#there was so much good makki content

[shaisuki]

who in haikyuu and blue lock secretly prefers big girls very more and those who aren't secretive about it

❝ 𝐁𝚰𝐆 𝐆𝚰𝐑𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍 ❞

FEATURING. HAIKYUU AND BLUE LOCK MEN

CONTENT WARNINGS. implied smut + fatphobic themes

NOTES. don't take this list seriously. this is just my opinion and preferences. you can decide where they are much suited.

SYNOPSIS. the whose low-key and those who are shamelessly proud.

# 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (most to least)

BOKUTO KOUTARO

— no surprise here. bokuto canonically like plump girls and isn't afraid to show his appreciation towards girls who have extra on themselves. will pickup you in the daily basis and parades and show you off in his games and proudly tells everyone that you are his.

ISSEI MATSUKAWA

— what's there to hide? if you like someone tell them no need to bullshit yourself that you cannot like fat girls and issei is one of them. what's the shame. forbid this man if it applies cause he's a menace to soft girls. the one who squeals when gets pick up and the mean one-liners he says to you to get you giggling and who knows at the end of the night, you'll be screaming his name while you ride his cock. a smug grin on his face.

MIYA ATSUMU

— a big sucker for big girls. didn't know it until he meets you and it fills his life like a missing puzzle. realizing that all he needs is a big girl in his life. we don't want to continue this conversation. he's going to yap all day and all night and will fight anyone who disagrees with him. beware you're going to lose. this one won't stop until proven right.

NISHINOYA YU

— worships the ground you walk on. see how he is with kiyoko? wait until he's with a big girl. smitten. s-m-i-t-t-e-n. our boy here is awestruck after realizing how good big girls are even you're thrice bigger than him. what's the matter with it. man isn't afraid to show you off. a short king to his big queen.

KUROO TETSUROU

— a loser. man will write a thesis to give the result's how you will change after being with a fat girl. gives you the key points on what to expect and what will you receive from them. have a dopey grin on his face while he talks about you and isn't afraid to flaunt you.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

— not so secret. it doesn't like he's hiding it. casually brings you up to one of his interviews that he gets talkative from it that he doesn't realize it. man is so whipped and wakatoshi isn't the one to hide his appreciation bit isn't blatant with it. will tell you how he likes you and tells how gorgeous you are when he sees someone that is a big girl.

special mentions: DAICHI, SUGAWARA, TANAKA, MAKKI, OIKAWA, HOSHIUMI, LEV, HINATA.

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

— don't tell anyone. he will die. he just can't take it how infatuated he is with big girls. everything about them is soft, soft, soft. it's too much that he can't breath when someone's close and it's so obvious that it isn't a secret anymore.

KEI TSUKISHIMA

— why would he tell everyone about it. he likes the peaceful and quiet. behind closed doors is where he'll show his true colors. a nasty fucker who loves and gets off to see you cumming with his fingers. thick thighs jiggling and your round stomach bouncing from how good he's fucking you.

TENDOU SATORI

— prefers to admire girls with soft curves. there's no harm in it and watching them in their own safe space and be themselves is what he likes. there's nothing wrong admiring them.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

— is casually cool with it that you didn't notice it that you wouldn't know he have a preference for big girls cause he go the extra mile for them. casually flaunts how he can lift weights that's heavier than you and you will be light as a feather and can fold you in different ways that you will end up giving your number to him.

AKAASHI KEIJI

— he just keeps to himself while coughing it up to cover-up. the new hire is really cute. be cool about it and ask her about coffee sometimes. she's just so cute with her chubby cheeks when smiling or pouting. anything's good with her. doesn't realizing that he draws you in a new manga that he was supposedly to be editing.

special mentions: KENMA, AONE, SUNA, SHIRABU, SAKUSA, HYAKUZAWA, KYOUTANI, KITA, ARAN, HIRUGAMI, DAISHOU.

# 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 (most to least)

BACHIRA MEGURU

— baby loves them soft and big. plush with the right curves that would make him swoon and he chases them. something different you know, how to put it — exciting. it's literally chasing the joy what big girls bring him. everything about them is what him happy.

BAROU SHOUEI

— man provides and is on the provider mindset. what's the shame to like big girls who eats a lot and it's not like he swerves on what society ideal girls is but he just drifts on them. don't be surprised if he's asking for your hand one day.

MIKAGE REO

— once this boy decides on a preference he's not stopping or let alone find another thing that will interest him and since he discovered the existence of ✨fat girls✨ it hasn't been the same for him. he charms and woos them and of course spoils them. no one will dare to ask reo about why cause there's nothing to wonder about.

OLIVER AIKU

— this man is a womanizer. whoever have the pussy he's going and what's better with a pussy that is plump and soft belonging to a fat girl. he's converted. is similar to a dog who salivates after seeing a bone and oliver's shooting his shot at you the moment he laid eyes on you.

RYUSEI SHIDOU

— freak. can someone match this man's freak? turns out there is someone and how satiated he is to find someone. a fat girl to calm this man's need or worsens it. a big menace to bigger girls. wanting to get crushed by their weight and just feel them all over.

special mentions: KARASU, GAGAMARU, KIRA, OTOYA, SNUFFY, JULIEN

NAGI SEISHIRO

— he don't like it but trust me he like big girls. whose homely and bodies warms him and it was straight up heaven for this lazy boy. cuddles and cuddles and cuddles. this boy wants all the comfort and having a soft girlfriend, he's complete.

ITOSHI SAE

— man is built like he'd gone from war. he needs someone to remind him of home and that comes in the form of a soft fat girl that offers him all goodness what life has to offer. he sees them as someone who isn't too the usual girl who comes to flirt and get what they want from him. you're just you and it's enough for a man to rest easy for the rest of his days.

ITOSHI RIN

— he don't need to tell it. always been attracted to girls who are plush. nice and round. an extra on them. gets all starry-eyed when he sees one and his mind drifts into somewhere faraway where he and you only exists.

IKKO NIKKI

— mysterious as he can go. see that closet of his? don't open it. opening it is like pandora's box but it's the good one. filled with goodness of fuller figures in different magazines and manga. sweet girls with fat bodies being folded in any ways. you might also want to stay from his history. it's full of hentai with fat girls as protagonists.

ALEXIS NESS

— he got shamed for a lot of things. in turn baby boy learned to keep things secret and that includes his types on girls. big girls who carries themselves with such confidence that his heart is bursting from love he felt for them. to his eyes they are such beautiful creatures similar to his magic and it's enough for him to stare and maybe get lucky.

special mentions: ISAGI, HIORI, KAISER, JINPACHI, NOEL, SNUFFY

[ktsumu]

FIFTH TIME’S A CHARM

cw: suggestive content, nudity happy valentine's day ᡣ𐭩

This year, for the first time ever, Tooru doesn’t buy flowers for his valentine. You are the only witness to the crime.

His first girlfriend, back in junior high, got roses. She got him roses, too, with a chocolate bar he ended up giving to his sweet tooth sister. They were real, shockingly, smelt good too.

They were discounted, and it’s a basic gift, but he was twelve and had only been seeing her for three weeks.

(And they broke up two weeks later, so he has no regrets about the roses that cost his mom less than fifteen bucks.)

The second girlfriend was a little more serious.

Tooru thinks he might’ve been fourteen for that one. He liked her—she was kind, pretty, had a nice laugh. He remembers holding hands in the hallway at school and their first kiss (well, peck) was surrounded by a bunch of classmates, screaming like it mattered more to them than it did to him.

He forgets how long they lasted, but he’s sure they started dating in November and made it to Valentine’s Day. He bought her tulips, her favourite, and a stuffed bear, because it was right beside it in the store. With his own money, too. 

His second girlfriend—he really, really feels bad about not knowing her name anymore—got him chocolate. He gave it to his sister again, but he kept the card she wrote him, saying she loved him three months in like either of them knew what that meant.

And to be fair, he said he loved her, too. Just not to her face. Many, many times to Hajime, though.

Tooru and Girlfriend #2 broke up in May. He wasn’t even planning on it, either. She just moved to a different country and he wasn’t looking for a penpal, and she said she didn’t wanna cheat on him.

The third girlfriend is where his small list gets serious.

He gave romance a break after the one that got away. He just flirted with people up until his first year of high school, the big leagues, which is when he actually got too much attention.

It’s a huge deal when you’re sixteen and your girlfriend is seventeen. He was crowned royalty of his class, the chosen one. The only one that could possibly score an older girl and act like it’s no big deal, and then proceed to blow her off to watch a game taping or something. On top of the world, and yet so below the standard.

She was pretty good to him. Makki always said he was a moron and she was gonna dump his ass, and Tooru probably knew that, too. Hajime said he was wasting his time, and every time he’d deny it, he’d think about how right he was.

He and the third girlfriend—Hana, he remembers—had one Valentine’s Day together, but it was so close to two that he almost wants to count it as such for the hell of it.

He got her wildflowers because she always said she hated roses and tulips. Basic flowers mean they don’t care, or something like that. He didn’t understand it fully, but he was happy when she leapt into his arms, that was for sure. It felt pretty good when she kissed him stupid and said he was the best, but that high didn’t survive the Spring Tournament the next year. 

That’s how close he was to two Valentine’s Days—January. Fucking brutal.

She dumped him and he swore off girlfriends in senior year; probably even blamed it on something stupid like ‘bad omens.’ He graduated with D1 offers, though, so he counts it as a win.

That tallies up to three successful Valentine’s Days, so far right? Yeah, right—all with flowers. 

The fourth bouquet wasn’t a bouquet at all, it was actually orchids in a pot, left on the kitchen table of the apartment he lived in when he moved. He was twenty, her name was Riko, his first almost everything. First I love you, first time—name it, basically.

He did make it to two Valentine’s Days with Riko, which is something so impressive for him that confetti emojis were everywhere in the groupchat he kept with his friends from high school. Hearts, confetti, eggplants, whatever else.

The first one was admittedly better than the second, though. The second one, he got a really serious offer overseas, and he didn’t even ask about it. He just told her that he loved her, and that he’d be in Argentina by August.

(Safe to say that he was the only one packing for that.)

That was the last time he bought flowers on Valentine’s Day, because it was the last time he consciously celebrated with someone. He sent his friends funny clips or pictures just to tease, taunted them whenever they could keep a girlfriend to celebrate with, but he gave up himself.

(It’s just so much easier to relax—he’d have no problem getting a girlfriend if he wanted one. His issue is keeping them.)

He’s twenty-seven and solo.

Mostly solo, he should say. You come around a lot, stay the nights with him. You typically collect your clothes and leave the next morning with a wave and maybe a ‘text me if you wanna do this again Friday,’ but he hates how he’s lying when he grins and says he just might.

Tooru is so used to being the one to leave, or to sabotage himself until someone else does, that he’s forgotten that it actually sucks when you don’t wanna be left alone.

The whole point of you and him is to keep it casual, but Tooru can barely keep it cool.

He likes to consider himself experienced. It’s why he gets so fucked up when he kisses you for longer than he realizes, or how he finds himself holding back words he thinks might be too much for casual sex. 

You two are functional together, at least. He just puts the system at risk a lot.

When he wakes up today, February fourteenth, he doesn’t even know what day it is. He’s naked, in his own bed at the very least, and he can see his jeans on the floor through the light of the bathroom dripping through the door left open. Dawn peeks through the curtains.

The room is quiet, the window’s open so the birds can talk to him, and to his left, you’re still here. 

“Hey,” he says, yawning.

“Good morning,” you say back, a small smile on your face as you stretch. He can’t help but smile back, with his grin and smile lines, eyes drifting to the hem of the sheets that try and cover you up. Okay, naked too. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Woah.

“It’s Valentine’s Day?” he replies in a hurry, leaning up on his elbow as he grabs his phone. Yes, very much so.

You raise your brows. “What? Got a wife you forgot about?”

“Very funny.”

“I know, I’ve been waiting,” you say. It’s your turn to yawn now, moving to lay your head on his chest, hand pushing him back down into the bed. “What’s the panic, then?”

He shrugs. “Nothing. Just … forgot. It's weird.”

“Hm. So where are my roses, huh?”

Tooru scoffs, glancing down at you as he rests a hand on your waist. “They’re being delivered, obviously.”

“I figured.” You cock your head. “What’s up with Valentine’s Day, huh?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never not gotten flowers for someone when I’ve had them.”

“Are you talking about me?”

“What, I can’t get friendly flowers?” he asks, raised brows and attitude waking up with him. “You’re naked in my bed, that must constitute something.”

The way you pout your lip in thought makes him wanna reach out for your hand. Is it weird to do that? Can I do that? 

(You do it first, but he holds you tighter.)

“No, this is fine.”

“Fine?”

“Better,” you quickly correct. “I’d rather just stay in bed and say it once. I prefer acts of service, anyway.”

Looking at you, laying on his bare chest, the sun creeping in over yours, he doesn’t care all that much about how he’s breaking tradition anymore. Maybe it’s not even tradition, maybe it’s just a cycle he’s breaking; a vicious one, at that.

You’re an unconventional valentine in the sense that you’re not even his, but maybe when the day’s passed and he doesn’t feel it looming over him, he might bring it up again.

“Acts of service, you say?”

You snicker, being pushed onto your back as he looms over you. He’s looking at you like Cupid hit him; bullseye.

“You wouldn’t happen to know of those, would you?”

“Just tell me what you want, already. Let me make up for the flowers.”

You take him by the back of the neck, pulling him down to kiss you like he means it. Tooru speaks in tongues the two of you best understand.

For the first time in four official Valentine’s Days, Tooru doesn’t buy his valentine flowers. But, for the first time in four official Valentine’s Days, it feels so right that it doesn’t even matter he’s doing it ‘wrong.’

(Next time, when you’re hopefully here again, he doesn’t think he’ll get flowers, either. This'll do.)

[hqbaby]

three — boring’s the killer

tag, ur it! — sakusa ? iwaizumi ? osamu ? 

*ੈ✩‧ love is a losing game your roommate, your ex, or the guy you totally haven’t been seeing—the choice should be simple, right? right?

previous — masterlist — next

word count. 1k content. profanity

Iwaizumi wakes up in a pile of bodies on the living room floor. He moves his hand around to try and figure out what’s going on. He finds Hanamaki’s hair, Matsukawa’s leg, Oikawa’s dick. His hand jumps away.

“Too early for that man,” his best friend says, unmoving. “Not in the mood.”

Iwaizumi scowls. “The fuck are you doing in my house?”

“You invited us.” Hanamaki tries to move and accidentally kicks Matsukawa’s shoulder.

“Watch it!”

“Morning, assholes,” you say in a chipper voice, dragging the curtains open, much to everyone’s dismay. You look over at the tangle of limbs on the floor and sigh. “Food’s in the kitchen.”

At that, all four boys scamper to get up, dragging each other down as they try to get to the kitchen first.

“You’re gonna eat it all, pig!” Iwaizumi says as he pushes Oikawa onto the couch, running out of the room.

Oikawa screeches. “You’re so mean!”

In the end, they all manage to make their way to the kitchen table, slumped over their breakfast as they stuff their faces in a desperate attempt to combat the pounding in their heads.

You sit on the kitchen counter nursing a cup of coffee and smiling fondly at the four fools at your table.

“I want juice,” Oikawa demands.

You glare at him. “Then get some, bitch.”

He looks at you with puppy-dog eyes and pouts. “But my head hurts,” he says. “Please?”

Begrudgingly, you get up and walk over to the fridge. You grab the orange juice and place it on the table, but not without thunking it against Oikawa’s head first.

“Ouch!”

“I told you not to drink so much,” you scold him, hopping back onto the counter. “But you wouldn’t listen.”

“I was happy drunk,” he tells you. “I could see the stars!”

Hanamaki places his hand on Oikawa’s mouth and shushes him. “You’re so fucking loud.”

“Why aren’t you hungover?” Matsukawa asks you, narrowing his eyes. “You had just as much as us.”

You go to the sink to rinse your mug out. “Guess I’m not a lightweight like you guys.”

Oikawa rips Hanamaki’s hand from his face. “You’re such a liar,” he says. “You probably drugged us.”

“Why would I share my drugs with you?” you say, walking over pat him on the head. “Just eat. You’ll feel better.”

Iwaizumi looks up at you. “Did we do anything stupid last night?”

You hold your chin as if in deep thought. “Aside from Makki convincing you all to play strip poker, not really.”

“Ew,” he says, frowning at his food. “Nothing else though?”

“You’re so pretty.”

You shake your head quickly, turning to walk away. “Nope!” you call back as you go to your room. “Just the regular stupid!”

You slam your bedroom door—you can hear them all wince outside—and try to steady your heartbeat. It’s not that big of a deal, your roommate calling you pretty in a drunken haze. It really shouldn’t bother you this much. So why does it?

You check your phone to find two missed calls from Tsukishima.

Shit.

You dial his number and pray that he picks up.

“What?”

“I’m so fucking sorry,” you tell him. “Please don’t make me take the bus.”

You hear him groan. “I’m already on my way.”

“I’ll buy you cake! Please, Tsukki, please.”

The other line is silent. You can already imagine the dreadful bus to work. It’s not that bad, but you honestly don’t think you can deal with some random perv ogling you today.

