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Summary: A fix-it Fic I wrote because I’m still not over Rengoku and I don’t think I ever will be. You are a slayer that had trained under Rengoku for years, and though you started your journey as a slayer later in life than most, you make up for it in quick learning and prowess. When You hear from Rengoku’s crow that an upper six demon has joined the fight on the Mugen Train, you drop everything to help him.
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I want to take a shower with gyomei. just wash his 7'2ft while his big, veiny hands rest on my hips, fingers every so often digging into my soft flesh because he just feels awkward standing there not knowing what to do except to relish in the way my hands roam his arms, his broad chest, his stomach.. but when I'm washing his hair he's sitting cross-legged, with me seated on his lap, my arms stretched up to rack through his wet strands and wash the shampoo out of them. the way his wet dark brown locks fall over his forehead, and the way his cheeks flush when I brush them out of his face, hands sliding down his face to craddle his cheeks in my hands. and even though he's so tall and big, looking so intimidating to strangers, people don’t realise that his soul is like a delicate flower and that that’s the reason why I’m treating him like one, “Gyo, you’re so handsome. You know that, right?”
haikyuu men who says 'just the tip' but as soon as his swollen sticky tip is inside your walls, he loses his mind and ends up putting his whole aching dick in you.
~lots of whimpering, panting heavily and mumbling next to your ear.
BOKUTO, atsumu, HINATA, oikawa, tanaka, kuroo, LEV, koganegawa, goshiki, SUNA
I want to take a shower with gyomei. just wash his 7'2ft while his big, veiny hands rest on my hips, fingers every so often digging into my soft flesh because he just feels awkward standing there not knowing what to do except to relish in the way my hands roam his arms, his broad chest, his stomach.. but when I'm washing his hair he's sitting cross-legged, with me seated on his lap, my arms stretched up to rack through his wet strands and wash the shampoo out of them. the way his wet dark brown locks fall over his forehead, and the way his cheeks flush when I brush them out of his face, hands sliding down his face to craddle his cheeks in my hands. and even though he's so tall and big, looking so intimidating to strangers, people don’t realise that his soul is like a delicate flower and that that’s the reason why I’m treating him like one, “Gyo, you’re so handsome. You know that, right?”
I want to take a shower with gyomei. just wash his 7'2ft while his big, veiny hands rest on my hips, fingers every so often digging into my soft flesh because he just feels awkward standing there not knowing what to do except to relish in the way my hands roam his arms, his broad chest, his stomach.. but when I'm washing his hair he's sitting cross-legged, with me seated on his lap, my arms stretched up to rack through his wet strands and wash the shampoo out of them. the way his wet dark brown locks fall over his forehead, and the way his cheeks flush when I brush them out of his face, hands sliding down his face to craddle his cheeks in my hands. and even though he's so tall and big, looking so intimidating to strangers, people don’t realise that his soul is like a delicate flower and that that’s the reason why I’m treating him like one, “Gyo, you’re so handsome. You know that, right?”
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after rush hours at the restaurant, osamu quickly took a shower as soon he got home and now he was drying his hair with a towel while his eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. it was almost twelve at night but yet you still weren't home. this wasn't like you since your job was generally between nine to six.
the moment he finished drying his hair with the towel, he threw it on the couch and went to get his phone from the table, which he hadn't been able to look at all day.
there weren’t any missed calls or messages from you. it wasn't like he wasn't worried about you now. he thought you'll be home like always. he was so busy all day that he didn't even have the time to check on you. osamu being not able to text you wasn't something that happens all the time and since you've talked about it before, he thought it wasn't the problem caused by him. i mean there wasn't something like you giving him attitude for not being able to text you.
without waiting any longer, he unlocked his phone and called you. after one ring from your phone, it was turned off right away by you. osamu couldn't hide his astonishment. he couldn't help but wait for you to call him back. he put his phone by his side, leaned his head on the back of the couch, closed his eyes and waited for you to return, to call him or at least inform him about yourself. not even five minutes later, he jumped up from the couch just as he heard the keys click.
when you opened the door, you turned your back and closed the door without looking at him. while hanging your coat and bag on the hanger osamu said quietly 'hm?' to get your attention. he could see how tired you looked. he didn't want to wait anymore to relax with you.
even when you finished what you were doing, you still didn't say a word to osamu which was making him nervous. not knowing what to do, osamu didn't want to wait any longer so he approached your walking figure from behind and wrapped his arms around your waist.
you stopped as soon as you felt his arms around you. you were feeling upset, angry and tired because of the work your boss gave you. it's been a week since your boss gave this project because he was thinking you were suitable for that but for a week, you were not only tired physically but also mentally. today, you just gave your last touches to this work feeling tired but at least happy for finishing it but it turned out it wasn't good enough for your boss' liking. it didn't just cause him to insult you in front of your coworkers but also made him lose your value in his eyes.
in short, you have been feeling your blood boil for hours, needing somewhere to drain your venom.
"sweetheart, won't you cuddle me back?" osamu said pulling you out of your thoughts.
you became stiff. not wanting to make him upset because of your problems, you just got yourself out of his arms and took quick steps to the living room.
as soon as you got to the living room, you just felt your heart beat more rapidly when you saw the room. the room looked very messy. when you took a few steps forward, you could see the kitchen; the plates used in the morning were still on the counter. as if you weren't mad enough, thinking how osamu didn't even bother to clean up the house when you were working hard for a week, made your blood boil more.
