#watari x reader

#1 oikawa tōru

oikawa was used to being the one stared at. he lived for the gasps and the fan clubs. but then he saw you sitting on the fountain edge, trying to fix a broken strap on your sandal with a look of intense, adorable concentration.

the way a single curl of hair kept falling into your eyes, and the way you puffed out your cheeks in frustration, hit oikawa like a serve to the gut. he stopped mid-stride. his fan girls were talking, but their voices became muffled charlie brown noises. to him, the world had narrowed down to just you and your broken shoe. you looked up, caught him staring, and gave a small, embarrassed laugh.

oikawa didn’t wink. he didn’t give a peace sign. he actually tripped over his own feet approaching you, nearly face-planting in the dirt. he knelt down, his hands shaking—him, the great king!—as he offered his own athletic tape from his bag.

“i think i’ve just retired from being a heartbreaker,” oikawa said, his voice unusually thick with emotion. he looked up at you with wide, sparkling eyes that were dead serious. “because you just took mine and i don’t want it back. i know this sounds like a really cheesy line, but i’m physically aching right now. please, let me take you to get new shoes—and then lunch. give me one chance to be the only guy you look at?”

#2 matsukawa issei

matsukawa was at a convenience store, stone-faced as usual, reaching for the last bag of cheese snacks. at the exact same time, your hand landed on top of his. your fingers were small and warm against his calloused skin.

he looked over, expecting a fight, but found you instead—eyes wide, looking like a deer in headlights, with a tiny “oh!” of surprise. you were wearing a soft, oversized hoodie, and you looked so cozy and kind that issei felt his soul leave his body through his ears. he didn’t pull his hand away. in fact, he leaned into the space between you, his heart hammering a rhythm that felt like a drum solo.

you pursed your lip, smiling shyly and telling him he could have them. that smile was his undoing. it was over. he was down bad. he was ready to buy the whole store for you.

“keep the snacks,” matsukawa said, his voice dropping to a low, rumbling hum that made your toes curl. he leaned against the shelf, his sleepy eyes suddenly intense and full of yearning. “but only if you let me walk you home so i can ask for your number properly. i’ve lived eighteen years and i’ve never felt my pulse jump like that. give a guy a chance to show you he’s more than just a guy in a snack aisle?”

#3 hanamaki takahiro

hanamaki was at a local fair, holding a giant stick of pink cotton candy that matched his hair. he was laughing at a joke mattsun made until he saw you standing by the ring-toss game, leaning back as you threw a hoop, your laughter ringing out like literal bells (whether it’s a church bell or a jingle bell, who knows).

the world turned into a high-definition movie. every time you moved, he felt a tug in his chest, like you were holding a string attached to his heart. you missed the shot, pouting just a little, and makki felt a protective surge so strong he almost marched over and bought the whole game booth. when you noticed him watching, you gave a little wave, your eyes crinkling in a way that made him feel like he was floating.

he walked over, practically vibrating with nervous energy, and handed you his giant cotton candy like it was a bouquet of roses.

“i don’t even like sugar that much,” makki blurted out, his face heating up to match his hair. he looked at you with such raw, honest adoration that you actually stopped breathing for a second. “but you’re the sweetest thing i’ve ever seen. i’m usually much cooler than this, i swear. please, let me win you that giant panda—and then let me take you out tomorrow? just one chance?”

#4 iwaizumi hajime

iwaizumi was at the park, practicing his jumps. he was all sweat and muscle and intensity—until you walked by with a golden retriever that was clearly walking you. the dog lunged for a ball, and you stumbled, letting out a surprised “whoops!”

iwaizumi caught you before you hit the grass. one arm was around your waist, holding you steady, and the other was grabbing the dog’s leash. you looked up, breathless, your face inches from his. you saw the intensity in his eyes soften into something so tender it made your heart skip. you murmured a “thank you,” your hands lingering on his biceps, and iwaizumi felt like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt.

he didn’t let go immediately. he couldn’t. he felt like if he let go, you’d vanish like a dream.