“Fine,” he eventually says. “I’ll be there in five minutes. You better be ready.”

“I will!” you tell him. “Thank you!”

He hangs up and you scramble to get ready. You sift through your pile of unfolded laundry on the floor and find a clean shirt and a pair of jeans, and you put them in at record speed. You manage to splash some water on your face and pop an aspirin.

Contrary to your friends’ belief, you are incredibly hungover right now. You’re just really good at hiding it.

You stumble out of your room and quickly bid your friends goodbye before rushing through your apartment door and out the building.

“I’m here!” you say as you jump into Tsukishima’s car just in time. “You’re a lifesaver, Tsukishima, I’m telling you.”

He rolls his eyes, unaffected by your flattery. “Whatever. I just didn’t want Mimi to dump all her grunt work on me.”

“You’re an angel,” you insist. “A wonderful fucking angel.”

He starts driving off and you lean back in your seat, still panting a little from your conflated efforts to get ready for work. You pull your phone out and find a series of texts waiting for you.

iwa: we need bread

iwa: have fun at work

mom: grandpa’s asking when your exhibit is :)

DO NOT REPLY!!!!! : can i see you?

You practically through your phone into the backseat.

“What the fuck was that?” Tsukishima exclaims. “Don’t start throwing things around in my car!”

“Fuck, sorry,” you say, reaching over to get your phone. “Shaky hands.”

He glances over at you and frowns. “What is it?”

You turn your screen on again to make sure you aren’t just imagining things.

DO NOT REPLY!!!!! : can i see you?

Nope, totally not imagining things.

“Just family shit,” you tell Tsukishima. “My—My, uh, mom is asking when my exhibit is.”

He nods. “Right, that’s coming up soon, isn’t it?”

“About a month, yeah.”

“You know I’m gonna shit on everything, right?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” you say. “‘The artist is too self-interested,’ something like that right?”

He smirks. “I was thinking more along the lines of, ‘It’s too tired. Really a boring collection, if you ask me.’”

You stare at him in horror. “You wouldn’t actually say that, would you?”

He laughs. “Nah, I’ll probably just say you’re trying too hard to be experimental or whatever.”

“Good.” You nod vigorously. “Because ‘boring’ is the real killer. My whole career would be ruined.”

Tsukishima hums. “Yeah, nothing quite like a boring collection to turn the whole world on you.”

You turn the speakers up. “Seriously? You’re still into this shit?”

“Stop judging my music taste.”

Your phone buzzes in your hands.

omi <3 : hope you got home safe

A smile makes its way onto your face.

Then, your eyes drop to the message below it. Still there.

DO NOT REPLY!!!!! : can i see you?

notes. i wonder who mystery guy might be (it's obvious but let's pretend we don't know)

[honeekyuu]

in twenties. [matsuhana].

>> issei always donates in twenties <<

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tags: minors dni !!, matsuhana camboy au, camboy!makki x hotel employee!mattsun, spit kink, matsuhana don't know each other, masturbation, dom/sub undertones, makki's a tease and mattsun is a down bad simp

wc: 2.9k

a/n: prompt request for @haikyuuaction !! a little different than my usual content, but this was so much fun to write and now im in serious matsuhana brainrot. enjoy!!

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“Sorry, sweetheart – No matter how much you beg, it won’t sway my decision.”

“Room 303,” Issei says politely, passing the room key to the pair of women with both hands. He uses one to gesture behind him, script memorized down to the intonation when he points. “Elevators are on my right-” Gestures to his left, to the open dining room. “-and complimentary breakfast is available every morning from 8am to 10am.” Gestures behind the guests, to the row of refrigerators against the wall. “Refreshments are available for purchase 24/7.” Gestures to himself. “I’ll be here until morning if you need anything else.”

“-raffle’s left up to the highest bidder. I know you know that, baby.”

Both women smile gratefully – one eyes him up and down, but Issei’s gotten good at pretending he doesn’t see it – and they pull their luggages to the elevator bay down the hall. He waits two more minutes. The elevators always come in two minutes.

For two minutes, he scrolls aimlessly on the computer’s logbook, typing in nonsense and then deleting it. Mussing up his hair so it covers his ears better. Covers the one headphone he has in – on his right side, because he most often shows guests his left.

“Maybe, sure. If you think you have what it takes to handle me.” 

Issei glances over his shoulder, into the storage room. He’s the only one on shift, but his manager’s been known to make a late-night appearance. To hover a little too close, to smile a little too sweetly down at him. She’s nice, really, and he likes his job. And it would work on anyone else. He thinks she knows that. He thinks maybe she’s frustrated that it hasn’t worked on him.

“And don’t forget the rules. Either pique my interest or pay your way to a night with me. Your gamble.”

The elevator dings. Two sets of suitcase wheels bump over the threshold. One woman whispers something, and the other woman giggles. Issei’s not humble enough to think it’s not about him.

The doors shut.

Issei flies to the other end of the registration bay, ass planted on the stool in the corner and back pressed tight against the wall. Phone in his hand, volume turned up. 

God, Makki’s pretty.

His cock is long, not too girthy and not too veiny. And his hand – fuck, Issei could stare at Makki’s hands all day – wraps tight around the base, easy and comfortable. The tip of him is shiny with spit, worked down by the man’s twisting palm. A lazy flick of his wrist, a careless brush of his thumb over the slit. His mouth moves – back and forth, collecting saliva – and then his head dips down, pink head of hair on display and the rest of his face cleverly hidden from view. A glob of spit drops sweetly on the head of his cock, slipping down the shaft just as he’s collecting it with his palm.

Issei swallows hard and shifts in his seat. Crosses his legs, just in case his manager comes in. Glances at the automatic double doors and then at the clock on the computer. 1:27AM, it blinks at him.

He raises the volume one more notch.

He lifts his thumb to the section of buttons at the bottom of his screen, each one a different amount to quick-donate. He presses on the highest option, for ten dollars. And then again. He always donates in twenties.

Makki’s mouth twists into a smirk that makes Issei’s stomach curl with desire. 

“Always good to see you, Mattsun95. Shouldn’t you be sleeping, baby?”

Issei thinks he might have just moaned a little bit. 

He types with shaky fingers. ‘i always make time for you, makki. even at work.’

“At work?” Makki’s laugh is deep, sultry. It takes a very special amount of effort for Issei not to shiver visibly. “You’re gonna get caught, sweet boy. I can’t have you getting fired.”

Issei doesn’t know where he gets the confidence from. He’s not a particularly nervous man, no – but when it involves the camboy he’s been following for close to two years now, every interaction leaves him breathless and shaky. Still, he sends a response.

‘why? worried i won’t be able to afford you anymore, princess?’ 

The streamer’s mouth drops open, shocked at Issei’s cheeky response, and he gives a laugh of disbelief. “And if I say yes?” He shifts his weight, his torso moving to show just a little bit of the room behind him. Issei doesn’t pay it an ounce of attention, but he recognizes in the back of his mind that the room’s not unfamiliar. Maybe Makki’s filmed there before.

The man responds to a few more comments, working himself up to a quiet pant on camera. He leans forward briefly and lets more spit fall down to the head of his cock.

Issei donates twenty more dollars.

Makki snickers as soon as the chime goes through. “Knew it’d be you, Mattsun. You like when I spit on it, huh?” 

‘looks pretty when you do,’ Issei comments. ‘bet i could do it better though.’

“Oh,” Makki laughs. Issei’s cock is long past hard, but that laugh makes it twitch every time without fail. “Is that right?” Issei glances at the clock again. 1:35AM. “I wouldn’t be mad if you won that raffle, sweetheart.” 

Issei presses a palm to his mouth, breathing hard. A night alone with Makki, all to himself. He could only hope to be so lucky.

‘bid’s already up to 800,’ he sends. ‘baiting me won’t work, pretty’

Makki groans in disappointment, shifting again. Issei’s eyes glance over the wallpaper, just past the man’s shoulder. He freezes, staring. 

No. 

No. 

Black and white geometric patterning with gold edges, right there in the video for him to see. Issei’s eyes fly to the stack of pamphlets sitting at the front desk, his blood running cold. Pamphlets that show examples of the rooms offered at this very hotel. 

Black and white geometric patterning.

Gold edges. 

“Shit,” he breathes, eyes defocusing as he realizes. As he processes.

His gaze shoots to the computer, to the logbook visible even from where he sits. His heart lurches into his throat, and his breathing picks up.

Makki must have checked in before his shift started. It couldn’t have been after he’d gotten here. He would have recognized the man’s voice. He’s dreamt about it — fantasized about it and come to the sound of it — enough times. He would have known the moment he’d heard it. 

Issei has Makki’s personal information available to him, right here. His first and last name. His room number. 

No. 

Issei swallows, shaking his head. No, he can’t — he won’t. He wouldn’t be able to live with that breach of privacy. He already feels guilty for even considering it. 

But that means he’s here. In this hotel. He’s filming a live show right here, and Issei is watching it in the same building. 

His cock twitches in his slacks, straining hard against the material as he stares down at nothing. A deep groan sounds in his right ear, and his eyes drop down to his phone screen. 

Makki’s head is thrown back, Adam’s apple bobbing. His thighs are pressed open, the shot of the edge of the bed filled with his rocking hips and rhythmic flick of his wrist, fingers smeared with pre-cum and fresh saliva.

Issei taps down on the quick-donate button twice mechanically. A habit, a muscle reaction — trained to always donate twenty when Makki spits on his cock. 

He knows Makki knows this by now. He’d all but said it out loud not five minutes ago. 

The strawberry blond’s head flies up at the sound of money dropping in his account, and his hand stops moving as he searches the notifications. He grins.

“There you are. I was wondering where you’d gone.” 

Issei’s breath is ripped out of his lungs. He’s not sure it’s okay to want someone – someone he doesn’t even know – this badly.

“Again?” Makki asks, and something burns in Issei’s veins when he hears how earnest he sounds. Like he’s not asking for the money anymore.

‘i see what ur doing,’ he comments, glancing quickly at the clock. 1:42AM. And then at the security camera on the wall. He definitely can’t touch himself here. ‘ur not gonna get me to highest bid like this’

“I can try, can’t I?” Makki jokes. He’s started ignoring other comments, ignoring other people’s requests for attention. Issei doesn’t have the heart to tell him the highest bid’s almost at $950 now. Nine hundred and fifty dollars for a night with the man of his dreams. Issei could never afford that, ever. He can barely pay rent as it is, given his rather expensive weekly hobby. 

Makki spits on the tip of his cock again. 

Issei always donates in twenties. 

“God, you’re easy,” Makki says when the donation chimes in his stream. He sounds breathless, giddy. “You want me that bad?” 

‘yes.’ 

Makki’s breath catches when Issei responds bluntly — his hand freezes, and his chest rises and fall unevenly while he stares at the screen. And then he swears, quiet and to himself, but Issei hears it anyway. 

“Shit.”

Fuck this.

Issei stands up from the stool quickly. He reaches under the counter and grabs the ‘Be Back Soon!’ placard. Slams it down on the desk and all but runs to the employee bathroom in the back. Locks himself inside and presses his back to the door, breathing hard. 

His cock is in his hand in seconds, belt flying open and hitting the wall as his slacks fall to his knees. 

“Fuck,” he breathes, stroking hard and fast to catch up to Makki. He never manages to come at the same time as the man on the screen, but fuck if he hasn’t tried. His head drops back against the door, and his hips cant forward to meet his fist. All he has to do is imagine that beautiful head of pink hair before him, those beautiful hands on his thighs as that beautiful mouth sinks down around him—

“Where’d you go, Mattsun?” 

Issei hadn’t counted on Makki still talking to him.

“You disappeared, baby. Can’t have been to do your job,” he mocks, and Issei knows he can’t look down at his phone or he’s done for. “You too busy to type one-handed, is that it?”

Makki knows. He knows, he knows, and if Issei thinks too hard, he’ll think about the fact that there’s only a few floors between him and the Makki who knows that Issei’s jerking off to his voice at this very moment. 

“You’re really gonna leave me like this?” Makki’s voice is more needy now, needy in the way Issei’s come to recognize as him being close to his orgasm. “You’re gonna let someone else make me come? You don’t wanna be here when it happens?” 

Issei squeezes his eyes shut, quiet groans falling past his lips as he brings himself painfully close to the edge. 

He hears it — the sound of Makki spitting. He knows it all too well. 

Issei makes sure Makki hears it, too — the sound of his response, two cash jingles hitting the account.

Makki groans his name, low and deep and loud enough to make Issei gasp, goosebumps starting in the crown of his head and cascading down over his body in a violent, ruthless wave. He comes, hips stuttering and twitching as he spills out onto the linoleum tile with a choked moan and the whisper of ‘fuck, fuck, Makki—’. 

He’s not sure how much time passes, but he’s slumped against the door, dragging down gulps of air and trying to remember his own name. He hears Makki’s voice on the other end, quieter and softer now that he’s finishing up. 

“-anks for watching, everyone. Uhm… yeah — I guess I’ll decide on the raffle soon, or something.” He laughs, like he’s just said something stupid, and Issei’s not in his right mind enough to piece together what that’s about. “Okay. Goodnight.”

He’s gone, the screen black, before Issei can even get his pants back on. It’s 1:47. It had taken him less than five minutes to come.

He stands there, weak-kneed and shaking, for a few more minutes before cleaning up. He returns to his post, putting the placard away with a little shame in his post-orgasm embarrassment, and sits at the counter. Finds mundane things to occupy his time while he waits for the sun to come up. 

Wonders when Makki’s next stream will be — if maybe he could ever be bold enough to DM the man after what had happened between them tonight. If he would get blocked or teased for thinking he had a shot. 

Sometime around 7AM — when Issei’s reaching the stage of his shift where he hides his face behind one hand so he can close his eyes — the little bell at the desk rings. 

He blinks, sitting up straight. “Good morning. How can I—”

It’s Makki. 

Issei stares, his script forgotten, intonation and all. 

Pink hair, pretty lips, and hands that could put Issei in the ground.  

It’s Makki.

The man stares back, hair falling in his eyes. He’s only got a backpack with him. 

“Uh-” He starts, smiling slightly when he realizes this hotel employee has literally just gotten lost in his eyes. “Good morning?” 

Issei flies out of his seat, all six feet, three inches of him wobbling as he stands. He stares at the man with wide eyes, overcome with about eight different feelings at the sound of his voice (six of them directly related to desire). 

“Good morning,” he says again, and then he watches Makki’s eyebrows lift in amusement. His lips twist into a smirk, and he flits his eyes quickly over Issei’s form.

Gives Issei a once-over at seven in the morning. Flicks his eyebrows when he likes what he sees.

He likes what he sees. 

“Good morning,” he repeats back for the second time. “Is it okay if I check out, or do you wanna keep playing this?” 

Issei thinks he might pass out. 

“S-Sorry, Sir,” he stutters, both hands reaching out in the polite way he was trained. “I need your room key.” Makki’s head tilts with bemusement, and Issei clears his throat. “Er-Please.” 

His fingers brush over Issei’s palm when he lays the thick plastic card in his hand. 

“‘s a cute touch,” he says, nodding at Issei in his stupid hotel uniform with his stupid little hotel hat that his stupid hotel boss makes him wear. “Calling me ‘Sir’. ‘s cute.” 

Issei moves to the computer quickly, trying not to think about the feeling of his skin or the meaning in his words. 

Room 219. 

He’d been one floor above Issei’s head the whole time. 

“Shit,” he breathes to himself without meaning to.

“Sorry?” Makki says, brows furrowing but a smile ticking at the side of his mouth. 

Issei flushes. “Sorry. Nothing-Sorry.” 

Makki’s grin widens. Issei feels a pair of eyes trailing over his body while he stumbles through the check-out process he usually knows so well.

Hanamaki Takahiro. 

Oh.

He probably shouldn’t have that information. He definitely shouldn’t have that information. 

He thinks fast, trying to figure out how to fix this. He’d only been doing his job, but now he knows too much. 

“Did you enjoy your stay with us?” he asks distractedly, reaching for a pen and clicking it twice while he looks for a pad of paper. 

“Sure did,” Makki says. Issei hopes he can’t see the goosebumps rising on his arms. “Still am.” 

The snort that bubbles out of him is unintentional, nervous. He glances at Makki, seeing the man watching him with thinly veiled interest. He writes quickly on the notepad, and then he clicks the pen and tosses it on the desk, reaching for the receipt that’s printing behind him.

“Well, Sir,” he says, sliding the receipt across the counter and pursing his lips when Makki smiles at the name again. “Here’s your receipt. And-uhm-” 

He slides the slip of paper over, too. Makki takes it with lifted eyebrows. 

Matsukawa Issei; 26

xxx-xxx-xxxx

“-I don’t have any twenties on me at the moment,” he mumbles. Makki’s eyebrows furrow as he stares at the paper, confused for a moment.

And then he understands. 

His eyes fly up to Issei’s, shock and alarm flashing through his gaze as he realizes. His lips part, frown digging deep, but he stops. Stares.

His consternation fades into simple surprise, and then interest again. 

“But hopefully this will work just as well,” Issei finishes, his face burning. 

