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slutmegeto · 2 days

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solandis

such a pretty little kitten you are for them.

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

pairing: iwaoi x f!reader

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

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

anything to distract you from the heavy gazes on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"thank you...?"

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

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

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

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

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

it was just easier that way.

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

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

"what... what is he—"

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

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

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

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

a second later, a shadow falls behind you.

"you find them, iwa-chan?"

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

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

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

"wha—"

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

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

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

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

you're bewildered, overwhelmed, and scared.

"what is—"

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

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

"i—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"ah—ah, oh god—!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"did that feel good, angel?"

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

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

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

"give her 'ere."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you close?" iwaizumi asks.

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

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

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

"me too!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oikawa just grins triumphantly over at him.

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

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

"wanna go again and swap positions?"

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amalasdraws · 3 months

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My final pic for last years @iwaoiweddingzine

#iwaoi #iwaoi wedding zine #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #haikyuu zine #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime

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yomiro · 2 months

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🌌🌌🌌🌌

#haikyuu fanart #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq fanart #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #iwaizumi x oikawa

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nekovale · 23 days

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April fools? Easter monday? No. Iwaoi day!!

#iwaoi #haikyuu #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #doodles #i had started this in september then work hit me like a truck lol #I GOT IN JUST TO POST THIS AND EVERYONE IS BOOPING???

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rkgknno · 8 months

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Happy 819 Day~~~~ welcome to the Oikawa and Atsumu eventually becoming friends agenda

#haikyuu!!#hq #oikawa tooru #miya atsumu #iwaizumi hajime

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waveoftheocean · 2 months

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i've drawn a lot of iwa-chans over the years but i think this is my favorite one yet 😌

(at long last, here's my full piece for @iwaoiweddingzine!! leftover sales are open for another week if you wanna get your hands on this beautiful zine!)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #hq!!#my art #mine #need the me who drew this to wake up from hibernation like where did they go?????

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noosayog · 1 year

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[baby fever - aka 6:36 PM] ft. iwaizumi hajime

wc: 200

ushijima | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama

You watch as Miya Atsumu settles into his seat in front of the reporters before setting the little toddler into his lap. She babbles quietly, incoherently as Atsumu answers question after question.

“Yeah,” you hear Atsumu say, “I think the team works really well together because-”

“Wa!” the little girl interrupts.

“Because of our high school rivalries-”

“Wawa-chan!”

You watch Atsumu’s little daughter lock focus on Hajime standing next to you, reaching her stubby arms out to him.

“Wawa-chan!” she repeats.

Atsumu laughs, “she loves Iwaizumi, our athletic trainer.”

You look over at your boyfriend, who’s trying to keep a straight face but also raises a hand to wiggle his fingers at the little Miya, who giggles in return.

“I didn’t know you liked kids,” you whisper at him.

“I don’t,” he says, all the while still making funny hand motions.

“If you like them so much,” you snake your fingers into his large palm. “I could help you out.”

Hajime squeezes your palm in reprimand. “Behave.” He looks over at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Anyway I’d like to get married before that.”

You sigh dramatically, “such a gentleman. You weren’t last night when we were-”

He slips the hand that was holding yours around your waist and gives the fat of your hips a solid squeeze. “Behave.” he whispers against your ear.

“Or I’ll make you later.”

#noos writes #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x y/n #hq fluff #hq imagines #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime fluff #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi fluff

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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“Pssst…”

“Choke.”

“Wanna makeout?”

Instantly, as if on a cue, Hajime’s face blisters into a flush, eyes widening and brows angry as he whips his head to face you.

You’re smiling, and he hates it, and you’re wearing his shirt that completely drowns your frame, hands and knees on the mattress just inches away, and he’s convinced he could live an extra 15 years if you hadn’t stumbled into his life.

But you did stumble into his life. Yay him.

His pencil taps rapidly against his desk, his studying having been completely hijacked by your straightforward flirts. Inviting you to do homework with him never really ended well, and how he hasn’t learned this lesson yet, is a mystery to you both.

“I’m busy.”

You huff and shift to sit on the bed as the gods intended, “you can take three minutes to makeout with me.”

“When was the last time we made out less than ten minutes?” He asks, and he wishes he hadn’t by the way your cocky grin splays over your face.

“Cant help that you’re into me,” you croon. He groans as he tosses his hand up to his face, scrubbing gently to revitalize himself. He’s quickly snapped out of it when he feels your feet wrap around the base of his desk chair and pull him closer to the bed.

This, has him chuckling from disbelief, moving his hands from his face and letting his eyes flick towards your feet. “Be so for real right now,” he says, snickering.

You bite your tongue between your teeth, but before you can do anything else, you scream as he makes a dash at you, barely letting you kick in defense before he pins you down to the bed, his broad chest doing most of the caging while his fingers spider up your sides and his lips sponge kisses on your neck and ears.

“You’re so annoying,” he growls, the vibrations of the rasp tickling your neck. His fingers still and instantly, your arms shift to toss around his neck, looking up at him longingly.

You lift a hand up to card his hair away from his face, “hi.”

“Hey baby.”

With that, he leans down to kiss you, knee planting on the bed to keep him stable and allow him to deepen the kiss. You mewl happily, letting your fingers push his head impossibly closer to you.

You taste sweet, like the bowl of fruit you’ve been stealing from him for the past hour, and you’re so warm from being swaddled in his blankets that he feels calm just by being close to you.

Then again, you always have that affect on him.

With a slight bite of your lips, he slowly starts to pull back, planting little pecks to soothe the bites. You giggle happily and reach up eagerly for each one.

“Haji?”

“What?”

Biting your lip cheekily, he hardens his gaze and reinforces his grip slightly, ready to restart a tickle attack if needed.

“Got you to makeout with me.”

You smirk and lick his nose with the tip of your tongue, making him reel back slightly with a scrunch of his face. He looks at you blankly, while you laugh and play with the locks of hair at the nape of his neck.

“How do you always manage to get your damn way?” He mumbles, leaning down to press another kiss on your lips. Under him, you giggle and chase his lips, clearly eager that now you’ve gotten him to kiss you once, he’s keen to give you more.

Like he always does.

Like he always will.

“Cant help that you’re into me.”

“I really am. Asshole.”

“I love you, too.”

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touteytout · 4 months

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fish shirts

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #my art

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mysterioustrumpet · 2 months

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to this day, oikawa still won't let him live it down

based on this tweet!

#haikyuu #iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #mysterioustrumpet_art

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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

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

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

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

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

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ilylovelyz · 9 months

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⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

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