#b.simptember

He made his way back to the bedroom where you lay sleeping, soft snores coming from your mouth as you clutched onto the pillow he’d put between your arms when he’d had to get up. You were adorable to him, curled up in that big bed, and he wanted nothing more than to climb back in there and hold you for the rest of the day. He finally gave up, pulling on a thermal long sleeve shirt and another long sleeve shirt, hoping it would be enough to keep himself warm on his jog in the cold winter air.

He sat down next to you before he left, leaning over your body to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. You stirred, rolling over enough to see him. Your eyes were half shut, but you could make out his form sitting there and you smiled sleepily, causing his heart to flutter. A single smile from you lit up his world and he was melting from his seat next to you. 

“G’morning Toshi,” you said, words soft and laced with sleep. “Run?” You were too tired to form full sentences and Ushijima chuckled quietly as he leaned down to kiss you again, this time on your lips. You smiled lazily into the kiss and your eyes opened a bit more. A frown replaced your smile as you took in his attire. You sat up a little in bed, leaning higher up on the pillows. “Take a sweatshirt, it’s cold out.”

Ushijima smiled at you and poked you in the stomach, causing you to squeal and let out a string of giggles. “Somebody has worn my sweatshirts all week and all the ones I wear running are dirty.” He gave you a pointed look and you had the decency to look sheepish, though he simply continued to smile softly. 

“I meant to wash them yesterday but I forgot,” you explained, wanting to hide under the blankets. “I’m sorry Toshi.”

“Don’t worry about it angel,” he spoke, words gentle. “We can wash them today, I’ll be fine. They look better on you anyway my love.”

You frowned thinking about him going out in this weather without a sweatshirt and looked down at yourself. You had worn his last clean sweatshirt to bed last night, sleeping peacefully and cozy all wrapped in his clothes and his arms. An idea sprung to your head and before he could blink, you had pulled the sweatshirt over your head and tugged the warm blankets up to cover your body from the chill in the air. Ushijima balked as you shoved his sweatshirt at him.

“Here you go!” you declared with a smile. “This one is clean enough, I only slept in it last night. It’ll at least get you through your run so I don’t worry about you freezing out there.”

Ushijima’s mind was still blank as he stared at you, knowing that you were wearing only your underwear now, the blanket slipping down and exposing a wide expanse of your breasts. Suddenly, his mind was not on the run at all and rather on the beautiful angel in his bed that clearly required his attention. He leaned down, his lips catching yours and moving against them lovingly, sucking your bottom lips between his and groaning when your hands moved to tangle in his hair and tug softly. He kissed you until you both needed breath and pulled away, resting his forehead sweetly against yours. 

“Do I have to go on my run?” he whispered, breath against your lips. 

You giggled, loving the way he was distracted by you but knowing he needed the run to loosen up his muscles for training and practice today. You pressed a sweet peck to his lips and dropped fully onto the pillows behind you, curling up and pulling the soft blankets up higher. “Yes darling, you have to go on your run.”

Ushijima’s face was expressionless as he stared down at you, a mischievous little angel acting all innocent now while his joggers were suddenly tighter than they were a few minutes ago. He made up his mind and one corner of his upturned into a smirk. He stood, discarding the long sleeve shirt and pulling on his sweatshirt over the thermal shirt. Looking down at you, peeking your eyes over the top of the blanket that was now above your nose, his smirk morphed into a soft smile. A large hand came down and rested atop your head, patting gently.

“You stay right here in this bed until I get back. I think I’ll cut my run a little shorter than usual. I have a different cardio in mind this morning.” He pushed the blanket down enough to caress your cheek and your bottom lip with his thumb. “Understood my little angel?”

“Yes Toshi,” you whispered, thighs clenching together under the covers at the tone in his voice, all deep and sinful with the slight rasp it obtained any time he was aroused. 

“I love you,” he stated as he left to go on his morning run.

You watched Ushijima walk out the bedroom door, listening as the front door shut a few moments later. Smiling, you cuddled up to the pillow he’d thoughtfully put in your arms to replace him. The pillow was the one he slept on during the night and always smelled like him, the cedarwood and bergamot body wash mixed with the citrus of his shampoo. That pillow was your favorite. 

As Ushijima ran, you fell back into a dreamlike state, sleeping peacefully as you waited for him to return home. Ushijima meanwhile was rather distracted on his run. His cock was half hard and smacking against his thigh the first quarter mile. More than that, his sweatshirt smelled like you. Having slept in it, even clean the previous evening, the sweatshirt smelled like your perfume and the shampoo you used. The scent was surrounding him, every breath he took in on his run was filled with the aroma of you, and he found it very distracting. He pushed harder, running faster than usual as he wanted to finish and get home to the love of his life.

When he finally arrived home a half hour later, he made a beeline for the bedroom to find you sleeping. You were lying on your stomach, body wrapped around his pillow, and the blankets having fallen lower so that your back and beautiful bare skin was exposed to him. He kicked off his shoes and then stripped to his boxers before climbing into bed once more. He hovered next to your sleeping form and grinned, a wide smile most people never saw, one he reserved only for you. 

You looked beautiful in your sleep. Though you wouldn’t be sleeping much longer now that he was home. After all, how could you sleep through the caresses and touches of Ushijima’s fingers to your delicate skin? Better yet, how could you sleep through the rough pads of his fingers slipping between your thighs to part the warm, velvety folds? You couldn’t, and you awoke with a moan of his name as Ushijima pushed a finger inside you while sucking a mark onto your shoulder. When you rolled onto your back, looking up at him with longing and need, he was more than happy to oblige and give you everything you both wanted. It was going to be a good morning for the pair of you and suddenly Ushijima was very thankful you always stole his sweatshirts.

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Currently, you were in the middle of a dinner party at his teammates house. Thankfully, you had walked into the kitchen to refill your drink and he followed, so there was no one around to witness his offense, groping your breasts as he pressed firmly into you from behind, but it didn’t stop you from turning in his arms and smacking his shoulder lightly. Despite the little smack to his shoulder, your face was bright, a happy smile plastered across your lips.

“Daiki!” you whisper-yelled. “You can’t just do that where anyone could have seen!” 

He smirked, wrapping his arms loosely around your waist before he pulled you in abruptly, your chest crashing into his. “Oh yeah?” he whispered, tone mocking but voice deep and smooth. “I can’t touch my little princess anytime I want?”

You felt the heat course through you at his words and your body melted against his. You gave in instantly, you always did when it came to Aomine. “Of course you can Dai, but what if someone had seen?” 