Makki stares, for a long, long moment, eyes flicking between Issei’s while he thinks. And then he blinks. He folds the paper and slips it into the front pocket of his jeans. Swallows and nods. Meets Issei’s eyes and then looks away. His cheeks are tinged with pink. 

He walks away without another word, disappearing through the automatic double doors and into the sunlight. 

Issei sinks into his chair with a rattled sigh, all his energy drained. 

“Holy shit.” 

He sits, dumbfounded, for what feels like an hour, staring at nothing. A quiet ping from the computer shakes him from his state of shock. It’s only been ten minutes, apparently. 

There’s a brand new review for the hotel, the comment left on their page. 

[7:24AM] 

Anonymous: stay was fantastic. staff was friendly, even in the middle of the night — mattsun was particularly helpful. 10/10.

[youmarin]

Stormy Weather | Iwaizumi Hajime x Fem! Reader

Part 1/1                  Word Count:  5,380                      hq!! ML 

Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader. Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader, Matsukawa Issei x Reader, Oikawa Tooru x Reader (all platonic), Seijoh Boys's Volleyball Club

angst, fluff, comedy (me trying to write funny stuff for funsies)

tw: swearing (not as much. I think.), brief suicide mention (just one time like in passing). 

Iwaizumi Hajime is on his way to school. He’s way more than early and has plenty of time to get to morning practice but he takes quick strides under the morning twilight, slightly chilly breeze brushing upon his cheeks making them rosy, and he buries his face in the collar of his jacket. 

 It’s honestly way too early for some. Exclusively for you, since you aren't a morning person at all. When he makes it to Aoba Johsai grounds and the gymnasium comes into view he thinks you might’ve slept over the early morning and are finally coming to school later like you actually should do. He sighs in relief. His fellow third year and team captain, Oikawa, notices him and greets him animatedly. A couple of the others are already inside too. Some of his teammates remind him of you. They are still sleepy, Makki yawning while he starts stretching and he swears Kunimi still has the outline of his bedsheets stamped on his face. Kyōtani is grumpy - well, he mostly looks like that so it is hard to tell the cause sometimes. -  and his friend Mattsun also looks like he would appreciate a couple more hours of slumber.

“Ah, there she is.” He hears the dreaded words and tenses. Oikawa near him tries to hide his amusement and he hears a few snickers around. 

“HAJIMEEE!” he turns slightly and spots you sprinting towards him (you threw your bookbag somewhere along the run and it lands with a loud thump! near a wall of the gym and a few cracks are heard from the contents inside.That bookbag has had a rough life.) Iwaizumi braces himself as you jump on his back happily and he’s quick to hold you, carrying you piggyback style, arms under your thighs as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him. “Good morning!” You kiss his red dusted cheeks due to all the attention you’re getting on the both of you and your actions. “Morning, guys!” 

There’s a chorus of the guys replying to you. They’re always entertained with the situation. The volleyball club doesn't have a manager (officially, at least) but you basically occupy the position dropping by every morning and sometimes in the afternoon too when you were free. Some fans of the team would drop by too but mostly just in the afternoons. So in that way, they’ve grown used to these interactions. They’ve warmed up to you as a person too and are grateful for your help and support. Even if it might be all because of your love for the ace.

“You’ve got to stop coming here this early.” Iwaizumi entertains himself by looking up at the ceiling, hoisting you up a little as you begin to slip down, not a bit uncomfortable by your weight. Then he catches on to what he’s doing and helps you get off him. You’re standing in front of him in a second. 

“But it makes me happy to come see you.” You pout. You’re oblivious of how some of the other boys whine wishing they had a girl be as happy as you to see them. “Aren’t you happy to see me too?” 

“It’s- It’s alright.” Iwaizumi is still flustered, then continues to reprimand you. “And you shouldn’t be calling me Hajime, or kissing me.” Even if it doesn’t feel wrong. 

“Right. I’m sorry.” you look down, biting your lip, fidgeting with your hands behind your back. “Sorry, Iwaizumi.” He nods, but he’s already frustrated knowing you’ll most likely forget about it by later. 

Still, you don’t let his rejection keep your mood down for long, “I’ll get my things and get started around here.”  You say with another bright smile, and return your steps to retrieve your forsaken, beaten up bag. 

“You’re so mean, Iwa-chan”, Oikawa told him later on during practice. “Honestly, you should be grateful a girl is interested in you. I know I tend to steal the spotlight.” That earns the captain a smack to the back of his head and glares from a couple of the others near him.

“I appreciate it, but I don’t like her that way.” Iwaizumi answers uncomfortably, stealing a glance at you as you watch his fellow teammates do their drills. 

“Have you tried telling her that?” Mattsun joins the conversation.

“Yes. But I feel bad and end up giving in to whatever she’s on about at the moment.” He scratches the back of his neck and grimaces. “Also, isn’t it obvious?” 

“Maybe not to her. Love is blind and all that shit.” Makki adds. 

“You should tell her upfront and stop leading her on. It’s going to be worse for her.” The captain finishes and leaves Iwaizumi reflecting on his words. Maybe his friends were right. Your intentions might be so pure and honest you hadn’t caught on that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings.

And now he’ll have to break your heart. 

After practice was over, he had showered and changed into his school uniform, he made haste to find you and get over with it even though he wasn’t sure yet what to say and how to word it best to soften the blow and let you down slowly. 

Entering the classroom, he saw your bag on your seat but you were nowhere to be seen. There was a note on your desk. He flipped it over. 

“Y/L/N: Please meet me in the garden by the tree with the white flowers.” 

He put the note back where it was and rushed out towards where the note said. And there you were, coming to stand in front of a boy. A second year maybe? He clearly was about to confess to you, shifting his weight from one foot to the other all fidgety and flustered. 

Hajime stood hidden at a safe distance but close enough to listen. What was he doing? He was eavesdropping on you. This wasn’t what he was supposed to be doing but his feet had guided him there. He stopped berating himself when he heard your voices. 

“IwantedtotellyouthatIthinkyou'resoprettyandifyou’renotinterestedinanyoneelsewouldyouconsiderme?” He blurted out in one breath, seemingly having rehearsed that one sentence in advance until it was ingrained into his mind. “Dating… Me?” 

Somehow, in a way Iwaizumi couldn’t comprehend, you understood what the boy had said. “You think I’m pretty. Me.” You sounded dumbfounded by that for some reason. He hoped it wasn’t because you really hadn’t noticed how pretty you really were. 

“I mean,sure, you could put a little more effort on your looks at school and you always have dark circles under your eyes. Are you sleeping well?” He was straying off topic very badly. “But! We’ve run into each other outside school and you look clean up nicely.”  Now, Hajime would’ve found that funny if something about that information and truly about the whole ordeal didn’t sit right with him. 

He heard your laugh. “Well, thank you for your honesty.” You hesitated a little afterwards, “I’m flattered, really, but I’m sorry I… I got someone else I like.” 

“That Iwaizumi guy from the volleyball club, right?” So, he had shot his shot knowing that the odds weren’t in his favor anyway. 

No response but he knew the answer. He figured you nodded by how the boy continued. “I should work out more. A lot of the girls are always fawning over his arms. The boys are all jealous.”  You laughed again and the boy did too. 

“It’s not just about his strong arms. I just think he’s beautiful. And,” You went on for a bit but then looked up to the boy, who seemed rather amused instead of upset by being turned down, and caught onto what you were saying. “I’m sorry!” You apologized with a deep vow, embarrassed of your slip up in front of a boy who had just confessed to you. Only you could stand there rambling about the guy you actually liked right on his face. You were down bad.

Iwaizumi felt his face grow hotter. This was wrong. He’d heard too much, so he stalked away, not listening to the rest of the conversation. 

Come third period and you doze off, head resting on your desk and part of your hair covering your face. A line of drool was dripping out of your mouth. Very pretty, indeed. Iwaizumi laughed to himself as he stared at you and stopped himself before reaching over and brushing your hair away. The teacher let you napping during lectures slide just because you always made up for it by getting excellent grades. He seemed more affected by it than you as he caught himself staring at you from time to time. 

Then at lunch, your energy was fully charged again. “Haji-! Iwaizumi.” You cleared your throat, catching yourself. He noticed your efforts. “Want me to buy you something at the cafeteria?” 

“No thanks.” He rejected. He didn’t like you spending your money on him. 

But lunch was a funny topic between the four third years. Was it during their first year? You had taken the initiative to bring lunch to Iwaizumi. It was so obvious you meant it especially for him even though you brought an extra one and offered it to the others to share. You were so shy and nervous, Iwaizumi thought you were really cute and couldn’t say no. Who knows how much effort it took you to make it, and much more to give it to him. 

Later when lunch hour arrived and they went to eat, Makki called for bids first but was shot down by Oikawa. “Y/n-chan meant it for Iwa-chan.” 

“It looks good.” He brought the food to his mouth and the others witnessed as their friend turned a little pale, then a little green but still gulped the mouthful down. He scrunched his nose. “Don’t-” he coughed, and reached for his drink. “Don’t eat that.” 

“Damn. It can’t be that bad.” Makki ignored his friend’s advice. No better way to learn than going through it yourself. Makki’s face grew pink as he started to laugh in the middle of a coughing fit. “It’s terrible.” 

“Why are you still eating it?!” Mattsun, eyes so big it looked comical as he stared scandalized at his friend, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes while finishing the food.  

Before practice that day, you arrived at the gym. The first thing Iwaizumi noticed was your red rimmed eyes. 

“Hey,” he started carefully, “You okay?” Then, he fucked up. “Ah, thanks for lunch. It was very good.” 

Your lower lip wobbled and the dam broke. You started bawling your eyes out in front of everyone. Pathetic, right? You’ll think about it later and it will haunt you for the rest of your days. 

Everyone’s expression ranged from concern, surprise and well, hilarity (Makki was crying too, laughing uncontrollably at you while Mattsun smacked him trying to hold his own laughter and Oikawa rushed towards a frantic Iwaizumi trying to figure out how to calm you down.) 

Iwaizumi’s stomach was not harmed, though it is not so certain about his taste buds. Makki got food poisoning and had to skip school the next day. 

To this day, you are still trying to learn how to cook.  

“Cool. Does the offer apply only to him or…?”  Hanamaki, having come in from his own classroom, asked shamelessly. 

“Yes.” 

“Ouch.” 

“I’m kidding. What do you want?” 

“Yes! Free food. Oh, I’ll go with you.” He ignored the glare Iwaizumi sent him.

“Bring me something too!” Mattsun yelled after the two, receiving an On it! from you as a response, seeing you walk away with his best friend. “What?” he asked, the ace’s unhappy stare now on him.

The sky was dark with swelling clouds in the evening as practice came to an end and everyone gathered up, hurrying to head home before they decided to burst. 

“Let’s walk home together.” You offered to Iwaizumi, “I know you always forget your umbrella. Plus I got a new one.” By new one, you meant one of his from another day you had walked home together. You didn’t forget yours. They just tended to break. But that one you had managed to keep safe. 

He thought about it. He’d been meaning to talk to you all day but the chance never presented itself. “Okay.” He saw your smile grow as you counted your victory and his resolve almost dropped.

As you began your walk, it started to rain down. You raised your arm carrying the umbrella high above your heads to keep you and Iwaizumi covered. He had given up on trying to hold it himself. You seemed pretty happy doing it.

The rain shower was okay until the wind picked up too, sending a chill up your arms and you shuddered. 

“Y/L/N…” he started as you got closer to his house, before your paths diverted. 

“I keep telling you, you can call me by my first name.” a small smile shone through. “The others don’t mind. Oikawa started to do so before I had to tell him anything.” 

“Y/L/N,” he repeated, sounding more serious and you stopped walking. He had done so too. You turned to face him, “This has to stop.”

“What do you mean?” It was harder to look into your eyes, seeing you were genuinely confused, but he forced himself sternly. Why did it have to be him? 

“Everything! I don’t like it. I don’t like you.” Seeing the sudden pang of hurt in them sent an uncomfortable, almost painful jab to his chest. “All the time.You’re too much.”

Your eyes get shinier, heavier with tears, like the droplets of rain gathered in the clouds above. But you put in all your efforts in trying not to spill them. Not in front of him. You choked in a painful, almost pitiful sound that tried to escape your throat. “Okay.” Was your meek response. 

He didn’t think he’d ever hear your voice sound like that. It sounded foreign to his ears, yet he swallowed back the disagreeable feeling it brought him, “Okay.” 

“I should probably give this back then.” You grabbed his hand and returned the umbrella to its owner before you plunged yourself under the rain, your tears starting to blend with it. He suddenly wishes he hadn’t spoken watching you blur away while he stays back, powerlessness fixing him in place. 

The storm lasted all through the night and next morning early again, light rain was still falling. He enters the gym after changing into his shorts and t-shirt for practice and before he knows it, it is about to start.

“It’s weird that senpai hasn’t shown up.” he hears Kunimi say to Kindaichi, referring to you. The third years silently agree and throw not so subtle glances at Iwaizumi. 

“She got tired of waiting for Iwaizumi and abandoned the rest of us.” Yahaba says.

Kindaichi shuts him up fearing the third years are listening, then adds quietly. “She wouldn’t do that.” 

“Oi, didn’t you two walk home together yesterday?” Mattsun asks Hajime. “Did she get home okay?” 

“Yeah…” He debated for a while if he should text you last night after your conversation but when he finally did, you hadn’t answered. Didn’t even read it. “She’s not answering my texts.” 

“Did you talk to her?” Oikawa guessed. By Iwaizumi’s expression he could tell he had done it. 

“No way.” Makki chuckled dryly, clearly lacking humor. It sounded like a sad movie scene. “Out of all the times you chose to turn her down while it was pouring rain. That’s so messed up.”

“Even I feel like shit.” Mattsun agreed with a grave nod.

“You guys said I should do it!” Why were they all ganging up on him now? 

“It wouldn’t have cost you to read the room a bit and wait a little longer.” 

“I didn’t want to in the first place! I panicked!” 

“You panicked.” Mattsun more like stated, slowly, “You. You did.” While they figured out what to do with their usually collected friend, that gave him time to go back and repeat the words he had said to you in his head. He slid a hand down his face and up again through his hair, messing it up a bit.

“And what exactly did you tell her?” There it was. 

“You fucked up so bad didn’t you?” 

Makki almost groans after he repeats the exact words he had thrown at you last evening. 

To their surprise, you showed up for class later. There’s still some time before the bell rings so they’re hanging in the hall when they see you. Iwaizumi falters and stops abruptly on his tracks. You send a weak smile at the three other boys and try your best to act like Iwaizumi is not right there beside them, walking past them on your way to the classroom. Something feels so off. He’s usually greeted with your smile (and a little bit of brute force). And to no one’s surprise you had definitely been crying.

For now they think it’s better to give you some space.

At lunch break, Makki and Mattsun’s figures appear under the door frame. The former seemed to look for someone and then he remembers. “Where is she?” 

“Cafeteria.” Oikawa answers while Iwaizumi keeps eating his lunch silently. 

“You wanna come?” He hears Makki ask Mattsun and then both disappear after you. Makki’s clearly a bit irritated with the ace. 

Both boys find you eating lunch at a table at the cafeteria, alone. 

“Hey,” the strawberry blond smiles at you, taking a seat in front of you while Mattsun takes one by your side. “You brought your own lunch?” Matsukawa tries to hide his concern after he also notices it. You nod. 

“Did your mom make it?” The raven color haired boy hopes. 

“I made it. Though she guided me through it.” Your mom gets closer to a mental breakdown every time you get near the kitchen. It should be considered a skill your immense lack of skill. 

“Are you trying to kill yourself?” Makki reaches for your lunchbox. 

“It’s actually good this time.” You say throwing them an offended look and they're glad to see that dead aura leave you for a few seconds, yet still a bit unsure about your statement. “I’m not going to kill myself because of a boy."

Makki snatches some of your food and tries it. Just to be sure. He already knows what’s the worst that can happen. His eyes go wide, pleasantly surprised. “You can cook!” At that you actually chuckled, making him do so too. Then Mattsun also steals some of your food. 

“At least something good came out of me making a fool of myself for years.” And just like that the happy spark dies. You push your food aside and look down, trying to hide your tears as your vision gets blurry.

“Hey, no,no,no.” Makki is tilting your head up while Mattsun awkwardly brushes a hand through your hair trying to comfort you. “You know you can ugly cry in front of us.” 

A hiccup keeps you from answering, then, “Don’t I look pretty when I cry?” 

“Nope.” He says just to bother you. You laugh again but then you actually start crying and Mattsun hugs you. “There it is.” 

Next day, the bell rings and as he walks inside, Iwaizumi’s eyes are looking for you, then asking out loud, “Hasn’t Y/L/N arrived yet?” 

“She’s not here?” That boy who’s always fighting with you over perfect attendance turns around and it’s just as surprised when he sees your empty seat. “Huh. I wonder why she’s not here.” he mumbles. 

As class is about to start, Mattsun comes by.

“Matsukawa, why aren’t you in your homeroom?” The teacher sighs.

“Our teacher didn’t come today.”

“By the way, can we split our group and take your class now?” Makki said, popping behind the middle blocker. Now that would sound strange coming from him but he was just looking for a way to get over with classes sooner. 