"what the fuck is that?" you said, turning around to see osamu behind you. he was still where you left him, looking too lost.
"what's what, baby?" he said walking to your figure.
"what's this fucking mess in this house, osamu? i am working my ass off for days and i came after a long day only to see as if a world war happened in this house." you said, being unable to control your voices volume.
"well, it's not like i was the one who left the house this messy. and since these days i had breakfast at the restaurant, clearly those plates on the counter weren’t used by me." osamu said, standing in front of you and raising his eyebrow as he finished his sentence.
"you look really tense sweetheart."
he added and put his palms on your shoulders.
"let's go to our room, we can clean up–" he kind of grabbed you and let his palms to lead you to the room.
"for fucks sake," you harshly got away from his light grip and walked fast to grab his towel on the couch to show him.
there was a confused look on osamu's face before you threw his towel at him.
"whose towel is that then?"
"wh–" while osamu held the towel on his face and lowering it furiously.
"i don't remember i own this kind of towel, 'samu. are you too lazy to put your towel in the laundry box?" you felt as if your neck was on fire, your brain was numb and your whole body was shaking as you shouted. there was a feeling of hot lava draining through your head.
"what? are you kidding me rig–"
"i think you're the one who's kidding right now. not paying attention to our home," you started to walk toward him. you knew you were crossing boundaries but in that moment, you weren't in your mind.
as you got closer to him, your voice was getting loud.
"not paying attention to our relationship? you didn't even message me today. while i was crushing under those papers, i bet you were just taking orders from few people that came to eat your tasteless food." you yelled at him without breathing.
osamu was squeezing the towel in his hand so tightly that his knuckles started to get white. the veins on his neck were started to show up as well and there was a redness on there.
"watch your words, y/n." he said with gritted teeths. he was trying so hard to not to say something that will make things heat up because he already realized that today wasn't really good for you but you were being too much with talking like that.
"what if i don't?" you moved closer to him and pressed your finger to his chest.
him being calm made you angrier, in that moment you thought he didn't care to talk with you.
his eyes were glossy, jaw clenched and chest heaving deeply. but you didn't mind the state he's in at that moment. you chuckled sarcastically and took a step back.
"i was working in order to have a promotion which means to get us better future but there's you at home, being no use." you saw osamu's lips curled up slightly. he didn't even move from where he stood. and your body was shaking as you continued to yell at him.
the excess adrenaline in your body was making your heart beat fast and this was making hard for you to breathe but you kept on. you approached him again.
"you're not even bothered to do some chores that i do generally with not even complaining a bit. what did you do all day huh? making onigiris at your restaurant and giving them beggars when no one bu–"
"shut the fuck up, y/n." he yelled at you. he saw that giving you your own medicine looked like it worked for you to realize what you were doing.
"i also had busy day. i didn't even have the time to call you today. and you know very well that i don't do something like this unless i am not busy." he wasn't screaming at you but for sure his voice loud. locking his eyes with yours, he exhaled deeply.
"you know the company near my restaurant right? the chairman of that company came to my restaurant today and liked the onigiris i made which are tasteless and asked me to make them for his company's cafeteria." he narrowed his eyes painfully.
"i was happy to tell you these, i was smiling like a fool a whole fucking day to tell these to my s/o but–" he stopped when he saw your eyes was getting teary.
all the things you had said to him started to hit you. yelling at him like a crazy, calling his onigiris tasteless which is not definitely true. you always liked his onigiris especially the ones he did for you. a tear fell from your eye as you saw osamu turned his back to you. your body was shaking as if an earthquake happened in you. you felt your chest got tightened but unable to speak, you just run to him and wrap your arms around his waist. osamu stopped as he felt your arms. you were be able to feel how fast his heart was beating.
"sorry," you inhaled loudly. "i am sorry 'samu. i was just–" your voice was trembling as you tried to form a proper sentence. you tried to swallow the lump in your throat and added.
"when i get like this, i don't realize the sentences i am making and i don't even consider about how it can be hurtful." you tightened your arms around his waist and raised your head from his back to rest your forehead on him.
"please,"
"i know." osamu said trying to get off of your tight grip.
"i know that you didn't have a really good day. i can clearly tell and i tried to assume a humble attitude because we all have these days." after he got off of your arms, he stood in front of your shaking figure. osamu put his forefinger under your chin and raised your head.
"but having bad days doesn't mean you can be mean as hell." his eyes weren't glassy anymore. his voice sounded so deep. he made his forefinger drop off of your chin. osamu turned his back to go to the bedroom. you let out little sobs when he turned his back to you.
"we can talk tomorrow. now let's just sleep."
I KNOW THE ENDING IS AWFUL AS FUCK maybe part2?? but this draft has been waiting for so long for me to complete it and post 💀 i was actually planning to add one character too but yk what ive been in slump for a month and if i don't post this now it will probably start to rot like my other drafts shower sex with iwaizumi and after breaking up with bokuto ten years ago 😭
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