His hands on your back dropped to your ass and gave a quick squeeze, making you jump in his arms. “Then they would see my hot as fuck baby girl in my arms and know why it’s so hard for me to keep my hands off you.” He leaned down and his breath fanned across your ear. “You think I’m the only one thinking about feeling your pretty tits or this nice ass? I bet half my team would fuck you if they could.” His lips trailed below your ear and left kisses as they worked down your neck. He started to nibble at a spot on the side of your neck and you unconsciously tilted to allow him better access. “Of course I’d never let that happen.” He bit down on your neck, not hard but enough that you let out a soft moan. “You’re fucking mine.”

He pulled away completely, smirking devilishly at you before turning and walking away, making his way back to the rest of the guests. You gasped incredulously as he disappeared into the next room, leaving you with a racing heart and a wetness between your thighs. You take deep breaths and rejoin the party, finding Aomine and tucking yourself under his arm, your glass and refill completely forgotten in the kitchen.

When Aomine wants kisses, he likes to pull you to his chest by your hand, the back of your neck, or your waist. He'll lean down and hover his lips just above yours, cheekily smirking and waiting for you to lean up and close the gap. Every time, he smiles against your lips before kissing you back, deepening it almost immediately. He loves how you melt against him when you kiss, the little pants you make, trying to pull in oxygen, when he pulls back from your lips always brings a smile to his lips.

Of course, much like his hugs, he doesn’t care where he is or who is around when he kisses you. It’s an hour or so later at the party and you haven’t been next to him for nearly half an hour now. He had been sitting in the dining room, listening to Kagami and Kuroko talk about something basketball related, droning on and on while Aomine simply stood thinking of what positions he would fold you into when he got you home. He left the two without a word and walked from one room to another to find you. Finally, he found you standing in the middle of a crowded living room, talking to Momoi.

You found yourself spun around, a large hand engulfing yours and pulling you harshly to a firm chest, before you could process what was happening. You looked up into Aomine’s face and your expression morphed from one of surprise to one of love, a soft smile playing on your lips as you relaxed in his grip. Aomine’s lips were curled in a cheeky grin, so mischievous as he leaned in, his lips barely hovering over yours as he waited for you to close the gap. You did, completely helpless to his whims, wanting to feel his lips against yours almost as much as he did. 

You vaguely heard Momoi chastising the two of you for being so affectionate in a public place. Aomine flipped off Kise when the blonde shouted at you both to “Get a room!”, his tongue snaking past your lips to rub against your own. His arms wrapped around you and the room melted away for you both as you lost yourselves in the kiss. Everyone in the room just ignored the two of you, this being a regular occurrence. Aomine did as he pleased and if he wanted to make out with you in the middle of a room, surrounded by his friends, he would.

He released you when he felt your body starting to slacken in his arms, reminding him you both needed a breath. He pulled back from the kiss, arms still holding you in place, his lips slightly swollen and a smear of lipstick on the corners of his mouth. He looked happy and you loved that you could be the one to make him so happy. He pressed another peck to your lips, then another, before dropping his arms from your form and walking across the room to sit on a couch next to Akashi. He watched you for the rest of the night, never letting you out of his sight and just waiting for you to give him the signal that you too were ready to go home. The little taste of you just left him wanting more.

Aomine never stopped touching you, he didn’t want to and didn’t see any reason too considering you were his. He loved you, had since the minute you called him out on his shit not long after meeting him. He loved hugging you, kissing you, fucking you. He really couldn’t help himself when it was like you were made for him. You fit so perfectly into his arms and every sound you made, from the way you said his name when you were pouting to the way you cried out in pleasure, had him thanking every higher power that you were his. He wasn’t sure what he did to deserve you, but he tried really hard every day not to screw it up.

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Most of the time, you would sit with Bokuto while he played with his friends. Your body would curl up in his lap like a cat, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and giving him sweet kisses until you fell asleep as he played. Other nights, you would straddle his lap, laying on him like a koala clinging and falling asleep on his chest. He would look down at you, snoring and a bit of drool leaking out your mouth and onto his sweatshirt and smile, so completely in love with you, even like this. When he wasn’t playing with the guys, you’d both curl up on the couch in the game room and play together, Bokuto teaching you how to work the controls and stealing kisses whenever he could. Sometimes, you’d even sit on his cock, keeping it warm for him while he played. 

That was his favorite, watching as you stretched around him, sinking slowly onto his cock and whining, taking him like the good girl you were, trying to be quiet so Kuroo and Kenma couldn’t hear you through the microphone on the headset. He loved it, the look on your face as he split you open on his cock. Afterward, you’d lie down on his chest, trying your best not to move and distract him from his game, listening to him talk to his friends on the headset like he wasn’t balls deep buried in your pretty cunt. When he made a good move in the game, his cock would twitch inside you. Sometimes during a lull in the game, his hands would grope at your breasts or find your clit to give it a little pinch, just to feel you clenching around him. He loved to tease you, especially if you were playing the game too--distracting you from the game was his favorite thing. 

Today though, Bokuto had no idea what he was in for. You had decided that he deserved a little payback for all those times he teased you. Bokuto and you had finished dinner a couple of hours ago and you were finishing up some work while he started to play with his friends. At least, that’s what you told him you were doing. You had seen a trend on Tik Tok of women surprising their boyfriends while they were gaming, walking into the room in a towel and dropping it to see what their boyfriends did. As soon as you had seen the video, you began plotting, excited to try the challenge for yourself.

Tonight was the night. He was playing some kind of tournament with Kenma, Kuroo, Hinata, Atsumu, and Suna and Kenma was streaming the whole thing on his channel. As you readied yourself for the “prank”, partaking in some self-grooming, fixing your hair and makeup, and having a glass of wine to calm your nerves, you watched Kenma’s stream to ensure Bokuto was still distracted. At one point, he had you swooning from your bathroom upstairs, talking about you over the stream.

“Where’s your girl, Bo?” Kuroo had asked.

You could practically hear the love in his voice as he responded. “She had some work to finish up tonight so she’s somewhere around the house, probably in the office. I’ll check on her soon though, she usually would’ve been in here by now.”

“Yeah, yeah, sitting in your lap,” Atsumu grumbled. “We know, you’ve got a gorgeous little girlfriend that sits on your lap while you play. Aren’t you so lucky?”

“Ha, someone sounds bitter,” Suna said. “You’re just jealous you can’t find anyone that wants to sit on your lap.”

Atsumu sputtered as the other guys laughed. “I could find someone to sit on my lap if I wanted to!”

Kuroo laughed, the hyena cackle that was so infectious, “Just keep telling yourself that man. Anyway, Bo, bring your girl over soon, the wife misses hanging out with her.”