“Hold on. That’s not why we’re here, stupid.” Mattsun scolded and headed over to their teacher to tell them the reason for your absence. You had catched a bad cold. The image of you under the rain taunted him and the guilt didn’t take long to eat away at him.

The days kept moving all the same. There was afternoon practice, some supporters (mostly from Oikawa’s considerable fan club) showed up for a while, but no you. Walking back home, there was no you with your exciting chatter about whatever thing had your interest now, whether it was about that book you were reading, or that tv show you’d told him about or a new song from your favorite artist. No texts asking if he got home safe. And the same thing the next morning, the next afternoon, the day next. From what he’d heard from your mutual friends, it might take you a few more days to get back.  He’d found himself missing all of it more than he ever thought he would. Which in turn made him the more confused. 

“Iwa-chan. That crease between your brows will become permanent. I don’t think it will suit you.”

“Shut up.” He turned his face away from the brunette and faced the window, scowling even deeper if possible. His head was resting over his folded arms on his desk.  

“Did you eat something bad?” Even that stupid question made him think of you. He groaned. 

Then enter the tall, dark haired boy and the strawberry blond, the latter laughing at something in his phone and showing it to Mattsun. 

“Are you still pestering y/n?” That was Mattsun. As if he hadn’t joined earlier. Iwaizumi perked up at the mention of your name.

“Let that poor girl rest.” 

“She’s fine, see?” He turned his screen to show Oikawa a picture of you, still smiling softly at the camera, the tip of your nose pink, same as your cheeks. You look a little sleepy too. 

“We have a groupchat. Why is she always sending stuff to you?” 

“Jealous much?” 

“What is up with him?” Mattsun noticed Iwaizumi, trying but failing to subtly steal a glance at Makki’s phone. 

“He’s brooding.” 

“I’m not brooding.” 

Oikawa ignored him. “Thinking too hard for his own capacity.” 

“Are you looking for a fight?” 

“That’s what you might be good at. But why don’t you tell us what are you so upset about?”

“I told you I’m not upset. I’m just…” he brushed a hand through his hair, exasperated. “I just don’t get it. I said what I said to her because I was sure that was how I felt,” 

But why do I miss it all so much? He wanted to add. 

“How do I fix this?”  He asked, looking so helpless and lost as they had ever seen him. 

Makki sighed, “If I was her, I wouldn’t want to deal with anything about you anymore,” Very supportive of him, “But unfortunately she likes you a lot.”

“Do you really like her or you just miss the attention?” It was low blow after low blow. He kinda deserved it. Very much. 

“I think what they’re trying to say is that you really need to be sure about what you feel if you don’t want to fuck up even worse.” 

But when you got back you avoided him like the plague. The contrast was impressive; how you were able to shower someone with affection but when it wasn’t desired you'd sneak around and away with such an ability. He still didn’t know how to approach the topic best, considering how bad that had ended before. 

Then you started going back to help during practice, even during the mornings.

“Told you.” Kindaichi elbowed Yahaba, regarding with full admiration at his senpai. 

Makki hummed contentedly,  “Long time no see you around these premises.”

“Sorry I bailed on you, guys.” You apologized to the rest of the team but they told you you had nothing to worry about. Meanwhile you felt Iwaizumi’s stare burning into you. Was he uncomfortable with you being back? Panic started to bubble up inside you. You weren’t obliged to be there anyway. “Captain. A word?” You squeaked out and before Oikawa could question this new odd behavior of yours you were pulling him away from the group.

Iwaizumi tilted his head observing the interaction. Oikawa threw him a quick glance before he directed a smile at you and you were nodding, looking unsure. 

“Okay, everyone, let’s start!” The setter walked over to him and patted his back, then whispered, “Talk to her.” 

Light started to fade away as signs of a storm rolled in. It was time to finish for the day.

“Where is she?” 

“What? Ah, she just left- Wait- Wait until I tell you where she is! Jeez. She said she left something behind in homeroom.” 

Iwaizumi made a run for the classroom and slid open the door. Empty. All these days he didn’t know why he had bothered to fix his hair for the countless times he’d ended brushing his hands through it out of frustration and messing it up. He was messing up a lot lately.

He sprinted his way towards the school entrance just in time to see you stop in your tracks as it started to rain outside. Of course, he had your new umbrella. And he never brought one. 

You turned around hearing the flurry of steps headed towards you and there he was, arms dropping at his sides as he gasped, his lungs desperately trying to recover some air. Iwaizumi saw your eyes go wide and for a moment it was like he was able to see every single one of your movements before they reached completion. 

“Wai-” You dashed outside and away. Damn. Were you scared of him now?

He groaned in protest before he started to run after you, “YOU’RE GOING TO GET SICK AGAIN!” He managed to say. You kept running like your life depended on it, as if you didn’t hear him. Maybe you didn’t because of the downpour that suddenly surrounded you. “OR BREAK SOMETHING,” he tried speaking between hurried breaths, “IF YOU FALL!” 

He grabs hold of one of your upper arms, making you stop and turn around. “You’re pretty damn fast for someone who hates to exercise.” a deep breath, “But I’m faster.” 

You wanted him to let go and keep running, but his grip was firm and even if he did let go, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to look away from his eyes. Iwaizumi was staring at you with a new intensity that had your feet rooted to the ground. 

“Why are you doing this?” After he tells you to stay away, he chases after you. And now he’s looking stupidly handsome even though he’s soaked from head to toe, his spiky hair pushed down by the heavy droplets that keep falling on you. And his plain t-shirt from practice is sticking to his body - you’re thankful he’s casted a spell on you and can’t break eye contact, you think, in fear of staring-. Somewhere else in the back of your mind, an annoying voice tells you you probably look as if a stray cat had taken a bath. 

“I can’t take back what I said.” He starts, “I wish I could because I didn’t mean them that way. And then I realized I didn’t mean them at all.” 

That doesn’t enlighten you at all. “What do you mean? You…You mean you still want to be friends?” 

“We can’t be friends.” 

“Okay, you’re being really confusing right now-”

He closed his eyes and shook his head, “Please,” He knew, but he was trying, “Let me talk before I go crazy.” 

You shut up, and listened as he started talking,“I like when you smile at me in the mornings even though you hate to be up early. I like how cute you look while you nap during class and I hope that doesn’t sound creepy at all. And when you tried to make lunch for me and it was so, so bad, but I still ate it because you made it. I like walking home with you and learning about the things you like. I liked all of it and I regret so much saying it was too much because I know it hurt you when it wasn’t even true. I didn’t know how I felt about you because I thought your feelings for me were stronger than mine for you. Because you’re so open about them compared to me. But I like you just the same way, and I’ve missed you these past couple of weeks so much.” He took in a deep breath, then let it out, shuddering, partly because of the cold rain shower, partly for what he was about to say next. “I totally get it if I ruined my chances. I did it to myself. Even though it’s going to hurt like hell knowing I could’ve had you.” 

The boy of your dreams was right in front of you, baring his heart and pouring all his feelings out. You should feel ecstatic, overflowed with joy. And you are, warmth seeping in and settling on your chest all while goosebumps crawl on your skin from the chilly weather. And though it is obvious you are, there is some uncertainty in how you look at him and Iwaizumi sees it. He feels something close to desperation even though he knew mending the damage he’d inflicted couldn’t be so easy. 

“Is that how you really feel?” 

“I wouldn’t joke about something like this.”  And you know he wouldn’t. 

You lift a hesitant hand to his face and cup his cheek, brushing your thumb gently over it. It feels just as cold as your fingertips. For a moment you’re worried he’ll fade away. Your other hand closes around the front of his shirt and pulls him down into a kiss. He lets out a whimper, surprised by your actions, but he returns the kiss right away. He wonders how he could have been so long without this. Then it is over. So, so, soon. You break away for air but he wants more and this time he kisses you. 

When you pull away for the second time, your eyes meet his, “I had to do that.” And he totally understands. 

“Would you give me a little more time?” 

Though you’re not totally rejecting him, it still stings. But he can do that. He nods fervently, “Yes.” 

You’re holding one of his hands and give it a light squeeze, then continue your way home walking this time. 

He’s sure this in no way resembles the way you were heartbroken that day, he remembers Makki’s words. It was really messed up.

It was Iwaizumi’s turn to be sick. But unlike you, he recovers faster, back in shape after some bed rest and 3 days out. Oikawa nags at him for being so careless as to run in the rain. He has his suspicions about what happened but doesn’t push him for details. You’re doing better. And though the spiky haired boy looks to be awaiting for something eagerly and seems to stop breathing every time you look at him, he’s doing alright too. 

Then it came a sunny morning against a bright blue sky. Iwaizumi was chatting with the captain about an upcoming match when he heard someone arriving into the gym. He turned around and sure enough there you were with Makki, whom you’d ran into on your way there. You stood there staring at each other as if in a frozen picture frame. Only melting when you smiled at him just like only you could do. He blushed but opened his arms wide as you shrugged your bag off - Makki letting out a puff of air after catching the heavy thing out of reflex, saving it from another disgrace- and made a run for it and jumped, legs wrapping around his waist as you hugged him while he kept a strong, safe grip on you. 

Fin.

A/N: Hello! I share with you dear reader my first Iwaizumi fic! I had the idea not too long ago and finally started shaping it into words on Wednesday evening, then continued Thursday afternoon/evening, Friday and editing/proofreading today (probably did a poor job at proofreading cuz my brother came home to visit and he distracts me all the time. And that’s why it took me longer to post it). This was a bit complicated to write because I didn’t want the fluff ending to feel baseless, as if Iwaizumi’s feelings bloomed out of nowhere just because reader wasn’t giving her undivided to him, yk? I hoped I achieved that. And that the ending transitioned smoothly? And wasn’t abrupt. Honestly I was just about to finish it after Iwa confessed and they kissed but I wanted him to suffer a bit lol. Oh and Makki being besties with reader . I just loved it. Reader is like sister #3 (like his # too <3). Also it’s been raining for the past two weeks so maybe that’s why it rained so much in this story lol. Let me know what you think, what aspects you liked, if any. Likes, rbs and comments are always appreciated. Enjoy your reading and check out my hq!! ml for more! - Youmarin

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༉‧₊˚. flufftober 2023!!

WEEK 1: Troublemaker!Matsukawa x Goody-two-shoes!Reader

CONTENT: fem!reader, partying, underage drinking, drunk!reader, Mattsun calls reader “princess”, “doll”, “doll face”, etc.

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

CHARACTERS: Mattsun x fem!reader

NOTES: FLUFFTOBERRRRR YAYYYY!! I’m definitely not going to be posting at consistent times each week but i’m hoping to do each saturday. idk tho maybe i’ll post late probably

Matsukawa was crazy in love with you. The class president, the volleyball team manager, you were constantly consumed in extracurriculars; it seemed as if you were focused on everything except for him. Every other girl in school wanted him -- except you. 

“Matsukawa-san! I got you chocolates!” Another one of his crazy fangirls squealed before scurrying away.

“Thanks,” he replied dryly, before tossing it into the pile of chocolates he had received for Valentine’s Day. 

“Wow, Mattsun, that’s more than usual,” Hanamaki mused, chewing lazily on some of the sweets from the pile.

But instead of swatting his friend’s hand away, Matsukawa stayed silent - much to the former’s confusion.

“...Mattsun?” Hanamaki waved his hand in front of his friend’s face. “Earth to Matsukawa~”

“What’s this idiot up to?” Iwaizumi asked, entering the gym alongside Oikawa. 

“Looks like he’s staring at president-chan~” Oikawa hummed.

“What? No I’m not,” Matsukawa grumbled, snapping out of his trance. 

“Sure,” Makki teased, slapping a hand on his friend’s back.

“I’m nOT sTArinG..?” Iwaizumi mocked, rolling his eyes. “Fucking dumbass.”

“Mattsun likes Y/N-chan~!” Oikawa sang repeatedly as the four boys started stretching for practice. “Aw, look! His cheeks are turning red!” 

Matsukawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was never going to hear the end of it.

You hated Matsukawa Issei.

He was disruptive, annoying, and very good-looking.

“‘Sup, coach?” Matsukawa draped his arm over your shoulder, using the nickname he had given you ever since you became the volleyball team’s manager. You could smell his cologne despite him being all sweaty from practice. “No chocolates for your favorite volleyball player?”

You shrank under his weight, face heating up at the touch. “It seems like you have plenty already, Matsukawa-san.”

The boy didn’t seem to like your answer, because, in an instant, he had your back against the wall outside the gym, one hand planted beside your head.

“Come on, darlin’,” he breathed into your ear. “Nothin’? Really..?”

You could feel heat shoot up into your cheeks, his bold actions yet again flustering you.

“Look at you, cheeks all red f’me,” Matsukawa rasped. “So cute.”

With a satisfied look on his face, he pulled away, casually turning around to catch up with his friends. “Later, princess,” he called at you, wearing a shit-eating grin.

You covered your crimson-red face, trying to process what had just happened. “I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!” You muttered to yourself, grabbing your backpack to walk home. 

“I hate him,” was all you could mumble as you headed towards the train station, furrowing your eyebrows and balling your fists. He made you feel so…uncomfortable. Whenever you were around him your heart would pound, and your stomach would do flips, you’d get all sweaty -- the list goes on. 

But the more you thought about how you hated him, the more you thought about him. His dark, curly hair; his lazy eyes; his crooked grin. Just thinking about him made your heart flutter. 

You groaned in frustration, finally realizing your feelings: you had fallen in love with one of the dumbest, most annoying -- but somehow most highly sought after -- boys at your school.

You knew that he didn’t like you and he was just teasing, you knew he was going to break your heart if you confessed, you knew all of his fangirls would hate you for the rest of eternity, but you just had to go and fall in love with him. He just had to make you fall in love with him. 

As your week went on, you had hoped that your little “crush” would subside, but it didn’t. In fact, it only grew stronger the more he pinned you against walls or called you flirty nicknames.

He came up to you more frequently now, draping his arms over your shoulders from behind just to see you jump at the sudden touch. Whenever a guy would approach you he’d become even more relentless, calling you more nicknames, finding more excuses to pull you close.

He was driving you insane and he knew it. Now whenever you were around him your face would turn so red it looked as if you were ready to explode. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he flustered you so easily and didn’t share the same feelings.

“Yahoo~! Manager-chaaan~!” A high-pitched voice caught your attention as you finished up some classwork at lunch.

You raised your head, looking around for the voice. To your left, you saw Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking up to you.

“Over here! Hi! Can we sit?” Oikawa asked you, sitting down before waiting for an answer. Iwaizumi stayed standing, waiting for your response.

“Yeah, sure,” you told him, turning back to your homework. “Do you need something?” you asked the boys with a sigh.

“Manager-chan~ no need to be so cold!” Oikawa whined as he snatched your homework away from you. 

You looked at him, a small pout on your face. “Yes?”

“Great!” Oikawa chirped. “Do you want to come to the bonfire by the river tonight?”

“What? No,” you answered immediately. “I hate parties -- bonfires, whatever. Plus, I have work to do for the student council.”

“C’monnn Y/N-chan~! Loosen up a bit, you’re always working. You need to relax a bit, have some fun, y’know?” Oikawa whined, filing his nails. 

“I just can’t Oikawa-san. You know I love hanging out with you guys but I’m not that much of a ‘party animal’ like you two,” you said, drawing air quotes with your fingers.

“President-chan! Don’t be such a party pooper,” Oikawa complained. He leaned in close, cupping his hand around his mouth. “Mattsun’ll be there~”

Your eyes widened, hoping the two boys wouldn’t notice the heat rising to your face. “W-what makes you think that’ll convince me?”

Iwaizumi chuckled, lowering his voice. “It’s pretty obvious, y’know?”

“What’s obvious?” You sat up straight, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Oh our sweet, sweet manager…” Oikawa cooed. “Her face is so red thinking about Mattsun~!”

Your hid your face with your hands. 

“Come on Y/N,” Iwaizumi sighed. “You don’t have to drink or anything, just have some fun.”

The ace raised his eyebrows expectantly at you; he almost reminded you of your mother. You were a third year and had never been to a single house party, why not have some fun? You groaned, knowing you’d regret your decision later. “Okokokok, fine!”

“Yay!!” Oikawa clapped his hands together. “We’ll pick you up tonight!” 

As you got ready, you couldn’t help but notice a nervous feeling rising in your stomach. It would be the first real social event you had gone to, after all. Not some student leadership meeting or team bonding experience. You had no clue what to expect; the only vague images of parties or bonfires you had were scenes of huge house parties in movies that you watched with your friends a long time ago.

Just as you were grabbing your purse, your phone buzzed, indicating that your friends were here. You checked that you had everything that you needed -- or thought you would need -- and headed out the door.

“You really got her to come,” Makki remarked, grinning at you as you climbed in the back seat next to Mattsun. Iwaizumi was driving, Oikawa in the passenger seat, and Mattsun and Makki sat in the back seat with you.

“That’s right! I told you she would~” Oikawa responded, snatching five dollars from his friend’s hand. Makki rolled his eyes, looking out the window.

The car was fairly small, causing you, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki to be squished together, shoulder-to-shoulder, in the back.

Looking out the window you caught Oikawa wiggling his eyebrows at you through the sideview mirror, to which you gave him a confused look, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“So, Coach.” Matsukawa leaned impossibly closer to you, causing warmth to rush into your face. “How did this shithead convice you to come?”

