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astro-can-write · 4 months

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Hi hiiii, back again to req some head cannons with the Pretty Setter Squad ™ and their ways of showing affection? I.e. love languages, pet names, etc. 🫶🫶🫶

PLEASE AND THANK YOU POOKIE!!!😻😻😻😻✨✨✨✨

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The Pretty Setter Squad includes: Tooru Oikawa (Aoba Johsai) Koushi Sugawara (Karasuno) Kenma Kozume (Nekoma) Tobio Kageyama (Karauno) Keiji Akaashi (Fukurodani)

I know setters like Atsumu and Shirabu are in it as well, but just for time purposes I won’t be including them, sry ^^

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS (fem!reader)

Oikawa:

He is whipped for you.

Like, whipped whipped. Even more whipped than whipped cream.

He loves getting tiny little gifts for you, as well as cuddling literally everywhere and anywhere. He loves PDA and will not pass up the chance to kiss you.

He loves showing you off, especially to Iwaizumi. “My girlfriend is so much prettier than yours!” “I DON’T EVEN HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TRASHYKAWA!” “Oops, I forgot! Ehe~”

He’s scared that you’ll leave him, just like his ex, so he tries his hardest to make you happy.

Oh my gawd he loves kissing you

He will kiss you on your lips, on your nose, on your cheeks, even on your fucking eyebrows (unless you don’t have eyebrows but thats a bit weird)

He praises you for the littlest things, and it's all genuine. He may make it seem like a joke, but you can tell that he means everything that he says to you.

He always texts with emoticons like (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ and ≧◉◡◉≦. He texts you very frequently and replies almost immediately. Every morning and night, he texts you “good morning” and “good night”

He gets very jealous. Whenever his teammates come near you, he (very loudly) tells them to back off and hides you from them. He doesn’t reveal to his fangirls that you're his girlfriend, because he knows that they’re probably gonna harass you.

He’s extremely affectionate and touchy, like I said before. He showers you with love and loves giving you piggy back rides.

If you were fine with it, he would probably make out with you in the middle of the street without shame

He’s gotten hit in the face with a volleyball before because he was too busy admiring your face.

Pet names: baby, babe, [nickname], and he’s probably called you sexy mama before

Your guys’ first kiss was during New Years. You guys were way too tired to go to the festival, so you guys crashed at his place and watched alien/action movies all night. At one point in the movie, a kissing scene came on and Oikawa was like “Hey wanna try that” and a second later, yall were making out. ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

Sugawara:

He’s very protective and caring towards you! His mama instincts kick in and he always makes sure you’ve eaten and slept a proper amount.

He loves you to the ends of the earth. He’s aware of all your boundaries and respects you, but he also teases you a lot.

Head pats

He gives you a lot of head pats

He likes holding hands and giving tiny little pecks on the lips in public, but he won’t do anything outlandish like making out (unlike Oikawa). It's all up to you whether you want to be publicly affectionate or not.

He listens to all your problems and gives you the best advice.

He’s pretty affectionate. He always smiles at you whenever you’re doing something, because you're just so pretty. He can never stop himself from blushing whenever you guys make eye contact.

His first priority is your happiness and comfort. He’s willing to sit with you in silence or have deep conversations about relationships.

He’s so insanely cliche, but you love that about him. He’s always finding new pickup lines and actions that make you cringe but laugh.

He texts long messages like “hi baby! Hope your having a good day <3 remember to eat your lunch and get your full eight hours of sleep! I’ll call you later so just text me if you need anything! Love you <3 - your hubby” and then you’ll probably reply with “ok”

He gets jealous really fast, but he doesn’t show it or do anything until you get uncomfortable in the situation. At that point, he would glare at whoever made you uncomfortable and drag you away. He is very scary when he’s mad, so that person would probably never come near you guys again. If you’re simply just talking to another guy, Suga snaps whatever he’s holding in his hand and he starts mumbling to himself angrily. Daichi and Asahi tease him a lot about his jealousy issue.

Pet names: honey, baby, angel, sugarplum, sweetheart, [nickname].

Your guys’ first kiss was after Karasuno won against Shiratorizawa. You had specifically told him you would kiss him if he won, so right after the game ended, you ran up to him and slammed your lips onto his. All his teammates whistled and clapped (Noya and Tanaka cried tears of envy) ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

Kenma:

“She’s just my girlfriend, you guys are being overdramatic” *has an entire album with pictures of you*

He’s not a big fan of PDA, nor is he physically affectionate. He shows his love through gifts and small, short texts like “eat” or “sleep” that may not seem meaningful, but you know that it’s just his way of saying “i fucking love you and you better take care of yourself”

He’s fucking rich so he gets you whatever you want

(sugar daddy?)

He’s usually quiet, but becomes a big chatterbox once you guys start talking about games. He talks the most when he’s with you, and he loves spending time with you.

He likes it when you put your head on his lap while he’s playing games, but he gets distracted by your gorgeousness and loses his game

Like I said before, he’s not into PDA but if there’s not that many people around/there’s too many people around, he’ll hold your hand. He’s much more intimate in private and loves cuddling with you.

His kisses are very soft and short, but they make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. He pecks your lips or kisses your forehead when you're sleeping.

He’s a little awkward when it comes to deep conversations, but he always manages to say what you want to hear.

Bro could not care less if another guy started talking to you. He doesn’t get jealous easily, but he’s willing to do anything to get you out of an uncomfortable situation. ‘Anything’ ranges from “c’mon, we’re gonna be late for dinner” and dragging you away to tripping the guy and making him fall flat on his face, then running away together.

Pet names: [nickname], baby (if he’s feeling particularly perky that day)

Your guys’ first kiss was sort of forced upon by Kuroo. The stupid rooster boy was like “lol you guys should kiss if you're really dating” and you and Kenma stared at him and then at each other. There was a moment of silence, and Kenma just kinda kissed you on the cheek, and that was that. (“ON THE LIPS!” Kuroo had yelled “I MEANT ON THE LIPS!”) ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

Kageyama:

Pretty shy when you guys started dating, but he’s warmed up to you now and he loves spending time with you

He knows everything about you, from your favourite colour to your favourite type of turtles. He always buys you your favourite drink at school, and makes mental notes whenever you say that you like/dislike something.

Like Kenma, he’s not a big fan of PDA and he’s not very physically affectionate either. He’s bad with his words as well, so his love language is mostly quality time and gift giving.

He’s rough (interpret that however you want)

He’s a pretty slow texter and he never checks his phone

At home, he’s fine with cuddles but he gets restless and wants to move after five minutes.

He doesn’t even hold your hand in public, unless there’s a lot of people around and he doesn’t want you to get lost

He’s the small spoon most of the time. I don’t know why, he just is.

You tutor him! He’s pretty stupid so you help him with his tests and stuff (unless you're stupid too.)

He’s pretty oblivious and doesn’t notice if a guy is flirting with you unless it's his teammates. When it comes to the other first years and second years, Kageyama blows a fuse when you’re hanging out with them and not him. He glares at everyone from behind you, making them all skedaddle.

Please be understanding of his volleyball obsession, if not he might break up with you

Pet names: [nickname] (that's it. he gets embarrassed when you use pet names on him, and he never really uses pet names on you)

Your guys’ first kiss was after his game against Bluecastle (the one that Karauno won). When the game ended, you screamed so loud that everyone stared at you, and you probably lept off the stands to go give Kageyama a kiss. Hinata, Noya, and Tanaka watched with envying eyes while Yachi squealed loudly. ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

Akaashi:

This just in but this man would look so hot in a turtleneck–

Moving on

Akaashi is very sweet and very attentive. He’s literally the definition of perfection. He redefines perfection. PERFECTION WANTS TO BE HIM

He listens to all your problems and offers you very constructive feedback, not holding back to expose you if you happen to be in the wrong. But he does it in a very polite and “i’m not trying to be mean, i’m just being honest” way so you never get mad at him

He makes all the meals, cleans the house, gives you a ride wherever you want, makes the bed, and does the laundry. He is literal husband material.

He doesn’t hate or love PDA. He’s fine with little kisses, holding hands, and back hugs, but he’d rather not do anything too intimate when there’s people around. That being said, once you guys are alone, he’s willing to go all out.

CUDDLES

C U D D L E S

Please cuddle with him

His kisses can be soft and be rough. Just tell him what you want and he’ll oblige because he’s amazing like that

He doesn’t get jealous a lot. He just doesn’t feel the need to be jealous, because he has faith and trust in you. If you're uncomfortable, he’ll step in right away and tell whoever’s making you uncomfortable to back off.

He tutors you. He also tutors Bokuto, but sometimes the latter gets too annoying, so Akaashi kicks him out and only tutors you instead.

Pet names: baby, honey, [nickname], and he’s probably called you little gremlin or something like that just to tease you

Your guys’ first kiss was on your fourth or fifth date. He asked for permission first, since he’s a gentleman like that, and he gave you the sweetest little kiss on the lips, making you practically melt into the floor. You guys happened to be at a cafe, so everybody that saw clapped and ‘awed’. ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

as you can tell i love akaashi

thank u for reading!

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junosmindpalace · 11 months

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students returning home from school filed into the neighbourhood, animated conversation vibrating through the air. the sun shone down brightly, yet the breeze coaxed out a few shudders, provoking kids to huddle into themselves, students who anticipated the cold snuggling into their scarves and jackets.

it was a chilly afternoon, the remnants of summer slowly fading with the green of the leaves and the first indicator of autumn weaving through the group of kids. you hadn’t anticipated the chill like some of your classmates, which is why you clinged to tooru more so than usual. not that he was complaining in the slightest.

your arms and fingers were intertwined, and you leaned against each other lovingly. it was truly a romantic sight; such a cliché display of young love, yet it never got stale in the eyes of passersbys, gushing in their minds over the sweet show of affection. tooru leaned down as his eyes crinkled, laughing with you about something you had said. he always loved being so close to your face, admiring the light in your eyes, taking in the sight of your smile.

there wasn’t anything more heartwarming, both to you and your boyfriend and the pedestrians who passed by, small smiles playing on their own lips as you walked practically joined at the hip.

you shuddered against him when the breeze reached you, leaning your head against his arm as you continued your conversation while walking. “-oh! and i was confused when i saw her jacket, ‘cause apparently it was supposed to be warm today, but i think i’ll pick up mine from home on our way to lunch.”

a branch snapped off its tree. the two of you paused in your tracks. you realized the error of what you had done as soon as the words came out of your mouth. wide, blank eyes blinked up at one another in a comedic fashion. and then everything happened at once.

tooru immediately went to rip off his jacket, but you reacted a slight bit faster, reaching over to grab his wrists. you struggled against one another, teeth gritting as you attempted to resist each others actions.

“oikawa tooru, keep your damn jacket on.” you gritted out, mustering up all the strength you could against your athlete boyfriend. he bared his teeth at you.

“you’re cold. i’m giving you my jacket.” your boyfriend seethed just as menacingly.

tooru was a romantic. so romantic and gentlemanly he was that it made your heart race at how deeply he cared for you. the way he wasn’t even the least bit shameful (much to the dismay of his teammates) just made all the kind things he did count all the more.

but you knew he tended to prioritize you over himself. tooru oikawa always loved a little extra, always had a habit of putting the things he cared about before his own well-being. you worried for him on these instances, but tooru’d only ruffle your hair and reassure you that he’d be, or he was, alright, even if it was obvious he wasn’t. most times, you were able to take care of yourself and only felt bad for making him worry.

you had slipped up this time, knowing before the last of the words came out what would happen. you only wanted to look out for him the same way he looks out for you. especially with the cold weather and tooru’s rigorous training did he need to stay warm. but the two of you were equally stubborn, and neither would back down so easily.

the loving sight had dissolved almost instantly. passerby’s didn’t know what to make of this new progression besides the fact that the two must’ve resented each other.

you managed to keep him in place for a while, but you were only delaying the inevitable. eventually, tooru was able to free himself from your hold and in a swift instant yank off his jacket and throw it over your shoulders, keeping his hands in place so you wouldn’t shrug it off.

“tooru!”

but he only gave you a cat-like grin, rubbing his hands up and down your arms before wrapping his arm around you again and kissing the crown of your head, humming contentedly.

you sighed, knowing that all the berating in the world wouldn’t stop oikawa tooru from putting your needs above his. it was how he was- with volleyball, with school, and of course, with you. he never meant to be smothering with his affection, it was just the way he was.

and so you gave into the comforting scent of his body wash and cologne that lingered on the fabric and leaned against him yet again, the heartwarming display of young love restored.

#just a thought #everytime i write hq i make them all goofy its my fav genre of fanfiction #ive had a lot of ideas for hq since im reading the manga I MISS THEM #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru oneshot #oikawa tooru fluff #oikawa tooru headcanons #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa toru x y/n #oikawa tooru hcs #oikawa tooru x y/n #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq fluff #hq oneshot #haikyuu drabbles

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atsuminthe · 2 years

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heaven (is a place on earth with you)

★ synopsis: you’ve always been his strongest pillar.

★ character(s): oikawa tōru

★ warnings: angst to fluff, dissociation, talk of negative feelings (envy, hate, self-loathing, self-doubt), depressive episodes, spiraling???

★ word count: 2192

★ notes: hi it’s been 84 years, i know i know. im not back, just here to share this piece, bc i love it. enjoy.

The incessant buzzing makes his head spin.

It’s not like there’s much going on in there anyway—all he knows is that he feels sick for some unknown reason. Or maybe the reason is known, but he doesn’t want to admit it. Especially not now, when his entire world crumbled and fell apart, and all of it happened because of himself.

Oikawa Tooru is weak.

At least, that’s what he tells himself.

He could have done so much more—he could have set better, he could have positioned a bit further, he could have used a tad more force. All of that seems to be in the past; a past so distant it makes him zone out. Hasn’t he been doing this for a little while now? Probably. He can’t process the passage of time, eyes still boring into the back of the red and white shirts of his rivals—the victors.

In retrospection, maybe he should have anticipated the outcome. With his ankle bothering him again and a whole set benched, as well as a few missed calls that Japan really took advantage of, this loss was unavoidable.

It could have been prevented, he keeps berating himself in his head. You should have tried harder.

His hands curl into fists at his sides as he passively watches Japan’s team celebrate their victory—their advancement on the world stage. Something he could have achieved; he should have achieved, had it not been for the plethora of mistakes that he realizes he’s made. How ironic, the game replaying in his head over and over like a broken record and pointing out every individual flaw in his actions. All while Japan seems to have had a perfect match.

The buzz intensifies until it makes him flinch. Beside that, there seems to be only him on the court—he’s alone, surrounded by his mistakes and failures, coming to bite at his ankles, crawling on his skin as if trying to grab him and pull him underground. Bury him in the rubble and remains of the empire he built from the ground up—only to be burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

A hand on his shoulder reminds him that he isn’t, in fact, alone. The shrill sound of the whistle rings in the air—and in his ears—and he’s dragged from the spot he’s been standing in since he jumped to block the last ball—

—the last ball.

It stares mockingly back at him, rolling aimlessly on the floor before a boy picks it up and places it in a cart. Tooru can’t blame the ball. The only person to blame here is himself, for doing too many things and nothing at all at the same time. He’s pulled out of his thoughts by his captain patting his back.

Tooru shakes Wakatoshi’s hand—not like he has a choice. He bows politely to show his respect, but every movement is stiff and robotic. He doesn’t talk, not a single word; he doesn’t trust his voice. He feels like bursting when he has to shake Tobio’s, but he manages. Hajime throws him a sympathetic look, and he blinks—he never asked for sympathy.

He never asked for pity.

Thanking the audience—his fans—for the support feels like a walk of shame. He would have been happy to sign cards and posters, maybe even take a few photos, but now he brushes past everyone in an attempt to get to the locker room as fast as humanly possible. The idea of people seeing him, seeing his mistakes, taking pity on him, it makes bile rise in his throat. Nobody understands what happened to his usual, cheerful demeanor. But nobody understands how much effort he’s put into this—blood, sweat, tears, opportunities taken and ignored, all nighters, years of crafting and refining and perfecting his technique—and for what? It feels like everything has been in vain. A waste of time, of energy, of resources.

Maybe volleyball wasn’t for him. Maybe it has never been for him in the first place.

But now he’s here; defeated. His dream is crushed, his ambition trampled, his motivation vanished into thin air.

Pathetic.

The shirt feels tight on him, or maybe that’s his chest constricting while he tries not to cry just yet.

Oikawa Tooru is a coward.

Or, at least, that’s how he feels when he announces his retirement at only 28 years old, after barely playing professionally. His Olympic course was atrocious and he wants nothing more to do with volleyball. Not after the biggest fuck up of his life, not after wasting so many and so much on it.

You watch him engross himself in old games—where everything was fine. Where he was the victor, and his time and life hadn’t been wasted and carelessly thrown away. He observes his form, his footwork, his breathing, and compares it with the last match of his career. He mutters, writing in a ragged notebook, ripping off pages and roughly scribbling over things that don’t seem to fit his taste.

He hasn’t been eating, which was a cause of a lot of concern to you, but when he gets into things like this, he won’t hear you. Sometimes you ask yourself if he even wants to hear you—or if he just ignores you on purpose. After all, you did encourage him to take opportunities and stay late to practice, to expend more energy on an inevitable failure.

Sometimes you think it might be your fault, but you push the thought away to focus on him. For you, love has always been a choice—a mutual choice. You choose to love him, and he chooses to love you, each day. You know, deep down, that he still loves you. He will never stop loving you, not with the way he clings onto your arm when you help him bathe or how he blinks slowly, trying to understand where he is, the ghost of a smile on his lips at the sight of your face.

He’s still your Tooru. He just needs to wake up from his slumber.

Three weeks pass by painfully slowly, but they do. You’ve created a little routine for yourself—and, subsequently, for Tooru. You check on him when you wake up, having gotten used to the cold side of his bed. You know he’s on the couch, either passed out from exhaustion or still watching his games. Then comes breakfast, where you place a light meal on the coffee table, knowing his stomach will demand food, while you go about your day. Neither of you speak a word; not because you don’t want to, but because the silence has become comfortable. The tension you’ve felt before, almost dripping off of his shoulders in the first few days after his defeat (and again after the announcement of his retirement), is just a faint memory in the back of your head.