“Will do man, although those two are crazy together,” you could tell Bokuto was smiling as he began to talk about the last time you and Kuroo’s wife got together. The drunken shenanigans resulted in the men giving in as you both cried to have a sleepover so you could watch movies all night. The part that made the two men laugh was how you both fell asleep an hour later, curled up between them on the couch, not even halfway done with the first movie.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you closed the stream and gave yourself a once over in the mirror. Naked, hair and makeup done, and ready to go. You tried to ignore the way the slick had begun to run down your thighs, needy and body aching for Bokuto. FOr a brief second, you wondered if he would turn you away and the prank would fail, but that was quickly pushed from your mind. He loved you and this was going to drive him crazy.

You wrapped yourself in a thin, silk robe he had gotten you last time he had been away for a game and walked downstairs to the game room. You stopped outside the door and took a deep breath, steeling your nerves quickly. Slinking into the room, you stood to the side and waited until Bokuto noticed you. 

“Baby!” he boomed without looking at you, fingers flying across the controller and focused on the game in front of him. “Guys, my baby finally came to join me!” 

You smiled, his voice so sweet and sincere, if a bit loud. He still hadn’t looked at you when you undid the belt of the robe and let it fall to the floor behind you. You leaned against the door frame, completely bare, and waited.

“Baby,” Bokuto called, “Why don’t you come sit with me? I’ve missed you so much.” He pouted, though he still hadn’t looked over. “Baby,” he whined, the word drawn out, “Please come hold me? Oh shut up Kuroo, you’d be whining for attention too if your wife was home right now. Atsumu, you’re just fucking jealous, shut up. Thank you Hinata, at least someone is on my side.” He talked to his friends and you giggled, catching only his side of the conversations. “Baby, please come her--” his voice trailed off as he finally looked at you. 

Ambrosia. That’s what you looked like to Bokuto. The food of the Gods and fuck if he wasn’t hungry as hell now. He stopped playing the game, could barely hear as the other guys were yelling at him to pay attention and his avatar was shot down on the screen. All he could see was you, your beautiful body completely on display. All he could hear was the blood rushing through his body. His mouth flooded with saliva, eyes focusing in on the way your inner thighs were wet. His eyes snapped to your face, the bashful look expression making him want to ruin you. Finally, Atsumu and Kuroo’s screaming at him broke him out of the spell you had him under.

“Guys, I have to go,” his tone was dark and his tongue peeked out to lick his lips, “I have a needy little baby to take care of.” His face turned sour for a second. “Fuck you too Miya, I’m about to get laid, unlike your single ass.” He ripped the headset off and his expression morphed back into a devilish smirk. “Someone’s being all cute and naughty tonight.” He walked slowly, stalking toward you, gaze raking up and down your body. “Trying to make me flustered for once, huh? If you wanted me so bad, all you had to do was ask, baby.”

You smiled cheekily at him. “But this was more fun! And I was trying to make you a little flustered. Didn’t you like your surprise?”

He groaned as you did a little spin for him, your ass bouncing and tits shaking as you did so. “‘Like’ is an understatement. But baby, you could never fluster me, it’s so cute when you try though. You do realize you’re about to get fucked against the wall, right? You know, just so you know the consequences of dropping in on me like this out of the blue, trying to get me all horny.” You looked at him from under dark lashes, innocent expression on your face. He groaned again. “Fuck, you’re perfect baby.”

“There’s one more surprise Kou, although I don’t know if you’ll like it,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip and trying not to smirk and give away your plan as he was almost within arms reach. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. “You have to catch me first.” WIth that, you took off, sprinting through the house, trying as best as you could to make it to your bedroom before he caught you.

Bokuto stood for a moment, completely caught off guard and surprised. Usually, he had you on your back or knees with a single look, but this playfulness tonight was new, unexpected, and exciting. He liked to chase, liked it a lot more than he’d ever admitted to you. His cock stirring, twitching in his sweatpants, had him snapping out of the daze you’d left him in. Without another thought, he bolted after you, catching up easily but allowing you to get up the stairs safely, your bare ass right in his face the whole way up. At the top of the stairs, his arms wrapped around your waist and he threw you unceremoniously over his shoulder, smacking your ass with a firm hand. 

“You really thought you could run from me? Thought you could win?” he taunted as he entered your bedroom and threw you down on the bed. Your legs parted naturally and you leaned back on your elbows, looking up at him. 

“Oh I knew I couldn’t win, Kou,” you mused, scooting farther up the bed until you were leaning against the headboard and spreading your legs wider, giving him a good view. “I wanted you to catch me. I wanted the big bad jackal to chase me, catch me, and have his way with me. Do whatever you want.”

Bokuto arched an eyebrow again as he climbed on the bed and began to crawl toward you. His hands smoothed up your legs from the ankle up. “Whatever?” He laid on his stomach between your legs, his face close enough to the apex of your thighs that you could feel him breathing on your slit. You let out a breathy little gasp as his arms hooked under your thighs.

“Whatever you want,” you replied, words shakier with every inch closer his mouth got to your cunt. His nose nudged at your slit before he left a long, sloppy lick against it. One of his hands spread your folds apart and exposed your dripping core to him, the hardened little peak of your clit swollen and easy to find. His tongue slid up your folds again, but this time, his tongue teased your entrance before moving up and prodding at your clit. He pulled back and looked up at you from between your legs, the smirk on his look almost evil. “If I get whatever I want, I want to do my own challenge. It’s not a Tik Tok one, yeah, I know what you were doing. No, my own little challenge, since you love them so much, will be how many times I can make you cum on my tongue before you pass out. Let’s get started.”

Note: I wanted to write more but I’m gonna leave the rest to your imagination. Comment in your tags how many times Bokuto made you cum on his tongue before you passed out lol

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Over the next twenty years, you and Hajime were nearly inseparable. You had gone through school together, meeting his friend Oikawa along the way, the dynamic duo becoming a trio when you joined them. The three of you were always together through primary school and middle school, the two boys obsessed with volleyball (and Godzilla and aliens) and you following along, their biggest cheerleader. Along the way, Makki and Mattsun joined the group, but you were never pushed out. You just happened to have four young men looking out for you when high school started as opposed to the two you’d grown up with.

As high school started, you became manager for the volleyball team at the behest of all of “your boys” and still, the five of you were always together. You were there for every exciting win, thrown over Mattsun or Iwaizumi’s shoulders and spun around in joy. You were there for every struggle, every injury or obstacle the team had to overcome, offering what encouragement you could. You were there for every heartbreaking, soul crushing defeat to hold them, allowing them to drop their guard and cry on your shoulder. You were a good friend, the best friend to all four of them, but none more than Iwaizumi.

