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It's hard not to notice how Iwaizumi gets flustered when Mattsun brings up cock warming. You have to know what he's thinking about.
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"Have you ever tried it?"
Iwaizumi glances up. You're lounging on the couch, wearing your favourite sleep set. The one he secretly hates, because the straps have a tendency to slide off your shoulders when you're unaware.
"Tried what?"
Your lips curl into a grin. Mattsun and Makki left less than ten minutes ago, and you're already smiling like you're up to no good. Sometimes Iwaizumi secretly wishes you had a third roommate. Maybe that would create some needed space, maybe it could soothe some of the electric tension between you. He's not sure he understands the inexplicable change between you that's been growing these last couple of months, but he doesn't want to ruin your friendship.
And at the end of the day, he knows he doesn't actually want a third roommate. He likes that he's the one who gets to see you sleepy and slow in the morning, cranky in the evening. That he gets to cook you meals when you're too tired to do it yourself. He doesn't want to share any of it.
"You know," you say, grin turning wicked. Iwaizumi rakes his brain, trying to figure out what you're talking about. He runs through the things you talked about, Mattsun and the funeral home, Makki being unemployed and broke, Oikawa's game last week, something about your shitty ex-boyfriendâ
Oh.
The new girl Mattsun has been hooking up with.
"Cock warming," you say, giggling. Like you're reading his mind, realising exactly what he's thinking right now. He knows you saw. Saw the way his cheeks grew flushed at the conversation. Saw the way he avoided eye contact, while Makki was too distracted with teasing Mattsun.
"There's no way it can be that good," he'd said. Mattsun had leaned back against the couch and smiled lazily, the way he always does, the way Iwaizumi knows makes girls fawn over him.
Iwaizumi hadn't added anything to the conversation, hoping to stay clear of any suspicion. Apparently, that wasn't enough, because when he'd looked at you, you were already looking back. Smiling, in that way that meant your mind was going a thousand miles per hour. Planning. Scheming.
Your tiny tank top slipping off your shoulder all the while.
"Hajiii," you sing-song. His eyes dart towards his bedroom, hoping to escape, and you notice, your eyes narrowing at him. "C'mere,"
You pat the spot next to you on the couch as you sit up. He obliges, because what else can he do? When you're sitting there, hair slightly dishevelled from when Makki ruffled it on his way out, looking so, so sweet.
"Wanna try it?"
Your voice is syrupy sweet, dripping honey and temptation. You're halfway crawling into his lap, one of your hands placed on his thigh. Iwaizumi swallows.
"We shouldn't," he says, and it makes you pout, pushing further. You lean in, and he can smell your perfume now, something sweet and flowery.
You're always flirting with him, but this. This is something different, something heavier. There's no deniable plausibility here, no light teasing.
Iwaizumi will admit that he's always secretly basked in the affection you'd reward him. He's used to girls fawning over Oikawa, or making out with Mattsun at parties, or going on dates with Makki. But you. You've always danced around him, making him feel special. Lightheaded.
"Hajime," you pout, drawing him out of his thoughts. "Why not?"
He swallows again, throat feeling dry. Why not?
You're fully straddling him now, sinking into his lap.
Why not?
Wrapping your arms around your neck, you're looking down at him, still smiling.
"Have you ever tried it?" you whisper, while you play with the hairs at the back of his neck. Poor Iwaizumi has to hold back a groan as he closes his eyes.
"No."
"Do you wanna?"
You know you're being bold. But you've been holding back for so long. Who can blame you for finally breaking when you've been watching him squirm around all night?
"It could be fun. We could put on a movie or something," you say, and you grind your hips into his experimentally. Your grin widens when you feel that he's already half hard. His hands fly to your hips, holding you still as he takes a deep breath.
You can see the turmoil in his brown eyes, feel the storm rising in him.
"Okay," he says, releasing your hips.
The look on your face is victorious, and you move your hands down, squeezing his shoulders in excitement.
"I pick the movie," he manages to bite out, and you nod eagerly, hands flying down to the waistband of his shorts.
"Sure, Haji, whatever you want," you murmur, focused on the new objective at hand. Iwaizumi grabs your hands, placing them behind your back. You look down at him, frowning. Finally gaining some footing, Iwaizumi tuts at you, shaking his head.
"Let me pick a movie first," he murmurs. He keeps your hands where they are, with one big hand on your wrists, while he leans over you, grabbing the TV remote off the coffee table. He leans back on the couch again, casually opening Netflix. You stare, dumbly, waiting for the next instruction.
The thing you've always liked about Iwaizumi is that he doesn't let you get away with any of your antics. With Oikawa, it's a constant game of who'll back down first, of who can get away with the most. Mattsun is largely unaffected apart from the times when he'll tag along to help you torment the others. Makki is so easy to tease that it's not even funny.