He hasn’t snapped at you in a few days either—which is quite the improvement, as opposed to the way he’d almost slap your hand away from him when you wanted to make sure he’s comfortable, right after everything went down. So you’re grateful—a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

Yet, he doesn’t understand why.

Surely, him being an asshole and snapping at you for wanting to help, pushing you away and everything he has done since that one last game ended, would determine a normal person to leave, right? They’d get fed up with his attitude, pack their bags and leave him—alone and undeserving, as he’s been thinking of himself over the weeks.

Weak, ungrateful and useless, a burden; one might even call him a brat.

And you remain.

Everything clicks in place when he wakes up one morning, surrounded by warmth and softness—he’s in your shared bed, a place he hasn’t touched in four weeks. Four full, horrific weeks that you had to spend all alone in this giant bed. He can’t even begin to fathom your pain. And he’s the cause of it.

The guilt eats him alive.

You’re in your usual spot at the kitchen table, reading a book you’ve grabbed from the shelf on your way there. You’re oddly calm, Tooru thinks, but then again—you’re obviously tired. There’s so much energy someone can expend while taking care of another… Emotional, mental and physical.

He calls your name softly.

The sound is foreign, after all this time in silence—when only the door hinges and gently clacking mugs filled the house—but it’s warm. Familiar, even. He remembers why he loves your name so much.

He calls your name again, just as soft as the first time.

Another reminder as to why he loves your name—and you—is the smile blooming on your lips. That’s… He missed it. It feels like his dark, dull grey world brightened. A splash of color, the delicate touch of a butterfly. River rock skipping. A soft tune hummed in the car, on your way back from Okinawa.

Tooru sits down as you place the book on the table.

“I’m sorry.”

His first words in weeks are an apology. He doesn’t know what exactly he is apologizing for, but he does. There’s so much he has to apologize for, now that he thinks about it.

“Don’t be. I understand.” Your voice is soft—softer than he remembers. Maybe because you haven’t used it much lately? Or because you’re afraid he’ll jump out of his seat and stomp his way back into the bedroom to lock himself in there if you so much as raise your tone one decibel too high. He cringes.

This is his fault, too.

“I don’t get it,” he mutters. “I’ve been an absolute bitch to you for four weeks. And that’s… That’s a lot of time. A whole lot of time. And any other person would have left. You know… Pack their things, grab a cab, throw a few insults on their way out and just… Poof.”

You giggle. His heart clenches painfully in his chest, thinking about how he stripped the world of your joy, because he was selfish.

“Yes, well, I’m not just any person. I’m your spouse, Tooru. We promised each other—through sickness and health, through good times and bad, remember?”

He does. And he’s ashamed he couldn’t keep his side of the promise. “Even so! You had every right to be mad at me. To, I don’t know, lash out? I know it has been hard and—” He takes a deep breath, tears gathering on his waterline and making his eyes sting. “And I’ve only made it worse. It’s been… It’s been four weeks. Where I left you… Alone. You had to care for me like I was handicapped.”

“And I did it. Because I love you.”

“I don’t deserve your love. Not after what I’ve put you through.”

“No, Tooru. You’re wrong.” The conviction in your voice—because you know you’re right about this—takes him by surprise. “You deserve to be loved, now more than ever before. I told you, love is a mutual choice. Every day, I choose you.” You smile again, and for a brief second Tooru thinks this might all be a dream. “And I know, even if you didn’t say or show it, that you chose me too.”

There’s a beat of silence, where Tooru carefully considers his next words. “I did.”

“And we made it work. It was certainly difficult at first,” you joke, perpetually serene even in your fatigue. “But I couldn’t abandon you. Not after all we’ve been through. Because I love you too much to do such a cruel thing.”

That’s something Tooru has always admired in you—your resilience (or stubbornness, he’s not sure). You stuck to your devices, as if knowing better than those around you. He’s sure the gossip about him might have become too much to bear at some point.

He moves before he can think.

It’s not much; just the tender touch of his hand on top of yours. But it’s definitely a start.

A small victory; but a victory nonetheless.

“I love you too,” he finally whispers, letting the tears finally flow, releasing the burden he’s been unnecessarily carrying over the past weeks. Tooru feels lighter, as if he can finally breathe—and when he looks at you, he’s almost blinded by the sight of your smile—bright, like the sun. His sun. “I’ll be better. For you; for us. I promise.”

“Mr. Oikawa, can you tell us what made you change your mind about declining any and all interviews after your official retirement announcement?”

Tooru chuckes, his trademark, boyish grin adorning his freckled face. “My spouse. If there’s one person on this earth that can sway my will, it’s my spouse.”

“You seem to love them quite a lot.”

“That would be an understatement, honestly. They’ve been through so much—actually, I put them through so much—that ‘love’ is a weak word to describe my feelings. It’s…” He hesitates for a second, humming, before he snorts. “They bring out the best in me. And I cannot be grateful enough for what they have done so far for me. I just hope I can repay their kindness, dedication and love in full, in this life or the next one.”

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scribblestatic · 4 months

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Chubby Boy vs Gremlin Bomb Part 2

(blanket warning for possible fat shaming...ah

and injury description time)

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"Bakugou?! Tell me what's happening!!" Tenya yells into the com after hearing explosions down below.

Did he encounter Midoriya-kun? Or was he fighting with Hagakure-san?

["Shut up and keep guarding! I'm really pissed off right now!"]

"Since when did I ask about your feelings?! Hey!"

But there's no response. There's not even any background noises. Tenya realizes then that Bakugou hung up on him, shutting off their com connection.

He huffs, irritated, but it's not as though he never expected this to happen. Bakugou's attack would make sense to try and target the person you think is weaker. But he knows that's not exactly the reason he left. So, despite being a temporary acting villain, he can't help but hope Midoriya-kun lasts it out.

Well, with that out of the way, he has to focus on Hagakure-san making her way there. Because of her invisibility, it would be incredibly difficult to tell where she is. Still, there's boxes and such in the room, so he'll move those things out of the way.

The cleaner the room, the easier it will be for him to find her...

Probably.

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Izuku is, compared to some other people, not the fastest person in the world. He can run fairly quickly back and forth, but side to side movements tend to be more difficult for him. If he thinks about it in game mechanics, he runs, to an extent, on tank controls.

To make up for reduced bodily mobility, he reduces the amount he has to move in the first place. He uses the shield as Kacchan continues his assault, blocking increasingly heavy blows. The room begins to smell like burnt dirt and caramel, the walls trembling at times from how many explosions he does.

Aren't they supposed to be protecting a bomb? Wouldn't these explosions potentially set it off?

But, of course, Bakugou's thoughts aren't quite on the assignment. He's made one of his own:

To bury him under the building and ensure he wouldn't get up again.

"You!! And!! This!! Fuckin'!! Shield!!"

Kacchan suddenly jumps up, running off the walls and flying over his head in the tall hallway. If he tried to turn around, he wouldn't be fast enough.

With a quick glance, instead of turning, he crouches and rolls forward, using the shield to protect his arms against the debris on the ground. It's apparently a good decision as another explosion goes off just behind him.

After rolling, he turns, shield out front again as he peeks around it.

Kacchan growls, running forward to keep attacking.

But if he keeps this up, the building's structure could be in danger...

So, Izuku turns back around, quickly attaching his shield to his back.

And although he knows he's slower, he starts running back toward the stairs. The best thing he can do right now is make sure that no theoretical person would get blown up because of all the tremors.

"Yeah, this is the you I know best! The one that should be running the fuck away!"

The insults never stop hurting, but right now, he doesn't feel the need to defend himself. Instead, he needs to give Hagakure-chan the best chance of either capturing Iida or capturing the bomb.

Maybe his actions look cowardly, but the goal isn't necessarily to look the best. The goal is to win.

--- ---

Tooru is having so much fun!

Given, the whole thing with, errh...Bakugou? Yeah. The thing with Bakugou seems really uncool, but Midori-kun said he wanted to take care of it. In the meantime, she's being extra stealthy!

Speaking of which, Midori-kun is super cool, too! She still wonders how on earth she hadn't ever thought that her quirk was to reflect things rather than invisibility when the things she put in her mouth didn't show to the outside world. Anything inside her body wasn't visible to others.

While it does mean she's definitely brushing her teeth right after everything's done -- the tape and a few other things she decided to put in her mouth do not taste good -- she's also ecstatic.

Midori-kun's also super smart. Just as he suspected, she finds Ii-kun in a large room in the middle of the fourth floor. Hiding just outside the room, she peers around, looking for anything to hide behind. There's a bunch of pillars, but all the boxes and such have been placed against a wall. She can't use those...unless...

She steps a bit away from the entrance to the room, then spits out the haul in her mouth:

Capture tape, her ear com, and a few concrete rocks from the walls Baku-kun exploded. She's so glad she cleaned her ears, otherwise the ear com in her mouth would be torture.

Briefly, she puts it in, and she keeps her voice low as it sparks to life. Seems the thing's spitproof. Perfect.

"4 mid," she murmurs. "Over."

The other side of the com is filled with explosions and expletives.

["Roger! BC! DNC! Over!"]

"Yuh. Over."

His com doesn't turn off, but she silences it so it won't make sounds in her mouth. Then, she puffs her cheeks out as she starts filling them, hoping the few concrete stones she'd picked up would be enough.

They'd planned a few codes, including verbal and visual cues. BC'd stood for "Bakugou Captured" (which, WHOA, good job, Midori-kun!!) and DNC stood for "Divert and Capture," so she had free range on her target. Whether she chooses the bomb or Ii-kun, they'll win.

She feels herself get pumped, knowing it's up to her. Though...judging from the explosions she can still hear downstairs, despite being captured, Ba-kun's cheating. Knowing this, she'll have to be quick.

Tooru carefully sneaks into the pillar-lined room, very used to hiding to snoop on others. Even though Ii-kun seems to be hyping himself up to be a villain -- which is utterly hilarious and she so wants to laugh, mind you -- she keeps quiet.

"Bakugou is naturally rotten, but that fits with this exercise... So, perhaps I should try to emulate the behavior of a villain. Yes... This is just another step to becoming a spectacular hero in the future! I must get into the mindset of a villain!"

Ii-kun turns around, his visible eye wide and villainous.

"I am now...quite evil!"

SHE REALLY WANTS TO LAUGH!!!

But she resists, keeping herself together. If anyone could see her face, they would see how forcefully stoic she is. She's proud of herself. Go Tooru-chan!

There are several pillars from up to down -- down being the entrance -- and left to right. Fewer L-R pillars (maybe six?...yes, six) than U-D ones (nine). She makes it all the way to the third pillar from the door close to the fourth and fifth ones near the bomb. The boxes Ii-kun moved around are close to the ninth pillar.

Ii-kun, in his determination to find her, paces around the bomb as he looks around in a way he believes looks menacing.

It should be easy to take him out of the game...but what if he notices her? He already suspects that she's at least nearby, or is prepared in case she gets close. So, it's likely best to try distracting him.

She slinks behind one of the pillars, silently pulling a rock out of her mouth. It tastes pretty bad, but she can deal with it. She's also pretty confident in her ability to throw, so if she tosses the rock toward the boxes, he'll likely think she's over there!

So, she rears her arm back and prepares to throw it--

Ah. But. Can't he just pick up the bomb and move it to another room? And since he has such a speedy quirk, he'll outrun her for sure.

But by the time she thinks of that, the rock has already left her hand, sailing in the air.

It's at a higher angle, so it won't hit the ground just yet.

She abruptly opens her mouth and lets the remaining rocks fall into her hands. Just as the rock she initially threw hits the ground and Ii-kun's head swivels quickly over, she runs full-tilt at him. She tosses her remaining rocks at his mask, toward the eye holes in his mask.

Now, Tooru can admit she doesn't have exceptionally many talents. But if there's two things she's good at, it's sneaking, and throwing. She was a pitcher on her middle school softball team, after all!

"Agck!"

He cries out, his left eye closing after being hit. Tooru quickly spits out the capture tape and pulls it open. She only has a few seconds to act quickly and wrap it around him!

But Ii-kun recovers quickly and he tries to look around. Thankfully, her gloves are still invisible, but he catches sight of the tape heading toward his leg.

His foot lifts, prepared to kick.

Aah...I'm in such a bad position right now! Tooru thinks warily, prepared for a very, very fast foot to the face.

However, Ii-kun hesitates.

He can't get into the villain mindset enough to kick her like that. While he's used to sparring with his family, he's not sure how much punishment she can take. She's still a stranger to him, but one who clearly isn't villainous and is aspiring for heroics, just like he is. Moreover, if he kicks her away at his usual speed, couldn't he very well snap her neck if he hits the wrong spot? She's invisible, so he can't tell where to aim.

Feeling the weight of his fellow classmate's life over his head, his leg stills.

That's enough.

He holds mostly steady as an invisible body collides with his leg. In mere moments, before he can move away, the capture tape wraps around his calf.

"Hah! Gotcha--"

Suddenly, a loud, almost deafening explosion.

The building shakes so severely that he almost loses balance. Tooru cries out in shock as she wraps her arms tighter around Iida's leg.

The floor starts to give out under him.

With his left eye stinging, he calls out.

"Hagakure-san! Jump up!"

"Ehh?! O-Okay!!"

He feels her weight leave his leg, arms and hands trying to find purchase around his chest armor. Immediately calculating what proportions he remembers her having, he grabs her around the waist and flees from the spot, no longer thinking of the papier mache bomb.

It falls through the floor, crumpling under the weight of more building as it, piece by piece, lost support. Due to the construction of the rest of the building, the part Tenya fled to didn't collapse, the rest of the floor holding up.

For a moment, they just stand there, shocked by the collapsed hole in the floor. Some sort of weight-bearing wall had been utterly destroyed, causing some of the floors upwards to fall apart. Tenya holds Tooru as they process what they're seeing, and they both snap to attention at the same time.

"Mii-kun!!"

"Hagakure-san, hold on!"

"Second floor!"

Immediately, still holding onto Tooru, Tenya jets from the room and heads toward the stairs. As she'd yelled, he heads directly for the second floor as quickly as he can, finding stairs and pathways that aren't destroyed.

--- ---

Izuku can't manage to get him to the first floor.

Try as he might, taking twists and turns to head toward those stairs, it's as if Kacchan reads his mind. Being unable to move as quickly, he has to try reducing as much damage as possible, both to himself and the building.

He manages to stay on his feet for the most part, only relying on rolls when necessary and using his shield to block Kacchan's persistent assault.

If it keeps up like this... Izuku thinks, glancing toward a crumbling wall.

He doesn't know a whole lot about construction work, but he does know what support walls are. One wrong explosion could take out a whole section of the building. He's been drawing Kacchan toward an exit of some kind, but it's slow-going.

But then, the explosions stop.

"You... You're goddamn annoying, you know that?"

Izuku peers from behind the shield, watching as Kacchan moves his shoulders, rolling them.

"You plod your weak ass to hero school, and this is the best you've got? You think you can just absorb a bunch of punches and that's that? Villains'll give up cause they get annoyed at you?"

Kacchan glares strongly at him, a grin spreading on his face.

"What do you take heroes for, asshole?"

"...I take them as protectors, Kacchan. That's what they've always been. And, if I can't fight, then... I'll protect. That's all I can do."

The two stand, staring off quietly.

"HAH." Kacchan eventually replies. "That's some beautiful bullshit, Deku."

He then raises his right arm.

"Well, since you always wanna shield someone..."

The hairs on the back of Izuku's neck stand on end immediately.

"Wait--Kaccha--!"

But he slides back a latch on his grenade-shaped gauntlet, sticking his pointer finger of his left hand into the pin hidden under it.

"Then try shielding from this!! If you don't get hit, you won't die!"

He pulls the pin.

And Izuku's vision lights up with bright white and yellow before he ducks, hiding his whole body behind the shield.

Even then, he still gets blown back, the force of the explosion lifting him off his feet. For a few seconds, he's airborne, his ears ringing as the wall behind him succumbs to the force, bursting outward. Through his gloves, his hands burn from the heat blown onto the shield, though not hot enough to get him to let go.

Then, he hits his back hard, gasping as he lands.

The change in lighting shows that, clearly, there's no more wall behind him. But there's also substantially less wall beside him than there should be. The support walls--

A loud creak sounds from above.

As quickly as possible, he rolls himself up and hides underneath the shield, steadying himself.

Then, with raucous cracking, piles of concrete from above break off from the other floors, breaking and sloughing off the steel beams. The pieces start falling around him, denting and cracking the ground below him. A very large slab lands on his shield, almost winding him from its sudden weight.

More pieces keep falling, and he can just barely hear the sound of someone's voice over the com, but he can't--

The floor under him gives way, unable to take both the burst damage and sudden onslaught of collapsing ceiling.

Izuku falls through the floor.

As he lands, a sharp, tearing, terrible pain rips through his left thigh and he screams. But he still holds his shield up as more weight piles on top of it.

...

As the dust settles, Katsuki coughs, his right shoulder smarting with the blowback from his grenade. Shit, those smartasses really managed to do it, but the pushback was pretty serious. He'd have to do better with his strength training.

Katsuki waves his left arm around, getting through the smoke as he grinned, waiting to see how terrified Deku would look. He purposefully aimed higher than necessary just so the quirkless bastard wouldn't take too bad of a hit.

He knows how sturdy the lardass is, the explosion wouldn't kill him. Plus, he stress-tested the fuck out of that dumbass shield.

He stomps forward confidently, seeing the light from outside shine into the building.

"What's the matter, Deku?! Too shocked to speak? Or did you manage to crawl away into some rat hole and--"

["SESSION HALTED!!"]

Instead of All Might telling him not to use the grenade in his ear com, it sounds out over the building, echoing from megaphones in the upper corners of the walls.

Katsuki stops, frowning.

"What the hell? Why are we--"

["Young Bakugou! Are you alright??"]

It's in his ear com this time, making him stiffen up. His aching right shoulder hurts more with the movement, irritating him.

"Yeah, I'm fuckin' fine! I told you I wouldn't kill him, didn't I?!"

But All Might doesn't respond immediately. It's quiet for a moment, so Katsuki continues forward to find out where Deku was hiding.

A few moments later, the No. 1 hero's voice returns.

["Young Bakugou, I cannot reach Young Midoriya! Confirm his status!"]