Nearly everyday, you were at one another’s houses, doing homework, watching movies, watching him practice and tossing balls to him in his backyard. You were his biggest fan. The crush you’d harbored on him since you were 6 and he picked you up off the ground with worry in his bright, wide eyes went unnoticed by the man. Even as you turned down any confessions you received, he was oblivious to the feelings and you grew used to the idea that he saw you simply as a friend, an almost sister he’d known and grown up with since childhood. 

When he confided, after a movie marathon at your house when your parents were out of town, that he was going to America for college, you were sure he’d never seen you as anything more than a friend. After all, he wanted to leave you. That was the first time you and Iwaizumi ever fought. You’d cried, not understanding how he could just go halfway around the world without a thought. He’d cried too, trying to reason with you, his best friend, that he wasn’t leaving you, he just wanted out of Japan for a while. He wanted new experiences and he had thought you would understand, would be happy for him. You kicked him out, using every last bit of self restraint not to scream at him, “How can I be happy for you when you’re breaking my heart?” 

The fight hadn’t even lasted a night, Hajime showing up on your doorstep an hour later with some of your favorite snacks and your favorite one of his sweatshirts. He’d stayed all night that night, holding you under his arm as you cried, wrapped up in his sweatshirt. He whispered apologies for not telling you that he applied and giving you warning, kissed the top of your head and promised to call every day. You’d fallen asleep on the couch with him that night and when you awoke the next morning, lying on top of his chest, cradled in his arms as the first morning rays came through the curtains, it was easy to imagine that he returned your feelings and that he was yours. He wasn’t though.

Iwaizumi had gone off to college, moving to California and leaving you behind in Japan. It was during this time you became closer to Mattsun. Oikawa was gone too, Makki was always busy between jobs and with his endless string of girlfriends, so you and Mattsun had moved into an apartment together. Unlike your feelings for Iwaizumi, things were completely platonic with Mattsun. Most people thought the two of you hated one another, but in reality, you gave each other shit because you both actually saw one another as siblings. You were there for every one of Mattsun’s flings, the pregnancy scare with the one he actually loved, and then you wiped his tears when the same woman broke his heart. Mattsun was there for every set back in school, the fight with your parents over your future, and when you cried the time Iwaizumi told you he had a girlfriend in California. Mattsun had always known you’d liked Iwaizumi and he was surprisingly good at comforting you any time you were upset about it. What you didn’t know was that Mattsun was doing the same for Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi texted Mattsun near constantly, always wanting to know if you were okay. Had you been eating, drinking enough water? Hajime would pester Mattsun all the time checking in on you. Issei found it hilarious and would constantly fuck with him, telling Hajime how you had two guys over last night and it was so loud. Hajime would blanch and stutter and then Issei would break out laughing hysterically while Hajime screamed expletives through the phone at him for being a dick. In all honesty, Mattsun just wanted the two of you to get over your hesitations and get together. It was clear to him how much you both loved and cared for one another, but you both seemed so blind and oblivious to the affections of one another. 

When Iwaizumi finally moved back to Japan, five years after he’d left for college, you were ecstatic. Finally, you were going to have your best friend back by your side. Only when he came back, things weren’t the same. You’d both changed a lot during the five years he was away and it was difficult to figure out your dynamic again. Before, you’d throw yourself across his lap to watch a movie and now there was this hesitance, both of you sitting on opposite ends of the couch. Before, you’d lean on him, holding his hand when you were out in public but now, you hardly ever touched one another. It was like an invisible wall had grown, despite the constant face timing and calls and emails, you and Hajime just weren’t the same. Neither of you liked that.

Mattsun definitely did not like it. He had to watch as you stared wistfully at one another when the other wasn’t looking. He had to listen as you both whined about unrequited love. He had to watch as you dated that one asshole on MSBY after you met him going to work with Hajime and also had to watch as Hajime glared every time he saw you with him. Quite frankly, Mattsun was fucking done with both of you and if neither of you were going to do anything about it, he sure as hell would.

Texts (all taking place at the same time, between midnight-2AM)

Mattsun & Iwaizumi

Mattsun: You know she has a date with Miya tonight right?

Iwaizumi: No, I didn’t know. Why are you telling me?

Mattsun: Thought maybe you’d want to do something about it.

Iwaizumi: Why would I want to do something about it?

Mattsun: ...nevermind

Mattsun: Dumbass

Mattsun & You

Mattsun: You should drop this shit with the bleach brained idiot and tell Iwa how you feel.

You: Lol, no way in Hell. 

Mattsun: Why the fuck not?

You: Issei, he doesn’t see me like that. He just sees me as a little sister.

Mattsun: He flirts with you all the time!

You: He does not!

Mattsun: He made a joke last week about spanking you if you were being a brat!

You: That was a joke! 

Mattsun: That’s not the kind of joke you make with someone you think of as your sister. The thought alone makes me ill.

You: Issei, can you just drop it? Hajime has always treated me like a sister, he doesn’t like me. Don’t get my hopes up, it hurts too much.

Iwaizumi & You

Iwaizumi: Why are you awake? You need to sleep.

You: I don’t wanna

Iwaizumi: Stop whining, you have a big day tomorrow and need some rest. Also, I know for a fact you were up until nearly 5AM last night.

You: ...how do you know that?

Iwaizumi: How do you think? lol Mattsun told me.

You: Jerk. He’s always trying to get me in trouble.

Iwaizumi: You’re only in trouble if you don’t go to bed now. Don’t make me come over there.

You: Oh yeah? What would you do, huh? You going to drag me to my room?

Iwaizumi: I’m sure I could find some way to tire you out.

You: Would you look at the time?! Off to bed.

Iwaizumi: That’s what I thought. Goodnight and I’ll see you tomorrow.

You: Mhmm, goodnight Hajime

Iwaizumi & Mattsun

Mattsun: Do you like her?

Iwaizumi: What are you on about?

Mattsun: Do. You. Like. Her? It’s not that hard, answer the question.

Iwaizumi: Mattsun, seriously, wtf?

Mattsun: Iwaizumi, seriously, answer the goddamn question. I’m tired of both of you acting like you haven’t been in love with each other since high school, maybe even before. So answer my fucking question Hajime.

Iwaizumi: Fuck, fine. I love her, are you happy? I’ve been in love with her since we were kids. I’d never let anything happen to her, hell, I’d fucking die for her but you already knew that Issei. But it doesn’t matter, she’s with fucking Miya now and all I want is for her to be happy. She’s my baby and I love her, even if she’s with someone else. I just want her to be happy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

Mattsun: You have a shitty way of showing it since she’d be happiest WITH YOU dumbass. She’s had a crush on you since you were kids.

