsukishima would never bother himself so much to answer any of them. he was happy to be asked to spend both halloween, and that one night with you, instead of kageyama. that he was the one you wanted to spend your free time with.

when the training was finished, tsukishima noticed you standing next to the front gate, headphones in your ears as you waited with two bags, filled with snacks of all kinda since you didn’t really know what his favorite ones were. “i can’t believe you just didn’t walk in and stayed here freezing.”

“it’s finee. i never get cold.” you giggled, putting your headphones into the bag you had swung over your shoulder, heavy with school books, notebooks. “shush. at least give me those bags, mkay?” he rolled his eyes, snatching the two bags of candies from your hand and then a few minutes in walking, he also took your school bag, saying that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. well, it was quite bad, so he had another reason to not give them back to you.

and before kei could even notice, you two were sitting on the couch in your living room with lots of bowls filled with anything. gummies, chips, cookies, candies, fruits, basically everything – your explanation, you wanted to guess his favorite, just like that. you rested your head on the boy’s shoulder almost immediately when you sat down, blanket threw over your legs.

well, you liked horrors, you really did, but you decided on going along with the stereotype of girls being afraid of scary movies, so you could sneak your hand around his arm and cuddle to it while watching. a genius move to get closer. when he didn’t protest, you grinned to yourself, forgetting to notice the red blush that crept onto his face.

it was exactly that night when you bothered to notice how you started to develop a small crush on your new friend, but since things like this happen almost all the time with the teenagers, you just wanted to wait till they fade. (spoiler alert: they didn’t.)

“he’s hot.” you mumbled, your mouth stuffed with chocolate cookies as a certain actor, looking like tsukishima appeared on the screen. “i hope he doesn’t die, the prettiest always dies first.” he snickered at your comment and let his head fall on yours for a brief second. “it’s okay, pretty boy, we’re gonna look cute all cuddly together.”

“you’re impossible, know that?” he replied, nudging your side lightly. “no wonder why you’re friends with the king, for real.” you gasped, turning your head towards him with an offended grimace.

“what’s that supposed to mean, hm? i call you a pretty boy and for what?” your eyebrows were knitted as you scanned his face for any signs of difference, like the redness on the cheeks. “just to laugh at my friendship with tobio. you should be grateful! you rat.” trying to bite back the laughter that wanted to escape your mouth, you turned your gaze back to the tv.

“now you’re calling me a rat? fine.” he let out and immediately after that, began to tickle you which led to him being on top of you, laughing like you never heard him do so, while you begged him to stop.

tsukishima has never been a big fan of physical touch as a sign of affection, either if it was his mom, yamaguchi or someone else that mattered in his life. but it was different with you, not only he couldn’t care, he felt as if he needed to feel you somewhere next to him, your head on his shoulder, holding pinkies like people in movies (he wasn’t on that stage yet) or anything else. he felt like he needed it to function as a normal human being, and it was another thing that weirded him out, why and since when does he feel like that?

“okay! okay! hahaha- you’re haha not a rat. i’m sorry!” you called out, interrupted by salves of laughs every few seconds “please pretty boy let me breathe!” he stopped upon hearing your request, yet not shifting from his position, eyes highly focused on your lips. friends do that sometimes, don’t they?

next thing you saw was your hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer for a kiss. it was a moment you know you would probably regret later, but you couldn’t care less about anything as you felt his lips on yours. you were caressing small circles on his skin before putting your hands in his hair, playing with it gently while he cupped your face in his palms, making you smile unwillingly.

when he pulled away a few minutes later – when the pretty blonde boy from the movie died – his eyes were fixated on yours as you tried to calm your short breath. you didn’t have to look into a mirror to know that your lipstick was smudged, hair whenever they wanted to be, and a grin tugged onto your lips involuntarily. he reciprocated the smile as he helped you got back into your previous position without saying anything, but the tension between you told you he didn’t regret it, neither should you.

and you didn’t. because friends sometimes kiss each other. because friends sometimes dream about their friends, right? it wasn’t just a poor excuse to not recognize your crush on the middle blocker anymore. friends do that, and it’d be an ass move to question this.

you went by the same logic when he sent you a link to his spotify playlist named idiot :) with songs’ titles, creating a sentence or moreover a question. would you go out for a coffee with me? there was no chance that it could be a date. but you agreed either way, there wasn’t anything that would make you feel like wasting your time with him.

you went to the same coffee shop you two were going to whenever you couldn’t study at your house. but the tension was a bit different from last time you were there. tsukishika kei was different, all smiley and happy, which was definitely not the tsukishima you knew, but you could stick up to that since a smile suited him soo much. you spent at least four hours talking and laughing, and you could notice how the blonde boy warmed up to you to tell you stories from his life without discomfort.

“you know it’s a date, right dummy?” he questioned, the tone of his voice sounding so soft that you almost melted at his words before processing what he just said. it was a date. real date that people who like each other go to. kei tsukishima like you and just confessed it in his own way. god, how stupid you were for not realizing it earlier.

“who do you think i am, pretty boy?” you replied, cocking your head to the side with the prettiest smile you could ever send him. oh god. you definitely weren’t only friends as you thought earlier.

the day of your date was also the day when you learned that he lied to you about where his house was located, because the opposite side of the city wasn’t anywhere near your house, and you could feel thousands of fireworks exploding underneath your skin, when the meaning of the small gesture finally hit you. he wanted to spend more time with you and also know if you got home safely. OH my god.

“your house isn’t near mine, and yet i’m the impossible one?” you chuckled, standing on the porch of his house at eleven past morning waiting on your mom to pick you up. he joined you in laughter prior to blushing with embarrassment as you found out about his lie. “don’t worry, pretty boy, i think it’s cute.” you smiled tenderly, placing your hand on his cheek, caressing it softly.

the way he smiled at you made your legs weak, the way his eyes traced around your whole face before landing on your mouth prior to finally taking the initiative and kissing you. the kiss, besides being interrupted by a honk of your mom’s car, was even more sweet, more delicate and softer than the first one. he bent his knees so you wouldn’t have to stand on the top of your toes. the tingling and burning in your belly couldn’t stop at his action.

“thank you for today, tsukishima”.

“kei.” “huh?” you asked, confused. “you can call me kei if you want.” he explained, making you die internally. his given name, you could refer to him like that. oh my lord.

“then, thank you for today, kei.” you whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek before walking up to your mom’s car, waving at him through the window, which you lowered before pulling off. “it’s y/n, by the way!” you called out.

since that day you started to see him more often in places like a train to your school, even though he would have to switch to bus after your stop to get back on the way to karasuno, or to get picked up by him on the days when he doesn’t have afternoons trainings. it made you feel special, like a main character of some teenage drama or more accurately, teenage love story.

the day he finally found enough courage and asked you to be your girlfriend happened almost two months after your first date, but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t go out in the meantime. sometimes taking yamaguchi, yachi and the lovebirds so you could call it a triple date.

it was a day – a morning – before christmas when you were supposed to set off to tokyo to visit all of your family and spend the holidays there. it was around three in the morning when your mom claimed that kei was standing with flowers and a present bag in his hands at your porch.

“what you’re doing here?” you laughed quietly, pulling him into the warmth of your house. “i couldn’t sleep knowing i won’t see you till after new year’s eve.” he confessed, making you beam.

“you’re so stupid, dummy” you shook your head as he handed you the bouquet of your favorite flowers and the present bag. “wait, i’ll find a vase and will go get your present.” he nodded without saying anything, his eyes following your every step.

you came back a few minutes later, holding your present for him, finding him in the living room with a cup of tea cupped in his hands. “open it first.” you pleaded, sitting beside him on the couch.

you decided on giving him a hoodie of his favorite band, some cds and books he told you he wanted to get himself after christmas and a photo album hidden in a handmade paper camera that showed your favorite photos of you two when you open it.

at the same time you opened his bag, and smiled at the arctic monkeys’ vinyl of worst favorite nightmare you wanted to buy so badly, a hoodie of his you said was the best, and what made you tear up, a copy of pride and prejudice by jane austen with his notes inside. a thing you once told kageyama you would die to get from a person you care about.

“kei…” you whispered, wiping away the tears prior to wrapping your arms around his neck. “it’s one of the best presents someone ever got me. i- thank you so much.”

“no. i’m the one who should thank you.” he caressed your back with his free hand softly. “not only for the present, but also for being here with me.”

“there’s also another thing.” he added, cutting you as you opened your mouth to disagree. “i can’t let you go to tokyo without saying this… i love you y/n, endlessly and i’d die to know if you’d like to be my girlfriend?” tsukishima let out on a single breath, looking you in the eyes. “it’s okay if you-”

“i’d love to, kei.” you answered, kissing him softly. “if i have to start the new year with someone, i’m glad it’s you.” you added after pulling away to catch your breaths.

and like that. you ended up in the backseat of your car, in your favorite hoodie of your freshly new boyfriend, listening to a playlist he has made you a few weeks ago and waiting for him to wake up so you could show him your grandma’s house, his words ringing up in your head whenever you mom or dad brings up his topic.