When it comes to Iwaizumi, he's steady. It's always annoyed you a bit. When he's with Oikawa, it's like it's second nature for him to get riled up. But as soon as it comes to you, he's like a rock. He never lets your antics reach him. Not even the outrageous sleep sets you'll wear or the innocent cuddling when you're having sleepovers.
It's fun.
But now that he's finally given in, you don't know what to do.
"Go grab your blanket," Iwaizumi murmurs into your ear. It takes a few seconds before you spring into action, shuffling towards your bedroom. You quickly grab it, before checking yourself in your mirror before you head back to the living room.
Your face feels hot, and you fix your hair.
This is Hajime. Your Hajime. The guy you've known since you were fifteen, the guy who used to buy you sodas from the vending machine before class and save you from Oikawa's relentless teasing all the time. The guy you moved in with three years ago when you moved to Tokyo.
Because it's cheaper. And easier. And it's nice to have a friend in the apartment, to rant to and cook dinner with.
The guy you've been flirting with for as long as you can remember. Under the guise that it's friendly. And fun. And that there's definitely nothing more to it.
"Did you fall in there?"
"No!"
You pad back into the living room, blanket wrapped around you. Iwaizumi has already picked a movie. You think it's a comedy, judging by the look of it. He raises a brow at you, and you smile as you make your way back to the couch.
"Hi," you say, and he smiles back, patting his thigh.
"C'mere," he says, echoing your own words from earlier, and you oblige instantly, this time settling with your back against his chest. He lets you get comfortable, and you pull the blanket over you. The movie is already starting, but you're not paying attention.
Not when Iwaizumi smells so good.
"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" he asks, and one of his hands finds your hip underneath the blanket, making soothing circles with his thumb.
"I'm not nervous," you protest, and you feel him chuckle beneath you, clearly not believing you.
"Right."
A beat.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to."
He's giving you an out. A last chance to take it back, to not change your friendship into whatever this is. But even then, you know this has been a long time coming. You'd be an idiot to try to stop it.
"No, I want to," you say.
"We can just watch the movie."
"Hajime."
There's a warning in your tone, telling him not to worry anymore. You feel him relaxing, finally, and he grunts, settling into the couch at last. His hand not on your hip roams your side, before he settles on your tit, squeezing your soft skin.
"Okay, baby."
He flicks your nipple through the fabric of your top, and you gasp, squirming. You feel the bulge beneath your ass, and it makes you a little dizzy to know you have this effect on him.
You try to focus on the movie. A girl is screaming at her roommate, throwing things at her. There's a weird-looking dog. Iwaizumi's hand on your hip dips underneath the waistband of your shorts.
"Proper stretching is important," he says, cupping your pussy over your panties. "To prevent injury."
It makes you giggle, the way he speaks like you're one of his athletes. He keeps playing with your nipple while he thumbs your clit with his other hand, applying dull stimulation. You gasp softly, spreading your legs to give him more access.
You don't need to look behind you to know he's smiling. Especially when he dips his fingers into your underwear, stroking your folds and finding you soaking already. He spreads your arousal over your folds, still not giving you any real relief.
The roommates are in their principal's office. She's telling some other story, something about a real nightmare roomie.
"Did you seriously pick a movie about bad roommates?" you ask, and Iwaizumi presses his lips to your throat, planting a wet kiss there.
"It seemed appropriate."
"Excuse me, I am not a bad roomâ Oh,"
You're interrupted when he presses a finger inside you, testing the waters. When you melt into his embrace, he adds another finger, slowly working you open. It's easy when you're already so aroused, feeling like you've been ready ever since you saw his reaction to your friends discussing cock warming hours ago.
"You sure?"
"Uh-huh," you answer, too distracted to form proper words. He curls his fingers, and your mouth falls open in a quiet moan.
"Not even when you wear these shirts," He pulls your shirt down, as if making a point, exposing your tits to the cold air of your living room. "Constantly one bad move away from flashing me?"
"I'd say that's just philanthropy,"
He laughs, surprised. Moving your hair to the side, he kisses your throat again.
The main character in the movie is at a summer camp now. Desperately trying to make friends and failing.
Iwaizumi adds a third finger, and you squirm, getting used to the pressure. He palms your clit to help you, and you bite your lip. Even through your shorts and the blanket, you can hear the sounds of how wet you are, as he keeps a steady pace.
"Hajime," you gasp, feeling your orgasm already building. Iwaizumi seems to feel it too, with the way your warm walls flutter around his fingers. He removes his fingers from your pussy, bringing them to his mouth and tasting. He hums at the taste.