“are you okay?” he asked, his voice gruff but shaking. he looked down at you, his thumb unintentionally stroking the side of your waist. “i... i’ve never seen anyone like you. this is going to sound crazy, but i think i’d follow you and this dog anywhere. please. let me buy you a drink? i’m iwaizumi hajime. and i really, really want a chance to know your name.”

#6 yahaba shigeru

yahaba was the “pretty boy” in training. he was walking through the school gates, checking his reflection in his phone, when he saw you helping a first-year pick up their dropped papers.

you were so gentle, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear as you spoke to the younger student. yahaba stopped. he forgot he was supposed to be the “next captain.” he forgot his hair was perfectly styled. he just felt this overwhelming, aching need to be near you. you looked up, caught his eye, and gave him a polite, dazzling smile that felt like a physical weight on his chest.

he practically floated over to you. he took the papers from your hand to help, his fingers lingering on yours, his eyes fixed on yours with a desperate, beautiful sincerity.

“you’re the girl everyone warns me about in songs, aren’t you?” yahaba whispered, his voice smooth but frantic. he was yearning, his heart visible in his eyes. “the one who shows up and ruins every other girl for me. please. give me one chance to prove i’m more than just a pretty face. i want to be the guy who makes you smile like that every day.”

#7 watari shinji

watari was at the beach, watching the waves. he liked the peace. then, you ran past him, heading toward the water, laughing as the sea spray hit your skin.

you tripped slightly in the sand and let out a little giggle, shaking your head. watari watched you, and it was like the ocean stopped moving. you were so full of life, so vibrant, and so breathtakingly beautiful in the natural light. you turned around, looking for your friends, and your eyes landed on him. you gave him a small, friendly grin, and watari felt a warmth spread through him that had nothing to do with the sun.

he walked over, his heart thumping against his ribs like a trapped bird.

“i think the ocean is jealous of you,” watari said, his voice quiet and incredibly sweet. he looked at you with such pure, honest love that you felt your own heart melt. “because i can’t look at it anymore now that you’re here. i know i’m a stranger, but... could i buy you an ice cream? i’d really love a chance to make you laugh.”

#12 kindaichi yūtarō

kindaichi was at a cafe, trying to look cool and mature while reading a sports magazine. you were the barista who called out his order.

when he walked up to the counter, you smiled and told him you liked his height. “you look like a great athlete!” you chirped. kindaichi’s brain turned into mashed potatoes. he took his coffee, but he didn’t move. he just stared at you, his face turning a shade of red that shouldn’t be biologically possible. you were wearing a cute apron, and you had a little smudge of flour on your cheek that he wanted to wipe away so badly it hurt.

he took a big gulp of his coffee, burned his tongue, and then looked at you with watery, determined eyes.

“i play volleyball!” he shouted a little too loudly. he winced, then lowered his voice, leaning over the counter with a desperate look. “and i’m okay at it! but i’d be much better if i knew you were watching. please... give me a chance? can i take you out when your shift ends? i’ll wait here. even if it takes ten hours. please?”

#13 kunimi akira

kunimi was napping under a tree on campus, his usual “don’t bother me” energy in full effect. he woke up because a petal fell on his face. he blinked his eyes open and saw you sitting on the bench nearby, sketching in a notebook.

he watched you for a while, mesmerized by the way you tilted your head and the soft focus in your eyes. he usually found everything “tiresome,” but looking at you felt like the most important thing he’d ever done. you noticed him watching and smiled, closing your book. “sorry, did i wake you?”

kunimi sat up, his eyes wide and unblinkingly fixed on you. he felt a spark of energy he hadn’t felt in years.

“no,” kunimi said, his voice soft but firm. he crawled over the grass toward you, looking up with a vulnerability that was almost painful to see. ​“i’m usually looking for an excuse to nap, but... looking at you makes me feel actually awake for once. it’s annoying how pretty you are. don’t make me go back to sleep yet. come get lunch with me—i think i’d rather stay awake with you.”

#16 kyōtani kentarō

kyōtani was scowling at a vending machine that ate his money. he was about to kick it when you walked up, tapped the side of the machine in a specific spot, and his drink tumbled down.