“Not nice, Mattsun!” 

“I-I dunno, we’re all third-years now and I’ve never been to anything like a party before. I just wanted to experience it, I guess,” you pondered.

“That doesn’t sound like you at all Y/N-san,” Makki said with a snicker.

“Yeah, I guess I just wanted to relax for once.”

“Makes sense, you’re constantly working -- I don’t even know how you have time to manage the volleyball team,” Makki thought aloud. “Have you ever had alcohol before, Y/N?”

“Uh, no? I wasn’t planning on having any tonight either,” you answered.

“To be expected of Mrs. President-chan!” Oikawa commented. “You know, you really should try some at least!” 

“Eh, maybe,” you responded sheepishly. To be quite honest, you weren’t even thinking about alcohol until Hanamaki brought it up.

As the five of you arrived, you started to feel even more nervous. Despite being outdoors, the strong smell of alcohol and smoke overtook your senses, nearly knocking you over. 

“Feelin’ woozy, princess?” Matsukawa asked under his breath, bringing his hand up to your back to help balance you.

“Just don’t like the smell of alcohol is all,” you responded, grateful for his hand. You watched Iwaizumi, Oikawa, and Hanamaki walking up to some other friends, saying hi. 

You saw many other teenagers, just like yourself, walking and sitting around, holding cans and bottles and cups of alcohol. You couldn’t help but feel like an outlier as you followed your four friends around, staying behind them and looking at the ground nervously.

You soon found a spot to sit down, leaving your friends to go enjoy themselves. You watched them mill around, having fun and laughing with other friends. 

“Hey, what’s your name?” 

Turning your head, you found a girl that looked your age. She had dark hair and a big smile across her face. Judging by the way she acted, she had clearly had a couple of drinks already. She held in her hands two cans of beer as well as her phone.

“I’m L/N Y/N, and you?” you asked politely.

“I’m Nakamura Megumi! You want one?” she asked, holding out one of the cans to you as she sat down beside you.

“Uh, sure,” you responded, taking the can. You took a small sip, almost making a face at how foul it tasted. “I go to Aoba Josai, how about you?”

“I go to Johzenji!” she said, taking a sip of her beer. “Ohmygod, do you know Oikawa Toru?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m the manager of the volleyball team actually.”

“Oh my god! He’s so hot! Is he here?” she asked you giddily.

“Yeah, he’s right over there.” You pointed to him.

“Oh my gosh, isn’t he so hot?!” she fawned, noticibly slurring her words. “I’m going to go talk to him!”

You let out a sheepish exhale, watching her run stumble towards your friend. You took another sip of the awful liquid in your hands, deciding that you would finish it, not wanting to waste anything -- even if it was so horrible.

As the evening went on, you finally finished the contents of the can, throwing it to the side as you tried to focus your vision. Your head was spinning and your face felt horribly warm. You stood up, almost losing balance as you tried to spot your friends.

“Y/N?” Matsukawa said as the four of them walked up to you, grabbing your shoulders to keep you standing. “What’s goin’ on princess?” 

“‘Wanna go home…” you whined. “‘M tired.”

“Okay, let’s get you home,” Matsukawa muttered, steering you towards the direction of the car. 

“How much did you have to drink?” Oikawa asked you.

“Mmmm, like…one can?” you drawled, leaning into Matsukawa. 

Your friends chuckled as you all got into the car. “Of beer? Damn, Y/N I didn’t know you were such a lightweight,” Hanamaki commented.

“Hey..! Not nicee!” You grumbled in Matsukawa’s shoulder. 

The rest of the carride was silent, the thrumming of the car’s engine slowly lulling you to sleep. 

As Iwaizumi finally pulled into your parents’ driveway, your eyes fluttered open. “Are we home?”

“Yeah, are your parents home?” Matsukawa asked, reaching across your body to open the door.

“M-m.” You shook your head. “Business trips…”

Matsukawa sighed in relief as he awkwardly climbed over you to get out of the car. He bent down, back facing you, sticking his arms out behind him. “Get on my back princess, I’ll carry you inside.”

You slowly draped your limbs over him, resting your head on his shoulder. “You guys can go, I think I’m just going to stay with her to make sure she’s okay.” 

Iwaizumi nodded as Oikawa winked at his friend through the open window. “Use protection!” Makki called out teasingly as the car backed out of the driveway.

Matsukawa used the spare key under your doormat to enter you house. “How did you know ‘bout that..?”

“You told me about it awhile ago,” he said as he carried you upstairs to your bedroom. “Take a shower, I’ll get you something to eat, yeah?”

You nodded, getting off his back. You stumbled into the bathroom with your pajamas under your arm and turned on the water. 

Matsukawa walked back downstairs, grabbing two packs of instant ramen for the both of you. As he waited for the water to boil, he left a glass of water as well as an Advil on your nightstand. 

The smell of ramen convinced you to take a quick shower, feeling your empty stomach grumble. Opening the door to the bathroom, you found Matsukawa sitting on your bed, watching a show on your laptop and slurping up a bowl of ramen. He nodded towards your bedside table on top of which was a glass of water, an Advil, and a steaming bowl of ramen with some chopsticks. You almost drooled looking at the ramen.

“Have some water and ramen, then you should take the Advil,” Matsukawa instructed as you climbed under the covers next to him, grabbing the bowl of ramen and chopsticks. 

“Watcha watching?” you asked him, looking at the screen.

“Spirited Away,” Matsukawa chuckled.

You gasped. “I love that movie!” 

“I know, princess. Eat up.”

Once you finished your bowl and took the Advil, you snuggled up into Matsukawa trying to focus on the movie. 

“Tired…” you told him, rubbing your eyes.

“Alright, doll,” he said, shutting the laptop and putting it to the side. 

You wrapped you arms around his neck, hiding your face in it.

“I like you,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. “But don’t tell anyone though, ‘t’s a secret…”

“I like you too princess.” Matsukawa wrapped his arms around you, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down your back. “Go to sleep now.”

NOTES: AHFDSLAKJF flufftober is here!! anyways matsukawa is more flirty/bold than a troublemaker BUT THAt’S OK. this is the longest work i have posted here 💀

anyways i’ve been trying to get my 2 REQUESTS done AND IM SO SORRY ITS TAKING SO LONG but i’m having writer’s block rn idk and i know that’s like a really shitty excuse but i just can’t write LFDMSAFD please be patient as i try to write those 👍

have a nice day cutie <33

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* — contains smut

[everything below takes place after the timeskip]

— tetsurou kuroo

say it* - If you don’t call him Tetsurou while you’re having sex, you can still pretend this thing between you and Kuroo is casual, right? (Wrong.)

night swim* - A late night swim in the local pool with your roommate is far less platonic than you've been trying to convince yourself.

a little help* - Your vibrator dies. Kuroo and Bokuto lend you a hand like the good friends that they are.

#rambling: t. kuroo

roommate!kuroo (unconnected drabbles and fics)

— osamu miya

crimson inclination* - It’s a ritual—the way Osamu shows you just how much he missed you after away games and training camps, in a tangle of limbs and lips and rumpled sheets. And despite the unfortunate timing of his latest return, to Osamu, it’s just an opportunity to try something new.

impatient* - You wear a new sundress to the twins’ birthday party, and Osamu’s patience treads a woefully thin tightrope.

— atsumu miya

stress relief* - Atsumu may be a legendary setter, but he’s also an incredibly sore loser. And all other forms of post-game slump stress relief pale in comparison to a particular one he shares with you.

till one of us caves* - In which Osamu asks his brother to keep you company while you're closing the shop alone one night. And it wouldn't be an issue...if Atsumu wasn't the bane of your goddamn existence ever since your stupid drunken hookup years ago.

friendly competition*(+ tooru oikawa)* - Both of your ex-boyfriends just so happen to be in town for a volleyball conference, and after an incident at their hotel, they need a place to stay.

— shinsuke kita

steady* - A hot summer morning spent picking strawberries in kita’s garden leaves you at odds with feelings you’ve spent years trying to forget.

— rintarou suna

run the table* - In which a night spent playing pool with Suna at a local dive threatens to broach the flimsy boundaries that exist between your professional morals and the chart-climbing musician’s steady, loaded gaze.

— hajime iwaizumi

familiar* - The timing has never quite been right for you and Iwaizumi—until a run-in with your ex at a wedding changes everything.

#rambling: h. iwaizumi

— issei matsukawa

dizzy* - Your local carnival has a disco pang pang ride. Naturally, you end up in your crush's lap.

messy* (+ takahiro hanamaki) - Mattsun and Makki fuck you in a parking garage.

#seijoh ink

— kenma kozume

collaboration* - Kenma’s nearly content to ignore his accidental discovery of your late night activities…until the sight of you wearing one of his shirts snaps the last remaining fragile threads of his willpower.

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˚ ༘ ♡⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big seijoh four's favourite artists!

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei + hanamaki takahiro

note : sorry ive been inactive as hell w actual hcs or like. real works LMAOO i have been #depressed and #unmotivated LoL! anyways pls tell me u can see suna's influence on iwaizumi i hc that they r friends <33

oikawa tooru :

!!? KALI UCHIS STAN NEVER SPEAK 2 ME AGAIN. he LOVESSS her he is completely convinced isolation was specifically made to cater to him and his exact music taste delusional king fr!! and he gatekeeps her SO HARD like babes as much as i would like to be her top listener too, the 21,158,866 monthly listeners seem like they might be hard to beat 🤔

his favourite songs by kali uchis are :

tyrant - ft. jorgia smith on the isolation album.

i wish you roses (single).

loner on the por vida album.

!!? this artist is not a guilty pleasure no matter how many times he says he's sooo embarrassed he likes carly rae jepson. "omg stop don't tell people i like her that's humiliating omg stop i don't want people to know!!!!!!" he is a LIAR. he will publicly scream every single lyric to every single song she makes, IN FACT he will shamefully make tiktoks on public buses and shit, lip syncing to her songs on full volume (or at least he would if literally all of seijoh didn't tell him to shut the fuck up LMAO)

his favourite songs by carly rae jepson are :

call me maybe on the kiss album.

boy problems on the E•MO•TION album.

felt this way on the dedicated side b album.

!!? —✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : good days by SZA. heart to heart by mac de marco. oh no! by marina and the diamonds. conceited by flo milli.

iwaizumi hajime :

!!? UGH ANOTHER AMAZING PERFECT TYLER THE CREATOR STAN. OOH I WANNA KISS ALL TYLER FANS ON THE HEAD I FREQUENTLY MAKE OUT W EVERY TYLER FAN EVER!! he's a very loyal listener, he knew him on vine bro like i said in pt 1, he introduced him to suna (while suna takes all the credit lol) he might even have a slight... fixation.. one might call it a.... crush.... but he will never admit it his ego is too big!!

his favourite songs by tyler the creator are :

A BOY IS A GUN on the IGOR album.

garden shed - ft. estelle on the flower boy album.

SWEET / I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO DANCE - ft. brent faiyaz and fana hues on the CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST album.

!!? is it controversial to say he fucks w ice spice.. almost a little too much... he knows all the lyrics to munch which is def something he has in common with oikawa's music taste!!! like at this point they're like pavlov's dog, they are absolutely salivating every single time they hear "stop playin with em riot!"

his favourite songs by ice spice are :

bikini bottom (single).

princess diana on the like..? EP.

in ha mood (single).

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : she likes another boy by oscar lang. attention by new jeans. just a stranger by kali uchis and steve lacy. NASA by ariana grande.

matsukawa issei :

!!? unlike iwaizumi, he will admit his huge crush on brent faiyaz with his ENTIRE CHEST. brent faiyaz his love, his one and only (i am projecting!) <3 most of the content he consumes is brent faiyaz related tbh the algorithm knows him too well and before you ask the burning question on your mind, YES he did almost start a stan twitter in year one!!! makki will never let him live it down as if he didn't ACTUALLY start one for bruno mars..

his favourite songs by brent faiyaz are :

ADDICTIONS on the WASTELAND album.

what you heard (single) by sonder - technically still brent faiyaz.

talk 2 u on the sonder son album.

!!? he really should be ashamed he likes drake tbh. he physically could not compell himself to show anybody his spotify wrapped because almost all drake songs were in his top played. please never ever speak to him about the time he genuinely ugly cried to one dance. he will never elaborate and will probably go and sob to god's plan next.

his favourite songs by drake are :

way 2 sexy - ft. future and young thug on the certified lover boy album.

9 on the views album.

circo loco on the her loss album.

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : love is only a feeling by joey bada$$. small worlds by mac miller. awkward by SZA. finesse (remix) by bruno mars and cardi b.

hanamaki takahiro :

!!? ACTIVELY PUSHING THE MAKKI BRUNO MARS AGENDA!! fuck an evening with silk sonic he wants an evening with bruno 😭 all he is doing every day all day is praying bruno gets his heart broken again so he can drop another DELECTIBLE album!!!!! also him and iwa like to say that since makki is puerto rican and iwa is filipino, together they make one bruno mars <333 (this is a hc dont take it too srsly lol)

his favourite songs by bruno mars are :

that's what i like on the 24k magic album.

treasure on the unorthodox jukebox album.

after last night (with thunder cats & bootsy collins) on the an evening with silk sonic album.

!!? he is a dork and i am a dork soooo i'm gonna have to say he is a the living tombstone stan.... oikawa will go on full rants about how cringey 2020 was and how weird that video game animatronic type music is and he'll look over at makki and see the single tear roll down his face as he says he has no idea the music genre he's talking about 😭

his favourite songs by the living tombstone are :

my ordinary life (single).

drunk on the zero_one album.

jump up, super star! (single).

!!?—✩⌗ HONORABLE SONG MENTIONS : new person, same old mistakes by tame impala. your teeth in my neck by kali uchis. join us for a bite by JT music. ORANGE SODA by baby keem.

[taytak3syou]

valentine’s gifts💕

★ Atsumu, Iwazumi, Makki, Noya, Sakusa, Bokuto, Kenma

★ fluff content, lowercase intended, modern au, gn!reader

Really late valentines special😭

﹟ATSUMU

got you a teddy bear bigger than you😭

you were shocked when you saw how it wasn’t reaching the ceiling.

it was big and fluffy and he told you that you could cuddle it when he went away for games

you told him it’s 10x bigger than him and that it wouldn’t feel the same, but you still cuddle with it while he’s gone

“atsu! this thing is bigger than you and me combined” you said as you were holding the bear. it was heavier than you expected so you were trying not to fall over. “but it’s so you can cuddle it while i’m away my love” he said and you couldn’t help but smile.

﹟IWAZUMI

js a chocolate and a card

he was never that big at saying his feelings, but much better at writing them.

therefore, he poured his heart and soul out into the card and hopped you’d love it.

he also got your favorite chocolate

(if you don’t/can’t eat chocolate, js imagine candy and if you can’t/don’t eat that, js imagine ur favorite snack)

he was away at work but he came back on valentine’s day. it was around 8 and even though he said he’d be back by 5 you thought he wouldn’t so u thought you’d js spend it alone this year. around 10 you got into bed and called him only to hear buzzing in the hallway. you walked out and saw a bunch of roses leading down the steps and a smile spread across your face. you ran down and saw him standing with a box of chocolates and a little card. you ran up to him and hugged him and he picked you up and shoved his head into your neck.

﹟MAKKI

lowkey forgot☠️

he only remembered 3 days before valentines because of something mattsun had said

he got you earrings and a shirt you had wanted

turns out you already got the shirt and he was upset that you beat him to it

you told him it was okay and that you love the shirt so much that now you can wear it twice

“makki, baby it’s okay!” you said as you held the bag with the shirt in it. “no it’s not! i fucked it up, if only i got it earlier, ugh” he said and you smiled and kissed his cheek “it’s the thought that counts babe” you explained and he mumbled a ‘yeah whatever’ and started to kissed your neck, making you giggle

﹟NOYA

forgot too😭

since he took you out the country with him, he decided you two could have dinner at some restaurant.

you two did and had a great time

it was all good until you two got back to your hotel room and you couldn’t stop throwing up

you soon found out you got food poisoning from the food at the restaurant

“and then i said that tanaka should do it and ennoshita was like nono don’t do that but tanaka still did- hey you look sick are you okay..?” noya asked and you held your stomach and groaned “no.. i don’t feel good..” you explained and before noya could open the door, your cheeks puffed up as they filled with throw up. you quickly banged on the door and he opened it as fast as he could. you ran to the bathroom and continued throwing up that night. noya only sat next to you, patting/rubbing your back while apologizing.

﹟SAKUSA

took you out to a date at a nice restaurant and proposed

you two were eating dinner and he got on his knee and asked you to marry him

you obviously said yes and you both called it the best valentines ever

“oh my gosh you should’ve seen it! then hinata went- why are you on the ground…?” you asked as sakusa kneeled down on his knee. you assumed he dropped one of his utensils so you looked on the floor and he tiled your head up and he was holding a small box. “y/n, i love you so much, i have since highschool and i don’t ever think i’ll stop loving you. so, i wanted to ask..” he opened the box and your eyes teared up. “will you marry me? to make sure we’re together and in love forever?” your eyes lit up, you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.“yes! yes i love you so much sakusa!” you shouted and he smiled and took out your hand and slid on the ring and kissed the ring and then stood up and kissed you.