You watch over your shoulder, mouth agape. He grins, though his cheeks are flushed, betraying his otherwise calm demeanour. He plays with the waistband of your shorts.
"Take these off."
With his help, you shimmy off both your shorts and underwear, leaving you wearing nothing but a tank top and your fuzzy socks. Iwaizumi guides you forward with a hand on your back, so he can pull his cock out of his pants with the other.
You go to look over your shoulder, wanting to see, but he grabs your chin and points you towards the TV instead. The girl in the movie has made a friend now, and they're rooming together.
You hear the slick sounds of him stroking his cock, and then he taps your ass. With a pout, you straddle his legs properly and sit up so he can position himself at your entrance.
He slowly guides you back on his cock, and you whine at the stretch, still watching the movie, despite being unsure what the plot even is. The girl is angry because her roomie is messy, you're pretty sure. Your vision swims, and you find it hard to focus on anything at all.
"Ease up, baby," Iwaizumi bites out, and you try your best to relax as you sink down further.
Iwaizumi is big. Big and thick, and when your ass finally meets the back of his thighs again, it feels like he's in your throat. He makes you lean back, and you whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. He holds you tight by your hips, keeping your squirming to a minimum as you get used to the intrusion.
Finally, you feel like your pussy is getting used to the fullness, and you relax slightly, leaning entirely on his chest. He rubs soothing circles in your hips, resting his head on your shoulder.
"Good girl,"
He laughs when you clench, as he wraps his arms around you. You feel dizzy, warm all over. A light sweat is starting to form on your forehead, and you grip his arm.
The girls in the movie are at a party, all of them wearing a white top and a pair of jeans. Iwaizumi laughs into your ear, deep and warm.
"They look just like one of Mattsun's girlfriends," he states, and you slap his arm.
"Don't talk about Mattsun's girls when your dick is inside of me," you bite back, and he presses down on your stomach in response, making you moan out.
"You have Mattsun's girl to thank for this, don't you?" he teases, and you roll your eyes. When you don't say anything back, he hums, and you both settle into a comfortable silence.
It lasts about five minutes.
The main character is talking a guy, who you think might be her love interest, in a kitchen.
You can't focus.
It's too hard. It feels like all of your nerve endings are on fire, your pussy growing more and more sensitive with each agonising minute that passes.
You want him to move. To fuck you.
Iwaizumi has the patience of a saint. Maybe it's from the years of diligent volleyball practice every day after school, maybe it's from constantly keeping your three other best friends behaviour in check.
Whatever it is, it's certainly going to be your downfall.
He keeps you still in his lap, the only torturous friction you get being when he laughs at the movie. The movie that's really not that funny.
"Haji," you ask, with trembling lips.
When he doesn't reply, you squirm. That makes him take a deep breath, and he squeezes you in warning when you clench down on him.
"It's too much," you complain. Your mind is swimming, eyes going glassy. The only thing you can think about is getting fucked.
Preferably hard.
"You're being so good," he replies. He rocks into you slightly, making you whine. "You can keep being nice for me, right?"
"No," you say, shaking your head.
"This was your idea." Iwaizumi chuckles. His breath feels hot on your throat, only making your mind even fuzzier.
"I changed my mind."
"We can stop if you want to."
The hands on your hips start to push you away.
"No, please, no, no, no,â" you panic, digging your hands into his thighs as you lean back in his lap. The slight friction makes you moan, squeezing your eyes shut.
"But you changed your mind?" he asks. His voice is teasing, but there's a slight strain there.
Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze, batting your eyelashes the way that always works with Makki when you want to steal his snacks. Iwaizumi smiles, taking in the pout on your lips, the pretty way your brows furrow.
You look so cute.
So cute, he wants to squeeze you.
"Hajime,"
There's a lilt to your voice, a saccharine sweetness. The one Iwaizumi has always had a weakness for, even if you don't notice it yourself.
"Yeah?" he breathes. He nods, and you nod along, mirroring him.
"We could do something else instead," you say. He feels you clench down again. Your pussy is so hot and wet, it makes him groan. He thinks he'd do anything you asked of him right now.
The movie is long forgotten now. You're unsure if the roommates are still even friends at this point.
"What do you wanna do?" he asks, and when you lean down to kiss him, he moans, leaning into the kiss. He grabs your chin, angling you so he can kiss you better, moaning into your mouth.
The angle is slightly uncomfortable, and you pull away with a pout, like it's somehow Iwaizumi's fault. He groans, head falling back, when you sit up, his cock leaving your warmth with a slick sound.
You turn around so you're facing him, promptly sitting down in his lap again. It makes you both moan again when he reenters your slick heat. You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the short locks.