"Hah?? What the hell, I said I didn't hit him! He's right..."

But Katsuki trails off.

Because, had he not been carefully watching his feet, he would've stumbled into a gaping hole in the floor.

The...floor?

But he'd aimed upwards. Why was the floor damaged?

He gazes up, more dust and smoke settling as he starts to see the full extent of his explosion. As he does, his eyes widen, and a cold sweat starts budding at his hairline.

Katsuki knew enough support construction that he could roughly guess the parts needed to make his gauntlets. Of course, he gave the nerds the liberty to do what they otherwise wanted in order to improve the blast radius and speed. Since it's new to him, he figured he'd test the thing out at least once.

...Perhaps he'd underestimated the amount of force the thing could produce.

No... No, he for sure did.

He can see the ceiling of the fourth floor. And the floors weren't small, instead larger than usual, giving more ceiling space. So, he really shouldn't be seeing the ceiling of the fourth floor.

Except its floor collapsed.

His gaze returned the the hole in front of him, and that...

["Young Bakugou! I said to confirm Young Midoriya's status!"]

His eyes widened painfully, suddenly feeling very, very cold.

"Mii-kun!!"

That invisible girl and robot kid showed up, kicking up a dust cloud as they stopped in front of the hole. Katsuki doesn't look at them, staring down at the rubble piled on the first floor as numbness starts curling up from his fingers and toes.

"Oh my God--Midoriya-kun!!" she screams, and he hears her run off somewhere.

"All Might-sensei! We need emergency assistance now! Midoriya-kun is... He's somewhere under the rubble! I don't see him!" Robot Boy says to his com. He's quiet for a moment before he says, "Yes sir!" and dashes away.

All the while, he stands there, frozen.

...Did...

Did he just...?

#au post 11 #chubby deku au #static writes #static drabbles #mha au #bnha au

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lou-struck · 2 years

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Reflections

Tooru Oikawa x Reader

~ The house of mirrors may not be the most thrilling attraction at the theme park, but Oikawa just has to show you what he sees.

This is the first of many parts of my 300 followers event which you could find HERE. This event will be open for a bit longer if you want to check it out and make a request!!

You are out of breath as the coaster you were riding on comes to a stop in its launch pad. Craning your neck, you are just barely able to make out your boyfriend's figure in the seat next to you. His chest heaving in exhaustion from the thrill of it all.

The heavy safety bar finally gets released by the staff and Tooru helps you out of the car. Giggling like children you rush forward to see what your ride photos look like. After scanning the several panels you find the one with the two of you.

As usual Tooru Oikawa looks absolutely perfect, even against the wind there is not a hair out of place, he’s even giving the camera a playful wink. Curious as to how your picture turned out you turn your gaze to your picture.

To say you don’t look great is an understatement. Your face is twisted between a scream and a cry as your hair flies in every direction.

Long arms wrap around you as you hear his playful voice over you shoulder. “We are so cute y/n, I wanna keep this forever” he coos snapping a picture of the screen with his cell phone.

“You only want it because you look great Tooru.” you groan with a shake of your head. Not wanting to be plauged with the unflattering image, you step away and let others see their own pictures on the screen.

A group of young women come gigging up to the screen and notice your picture in the search for their own. Their hushed whispers aren't exactly hushed as you hear what the topic of their conversation is.

“Oh wow, that guy is so hot,” one says pointing out Tooru. You couldn't tell from where you were but you were at least eighty percent sure her pupils took the shape of hearts.

Hearing this, you smile to yourself, Tooru usually attracts this kind of attention, especially now that he is a professional athlete. But what throws you off guard is what her friend says next.

“Eww, what is someone like him doing with a thing like that?” she scoffs pointing at your less-than-stellar image. “They must be loaded if he is here willingly.” The group bursts out laughing not noticing that you are literally right behind them.

Ouch… that stung a bit. Actually, it stung a lot.

You are accustomed to the jealous whispers that come with dating Tooru Oikawa, but for a complete stranger to say something about you so unprompted like that just pushes you a bit too far. Your face falls as you begin to walk away.

“Wait, come with me.” Tooru says softly grabbing your hand and leading you away from the crowd. He mustve heard what they said about you too. Your face feels likes its about to boil over from the shame and embarrassment that you are feeling while his vice like grip on your wrist makes escape impossible. He leads you through the park until you get to the house of mirrors.

“What are we doing here?” you ask wondering how looking at distorted reflections of yourself would improve your self image.

“You’ll see,” he says mischevioulsy leading you further into the building. Looking around yousee the first room is covered wall to wall in mirrors. Taking a step forward you are jerked backwards suddenly by your boyfriend. You shoot him a glare as you gently rub your wrist.

“Oops, sorry about that, that was a bit rough he says taking his hand and knocking on the glass you almost walked into.

“This place is gonna kill me you shudder looking down at the marked path on the floor that is supposed to guid you through the attraction.

“Not if I have anything to say about it “ he laughs guiding you down the walkway making sure you dont break your nose on any more panels.

Finally, you get to the end of the last room, the glass and the illusions thin out to show only a few distinct mirrors .frames in bright colors

“Take a look around you,” tooru says pointing at the mirrors. They are warped and elongated but the images of the two of you are reflected back at you.

“Wow,” you chuckle, your laughter not meeting your eyes “We look amazing.”

“No, its more than that he says pulling you close and pointing to the mirror in front of you, your images are twisted and slightly green. “You look beautiful in this one, he says pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead.

“And this one,” he says pointing to one in which you look like human bobble heads.

“ And especially this one,” he says, his face painted with mock serousness.

Your gaze lands on the mirror and you burst out laughing. Your figure is stretched to the ceiling while Tooru’s is shrunken down to look like a tackle dummy.

“Okay okay, I get it.” you laugh wiping a stray tear from your eye.

“As you should,” he says pulling you in and peppering your face with a few extra kisses “besides, I think you're rather cute.”

“Thanks, Tooru,” you hum giving him a kiss of your own before pulling back and looking around uncomfortably.

“But could we please get out of here, the mirrors are starting to freak me out alittle bit,” you say.

“Anything for my Cutie,” he laughs taking your hand once more. With a smile, the two of you go out to enjoy more of what the amusement park has to offer.

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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when their teammate has a crush on you

characters: kageyama, kenma, oikawa, tanaka

warnings: nothing, just some pouty boys and possessiveness

notes: i stumbled upon @kageyuji‘s take on this while i was writing! so i thought i might as well give them a shoutout!

kageyama:

you already know this boy speaks up with no shame

and he will glare at anyone who gets in his way or on his nerves, especially when they do anything to you

so when hinata doesn’t even try to hide that he likes you, saying boldly “well why should i lie?”

you could only imagine the rage that kageyama is feeling

he doesn’t even want you in the same room as hinata sjkdfghsdj

he will pick either you or hinata up and take you away, depending on the situation

or he’ll take hinata’s face in his hand and just throw him away

but the boy always bounces right back, somehow unharmed and you’re grateful for that

but anyway it’s not that hinata is necessarily trying to break the two of you up, it’s more that he’s genuinely confused as to why you’re with kageyama

“how could you possibly like this bully? is there something wrong with you?”

he got chased by kageyama immediately after saying that––

your eyes widened as you saw a flash of orange jump in front of you as you walked towards the gym, ready to meet kageyama to go home. “y/n! y/n! could you please throw some balls for us?! yachi had to go home but we really wanna practice some more!”

you stepped back and your boyfriend came out of nowhere, practically smacking the other boy out of the air, leaving him to crouch on the ground, clutching the top of his head as he scowled at the dark-haired boy. “calm down you idiot! y/n doesn’t have to if they don’t want to! they’re probably tired anyway and just wanna go home.” he turned to you and gave you a small smile. “you wanna go?”

you looked between the two. “i mean...i can help you guys practice for a little bit.”

the other boy sprung up again. “oh! thank you! thank you!”

your boyfriend bowed his head quickly. “thank you.”

you smiled up at him and he felt his cheeks redden. “of course, tobio.” a smile spread on his face as well but it was short-lived as hinata spoke up, suddenly inches away from the two of you.

“what’s up with your face? why do you look like that?”

kageyama scowled down at him. “nothing’s wrong with my face! what’s wrong with your face?!”

“why are you yelling at me?!” hinata turned to you, “he’s so mean! how are you with him?” he looked down and mumbled to himself, “i wouldn’t treat you like this...”

kageyama’s eyes widened with rage. “what was that?!”

“n––nothing!” the smaller boy backed up, eyes wide with fear.

“you know what? we’re leaving.” kageyama stormed into the gym and quickly got his things, ignoring hinata’s pleas.

“aw what? why?! come on kageyama!” he turned to you, “y/n please––”

suddenly you were facing your boyfriend’s back as he stood in front of you to glare at the other boy. “don’t even think about it. we’re done for today.” he turned to you and grabbed your hand, tightening his hold when you waved goodbye to a pouting hinata.

when you were almost off the premises you looked up at kageyama. “you know you’re kinda hot when you’re jealous,” you smirked up at him and he stuttered in shock.

“what–i–you––”

you laughed and kissed the back of his hand softly, immediately giving him a nosebleed. you handed him a tissue which he gratefully took, glaring at you weakly.

“you know i’m yours, right?”

he swallowed and blinked a couple times before nodding once.

“then you have nothing to worry about, okay?”

he started muttering to himself, the only words you could make out being “idiot” and “dumbass”. you placed your hands on his cheeks and he stopped and looked down at you, eyes wide.

“okay, tobio?”

he nodded. “okay.” he paused. “but that doesn’t mean i’m going to be nicer to that idiot––”

you laughed. “yeah baby, i know.”

kenma:

let’s say you’d been dating kenma for a while now, a little lowkey

and everything is fine, everything is going really well

kenma likes it when you hang around the team, the team likes you

you’re like a part of the squad

and kenma’s feeling great about it

until lev comes along––

kenma already doesn’t like this boy, he doesn’t even know how to hit a ball properly––

but when kenma notices the way the tall boy blatantly stares at you during practice, the way he always tries to butt into your conversations and show off to you...

kenma’s practically radiating angry chihuahua energy, the air around him red and he looks like he’s two seconds away from biting––

if lev interrupts your convo w him sometimes he’d just stare at the boy deadpanned and go back to his conversation with you, “anyway–”

or he’d take your hand and lead you away

or he’d literally just say “go away, lev.” and the poor boy would just pout and whine, “aww what? why?”

one time lev tried to tag along on one of your dates and you had to step in front of kenma so he wouldn’t kick the boy in the shins or something

lev really wasn’t trying to do any harm, he was just a big lanky puppy who had a little crush on you

but still, kenma wasn’t having any of that

kuroo leaned on the wall next to where kenma was leaning against it, sipping his water during their ten minute break. he smirked down at his friend teasingly, “so what are you gonna do about your new competition?”

kenma wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, putting the bottle on the floor as he practically snarled. “shut up.”

“woah,” kuroo smiled, raising his hands up in mock surrender. “put your claws away, man. i’m just asking.”

kenma simply grumbled in response, making his friend laugh.

“well you should think fast cause it looks like he’s getting real close to y/n right now––”

kenma’s head snapped up immediately and his jaw clenched when he took in the sight across the gym. lev was lying on the bench, practically half his body folded, his legs bent on the ground, his head on your lap, his eyes closed.

kenma huffed and stomped over to you two, some of his other teammates jumping out of his way when they felt the almost deadly aura around him. he stopped right in front of you and you looked up at him.

he blinked. “why is lev on you?”

you shrugged, “he said his head was hurting and then just plopped his head in my lap.”

said boy finally opened his eyes and perked up, “oh hi kenma! my head’s been hurting from all this hard practice so i thought i’d rest a bit.”

your boyfriend’s eye twitched. “on y/n?”

“yeah!” the boy smiled, somehow completely oblivious to the setter’s rage. “they’re real soft, you know––”

“yes.” kenma interrupted, blunt as ever. “i know.”

noticing the increasing tension, you spoke up. “hey lev?” he looked at you happily. “your head’s feeling better now, right?”

“well i guess so...”

“maybe you should go get some water and some fresh air then, yeah?”

he pouted, “but maybe i should stay for just a little longer–” kenma was about to pop a blood vessel.

“trust me,” you guided him up gently. “this is what’s best for your health.”

as soon as he agreed and walked away from you, you looked up at your boyfriend with a smile on your face and pat your thighs. he eagerly took lev’s place and looked up at you with a furrow in his brows that you were quick to smooth out with your thumb, smiling when he visibly melted at your touch. you ran your fingers through his scalp to calm him down and he purred, leaning into your hands.

“stupid lev...” he mumbled to himself and you laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead, making him blush immediately.

“you have nothing to worry about, okay? i’m yours.”

he blinked, trying to calm his heartbeat, a small smile on his face. “good.”

oikawa:

alright let’s switch things up a lil bit and mention someone i’ve personally like never seen mentioned in this scenario

let’s say mad dog likes you

oh boy

so at first oikawa thinks he’s seeing things

but once he notices how kyoutani opens the door for you, the way his eyes linger on you a little more when you come to practices or to the games, the way he gives you a small smile every now and then––

kyoutani doesn’t smile for anybody!!––

oikawa’s eyes narrow and he gets a bad feeling in his gut

otherwise known as jealousy

now he knows you’d never leave him or anything like that, but the fact that you start getting closer to the walking time bomb and you become the only other person that he listens to besides iwaizumi––

oikawa doesn’t like that at all

he’d get all pouty and would literally drag you away from your conversations with the younger boy, almost whimpering when he glares and practically growls at him

“where is y/n-chan??” oikawa asked to no one in particular, his hands on his hips.

kindaichi stopped and picked up one of the stray balls on the floor, “oh i saw y/n outside with kyoutani.”

“what?!” oikawa pracitcally shrieked, making the younger boy jump. he mumbled to himself, “i swear we need to get mad dog a collar with bells on it––” he stomped over to where the two of you were, a strained smile on his face as he noticed you laughing, kyoutani’s cheeks slightly pink.

“well what do we have here?” he said forceful but cheerful.

you looked to your boyfriend with a smile and kyoutani simply glared at him, but then again, that was just his face. “oh we were just getting some fresh air. are you done practicing your serves?”

“i sure am.” he smiled, pulling you close to him by your waist and pressing an obnoxiously loud and wet kiss to your cheek which you immediately wiped off with a grimace, which he did not appreciate. “y/n-chan!” he whined, “that’s not very nice!”

“well don’t make it so wet next time,” you rolled your eyes.

noticing the other boy still hadn’t made a move to leave, your boyfriend spoke up. “shouldn’t you be leaving now, mad dog?”

you smacked his chest and he yelped. “don’t be so rude, tooru. he was keeping me company while you did your extra practice, you know.”

he pouted and looked to the ground.

“i should be getting home, anyway.” the blond spoke up gruffly. his eyes softened almost imperceptibly as he looked at you. “see you, y/n.”

you smiled, “bye kyou.”

“bye mad-dog!” your boyfriend practically sang, as he looked over his shoulder at the boy leaving. he turned back to you and you pursed your lips at his behavior, making his shoulders droop in shame.

“you’re such a big baby, you know that?” although you insulted him, your voice was soft and he couldn’t help but smile at the way you cooed at him, your hands holding his cheeks. “but you’re my baby, okay? stop worrying so much about kyoutani.”

he nodded. “okay...” his eyes widened hopefully, “can i get a kiss please?”

you smiled and shook your head, before leaning in. he really was a baby sometimes.

tanaka:

you already know this boy is loud

and he likes to show off what’s his because he’s just so proud that you’re his and he loves to fawn over you

so he’ll always have a hand on you, an arm around you and he’ll always shower you in compliments whenever he sees you

a total simp

and that’s just in general

so when his friend likes you ??? bruh

let’s just say nishinoya thinks you’re kinda cute,,, okay really cute and his crush only (unwillingly) grew for you after you started dating tanaka and hanging out with them all the time

he’d be really excited whenever you were around, a pink tint covering his cheeks, a smile glued to his face

he’d try to show off during practice and games, looking to you after he lands a successful rolling thunder

and tanaka would be growling in the corner sdfghj

he’d literally try to one up his friend immediately and would scream to you in the stands “I LOVE YOU BABY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!!”

after they win he’d pull you into a crushing hug and give you loud kisses all over your face

he’d do the most and then he’d smile all smug making sure everyone including nishinoya saw

you laughed as noya jumped several feet in the air to high five you after winning their game, a bright smile on his face. “did you see that last receive i did y/n? did you?”

you nodded, laughing. “yes i did noya, it was really impressive.”

his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waved you off. “ah it wasn’t all that...it was pretty good though, huh?”

before you could respond, you saw a flash of movement in front of you before you were suddenly being hoisted into the air. you gasped and wrapped your arms and legs around your boyfriend, “ryu!––”

“hey baby!” he practically yelled, smiling up at you and not so subtly walking away from his best friend with you in his arms. “did you see me hit that last spike? your man looked pretty good out there, huh? better than everyone else right?”

daichi who was walking by the two of you quickly hit the back of tanaka’s head in warning, hearing his words. “watch it––”

tanaka turned his head, “uh i mean you looked great too captain! couldn’t have done this without you––”

“yeah yeah,” he walked away, rolling his eyes and you laughed yet again, grabbing your boyfriend’s attention.

he looked up at you with wide eyes, squeezing his arms around you tighter and you smiled, putting your hand on his cheek. he nuzzled into your touch softly and you pressed a kiss to his lips, making him blush immediately. “of course i was watching you, and yes you looked very very good out there. i’m so proud of you.”

he smiled wide but tried to act oblivious when you went on, “you know you kinda interrupted my conversation earlier with––”

“well anyway! i think we should get going now--” he spoke far too loud, walking faster from the gym, making you shake your head at his adorably possessive behavior.

you leaned your head on his shoulder fondly, “you know you can be ridiculous sometimes ryu...”

he huffed quietly, “well you still love me right?”

you smiled. “always.”

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kageyuji · 3 years

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interrupting him with a kiss

⤷ bokuto, atsumu, suna, oikawa ; [gn!reader]

warnings/genre: fluff, surprise kissing(?), friends to lovers if you squint,

notes: reblogs help me tons!! so pls reblog if you enjoyed :D

━━ BOKUTO

*incoherent noises*

he stands there for a solid thirty seconds processing what is happening

and then he’s smiling, letting out a dramatic whine when you eventually pull away

he’s such a flustered mess about it, not trying to hide it in the slightest

yes, you make his head like tv static, but he wants you to know that !!!