Iwaizumi: It’s too late Mattsun. I’m not interfering in whatever she’s got going on with Atsumu. Besides, think I would’ve noticed her having a crush on me.

Mattsun: Fuck Atsumu. Be a man and get the fucking girl. The only reason she’s never said anything is because she’s shy as fuck and thought you saw her only as a little sister.

Iwaizumi: A little sister? The fuck, I’ve never looked at her like a little sister. Fuck.

Mattsun: I tried to tell her man. All 4 of us have been pretty protective of her and shit, but you more than anyone. It’s probably why she thought that. 

Iwaizumi: Fuck. Fuck. Why the fuck are you telling me this now when I’ve lost her already?

Mattsun: You haven’t fucking lost her yet, don’t get your panties in a twist. You think she’s going to give up on the man she’s loved since she was 4 for Atsumu? Nah man, you just need to come clean.

Iwaizumi: I don’t think I can Mattsun. I don’t want to risk our friendship, I can’t tell her.

Mattsun: I thought you’d say that. Good thing I just sent her screenshots of this conversation.

Iwaizumi: MATTSUN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO YOU PIECE OF SHIT?!

Iwaizumi: Mattsun, you motherfucker, I’m going to murder you.

Iwaizumi: Answer me dipshit. Tell me you’re lying.

Iwaizumi: Fuck you. 

A knock on the door startled Hajime. It was only 6:30AM and he’d just gotten out of the shower following his morning run. He was standing in the kitchen, hair still dripping onto his bare chest, drinking his coffee while an omelet cooked in the skillet. He ran to the door, praying his omelet wouldn’t burn, and was startled to open it and find you standing there. It was winter and you were clad in his old sweatshirt from high school, faded with how many times it’d been washed, some leggings and your slippers. Even like this, practically in pajamas, you were the most beautiful thing Iwaizumi had ever seen. 

“Come in, come in, it’s cold,” he spoke, ushering you into the warmth of his house. Once the door was shut, he turned to you. “What are you doing here? Actually, what are you doing out of bed so early? Very unlike you.” He gave you a soft smile but inside, he was panicking. Had Issei actually sent you what he said? That wasn’t exactly how he imagined confessing his feelings to you; well, he never planned to confess at all.

“Issei sent me some screenshots of a conversation you guys had last night,” you spoke quietly, looking anywhere but at Hajime’s shirtless form. You weren’t sure what you were saying but with no sleep and the potential that Hajime might return your feelings, you continued on. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you all night, I didn’t even sleep.”

“You didn’t sleep? You were supposed to go to sleep for me last night,” Hajime said, trying to derail whatever you were going to say.

You ignored him and continued on. “You said you loved me. That you’ve loved me since we were kids. Is it true Hajime?”

He sighed, his cheeks heating up and shoulders dropping as he realized there was no way out of this. He nodded, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Yeah. It’s true. I was, I mean I am, in love with you.”

Your expression softened and you took a tentative step toward him and then another until you were less than a foot way. Reaching for his hand, you intertwined your fingers with his and brought them to your chest over your heart. You looked into Iwaizumi’s eyes, keeping eye contact so he understood how serious and genuine your words were. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner Hajime? You had to know I felt the same, always able to fluster me so easily.” 

His heart started to beat faster, hope he always tried to suppress raging through him. “I didn’t know how you felt. I just thought you were flustered by everything, which, you are. It was always so cute, but I could never tell why you were flustered.”

You smiled, your hand not intertwined with Hajime’s reaching up to cup his cheek softly. “Silly man. I was flustered by you. I’ve had a crush on you since we were children.”

“But you never said anything!” Hajime couldn’t help the way his voice elevated, but he calmed himself before continuing. “You say you’ve liked me since we were kids, but why didn’t you say anything? I mean, I’ve liked you since Middle School and keeping that secret was hard enough.”

Your brows knit together in confusion. “You never said anything either! I always had a crush on you but it was high school I realized it was more than a crush. I loved you so much. I never told you because I always thought you only saw me like a little sister. So why didn’t you say something, huh?”

Hajime scoffed, “The thoughts I had about you were nowhere near appropriate for a sister.” Your body flooded with heat at the implication of his words. “I didn’t say anything because you didn’t! You were my best friend and lately, it’s felt like you shrink away from me, almost like you’re scared or intimidated by me rather than attracted to me.”

“Iwaizumi Hajime! You know very well that I am shy. Did you really think I’d ever come out and tell you I liked you without you saying something first?” You rolled your eyes at him, the smile on your face not fading in the slightest though. “Of course I was intimidated by you and all the guys. I’m so much shorter than all of you! I was never scared of you Hajime. You have always made me feel safe.” Your voice dropped and for the first time since you stepped close, you broke eye contact and looked at the floor. Your voice was quiet, words mumbled. “How could I not be attracted to you, have you seen yourself?”

The blush on Hajime’s face reached his ears and his face softened. “Have you seen yourself?” he mocked. “You’re beautiful. You give me butterflies, you always have.” He brought a hand to your cheek and caressed if sweetly. “Every time I see your face, every time my phone lights up with a message from you, just, fuck, I’m so in love with you.” He leaned down, resting his forehead against yours, his lips so close now. “I’m sorry I was stupid all this time. I should’ve said something.”

“It’s okay Hajime,” you whispered, the closeness causing your stomach to do flips. “It’s all out in the open now. I’m yours. I love you so much.”

Iwaizumi would swear his heart heart stopped at your words. A primal instinct in his gut told him that you belonged to him now and he was never letting you get away. He released his hand from yours and both his hands moved to cup your cheeks. “Can I- can I kiss you? I don’t want to rush anything, but fuck, we- we’ve both been pining for so long. I really want to kiss you. So fucking bad.”

You smiled sweetly and nuzzled into the touch of his hands. “What are you waiting for? Been making me wait 20 years for this and now you’re gonna ask if you can kiss--”

Your words were cut short as Hajime pressed his lips firmly to yours. It was like everything wrong in the world was fixed, every missing puzzle piece found, when your lips touched. Hajime moved his lips slowly, gently against yours and you did the same, following his lead. When he pulled back, you tried to follow his lips and he laughed softly, pressing another quick peck to your lips. “I’m sorry for making you wait baby. I think we have a lot of catching up to do, I have a lot to make up to you.” His thumbs ran softly over the apples of your cheeks, in awe and shock that this was finally happening. 