"How are you gonna watch the movie now?" Iwaizumi smiles, taking you in. He must admit, it's better this way. When he can see your every expression, the way you're panting slightly. His gaze drops down to where you're connected. The sight makes his jaw slack, and he can't help but bring his thumb down to your clit, circling the bud slowly.
"I'm watching something more fun."
Your voice is whiny, but you're smiling. You grind your hips into his hand, and he feels you clench when the tip of his cock hits somewhere deep inside you.
"Is that so?"
"You're very handsome, Hajime,"
"That might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me," Iwaizumi says, breathless. You're gathering speed now, but you're still just grinding against him. It's a sweet kinda torture, the way he can feel your pussy pulsing around him, yet you're barely moving.
"That's not true," you object. You kiss him again, only a peck, letting him chase you. "I tell you nice things all the time."
"You question my patience all the time," he responds. He tangles his hand in your hair, holding you still as he ghosts his lips over yours. Your breaths mingle, and you moan into his mouth.
"Like right now, you mean?" you ask, and he nods, before he kisses you again. Firmly.
It's nice. It's nice to run your fingers through his hair and hear his little groans when you tuck hard enough. It's nice how warm and big his hand is on the back of your head. It's nice to feel the firm and steady pulse of his cock inside of you, lighting up all your sensitive nerve endings.
Iwaizumi is nice.
He's more than nice, but your head feels empty, unable to find another word, filled with nothing but the feeling of Iwaizumi's tongue against your own, as he kisses you silly.
"Fuck me, Haji," you whisper when he pulls away for air, and he chuckles, shaking his head.
"You're the one who wanted to change activities," he replies. "You do it,"
He leans back and pats your thighs. You glare.
"I'm the one who suggested movie night in the first place."
Iwaizumi raises a brow at you.
"Movie night?" he teases. You nod, attempting to be the picture perfect of innocence. "This is your version of movie night?"
He motions to where he's still buried inside of you. Where you're dripping, staining his joggers. Hopefully, you haven't stained the couch. Yet.
"Yes."
"Well, I picked the movie. So it's your turn to pick something now"
Something akin to determination washes over your expression. You put your hands on his chest, and slowly you start going up and down. You moan in unison, and your brow pinches as you start to ride him.
The slick sound fills your living room, and you pant, your thighs already beginning to burn. Iwaizumi notices. Because of course he does.
"Your form isâ"
"Do not comment on my form," you cut him off, digging your nails into his chest.
"I was gonna tell you it's good." His eyes drop down to your tits, and the smug look on his face is worse than any comment. It only fuels your fire. You ignore the ache, doubling down as you start to ride him harder. You move your hands up, wrapping them around his neck. You don't press, just keep them there, and his jaw falls slack, eyes going lidded.
"Fuck," he says, nodding. He puts his hand over one of yours, and he moans when you press down lightly on his throat. You feel him twitch inside you, and it makes you smile.
"Haji, you gonna come, ah, just from me choking you?" you tease and, he laughs, voice soft, like he's out of breath.
"I'm gonna come from how good you look bouncing on my cock like that," he replies, without missing a beat, and the admission makes you falter. He whines when your knee slips, and before you can think, his hands are on your hips, guiding you up and down.
He does it like it's nothing, muscles tensing deliciously with each push and pull. You collapse onto his chest, moving your hands to his shoulders. He doesn't seem to take notice, too focused on the way you're clenching around his cock.
It doesn't take long for you to feel your orgasm start to build like that, not when he's hitting all the right spots, while telling you how pretty you look taking him. You barely get to warn him before it creeps up on you, making your toes curl as warm pleasure burns through you.
He moans, voice turning pitchy as he follows right after you, pulling you flush against him as he finishes inside, filling your cunt to the brim. It makes you whimper, and you rest your head on his chest. Your eyelids feel heavy as you both take a few minutes to collect yourselves. You listen to the way Iwaizumi's heartbeat slows as he comes down.
He runs his hands up and down your back, occasionally pressing into sore spots.
"You have a muscle knot here," he eventually says, pressing into a spot right between your shoulder blades. You yelp, twitching in his lap. Cum spills out from your sore pussy, dripping down his balls. "Are you doing the exercises I taught you?"
"Hajime!" you scold, getting off his lap. You grab your panties from somewhere on the floor, putting them on and stomping towards your room. Iwaizumi watches the way the insides of your thighs glisten with his cum.
"I was just asking," he says, putting his still half-hard cock back in his pants as he follows you. "Also, you should really go peeâ"
your whimper comes out tense, a throaty wail slipping past your teeth as the chilly aloe is spread across your hot back, the burn of contact making your body reel away from rinâs touch. you cry out, legs tightening into a curl as you try and buck him off his straddled position over your waist.