“i love you.”

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Pairing: (eventual) ascended demon!Dabi x virgin female!reader

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Warnings: light degradation, use of slut, Dabi calls reader pet, depictions of hell, mentions of heaven, Latin and partial demon summoning spells (I used a few different ones and the incantation used is not the full one so do not try this at home), Dabi is lightly based on the demon Sargatanas from the Grand Grimoire but only for the reason reader summons Dabi, pussy + (I think) ass slaps/impact play, breeding kink, daddy kink, light corruption kink, monsterfucking, size kink + belly bulge (only when Dabi's demon form shows), manga spoilers for dabi's identity, mostly unconnected to the canon storyline but kept endeavor being an shitty person and a hero, altered canon slightly for dabi's demon backstory, unprotected sex, consensual somnophilia, light blood kink, branding, rough sex, dabi's saliva in demon form acts an aphrodisiac, overstimulation, pregnancy, angst, fluff, allusion to a character death, I think that's everything but, please, let me know if I missed something. All characters are 18+ and you must be 18 or older to interact. I block minors 17 and under + ageless blogs.

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𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐃𝐄 | 𝐊.𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈

⇝ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⇝ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟; 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩!𝐀𝐔, 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤!𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐔

⇝ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟑.𝟏𝐤

⇝ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 & 𝐯*𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, (𝐬*𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥) 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 & 𝐬𝐥𝐯𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠; 𝐃𝐃/𝐋𝐆 (𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥) 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, (𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝/𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧) 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧; 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝, 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐥𝐨ø𝐝/𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

« 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞 »

/ˈɛ𝐬𝐤ə𝐩𝐞ɪ𝐝,ˌɛ𝐬𝐤əˈ𝐩𝐞ɪ𝐝/ 𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧: 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.

↠ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮...

“Come on, baby”, Kyoutani‘s grumbles, “we‘re going to be late and I can‘t handle another one of Shittykawa‘s tantrums.”

You let out a chuckle at the teasing tone in your boyfriend‘s voice and don‘t even try to hide the big smile on your face as you watch him adjust the rings on his fingers, through the mirror. For a brief second, you find yourself gasping for air at the beautiful sight of him, all sprawled out on his bed, impatiently waiting for you to get ready.

It‘s not like he got all dressed up for his best friend‘s birthday party at their regular bar, but you know he put a little more effort into his outfit than usual.

And you‘re obsessed with those little details.

Of course he is wearing his favorite pair of leather pants, the one with dozens of chains dangling from the waistband, which always clings to his strong thighs like a second skin. And just as usual, you find yourself remembering all those times where you ended up riding his thigh as he wore those exact pants just because your need had gotten the best of you.

With a soft sigh you let your eyes wander a little further up, enjoying the way his see-through shirt was hugging his muscles in the best way possible.

You know how obvious you are being and after so many years of being with each other, none of you bothers to point it out anymore. Kyoutani occasionally teases you, but you know he secretly enjoys the way your hungry eyes are roaming his body without any shame. Because although he‘s really confident and has never once seeked anyone‘s validation, he craves yours that much more. Of course he won‘t ask for it but you can tell how much he appreciates your compliments just from the way his pretty eyes light up.

By the time your eyes finally move up to his face, he‘s already staring back at you and while his strong gaze is filled with a sweet mixture of passion and tenderness, you instantly shake away all those dirty thoughts and shoot him a sweet smile.

“You look really good today, Kenta”, you say and tilt your head to the side, a chuckle bubbling up your throat at the way your usually so intimidating boyfriend starts blushing at your words.

“Stop that”, he mumbles and stands up, the sound of his heavy steps filling the space of his room as he makes his way to you, “I don‘t know what to do when I‘m flustered.”

This time, you can‘t help but throw your head back when your brain processes his words; his sweet and genuine reactions are just too much for you to handle.

Despite dating each other for several years now, his sudden change in demeanor never fails to make you smile.

And that’s because for others, especially people who don‘t know him, Kyoutani Kentarou is the perfect embodiment of a rebel; the famous “bad boy” you read about in teen-novels, the one who has an unhealthy nicotine addiction, lives by the whole system of “why live after rules when you can break them” and the one who puts his personal morals first, no matter which family members or authorities he has to argue with and of course, the one who struggles with some kind of anger issues.

So – basically every parent‘s biggest nightmare of a son-in-law.

And neither of you can deny that, in some kind of way, he does fit into such a description. After all your father hates him with a passion, he happens to hate every system which is built on inequality and promotes unfairness, as well as the addiction to cigarettes he has developed in his last year of High School. It‘s also not a secret just how loud and – defensive he can get during an argument or in a moment of rage. And although he’s come to handle his temper a lot better than when you had first started seeing him, Kyoutani still struggles to maintain his composure; especially in situations where blatant disrespect is involved.

But, at the end of the day, the so-called “Mad Dog”, the nickname given to him by his old volleyball team captain and birthday boy Oikawa Tooru, always turns into a sweet puppy seeking the purest form of validation and acceptance in your arms.

You are more than just used to Kyoutani switching into his usual self when others are around and that‘s why being alone with him, getting to see the realest and rawest version of himself is even more exciting to you.

Even if it‘s just his best friend and roommate of several years, Kyoutani only ever gets this flustered and excited when you‘re with him and you absolutely love it.

With a soft sigh, you welcome the warmth of his body as he wraps his arms around your waist and starts leaving a row of soft kisses on your exposed neck.

The metal of the many chains dangling from his whole body feel like ice cubes against your heated skin and you hum lowly at the way you slowly start cooling down.

“As much as I love your naked body, baby”, Kyoutani mumbles against your neck, his hands finding their way to your bra clad breasts before he casually takes the soft flesh into his palms, “why the fuck are you still not dressed? You’re basically all done but you‘ve been staring at yourself for twenty minutes now. I thought you had your outfit for tonight ready?”

Your eyes flutter shut and you lean your whole body a little more against his, enjoying the feeling of his hands groping your soft flesh like he can’t stop himself and you can‘t believe how he has the chaos inside of your head calming down with a few simple touches.

“Talk to me, baby”, Kyoutani sighs and grabs your chin in between his fingers, making you look into his eyes as he softly nudges your nose with his.

“I had one ready but it‘s…the skirt is short and the shirt is also really daring and I wasn‘t sure about the fishnet stockings anyway”, you explain and pull away, your hands reaching for the outfit you haven‘t had the guts to pull out of your bag yet before you hold it up for him to see.

“And I really don‘t want to get catcalled”, you whisper and feel the anxiety crippling up your spine at the thought of the uncomfortable situation.

You push your face into the crook of his neck and tighten your grip on his shirt, finding comfort in the way his scent starts clouding your mind and easily calms you down.

“My beautiful angel��, Kyoutani begins, brows furrowed in frustration and you can literally feel his muscles tensing up underneath your grip, “I‘m so sorry you have to even think about these kinda things because of some dipshits who have never heard of the word respect.”

You smile at his words, your heart blossoming with this certain type of warmth and you lose yourself in the feeling of his nails massaging your scalp.

“Look at me, Baby”, your boyfriend then requests, his voice even deeper, calmer and slightly raspier than just a second ago and just when you suddenly feel a change in atmosphere, Kyoutani confirms your unspoken assumptions with his next words, “look at Daddy, Baby. Come on, pretty girl, be good for me.”

Without hesitation you pull your face away from his neck, only to meet his soft gaze which is already calmly roaming your face.

“No matter who it is, I am going to fist fight every single piece of shit who has the fucking balls to disrespect you like that. And that‘s why you‘re going to wear whatever the fuck you want. I want you to feel, not hide yourself”, Kyoutani starts smiling as he watches the worried expression in your eyes slowly fade away with every single one of his words and for the first time in forever, he doesn‘t doubt his communication skills.

“But I also want you to be comfortable in your skin, my love”, he adds, his soft words making you fall in love with him all over again and you know if he keeps this going, you will actually start crying because of how much you love him.

“So if you want to wear Jeans and – I don‘t fucking know, one of my shirts, you can do that too, okay?”, you nod eagerly, your eyes gleaming in appreciation and adoration because of how considerate he is.

Kyoutani chuckles softly at your reactions, nudging your nose with his yet again before he pulls your bottom lip into his mouth and starts sucking, eliciting a soft whimper from you without putting much effort into it.

“I don‘t give a fuck about what you wear, just know I always have your back, okay?”, is the last thing he adds and pulls away from you, handing you your clothes back before he gives you one last kiss on the forehead and turns around to walk away from you.