10000/10 his melting and he has no shame

he has a habit of rambling, but it amplifies around you.

he’s never been the particularly anxious type, but around you he can’t... think. which leads do a lot of run-on sentences, stories without endings or meanings, so on and so forth.

akaashi had given you the idea, and you were opposed to it at first, but you slowly began to consider it. bokuto’s best friend was telling you to do it after all; you had a feeling akaashi knew more about bokuto’s feelings than you did.

it happened quickly. you had to do it on impulse, one movement and then it was too late for you to turn back. and your heart dropped when you saw his reaction.

or rather... his lack of a reaction.

and then he was returning the kiss, despite the smile spreading across his lips. he’d barely had time to bring his hand up to your cheek before you were pulling away though.

a mischievous smile was painted onto your face, his over-dramaticized groan only spreading it wider.

“so...” he started, dropping his pout and replacing it with a smile. you could see the red tint to his cheeks, he hardly ever this nervous.

“so...” you responded.

“can we do that again?”

━━ ATSUMU

atsumu.exe has stopped working

he wants to act all smug about it but he can’t,,, he’s not very good at hiding how he’s feeling at the moment

he’s stuttering out words that you can’t really make out — you think they’re words, anyway, they might just be noises of surprise

give him a moment to recover pls

you aren’t sure at what point you decided to take him up on his offer, but if he was being so generous, you weren’t about to refuse. he’d teased you, telling you how if you wanted him to shut up, just kiss him.

he didn’t think you actually would.

at least, not until you sighed and pulled him closer by his shirt collar and not until your lips were actually on his.

he was then struck with the realization that he didn’t actually know how to kiss someone well. if he would have known his words would be taken to heart, he might’ve thought about it a bit more.

and then your lips had left him and he didn’t get a chance. his head was stilling spinning from that alone though, his thoughts tied in knots.

he was smiling now, red to the tips of his ears.

you felt reassured at that, though a little discouraged by how he froze up. his mouth opened and closed once or twice, him taking in air as though he was about to say something, and then stopping.

eventually he cleared his throat. he figured he had to look you in the eyes now, so he did, but couldn’t help himself as he smiled wider.

“the next time you want me to shut up you can just do that again.”

“it seemed affective, i’ll think about it.”

━━ SUNA

he’s fine. he’s calm. totally calm. everything is alright. it’s perfectly ok.

he tells himself, as the sirens are going off in his head

doesn’t really know how to respond bc “what is happening 😀 huh” is the only thing going through his head in that moment

he’s so mf nonchalant about it after though ??

on the inside he’s all over the place but he doesn’t show that

you were sure that if he reacted badly, you could play it off as a joke and apologize for overstepping boundaries.

but you had a good feeling about this — any other time, you might have been insecure but suna flirting with you far too much to have platonic feelings about you.

and honestly, right now you weren’t keeping up with what he was saying.

maybe that was wrong. but you couldn’t help it; not when you were thinking about kissing him. and definitely not whenever he had that smirk on his lips.

and then you were stepping closer to him, putting your hand on his neck to pull him closer to you, placing your lips on his. it was probably only a few seconds that went by, but — as cheesy as it sounded — time seemed to slow down.

it took him a few moments to regain clarity, but then you felt his lips curl into a smile.

and then he was moving to whisper her in your ear. that alone sent shivers up your spine, though you would never admit that to him. he’d tease you about it until the end of time.

“y’know if you wanted to kiss me, you should have done that a long time ago.”

━━ OIKAWA

what is running through his mind and what he acts like are two very different things

he’s going to act cocky and like it gave him an ego boost

but in reality he can’t think straight — there too many questions and thoughts in his mind, and they’re all jumbled together. then there’s the surprise and happiness, tangled in between.

it all mixed together couldn’t equal anything close to a coherent thought

pretty boy oikawa tooru; that was a name you’d given him a long time ago.

it was meant to be teasing, but after a while you began to notice the effect it had on him. the way his face heated up, how he couldn’t look at you in the eyes for a moment, it was all obvious.

and now you decided to believe that it wasn’t all in your mind. because by now you were at your limit with him calling you petnames.

they were teasing and (you assumed) platonic, but surely by now he had to notice the effect those had on you.

“y/n!” he called your name and began walking over to you.

it was impulsive. purely impulsive. but you did it anyway, and before you’d processed your lips on his or your hand grabbing his shirt collar, you’d pulled away.

he stood there for a moment, froze. he blinked a few times, shook his head, then looked over to you. your heart dropped a little. then he was smiling, his face was reddening.

he sputtered out a few incoherent noises before he final could speak again. “you probably should have done that a long time ago, not that i’m complaining about being called ‘pretty boy’.”

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maizumis · 3 years

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hiii so I have a request :) I read the one where hq boys catch you staring at their bootayyy but what if you catch them staring at yours? could you write them with suna, iwa, atsumu and oikawa? ty :))

—CATCHING THE HAIKYUU BOYS STARING YOUR ASS

ft. timeskip!suna rintarō, iwaizumi hajime, miya atsumu, oikaw tooru, bokuto kōtarō

note: fem reader, suggestive ❗ omg yes, I would like them to slap my ass everyday <3 kinda sad they are not real :(

❦ SUNA maybe bought you a pair of shorts that were a little tighter than usual, for you, it was an honest mistake; for him, a good display of your ass “i don't think this fits me rin” he watched you from the front, the shorts rolling up a little into your hips “let me see the back” and god, mans took his phone and snapped a quick photo of you, new wallpaper for him “rin are you done—? you know, you can just tell me you like my ass” you weren't dumb, his eyes were straight on your butt and when you talked he just pulled you by the waist to his lap “then, I really like you ass, let me feel it now”

❦ IWAIZUMI got ready for the little highschool hangout tooru was hosting at his house, he moved to the bedroom to find you staring at your outfit, that pretty red dress he gave you for christmas last year, that hugged your hips the perfect way “its look good, right haji��?” you asked him in hopes for an answer, only to receive his silence; from the reflect of the mirror you could clearly see that his eyes were fixated on you butt cheeks, he was smirking bit that faint blush on his face didn't go unnoticed by you “well— I'm gonna take that as a yes hajime, let's go”

❦ ATSUMU woke up to see you making breakfast in a tank top and his boxers, blood running to his cheeks at the mere thought of what he could do to you right now “morning tsumu, you wanna eat here? or the bed?” i wanna eat you he thought while looking how the underwear fabric accentuated the slight curve of you butt “tsumu? morning?” your voice brought him down back to earth, walking towards your figure to slap your butt cheeks with force and then massaging the flesh that he caught on his hand “rather eat you out, doll”

❦ OIKAWA has no shame when it comes to your body, he will let you know in every single way he would kill to have you on top of him every single hour of the day and today was no different, you were doing yoga in the middle of the living room and those leggings left almost nothing to his imagination, he just silently sat beside you and watched all the positions you were doing, taking mental note for um– other purposes “so tooru– you can take a picture if you want” he took out his phone and quickly took a photo of the display in front of him “really? thanks amor, I'm gonna make this my next lockscreen”

❦ BOKUTO is not very subtle when it comes to you— he can't just look and say nothing, he needs to vocalize every single one of his thoughts and needs to make sure you understand how hot you look, maybe that's why he just told you “turn around, wanna see that ass babe!” when you were showing him a next cute set for the gym, he never told you but those cute, little, tight outfits made the workouts ten times better, specially when it came to squads “perfect baby, you look smoking hot!” he walked past you, landing a hard slap on your butt cheek that made you jump forwards “wear that for our next gym date!”

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sukirichi · 3 years

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[ DUSK ‘TILL DAWN : 002 ]

“we who bear the burden of the crown do not need to love. you only need to stay here, with me, in power, in greed, in lust – in victory.”

c/w. fem! reader. modern royal au. arranged marriage. enemies to lovers. toxic characters. profanity. toxic relationships. slight angst. unedited bcos we go down like brave souls. long dialogues are split into chunks so it’s not too hard to read.

pairing. suna x reader. sakusa x reader. oikawa x reader

notes. reblogs / feedbacks / comments are appreciated <33

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In its own way, the Palace couldn’t be that much different from the House of Hirai. During the mornings, all the servants walked the paths in a straight line to assist all the royals and nobles to prepare for the breakfast, this day grander than the rest upon the King’s presence.

For the week that you’d remained under the same roof as the Princes and Her Majesty, this would be the first time you’d be dining with the King. He was temporarily away for business overseas, but now that he returned, he requested to share a meal with his family as soon as possible. His arrival caused chaos in the Palace as servants prepared their best feasts, the princes and princesses dressed in the finest of garments.

After two hours of preparation to present you in your best appearance, you were pushed outside your room.

The rest of the Princes were already outside the banquet hall. In front was the Crown Prince with his family, the little boys running around and giggling while their mother chased for them, the Crown Prince smiling fondly. Next was the Second Prince, and so forth, except the Sixth Prince didn’t show up and neither did Prince Tooru’s wife. For some reason, not once had you caught a glimpse of Princess Maiko since your arrival.

Clutching at the hems of your dress, you bowed at each of the Princes in respect. Prince Suna was nowhere to be seen and you didn’t feel it was right to stand behind Prince Tooru, even if the man was already whistling at you to go there.

You would much rather stay at the end of the line. So you ended up there, frustrated and your energy already drained from ignoring the Fifth Prince when the Prince in front of you turned around, his stark blue eyes scanning your face before he uttered, “Good morning, My Lady. Have you slept well?”

“Your Highness! Prince Tobio,” you bowed as deep as you could, eyes widening as you remembered. “Good morning, Your Highness... Uhm, about the other day, I would like to thank you for wanting to defend my mother. You didn’t have to consider we’re lower in rank compared to yours, yet you went out of your way to preserve her dignity. If there’s anything else you’d need, please know I am in your ser—”

Prince Tobio reflected your bow.

“Don’t mention it, My Lady. Her Majesty should not have trampled on anybody like that. I may be descended from a Suna King, but that does not mean you or your family is lower than us. You’re from the Three Families – we should be considered equals.”

You were at a loss for words. Aware that your mouth gaped close and open like a fish, you quickly regained your composure. “Thank you...Your Highness.”

“It’s Tobio.”

“Sorry?”

When Prince Tobio smiled, you noticed his eyes held the shame shimmer of the azure crest pinned to his right breast. His regal aura made him seem older than his age, but now that his face was lit up and his shoulders relaxed, you could see it.

Prince Tobio had a youthful soul, his handsome features stretching boyishly.

“You’re older than me, My Lady. You don’t need to address me too formally. I’d like it more if we’re casual and friendly to each other, so you may call be Tobio, and if you would allow it, I’d like to call you Sister.”

“Sister... Yes, I’d like the sound of that, Tobio.”

Prince Tobio smiled in relief. “I’m delighted to hear that, Sister. You see, growing up with rowdy or intimidating brothers gets tiring eventually, so when I heard the Crown Prince was marrying, I was ecstatic to have an older sister, but the Crown Princess has been too busy nursing the children that we don’t get to talk anymore. Princess Maiko is too shy as well,” he chuckled; gesturing to the Crown Princess occupied tending to her screaming sons. “I hope we will not be like that, Sister.”

“I’d love to be friends, Tobio,” you reassured, a lightbulb in your head popping at the thought of Luna. “I have more sisters, too, and the youngest even has a crush on you, but don’t tell her I told you that!”

“No way,” he blushed, “I am not anybody special.”

“I assure you she thinks highly of you. She even said I shouldn’t hope to become close with you since she’ll confess to you as soon as she turns eighteen.”

“Oh,” Prince Tobio blinked, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “She is...not an adult, then?”

“She is twelve.”

Prince Tobio threw his head back in laughter.

The sound of it caused the Miya Twins to look over their shoulder and gaze at their laughing brother, exchanging whispers here and there which you promptly ignored. They, too, were just as awful as Prince Tooru. While you didn’t know yet if they treated Prince Tobio kindly, you suddenly had an urge to protect the youngest prince from them. God forbid his brothers tainted this precious boy.

“If my schedule ever allows it, we shall visit your sister. Let her consider it an early birthday gift for when she turns thirteen.”

You averted your gaze from Prince Atsumu’s wink.

Disgust recoiled in your stomach as you nodded at Prince Tobio, about to tell him it would be lovely when the servants ushered you in. The King and Queen were the first to arrive, the married couple sharing a glass of wine with linked arms before the breakfast commenced.

Similar to your first night, the Royal Family couldn’t eat without extravagance.

A group of three people played the violin and piano as you all ate, the brothers conversing with one another through muted chatters and muffled chuckles. Somehow, you felt oddly at home. Perhaps it was the familiarity of having a huge family which meant there were no quiet days.

Either way, you dug into your food and smiled at the sight of the Crown Prince and Princess struggling to feed their toddlers, still just as regal even with squirming kids in their lap.

You wondered if you’d have a family like that someday.

Through your daydreaming, you didn’t notice the King had spoken, gesturing his wine to the tall Prince picking at his food. “Prince Kiyoomi. A rare event for you to join us this morning. You usually don’t show up even when I’m around.”

“My apologies, Your Majesty. I had no intention to offend you.”

The King nodded in understanding. “As long as you’re here, son. It’s been a while since I’ve seen your face; I’m so close to forgetting it,” he chuckled warmly, and Prince Kiyoomi forced a smile. Nothing about his smile seemed sincere; more uncomfortable if you stared hard enough, yet no one seemed to notice as they all happily dined, unaware that the King had stopped eating to gaze at his sons one by one. “Fifth Prince.”

Prince Tooru immediately set his steak down and grinned at the King.

“Where is your wife? I heard Princess Maiko hasn’t been feeling well these past few days – is she still ill?”

His smile never wavered, but it was there. The slight twitching of his brow and his lips curling downwards – you would’ve scoffed if the King were not in your presence. “Princess Maiko would like to extend her sincerest apologies for not being able to greet you personally, Your Majesty. Her Highness was worried she’ll spread her cold. She’s asked me to reassure you she is resting well and doing her best to recover so she may uphold her royal duties as soon as possible.”

“That’s good news. Has she seen a doctor?”

“We saw no need for it, Your Majesty. It was just a cold.”

Prince Atsumu nudged his shoulders with Osamu’s before leaning forwards, a glint in his eye directed to Prince Tooru. “The Princess ought to be attended by a doctor, brother. You never know. Her Highness may be...expecting.”

The whole table shared a look of surprise.

Prince Tooru wore a mocking smile as Prince Atsumu tried his best not to laugh behind his hand, their father smiling happily beside an unimpressed Queen, as if Her Majesty was displeased with the news.

“It would be terrific news if Princess Maiko is expecting, Fifth Prince. Our family could not get any bigger. If I’d known being a grandparent would be this much fun, I’d have married you all off earlier,” he announced in glee, fluffing up the hair of his youngest grandson sitting closest to him. The little boy giggled, “The Crown Prince’s sons must be too lonely as the only children around here. It’s about time they found another playmate.”

The Queen raised her glass. “I wish Princess Maiko a healthy pregnancy. May the Prince and Princess be blessed with a girl.”

“That’s right!” cheered the King before a round of toasts followed – a toast for a woman that wasn’t even here. A toast for the beloved Princess unfortunate enough to have married a cruel man. You couldn’t help but stay still in that moment, both anxious and disgusted that the likelihood of you ending up in the same place as Princess Maiko was more than likely.

“I’d love a granddaughter. Another Princess in the Palace would surely brighten the Palace up.”

Through his deceiving smile, Prince Tooru raised his glass with a chuckle. “Thank you for your well wishes, Your Majesties. However, I assure you that Princess Maiko is not pregnant. We have only been married for a while. Her Highness and I are not in a rush to be parents any sooner – we’d like to savor this sweet, married life a little bit longer.”

“Such as youngsters would when they have nothing better to do, right, Prince Tooru?” interjected the Queen, raising her brows challengingly at a now frowning Prince Tooru. Her Majesty cast a glance at you then, her smile as bright as the chandeliers that the Princes couldn’t help but to follow her gaze – a mix of warm eyes and questioning ones falling on your face. “I expect the opposite from you, Lady Y/N. As the Sixth Prince’s fiancé, you must be healthy at all times to ensure you can support His Highness well. Your marriage shall not be a walk in the park. You do not have the same privilege of being lackadaisical as Princess Maiko has.”

“Speaking of the Sixth Prince, I notice our brother disrespected the honor of sharing breakfast with His Majesty again.”

Prince Keiji glared at Tooru. “It hasn’t been long since he returned to the palace, brother. After everything the Sixth Prince has been through, you might as well cut him some slack. He probably feels out of place when he hasn’t shared a meal with us for the past five years.”

Before the two brothers could butt heads as they always did, the booming authoritative voice of the Crown Prince effectively sealed their lips shut. Even with his son humming around a dessert, Crown Prince Ushijima remained intimidating, tall, and imposing from his seat. “Those feelings of his are not an excuse to shame His Majesty, Prince Keiji. Royal or not, everybody knows it is only basic respect and common courtesy for a son to dine with his parents.”

As expected of the Crown Prince.

Beside him, Crown Princess Camilla also did not waver.

“Servants,” the King called out, “Where is the Sixth Prince? Was he not informed I’d be present for breakfast today?”

“The Sixth Prince hasn’t left his quarters for days now, Your Majesty. He has insisted we serve him his breakfast to him personally.”

The King slammed his palm on the table. It was loud enough for the Miya Twins to suddenly sit up straight and stop with their bickering, all the Princes fearful of the King’s wrath. “And you value the Sixth Prince’s orders more than your King’s? I am the one holding superior power over here, not my son. If a son cannot even show himself in front of his father after leaving the Palace on his own accord without even a goodbye, then how good would he be as this nation’s leader?” he bellowed, sending the servants away with a flick of his finger. “Go and call the Sixth Prince. He mustn’t forget his manners.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Prince Tooru leaned back in his seat and wore faux concern on his face. “Your Majesty, the servants do not need to fetch him. Knowing our brother, he’ll scare the poor ladies away until they come back empty-handed. I believe it would be best if we have his fiancé call for him instead. She’ll be the only one he listens to.”