﹟BOKUTO

got you a teddy bear and took you on a date

it was pretty simple but bokuto made it cute

he got you your favorite dinner and treated you like an absolute princess

he ran you a bath, got rose petals, made your favorite dinner, everything.

“bokuto, you don’t have to get me a bath! i could’ve done it” you said as the large man carried you to the bathroom. “i know but i need to do this for you” he said and you smiled and kissed his cheek. “you don’t have too. i appreciate it though bokuto” you said with a small smile

﹟KENMA

Got you a bunch of clothes you wanted

he basically got your entire pinterest board of clothes

pants, shorts, jeans, cargo, crops, long sleeve, absolutely everything you had been wanting for the past few months

some of the things you didn’t even talk to him about but he somehow still got them

“kenma! you must’ve spent a fortune! oh my god these pants are like 80 dollars?!” you said as you pulled a pair of pants out a bag. kenma was sitting next to you, a small smile on his face “it wasn’t that much. do you like it?” he asked and you nodded and hugged him tightly, saying thankyou in his ear about a million times.

[mockingbirdshymn]

rating camp camp pairings

because i ran out of ideas for posts and saw someone else do this a few years ago so swoop the idea is mine now

nerriston - 10000000/10

i love them. ok. i really do theyre super cool. it make sense like. they have a perfect dynamic. theyre cute. we have magician who has anxiety, cocky loud theatre kid who does not give a shit, and short dnd nerd who would beat your ass and probably carries in all the groceries at once. LIKE. its perfect. it literally is the best

im equally as loving of presner/harriston/nerrison but nerriston is my main otp

presnurf - fuck you/10

hacks gags dies

presmax - 1/10

personally i dont see this? and its not because they havent interacted, mostly because their personalities don't mesh well imo? not to say that opposites don't attract, thats the building ground for so many good ships, but with them its just. kind of just pure annoyance any time they interact. and unlike nerrison, it's not a continuing thing that makes it a rivalry and has layers to it (ex. background interactions, like at the lake lilac summer social), with max and preston its just general annoyance any time they bump into each other.

plus i hc preston to be 14 and max is canonically 10 and while my headcanons arent canon, that interpretation of mine makes it a very much no go for me

neil x harrison - 3/10

not for me, but i can 100% see it

again though, i hc harrison to be 14 and neil is canonically 11, so,,, another dealbreaker for my bc of this headcanon

nerikki - 3/10

definitely compatible, and if it werent for the fact i have a sturdy hc on cc campers' ages, i feel i could like it?

but 14yo x 10yo is a big nono for me

ered x nikki - 1/10

for me it feels like nikki has a crush on ered in the same way kids tend to have crushes and idolize people older than them. like how someone may like their friend's way older brother, even though hes like 6 years older, but it dies out once they mature and stop idolizing him.

ered is either 15 or 16 in my headcanons, and nikki is canonically 10, so,, nikki can have a crush on ered in the same way kids have crushes on celebrities, but for ered to act on that would be very very bad

ered x nerris - 6/10

can see it, not my favorite, but i can definitely enjoy content from it (like fanart or fics) if its not the main focus.

ered x dolph - 1/10

sir, dolph is like literally the youngest. ered is the oldest pls stop (ik the eggs benefits episode was what started a lot of ships but. but cmon)

honestly though i rlly like the idea of them as older sister younger brother type of dynamic, tho ive not seen many people hc that if any

space kid x dolph - 8/10

i like them as friends more but i can definitely see it and enjoy it!! either romantic or platonic, i really love their (imagined bc they never interact lmfao) dynamic, and theyd mesh together very well personality-wise. both are clueless (dolph because he doesnt pick up on things well/holds a very positive view on everything, and space kid because his brain is like a pinball machine), and both have no friends/are generally excluded from everyone else due to their differences.

makki - 9/10

at first didnt like it at all, i like it now though!! dont have much of a reason for this, just think it's cute. angsty boy and feral girl. max would be moping and nikki would bring him a cool rock and he would not understand why but keep it anyway

maxneil - 10/10

"mandatory gay pairing for every main characters" is what someone from a random youtube video from like 4 years ago would say

though i rlly like it. guy who doesnt care at all and guy who overexplains absolutely everything/cares too much. max would ask a retoric question and neil would go into a ramble. max annoying the absolute shit out of neil and neil just. loudly sighing

neil x nikki - 1/10

i headcanon them as stepsiblings after parents day!! before i used to like it, but the fact their parents boned and nikki discussed being siblings killed that for me

nurf x a cactus - 10/10

he deserves to be prickled

neil x tabii - 1/10

i dont like fics where they're together as adults if im honest. as much as i adore tabii, her borderline obsession with neil makes him uncomfortble and i dont think it'd really be healthy at all. hes made it clear he doesnt like her

max x sasha - 7/10

can def see it! two bitchy assholes, though i dont like the idea all too much. would need someone else in the relationship to balance it out, or else its just kind of two dicks doing back and forth

pikeman x sasha - 8/10

it would not be healthy but by fucking christ it would be hilarious

sasha would be the gold digger and pikeman wouldnt know how to speak to a woman and it would be great

nikki x sasha - 5 to 8/10

nikki was bullied by sasha a lot, also sasha is kind of a dick, but they could be cute if sasha got over herself and started to be actually decent. with care put into it, it would be cute in a storyline of "girl forced to be perfect her entire life and externalizes this onto others, learns to embrace her true self through realizing that girl who is messy and doesnt care about how she looks is happy"

or maybe i just really like mabel x pacifica. its one or the other

tabii x erin - 8/10

very cute!! i liked how they acted at the end of the lake lilac summer social, but they work more as best friends in my opinion? badass besties who would wingman each other and tell each other everything in sleepovers. but at the same time, i do love gay people.

erin x neil - 7/10

SIGH if only erin got more character development. it could have been very cute. mostly because erin deserved someone who liked her for something other than her loks, which shed been pressured to prioritize just all of the time. also neil and erin could bounce ideas off each other?? and once more, pathetic bf x badass gf

erin x snake - 2/10

there wasnt much between them outside of "omg hes cute" without much emotion put into it, yk? which is funny because i like snake x tabii which wasnt too different but whatever

snake x tabii - 8/10

TABII WAS A DICK TO HIM BUT OH MY GOD IT WOULD BE SO CUTE

forever crying about that. they would go so well together????? tabii deserves someone who thinks shes pretty i really like tabii and she and snake would be badasses together and i and i and i

pikeman x snake - 3/10

do not like it personally. mostly because pikeman's an asshole but yk

camper x counselor - wtf/10

daniel x david - 4/10

definitely not for me!! can be cute i guess, especially in aus where daniel isnt a cultist, but i dont think david would ever fall for a child murderer

david x gwen - 20/10

i love them. i love them so much. goes into my favorite trope of badass wife x too scared to ask for katchup at a ristraunt husband

david x jasper - 10/10

pre-jasper death only. post-jasper death and thats creepy because jasper is literally still a child

pre-jasper death and in aus where jasper lives, i will gobble that shit up like a starving turkey. i literally love it so much. like??? i cant explain why. plus ive read so many good fics with it that i am unable to hate it.

gwen x jen - 3/10

jen has appeared a total of one time for exactly 5 seconds. but in aus where shes given a character and isnt a murderer then i think it could work

daniel x jen - 5/10

never interacted (as if im one to talk with my nerriston bullshit) but cultist x cultist can be made interesting

cameron x priss - 9/10

could either be 1 of 2 things

your grandparents that keep fighting all of the time but love each other

two irresponsible grandparents that teach the child how to make an explosive

they seemed to have a sort of romantic connection and it wasnt all sexual attraction, and cameron's fear of comitment was the only thing really stopping them from enjoying a presumably happy and healthy marriage

platypus x food - 10/10

a match made in heaven

[astrowaffles]

Hi, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?

Hello! My favourite fics are often ones overlooked by the general public (who, for some reason, like showering love on the fics I hated writing and/or regret posting). Hence this list will be full of very short and very silly fics, since I like those best.

The Megumi-Isn't-Breathing Incident

This was only the second fic I wrote for JJK, and yet it's one of my favourites. First of all, it was written for one of my very first supporters, selcouthwanderer, whose comments I really miss. If not for them, there's no way I would've kept writing for Gojo & Megumi. Second of all, it was my very first foray into anything resembling angst (and it's still really fluffy. sigh) and it's proof to me that I have range as a writer. I'm mostly silly and I try hard to be funny, but I know I can be serious and I can dive deeper into my characters. Third of all, I think it's really well written! I genuinely surprised myself, upon rereading it, with the quality of my writing. I don't think I write to that standard normally, which makes it all the more special. If I wanted someone to think well of me as a writer, I'd show them to this fic.

2. Jump, then Fall

This one was written for the fengqing gotcha for gaza, so it came less from inspiration and more from a prompt by my good pal makki (@makkisucks). Still, I'm majorly proud of it!! It's much longer than anything I've written before and follows a plotline. Did everything turn out how I want? No. There are still things I'd change about it. But, again, it represents a major hill i climbed over - the curse of only writing 2k and then getting stuck. J,TF is 12k and completely coherent throughout. Win!

3. Chronically Ill Platypus

By contrast, this one's only 758 words and there's literally 0 plot. I like this one because it's the content I wish other people would produce so I can read it. Complex Matchablossom angst is fabulous but I wish more people actually looked at their relationship in its most basic form: they're best friends. Have been since they were five. They bring out the silliest, pettiest, most emotional side of each other and sometimes all you really want is to see them be best friends. I got a few comments along the lines of "thanks for writing them like this!! everyone wants to ship them these days (eye roll)" so I do want to be clear, I SHIP MATCHABLOSSOM. But sometimes friendship is more important than whether or not they kiss. I feel the same about iwaoi; I don't always want to see them kiss, I want to see them be silly and comfortable with each other like best friends are.

4. Bon Jovi, Autographs, and Sunshine

I haven't read over it in a while so I have no idea if it's up to current writing standards (my writing has noticeably improved over the last few years) but I remember loving this one. Justice for solangelo! I also remember someone marking it as 'ooc but i like it'. I nearly threw myself out the window because I really pride myself on my characterisation. But I stand by it, to be honest, I don't think it's ooc to any noticeable extent.

ANYWAYS. I like this fic because, again, it's the kind of thing I wish there was more of. It's chaotic and ridiculous and has no plot, it's just soft and I can literally see it in my mind's eye, tinted yellow, warm, fun... Solangelo was a massive comfort ship for me for years and this was just me expressing that. I only ever write for myself and this was peak Astro Fanfiction!!

Thanks for the ask! I hope to see you in the comments of some of these >:)

[leafington]

𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚! 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙!

content warning !! - making out, virgin mentions (bc theres no way yall think some of them got game), tongue kissing, self-indulgent in some characters, blackfem!reader as always

how i think making out w the haikyuu boys would go :3

soft kisses. the ones where they pull away for like two seconds and get right back to it. ur probably in their room or an empty classroom alone and ur bitching and moaning about whatever so they shut you up with a kiss. they do that thing where they have a hand cupping the side of ur face near ur ear. yall know how mal and ben kiss in the second(?) movie and they pull away slowly. its just like that.

— oikawa, SUGAAA, mattsun, makki, OSAMUUUUU, semi me thinks, ARANARANARAN, kuroo mayhaps, kiyoko, TAKEDA., tendouu, suna, mmmm kags, DAICHI POO

actual making out LMAOOO. on the couch watching a movie that was definitely long forgotten once u both closed the gap on the couch. face holding while in their lappppp! quiet little whimpers/moans too because theyve NEVER made out with a girl before but this didn't seem half bad, plus if it's with you theyre glad it wasn't anyone else

— YAMAGUCHI TADASHI LADIES AND GENTS, yaku bb, asahi, kenma, FUKUNAGA, atsumu., kita, daishou (minus the never doing it b4 bc of that fuckass girl he dated), aone :((

no clue what theyre doing. it varies depending on the situation, one day he could be hands all over you while open-mouth kissing you, the next theyre tongue kissing you (badly might i add) on the back of the train. theyre trying to show you how much they love you but theyre a virgin in every definition possible. help them please before they end up eating you whole and not in the good way.

— yachi. it pains me to say tsukishima...., kenma, goshiki, USHIWAKA IM SORRY., kyotani, iwaizumi i fear, noya, hinata

©2024 leafington dont steal please!! :)

[iwadori]

are you going to do a 'when the haikyuu boys make you insecure' part with Iwaizumi / could I request that?

When they make you insecure part 6 (Iwaizumi,Matsukawa)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

Word Count: 2.8K

Genre: Angst, Fluff

masterlist

AN: Did I embedd myself in this story? Yes, yes i did. :3 (it’s only a small part dw loool)

Iwaizumi

One day when you were walking to the gym to go see your boyfriend  

You overhear him and the team talking about some instagram girl

“She’s hot” you hear Boktuo yell doing a hoot as he fawns over a picture, with the rest of the guys agreeing.  

“What do you think Iwaizumi?” Hinata ask  

“She’s cute... I guess?” the rest of the guys, grunt in disagreement at Iwa’s lack of drooling over the girl.

“Well I see why you wouldn’t want her Haji-kun,” says Atsumu “you are into the more simple girls bro”

“Simple?” Iwaizumi questions, and the rest of the guys agree

“Yeah simple, you know Y/N... she’s simple” says one of the guys, with the word ‘simple’ rolling off their tounge with a tone of disgust.

“I guess your right guys...” Iwaizumi says “Y/N is pretty basic and simple but-”

You leave the gym before you hear what the rest of them had to say. When you got to your house you bolt straight to the mirror, you look at your outfit and frown. You never thought your style was ‘basic,’ to be fair you wouldn’t describe anybodys style as basic or simple. Of course, you weren’t like those instagram influencers, that wasn’t your thing. But Iwa has known that about you for years... but I guess that’s not what he truly likes.

You go to your closet and take out all the contents, just tossing all your clothes (even some of your favourite items ever) and dashing them in a black trash bag putting them to the side. You were already on a mission to buy a whole new wardrobe, going through all different stores and looking on pinterest for inspo.

You didn’t really talk to Iwa for the rest of the week, since you wanted him to see you in your ‘new form,’ you weren’t being radiosilent but you didn’t initiate any hang outs with him or face time calls (which he did find slightly odd, but didn’t think that much by it.)

Finally, the clothes came and you were kind of shocked at how much you ordered you spent over £200 on clothes from all different places. When you were trying them on, you liked some of them the ones that were kind of similar to your past style but not so ‘simple,’ the others you kind of frowned at since it definitely didn’t feel like ‘you’ at all. ‘This is for Iwa,’ you reminded yourself as your forced a smile on your face analysing yourself in the mirror.

You had everything sorted, your wardrobe was now changed and done the colours and styles you once wore before is now the complete opposite. You invited Iwa over, hesistantly waiting to see how would he react.  

When you hear your door knock, you rush over to open it and model a pose you saw one of those girl do trying to look as natural as possible.

“Hey babe ho-” he says, with his eyes widening seeing your new look “Woah Y/N!”

“Hey Haji..come in!” you exclaim with a beaming smile pulling him inside to the couch. “So, are we going to continue watching the crown, I watched the previous episode and god prince phillip is such a dick.”

You look over your shoulder and see Iwa still standing in your entranceway a bit awkwardly, looking a bit stunned. “Come sit down then, we’ve got an episode to watch.”

“uh oh yeah, sure” he says blinking, following you to the couch.

You got through atleast 4 episodes together, you barely talked as you were really engrossed in the show. Iwa was barely paying attention, he was too busy questioning how you were acting. This definitely wasn’t the girl he knew, even the way you were acting whilst watch the show was odd. The way you’d cutely giggle and ‘sublty’ look over to him whilst laughing at a funny part of the show instead of just doing your usual obnoxious laugh that he loved to hear.

“Oh Y/N, I’m going to go to the bathroom.” he says standing up, you don’t reply you just wave your hand in acknowledgement.

On his way to the bathroom, Iwa nearly trips on a black bag left outside your bedroom door. He opens it, and mildly gasped when he saw all your old stuff jumbled up in there. He picks up the back and goes straight back to the living room and stands in front of you.

“Haji, what are you doing you’re blocking the TV” you complaining trying to see what’s happening behind him.

He drops the black bag infront of you and you internally curse yourself for not moving. You stare at him waiting for him to say something.

“Well whats this then.” he says looking down at you, almost like a disapproving dad.

“Clothes.” you say smartly, knowing what he was asking.

“You know what I meant Y/N, why are all your clothes in a garbage bag.”  

“Because I wanted to put them there,” you wanted to seem as nochalant about it as possible as if putting all your clothes in a garbage bag doesn’t make you feel sad.

“Yeah but why?” he says sitting down next to you.

“Just because I wanted to” you reiterate “what else do you want me to say?”

“Well this isn’t like you, its just a bit random Y/N” he says

“I know this isnt like me you” you spat, standing up “Isn’t this what you wanted anyways.” You head to your bedroom picking up the bag with you, with Iwa hot on your heels.

“What do you mean this is what I wanted?” he says in disbelief “When did I ever say that?”