But of course you‘re quick to stop him, fingers just barely managing to cling to the fabric of his shirt before you pull him back into your arms to give him a proper kiss.

“Thank you, Daddy”, you whisper against his lips, sighing softly when his hands start roaming your body recklessly.

“No need to thank me, Baby. I am always going to protect and support you, I hope you know that”, he gladly goes in for yet another heated kiss, teasingly denying your tongue access into his mouth which results in you pulling away with a pout.

“Get dressed, pretty one. If we end up being late, you‘re the one listening to Tooru‘s fucking whining”, he hisses and rolls his eyes at the mere thought of being late to the party and having to deal with the usual shitshow presented by the professional athlete.

“And just remember: regardless of what you end up going with, at the end of the day, I‘m going to fuck your tight little cunt either way”, Kyoutank basically yells at you as he opens the door of his room at the same time.

And although a hot jolt of arousal shoots through your veins at his words, you can‘t help but roll your eyes and grow incredibly flustered.

Yet – you also struggle to deny just how much you enjoy the way Kentarou shoots you that rare, dimpled smile of his before he closes the door and joins his roommate and his friends.

To your and basically everyone‘s surprise, the two of you do actually make it on time. You even run into Iwaizumi and Hinata in the parking lot, two of Kyoutani‘s friends from High School who happen to be the closest to the birthday boy, which basically means they’re supposed to be as early as possible.

The night is filled with lots of laughter, way too many locker room stories, his friends and old team mates exposing Oikawa to every single one of his guests and making it a lot easier for you to feel comfortable around people you haven‘t met before.

And with Kyoutani‘s arms around your waist and his body on your side, you easily get yourself to step out of your comfort zone and actually start conversations with others without the help of your boyfriend.

After another short debate regarding your choice of clothing you decided to go with your skirt-fishnet stocking-off shoulder combination and although you wanted to hide yourself behind your boyfriend when you first stepped into the men-filled living room, it didn‘t take long for you to grow more and more confident and most importantly, comfortable.

Kyoutani also notices how much you‘re enjoying yourself and no matter how hard he tries to hide it, your happiness has him smiling like an idiot and if seeing you like this means he has to listen to his old seniors‘ teasing, then that‘s what he has to deal with.

At some point he even catches himself staring at you from across the table, absentmindedly watching the way you burst into laughter because of something Oikawa‘s telling you and if it wasn‘t for Makki flicking his forehead, he would have watched you for another twenty minutes without getting bored.

And for the first time in what feels like an eternity, you‘re not worrying about anything; the feeling of security and comfort putting you into a position of excitement you‘re definitely not ready to leave yet.

The only times you feel like this is when you‘re with your boyfriend or in the comforting walls of your own home and you can‘t put into words just how glad you are about the welcoming nature of Kyoutani‘s friends.

With a big grin and excited eyes, you watch your boyfriend put his leather jacket back on, hiding his strong arms from your eyes as he approaches you.

A Cigarette is firmly stuck between his plump lips while he never once averts his gaze from you until he comes to squat down right next to you.

“Hey, baby”, he sighs, and puts the slim stick in between his tattoo clad fingers followed by a soft kiss on your thigh before he looks into your eyes.

“You‘re having fun, right? We can leave if you want to-”, “I haven‘t had this much fun at a party in quite some time, Kenta”, you interrupt him, taking his handsome face into your palms as you subconsciously graze his nose ring with one of your fingers.

“I‘m – really happy to hear this, my love”, he smiles, relief gleams in his beautiful eyes and you feel yourself grow warmer when he kisses your palms, his hand absentmindedly groping the soft flesh of your thigh as he speaks.

“Mad Dog, hurry the fuck up!”, Makki calls for your boyfriend from the other side of the bar, shooting you one of his charming smiles upon meeting your curious gaze.

“We‘re just going to smoke a cig real quick, is that okay with you?”, Kentarou says calmly, his eyes are attentively roaming your face for any kind of reaction and although you feel your heartbeat picking up its pace at his words and the thought of being without your wall of security, you just nod at him with a soft smile on your lips.

“I‘m a big girl, Daddy. Don‘t worry about me”, you add when you notice the hesitation in his movements; grinning happily at the way he seems to calm down once your words reach him.

“My perfect angel”, he mumbles and pulls you in for a kiss while he comes to stand onto his feet again, and by the way he lets his tongue graze over yours, you can tell it won‘t take him longer than hour before he drags you out of the bar and to fuck you into absolute oblivion.

You watch him walk away with your heart pounding against your rib cage, anxiety taking over your body in an instant and although you absolutely hate the reaction of your body, there is no way you can stop it; not when Kyoutani, the only person you feel the most comfortable with, just left for who knows how long.

But, as if she heard your silent cries for help, Yahaba‘s girlfriend, a sweet faced brunette with the cutest dimples and an almost mesmerizingly beautiful smile, comes up to you, asking whether you‘d like to accompany her to the toilet.

When she goes to grab her purse, your eyes dart towards the direction of the washroom, you can’t helot but nervously let your eyes roam the surroundings to prepare yourself for possible incidents and just when you let out a sigh of relief, you spot a group of hollering males sitting at a table quite close to the said doors.

You take a deep breath and wrap your arms around yourself to hide as much of your cleavage as possible and you can already feel the anxiety suffocating you in the worst way possible.

With a soft sigh and a forced smile, you follow Tomie, trying your best not to make the physical gap between the two of you grow too big in fear of someone cutting you off and the closer you get to the testosterone oozing table, the faster your heart starts hammering against your chest.

Tomie notices the tension in your body and intertwines her fingers with yours, a soft, assuring smile on her lips and for a short moment, you feel yourself calm down again.

However, it‘s a rather short lived moment when a loud whistle followed by even more hollering has your heart skip a beat.

You quickly press your eyes shut in desperate hope of the males just stopping it if you ignored them well enough but of course they’re quick to stomp your hopes into the ground.

“Look at that, boys!”, one of them yells and slides out of the booth with his fingers firmly wrapped around a bottle of beer and before Tomie has the chance to push him away, he cuts her off by coming to stand directly in front of her.

Fear, anxiety and the disgusting feeling of shame start overwhelming your body in form of heavy waves breaking down onto you and without even realizing it, a thick veil of tears has already blocked your sight by the time you look up at the stranger.

“I‘ve been eyeing these little dolls the whole night and they finally found their way to us! We sure as hell are some lucky guys, aren‘t we?”, he continues, another row of loud, disgusting screams from his friends follow his words and because of how the smell of alcohol clouds your mind you suddenly feel an intense urge tothrow up.

Of course this had to happen when all the boys had left the table.

“Fuck off”, Tomie hisses back at the guy, her eyes narrowed as she tries to remain unfazed and strong, “you really don‘t want to mess with us.”

And yet again, you find yourself admiring the pretty brunette with wide, teary eyes; her confidence and lack of fear towards these disgusting men leaving you absolutely speechless.

You know she‘s just as scared as you, her tight grip on your hand basically proves it, but you still appreciate her courage to speak up against them like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Oh, she‘s a feisty one. Rocky, your type of girl!”, he yells, said friend whistling in response before he shamelessly starts eyeing Tomie‘s whole body.

You gulp harshly and nervously at her shirt to get her to move. You keep shifting your gaze to the door, hoping at least one of the boys, preferably not your boyfriend, comes to save the two of you.

The reason why you genuinely don‘t want your boyfriend to witness the current scene is because you know for a fact he‘s not going to keep his cool; after all he had literally just promised you to fight these exact types of people.

“And this one definitely is my type of girl…”, the head of the group says with his gaze focused on you, shamelessly devouring you with his eyes as he pushes Tomie to the side and reaches for your face.

For the first time in your life you feel like your body and mind are acting separately because while you barely register his movement, your body almost reflexively moves away from him, avoiding his touch as if it was pure poison.

You feel the tears streaming down your cheeks, soft sobs falling past your lips as you bury your face in Tomie‘s back and try your best not to listen to the disgusting things they throw your way.

“Now you‘re acting all shy, pretty one? Where was this shyness when your little wannabe of a boyfriend was glued to your ass, hm? I saw you dancing for him like a little slut, was that a private show or can we get some of that, too?”, his words don‘t really get through to you, your brain is not even properly processing them and yet you can feel yourself drowning in your anxiety the more he talks.

You don’t want to look at him. You don’t dare, look up at him because you know he’s just going to go further into it and the mere thought of it has your stomach curling up.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart! I promise my cock is bigger than your boyfriend‘s, I bet I could fuck you way better than him. How about I follow you in there and prove it t-”

“Hey, leave those girls alone, you fucking perverts. Now go and get the fuck outta here”, it‘s the voice of the barkeeper which basically pulls you out if your anxious trance and with your heart skipping several beats, you lift your head and look at the middle aged man with big eyes.

You watch the loud guy tsk at the barkeeper before he plops down in the booth again, all of his little friends following him without making another sound.