All heads turned your way.

“Me?”

Prince Tooru nodded. “Yes, you, Lady Y/N. Are you not the Sixth Prince’s beloved fiancé? I was expecting you’d only join us with the Sixth Prince in tow seeing as your engagement is not official yet, therefore you are not allowed to dine with the Royal Family lest His Highness allowed it. Besides, isn’t that why Her Majesty wanted you to stay here? To acquaint yourself with the daily lives of us royals and for you to be accustomed to your responsibilities? Going to breakfast with your fiancé is one of them.”

“Lady Y/N.”

Letting of your utensils, you stood up and bowed in front of the King, unable to stop your fingers from trembling on your lap. “Y-Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Prince Tooru is right. You are not allowed to dine with us as an unofficial member of the Royal Family. If the Sixth Prince is not with you, you are to eat alone in your room, but if you wish to finish your meal, you should call him.”

“Yes, Your Majesty. I apologize for my rudeness and not knowing my place.”

Through your peripheral vision, you could faintly discern the Fifth Prince smirking at you.

Damn him. Damn both the Fifth and Sixth Prince – both of them were a menace to society. You admitted it was disrespectful to threaten the Fifth Prince’s life on your first night here, but if humiliating you in front of the entire family was his payback, then he was going too far. The Sixth Prince wasn’t much of help, either, for his servants insisted on blocking you the moment you stepped into his hallway.

No matter how much you pushed and walked past them, the servants would still drag you back to the main lobby.

“My Lady, please. You must return.”

You ignored the servant’s pleading and pushed past the barrier of guards. It didn’t matter that a few strands of your hair came flying all over your face. You couldn’t go back there without the Sixth Prince – not when Prince Tooru had singlehandedly slandered you and dragged your family’s name in the aftermath. If taking the Sixth Prince by force was the only way out, then so be it.

“Is His Highness in? I came here under the King’s command to have him join breakfast.”

“My Lady...you’re not supposed to be here. His Highness has ordered us to keep you—”

“The King wants the Sixth Prince to join. I need to make sure he’s there,” you enunciated, eyes narrowed at the shivering servants at the mention of His Majesty. Pointing your chin north, you walked past them, shoulders brushing harshly before you announced your presence. You no longer waited for the Prince’s response. Pushing the doors open, you stomped inside his quarters, “Your Highness, I—”

Your heart fell at the scene before you.

There he was, your fiancé, tangled in the sheets with a woman whose face you couldn’t see. Their lips locked and moved together in synch. His arms wound on her thin waist, his lips trailing from her jaw down to her shoulder where her blouse was already falling off to expose the skin – until Prince Rintaro opened his eyes and saw you.

He stopped touching his wife.

“Rin, what’s wrong?”

You clenched your dress to the sides. Even her voice was nothing short of soft and lovely; the sound akin to when your mother read you books before bed when you were younger. This was the woman your fiancé loved. The woman that he hid with his towering frame as he quickly wrapped a robe around his waist, his eyes filled with contempt the longer you stood there.

“You stay here, love. I have some matters to attend to,” looking back at her, Prince Rintaro cupped her jaw for another kiss. “I promise I’ll return quickly. You needn’t worry.”

It was as if a switch had been flipped inside of him.

Gone were his kind, loving eyes reserved only for his wife when he dragged you out of his room and into the nearest balcony. He gave you no time to protest about the bruises he might leave on your skin before he was running a hand through his hair, chest heaving up and down from anger.

“How many times will you get on my nerves?” he gritted his teeth, “Didn’t I tell you not to visit me? Why is it so hard to follow one simple rule, huh? You’re supposed to be smart so why can’t you leave me alone when I tell you to? I thought we’d moved past this already. You are not to visit me as you aren’t my lover—”

“I don’t care if you spend time with your wife! I came here because the King told me to look for you. Your Highness, if you don’t join him for breakfast, then I am not allowed to eat—”

“And that’s supposed to be my problem? You dared barge into my quarters because you needed me as your ticket to dine with the King, is that it? So what, you and your clan are so desperate to live in the Palace now that you’re using me to build connections with them? You’re so pathetic. You don’t even realize how embarrassing you are.”

You were beyond stunned by his harshness.

Blinking back, you licked your lips dry, feeling tears prick from the edge of your eyes. “You say hurtful words, Your Highness.”

“I speak the truth,” he hissed, “Now leave. I do not wish to see the King nor the Queen. They stopped being my family a long time ago, and not even you can bring me back.”

You gnashed your teeth against the other. “Just so you know, Your Highness,” you began, fury overpowering your emotions until the tears started falling. “I didn’t mind eating alone in my chambers. If that was the only consequence, I would’ve retreated as soon as the Fifth Prince humiliated me in front of everyone, but they were speaking ill of you. The King said if you could not even show manners to your parent, then you’ll never be a great leader to this nation. Wasn’t it you who told me the other day – that my behavior reflects just as much on you? The same applies to me, Your Highness. I cannot do what I came here for if you’re going to ruin my efforts. If you go down, so will I.”

Prince Rintaro placed a hand on his hip. “My Lady. Is your speech supposed to move my heart? Am I supposed to thank you for worrying about my behalf? Do you want me to kneel knowing you’re doing this to defend me in front of my brothers who never treated me as one of them?” he pushed your forehead with his finger, an entirely degrading gesture you were seconds away from combusting in that spot.

“I don’t care. Return now. Tell them their son will not leave his room until I’ve guaranteed my wife’s safety.”

Safety? Glancing up at the Prince’s pained face, your anger dissipated momentarily.

“Your Highness, will they harm her if you leave her?”

“She’s a lowborn who married the Crown Prince and caused him to lose his title and respect. What do you think?”

“Don’t you think they’ll disrespect her more if you keep abandoning your duties to protect her like that? They will assume she is doing far worse to keep you away from them. You might not have heard what your brothers say about—”

“What?” he stepped forward and gripped your shoulders, “What do they say about her?”

“N-nothing!” You regretted your words as soon as you said them. The look on the Prince’s face... it was so dark and filled with disdain you couldn’t stand receiving it anymore. Ducking your head, you breathed out a weak, “Nothing, Your Highness. I didn’t mean to say anything.”

The Sixth Prince scoffed. “Whatever. Get lost. Looking at you makes me feel sick.”

You didn’t wait for him to leave first. You made sure your shoulder would bump with the Prince’s on your way out, away from the banquet hall and all the other Princes. There was no proper destination in mind as you kept running through the halls and into the closet room you flung yourself into, your back flattened against the wall as the tears poured completely.

God, you just wanted to come home. You wished to be with your sisters again. Or if that could not be possible, then couldn’t your brother, Kuroo, stay with you here as your guard at least? Did you have to be so alone in this suffocating place?

“He is so...” you growled as your fists shook, standing up while you glared at the portraits of the Princes hung all over the place. “He is infuriating! How can a Prince be that despicable?! And to think we all believed they were all charming too,” you croaked out, your heart was more torn that the people you admired were frauds over being unwanted into the new family that was supposed to accept you. “Just how much of the Royal Family’s image has been fabricated by the media? The Queen, the King, their damned sons – all of them are the same! The people do not deserve to have such disgusting mona—”

“I wouldn’t say such words in the Palace’s vicinity if I were you.”

Prince Kiyoomi stood before you, leaning against the wall with sleepy eyes. Judging from his tousled hair falling over his eyes and a few buttons of his tunic left open, the breakfast must’ve ended already, or he left on his accord. The latter seemed more likely from his apparent discomfort around his brothers.

“Your Highness,” sniffling, you wiped your tears away and bowed, knees falling on the ground upon remembering your carelessness. “I’m sorry, Your Highness, please forgive me. I was emotionally distraught. I meant nothing of what I said.”

“You didn’t say anything wrong, though,” Prince Kiyoomi knelt before you.

Hesitantly, you peered at him through your lashes, swallowing audibly when the Prince offered a hand for you to take. He helped you stand up with wobbly feet, a hand placed on your waist to steady you.

You stared up at him, finding it difficult to breathe from his proximity, yet not once did the Prince look away – he held your gaze, dark eyes both cold and warm. “Everything you said is nothing but the truth. The reputation of the Royal Family hangs on a very thin line called the public’s approval, and if we are not the least bit appealing or charismatic, we’d never be able to live this comfortably. We pretend to be honorable and fair when we look down on others. My brother lies to the people that he loves his wife just because he likes being praised. The King, busy as he truly is, claims he is too buried in duties to spend time with sons yet will get another woman pregnant in the blink of an eye, and I’m sure you already know the Queen is not as composed as they make her out to be.”

The Prince finally let you go.

“The Royal Family is a lie. We deceive the entire nation to manage our wealth. You are right; the citizens of Inarizaki deserve better than that.”

“I had no intention to slander your family, Your Highness. It’s just...” You fought back the tears. You refused to cry in front of another Prince, but you remembered the harsh words the Sixth Prince had said, and it felt like an arrow had pierced itself through your heart. “I don’t understand why the Sixth Prince hates me so much. Neither of us wanted to be in this situation yet he acts like it’s my fault. Of course, I don’t expect him to treat me like I’m his lover, but is being polite so hard? Is it so difficult that he has to go that far?” hiding your head behind your hands, you hiccupped.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. I must look pathetic right now; forgive me. Sometimes I forget a Lady should not cry too much.”

“Pathetic? Not allowed to cry?” Prince Kiyoomi echoed, “Who said that?”

“The Sixth Prince said I was pathetic and embarrassing. And, Mother... she told me a dignified woman of one of the Three Families must never lose their composure. Even when it’s difficult, we must keep a proud face to show we from the Hirai Clan will not be easily swayed, yet here I am, angry because my fiancé treats me like I am lower than dirt.”

He pulled out a handkerchief and placed it in your hands. “You can cry. It’s not a sin, and neither does it make you any less of a person. You’re a human being with feelings, not an emotionless robot. You’re supposed to cry when you’re not feeling well.”

Darting a thankful glance at him, you blew embarrassingly hard on the cloth. “Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness. I’ll make sure to repay you someday for this.”

“It’s just a handkerchief. You don’t have to do anything.”

Chuckling, you dried your tears and smiled at the Prince. “If I may be bold enough to say so, Your Highness, you’re really not how I expected you to be. Perhaps you are right that the Royal Family is a lie. They told me you were rude and closed off, but you’re a warm-hearted person. Ever since the night I arrived here, you’d been nothing but kind to me. Thank you for that.”

Prince Kiyoomi playfully glared at you, making you laugh and easing the pain, even if just for a little while. “Don’t get your head in the clouds, My Lady. My actions mean nothing. What happened between us doesn’t make us friends.”

“No worries, Your Highness. I understand.”

“You, uhm...” Prince Kiyoomi tilted his head to the side. His brows furrowed as he stared at you, and before you could ask if there was something on your face, he’d grabbed the handkerchief from you and dabbed at your smudged lipstick. You must’ve wiped it off when you were crying.

The fact that the Prince was tidying up your appearance for you with such concentrated features, you felt your skin heat up, growing shy yet warm in the safety of his arms, the both of you oblivious to the Fifth Prince watching through the slight crack in the door.

“Now isn’t that interesting...” Prince Tooru mused, “Kiyoomi, huh?”

If you had known earlier that Prince Kiyoomi was approachable, you would’ve befriended him a long time ago. You realized too late locking yourself up in your room was a bad idea. Had you talked to him earlier and not have ghosted him on the first night, you would’ve felt more at ease here in the Palace knowing you acquainted yourself with one of the Princes, the said Prince as silent as a mouse while you babbled on and on.

You found yourselves roaming the palace gardens at night.

Prince Kiyoomi reassured that you could stay as long as you liked in his library – which is the place you hid in – until you felt better, which took a few hours until hunger got the best of you.

Skipping breakfast was not a good thing, but you didn’t want to return either, so Prince Kiyoomi had brought the meals while he read books. As soon as you were full, you invited him for a walk of fresh air.

Of course, the Prince refused since he would much rather hole himself up in his room as soon as the sunset, but after some persistence and a few pouts sent his way, you convinced the Prince to follow you into a pathway filled with colorful flowers blooming even at this time of day.

“Your Highness,” you tapped his shoulder, “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you still unmarried? You’re the Second Prince, and if I’m not mistaken, even the Fourth Prince is already engaged. Has the King not found anyone suitable for you?”

“He’s found plenty.”

You frowned at the vagueness of his answer. “Then... did you not like any of them?”

Prince Kiyoomi smiled mysteriously. Lifting one shoulder in a shrug, he walked forwards until you were left behind to catch up to him, the smile on his face not disappearing once. “None of them liked me. All the noblewomen and princesses went down on their knees to beg their fathers to not continue with the marriage. That’s how much they were against it.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense, Your Highness.”

“Why not?” the Prince smirked at you over his shoulder. Spinning on his heel, he leaned down to smirk at you; you had to bite the insides of your cheek just to control the joy brimming in your stomach like you were a little girl crushing on a prince charming all over again. But you couldn’t blame yourself – Prince Kiyoomi was handsome.

“Are you saying it’s unbelievable I’m not interesting? Do you find me worthy of marriage then?”

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “It’s just... you are attractive, Your Highness. Believe it or not, but even the people of Inarizaki has ranked you as one of the most handsome princes, but it’s that attitude of yours!” you grew defensive, gently punching his arm when the Prince started chuckling lowly. “I bet you did something weird to make your potential wives stay away. Perhaps if just smiled and laughed a little bit more, everyone would see how amazing you are!”

“Amazing? We just met, My Lady. You sound too sure about that.”

“I have good judgment when it comes to people,” you bragged, “But Your Highness, you can’t keep pushing everybody away. You will have to marry someday. You won’t always be able to avoid the Royal Command. As a Prince, you must partake in your duty to build familial ties with powerful people all around the world and solidify our relationships with—”

“That’s exactly what I don’t want.”

“Excuse me?”

“Tooru,” he held up his digits, “Tooru and Princess Maiko, you and Rintaro, my father and Her Majesty – those are all examples of loveless marriages built on politics. I don’t want to have to go through the same fate as you do, whether it’s my duty or not. I am a human being before I am a prince. I should marry someone I love just like Rintaro and the Crown Prince did. Ah, no, on second thought, the Crown Prince is the standard. He married his childhood friend and the love of his life; they have two beautiful sons and are living their best life together. If I can’t have what they have, then I don’t want anything at all.”

You frowned.

“Your Highness... royal as you may be, noble as I may be – we’re not above the King’s law. I am not happy with this arrangement either, but I will be punished or sentenced to death if I refuse a Royal Command. I’m only worried for you, Your Highness.”

“Don’t be. I’ve lived long enough to make things work out my way,” he shrugged, the smile falling off his face before it was replaced with disappointment. “Instead, you should just mind your own business and focus on surviving marrying a man who will never love you. Sure, you may fool yourself long enough that you will survive as long as you are carrying out your duties. You may even agree with Rintaro that you can’t give each other anything, but it won’t always be that way. This is the rest of your life you’re putting on the line.

You’ll end up living with him, waking up to him every day of your life, and you might even be ordered to mother his heirs, yet he will never love you or provide you the affection a wife should receive from her husband. Now tell me, is that a life worth living? Is the Royal Command so important you’re willing to throw away your happiness and freedom?”

His words stung.

Yes, he was right. You would be living a life devoid of happiness and the love you deserved to be showered with, but for the price of the throne, for the sake of making your family proud and carrying out the Royal Command as a subject should do, you had no choice.

The King and Queen dictated your life. You were powerless against them.

“You wouldn’t understand, Your Highness.”

“You’re right. I don’t understand, and I never will.”

Opening your mouth to retort, you were cut off when a slouched figure hurried your way. “Kiyoomi!” Prince Rintaro came out of nowhere.

He was before you in a flash and pushing the Second Prince away from you, a protective arm held between your bodies as he did on the first night. “What are you doing with my fiancé, Kiyoomi? Have I not made myself clear I didn’t want any of you talking to her? She is not here to frolic. You shouldn’t entertain her nor keep her company.”

The Second Prince was barely fazed. Sighing at his brother’s outrage, he wore a dry smile. “It’s nice to see you too, brother.”

Prince Rintaro rolled his eyes. “You,” he spun around to glare at the shock written all over your face, “Do you have any idea how much I’ve been looking for you, worried sick that you weren’t there in your quarters when the Queen asked for your presence? You grow too comfortable here, Lady Y/N. You forget your place—”

“Rintaro. Don’t speak to her that way.”

“Don’t tell me what to do with my fiancé, Kiyoomi,” he snarled, snatching you by the elbow before dragging you inside the Palace. “Let’s go. The Queen has been looking for you everywhere.”

You were helpless. The longing glances you sent to the Second Prince left alone in the gardens were left unanswered as soon as the guards slammed the doors shut behind you.

Not once did Prince Rintaro explain where you were going and neither did you ask, blindly following him until he shoved you inside a large room decorated with golden curtains and a red throne.

The room was so spacious the clicking of your heels echoed all around, antique porcelain vases and a red carpet lining the path you walked on leading right next to another Prince already there, a mysterious, small, and dark-haired woman beside him.

The throne room and Her Majesty sat there in all her glory.

“Lady Y/N. You are finally here. And here I thought I’d lost a loyal subject,” she drank her tea, pinky finger lifted as she placed it into the tray beside her, legs crossed and arms graciously resting on the sides. “Well, no matter. Now that you are both here, you must be informed about tomorrow’s events. We will discuss your love story with Rintaro.”

Both you and Prince Rintaro stiffened.

“As the Sunday greetings are growing near, we must plot a device for the people to talk about, and that’ll be nothing else but the scripted love story of Prince Rintaro and Lady Y/N. We’ll make it seem as if you two will be on your first date tomorrow. The people will be all over it for the Sunday greetings. Then, we can proceed with the official announcement of your engagement as soon as possible,” directing her cold gaze to the brunette smirking at you, the Queen called out his name. “Prince Tooru, Princess Maiko, you are to assist these two lovebirds somewhere and accompany them on a double date. Make it seem like Princess Maiko and Lady Y/N are natural friends as daughters from one of the Three Families.”

Princess Maiko bowed delicately. “Yes, Your Majesty. I shall follow your command.”

The ‘discussion’ was not a discussion at all. The Queen gave you no room to share your thoughts before she left the room, leaving you alone in Princess Maiko’s presence seeing as her husband disappeared in the blink of an eye after the Queen’s good night wishes.