You giggled softly, your thoughts the same as his. Overwhelmed that after all this time, after so much pining, you were finally in his arms as not just his friend, but as his lover. His hands dropped from your face and Hajime’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush to his body. Your nerve endings were alight, burning as you felt his warm body pressed against you, now painfully aware that he was without a shirt as your cheek rested on his bare cheek.

“Yes we do, but don’t you have to go to training soon?” you mumbled out, though even that didn’t break the moment between the two of you. He just held you tighter, tucking his face against the top of your head.

“Oh I’m not going anywhere today,” he whispered. “I’m suddenly feeling like I have a fever. Better call in and tell them I can’t come.” He pulled away and titled your chin up, looking into your eyes with the biggest, cheeky smile on his face. “I’m not letting you go for a while. You’re mine now.” 

“All yours Hajime,” you whispered softly as his thumb ghosted over your bottom lip. “I don’t have any plans to leave your arms for as long as you’ll let me stay.”

“So forever? Because I want you to stay here in my arms forever.” He leaned down and pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. “Have I mentioned I love you?”

You giggled, leaning up for another kiss, “Once or twice.” It was at that time the smoke detector went off and Hajime remembered he had been cooking breakfast. He released you from his arms, sprinting to the kitchen and grabbing the pan of blackened, smoking eggs and tossing it in the sink. You followed him, opening windows and trying to help clear the smoke. Hajime caught your eye and you giggled, the scene before you laughable now that there was no fire. Hajime turned off the stove and you found yourself soon wrapped in his arms again.

“How about I call into practice and tell them I’m taking the day off,” he began. “Then I’ll make us some breakfast. After that, we go curl up in my bed and you let me hold you while you take a nap since you didn’t sleep last night.” He punctuated his words with a kiss.  “That sound good?” 

You nodded happily. “Sounds perfect Hajime.”

Iwaizumi leaned down and captured your lips in a long, searing kiss that left you breathless. “And while I cook, you can text Miya and tell him you won’t be attending that date tonight. Right beautiful?”

Your heart fluttered at the endearing name and you nodded, “Of course. I told you Hajime, I love you and I’m yours.”

“Mine.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips again and pulled back to start cooking breakfast. You moved to sit on the counter, watching Hajime standing there in the kitchen, shirtless and looking like sin personified, cooking breakfast for the two of you, and you thought, ‘Yeah, I can get used to this.’ Hajime turned around and caught a glimpse of you, sitting in his kitchen and wearing his sweatshirt, smiling at him like he hung the moon, and he thought, ‘This is what has been missing in my life.’ 

As the two of you curled up in his bed together, Hajime laying down and pulling you to lay on his chest, whispering how soft you feel and how much he loves having you pressed against him, he doesn’t think life can get better than this moment. When you wake up a few hours later to Hajime asleep beneath you and you lean up to kiss his chin softly, he murmurs your name in his sleep, and you think the same. The missing pieces in both of you have been restored and for the first time, you both feel whole and neither of you plans to ever let one another go.

Bonus scene:

“You know, we’re going to have to tell Mattsun thank you?” Hajime said with a groan, rubbing his hand up and down the bare skin of your back under his sweatshirt. 

Whining, you throw your arm over your eyes. “Do we have to? Ugh, he’s going to be so smug!” You move your arm and peek up at Hajime. “Can we wait? Just stay here in your bed and never leave?”

Hajime giggled and pulled you on top of him. “I didn’t mean we had to thank him now. It can definitely wait until I’ve caught up on all the kisses I’ve missed.”

He veered off the main road onto a sidewalk, correcting the bike as it tilted too far to one side and you clutched on tight to him in hopes you weren’t about to crash. Riding down the empty, puddle ridden sidewalk, he pulled up to a park as a nearby strike of lightning lit up the sky. There was a playground off to one side, what looked like a dog park to the other, and off to one corner of the park was a small building. 

Draken skidded the bike through wet grass and pulled all the way up to the building, which was actually a large, covered gazebo with picnic tables, benches, and even a few grills off to one side. When the bike stopped, Draken popped the kickstand and all but jumped off, grabbing you by the waist and carrying you under cover to the nearest bench. He ran back and turned off the bike, moving it under the edge of the gazebo and out of the storm as another lightning strike lit up the sky once more.

You opened the backpack that had been on your back, hoping the sweatshirt in the bottom might have been spared the rain but everything in the bag was as soaked as the clothes clinging to your skin. Looking down, you noticed the flowy sundress had lost its shape, every bit of fabric dripping with water, near translucent and stuck to your skin. Draken wasn’t much better off. His white t-shirt was completely see-through, the normally loose black pants sagging and full of rainwater. His braid had come undone during the storm, black hair clinging to the side of his face, and you knew your hair couldn’t look any better.

“You okay babe?” Draken spoke calmly now that you were safe. He came over, kneeling between your legs as you sat on the bench. A large hand came up to caress your cheek and you nuzzled into his warmth. Draken frowned. “You’re freezing.” 

You nodded at him, not wanting him to worry, but you couldn’t stop the shiver that went up your spine. You were cold. Not a dry spot on your body and the wind howled, the gusts fanning over you and ensuring the steady decline of your temperature.

Draken stood, pulling you to stand with him. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close and rubbing his hands up and down your back. He tried to create some warmth but it was to no avail, your clothes too wet for him to be successful. He looked around the gazebo, trying to find some way to warm you up, as it didn’t look like the storm would let up any time soon. He could handle the cold but he was worried you’d fall ill from this and he’d never forgive himself for that. Just as he was resigned to having no ideas, he noticed that you were swaying in his arms. 

“What are you doing?” he asked, voice mixed with amusement and confusion. 

You looked up at him, a sweet but shy smile on your beautiful face. “Well, it helps to move around when you’re cold. Dancing is moving.”

Draken couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his lips as he pulled you closer, large hands splayed on your lower back. “Dancing, huh? I don’t think we’ve ever danced together, Doll.”

“That’s because we never have Ken.” Your voice was soft, a bit embarrassed that he had caught onto the way you had slyly tried to fulfill one of the romantic fantasies of your childhood: dancing in the rain with the man you love. 

Draken’s smile shifted to a smirk and he leaned down to drop a quick kiss upon your lips. “Well who am I to stop you from trying to help us warm up. Let’s dance, baby girl.” Draken took the lead, his hands still resting on your lower back and your body pressed as tight to him as possible. Your own hands came up to rest on his shoulders, fingers playing with the long, wet black hair framing his face. He swayed the two of you back and forth, side to side. Though he said it was for warmth, Draken couldn’t help but feel this was right, holding you in his arms and dancing. 