“I‘m sorry, ladies, I really am. These guys have been making some troubles for hours now, I should have done something earlier”, he says apologetically though all you can do is nervously wiping away your tears, Tomie thanking the man as she starts caressing your back.

“Let‘s bring you to Kyou, hm, pretty one?”, the brunette sighs and pulls your face closer to her chest, the tears continuing to stream down your cheeks as you wordlessly nod before a sudden rush of panic overcomes you.

“But don‘t tell him anything about this, Tomie”, you whisper and let go of her, a shaky exhale leaving your lips, “he‘s going to get himself in trouble. Let‘s just say I sl-slipped and fell down and that‘s why I'm crying. ”

You see the hesitation in her pretty eyes, knowing oh too well how badly she wants to tell your and her own boyfriend about what just happened, only for those dirty pigs to get what they deserve but she also knows that both of them will make a big thing about it and she can’t risk the police showing up because of them.

So she nods and agrees with her pretty lips pressed into a thin line before you walk towards the entrance door and the thought of finally being in Kyoutani‘s arms, your personal safe haven, is what keeps you on your feet.

And as soon as the two of you step outside of the bar, a warm summer breeze is the first thing to hit your face, followed by the heavy smell of smoke yet your lungs are greedily welcoming the fresh air regardless.

You‘re quick to spot Kyoutani within the group of people, your feet almost automatically carrying you to him and the closer you get to him, the thicker the veil of tears blocking your sight becomes.

And by the time you come to stand in front of your boyfriend, you‘re already crying again; the man‘s previous words echoing inside of your head and sending you into a rather dark headspace.

You need your boyfriend and you need him now.

Without saying a word, you throw your arms around his neck and bury your face in the crook of it, soft little sobs falling past your lips as you desperately inhale his scent to calm down.

You hate yourself for breaking down like this in front of everyone else but you just can‘t stop replaying the words, the whole scene in general and the disgusting look of arousal on the man’s face and you know it‘s going to take some time for you to properly process it.

Kyoutani is quick to throw his cigarette to the floor, pulling you even closer to himself as he caresses your back softly.

“It‘s okay, baby”, he sighs, his voice is soft and calming to you, whereas his eyes are spitting pure fire, “I‘m here. I’ve got you.”

He knows something happened; you can feel it in the way he tenses up and his breathing is slowly growing heavier and a lot more rapid.

“What happened, Tomie?”, Yahaba asks his girlfriend, the brunette looking at him with teary eyes as the familiarity of her lover‘s voice has her in a similar state as yours.

“Tomie”, Kyoutani hisses and tries his best to maintain his composure when he notices how badly the young woman is shaking and the second her eyes meet his, a disugusting feeling of discomfort starts spreading throughout the entirety of his body, “what happened?”

“We-”, “No, Tomie!”, as soon as you hear her voice, you’re quick to lift your head from its current position to interrupt her but it takes only half a moment for you to grow incredibly small underneath all those strong gazes focusing you.

“Go on, love”, Yahaba encourages his girlfriend, his hands caressing her cheeks softly as he never once shifts his attention away from her.

“A group of guys c-catcalled us and-”, Tomie starts off well yet her voice breaks at the end of her sentence and at the mention of the men, you tighten your grip on Kyoutani‘s shirt, your head spinning as another wave of anxiety brutally hits you.

“They said so many horrible things, Shi”, Tomie whimpers softly, “t-they called Y/N a slut…”, and with those words, Kyoutani has heard enough.

You feel his body heating up underneath your touch as the anger mixes with the adrenaline and his primal instinct to protect you from everything and everyone basically throws a red veil over his eyes.

“Kenta…”, your voice is a mere whisper, breathy and shaky, as you lift your head to look at him, “please, just drop it. Let‘s go home, I need you to make me forget about it”, the exhaustion is quite evident in your words when you press your lips against his in hopes of calming him down again.

But Kyoutani has already made up his mind.

Of course he has. There‘s no God damn way he‘s just going to let it slip like this. Especially when those bastards are still in there, casually drinking their beers like nothing happened and their actions won’t ever have consequences.

“Stay here, Y/N. I have jaws to break and no, I can‘t just fucking drop it”, he hisses through gritted teeth, his whole body so tense and hands balled into such tight fists, you‘re scared he might hurt himself if it gets any worse.

“Kyoutani, I don‘t think-”, “If you‘re not going to go back in there with me, then stay here with Y/N but don‘t fucking try to stop me, Iwa”, Kyoutani quickly interrupts his close friend and senior, shooting the older one a death glare which has the whole group turn absolutely silent.

“I‘m coming with you”, Matsukawa says and adjusts his dark denim jacket, receiving an appreciative nod from your boyfriend in response.

“We‘re all in, right, guys? Because there‘s no way we‘re going to let those fuckers get away with disrespecting women like that”, Makki comments and runs his fingers through his blonde strands; a dark expression lingering in his pretty eyes which has you gulping harshly.

Kyoutani lets go of you with a deep inhale before he takes your tear stained face into his big palms and places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Don‘t start a fight, please”, you whisper and wrap your fingers around his wrists.

“I can‘t and won‘t promise you anything, my love. You know I don‘t fuck with disrespectful people and I have to let them know that they can‘t run around catcalling women like that without facing the consequences of their actions. Trust me”, is the only thing he replies with, basically reminding you of one of the many reasons why you fell in love with him all those years ago.

If there‘s one thing Kyoutani cannot handle, it‘s any form of disrespect or injustice and no matter who it is, he does not hesitate to stand up against it, putting people into their place and making sure they know better next time.

You remember the first time he had called out a guy who refused to take no for an answer; his name was the only thing you knew at that time. And now, five years later, he has not changed at all and although you hate the thought of him getting injured or in trouble, there’s no point in trying to stop him.

“Be careful”, you say and give him another quick peck on the lips, “I love you.”

Kyoutani nods, his ears are still perking up every time he hears those words from you, no matter how much time passes. You know he thinks he‘s not worthy of your love and that‘s why you’ve never and won’t ever hesitate to remind him that he is.

“I love you, too.”

You watch him and his boys go back inside before Yahaba offers you a bottle of water, Tomie still in his arms as he gives you an encouraging smile.

However, not even five minutes later, you basically sneak away from the two love birds when curiosity and worry gets the best of you. The moment you sit down at the other side of the bar, you feel your heart tightening and the weight on your chest growing heavier at the sight of your boyfriend standing right in front of the guy who said all those horrible things to and about you.

“Oh, will you look at that”, he scoffs, obviously intimidated by Kyoutani‘s strong aura as he continues to chuckle nervously; his voice wavering and all the confidence from a few minutes ago is basically nonexistent, “that little slut sent her puppy. Boo hoo, I‘m so scared of the fucker who thinks he‘s doing-”, “Just shut the fuck up already, grandpa”, Kyoutani growls, rolling his eyes at the man whose desperate attempt to hide his fear behind empty words failed miserably.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh? Coming to me, acting like-”, “I am not here to listen to your stupid shittalk. We‘re not on the same intellectual level and you‘re basically just a waste of time for me”, Kyoutani interrupts the male yet again, crossing his arms in front of his chest, his strong gaze never once shifting away from his face while his opponent hasn’t looked into his eyes at all.

“You little piece of shit-”, and just when the guy lifts his arm, hand balled into a tight fist and his aim nobody but your boyfriend, a loud gasp escapes your lips, followed by this certain type of ache spreading in your chest at the thought of your lover in pain.

However, once you open your eyes again, you‘re met with the sight of Kyoutani casually gripping the man‘s wrist in his hand, his whole body tense as the other boys make sure that none of the other guys gets involved.

This isn‘t the first time you‘ve seen him fight and his calmness shouldn‘t be such a surprise to you but you know his patience is a thin line and once he‘s had enough, things are bound to get messy.

“I‘m just trying to talk to you, you piece of human shit”, Kyoutani sighs and pulls the man‘s arm down before he quickly pushes it around and has him pressed against the next best wall with one skilled movement.

You nervously watch the way your boyfriend slowly starts pushing the stranger‘s arm further up his back, making him let out a row of painful yelps.

“You better get on your fucking knees and beg that this is the last time you and your stray dogs cross mine or my girl‘s way”, he spits, weighing more of his own weight against the catcaller to push his face further into the wall as he speaks loud enough for everyone to hear, “because the next time I see your ugly face, I‘m going to break your fucking jaw and introduce your kneecaps to my baseball bat with my girl’s name on it. And this is a fucking promise, dipshit.”

A beat of silence follows Kyoutani’s threat and you‘re surprised just how clearly you can understand him when just a minute ago there was loud music playing as well as so many noises echoing through the bar.