âdidnât i tell you to put damn sunscreen on before you went into the stupid water?â he hisses, big palms spreading the gel across your extremely scorched skin. "because if i'm not mistaken, i did in fact tell you this."
"you didn't offer," you pout.
"didn't think i needed to," he grumbles. "now stay still, pest." under his breath, you hear him grumbling something about âidiotâ and âitâs dangerous.â
you bury your face back into your folded arms, huffing and whining when he presses a little too firm on extra tender areas. your brows furrow, your nose scrunches, your muscles quiver, but you do your best to stay still and let him rub the gel across your skin. he says nothing, he usually doesn't during moments of worry, mind muddled with thoughts of concern that plague his mind and rattle his nerves. he'll never express these thoughts, letting them linger in his head until you reassure him.
you sigh softly before turning your head, peeking at your stoic boyfriend in your peripheral. at the feeling of your eyes on him, his own flick to you briefly, "what?"
"thank you for taking care of me, rin-rinnie," you whisper.
âclearly you donât know how to take care of yourself, so someone has to,â he answers. however he comes across, you can see it in his face that your words relax him, a relief making his shoulder slouch with peace. his touch even lightens, the now warm aloe making your head lay back down, and your eyes flutter shut in peace, knowing youre safe under the palms of your lover.
you feel the waistband of your shorts get pulled to the side, and you smile softly as the one and only rin itoshi starts to snicker. you give him another look over your shoulder, this time smiling softly, âwhat?â
âridiculous damn tan line,â he snickers, a thin finger tracing over the sun-kissed skin and the band thatâs branded into your flesh. âis this how the whole summer is going to be?â
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đŐ Üž.ËŹ.ÜžŐ𩯠Sukuna Ryomen's ă âžâž.áâ mumbling when he doesn't get his daily morning kisses .⊠ĘË
The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. Usually, you would spend at least ten minutes entangled in Ryomen's suffocating, four-armed embrace, enduring his rough-textured skin and sleepy grunts. But today, you were late.
You slid out of the futon, throwing on a robe and tying your hair back in a rush. You didnât notice the immediate shift in the room's energyâthe way the heavy, oppressive aura of the King of Curses suddenly stirred.
As you paced around the kitchen island, frantically brewing coffee and packing a bag, a towering figure leaned against the doorframe.
Ryomen looked a mess.
His pink hair was completely wild, his yukata hung loosely off one broad shoulder, and all four of his eyes were narrowed into slits. He crossed his upper arms, while his lower arms rested on his hips.
Then, the mumbling started.
â...unbelievable,â he growled softly, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that still carried the weight of sleep. âBrat wakes up, doesn't say a word. Walks right past me like I'm some common curse in the streets. After everything I tolerate...â
You paused, holding a spoon. âRyomen, did you say something?â
He didn't look at you.
Instead, he stared intently at a spot on the kitchen wall, his lower jaw shifting as he continued to mutter under his breath. âI should dismantle this entire house. The audacity. A thousand years ago, men bled out in the dirt just for a glimpse of my face, and here I am, being ignored for a cup of bean water. Truly pathetic.â
A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.
You set the spoon down and turned to face him fully. âAre you throwing a tantrum?â
âI don't throw tantrums, human,â he snapped, though his eyes finally flicked to yours, burning with mock irritation. âI state facts. You lack discipline. You lack respect.â
He took a slow, deliberate step into the kitchen, his massive frame completely eclipsing the light. He didn't stop until he was inches away from you, trapping you between his chest and the kitchen counter. His extra hands came down on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place.
âWell?â he murmured, leaning his face down. His upper eyes were squinted shut in a pout he would die before admitting to, while his lower eyes watched your mouth. âAre you going to fix your mistake, or do I have to remind you who rules this domain?â
You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his jaw.
His skin was warm, and the rough markings beneath your fingers felt familiar.
âGood morning, Ryomen,â you whispered.
You leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. Instantly, the tense lines of his shoulders relaxed. Before you could pull away, his upper hands caught the back of your head, deep-fruiting his fingers into your hair to prolong the kiss, turning it into something possessive and deep.
When he finally let you go, a smug, satisfied smirk had replaced his scowl.
âHmph...â he grunted, turning on his heel to head toward the porch, his yukata trailing behind him. âSee that it doesn't happen again tomorrow. I won't be so lenient.â
seven minutes in heaven with iwaizumi hajime where heâs thrilled that heâs stuck in the closet with you but also justâŠ.too noble to do anything about it.
the two of you are close. so close. so close that you can feel the warmth of his body near yours. just a single reach and youâd be able to feel him. all of him.
in the dark you couldnât make out much, save for his silhouette, which was at the moment, very close to yours.
he doesnât kiss you. not at first. your hands find each other, the rough callouses soothing as you reached toward him. your hands landed on his hoodie, the soft fabric bunching between your fingers.
you wanted him to kiss you. you were waiting.
he still wasnât.