“It doesn’t matter” you mumble, you start to aggressively take our your old clothes and shove them back into your wardrobe whilst Iwa is just talking. You’re not really listening to him your just putting the clothes back.

“Y/N Stop!” he yells kind of knocking you out of your ‘trance,’ “what is going on with you?” he grabs you hands and pulls them down stopping you from what you were doing and he winced at seeing your tear stricken face.

He gently pulls you into his arms sitting you both on your bed, waiting for you to speak. “I don’t know what you want from me Iwa..” you start your voice slightly breaking “it’s just I did this all for you and you don’t even appreciate it.”

“I don’t know what you mean Y/N?” he says sounding genuinely confused.

“Y/N is simple and basic.” you say repeating words that you heard your boyfriend say about you, you feel him tense as you say it and you slowly get out of his hug.

“Y/N I-”

“That really hurt Hajime, I know now that I'm not your ‘type’ but I-”

“No Y/N, you are my type of course you are!” he says gulping in nervousness “I love you, and your style. I’ve always being enamored by how you dress and present yourself and I don’t know why I even said you’re basic and simple I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Really?” you say sniffling looking down

“Yes really you idiot,” he says lifting your head up “To be fair I don’t care what you wear, since you look great in anthing I just want you to be happy Y/N and especially not dress for anyone including me. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree slightly nodding your head.

“Good, so can we go and finish the crown and then burn all these clothes?” Iwa jokes as he stands up.

“Burn them!” you exclaim “These cost £200, you muppet.”

“£200! Gosh Y/N, next time you go shopping im definitely coming with you.” he says shaking his head “can’t have you blowing out your bank account for clothes you don’t even like that much.”

You spend the rest of the day finishing of The Crown and you and Iwa eventually both sort out your wardrobe. Your style and aethetic changes a lot more through the times you were together and Iwa was very supportive and helpful of every single change. Especially *insert your favourite dress aesthetic here.*

Matsukawa

You were walking with your friends; Iwa, Tooru, Maki and your boyfriend Matsun. Walking to school as you did every morning, today the topic of conversation was Tooru’s bad taste in women.

“Gosh yesterday was horrible, she didn’t want to talk to me at all,” he complained “all she wanted to do was to come straight to my place, I didn’t even have the chance to tell her my hair routine.”

“That’s why you don’t find dates off of Tinder shittykawa” grunted Iwaizumi

“Well I know that now!” he exclaimed.

“Y/N,” said Makki grasping your attention “Would you ever use Tinder?”

“Well I-”

“Of course she wouldn’t” your boyfriend interrupted wrapping his arm round your shoulder “she’s got me”

“Yeah, but if you two weren’t together, would you use it.”

“Well may-”  

“Y/N definitely wouldn’t” he said interrupting you AGAIN “she’s way to frigid for that shit”

Frigid? You thought to yourself, ouch. Their was a quick awkward silence and all you could hear was Matsukawa laughing with the others laughing after awkwardly in pursuit. After sensing your uncomfortability (is that a word?) Oikawa decides to change the subject to make things less awkward,

“I need a woman who understands me!” he rants “One that can listen to me and appreciate my awesome hair.”

“Goodluck with that Shittykawa.”  

Oikawa rambles on as you walk to school with the other guys chiming in. You on the other hand, were lost in thought. Your sex life wasn’t something you would want to publicly talk about let alone to you and your boyfriends' male friends. Also, with Matsun describing you as ‘frigid’ struck a nerve. You weren’t frigid, well at least to you, you weren’t.  

When you got to school you immediately rushed straight to your lesson claiming that you teacher really needed to talk to you. Which was odd to Matsukawa as you usually all hung around each other until the bell rang, the other boys gave each other knowing looks all assuming the reasons for your odd behaviour.

At lunch time, you stayed in your class instead of going up to the roof where you and your friends usually end up. In the class room you hear one of the girls in your class, Empress having one of her usual gossip conversations with her group of friends.

“Hajime is so hot!” she said, fanning her face being dramatic  

“Of course he is! You should totally go for him.” her friend said and the rest of the friends agreed.

“What do you think Y/N?” she says to you catching your attention “you’re close friends with him right?”

“Yeah, I am” you say a bit sadly “You should definitely go for him, I think you’d be perfect together.”

“Okay! I think I might later” she says smiling. Her and friends leave, but then Empress returns and walks straight to you.

“Are you alright doll?” she asks softly smiling

“I guess so..” you say hesitantly “It’s just something my boyfriend said to me this morning.”

“Matsun?” she asks and you nod in reply “What did he say?”

After you rehash the situation from this morning Empress scowls in annoyance, “Boys can be such pigs sometimes, such a dick thing to say.”

“I know right!” you respond “Even if I was frigid, which im totally not it’s not even a bad thing nor is it something to reveal to people in public in a ‘jokey’ way.”

“Yeah!” she agrees “I think you should go and give him a piece of your mind.”

“I mean...” your voice falters, when it comes to Matsun you’ve never really given him a ‘piece of your mind,’ even when he makes jokes that you’re not so fond of.

“Come on!” she encourages “I’ll come with you and cheer you on.”

“You just want to come to see Iwa Empress” you say pointedly “But fine let’s go.”

You both power walk to the roof where you see the four seijoh boys sitting down and eating. “Oh hi Y/N/-chan and look Iwa its Emp-chan... isn’t that a surprise!” Iwa blushes and the rest of the guys laugh.

You walk straight up to Matsun and stand right infront of him. “Matsukawa I need to talk to you,” you say folding your arms. “Why whats up babe?” he says, still sitting down with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Alone.” you say turning around walking to a secluded spot. Behind you, you hear Matsun get up and the rest of the boys saying “oooh Matsukawa your in trouble” as they laugh.

“What’s wrong with you today Y/N?” he asks slightly accusatorily.  

“I didn’t appreciate the comment you made today on the way to school,” you say with your arms folded.

“Oh that little comment about you being frigid, come on it was just a joke I wasn’t being serious.” he says lightly laughing but he stops once he sees the glare you give him ”you knew it was a joke right?”

“Matsun, some are your jokes just aren’t funny,” you say “especially when they're about me and our sex life in front of our friends too.”

“Y/N I didn’t mea-”

“You just come off as a huge dick sometimes, and I can’t do this anymore if you keep on making these comments anymore I don’t think I can do this.”

“Woah Y/N, are you threatening to break up with me?” he asks “Over a few little comments?”

“These aren’t a few little comments, sometimes what you say is just unnecessary and rude.”

“Okay well...”

“Well...” you repeat staring at him waiting for to apologise or atleast say something, “fuck you Matsukawa.”

You storm away and walk bout to the group saying “Empress lets go.” She jumps of Iwa’s lap and waves by to them following you back down to the school. You walk into the bathroom and just start to cry, “Y/N whats wrong?” Empress says pulling you into a hug  

“H-He doesn’t care,” you cry “He pretty much excused his stupid comments, passing them off as little ‘jokes,’ that didn’t apparently mean anything.”

“Oh dear,” Empress says consoling you “he’s not worth your time right now.”

“B-but but I love him.” you wail fat tears streaming down your face.

“I know sweetheart, I know,” she says letting go of the hug “so what do you wanna do about him?”

“I don’t know,” you say “I don’t want to break up with him or anything, but is there a point in staying if he’s just going to make these comments again.”

“I don’t know Y/N, but whatever you wanna do I’ll support. Wether it’s keying his car or reading shitty fanfiction and crying.” Empress says making you laugh.

The final bell rings and now it's time to go home, of course you don’t walk with the guys so you just enjoy your own company walking home.

“Y/N! Y/N!” you hear from behind you and of course the only person it can be is Matsukawa.

“What do you want?” you mumbled  

“I..I want too” he says heaving out of breath from the running he had to do “I want to apologise. I need do.”

“Okay...” you respond

“Im sorry, Im so so sorry,” he says “those jokes and comments were stupid and I agree I can be a dick sometimes. Well a lot of the time, but I never wanted to be a dick to you.”

“Well you were.”

“I know I was, and I’m so sorry. There’s no excuse what I said and what I have said before I just hope I can make it up to you.”

“Okay then.”

“So are we not broken up?”

“No we’re not broken up, but it’ll take a lot of making up to do for me to fully forgive you.”

“Great! And I'll spend every day to get you to forgive me.”

Which he did, he spent every day showering you with love and affection. He was way better than he was before, you even went on double dates with Oikawa and his flavour of the week and triple dates with Iwa and his girlfriend. Matsukawa, although he still made jokes, he never targeted them and centered them around you in an insulting way.

AN: I didn’t really like the matsukawa one since i couldn’t really write for him properyl sooo sorry bout that one kids.

[gingersnaaps]

tetraphobia

maybe seijoh's revenge doesn't always have to be on the court. maybe seijoh's revenge can come in the form of fucking kageyama's sweet little girlfriend.

wc: 3.3k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, noncon, gangbang, mindbreak, victim blaming/guilt, forced infidelity, hints of sadism, anal, double penetration, deepthroat, cunnilingus, sorta overstim? idk this is very nasty, fem!reader with inner genitals, timeskip!characters

a/n: this is for @somecravings' gangbang collab! this work features the seijoh four.

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“I wonder where Tobio-chan found himself such a cute girlfriend.”

The words freeze you in your tracks.

A tall, well-built, man leans against the wall of the hotel hallway, the cramped space making him loom large in front of you. You think he’s a stranger at first - but a closer look at the waves of his chestnut hair, his molten hazel eyes - and memories of the pictures Tobio had shown you flood back into your mind.

Oikawa Tooru, he’d told you. Teammates at Kitagawa Daiichi, and then rivals at Karasuno and Aoba Johsai. I took away his last chance to make it to nationals in high school. Now he’s on Argentina’s national team. Looked up to him a lot, but we had a… strained relationship.

His eyes flicker back to the faded yearbook photos, an unmistakable note of bitterness in his voice.

The very same Oikawa Tooru from his pictures stands in the hallway leading to your hotel room, arms crossed and eyes glittering with amusement.

Almost as if he’d been waiting there for you.

“He’s out celebrating his win, isn’t he?” he says, cocking his head to one side. “Along with the rest of his team.”

He steps closer, walking towards you until he’s mere feet away. You can see where the hem of his blue jersey peeks out from beneath his jacket, the white of his teeth glinting as he grins. Up close, he’s even more intimidating, and you suppress the sudden surge of discomfort that crawls beneath your skin.

Your eyes flit back and forth, eyebrows creasing in confusion. “Is there something you need?”

“Yes,” he says, his hand reaching out to stroke gently along your cheek. “I was wondering if you could do me a favor, sweetheart.”

Panic seizes you when his cold, calloused, fingertips brush lightly along your skin, your heart thudding as discomfort rips through your body. You don’t know what his intentions are, but his words scare you. There’s nothing genuine about his tone, nothing kind, and years of too-close encounters with men have left you wary and alert. His touch is invasive, contemptuous, mocking, and you jerk away from his hand in an attempt to backpedal-

Warm hands clamp down around your shoulders in an iron grip. Your heart sinks as you realize you’ve got nowhere to go, dread seeping into every vein in your body.

“I’m a little late. Sorry.”

The voice at your ear is a low rasp, his tone nonchalant, but you can hear the message that undercuts it as clear as day: you’re not going anywhere.

“Don’t worry about it, Iwa,” Oikawa says, fingers curling around your chin, tilting your face up forcefully until you’re staring directly into his eyes. “You got here just in time to help me out. She looked like she was about to run away for a while there. Can you imagine?”

The man behind you - Iwaizumi Hajime, you recall - chuckles. “Wouldn’t get very far.”

Your blood runs cold at the implication of his words. Your stomach churns, an awful, nauseous feeling that makes you feel sick, shoulders tensing as you struggle against Iwaizumi’s hold.

“Hey,” he warns quietly. “Don’t make this harder on yourself.”

His words almost make you want to laugh; he says them like he’s trying to help you, like he genuinely cares about your well-being. You remember the late-night talks you and Kageyama would have, the ones where he’d describe his days spent in middle school, secluded and walled off from the other players on his team. There was always one name he spoke with a particular reverence: Iwaizumi Hajime. Tough. Strong. Kind. A good man, he’d emphasized. I’m glad he was there during those years.

Well, this certainly was a reality check, wasn't it?

He removes his hands from your shoulders and wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you pressed close to his side, as if a reminder of you how powerless you are in this position. “Come on, baby,” he says. “Let’s go.”

“It’d be rude to keep Makki and Mattsun waiting any longer."

Oikawa slides his fingers into yours until the two of you are holding hands, humming happily as Iwaizumi escorts you down the hall towards your own hotel room. It takes every last ounce of self-control to stop yourself from crying and screaming on the spot, to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over, to save yourself the embarrassment of breaking down pathetically as these people - these assholes - watch.

You get the feeling that they’re not going to leave you alone out of pity.

They escort you to your hotel room, passing by rows and rows of rooms that blur as your vision tunnels. Their presence is suffocating; Oikawa’s fingers brush against your wrist, rubbing tender circles into your skin, and you can feel Iwaizumi's warm breath on the crown of your head.

Oikawa grabs the key card from your purse, sliding it into the scanner, and pushes the door open when it lights up green.

Your heart stills with fear as they drag you inside, flicking the light switch open until the room glows softly.

There’s two more people sitting in the bed.

A tall, lanky man waves in acknowledgement, nudging his companion in the side as his eyes flicker appraisingly over you.

The other man looks up, tossing his phone aside, blowing aside a stray strand of strawberry-pink hair.

“Hmm. I hate to say this, but Oikawa was right,” he says, a wry grin on his face. “What a pretty girl.”

You feel so vulnerable with four pairs of eyes roaming over every inch of your body, your mind running rampant with fear and anticipation as they admire and scrutinize. And you’d be right to be scared, because there’s so much they can’t wait to do, so much of you they’ve been dying to explore, so many of their little fantasies that they’ve been waiting for the right girl to help them act out.

You’ll help them out, won’t you?

Without warning, there’s a pair of hands on your waist insistently pushing you downwards, applying steady pressure until your legs collapse and you’re forced to your knees.

“So impatient, Iwa.” Oikawa clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “You won’t even let her get settled in?”

There‘s a huff of annoyance above you. “The more you talk, the less I’m going to enjoy this.”

“Alright, alright.”

Oikawa slides a hand onto the back of your neck, the other moving to grip your hair. His touch is gentle, fingers stroking along your pulse point, but you know it won’t last if you misbehave. You have no illusions about the kind of person he is, not when his hands maneuver your mouth and throat into nothing more than a warm fleshlight for his friend.

Iwaizumi palms himself in front of your face, hands skimming over the bulge in his jeans as he groans in pleasure, and pulls out his half hard cock, veins throbbing and flushed with arousal. Cupping your face in his hand, he fits the tip to your soft lips and tilts your chin upwards to meet his piercing, lust-filled eyes, his gaze swirling with want.

“Open up for me like a good girl, okay?” he growls.

You can’t help the way your cunt pulses at his tone, an intoxicating rush of fear and desire that leaves your mind hazy and mouth dropping open. He doesn’t waste the opportunity, pushing his cock into your warm, wet, mouth, a moan falling from his lips as he thrusts his hips forwards. You retch at the intrusion, instinctively jerking your head backwards, but Oikawa’s grip on your neck tightens as he holds you in place. He crouches down, lips finding your ear as Iwaizumi starts sliding in and out of your mouth.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “If you take it like you’re supposed to, he won’t last too long.”

At those words, his hands push your head forward, impaling your throat on his cock, holding you down as you choke and drool and retch. Your eyes redden as silvery tears drip through your lashes, panic rising, vision turning to static, the pain in your lungs growing unbearable as Oikawa’s smile turns razor sharp. “Atta girl,” he encourages softly, his thumb wiping away one of the tears running down your cheek. “I think he’s gonna cum soon if you keep this up.”

If you keep this up. As if you have a choice.

Iwaizumi’s thrusts grow more erratic, fucking you rougher and faster as he slams in and out of your throat. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath. “Such a good fucking girl for me. Got such a - such a perfect little mouth, taking me so well,” he says, breath catching.

Just like Oikawa had predicted, he doesn’t last much longer after that, hips stuttering when he spills down your waiting throat. He tastes warm and slightly salty, the last few drops of his cum dripping down your chin as he presses a thumb to your lips and wipes away the drool collecting at the corner.

There’s a horrible, sinking, feeling settling inside you as he grabs the collar of your shirt and hoists you up with him onto the bed, your limbs going limp as you let him press an open-mouthed kiss to your trembling lips, his tongue slipping inside of your slack mouth.

You feel used.

Up close to Iwaizumi, you can see the flush of arousal coloring his bronzed cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, all the physical evidence of just how good you made him feel, and your stomach churns.

Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel fingers softly stroking at your clit, light, teasing strokes back and forth that leave you whimpering. A twinge of arousal pulses in your cunt as you hear words murmured against your inner thigh.

“Didn’t even try to fight back, did you?” There’s a gentle laugh from the pink-haired man beneath you, soft and terrifying, and the light brushes turn into more insistent circles. “It’s almost like you wanted it.”

Iwaizumi’s tongue curls deeper into your mouth as he deepens the kiss, leaving you gasping for breath.