You felt sorry for the poor girl, even more so when she bunched her dress up and ran after Prince Tooru. You still held the urge to punch his pretty face.

Princess Maiko deserved better than him, and so did you. Your supposed fiancé wasn’t any different from his brother when he angrily shut the doors behind him and retreated to his room, or was about to if you weren’t hot on his heels. This time, you refused to let him walk away without acknowledging you. Prince Kiyoomi was right – nobody wanted to be in your pitiful situation, but you’d be damned if you allowed Prince Rintaro to walk all over you again. Not this time, not now, not ever anymore.

You may have been forced into a loveless marriage, but you wouldn’t let your dignity be trampled on.

“Your Highness,” you grabbed him by the shoulder, forcing the Prince to look at you.

You were not surprised to be greeted by his signature scowl, your chest aching and tightening with the need to not cry. He didn’t deserve your tears no matter how much he hurt you.

“Must you act so hateful towards me? I had never done anything to you. It’s not like I’m asking for much. I don’t even expect you to love me or look at me that way; only that you treat me as a fellow human being. You know I have no plans to steal you away from your wife, so please, just... just don’t punish me for something that wasn’t my mistake. I don’t want us to hate each other.”

The Prince ran a hand through his hair. Looking around, the Prince suddenly leaned against the wall for support, his head falling and that was when you noticed that his shoulders shook. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“...Your Highness?”

“I apologize. For how harsh I’d been to you. For how I’ve been treating you and for being a shit Prince. I know none of this is your fault,” taking a step forward, Prince Rintaro clasped your hands with his, desperation dripping from his tongue. “You must understand, Lady Y/N. I cannot give you my heart. Miyeon is the only one I’ll ever love and my feelings for her will never change even as we marry and pretend to be lovers in front of the people.”

Miyeon. His wife – the person you could never hope to replace.

“I know that, Your Highness. I understand, so please just trust me, and let us act civil to each other from now on. Once we’ve put our differences to the side, you will see I am not an enemy, but an ally. You must learn to trust me as much as I am willing to call you for help when I need it, Your Highness. We are to be married soon. Trust, at least, is something we should practice.”

“Trust, huh,” he licked his lips, absentmindedly swiping his thumb over your knuckles, “Then... would you like to meet Miyeon?”

You barely restrained your gasp.

Nodding, you clamped your mouth shut and followed the Prince to his quarters. He gestured for the servants to leave you alone. When they all disappeared from view, Prince Rintaro took your hand. His hand was warm with yours as he led you inside, reminding you to be quiet, eerily quiet until you could make out the faint ragged breaths.

And there she was.

Miyeon, Prince Rintaro’s beloved, lay on the bed with scars all over her body and her pale, sunken cheeks illuminated by the moonlight from her bedside window.

Prince Rintaro rushed by her side, the feeling of his hand being ripped away from yours as stagnant as the tightening of your chest upon seeing him become delicate in the blink of an eye. He doted on her, brushed her hair away from her face, kissed her knuckles, and whispered sweet words so alluring when it came from an accent you weren’t familiar with.

Was Miyeon not from Inarizaki?

“I am well, Your Highness. You do not need to worry about me,” she whispered to her husband, who hadn’t let go of her hand the whole time, not even until she noticed you standing behind him and she gave out a weak smile. “Is this Lady Y/N?”

You took a deep bow.

Somehow, you found it difficult to look her in the eye. They were so glossy, so vulnerable – even her frail hands look like they would break if you held her a little rougher. Then it occurred to you how Prince Rintaro was never tender with you, yet here he was, his touch a ghost of a feather when it came to his sickly wife. Could it be that the only reason His Highness agreed to this marriage even if his heart was already taken – could it be for the sake of Miyeon?

“Good evening, Your Highness. It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Oh, please. You don’t need to address me so formally; His Highness and I married outside the country so I was never a princess,” she chuckled somberly, gazing at your face with an unreadable expression. “You, however... you would fit the title, Lady Y/N. You would make a great Princess.”

Shaking your hands in front of her, you took a step back. “I have no intention of taking your husband away from you, Miyeon. I promise you that. We are only doing this for the sake of our families.”

Miyeon hummed. Sitting up, Prince Rintaro scrambled to help her be comfortable, fluffing up her pillows before she was huffing and puffing for air, yet she still found the energy to smile – a smile you knew so well.

A smile you often witnessed from the faces of the citizens of Inarizaki each time they looked up to their leaders in hopes their wishes would be heard.

A smile of unconditional trust.

“If you can keep your word that this marriage will remain only in paper and not by heart, then I am already feeling a thousand times better, Lady Y/N. I feel as if I can live longer than I’m supposed to,” coughing, Miyeon reached over to lace her cold fingers with yours, staring up at you with those glassy eyes you knew would haunt you for the days to come.

“Do you vow, Lady Y/N? That even if the Queen orders it and that you are to wake next to Rintaro and have children with him, do you vow that you will never forget me as his lover? Do you promise... that when the time comes I can no longer be with my husband, you would still let him see me from time to time?”

For the first time that night, Prince Rintaro tore his gaze away from his wife and looked at you.

As if he was confident you’d never break this vow – the vow to not fall in love with this man promised to be yours for the rest of your life.

Yet, you knew the truth. “His Highness was never mine.”

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Waiting on the team captains wearing nothing but their jacket

A/N: detailed elaboration coming your way a day after I make the initial post, as promised uwu

Word count: 1901

Warning: nsfw

Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Oikawa Tooru, Ushijima Wakatoshi

(wing spiker ver.)

Sawamura Daichi

You couldn’t help it, his jacket smells like him and just feels to safe to be all wrapped up in the jacket that is so much bigger in size than you. It had almost become a habit of sorts for you to pull out his clothes when you need something comfortable to lounge around in, which he found very adorable.

However, he wasn’t all too sure if adorable would be the word he was looking for when he saw you sitting on the bed, your hair wet and dripping water down to your neck, looking very much so bare except for his old volleyball club jacket.

“Hm? Oh, you’re home!” you looked so innocent as you smiled, uncrossing your legs while he walked closer to you. You had his jacket zipped up, and the hem was right at your thigh. The collar was too wide for you, hanging off your collar bone and threatening to slide down at any second.

“Yeah,” he muttered as he stalked towards you, the mattress dipping as he crawled onto the bed to give you a chaste kiss on your lips. His hand found its way to the supple skin of your legs, he sighed into your lips when he felt how warm you were under his palm from the shower you just took. You giggled before wrapping your arms around his neck, letting him slid up the jacket until his fingers were rubbing at the side of your hips.

You didn’t stop him when his hands moved down to the inner part of your thighs, your hand tightening your grip on his shirt as his finger ghosted over your slit.

“Someone’s wet down here too...” he whispered as he twirled the ends of your wet locks, his finger feeling your growing arousal.

You let out a breathy sigh when he pushed you down onto your back, nudging your legs apart as he caged your between his arms.

You could feel his bulge as he leaned down, your back arching up for more friction reflectively as his hand danced against the zipper of his jacket.

“Let’s take this off before we get it dirty...”

Kuroo Tetsurou

“Hm... look what we have here...”

You rolled to your side at the familiar voice, looking up to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, eyes glimmering in interest.

“Took you long enough,” you mused, propping yourself on the mattress with your elbow, “I was starting to think that you died on the road with how long it took.”

“Oh please,” you smirked as he pulled you into his lap, groaning when he moved you so sit right at his bulge. His smile was wolfish when he felt how naked you were underneath the red jacket that was far too big for you, "I feel like that exactly what you want to see when you sent me those pics.”

Crooking your brow up, you tilted your head up as he leaned down to nibble at the soft skin of your neck. It was an impulsive decision. He was always busy so you didn’t have much time to add the much needed spiciness in your life so why not give him a kick by sending him a few carefully posed pictures of your bare chest just covered by the baggy material of his old jacket? He could already feel the blood rushing south when he got the first message from you, but he choked on his own spit when his phone vibrated again. This time, you were on your stomach, your back arched as you stared into the camera. You had the decency to cover your lower body with the jacket, but the delicious dip of your waist and the barely visible cleavage already had him up and ready to rush home.

Peeling the jacket off of you, he left the fabric hanging off your back as admired how nice the red complimented your bare skin. You gripped his arms as he trailed open mouthed kisses down your collar all the way until he took your sensitive peak in his mouth, sucking and licking while pinching the other with his finger.

“I hope you’re ready to face the consequences of being a tease...”

Bokuto Koutarou

Congratulations, you had obtained a dazed owl at your hands.

You could hear him the moment the front door opened. His loud voice calling for you as he paced into your shared bedroom. You had such a hard time containing your laugh when you saw the look on his face the moment those round eyes landed on your form. His eyes racked all over you from top to bottom, his mouth slowly hanging open as he felt the twitch in his pants. You were sitting by the edge of the bed with your legs crossed, hiking up the jacket dangerously high against your hips. You did not zip it up, only holding it together with your own two arms, pushing your tits together in the process.

“Kou?” biting the inside of your cheeks, you smiled as you watched him tense up at the sight of you shifting your legs, lifting the hem of the jacket up until it was right at your hip bone before letting it fall again, “you can come closer you know?”

He was uncharacteristically tender with his hands, slowly slipping under the jacket and cupping your tits. You could see his pupils widening when you slowly moved your legs apart, your hands trailing up your sides as you showed him your brae cunt.

“I’ve been waiting for you like this all day long,” you knew you had him when his hands started to get rougher, his chest rising and falling as his breaths got heavier. Bringing your hand to palm over his hard on under his pants, you lowered your voice, “can’t get this off my mind no matter how hard I try...”

He was all over you in an instance, purged over you as he roamed all over your curves. Nothing got him going like the thought of him being the one thing that ran over your mind even when he was not around, the idea that you wanted him all the time stripped him of all self-control.

“Baby you’re so pretty,” his grunted as he pushed your knees back, feeling the ache in his bones when he saw just how ready you were for him. He always thought you were beautiful, but my god did the way you look in his clothes drove him insane.

You knew he would be rambling praises about you all night long as he shows you just how much he appreciated your little treat for him.

Oikawa Tooru

You missed him so fucking much.

From seeing each other almost daily to being at two separate ends of the globe, it definitely took some hard adjustments. There were countless nights when you felt the weight at your chest just from thinking about the future, whether you two would have one together. But it was like he could feel the nerve running through your brain even from so far away and when you needed him the most, you were always reminded that you two would go strong as long as you worked for it with the familiar ring of your phone.

And Oikawa Tooru was definitely worth working hard for.

Clutching his jacket close to your body, you took one hard sniff, trying to inhale whatever that was left of him on the fabric. The cotton was soft against your skin, warm and gentle. You tried to imagine that your boyfriend’s jacket was enough of a replicate for his presence, sighing when you realised how sad it was that you were desperately searching for just a bit of comfort to fill in your yearning for him.

You missed the way he holds you tight, how he would take his time to caress every parts of your body before he filled you with all his love. You missed his body wrapped up around yours but right now the jacket will have to do. Your hands traveled down the side of your waist until your fingers were crawling over your thighs, mimicking the way his skillful fingers would elicit shivers all over your body before even touching you properly.

You were so deep in your own imagination that you didn’t even feel the presence of another person until you felt a familiar touch on your calves.

“Tooru!” you squealed, not even caring about how exposed you were as you leaped into his arms, burying your face into his chest. For a moment, you could not even began to believe your eyes but he was here, so real and so warm against your touch.

“Surprised?” He chuckled as you nodded, rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt.

“I’ve missed you...”

“I missed you too..” he took a deep breath when he pulled away to see the state you were in, his eyes widening in awe at how luscious you looked all wrapped up in his jacket.

It had been too long and he couldn’t wait to remind you again and again of how much he missed you.

Laying you down, you could feel your face burning up when he brushed away the heavy fabric, drinking in the way your naked body was all on display for him.

“I’ve missed this-” he whispered against your neck.

“This-” A kiss at the valley of your breast.

“This-” soft kisses peppered down your stomach.

But nothing could prepare you for when he hooked your leg over his shoulder, darting his tongue out to lick a long strip up your bare cunt.

“And especially this...”

Ushijima Wakatoshi

The way his eyes darkened the moment they landed on you sent a shameful thrill straight to your core.

He looked like a vulture eyeing his prey as he stalked towards you, towering you with his much larger frame as he stood in front of you. His grip on your jaw was firm as he tilted your head up, making you look right into his eyes. You shuddered when he spoke.

“Princess, what are you doing?”

“Waiting for you,” you replied, “you’ve been working yourself so much lately. I figured I should do something to help you let out some steam.”

His let go of your jaw as he hummed, his large palm sliding down to trail his finger along the collar of his purple jacket on you. The jacket was threatening to fall off of you, barely covering your much smaller frame.

You looked so dainty, like he could wreck you if he did so little as laid his hands on you.

You obediently let him perched between your parted legs as he crawled over you, his hand digging into your thighs as he leaned down.

“Are you going to behave for me?"

The rumbling from his chest hit you in full force as he chuckled, taking in the way you eagerly nodded. His lips were soft against yours, kissing you again and again as his hand trailed down your legs but pulled away the moment you started chasing more. The look in his eyes warning you that this was about him, and he would not let you have your way around so easily if you did not follow orders.

But of course you would be a good girl for him, knowing how delicious the rewards would be.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu smut #sawamura x reader #sawamura smut #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #oikawa x reader #oikawa smut #ushijima x reader #ushijima smut

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edelfie · 2 years

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#PEEK-A-BOO! oikawa + akaashi + kozume.

#summary. haikyuu boys and things they do w/ their s/o on halloween

#tags. fluff, established relationship, post-timeskip

#pairing. multi x gn!reader (you/your pronouns)

— oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji, kozume kenma

#warnings. minor manga spoilers (kenma), possibly ooc

#note. happy halloween! i wasn’t planning on writing anything, but halloween hit me with sudden inspiration. so cheers to my first official post on this acc!

: NAVIGATION & MASTERLIST !

?! OIKAWA TOORU, "trick or treating"

he is a child stuck in a grown man's body

wdym it's not appropriate to go trick or treating in your 20s??

convinces himself that he's just youthfully spirited

but surely nobody would mistake a 6'1 man as a child, right?

right?

you'd be surprised how often it happens (or how little the people handing out candy care)

maybe it's a tad-bit unethical for an adult with a job to participate in a kid's holiday when he can just buy his own candy

but does he care? no

honestly, he just really likes the dressing up part (and showing off)

why he doesn't just go to a costume party is beyond you, but anyways—

wants to do all those corny couples costumes

like an angel and a devil or ketchup and mustard

(i saw a couple dressed as a hotdog and buns and it was giving me second-hand embarrassment)

you always shut him down for how ridiculous his ideas are

"ok, hear me out—what if we're two halves of an avocado??"

"absolutely not"

for the longest time, you just assumed he was pulling some elaborate joke on you

like, there's no way he seriously wants to dress up like this

oh no, he absolutely is. 100%

he'll make a powerpoint and pitches his ideas to you like an episode of shark tank

"i just know you're going to love this one,"

"tooru, you've said that about the last 3 already."

"it's just a delayed reaction!"

one year you actually did agree to dress up with him

and you regretted it immediately

he refused to tell you what exactly you were going as until the day of, which was a mistake in of itself.

of course, he just had to pick the worst one possibly for maximum embarrassment

when you got home from work, all you see is a giant body-covering costume of a shoe

yes, this man is asking you to dress up as a shoe

it got worse when he walked out of the bathroom with his part of the costume already on

you think a pretty boy like him would care more about his image (he does), but apparently he has no shame on halloween

so here you were, a 20-something year-old with a job, a boyfriend, and some ounce of self-respect, walking around in a shoe costume

you swore you saw one of your coworkers out of the corner of your eye

of course, going from door to door was a bit fun (mainly because tooru kept cracking jokes to lift your mood)

most of the people just gave you candy and a look, sometimes a laugh if you were lucky

some just refused to give you candy all together

you weren't too upset, but tooru was absolutely devastated

"why didn't they give us candy??"

"look at us, tooru."

all in all though, it wasn't too bad of an experience and you did have a lot of fun after getting over the embarrassment

just never let him pick out the costumes ever again

extra: hanamaki saw the two of you while you were wearing your costumes and did a double take, before taking a picture and sending it to all of your high school friends

?! AKAASHI KEIJI, "haunted houses"

ok, i don't care if you are a total scaredy-cat or stone cold

this man cannot handle horror and you can't tell me otherwise

you didn't realize it because of how subtle he is

like how he suggests another movie instead of watching a scary one because "the ratings are bad"

or how he's always conveniently busy when you're playing a horror game

it was something that happened sparingly, so it never crossed your mind that he was scared of it

so when your friends suggest going to a haunted house the weekend before halloween, you immediately invited akaashi

but when he tried to turn down your offer, you were very confused

"huh? why not?"

"oh, well—"

please stop with the puppy eyes, you're making this hard for him

after some convincing (read: begging), he agreed to come

only for an hour, he said

to say you were excited would be an understatement

him, not so much

the car ride was filled with laughter and fun between your friends, but you noticed akaashi bouncing his leg nervously

you worry that he really didn't want to come—

maybe he doesn't like your friends, or he really is busy today and you're forcing him to hang out with you

though, ever perceptive, akaashi notices the frown on your face

"what's on your mind, love?"

why is he so kind ??

he reassures you that it's alright and he doesn't mind coming

(me when i lie)

when you actually do get to the haunted house, he looks composed and unafraid

little do they know that he's nearly pissing himself

the guy watching the entrance splits your group into pairs

all your friends enter, leaving you and akaashi last

he lets you go in first, he's just such a gentleman

if you're also easily scared, he'll hold your hand and rub circles with his thumb to soothe you (and himself)

if you're not, then he'll just silently follow behind you like a lost puppy

one bad thing about being in the back is that the scare actors will absolutely pick on you

akaashi, having never been in a haunted house before, did not know this

you couldn't believe your ears when you heard a loud scream coming from behind you that sounded oddly like your boyfriend

you actually didn't until you turned around and saw akaashi with a petrified look on his face

the clown that scared him looked very pleased with themselves

needless to say, after that incident, he stayed very close to your side for the rest of the tour (and night)

he was practically glued to the hip, not leaving you for a second

if you were also scared by the ordeal, the two of you will comfort each other on the way home

if not, then you have a very depressed akaashi on your hands to deal with

extra: you wake up in the middle of the night to a still-shaken akaashi asking for cuddles after a bad nightmare with a clown trying to kill him, ala 2016 style.