He had imagined a lot of things to come in your future before, like snapshots through his mind, visions of what would happen. When the two of you had gone to visit Mikey after his girlfriend gave birth, Ken had envisioned you holding your own child, a little mixture of the both of you. When he’d helped you move into your most recent apartment, he couldn’t help but think the next time you moved, it would be into a home the two of you shared. Right now, in this moment, Draken was imagining what it would be like to dance with you at your wedding, surrounded by your friends but your eyes only on him. 

Draken was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt you shiver against him. Looking down, Draken could tell that this ‘dancing’ was not enough to warm you up, however cute it might have been. You were freezing and if he didn’t do something soon, well, he knew that being this cold wasn’t good for you. He remembered your words, ‘It helps to move around when you’re cold’, as well as remembered something he’d seen in some movie about how body heat was the best way to warm up. An idea formed in Draken’s mind and there was no stopping the devilish grin that stretched across his face.

“Doll, I don’t think we’re moving enough to get you warm,” he spoke, his words tinged with a teasing tone. He leaned down, lips ghosting over your ear and breath fanning over it as he spoke. “I thought of another way I could get your blood pumping baby. You know, just to warm you up.” A wave of heat rushed straight to your core at his words. “What do you say, babe? Gonna let me warm you up?” You nodded your head, words abandoning you for the moment. Draken moved his lips from your ear down to your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses on your cold flesh. “Use your words Doll.”

“Yes Ken,” you stated immediately. “Please warm me up, I need it.” Your head tilted of its own accord, giving him better access to your neck. A whine escaped your lips, lost to the sound of the storm raging around you, as Draken sucked and bit softly on a sensitive spot. You couldn’t see it, but you knew there would be a mark there. His hands slid down from his spot on your lower back, coming to rest on your ass and giving it a firm squeeze. A delicate moan escaped your lips and you shivered again, though this time, not from the cold.

Draken pulled away from you, stepping back and grabbing your hand in his own. He guided you over to the bench and sat, keeping you standing between his legs. His large hands were warm as they rested on the sides of your bare thighs. Slowly, his hands moved up, pushing your dress up as he went. He continued the trajectory until he was pulling the sopping fabric over the top of your head. Instead of throwing it off to the side, he carefully laid it over the back of the bench so it could dry. 

Focused entirely on you, he admired your body, fingers skimming lightly over your beautiful form, stood before him and only in your undergarments: the little spandex short style underwear you favored when riding on his bike in a dress and the bra he had picked out for you a few weeks ago. Stunning. Draken quickly took off his wrap and laid it to dry over the back of the bench as well before tossing his t-shirt off to the side somewhere. 

“Come here Doll, let me warm you up,” he spoke, voice deep with lust. You climbed on his lap, wrapping your arms around him as he did the same. His lips found yours near instantly, his tongue sliding expertly along your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth, gliding against your own. His tongue was warm, but more than that, the searing kiss was causing a warmth to spread throughout your body. His hands were splayed across your bare back, sliding up and down to warm you but behaving himself for the moment. When his lips pulled away from yours, slipping down past your chin and settling at the hollow of your throat, his hands moved to undo the clasp of your bra. He trailed open mouthed kisses from your throat down to the valley of your breasts before leaning back enough to remove your bra entirely. 

As your bra was discarded somewhere on the bench, a nearby strike of lightning lit up the sky, the crack of thunder deafening. You jumped on Draken’s lap, arms wrapping around him as a scream left your lips. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, whispering reassuringly, “It’s okay baby, I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re safe here.” 

You slowly eased back from where you had buried your face into his chest and looked up at him. He was smiling softly in the dim light, eyes contradictory as they were filled with both concern and lust. You kissed his chest, right over his heart and his smile faltered as he watched. You moved your lips to his nipple, pebbled from the cold, and took it into your mouth as he usually did to you. Draken gasped out a noise somewhere between a whine and a groan. Your tongue swirled around the bud as your hands moved up and down Draken’s back before slipping into the waistband of his pants and rubbing his ass with tender, firm motions. Moving to the other side, you gave it the same treatment, sucking gently at his nipple and flicking it with your tongue. Draken involuntarily arched against your mouth as you teeth grazed over him. You did it again and he shivered against you. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore as your teeth softly closed around his hardened nipple and tugged.

Draken used his strength to maneuver you, turning you around completely so your back was against his chest. His own teeth grazed your ear before nibbling on your earlobe. Voice low and dangerous, Draken whispered, “I’m supposed to be the one warming you up, Doll, not the other way around.” His hands moved almost invisible to you in the dim light of the storm, cupping both of your breasts in his large hands and squeezing. One hand stayed on your breast as the other moved down your body until he reached the waistband of your little spandex shorts you called underwear. His fingers toyed with the waistband, teasing, while the fingers of his other hand toyed with your nipple, twisting and pinching. Every gasp and whimper you made as he played your body like a violin went straight to his cock and he couldn’t remember ever having been cold.

Draken’s lips moved against your neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive flesh while his fingers finally moved past the waistband. His middle finger swiped up your slit and he chuckled. “Somebody’s all wet. Is that from the rain?” Draken teased, smirking against your neck. “Or is that just for me baby?” When you didn’t answer, Draken pinched your nipple hard. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

You whimpered and your body slumped back into him. “Yes Ken,” your voice was breathy with pleasure, “It’s just for you. All wet because of you. Always wet for you.”

Satisfied with your answer, Draken slid his middle finger to your clit and began working slow, tight circles against it. He continued like this, one hand working both of your pretty tits and the other hand between your legs as his lips were downright sinful against your neck, until you were rocking against him. His cock was hard from the way you were moving and you could feel it easily through his pants. The pants were still soaked through from the rain and he never wore any kind of underwear, so the barrier between your ass and his cock was minimal and it felt so good sliding between your cheeks when you rocked. It reminded you that he was just as turned on as you.

After teasing your clit for a minute, he slid a single long finger inside you before deciding you could go ahead and take a second one. He pumped them in and out, smirking when you started grinding against his palm, trying to get that friction on your clit. He’d give it to you, but not yet. Your body felt too good rocking against him, humping at his hand and grinding down on his cock like you were unaware of any of your actions, simply chasing your pleasure, using him for your own pleasure. It was his favorite, the way you lost yourself when he touched you. 

He kept touching you, smiling evilly when your movements on his lap became erratic. Your cunt was starting to clench around his fingers so he added a third, stretching you and delighting in the exquisite moan that left your lips. He knew you were close. He kissed your shoulder sweetly before he spoke, “Touch your clit for me, you’re almost there, Doll. Just don’t cum until you ask, you know the rule.”