“And you better fucking believe me when I say I will slice your throat when I witness you disrespecting women like this again. I have nothing to lose, old man. Don‘t fucking try me”, Kyoutani hisses, his tone so cold and just as threatening as he had intended them to be.

You know he would never actually do the thing he just said but just from the way he’s carrying himself with such confidence and certainty, even you feel intimidated.

“For fuck‘s sake, okay, okay”, the man hisses when Kenta lets go of him, “calm the fuck down. You act like she isn‘t practically-”

“Don‘t you fucking dare finish that sentence”, yet another gasp of shock leaves your lips as you watch Kyoutani grab the man by his throat, pushing him back into the wall with a loud thud, “no matter what the fuck she‘s — or anybody else is wearing, you‘re going to keep those fucking comments to yourself because nobody fucking asked for them. Did you understand me?”

The man starts nodding like an obedient little puppy, he obviously doesn’t want to try and see if the fake blonde in front of him was bluffing or not.

“Now take your fucking dogs and get the fuck out. Oh, and don‘t ever come back. I know your face old man, I will actually beat you the fuck up, don‘t forget this”, are his last words before he steps to the side to let the man and his friends leave without another word. Their gazes are lowered to the ground as they basically run out of the bar.

And when your boyfriend‘s friends start attacking him with loud encouragement and applause, you can‘t get yourself to look at anyone but him because it‘s then that you notice how you‘ve been pressing your thighs together for who knows how long.

The rest of the night passes by in a blur, your head so full yet empty from everything that has happened within the time span of a few hours and to say that you‘re glad when everyone starts leaving one by one, the group getting smaller and smaller meaning the two of you aren‘t going to stay too much longer too, is definitely an understatement.

You hate it, but you just can‘t hide let alone deny how much Kyoutani has gotten you all worked with his behavior from earlier.

And the worst part about it is that he‘s very well aware of how badly you‘ve been pressing your thighs together for the past few minutes. But you know he isn‘t digging further into it since he still has to calm down; the fear of losing control with you is way too present for him to just ignore it.

Slowly, but surely the arousal and neediness for his touch starts getting too much as you bury your face in the crook of his neck and your hands are tightly gripping his shirt while you listen to his voice without really hearing what he says.

Kyoutani absentmindedly caresses your thigh with his big, ring clad hand underneath the table, not even caring about the way you are squirming under his touch in hopes of getting him to touch your cunt with the tip of his fingers.

However, the more he begins to grope the flesh, the more your cunt is clenching around nothing like crazy; your panties absolutely ruined as your arousal grows with every minute.

You know everyone at the table can sense the sexual tension between you and your boyfriend and that‘s exactly what makes it more thrilling for you.

“Baby…”, Kyoutani cooes, the amusement in his voice is way too present and you whimper softly into his neck, “you‘re dripping already. What has you so worked up, hm?”, he whispers, pushing his hand even closer to your clothed cunt and you inhale sharply, moving further into his touch with a needy whine.

“You, Daddy”, you sigh when he finally presses his digits against the drenched fabric of your panties.

“Daddy, huh?”, Makki suddenly chuckles and arches his brows as he throws a wink at your boyfriend who just rolls his eyes in responde, trying his best to not let anyone see just how badly he wants to bend you over the table and pound into your pussy until you‘re crying and begging for more.

Kyoutani watches the way his senior lets his eyes wander over your squirming physique, a jolt of pride and light jealousy rushing through his body at how the older is so obviously getting aroused at your neediness.

“Mhm”, your boyfriend hums softly, drawing lazy circles into your clit through your panties, “stop the fake mockery, Makki. We both know you‘d kill to have a doll like mine call you Daddy”, he snickers back, a prideful grin playing on his lips as he listens to your soft little moans right next to his ear.

“Is that an offer, Mad Dog?”, the strawberry blonde replies and all of a sudden you find yourself imagining the feeling of his touch on your skin, a rather loud moan escaping your lips in response to his words.

“Fuck no”, Kyoutani quickly hisses and it’s a matter of second for him to tense up at your reaction, “this cunt‘s all mine to fuck, there‘s no way I‘ll let you get a taste of her”, he pulls his hand away from your pussy, knowing he‘s got you where he wants before he shoots his friend a death glare.

You whine a little too loud, the arousal not only clouding your head but also mixing with the little bit of alcohol in your veins and usually you‘d never be so reckless, especially with others being so close to you, there‘s just something so exciting about Kyoutani’s possessiveness.

“Don‘t worry, big boy”, Makki exclaims and shifts in his chair, his slim fingers tightly wrapped around his nth bottle of beer, “you‘ve got her wrapped around your finger, there‘s no way she‘ll look at anyone else like that.”

At the sound of those words, Kyoutani averts his gaze from the male‘s face to yours, only to meet your beautiful eyes already staring back at him with nothing but adoration and love gleaming in the soft color surrounding your isis and for the nth time within a day, the usually so cold and reserved guy finds himself wondering how in the hell he got so lucky.

“Damn straight”, the fake blonde whispers against your lips and pulls you into a passionate kiss.

But before he gets the chance to push his tongue into your mouth, you pull away with a soft whimper and look at him.

“Can we go home?”, you sigh and desperately try to calm yourself down; your body is so hot and needy, it feels like you‘re about to explode.

“Hey, Mad, you better take care of your girl or someone else has to do it”, this time it‘s Matsukawa‘s deep voice, a shit eating grin plastered on his handsome face as you look at him in utter surprise.

“Back the fuck off”, Kentarou’s voice is sharp and doesn’t leave any room for discussion, his eyes narrowing to stare down his seniors with his usual intensity because despite the fact that they‘re obviously just teasing him, he‘s also very well aware just how attractive both of them are. And the thought of you thinking of anyone else’s but his touch never fails to leave his heart painfully aching in his chest.

“Please stop saying things like. I don‘t want anyone but him”, you suddenly say, lips pushed into a little pout with your eyes focusing on the two males in front of you nervously. Both of them are quick to straighten themselves before they apologize to you for their behavior while Kyoutani is absolutely taken aback by your words.

It‘s not like this is the first time he‘s heard you say exactly those words, but the fact you said it to someone else without even hesitating for a moment has his heart growing twice it‘s size.

“Looks like we‘re going to be here for a little longer, so-”, “No”, Kyoutani interrupts you, taking his cigarettes and phone from the table before he stands up and reaches for your hand with his eyebrows slightly furrowed, “let‘s say our goodbyes and go home.”

By the time you‘re comfortably seated in Kyoutani‘s car, you feel tiredness and exhaustion slowly take over you and although the arousal is still lingering underneath the surface, you can‘t help but lean your head against the cold glass of the window and let out a deep sigh.

“Tired?”, your boyfriend‘s deep voice sends a soft vibration through your chest and with a soft smile on your lips you nod, opening your eyes and looking at him, enjoying the way his loving gaze has already focused you.

Kyoutani places his rough hand on your neck, his thumb caressing your cheek as the cold metal of his jewelry cools your heated skin down just like that. Another soft sigh falls past your lips and at the same time, the sound of rain gently hitting the car starts echoing in the silence of the small space inside.

“I love you so much, Baby”, he whispers, his voice raspy and slightly strained; the exhaustion from a night of socializing prominent in every single one of his words and as his love confession sends jolts of warmth through your body, you soak in every bit of the pretty gleam in his dark eyes.

“I love you, too”, you reply with a soft smile yet furrowing your brows at the pout forming on your boyfriend‘s lips.

“Didn‘t you forget something, pretty one?”, he scolds you softly and tilts his head to the side, his thumb grazes your slightly parted lips, sending shivers down your spine and pulling you back into the deep haze of arousal.

“I love you, too, Daddy”, you add quickly and press a kiss against the tip of his digit before you wrap your lips around it and shoot him a cheeky smile.

“Baby...”, Kyoutani grunts, his eyes narrowing and jaw clenching at the feeling of your tongue on his skin and all of a sudden he starts shifting in his seat, obviously trying to hide his own arousal.

“I really want to fuck you, my love”, he sighs and runs his free hand over his face, “but I feel like I‘m going to lose control and I don‘t want things to end like last time…”, his voice is strained when he pulls his hand back and throws his head back.

You can‘t help but sigh softly because you know exactly what he‘s thinking about and you hate yourself for not knowing how to make it a little easier for him to handle.

A couple of months ago, Kyoutani got into a fight with one of his cousins for reasons he has yet to tell you. Up until that moment, you had never seen him as angry and upset before and for the first time in years you felt a little less calm around your boyfriend. It‘s not like you don‘t know how to handle an angry Kyoutani but that night was different in every thinkable way possible.

He came up to you, knuckles covered in blood and scratches, a busted lip and several bruises on his face, asking to be taken care of and who were you to deny him that when just thinking about his pain hurts you.

And that was the first night in which Kyoutani had lost control.