?! KOZUME KENMA, "scary movies"

now, unlike akaashi, this man is perfectly comfortable with scary stuff

he practically lives for it (which is scary in of itself)

he's not really that into holidays, so it was a given that you two would stay home

originally planned to play scary games with you until you complained that it'd feel like work

especially since he just finished streaming a horror game the night before

so you both settled for scary movies instead

obviously, you go to his house since he has money

what you weren't expecting was his large library of movies

whatever genre of horror you're into, he probably has a movie for it already

like psychological horror? don't worry, he's got carrie, us, and the haunting

found footage? he's seen the blair witch project ten times over

he's not that into heavy gore, but he does have a few for when kuroo visits

needless to say, you aren't lacking options

whatever you choose to watch (or re-watch), he's cool with it

prepares plenty of blankets, snacks, and other comfort items beforehand

also, cuddles are not optional !!

this man will suffocate you in his arms whether you like it or not

anyways, since he doesn't get scared by horror, he watches the movie like he would a documentary

he doesn't even flinch during the jumpscares and/or gore

if you're not that big on scary stuff, he'll keep an eye on you and comfort you during the scarier moments

he'll hide your face from the screen during the more intense scenes and offer to turn it off entirely if it becomes too much

"it's alright, i'm here."

if you can stomach it, though, then the two of you will just cuddle and vibe

he'll point out some of the interesting bits and make commentary here and there

maybe point out a few plot holes to get a laugh out of you

although that's nothing compared to when y'all watch actually bad horror movies

he has plenty of those and will tear every single one of them to shreds

expect lots of snide remarks whenever you watch one

"why did she do that? she literally watched the killer go in there??"

"i don't know, babe."

sometimes you'll predict what happens next

or play a drinking game for every character that dies or every cliche line they say

it's a lot more fun than being scared to death with the other films

eventually, one of you will fall asleep (most likely you, since he's a professional gamer after all)

in that case, he'll just wrap the blanket around you and fall asleep with you on the couch

he's not one for holidays, but he definitely would consider spending them with you

extra: you wake up in the middle of the night with the tv on static and kenma cuddling into your side. right as you're about to go back to sleep, you see a figure of a girl pop up on screen. sweet dreams :)

— ( #note ! )

i was at a loss of what to write abt kenma, so sorry that his is shorter! also, don't expect much after this, since i'm currently working on a long-fic for obey me.

NAVIGATION + MASTERLIST

#?! — edelfie #//#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #haikyuu imagines #hq x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu drabbles #hq imagines #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #kenma x reader #kozume kenma x reader

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haniwrites · 2 years

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♡ softcore 1 - tooru oikawa

pairings : tooru oikawa/reader

genre : angst ? fluff ?

spoilers : haikyuu season two

summary : you set oikawa's heart ablaze but he liked the feeling of his world burning down.

note : that was a long long long break but i am back fr now, this is a mere word vomit which i might continue into a series. our beloved captain deserves something better but this is it for now :p

parts : part two

oikawa had never been good with words. since he was a child he allowed others to mould and twist his words till they were an ideal definition of what they wanted him to be. so he gave in and put up a false pretence till he could not recognise himself in the mirror anymore. who was he now?

he wished the words that he spoke were honest but every time he opened his mouth, they rested on his tongue like a bitter aftertaste, refusing to be let out. it was winter. he woke up shivering, feeling the piercing air nip at his neck, making him feel cold. it was so cold. he always felt this, he thought, pushing back his brunette strands that fell across his forehead. it was always wintertime in tooru oikawa's life, he would always feel the cold wash his skin, again and again, freezing his core. then came you, the prelude to his warm days.

you became the centre of his storm. at first, it was just playful bantering, fleeting conversations in the corridors of his high school and wistful gazes. at oikawa's games, you were the only constant in the crowd. soon, he found himself searching for your face amidst the strangers that cheered for him. his first instinct was to look for you, waiting outside after each game to hand him a box of cupcakes and congratulate him on finishing it, never winning.

"winning isn't everything tooru, i am proud of you."

his name fell off your lips so easily like melted butter glossing over the pan, sweet like honey, caressing his fragile emotions, not like a suspicious secret but a sacred oath.

he did not get into the nationals. a final blow at his wounded soul, tearing it apart like a piece of paper. "keep a brave face captain !" they said, inconsiderate fools, he thought as grief boiled under his skin, dissolving his bones. the tears on hajime's face left oikawa with a shameful feeling that destroyed a hole right through his aching heart. his masquerade was finally getting off, there was no great tooru oikawa anymore, it was him against his loss, his inadequacy to do one fucking thing right in his entire life. he chased perfection, yearned for the praise to fill the gaping holes in his heart while hating the idea to conform to the image everyone created of him. the irony of his situation was calming and disrupting at the same time. he wanted to scream.

you. he wanted you. the cupcakes and your words. you knew what to say to him. you saw right through his facade. there you were, standing in the hallways. oikawa put up his smile, winking, like a walking corpse. he wanted to seek comfort in your embrace, you tilted his world upside down, his feelings reigniting to the core. he was unsure of what this was.

" tooru, i will always be proud of you."

you both walked through the empty gardens, oikawa held it in, humming in response and smiling. you smiled back, unfazed. while you knew what to say at the right time, you knew when to stay silent and allow him to feel. you patched up his torn tapestry like it was nothing. you made everything look so easy. oikawa crumbled completely within your clutch. you were flawless. that was when anger coursed through his veins. what would you understand?

" you don't know anything. " oikawa snapped, hating every inch of himself, hating the words that so casually slipped from his mouth, you made him so fucking weak.

"indeed, i don't, but i would tell you about the mistakes i made to show you that you and i are the same, that i felt it too, the hatred and anger of my errors." you said, leaving oikawa onto his fucking knees. a raging emotion coursing through his being. he would never call it what it was at that time. that word. he knew it, sitting right on his tongue as always, but he never did.

oikawa had heard of the story of icarus. how he had built feathers, piece by piece to fly high and touch the sun. you were his sun. you walked into his wintry weather, filling it with gentle warmth. he felt like flying and breaking free every time you brushed your lips against his ears, whispering those three words carelessly. from the sunshine rays to the honeyed lights of the brown hues in your eyes, oikawa sensed it all. he took you in, feeling the world around him crash and burn, losing his mind over every lingering touch, observing his paper wings aflame with your heat.

what oikawa was unaware of was that icarus flew too high, the feathers melting as he fell to his death, carried away by the frigid ocean waves.

he felt it when he heard that you had a crush on karasuno's setter, a large grin on your face. he felt the scorching gaze of your fervour melting his wings. oikawa had let himself fly too high as he felt himself fall and he knew it won't stop feeling like that anytime soon.

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Love your writing and I adored your thick af gf head cannons. I was hoping that you could do a part two with the following characters; Ushijima, Semi, Akaashi, Oikawa, Sugawara and Futakuchi? Thank you!

part one

part 3

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Just the fact that ushijima had a girlfriend set some people off

But the fact he had a girlfriend like you??

No way

No possible way

How did that even happen?

I’ll tell you

It was not the most romantic by any means

It was a totally normal day at Shiratorizawa, classes were fine, but on his way back to his last class he was in a crowded staircase

And you just happened to be wearing shoes that didn't fit and somehow were coming undone every five seconds

What i am trying to say is you fell backwards onto him and he you a hand full off ass and another hand of boob

you apologized, he was shell shocked (and kinda turned on)

And you two just moved along, until tendou got word of what happened

Which led to him getting the full story from the man himself then forcing ushijima to ask you out two days later.

You agreed, duh, and thus began the “ushijima gets everything” mantras

He's not that protective with what you wear considering either everyone knows you’re his girlfriend or he's standing next to you the entire time you're wearing it.

But, he does take notice of a lot of your clothes, uncaring or not, he’ll try to talk you out of wearing some things

like tight dresses, which is pretty much every dress

With the exception of sundresses!

If you wear a sundress he’s putty in your hands, just slip on the dress and you can literally just walk on him, and he’ll let you

Also sundresses are the reason you know his horny language

Considering he is not a man of words, he takes a more physically approach

As in he will grab you by the waist, pick you up and just walk away

Maybe uttering a “we have to go”

Or there are times that he’ll just put you on his lap or have you straddle his thigh

No words, no thoughts, just thinking about how soft you are.

Semi Eita

Semi is a cuddle bug, and you can’t tell me he isn't

So seeing you at one of their games, specifically the one that he was playing and doing great, he knew it was you

Once he slithered his way into your life he asked you on a date!

That night was th efist day he realized that he wasn't the only one who thought you were the hottest person on the planet

Que the beginning of protective Semi!

He's the “I trust you, but i don't trust them” linda guy

But the good way

He lets your wear all the dresses and leggings (bc they usually don't stay on for too long)

But when he does, he's on you, shoulder to shoulder walking, hand in hand, arm around the shoulder

Just to let all those creeps know your his <3

(it is also not below him to buy you a choker (aka a collar) with his name on it)

He is the handsy king

He’s a good mix of groping you to heavan, and telling you how beautiful you are

He’ll pry his hands into your thighs and press you into him

He shoves his face into the crook of your neck

He also doesn't really care if anyone sees, he’ll do it during parties, in his dorm with his roommate, during practice breaks

Or he ruts into you in the hallway

Everyone sees it, you know it he knows it, you guys just don't really care

Akaashi Keiji

you knew him as Bokuto's friend and he was content with that

but eventually you guys caught feelings and bokuto just decided to play god

Akaashi, as much as he tries, is not completely rid of emotions

And all the pretending makes it really hard for him to see you in more than a few outfits

The uniform, how have you not been dress coded yet?

One time it seemed especially short and he just turned around and faced the wall until the bell rang

or when you were rushing and just wore spandex and his old jersey to one of his games

he had to get taken out so he could catch his breath

aka just looking at you made him a mess

and that time you wore leggings and a crop top to a movie date

and he had a hard on the entire night

(but it was below him to ask for a handjob in public even though he desperately wanted to ask)

considering he’s turned on when you do literally anything

He has formed a “i have to tell her i'm turned on, but i don't want to say it out loud” system

First is the staring

He just looks at you from wherever you are and he follows you with his eyes. Hell look down your body and think out your previous bedroom activities

Second is the touching

He’ll come up behind you and just stand there. Rest his head on your shoulder and rub up and down your sides

Third, and finally, is the whispers

He has his head there for a reason, if you just ignore him (which is hard) he just starts telling you all the things he wants to do to you. And he’ll remind you about how you begged for him last time and how easily you cu for him

Basically he just makes it impossible to ignore

Oikawa Tooru

Imma just say: the reason you got with this guy is because he practically begged on his knees for it

Everyday, everytime you passed him he would tell you how amazing you looked and how you would be such a good couple

Y’know, pretty + sexiest girl on the planet = power couple!

It's basic math!

And eventually you gave in and he was ecstatic!

You were his!!! Him him him his!!!!!!!!!

Honestly, i think he’s the type to match outfits

So he doesn't care what your wearing because he always looks like you belong to him anyways

But that being said, if he doesnt have something to match, you can't wear it

What a diva

There is one exception to this

A royal blue, v-neck, off the shoulder, skin tight, mid-thigh dress

You didn't have that thing on for two minutes before he was ripping it off.

You guys were a no-show to whatever event you were supposed to be at

He’s far more vocal about when he wants to have sex

Sometimes he’ll just yell across the room that he wants head

But you have Iwaizumi to hit him in the back of the head and put him in his place

He will bend you over something and fake bang you

Or he’ll pull you onto his lap and have you ride him

He’s just really horny and somehow seems to get what he wants when he wants by just being a persistent bastard

Sugawara Koshi

He’s your biggest hype man!

You could be wearing a potato sack and hes be smiling as clapping telling you how great you like

He’s like a facebook mom, he takes pictures of you all the time and just brags about you to everyone

He also takes the best instagram photos

He ever so slightly makes you wear more modest stuff (not that it matters)

But it does help with some of the rando’s who try to get with you literally every time you go out

You also seem to be a catcall magnet

And HE barks back at them

Like “bark” “woof woof” kinda bark

Every time, he has not let anyone pass

Now a horny Koishi is just like regular Koshi but every so slightly more snappy

But he mostly just attaches himself to your rear and just sits

He’ll stand behind you and grind or he’ll rock the both of you back and forth so it looks slightly less like he’s trying to bang you

But if you’re teasing him alot he’ll just grab you and take you to your room or another room and just bang

Either way he’s getting what he wants

Futakuchi Kenji

This guy shows you off!

He wanted everyone to know that you are his and his only!

He’s a lucky guys and wants everyone to know it

He isn’t to controlling of what you wear but that doesn't mean he doesn't get turned on

(he does, and fairly easily)

Any kind of booty short

They frame your ass like the fuking Mona Lisa, it should be illegal. And how they accent your thighs and make them look so soft and cuddly

Short-ish dresses

I'm talking mid-thigh, frilly, like the type that people take the panty shots from. It's just that they are always shorter in the back and sometimes he can see your panties under them.

One time you were making something in the kitchen with one of them on and he just laid in between your legs and just started….from the floor…...up to your panities

(like a creep)

Any many other random articles of clothing, but those two just seemed to set him off the most.

He’s demanding horny boy

He wastes no time in just grinding on you and telling you how much of a whore you are for getting turned on.

He also has no shame in doing in while people watch

Waiting is such a hassle and if he could just fick you in an alley he’s going to

Let all those jerks see who you love <3

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mxtchalilies · 2 years

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︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ RANDOM HAIKYUU BOYS + A BONDING MOMENT WITH THEIR S/O !

—highlights: oikawa tooru; goshiki tsutomu; sakusa kiyoomi

—word count total: 1.4k words

—notes: fluff; characters x g/n! reader (though afab! for oikawa's with the use of "muse"); headcanons + drabble; use of petnames; a lil messy and quite long; cheesy and ooc (?)

—rimi's letter: this is my first time posting my writing so i apologize if it's sloppy aaa !! might make this hq blog take requests if it's well-received ?

OIKAWA TOORU & UNPLANNED PHOTOSHOOTS ! ༉‧₊˚.

ღ oikawa absolutely adores going on dates with you, his beloved s/o! like, 'literally swooning and bothering iwa-chan about it'-level adores. at some point in the day, his brain starts racking adorable little scenarios of you two going out wherever. you can bet he's going to act upon it and is usually the one initiating it too—oikawa is pretty persuasive when he wants to be ღ whether it's by a chirp of, "i saw this cute cafe nearby, why don't we check it out?" or a little pout of, "angel, can we go out later? i missed you" he just wants to spend time with his sweetheart in a place they'd both like! (and show the world how lucky he is being with you!) he understands if you're busy, though he makes you promise to go on a date soon. but if you agree? his heart is going overdrive from excitement (and poor iwa-chan has to deal with a hyperactive overthinking oikawa... stay strong iwa) ღ the photoshoot part of dates is completely unplanned, usually spurred by the sole instincts of oikawa to snap images. he claims he wants to capture the moment to engrave in his memory (both in his head and his poor phone's memory storage). so when you both went out to a cafe, and he sees the angle of the sun kissing your frame just so perfectly... get ready for several minutes of picture-taking

"tooru, please tell me why you refuse to let me check out the new cake display by the counter for nearly five minutes now?"

oikawa's brown eyes glanced up to look at you briefly, before returning to stare at the screen of his phone. a few seconds of silence hung until you heard a click of the phone's camera, "just one more picture angel, then i'll get you that cake" he responds in a murmur, tilting his phone vertically before groaning in frustration

you couldn't help the small smile creeping onto your lips when you see his scrunched up look and matching pout, "you seem so intent on taking that picture perfectly, 'kawa. what for?"

"because it's a shame if i don't do you justice!" his outburst is equally as frantic as he gestures, pointing to the setting sun and its warm glow, "the sun is practically shining glory onto your beauty—you look like a muse, a deity—and i'd be a fool to let this opportunity pass by just like that!"

now you wonder whether it's the sunset's rays or the blush creeping on your face that's making you heat up. but with the small gasp and immediate shutter of a phone camera, you seem to have gotten your answer

"gosh, you're still pretty even when you're blushing! my pretty angel... oh and for that five minute wait, i'll get you that cake you wanted!"

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU & HAIR-STYLING ! ༉‧₊˚.

ღ first thing's first: he got the idea of styling your hair from two separate events. the first instance was something he didn't pay too much mind: when he read some articles trying to find something cute to do with your s/o (because the baby wants to impress and swoon you). the other instance, which got his attention, was a little quip from tendou about how cute he finds hair-styling ღ goshiki had a brainrot about this, i'm not kidding. he literally looked up techniques on how to braid hair properly, he went on a shopping trip to find some cute hair accessories, he even studied and tried to find out whether a comb or a brush would be more ideal for hair-styling. tendou caught onto what goshiki's planning and acted as the push of confidence he needed. so now the baby's fired up and determined to do it and make the braid the best one you'll lay eyes on! ღ he underestimated anxiety, however, as he practically trips over his feet and jumbles over his words when faced with you. the practice he did in front of the mirror is all for naught when he finds himself mumbling and fumbling, internally scolding himself over how clumsy he now looks. but when your sweet laughter rings through his ears and you actually allowed him to play with your hair? the guy feels like ascending the heavens

the way goshiki threads through your hair is soft, almost featherlight in his touch—very difficult to believe it's the same hand you saw practice sharp and hard-hitting spikes all those months ago

you're quite surprised that he's doing a great job styling your hair. a part of you was expecting a cute attempt in what's supposedly called a "braid" but then again, it's goshiki we're talking about—your sweet, determined, soon-to-be ace boyfriend. he definitely wants to perfect this for you and you seem to have no say out

soon enough you felt your braid being secured using a purple ribbon. as he pulls back, you take in the stars in your boyfriend's eyes—in awe of how pretty you looked because of a braid he managed to perfect. pride swelled in his chest, and a tiny grin broke onto his lips,

"uwoh! I-I did it, I actually did it... I did a perfect braid..!"

giggling, you peck his cheek, "yes you did darling, you did it well. i love it!" your eyes trail to the other untouched ribbon, a sudden idea boiling in your head as your boyfriend blabbers about

you poke him, "tsu-kun?" "yes?" "how would you feel if i did the exact same braid on you?"

goshiki blinked twice before furrowing his eyebrows, "that would... wouldn't that make us have similar braids? we'd be matching—"

realization struck in the form of a blush and all he could muster is a meek and understanding "oh"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI & STAR GAZING ! ༉‧₊˚.