“I had no idea you’d turn out to be such a slut,” he hums, mouth latching onto your thigh. “Although I’m really not complaining.”

“C’mon, Makki, don’t be so mean to her,” Iwaizumi chuckles, his teeth scraping roughly against your lips.

“I’m only telling the truth.”

The fingers circling your pussy creep upwards, grabbing onto your hips and pushing you down against the mattress. “Keep those legs spread nice and open for me, okay?” Makki says, voice sweet and cloying.

When the flat of his tongue brushes against your clit, his breath huffing warm on your folds, your thighs twitch involuntarily. It’s as if he’s made it his mission to eat you out as slow and light as possible, his kitten-licks and teasing strokes sliding along your folds and circling around your sweet spots without ever truly giving you the satisfaction that your cunt craves.

And he can tell you’re starting to break.

As Iwaizumi’s mouth moves down to suck at your neck, lips brushing along the erratic heartbeat of your pulse point, your hips jerk upwards against Makki’s waiting mouth as a moan slips out from between your lips.

He sucks at your aching clit, the steady, constant pressure making you writhe in his grasp. “Cute little cunt wants more, doesn’t i?” he coos.

You don’t dare say a word, face flushed with embarrassment as you bite your inner cheek in embarrassment. Makki’s right.

He’s right, and you hate that he’s right, hate how good he’s making you feel with every long, languid, lick, with every brush of his lips that leaves your walls throbbing in search of more.

A hand picks up your limp wrist, guiding your fingers until they wrap around something warm and hard, something incredibly thick and so, so, long -

You freeze as you realize it’s a cock.

“Mattsun’s blessed, isn’t he?” Makki laughs from between your thighs. “Maybe now you’ll understand that I’m really trying to do you a favor. We want these sheets stained with cum, not blood.”

You swallow nervously. That monster cock, so big you can barely fit your hand around it, is going inside you.

You’re paralyzed with dread, not even bothering to fight back as he maneuvers your palm up and down along his length, wrapping his much larger hand around yours as he uses your fist to help jerk him off.

All the revulsion in the world can’t stop the slow, mounting, wave of pressure building inside your core, growing stronger as Makki sucks with more force against your clit. Crooked fingers push inside your slick, needy, hole, his nimble digits searching and prodding, the pads of his fingertips rubbing insistently at your g-spot.

“See?” he murmurs. “‘m making you feel so good. You’re gonna be nice and ready when I’m done with you.”

You want to scream. You feel like a whore for enjoying anything at all; bile and guilt rising in your throat as white-hot arousal throbs in your cunt.

You’re strung out along the edge when you feel another mouth descending on your body, a tongue flicking out to tease at your nipple. You see a flash of chestnut brown hair as Oikawa looks up at you, a smirk curving at the corners of his mouth, almost as if he knows exactly what he’s doing, knows where your limits are and how to push right past them.

It’s too much for you to handle, too much for you to take. Three mouths ravage your body, tongues flicking out to lick at your neck and suck at your nipples and drag along your clit, silky and sensual against your soft skin, all while your slack hand pumps steadily along the shaft of a huge cock.

When an orgasm rips through your body, it’s like something stolen, something taken from you, and as your hips buck and thrash wildly, an emptiness settles in your stomach after you’re all fucked out from their ministrations.

What’s wrong with you?

At this point, you don’t feel like much more than a sex doll for the four men, all spread out and useless as you lay your head in Iwaizumi’s lap. He strokes gently at your hair, brushing a stray strand out of your face.

You barely even react as Mattsun manhandles you up, large hands positioning your hips until the head of his fully hard cock sits at your entrance, sliding just the tip into your loosened, clenching, hole.

“Ready?” he asks, his half-lidded eyes glinting with amusement.

He doesn’t really care about your answer.

“One… two… three.”

He forces you down on his cock, pushing your hips further and further down as you squirm and struggle and moan from the stretch. Your mind goes foggy as you feel the drag of his cock against the front of your walls, burying itself so deep in your cunt you can almost feel it in your stomach.

Mattsun likes it when his dick makes girls feel good, of course, when he fucks them better than their boyfriends, when he makes them cream and gush after barely moving.

He likes it better when he makes girls go stupid.

As he looks down at you, a warm rush of arousal twists in his gut. Your eyelids flutter in pleasure, mouth open and panting, small hands fisting at his shirt as you moan softly. It’s just too big for you to take, isn’t it? You can't handle being used like a pretty fuckdoll, or eaten out until you cream, or to be impaled on a cock so nice and big you can barely think straight. A string of drool falls from the corner of your mouth, but he doesn’t bother cleaning it up. You look better ruined, he thinks.

You’re dragged out of your fucked-out daze when a voice crawls into your ear, taunting and cruel, and a warm dick presses and slides along your ass.

“Bet Kageyama’s never tried this before,” Oikawa says.

A spurt of terror grips you as you hear the thinly-veiled anticipation in his voice, his fingers trembling with excitement as they grope at your ass.

He holds back a laugh at the way you freeze, shuddering in a mixture of fear and pleasure as Mattsun rolls his hips up and thrusts his cock even deeper. He knows he guessed right, judging from your cute little reaction, a high-pitched, pathetic whimper dropping from your lips as brushes his cock against your hole.

He hopes it hurts.

When he presses in, it’s a slow, aching, stretch that leaves you feeling raw and split wide open. Unlike the dull pain from Mattsun’s cock, this one is a searing, brutal, torment, a stinging intrusion in your tight hole that forces a choked gasp from your lungs.

“Wish your boyfriend could see us right now,” he breathes, pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of your neck. “Feels so good squeezing my cock, so fucking nice and tight.”

Tobio.

Panic races along your veins. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, breasts bouncing slightly as your breaths come shallow and rapid.

“I can’t imagine how he’d feel - seeing his perfect little angel getting stuffed so full in both her precious holes.”

The tightness in your chest bursts as tears stream down your face, cries and moans coming out thick and stuffy as you sob. You know he’s right. It didn’t matter that it was forced, that you said you didn’t want it - you already came once, didn’t you? And judging by the tense pleasure pulsing at your clit, you were due for another sooner or later.

Oikawa laughs. “It’d be awful if he came back right now, wouldn’t it? Just in time to watch his precious little girlfriend getting raped by his former senpai.”

Mattsun snickers, bring a hand up to swipe at your clit. “Look,” he says softly, tilting your head until you lock eyes with Makki.

He’s fisting his cock rapidly, a hungry, predatory, expression on his face, tongue darting out to lick at his lips as he lets out a pleasured groan.

It’s better than almost any of his gross little fantasies. He’s not sure his favorite porn videos will ever be able to compare to the sight of you being fucked stupid and split in two by his friends, two cocks sliding in and out of your tired holes as you cry.

You squeeze your eyes shut as the first waves of the orgasm begin to roll over you. Mattsun’s deft, long, fingers toy with your clit, stroking you insistently through the wild jerking of your hips as he feels your walls fluttering and creaming around the base of his dick. The pleasure is intense, unbearable, almost impossible to hold back, even as disgust crawls beneath your skin at the feeling of being stretched wide open.

Maybe they were right.

All those times you’d thought about what you’d do if this happened, every single night when you’d lie awake and tell yourself, i’ll fight back. i’ll resist. i’ll make them regret ever forcing me -

They were all lies.

Oikawa feels a sick sense of satisfaction as he watches the turmoil in your expression. He can tell by the slump of your shoulders, the bitterness in your gaze, the way you turn over to your side and curl up into a fetal position - they broke you, turned you into a mindless, slutty, fuckdoll, showed you who you really were.

Kageyama can have you back now. He’ll come into this hotel room, horrified at the sight of you passed out and naked, and call the police. Maybe he’ll help wash you up, bring you a cup of tea as you sob and insist that it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he’ll even believe you, despite the way you’ve stained the sheets.

But things won’t ever really be the same for you.

They made sure of it.

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[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Makki’s Birthday Special: Mutual Pleasure

Pairing: Takahiro Hanamaki x f!reader

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral, mutual masturbation, clit stimulation, fingering, squirting, daddy kink, pussy penetration. Strong language, fluff, 18+

Notes: So, this is not a full story. I was planning to write this fully and have at least 4K words ready for his birthday along with Sangwoo (since his story was so long), but I’ve had a busy week and have had very little time to really sit down andd write and now a lot on my mind with things personally, so I’m sorry it isn’t as long as I originally wanted and it cuts off so abruptly, but I just don’t have the mindset right now to write and need to focus on other things. But, I wanted to do something for Makki, and this is unfortunately the best I can do right now 😫

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You bit down on your lip, eyeing the man in front of you who quickly licked his lips. Your fingers teased your clit over the thong that you wore, your other hand groping your breast over the thin lingerie. Makki shifted excitedly across from you, bare outside of his boxers. The obvious erection in them aching to be touched, but he held himself back as you gave a soft moan and circled your clit with your fingers.

The game was “See who would break first.” It was something the two of you did quite often. Today was no different, despite it being his birthday, you were aching to tease him and he never turned down your proposals in bed. As usual, he was waiting to touch himself, getting himself worked up and spending as much time eyeing the show in front of him as he could.

You took things a step further now as he watched your fingers circle your clit, giving a moan of his name and watching him twitch inside of his boxers. With a soft giggle, you finally met his eyes.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me, daddy.” You said, gently rolling your hips against your fingers. “I can’t wait for your fingers to be so deep inside.” You hummed, easily sliding one of your fingers into your panties and teasing your entrance. “I can’t wait for you to be balls deep inside of me and make me scream for you.” He hummed, finally moving to take his boxers off while you started to finger yourself.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said, tossing the clothing carelessly aside and grasping onto his aching shaft as he relaxed back against the bed. He started to slowly stroke himself, giving a soft moan while you moved and took your underwear off. He licked his lips, eyes looking at your folds while you spread yourself for the man with your fingers before pushing two of them inside of yourself with a soft moan.

“Mmm, you’re so big,” you said, eyes watching his hand slowly stroke himself and tease the tip of his shaft. “I want to put you in my mouth so bad,” you squirmed slightly, teasing your nipple over the lingerie and glancing back to his eyes. “Happy birthday, baby.” You hummed, making the man smile as he met your eyes.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday to me,” he said lightheartedly, eyes slowly trailing down your body again as a little smirk curled onto his lips. “God, you’re so fucking sexy… I just wanna fuck that pretty pussy.” You bit down on your bottom lip, sending the man a teasing look as you curled your fingers inside of you, giving a soft moan. They were far from Makki’s fingers that reached depths inside of you that left your eyes rolling back into your head, but they were something to stimulate yourself while you were waiting for him to break.

“Mm, daddy,” you mumbled softly, making the man twitch in his hand as he looked into your desperate eyes. “I want you so bad, daddy. Will you touch me, please?” You begged softly. “Please daddy, come touch me. Come fill me up with your cock and make me feel good.” He gave a soft groan beneath his breath, seemingly finding it hard to deny you as he shifted on the bed.

“Fuck, you’re tempting,” he mumbled.

“Please daddy,” you begged, sending him a look he couldn’t deny. “Please come put it inside of me or finger me. I want you so badly, daddy. I need you.” He gave a soft grunt, moving on the bed. You bit excitedly down on your lip, wrapping your arms around his shoulders quick when he leaned in to kiss you. He teased your entrance with his cock, going to pull back to finger you before you stopped him. “Wait, wait— put it in,” you said, pressing your forehead to his. “Please, daddy— put it in. I want you so bad.” He hummed, easily nudging the tip of his cock inside of you and earning a shaky moan from you. “Mmm, more daddy.” You begged the man, moaning and leaning your head back on the pillows while he started to gently thrust himself inside of you.

“Such a demanding little princess,” he teased, earning a soft laugh from you as you met his eyes. “Mmm, a warm, tight little princess.” He leaned in, lips pressing to yours. You kept him close, legs wrapping around his waist, hands tugging gently on his hair as he started to thrust normally. You moaned, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He loved to tease you, call you his little pillow princess despite knowing you often fought him playfully for dominance in bed and sometimes even won.

“Mmm— feels so good,” you mumbled between heated kisses, toes curling while he moved a little faster. “Mmm— faster!” You begged the man, tugging on his hair. He could have cared less, moving to lick and kiss along your neck and thrusting faster inside of you. You moaned out, eyes squeezing shut, hands grasping desperately onto the man. You moaned loudly, clenching around his cock tightly. “Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out shakily, eyebrows screwing inwards. “Oh, fuck— daddy, I’m gonna squirt!”

After teasing yourself for awhile now, it only took one final, deep thrust from Makki and you were squirting around his cock. He moved quick, sucking on your skin and prolonging your orgasm with every deep hit inside of you. Your back arched, pressing your body up against the man as you moaned loudly— so loud you wondered if the neighbors had heard and yet you weren’t given very much time to think as the man nearly drained you on the first go.

“Fuck, Hiro!” You moaned out, nails scratching at his back while he thrusted inside of you, kissing along your neck and chasing his own orgasm. He wasn’t as ready as you, but he was intent on making you cum again, preferably the same time as him. He loved to tease when you came at the same time, often holding himself back as long as he could to feel you gush around him while he himself had an orgasm.

And tonight seemed like the perfect night to attempt it again. Your toes curled painfully, legs squeezing around him as you moaned consistently out, sweet moans of his name, pleads for him to keep going, begs for him not to stop or leaving you. He couldn’t even think of stopping, not with the way that you were squeezing around him.

In fact, once you both got to cum, his plan was to bury his face between your legs and eat you out until you were screaming for him just like you were now. Until your pleads were for him to stop because you were so certain you couldn’t cum anymore. Because you were so out of breath, so drained, so overstimulated that you couldn’t even think. He was content with this, happy at the thought of spending his birthday pleasing you as he always wanted to do. He loved to tease, but lately the two of you had been so cuddly.

Not that he could complain. He loved to cuddle with you, to be so innocent and love you in other ways, but he had to admit he’d missed sex and he knew that you did, too. With how desperate you were for him tonight, he wondered if maybe you hadn’t even realized how desperate you were for him until he finally gave you what you were wanting all along without even knowing you were craving it so badly.

And on his end? He was willing to give you everything he had and everything you asked, whether it be his birthday or not.

[saintodo]

thots: makki’s only fans

♡ note: uh….yeah <3

♡ word count: 646

♡ warnings: gn!reader, sex work/only fans, talk of nudes, doggy style fucking, consensual filming

i love the idea of people mistakenly assuming that you’re the breadwinner between you and hanamaki. it makes sense, you have a well-paying stable job while he’s been unemployed and “in between jobs” for the longest time. they just assume that he’s your deadbeat boyfriend, who’s mooching off of you.

neither you nor hanamaki really say too much when people have the audacity to make jabs right to your faces. you just uncomfortably laugh and try to divert the conversation, but hanamaki straight up just doesn’t give a fuck. he laughs and slings his arm around you and agrees with them. he says something along the lines about how he’s practically your sugar baby. it normally gets the other person to get real awkward and drop the topic, maybe even walk away under the guise of some excuse. you always get embarrassed by his antics, but let him get away with it.

i mean, the other person should feel weird for trying to pass judgement on your relationship like that, especially when they don’t know shit. if they did, they’d learn that you’re not the money maker in the relationship, hanamaki is.

as one of the top 1% creators on only fans, hanamaki makes a shit ton of money, way more than what your salary is worth. he’s incredibly successful, it’s safe to say that people love his content. whether it’s simple nude photos or videos of him jacking off, his audience eats that shit up. but his most popular videos are the ones he films with you.

you’re so supportive of his career, which hanamaki is so grateful for, but he was pretty surprised when you first offered to join him in a video. when he asked what made you want to, you just shrugged your shoulders and said “gotta make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” his cock immediately chubbed up at the subtle possessiveness in your tone.

the rare videos you make together are carefully filmed to ensure your faces are always hidden. hanamaki doesn’t show his face anyways in any of his content and he’s not going to let anybody see yours. the lewd expressions you make when you’re bouncing on his cock are reserved for his eyes only.

after he posts content with you in it, hanamaki always gets flooded with comments talking about how fucking hot your body is or how cute your breathy moans sound. damn right, he thinks. hanamaki agrees with them, he knows damn well how much of a catch you are.

sometimes he reads replies where the user says something about how they could fuck you so much better than hanamaki or how you need a real dick in your life. he snorts whenever he comes across them. he doesn’t get mad, but he does file those comments in the back of his mind.

people are surprised when hanamaki uploads another video with you right after posting one with you in it. the videos you appear in are normally few and far between. clicking to view the recording, it shows hanamaki fucking you in doggy position. your back curves so pretty as hanamaki drills his cock in and out of you.

“nobody can fuck you like me,” he muses aloud. the slick sound of his hips hitting the curve of your ass fills the pauses between his words. “c’mon baby, tell the camera who fucks you the best.”

you moan when he lands a resounding smack on your ass and press your face further into the pillows. “a-ah! it’s you, you fuck me the best, fuck me so good and deep. feel it in my throat,” you babble, rocking your hips back against hanamaki’s cock.

“that’s right, baby.” he smooths his hand over your ass, pressing his thumbs into the dips of your back. “you were made for my cock.”

safe to say, people got hanamaki’s message.