It came to the point where anger had clouded his mind so much, he couldn’t hear anything you said as he pounded you into the mattress, hand tightly wrapped around your throat as your whole body and mind ached for some sort of softness after hours of being teased and punished for something you hadn’t done..

You remember the look of pure horror and shock on his face once he realized that you had been chanting your safe word for a while now; your voice nothing but a mere whisper while you slowly lost yourself in one of the worst subspaces you have ever experienced.

It took a couple of days for you two to get back to normal after that night. It definitely wasn‘t easy for either one of you, but it also strengthened your relationship in a different way.

Of course Kyoutani never once stopped making sure that you‘re okay, taking care of you with tender touches and soft kisses, healing your wounds, the ones he had caused, as he chose to leave his own untouched. Every time you offered to do something for him, be it sexual or just something as normal as washing his hair when you showered together, called him Daddy or tried to shift the focus to him, he found some kind of excuse.

No matter how many times you talked to him about it, he always ended up telling you just how sorry he is with tears streaming down his cheeks, unable to look into your eyes because of how ashamed and guilty he felt for hurting the one person he had promised to protect and love forever.

Now, almost eight months later, he stopped beating himself up for it; shifting his focus to avoid such behavior in the future instead of regretting what had happened for too long.

Kyoutani got back into his dom persona a while ago but he still struggled a lot with being as harsh and rough with you as he used to be before that one night.

And while you decided to leave it in the past, it’s still quite present to your boyfriend and every time things come to this exact point, he pulls away and opts to casual fucking.

You haven‘t heard him use any form of degradation in months, even though his dirty talk was still as lewd and arousing as ever, you found yourself craving his mean and hard side, yet you refuse to actually ask him since you don‘t want him to do something he isn‘t comfortable with.

“Daddy”, you say softly, taking his face into your hands and getting him to meet your gaze, “look at me, please.”

He lets out another loud sigh before his lids flutter open, the pretty color filled with a mixture of tender love and the bitterness of regret.

“I won‘t ever force you to do anything with me. But I want you to know that I trust you, that has never changed, no matter what happened. So if you want to be rough with me again, I‘m all here for it. And if you want me to suck your cock and call it a night, that‘s fine with me, too. I just want you to stop being so harsh on yourself because of this, my love”, you explain to him, your thumbs caressing his cheeks as you speak and you love how you can literally feel how he’s slowly calming down underneath the familiarity of your touch.

“But with everything that happened tonight, I just don‘t think it‘s a good idea…”, Kyoutani replies and pulls you closer to nudge your nose with his own.

“Because I really just want to press your pretty face into the mattress and fuck your tight little pussy so hard that walking – no – standing is going to be a God damn challenge”, he continues, his voice a little raspier than just a second ago, the arousal and lust so evident in every single one of his words, you can‘t help but press your thighs together.

You gulp harshly and wrap your fingers around one of his wrists, guiding his hand in between your legs to show him that you‘re still just as excited and needy.

“Please, Daddy…”, you whisper against his lips, “I need you to make me forget about what happened tonight”, your fingers dig into his strong shoulders to steady yourself when you slowly grind yourself against his palm, enjoying that little bit of friction on your neglected clit.

“Not here”, he suddenly hisses, his words cutting through the tension like a sharp knife, “I want to give you the aftercare you deserve once I‘m done with you, so I have to get you home”, he explains to you, his fingers lazily drawing circles into your clit as he watches you lose yourself in a touch as small as that.

“I really don‘t care, just want you to fuck me stupid…”, you whisper and pull your bottom lip between your teeth to stop yourself from moaning even louder.

Kyoutani shoots you one last smirk and the excitement gleaming in his eyes sends a sweet jolt of warmth into your chest before he pulls his hand back and starts the engine of the car.

You have no idea how long it takes for you to get to your shared home, none of you speak a single word because you’re both busy taking in the heavy sexual tension lingering in the air but also mentally preparing yourself for what‘s to come.

You‘re a lot more nervous than you would have thought.

However, the thought of Kyoutani finally letting himself slip into his hard dom persona again has your heart rapidly pounding against your rib cage.

You also try to not get yourself too hyped up since the possibility of him backing out of it at the very last minute is still present. You don‘t want to let him know just how much you miss his roughness because you know once you do, he‘s going to feel like he has to do it to satisfy you when everything he does is enough to drive you mad.

After what feels like an eternity, you arrive at the apartment building and by the time you step through the door,, your heart is already thrumming inside of your throat, the arousal in your blood slowly clouding your mind as your body pushes you into this certain haze to distract you from tonight’s distressing events.

While Kyoutani busies himself in the kitchen, you start undressing yourself on your way to the bedroom. The familiar scent of his favorite scented candle puts you at ease in the best way possible, yet makes you grow even needier than before.

You just want to be as close to him as possible; a feeling of deep longing sitting inside of your chest, a little too heavy on your heart.

Once you‘re completely naked, the only thing to adorn your body is your ‘K’-necklace, you sit down on your bed and try your best not to get impatient.

Your ears perk up at the sound of Kyoutani‘s heavy footsteps as he walks down the hallway and you gulp harshly, almost automatically hiding yourself behind your arms before your eyes dart to the door to watch him slowly enter the room.

You let your hungry eyes shamelessly roam every part of his body; pressing your thighs together as the sight of his strong, tattoo clad arms and thick thighs send sweet jolts of arousal through your veins.

“Stop that”, Kyoutani mutters, shooting you a quick glance which has you relaxing your legs almost instantly.

“You‘ve been a little too needy for my liking, Baby”, he continues and fumbles with the buttons of his pants before he pops them open and pushes the fabric down his strong legs. His words barely reach your clouded brain, you’re too mesmerized by his literal presence.

Your eyes focus the outline of his hard cock in his boxer briefs, your mouth salivating the more excited you get and if it wasn‘t for Kyoutani‘s strong gaze, you would have had your thighs pressed together again because of the unbearable pressure on your cunt.

“Oh, so you‘re so desperate to have your little hole fucked that you forgot how to respond when you‘re being talked to, hm?”, he hisses, your head shooting up to meet his eyes at the harshness of his words.

“I‘m sorry, Daddy”, you whisper quickly, gulping harshly when he takes the hem of his see-through shirt into his grip and pulls it over his head in one go.

You feel your muscles tensing up because of how you’re trying to stop yourself from letting your eyes follow the dark lines adorning his torso and the shiny metal in his nipples and his belly button. Although you do want to be a little bit brattier than usual just to see how far you can push him, you manage to hold yourself back, knowing he still needs a bit of time to fully get back into this certain headspace he’s been avoiding for so long.

“Spread your legs.”

Without missing a beat, you do as you‘re told, a soft sigh falling past your lips when the rather cool air of the room hits your wet cunt and that’s when you notice the mess on your inner thighs.

Kyoutani‘s gaze drops to your cute pussy and basically devours you alive as his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip before he pulls the soft flesh in between his teeth.

“Why the fuck are you this wet? You‘re practically dripping, making a mess of the sheets like some bitch in heat”, your boyfriend spits and finally approaches you; his deep voice sending sinful vibrations through your chest which leave your needy hole clenching in utter despair.

“You, Daddy”, you whine, the urge – no, the need to feel his skin underneath your fingers growing unbearable the closer he gets, “you‘re the only one who can get me like this.”

Kyoutani lets out a satisfied hum and takes your chin between his fingers. He makes you tilt your head back a little to have a better view at your face, the soft smile on your lips driving him absolutely crazy and making it so much easier for him to go even further.

The grip on your face overwhelms you as it comes out of nowhere; his strong fingers digging into the soft skin of your cheeks as he watches the way you struggle to keep your mouth shut. And when you realize what he’s about to do, you try your best to open up even further, receiving ascoff in response as Kyoutani rolls his eyes and tightens his grip. With anticipation and arousal micing in your veins and driving you absolutely crazy, you never once avert your gaze from his face to make sure he knows you‘re absolutely okay with this.

Kyoutani gathers the saliva in his mouth before he puckers his plump lips and spits into your mouth with a loud, lewd noise which echoes through the emptiness of your shared bedroom..

You whimper when the taste of his spit coats the muscle of your tongue and you eagerly swallow it before almost instantly parting your lips yet again.

Kentrou knows exactly what you want and need so he lets yet another thick drop of his saliva fall onto the back of your tongue.

“You’re so fucking desperate- thank me for this”, he sighs and starts shaking his head, light mockery wavering in his tone, intensifying the need to completely submit yourself to him.

“Thank you, Daddy.”, you reply and finally dare to wrap your fingers around his slim wrist, your chest warming up at the feeling of his soft skin underneath your fingertips, “only this desperate for you, I promise.”

“Oh, really?”, Kyoutani says and arches his brows, not moving out of your grip as he starts palming his hard cock through the fabric of his boxers. You nod and look up at him when a shiver of slight discomfort runs down your spine at the feeling of your juices slowly leaking down to your ass.