âhajime,â you whispered out, your interlaced fingers gripping his with a bit more force. âyouâre not saying anything.â
âthereâs not much to say,â he said, voice rougher in the dark. a flush rose to your cheeks. youâd heard him say a lot of things, but youâd never heard him sound like that.
âitâs just the two of us?â you suggested, optimism filling in your chest. âwe canâŠtalk?â
âweâre talking.â he said bluntly.
his words and his actions were two different things. his free hand dropped to your waist, slowly moving down the shape of it. your heart was in your mouth. you wanted him to kiss you, kiss you right noâ
âdo you really want to be kissed in a dark closet?â he asks
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tomura as the mysterious IT guy who fixes your work laptop issues from a remote place in the office and you have no idea who it could be but the gruff of his "do you mind if i take control?" playing back in your head prevents you from doing any actual productive work and he does the lil cursor dance while he's waiting for files to download and all of the "hmmm mmm mm" while he's thinking and filling in the silence and he compliments your widgets and you dont notice when his mic cuts out, but when he's done he'll open the notepad on your laptop and types out "all done, just like magic. anything else i can do for you?" and you cant help but to "bfjwnfbwkcjen" and then mass delete to "no that'll be all thank you tomura :-)" and then he's like "saw that lol k have a good one" and then disconnect and then WHOA.
The room was quiet, dimly lit by the orange glow of the streetlamp leaking through the curtains. Rain tapped softly against the windows while the TV played some movie neither of you were actually paying attention to anymore.
Iwaizumi laid back against the couch with you curled against his side, your head tucked beneath his chin while one of his hands lazily rubbed up and down your arm.
Youâd fallen asleep maybe twenty minutes ago.
He knew because your grip on his hoodie had loosened, your breathing evening out into something soft and steady. He smiled to himself, glancing down at you for a second.
Cute. Way too cute.
He looked back toward the TV, completely relaxed until he suddenly felt something soft press against his jaw.
Iwaizumi froze.
His eyes immediately darted downward.
You were still asleep against him.
ââŠWhat?â
Before he could even process it, your lips brushed against his cheek this time. A tiny sleepy kiss, absentminded and gentle, like you didnât even realize you were doing it.
His entire body locked up.
Slowly, he looked around the empty living room like someone else had seen that.
Then he looked back down at you with wide eyes.
âDid you justââ
Another kiss.
This one landed near the corner of his mouth.
His face immediately started heating up.
You didnât react afterward, just snuggled closer into his chest with a quiet sigh, still fully asleep.
Iwaizumi stared at you in complete disbelief.
You kissed him all the time when you were awakeâwalking past him in the kitchen, sitting next to him on campus, literally whenever you felt affectionateâbut this?
This was new, and somehow worse.
Because you werenât even conscious.
A few seconds passed before you shifted again, pressing one more sleepy kiss directly onto his lips.
Iwaizumiâs brain completely short-circuited.
His breath caught so suddenly he almost choked on it.
ââŠNo way,â he whispered, staring at you like youâd just done something illegal.
Meanwhile you only frowned slightly in your sleep, mumbling something incoherent before burying your face into his chest again.
Like nothing happened.
His heart was pounding embarrassingly hard now, ears burning red while he sat there stiff as a board, one hand hovering awkwardly over your back because he genuinely didnât know what to do with himself.
You kissed him again.
Tiny. Quick. Sleepy.
And that was what finally broke him.
A helpless grin spread across his face as he dropped his head back against the couch with a quiet groan. âYouâre seriously doing this unconsciously?â
You only cuddled closer in response.
Iwaizumi looked down at you again, expression softening almost immediately despite the violent beating of his heart.
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kei tsukishima doesnât believe in i love youâs, no. throughout your relationship, youâve heard him say it maybe once or twice, in the dead of night when he thinks youâre fast asleep. but every so often, heâll do the littlest things to remind you.
kei doesnât hold your bags for you when you walk home together after school. he says it makes you look incapable, like a little kid who needs a babysitter. feminism, he says. independence.
...but he does take your laptop and insist on putting it in his bag when youâre finished. âyour bag isnât built for laptops, itâll break,â he says, zipping up his backpack after your study date. you would have believed him, if he wasnât practically walking out with half your possessions in his bag.
kei rarely takes you out on dates. he says itâs an inconvenience. why go through all that trouble of picking a restaurant, getting dressed, and driving there all for a single meal? itâs a hassle and frankly, an impractical use of money.
instead, kei pulls up to your house and makes you a home cooked meal. your favorite dish, plated to perfection with a fresh stock of your favorite flowers in a vase at the centre of the table. he makes sure to set aside a portion in case you want seconds.