ღ when i tell you that you've got this man wrapped around your finger, you best believe you have him so very smitten to the point he'd try to do things he normally wouldn't—just for you. sakusa tries to be subtle about his gestures but you quickly catch onto it ღ he initially wanted to refuse the request but... it's you—and the little shine of expectancy in your eyes made it even more hard for him to say no to you. he agreed to your one-time request of star gazing under two conditions: you guys lay on a picnic blanket, and that when bugs appear, you guys get back in. (you actually prepared some umeboshi as a final tactic but it turns out you didn't need it. still, you brought some along that night) ღ sakusa actually found himself liking the experience. the tranquil blanket of night facing you both, singing slumbers to everyone under its care. a sea of stars twinkling like decorations, tracing patterns of tales waiting to be read. the atmosphere is much to his liking: just the two of you and the gentle breeze of night. and he gets to witness all of this with you, the one whom he loves so dearly. how can he not be hooked?

"omi, i really think we should've printed out that constellation chart we saw on the 'net..."

you're both laying on your backs with your eyes still focused on the sky even as you feel sakusa intertwine his palm with yours. he chuckled softly, "what makes you say that, dear?"

"we could've tried to spot some constellations! maybe there's actually one we'd see here!" "fine. the next time we do this again, i'll remind you to print it out"

all the words to your response die at your throat and you thought you're going crazy, "kiyoomi... did i hear that right?" you sat up, now looking down directly at him in bewilderment

this was one of the rare moments that sakusa didn't bother to wear his mask out. with the aid of the moon's glow, you can clearly make tell of his emotions. from the squint of his eyes, the furrowing of his eyebrows, and the small downwards curve of his lips—clear confusion is written all over his face

"did you hear what right?"

a sudden wash of hope and excitement brought about a gleeful smile on your face, "you said 'next time we do this'. omi, do you want to go star gazing with me again soon?"

this time, it was him who had to find his words, "i-... s-sure"

sakusa didn't stutter because he was caught and simply embarrassed, no. he was caught off guard over how beautiful you looked. that pure happiness and love in your eyes, a smile so bright he swears it rivals the sun (ironic considering he noticed how the moon gently drapes its light over you too)

if loving you and being with you is all that it takes for you to look at him with such raw love, then by all the stars in the sky he swears to love you forever

! mxtchalilies, 2021. copying, stealing, editing, or using this work in any way without my permission is not allowed. reblogs and shares however, are much appreciated <3

#⛩️៹ %.・decree #rewritten 🎐 ·˚ ༘ ꒱#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #oikawa tōru #oikawa x reader #oikawa fluff #goshiki tsutomu #goshiki x reader #goshiki fluff #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader #sakusa fluff #꒰ 🍡 ꒱ؘOIKAWA ࿐ ࿔#꒰ 🍡 ꒱ؘGOSHIKI ࿐ ࿔#꒰ 🍡 ꒱ؘSAKUSA ࿐ ࿔

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server collab || ii

Server Collab from the Haikyuu HQ server with the prompt: “Guess I‘ll just have to cum inside you.“

The masterlist for the whole collab is here!

Genre: fluff, smut

Warnings: slight SPOILER (it‘s really really small), smut obviously, little bit of public stuff if you count it as such, slight breeding kink, wedding sex, lot‘s of fluff

Word count: 3292

“I still remember when Iwa-chan told me, how he embarrassed himself in front of a cute girl and hoped he would never see her again to not relive the existential dread he felt at that moment. And then he told me he met her again and she laughed over the mishap and they were going to get coffee next week.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“I am so sorry.” His face was red, head bowed down in embarrassment, but you could still see it at the tip of his ears.

“It’s okay, it wasn’t like you were a stalker or something.” You were giggling a bit at the state he was in. “On top of that it is kinda my fault, I should’ve closed the curtains or something.” He slowly raised himself again, face still scrunched up in discomfort. He really looked like he was in horrendous pain and it was kinda your fault. “Please don’t beat yourself up over it. I’ll treat you to coffee, to make you feel better, when are you free?”

Maybe the fact that he was a looker made you act a bit more open towards him than usual, but you genuinely felt bad for him. He was obviously beating himself up over that accident a couple of days ago.

You had realised fast that you could look from your window right into the room on the other side of the street, which was why you invested in curtains pretty early. But apparently, you had forgotten to close them this time, so when you turned around shirtless and made eye contact with a man, you were both equally surprised. He looked mortified and you couldn’t even blink when he suddenly dropped to the floor, now hidden from your wide eyes.

Your body reacted, even though he probably couldn’t see you anymore, shielding your breasts with one arm, the other hastily closing the curtains. After the initial shock wore off you couldn’t help but giggle a bit. Why did he just drop to the floor? He could’ve turned around or something.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

Next to you, Hajime buried his face in his hands, but the large grin that had adorned his face for the whole evening was still there. Tooru waited a bit until the laughter calmed down until he continued.

“When I came back from Argentina for a visit she was already his girlfriend of five months. And when I saw Iwa-chan I knew that she would probably stick around for longer. You know, Iwa-chan is a very violent person-“ “Only towards shitty people!” You knew he couldn’t have let that jab just go by, but Tooru professionally ignored him.

“but with her, he was very soft, always touching her in some way. Sometimes touching too much. Don’t think we forgot the trip to the cabin!” He scoldingly wiggled his finger towards you, accompanied by Makki’s and Mattsun’s affirming but still scandalised shouts.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“We gotta be quick, Haji.” His lips were hot on your collarbones, fingers already dipping under your shirt, quickly pulling it over your head. “I know, they will wonder where we are.”

You had excused yourself for a second from the movie the others had put on. It was the first time this day where there weren’t two other people in the room with you, everybody being huddled in the living room of the small cabin where you resided for the weekend. With two bedrooms shared between the six of you and one big room that functioned as kitchen, living and dining room, there was never space for some alone time, which you were desperate to have after your boyfriend strutted around you shirtless the whole day. It should be illegal for someone as fine as he was to do such things.

Foreplay had to be postponed for the next time, you had little time until the others would grow suspicious. “No need, I can take you.”

You pulled his fingers out of your entrance, desperate to just feel his cock in you. He chuckled at your eagerness, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock sprung free, already hard and leaking. Apparently, you weren’t the only sexually frustrated one.

“Fuck,” you breathed out when he buried himself in you with one stroke.

“Quiet, baby.” His lips found yours stifling your small moans as he began moving his hips.

Breathless gasped and small moans soon filled the room, occasionally accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, when Hajime couldn’t stop his hips before they met yours. “I’m close,” you whimpered as he began rubbing your clit and he shot you a breathless smile and pressed a small kiss to your lips. “Bite something when you come,” he said quietly, thrusts becoming a bit more erratic.

“Disgusting!” Loud banging on the door interrupted you and Hajime let out a string of curses. “If you already know then don’t go interrupting, Shittykawa!” Not having to hide anymore his hips finally snapped into yours, using the full capacity of his strength to make you moan against his shoulder.

Unfortunately, the orgasm you experienced didn’t lessen the embarrassment when you faced the others again.

-*-*-*-*-*-*

It was your turn to hang your head in shame, trying not to meet your parents’ eyes, who were seated next to you. Or worse, Hajime’s parents.

Tooru chuckled at your misery, before continuing.

“To be honest, I wasn’t that surprised when Iwa-chan called me and told me he would send me pictures of rings and I should help him decide. He obviously forgot timezones since it was 2am for me and I first thought somebody had died, but after promising to make me best man I obviously forgave him.” The guests laughed again and Tooru took a well-rehearsed break.

“I don’t think I have seen Iwa-chan as nervous as when he was rehearsing his proposal through me via Skype. I told him it was good, even though he was a stammering mess. But the thing about those two over there is that they calm each other down. So I knew, when the moment would come, everything would go swimmingly. I saw the way they looked at each other, there was no way she would say no.”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“What are you planning?” You were chuckling, when Hajime lead you through the small house on the outskirts of Tokyo you two had purchased together when it was safe that he was staying in Japan with his work. “Let me surprise you, woman, and stop asking.” You could hear the amusement in his voice and it made your heart bloom. After all these years together he still made you feel like you were going on your first date. And he probably always would.

“Small step, be careful.”

You felt the ground changing from the hardwood floor to a rougher and colder one, showing you that you were now outside on the small terrace. You didn’t have to wonder for long, what he was planning when he carefully pulled the blindfold off your face. The first thing you saw was him.

But it was enough. He was smiling at you, his eyes radiating love. You couldn’t help but snaking your arms around his neck, to press a kiss to his lips. “You look so handsome. I love you.”

Hajime in a suit was something you had the pleasure of seeing a couple of times, but it still caught you off guard how someone could look this good.

“You haven’t even looked around, idiot,” He chuckled but still laid his arms around you to tug you towards him to kiss you again. After that he still forced you to turn around, to take a look at what he conjured in the last couple of hours.

The small garden you had behind your house was completely transformed, fairy lights making the faint evening glow even more magical.

“It’s beautiful.” The words were soft, Hajime wouldn’t have heard them if he wasn’t standing this close to you. “All for you, baby. I love you. I just thought, maybe we could sit on the blanket, maybe drink a bit of wine and just talk, you know?” His voice was laced with nervousness, even if he wasn’t even sure why. He knew you would like what he did. He went through your Pinterest boards and they were loaded with fairy lights, clinking classes, kisses shared under the faint glow. “That sounds perfect. What’s the occasion? I haven’t forgotten anything, right?” He laughed out loud at your nervousness. “No, babe, you haven’t. I just wanted to do something for you.”

His smile was so pure, filled with raw emotion, you had to kiss him again, putting as much passion as possible into the kiss. “Thank you, Hajime. I love you so much. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

Your eyes were a bit wetter than usual and you hastily blinked the tears away, smiling at your boyfriend, ready to have a magical evening.

He really had everything prepared. Next to the blanket, a small cooler with a bottle of rosé laid, together with two glasses for you. His phone played soft instrumental music in the background, as you settled yourself against his chest, occasionally sipping at your wine, reminiscing about the past years, wishing for the future ones.

“Hey, move for a second, my leg’s fallen asleep.” A small tug of his leg under you made you sit up, while he fixed his posture, both of you now sitting upright in front of each other.

“Sorry, about that. Do you want to stand up for a bit to move it?” His eyes twinkled with amusement as he tugged you back down when you already wanted to stand up.

A shaky breath escaped him. So this was it. “Y/N, baby, I love you. So much, you can’t even imagine. You’ve been with me for the past couple of years and I honestly can’t wait for the future, if you’re by my side.” He paused for a second, hand slipping into his pocket. “Hajime.” Tears were already welling up in your eyes before he even managed to pull the ring out of his pocket, that he and Tooru had chosen so diligently a couple months prior.

“Will you marry me?”

-*-*-*-*-*-*

“Those two, right there, are a great couple if I’ve ever seen one. I actually can’t imagine a better partner for my Iwa-chan. Hajime. I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve been growing up alongside you and, dare I say, we’ve both become pretty great.” Tooru chuckled a bit, but everyone could hear his voice wavering, as his eyes were fixated on his best friend.

“I can’t express how happy I am, to still have you in my life, to now seeing you maturing into this great man who is inspiring others in everything he does. Seeing you enter this new part of your life, with this great woman in my life warms my heart. And you deserve nothing less. A toast to you. A toast to your future, Mr. and Mrs. Iwaizumi.” He raised his glass to you, a big smile on his face.

If he weren’t sitting right across from you, you would’ve missed the small tears rolling down his face. The guests around you all raised their glasses to towards you, everyone touched by Tooru’s speech.

But nobody came close to Hajime, who was clenching your hand in his’ tightly, tears welling up in his eyes, before he strode over to his friend, tightly embracing him.

You couldn’t hear what words were exchanged as tears fell and people smiled at the pair. Every guest at your wedding knew about Hajime and Tooru. The best friends, the best partners, who have been with each other since they were about five years old. Who only see each other every couple of months, partners technically becoming rivals.

When your husband came back to you his eyes were puffy, some tears still escaping, but the happiest smile on his face. Tooru hugged you too, wishing you good luck for your future, making a small joke about becoming an uncle again and telling you, once again, to take care of his best friend, his brother.

“I’m so happy to be your wife.” Hajime kissed you at your words but you still knew that he was equally as happy as you were. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily now,” you joked, relishing in the laughter that escaped him.

“As if I would ever want that. I’m going to put some kids in you as soon as possible. And then we have a little family. Maybe even a big family. Whatever you want.” He kissed you again and you couldn’t help but smile at the picture of him with kids in your head. More importantly, your kids. “About that.” You leaned into his side, grateful for the minutes you had at the edge of the room. “I’ve been thinking, maybe stopping my birth control? I mean we don’t have to start trying and stuff, but we’re married now and we’ve been together for a while, and we talked about it already, and-“ You were cut off with a passionate kiss, Hajime even dipping you slightly as he practically devoured you.

“Do you mean that? Do you really mean that?” You could only nod, a wide grin on your lips as you cupped his face in your hands to bring his mouth to yours again. “Fuck, I love you. I can’t wait to fuck you today.” Heat shot through your stomach at his words and his kisses did nothing to soothe it.

“Hajime.” You really didn’t intend for his name to sound like such a whimper. But when he growled against your lips you knew you were done for. “The bridal room. Where I got ready. Let’s go.”

You felt like a schoolgirl sneaking around again, when you were rushing through the halls of the venue, hand in hand with your new husband, giggling around, until you finally closed the door behind you, being pressed against the same one in an instant, a breathless Hajime resting his forehead against yours.

You were whispering ’I love you’s to each other for the probably thousandths time this day, but it wasn’t like you were growing tired of it anytime soon. “You gotta be careful about the dress, I don’t wanna have cum stains somewhere,” you reminded him as he was flicking up your skirt, already sinking to his knees.

“Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you.” You giggled in excitement at his statement, soon leading into a moan, when he buried his face between your lower lips, thong pulled to the side, his tongue expertly doing all the things he found out about you the years before.

“Fuck, Hajime.” Your fingers thread themselves in his hair, tugging him closer.

He took one of your legs in his hand, tugging it over his shoulder and digging even deeper between your legs, using the fingers of his other hand as well, to insert two of them into your dripping cunt. “Haji, I’m coming,” you whimpered, clamping onto him.

“Wait for my cock.” The years of never neglected training came in handy, when he stood up, with you in his arms, to seat you on the small table, that was probably just in the room for decorating purposes. You shrieked a bit at how fast everything was happening, but you kind of agreed with him.

The first time you should come as husband and wife should be with him deep inside you.

He dropped his suit pants to his ankles and you could feel yourself clench with excitement. “Ready, baby?”

“Yes, please, Haji.” You pulled him towards you again to connect your lips, moaning into his mouth when he rubbed his dick up and down your folds, coating himself in your arousal.

It’s weird to explain what you felt the moment he pushed himself inside you. You had sex lots of times. But in that moment you felt more complete than you ever did.

You stayed like that for a couple of seconds, connected in the most intimate way possible, before his hips snapped back and into you again, eliciting a moan of both of you.

“Honestly, fucking you in your wedding dress is hot as fuck.” He laughed breathlessly, kissing you again, all while not halting his thrusts.

“Think about me pregnant with your kids,” you purred in his ear and squeaked in delight when his next thrust was harder than before.

“Don’t get me started. You’re going to look so good pregnant. All round and cozy.” His speed grew more erratic and you knew he would come soon.

“Fuck, we gonna start soon, right?” Your fingers clenched in his shirt, pushing him closer to you, chasing your own high.

“We’re starting right now, baby.” He kissed you again, hand moving down to rub your clit again, chuckling at the little whimpers you let out.

“Haji-“ You didn’t need to say more, he already knew, what you wanted to tell him.

“Go on, baby.” You kissed again, moans mixing in your mouths, as his tongue caressed yours, the slight taste of your juices still left on them. Every time his cock hit that one part you had to suppress a small scream, only slightly moaning in your husband's mouth.

“Can’t wait for tonight. Gonna fill you- ah- up again and again. And then you can be as loud as you want. Fuck. Gonna take my time with you.”

The filth he muttered against your lips only made you clench down harder onto his cock, feeling your high approaching rapidly. It was him coming, his cum spurting into you, which finally sent you over the edge, legs wrapping around him, bringing him even closer to your body, completely engulfing him, dead set on never letting him go.

Heavy breathing filled the room, as you both came down from your high. Small kisses were being exchanged, I love you’s were mumbled. But it was still perfect.

“I’m already anticipating tonight,” you mumbled, slightly exhausted due to moaning so much, making him chuckle, while his hands calmingly rubbed up and down your sides.

When he pulled out of you, you moaned again at the feeling of his cum slowly dribbling out of you.

“This looks so good. You look so good.” Hajime’s eyes were focused on the spot between your legs, fingers twitching to push it back inside.

“Don’t let it go on the dress!” You shrieked, chuckling at the way he darted to get a paper towel, carefully wiping you down.

“You alright, baby?” He helped you down from the table after pushing your thong back in place and fixing up his suit pants.

“Yeah. I love you. You made me the happiest woman alive, today, you know that?” The smile he threw your way at your words made your heart bloom. You were so in love with this man.

“Now, brace yourself for the comments.” You intertwined your fingers again, going back down the hallways to rejoin your guests at your reception. “You think somebody noticed something?” Your hands grew sweaty at the thought. Hopefully, nobody suspected a thing. Especially not his parents. Or worse, the grandparents!

“Tooru will have noticed for sure. You know how he is. If we’re lucky he hasn’t told Makki or Mattsun.” Hajime seemed way to relaxed at the thought, only shrugging his shoulders, ditching your hand to throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you into his side.

“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you could feel he was smiling.

“I love you, too.”

No matter what was going to happen once you got back, this was still the best day of your life.

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