“Why the fuck did your dirty little pussy start clenching when Makki was talking about you then, hm?”, he growls, making you gulp harshly and that’s when you find yourself cursing him for being so attentive and yourself for being so God damn obvious.

“You can‘t even deny it, can you? Fucking pathetic”, he mutters and pushes your face away before he lets his hand wander underneath the waistband of his underwear, giving his thick, precum leaking cock a few practiced strokes yet still hiding it from your hungry gaze.

“Is that what you want? Do you want Makki to fuck that little pussy of yours, hm?”

“No! Of course not”, you exclaim, your lips pushed into a pout as you ball your hands to fists to stop yourself from touching him.

“Watch your tone, doll”, Kyoutani is quick to spit back and if it wasn‘t for the expression in his gaze, you would have continued just like that.

“Don‘t want anybody but you, Daddy”, you whisper, your voice a little hoarse as you try oh so desperately to stop yourself from crying; suddenly way too overwhelmed by your own emotions.

“Aw, look at that! are you about to cry? Is Daddy being so mean that the baby’s going to cry? Oh goodness!”, Kyoutani raises his eyebrows before his lips stretch into a huge smile which is absolutely coated in mockery.

“You‘re a little too desperate, doll. You‘re lucky it looks good on you”, and as you slowly process those exact words, you feel yourself falling into this beautiful, warm trance of security and familiarity you‘ve been craving oh so much lately.

It‘s not like the times he was rather soft with you weren‘t just as beautiful and reassuring but there‘s just something so good and comforting about the way you can let yourself slip into this very special state of mind and put yourself into his hands without any worries, letting go of every bit of control because you know he‘s there with you.

“Thank you, Daddy”, you reply, tilting your head to the side and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, lazily watching the wet patch right above his tip grow bigger the more worked up he becomes.

A soft whimper escapes you when Kyoutani throws his head back and groans, the sound like music to your ears.

“Wanna eat that pretty little cunt”, he grunts and looks at you with hooded eyes, driving you absolutely crazy and you almost automatically spread your legs even further apart.

“You know I‘m not going to let you cum, right? No need to get excited. This is all about me and what I want”, Kyoutani says and drops to his knees, his words putting you in a state of disappointment yet the heaviness of anticipation still overshadows it rather quickly.

You just nod, knowing there‘s no point in trying to argue with him; at least for now. Once Kyoutani has fully blossomed, you know just how far you can push him and even if it's not tonight, you know it won‘t be too long until you finally get your chance again.

The first lick over your drenched flesh comes unexpected; your whole focus is on the way Kyoutani‘s broad shoulders look so perfect in between your legs and you shudder at the sudden feeling of his hot tongue on your cunt.

Kyoutani sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth without missing another beat, making sure to let the tip of his tongue graze the sensitive nub and eliciting a loud whine from you before he continues to lap up the juices leaking out of your hole.

“Oh, fuck!”, you throw your head back and whimper when you feel a thick drop of spit slowly sliding down your lips. Kyoutani chuckles against your pussy and his eyes find your face with a big smile as he enjoys the way you‘re falling apart underneath him within just a few seconds

He slowly pushes his tongue into your clenching hole, simultaneously letting out a loud groan at the taste of your juices which sends the sweetest vibrations through your body. You desperately start fisting the bed sheets underneath your body and you let yourself fall backwards with a soft thud.

Kentarou starts tongue-fucking you slowly; he’s making sure to drag the muscle along the walls of your pussy and rubbing your little clit with his thumbwith just the right amount of pressure. His movements are agonizingly slow, every single one of them pushing you deeper into the breathtaking hole of pleasure and with all the pent up frustration, it doesn‘t take a lot for the tears to stream down your temples.

You arch your back with every hard thrust of his tongue into your hole and every time his strong gaze meets yours, you grow a little more disappointed knowing that he‘s just waiting for you to tiptoe around your high just so he can take it away from you.

“D-Daddy…”, you cry softly and cover your face with your own hands when the pleasure becomes too much and you can barely stop yourself from whining and whimpering.

The painful spank against your pussy, however, easly pulls you out of your little trance and has you throwing your head back with a loud, choked out sob; the painful sting pushing you even closer to your orgasm. Of course you secretly hope that Kyoutani might let you off without taking your first high from you but you try to not get your hopes too high up.

“Shut the fuck up”, Kyoutani spits and you can hear the faux annoyance wavering in his deep voice which is why you instantly pull your bottom lip in between your teeth to stop yourself from letting out any more noises.

“Aren‘t you going to say anything, hm? Have I fucked the manners out of that little doll brain of yours already? Fucking pathetic”, he snarled, moves away from in between your legs with a loud scoff and the sudden lack of stimulation putsyou into a state of panic.

You quickly straighten yourself, your head spinning from the strong pressure on your cunt when you reach for his hands to pull him back to you.

“I‘m sorry, Daddy!”, you gulp harshly with your bottom lip quivering and tears blurring your sight – yet, there‘s this familiar warmth of trust and love sitting right in the middle of your chest, reminding you that this is Kyou, your boyfriend of five years and the only man who has ever loved, appreciated, cared for and touched you.

The only man you have ever trusted in your life.

“Get your toy”, Kenta hisses and pulls his hand out of your grip to clean up the corners of his mouth with his thumb, “what‘s the point in rewarding you with a touch you don‘t even deserve.”

You sob softly at his words but still get on your shaky legs and slowly make your way towards the closet to pull out the little box with toys the two of you liked to use every now and then.

Most of the time your boyfriend opts to use them on you when he wants to punish you by taking the one thing you cherish the most: his touch.

At first, you couldn‘t pull through with it for longer than ten minutes because your body was craving him in a way which turned you into a complete mess within a really short amount of time. After years of being together, you‘ve gotten used to it and although there are other punishments you prefer, you still enjoy the way Kentarou reminds you of his power and control over you like this.

“Which one, Daddy?”, you ask softly, finally calming down a bit as you try to tell yourself that he will eventually touch you again, you just have to be good.

Kyoutani, already comfortably seated in his gaming chair right across from you, has his fingers firmly wrapped around his throbbing cock when he mutters a response: “The vibrator and that pretty plug of yours. I wanna make sure all your holes are stuffed.”

You gulp harshly and pull out the blue vibrator, your insides turning and twisting with excitement at the thought of having it buried inside of you since it was the only one to come close to your boyfriend‘s impressive size.

“The longer you stare at it the worse I‘m going to edge you, pretty face. Stop pushing my buttons”, your boyfriend mumbles and continues to stroke his cock, easily suppressing his moans and groans because he knows it‘s going to drive you crazy since you absolutely love getting off to those exact noises.

And you don‘t know what it is but something about the way he says it, but the way his words are drenched in complacency and cockiness is what throws a red veil over your eyes in an instant.

With your hands balled into tight fists, your heart brutally slamming against your rib cage, the words leave your lips before you get to overthink them even further.

“I don‘t deserve this, Daddy!”, you snap back at him with your body shaking as adrenaline pumps through your veins and although you are looking at Kyoutani, the thick veil of tears makes it impossible for you to actually see him.

“Excuse you?”, your boyfriend’s soft growl pulls you out of your angry haze.

You rapidly blink the tears away, your sight clearing up only for you to meet the darkness in your boyfriend‘s usually so soft gaze.

“Daddy, I‘m s-sorry…”, you try to say but your voice is breathy and hoarse. You’re choking on your sobs because you can tell from the change in his attitude that you’ve disappointed him with your behavior simply because you let your anger over something so ridiculous take over you.

“Don‘tyou fucking dare call me that, you little brat.”

His words slice your heart like a sharp knife and you look at him in utter shock.

It definitely has been some time since he’s taken the privilege of using that title away from you and that‘s how you know that he's definitely not going to go easy on you.

After all, it’s a title which you use more than his actual name; the comfort and security it comes with that almost instantly puts you at ease.

“Get on the bed, now. Head off the edge, hands behind your back and legs opened wide. And don‘t make me wait”, Kentarou sneers and rips the vibrator out of your grip before he steps away from you, his heavy breathing sending shivers down your spine.

You take a deep breath, you get up and walk towards the bed again, but before you lay down, your eyes find the brown orbs of your boyfriend just to make sure he‘s still with you and at the way his gaze softens for a quick second, you can tell that he’s still got it under control.

Kyoutani fucks your throat for what feels like an entire hour; his girthy cock roughly dragging along the walls of your throat, coating it in the sweet taste of his precum and as he uses you to his own pleasure, he makes sure to play with yours.

He easily pushes you right to the edge with the vibrator, knowing exactly how to use it on you to get you right where he wants you to be, just to pull away with a loud chuckle and then repeat over and over and over again.