âyou couldâve at least told me you were coming. i wouldâve gotten dressed,â you said, pouting a little in your oversized shirt and hair undone.
âwhat for? the point of this is to not inconvenience you,â he says, not bothering to look up as he continues with his meal.
ââŠand i like you better like this, anyway,â he mutters.
because to a man like tsukishima kei, real love is a verb, somewhere between consideration and care. something synonymous to tranquility.
thatâs why he loves taking care of you, and why heâs sat on the couch as youâre sitting on the floor with your legs criss-crossed on top of each other. your laptop is propped up on the coffee table in front of you as you type furiously, eager to finish your essay so you could spend more time with kei.
kei brushes your hair gently, slowly untangling the knots. he handles you with so much ease, so much tenderness, and when he finishes, he gives you a kiss on top of your head.
because he knows that you know that itâs more than just hair brushingâitâs quality time spent together in silence, as your respective individuals with your own respective thoughts.
but at the end of the day, after youâve turned in your essay and the world is right again, you crawl into the couch with him and melt into one. and it always fascinates kei how two bodies could fit together so perfectly.
tsukishima kei loved quietly, subtly, privately. so much so that no one could even come close enough to you to ruin what you had. because the less people know, the less they can ruin.
thatâs also why he holds you extra tight tonight, and why heâll always prefer at-home dates: because he can love you freely without watching eyes.
repost bc the initial ending was rushed iâm so sorry u guys deserve quality work!
atsumu is getting ripped to shreds in front of the entire team in the middle of practice, and the fucker is grinning. sick with it, he might be.
youâre getting all up in his face, finger jabbing at his chest. even coach looks afraid of interfering with the scene unfolding.
heâs seen his teammate get into it with people before. hearing him snap back and give them a piece of his mind, isnât unusual. this, on the other hand, is completely new territory.
every sane person knows not to meddle in a loverâs spat. itâs rule number one next to minding your own business, in the guide to keeping out of trouble.
something atsumu, if the way youâre tearing into him right now is any evidence, is not very good at.
âthat all?â he asks, âor dâya got more for me?â
authorâs note: not proofread! i got this idea at 3am while trying to make a kenma bf smau (scrapped if).
youâve been quietly watching kenma play for almost five minutes now. half of the time your eyes werenât even on the screen, they were on him. wellâ his hair to be exact. you twirled a piece of his hair around your finger, inspecting his long overdue roots. you let go, finger caressing lovingly along his jaw.
âbabyâ you murmured. âhave you thought about re-dying your hair?..â
he looked up at you, his catlike eyes meeting yours.
âi have, iâve been procrastinating on it for some time.â the softness in his voice almost made you melt. you could listen to him for hours honestly. you already have before.
you mumbled a âmhmâ to show you were listening.
âdo you wanna go back to black?â you suggested, blonde or black you didnât care heâd look good either way.
he looked back at his monitor, resting his cheek in his palm.
âdo you guys think i should go black or blonde?â he asked his viewers.
to be honest, you didnât even know he was streaming. when you walked in he was quiet, even giving you a few kisses. you quickly recovered from your slight shock to stare at the chat. they were moving so fast you werenât even able to read one!
âblack it is.â
you side eyed him, did he even read the chat or just decide for himself?.. he stood up, stretching his limbs after being seated for hours. he let out a soft groan as he felt the relief spread through his body. you felt your cheeks get warmer, you continued staring not really caring if he saw. you wore your blush as a badge of honor.
a small chuckle escaped his lips, âreally?â he said with a small smirk.
âwhat?â you answered shamelessly, a playful smirk on your own face as well.
he walked past you, placing a quick peck to your lips as he passed by. you followed him into the bathroom, noticing his phone was already propped up. you made the assumption he switched the live to his phone. you shrugged it off, crouching down to grab the unopened hair dye box.
kenma was sitting on the toilet, talking to his viewers. while he talked, you unboxed. you soon finished the necessary steps, now ready to start the coloring process.
while kenma was talking you squished his cheeks together, cutting him off.
âyour skin is so soft, im jealous honestly.â you joked
you let go, gently caressing his cheek instead. he looked up at you, looking like he was wrapped around your finger.. and to be honest, he really is. he rested his hands on your hipsâ
fiftyshadesofgay donated $15 âinfront of my salad?â
you both let out a giggle at the reference. you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling away to get the dye.
âthe moment kenma actually decides to re-dye his hair.â you joked to yourself while mixing the dye.
âthat wasnât even funny why are they laughing..?â he jokingly complained after seeing âLOLâs and âLMAOOOOâs in the chat.