You didn’t hesitate, your own hand joining his and rubbing circles into your clit as he pumped his fingers into your cunt. You were already close and knew you wouldn’t last with your added touch. You didn’t ask him, just immediately started begging. “May I cum? Please Ken, let me cum, I need it so bad. Please Ken, please, please.” Your voice trailed off into soft whimpers of the word please as you tried to stall the impending orgasm long enough to get permission, especially as his fingers moved slower but deeper and harder. 

“Cum for me, Doll.”

Right as you came, Draken bit down on your shoulder a little harder than normal, the pain mixing deliciously with the pleasure. You cried out, the sounds lost to the night and heard only to Draken as the storm continued to rage on. Your cunt spasmed around his fingers and coated them in white cream, though he couldn’t see hardly anything as the lightning seemed to be less frequent now. Though he couldn’t see you cum, he could feel you, could hear you, and soon enough, he’d taste you. He still knew that when you came, you were the most beautiful person alive.

When you came down from your high, Draken’s fingers were still moving, slower and lazier, and his lips on your neck were licking and sucking softly at the blossoming bruise from his bite. Your body slumped back against him and you became acutely aware that he was still hard, pressing against your ass and begging to be finished. You looked up at Draken, barely able to make out his face right now with so little light, though you could see a mischievous little smile.

“You still cold baby?” he asked, a teasing lilt in his voice. You shivered in his arms, though it was from the tone of his voice and had nothing to do with the cold. You had been thoroughly warmed up. He suppressed a laugh at your shiver before he spoke, making sure to keep his voice deep, knowing what it did to you. “How about you suck my cock, Doll? You’ll be so warm with a belly full of cum. It’ll keep you nice and warm until we can get home.”

You nodded, then remembered he wanted you to speak. “Yes Ken, please let me suck your cock.”

You stood from his lap and moved to get on your knees before he stopped you. “I don’t want you kneeling on this cold concrete, sit on the bench and I’ll stand up.”

Draken carefully lifted you and placed you on the bench next to him, standing and unbuttoning his pants. He pushed them down enough to free his cock. In the dark, he found your hand and guided it to his cock. You giggled when he twitched in your hand. Your mouth moved to where your hand was, teasing the tip of his cock with your tongue and tasting the salty precum leaking out. You wasted no time and sucked him into your mouth, taking him fully in your throat the way he had trained you.

Draken’s hands found the back of your head and he helped you, taking charge and controlling the motions of your head. He used your mouth the same way you had used his hand. He fucked into your mouth roughly, already close from how much you had grinded against him. It didn’t take long for him. Your hot mouth, the way your tongue moved against the underside of his shaft, the way he slid past the back of your mouth and into your throat, and the way you finally brought your hand up and fondled his balls, squeezing gently. He came with a loud groan, hilting his cock into your throat. His cock twitched in your mouth, ropes of warm cum sliding down your throat with each twitch. When he had finished, he pulled out of your mouth and tucked his softening cock into his pants, buttoning them back. He leaned down to kiss you, a thank you for being so good and taking him like such a well trained good girl.

He affectionately patted the top of your head. “Good girl,” he said in the darkness. “You’re always such a good girl.”

He sat on the bench next to you and pulled you into his lap sideways, curling your body up against him. He reached over and found his wrap, noting how the thin fabric was nearly dry, and wrapped it around you like a blanket, covering you in his lap. He kissed the top of your head and you curled your head into the crook of his shoulder. 

“Are you warm now baby?” he asked hopefully. 

You nodded and smiled content, curled up in his arms and sharing his warmth. “Yes I am. Thank you Ken, you’re the best!” Your voice was chipper despite the fact you were still out in the park and not at home, curled up in bed where he wanted to be. 

The two of you stayed like that, cuddling in silence, only the sounds of the storm piercing the dark of the night, until the weather began to clear about thirty minutes later. The storm seemed to be finally letting up, the rain not as heavy, wind not howling as much. Lightning was farther away and less frequent, the thunder rolling off in the distance now instead of shaking the gazebo. Draken helped you dress as the rain slowed to a trickle, your sundress damp now instead of dripping water. He dressed himself and settled you on his bike between his legs, preferring to keep you close and held in the safety of his arms while he drove, and set off into the night for home.

As he parked the bike in the parking lot of the apartment complex, he noticed your eyes were drooping and struggling to stay open. He lifted you up, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist and carrying you like a koala. He didn’t put you down until he was in the bathroom of your shared apartment, stripping your tired form and practically shoving you into a warm shower. He helped clean you both up, the water warming you both from the chill the evening had left on your skin. Finally, you were finished and he quickly had you in bed, curled up on his chest in one of his sweatshirts, safe and sound under warm blankets. As he fell asleep and joined you in your dreams, his last thoughts were that he only hoped his unique methods of keeping you warm had proved effective and you wouldn’t come down with a cold.

Note: This is what the gazebo looks like in case you were wondering (or is that just me who needs these kinds of details when I write?). 

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Friends to Lovers: Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu)

Thunder Storm: Draken (Tokyo Revengers)

Video Games: Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu)

One Bed: Shiba Hakkai (Tokyo Revengers)

Hugs & Kisses: Aomine Daiki (KNB) 

Sharing Clothes: Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)

Nap Time: Mitsuya Takashi (Tokyo Revengers)

Haunted House: Miya Atsumu (Haikyuu)

Cuddles: Hawks (BNHA)

Drunk: Miya Osamu (Haikyuu)

Hero/Savior: Shiba Taiju (Tokyo Revengers)

Scary Movie: Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu)

Neighbors: Kiyoshi Teppei (KNB)

Sick Day: Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu)

Beach: Draken (Tokyo Revengers)

Florist & Tattoo Artist: Shuji Hanma (Tokyo Revengers)

Date: Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)

Mutual Pining: Jean Kirstein (Attack on Titan)

The Dare/Bet: Miya Osamu (Haikyuu)

Movie Date: Kagami Taiga (KNB)

Moving In: Shiba Hakkai (Tokyo Revengers)

Selfie: Miya Atsumu (Haikyuu)

Proposal: Mitsuya Takeshita (Tokyo Revengers)

Gifts: Miya Osamu (Haikyuu)

First Love: Shiba Taiju (Tokyo Revengers)

Wedding: Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu)

Hand Holding: Dabi (BNHA)

Baby: Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu)

Stargazing: Kasamatsu Yukio (KNB)

Parenting​: Ushijima Wakatoshi (Haikyuu)