Your whole body is on fire. Your legs are desperately shaking from being on the edge for so long, thighs already sore from tensing up every time Kyoutani takes your orgasm from you and the more he makes you choke on his cock, the more numb you become.

You have no idea how much time actually passes by when he finally turns off the vibrator and pulls it away from your overly sensitive cunt; the simplest touch making you sob.

Kentrou, however, cums down your throat with a loud groan, the position making it hard for you to swallow it properly so you cringe at the feeling of his thick semen dripping down your jawline.

By the time he steps back from your aching body, letting the toy fall to the floor and basically giving you the signal that your punishment is over, you curl yourself up in a ball to try and desperately get rid of the heavy pressure on your cunt without cumming by pressing your thighs together as tight as possible.

You press your face into the soft sheets, inhaling his scent as your cries grow heavier, the frustration from your stolen highs slowly taking over you in the form of complete exhaustion.

It takes you a lot more willpower to stop yourself from whining for your Daddy and you know Kyoutani is just as aware of it as you are. So you patiently wait for him to finally give you back one of the things he had taken away from you.

“Baby.”

And there it finally is.

His voice is a lot raspier than before and you enjoy the calming way your brain replays it inside of your head a couple of times before you slowly lift your head, eyes lazily opening as you smile at him softly.

“I‘m going to fuck your cunt now, pretty one”, he whispers, his rough hand caressing your naked back while all you can do is nod in response.

Your subspace has already taken complete control over your rational thinking and of course Kyoutani is aware of this, which is why he makes sure to let you know of his next actions.

“And if you take the rest of your punishment just as well, I‘ll breed you just how you like it, Baby. How does that sound, Angel?”

Kyoutani says while he walks around the bed and comes to stand behind you to pull you closer to his strong body.

You feel the leaking tip of his hard cock against your stuffed asshole, your cunt clenching desperately when you feel a drop of precum finding its way in between your drenched cunt in the process of rubbing his length through your soft flesh.

“Sounds good, Da-”, “Atta, sweet girl”, Kyoutani is quick to scold you for using the word he has yet to give you back and if it wasn‘t for the thick clouds of arousal in your head, you would have struggled to understand why he‘d do such thing when it‘s just as reassuring for him as it is for you.

A couple of months after you‘ve started using it, rather early into your relationship, Kyoutani had told you how much hearing the title from you calms him down, which is why you‘re always so taken aback when he chooses to punish you with its prohibition since he‘s basically punishing himself too.

“I‘m sorry”, you whisper and take a deep breath, pressing your cheek against the mattress and pushing your ass even further up into the air to try and get yourself to relax.

“F-Fuck”, Kyoutani groans when he pushes the thick tip of his big cock past your tight entrance, knocking the breath out of your lungs tortuously slow, “you really have the best little cunt on this planet, Dollface. It makes me want to fuck you forever”, he hisses through gritted teeth and continues to push more of himself into you.

A row of loud, high pitched whines leave your lips but are muffled by the way your lover is pushing your face deeper into the mattress until he finally bottoms out inside of you.

Surprisingly, the stretch is a lot to handle despite the intense preparation.

And the way you just feel so..full; stuffed to the brim with his cock, so deep inside of you that you can literally feel his tip graze the entrance of our womb and you know if you got just the tiniest bit of clit stimulation, just the penetration would have thrown you over the edge in the most delicious way possible.

But of course your boyfriend is aware of that too so he actively refuses to get his fingers near your incredibly sensitive bundle of nerves.

Kentarou gives you some time to adjust to his size before he slowly starts to pull his cock out of you again, dragging himself along the spongy walls of your cunt ever so slowly, as if he was making sure to engrave every thick vein on his pretty cock into your cunt.

Your breath hitches in your throat when he slams himself back into your tight pussy, your whole body overwhelmed by the intense penetration and when he repeats the whole process, Kyoutani sneaks his hand in between your legs, easily finding your clit and – finally – rubbing it with the rough pads of his fingers.

Your first orgasm hits you in the form of several waves; the intensity makes your sight blacken out for a good minute and the only thing you properly register is the way you‘re oh so desperately gasping for air when your cunt starts spasming around your boyfriend‘s cock.

Tears start streaming down your cheeks yet again, the mixture of pain and pleasure giving you exactly what your body and mind have been craving for God knows how long.

Yet it’s the feeling of Kyoutani‘s strong hands gripping your arms to pull you flush against his chest, cock still balls deep buried inside of you, which brings you back to reality.

“Look at you”, he growls and places a soft kiss on your dampened cheek; his hands hungrily groping the soft flesh of your tits as he holds you firmly againsthis strong body, “you literally fell apart on my cock, squirting everywhere like a good fucking girl”, he moans into your ear and it‘s his words which make you notice the juices of your orgasm dripping down your thighs. But all you can do is whimper at his praise, digging your nails into the skin of his wrists when he slowly starts fucking you again.

“Cum for me one more time and I‘ll give it back to you, Baby”, he whispers, his rapid breathing fanning against your skin and making your cunt clamp down around his cock even tighter.

“Yes”, you sob, “please – fuck – please, make me cum again.”

Upon hearing your cute little pleas and feeling his own orgasm lingering at the very end of his spine, all Kyou can do is nod.

Hefucks you through another orgasm with ease, whispering lewd words of degradation into your ear, telling you what a good little slut you‘re being for him and how proud he‘s of getting to be the one who owns your tight little cunt.

“You’re going to take it, right, Baby? You’re gonna make it up to me and take every-”, thrust, “fucking-”, thrust, “drop of my cum”, thrust.

His words are slurred and barely reach your fucked out brain but from the way his grip on your arms has toghtend and his cock is now grazing your cervix with each thrust, you know he’s close and all you can is beg for his cum.

“That’s my good girl, mhm. Go ahead, B-Baby, take my cum like the good fucking girl you are. You gotta get all round and pregnancy with my baby so we can show those fuckers who you belong to.”

For some reason, you don’t struggle to process every single one of those words as he mons them into your ear and at the mere thought of being bred by your boyfriend, you finally feel yourself tumbling over the edge yet again.

Only when the heavy aftermath of your second high slowly starts hitting you does Kentarou’s body tense up completely, followed by a row of loud moans, deep grunts and muffled profanities before his cock starts twitching and he finally cums inside of you with three thick spurts.

Heavy breathing, gentle whimpers and a few of your sobs fill the space of your bedroom as the two of you take the time you need to calm yourself down.

Kyoutani doesn't pull out even after regulating his breathing; he simply wraps his arms around your waist and lays down on the mattress with you.

His touch is warm and comforting and from the way he’s holding you, he’s letting you know that he‘s not going to let go of you anytime soon.

The following minutes are filled with absolute silence as the both of you are just taking in each other‘s presence.

And once Kenta’s calmed himself down completely, he starts whispering lots and lots of praises into your ear, making it so hard for you to not just fall asleep right then and there since the combination of those soft words and his raspy, fucked out voice has the same effects as a sleeping pill.

After almost thirty minutes, your boyfriend slowly pulls himself out of you with the excuse of getting the bathtub ready and although you protest with a pout, you let him when you think of hot water on your skin and the calming scent of vanilla in your nose.

It doesn’t take long for Kyou to come back and help you to the bathroom. He makes sure to take off all of your (ruined) makeup by using the right products before he applies your skin care routine in the correct order, lets you step into the bathtub and gives you a couple of minutes to yourself just as usual. Once he’s taken care of the ruined sheets, he comes back to gently bathe you just how you like it; washing the rest of your body with a soft washing cloth all while he tells you how well you’ve done and how proud he is of you.

Once he’s done with your little bath, he steps into the shower to get himself just as clean and ready for bed, he comes back to find you on the verge of falling asleep, eyes barely open as your lips stretch into soft smile; making it so much easier for him to get rid of all those doubtful thoughts in his head.

By the time he has you all dried and dressed up in nothing but one of his shirts, you‘re babbling sweet nonsense; talking about your first kiss but also how much you like the way his spit tastes “yummy” (your words, not his) after he’s smoked a cigarette.

You fall asleep with your face buried in the crook of Kyoutani‘s neck, legs tangled together with a few rays of sunshine finding their way through the curtains, reminding your boyfriend just how long the two of you had busied yourself.

And as he looks at you in the light of the early sunrise, Kyoutani can‘t hold back the tears from pricking at the corners of his eyes because after years of not receiving the tiniest bit of love or trust, he had finally found you

— his home.

— (A/N: Happy Belated B-Day to the love of my life. Although this is just a reuplod from my old blog (@/starboybokuto) I'm still proud of myself for pulling through with editing this fic and hope you guys missed it just as much as I did. This fic also plays in the "Of Cigarettes and Love Confessions" universe but can be read seperately, just like the orher two fics. I hope yu guys enjoyed it; feel free to leave feedback of any kind if you feel like it. Love, Zade.)

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