ânot you being jealous âcus they like me moreâ you teased.
you stood infront of kenma and instantly felt his hands rest on your hips. your actions didnât waver, already being used to his constant need to touch you. you dragged the small brush on the blonde parts of his hair, watching it disappear under the black.
kenma kept his eyes on you the whole time, as if youâd disappear if he looked away. his face had a small smile on it as he watched you enjoy yourself. his fingers slipped underneath your shirt, warm hands settling on your waist instead.
shulios: âhe is so whipped brođâ
fiftyshadesofgay: âiâm crying he not even hiding it no moreâ
kenlikesmen: âi love my wife final bossâ
korasunae: âkenma you lucky bastardâ
littlekodzuren: âsomeone clip this!!đ„čâ
99+ comments.
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the stream had ended long ago, and the two of you were now in bed. your fingers raked through his hair, taking in the darker color instead of the fading blonde. kenma was rested on-top of you, his face pressed against your chest. he had fallen asleep an hour ago, claiming it was easier to sleep when he was with you.
his legs were tangled with yours as he hugged you in his sleep. even in his sleep he clung to you⊠cute.
you picked up your phone, seeing 99+ notifications on your screen. you raised an eyebrow and opened the app. you were on kenmaâs account, so of course youâd get a lot of notifications. the first tweet you seen on the homepage was a clip of kenma looking utterly in love with you. kenma was just staring at you with a soft smile, seeing that made you smile too.
you swiped off the video to see what they titled the video as.
âstreamer kodzuken is wrapped around his wifeâs finger, many wish to have a relationship like theirs.â
you giggled quietly, careful not to wake kenma up. you turned off the phone, placing it back on the nightstand. you wrapped your arms around your kenma, soon drifting off to sleep with your husband in your arms.
crazy part is was they werenât wrong. kenma loved waking up everyday being able to call you his wife. he wouldnât know what heâd do without you. he would choose you to be his wife in every lifetime.
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âohhmmmyyygooosshhhf,â you slur, cheeks a bright red as your head spun.
âeverything okay?â a man asks, holding your wrist with concern.
âmmhmmm! jusâ just realized something,â you chirp, one too many shot glasses clinking together on the table as the hustle and bustle of others continue.
âyeah? what is it?â he chuckles. you look around with suspicioun, cautiously studying the area for any rubbernecks.
ââs a secret. promise you wonât tell nobody?â you hiccup, raising your pinky in front of his face.
âpromise,â he smiles, locking his own pinky with yours. you smile, scooching in closer to reveal your secret.
âi have a crush on someoneâŠâ you whispered, sweet alcohol laced in your breath.
âthat so?â he smirks. âwho is it?â
âhis nameâs hajime. iwaizumi. hehe hajime,â you giggle to yourself. he smiles, letting you continue.
âheâs sssoooo handsome. so caring and nice, too. sometimes, i have dreams of him telling me he loves me,â you ramble, words tripping over themselves. he laughs as you mimick what dream-hajime does to you, cupping the air as if it had a face, pushing your lips together in a smooch, and saying âi love youâ in the deepest voice you could make (albeit with a few voice cracks).
âoh really? sounds like a nice guy,â he smiles, resting his chin on his hand as he traces the rim of his empty water glass.
âand sometimes⊠i wanna kiss hajime. like, on his soft, pretty lips,â you admit, giggling to yourself like a high school girl.
âyeah? i think hajime would like that,â he replies. you beam at his words, scooching closer to him once more.
âah, really?! maybe iâll kiss him tonight then! if he wants to, hehe.â
a server comes back with a card and a black, leather check presenter. the man gently thanks him, placing his card and receipt in his wallet before checking the table for anything else. he gently takes your purse hooked on the chair next to him, slings it over his shoulder, and kneels before you.
âready to go, mrs. iwaizumi?â he asks, voice patient as he holds out his left hand, a ring slightly catching the light above.
âbut, we were just talking,â you pout. âwait⊠mrs? ahâ iwaizumi?â you ask, now processing his words. he only smiles, rubbing your knee with his other hand.
âhajime wants you home now, okay?â he says, words carefully woven with warmness. you look down at your hand and see a ring, one that matches his. your eyes slightly widen in realization, but not one that sobers you up. you nod your head and let him lift you up, wobbling on your heels as he walks you to the car.
even as you wake up the next morning, head pounding and mouth dry, you find hajime asleep in front of you, lips slightly parted as he holds you close. the gaps in shadows let the sunâs light in, painting him a soft, golden hue. he grumbles in his sleep, pulling you somehow closer as his lips instinctively find their way to your forehead. without another movement, he drifts off back to his deep slumber.
smau but youâre both funny, bit suggestive if you look into it, slight flirting and cussing, just something i made while i was waiting for the bus for funsies and bc i don't feel like writing for a while âĄ
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