“it’s a little temperamental,” you said with a soft, melodic giggle.

kyōtani froze. he looked at the drink, then up at you. you were a little shorter compared to him, looking up with big, kind eyes and a playful smirk. he felt a roar in his chest—not of anger, but of a fierce, possessive need to protect you from everything in the world. he felt his face heat up, his scowl deepening even as his heart melted.

he grabbed the drink and held it out to you, his hand shaking.

“take it,” he grunted, then bit his lip, forcing himself to look you in the eye. his gaze was burning with a desperate sort of love. “quit staring and just take my number. i’m not as scary as i look, okay? i’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. just tell me i can see you again. well? what do you say?”

→ the taxi’s next route is to nekoma high, get in!

n: i think i used to diss yahaba before, but i’m a changed woman. i’ve decided to do 2 uploads each time as to not be choked down by the taglist.

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matsukawa ; texts back in voice memos. mentioned this in my mattsun hc post, but he basically never types. always sends long ass one to two minute voice messages, and half of it is just him thinking about what he was going to say.

hanamaki ; remembers your playlist order. he’ll ask you why you switched your number three and number five song like its the normalest thing in the world, and will go ‘fix’ it himself instead of waiting for an answer.

kyotani ; follows the sidewalk rule. used to do it because he believed it was his ‘job’ as a man, or as an elder brother and cousin, but ended up doing it so much that he does it with every single person. if they dont automatically follow what he’s doing, he’ll physically move them to the other side wordlessly.

yahaba ; always reads the instructions. he has to read the instructions out loud, then explain  them, even if no one asked.it’s endearing in a control freak kind of way. that one person you know will always know what theyre doing, even if he doesnt like it.

kunimi ; falls asleep within seconds. you’ll get up to use the bathroom and he’ll wake up, have a full, conscious, conversation with you about what youre going to have for breakfast, and be asleep before you can even get to the door.

kindaichi ; checks if your cold. just sort of looks at you, then shrugs off his jacket and drops it in your lap without a word. acts like he didn’t even notice you were shivering. if you try to give it back, he’ll just shake his head and mumble something about how you probably need it more.

You’re sick–the only word to summarize the symptoms you’re currently having. Opening your eyes, you felt your head heavy as if was stuffed with cotton instead of being refreshed like usual. Soon, you noticed on how only with a slight breeze your body shivered instinctively even if you’re buried under thick layers of blanket.

Someone could fry themselves from how hot it would be under there, but you were your best in terms of health currently and it already answered a thousand questions. However, rather than calling the teacher you would be absent for today, you decided to be a complete moron and just went on to school like you always do as if it was nothing.

And you instantly regret the idea, cursing yourself for your stupidity while doing so–it was tremendously hard to focus on class, your body felt really sluggish even though you didn’t move an inch from your desk, worst every part of your body was now in pain from the strain you put it.

Iwaizumi certainly didn’t miss this–usually you’re sitting up straight on your seat, writing, or even reading something. But this time, you’re slumped against the desk, chest rising in faster pace than the normal ones. However, school was more hectic than usual and he found the only class he shared with you for the day was homeroom.

He decided to confront you at practice in order to kick you out–an extremely well-made plan and he would take no for an answer. As he thought, you’re in the middle of writing notes on the bench–face flushed unhealthily from the normal one. And it’s not only him who noticed how unwell you were–the whole team did. Good, he would have everyone agree on sending you home and you couldn’t argue about it.

“You’re having a freaking fever, [Name],” Hanamaki is usually playful, but this time his voice was stern when you offered him the water bottle. “You have to go home.”

“Get some rest,” Matsukawa nodded in agreement, brows furrowing in concern. “One day off practice isn’t the end of the world. You could just catch up the next day, we’ll fill you in.”

“The prelims are in a week and I can’t afford to slack off either,” you protested.

“You’re not slacking off, you’re sick.” Oikawa remarked, the usual teasing and lightness in his voice being forgotten at the moment. “That’s different.”

“Hajime, tell them I’m fine-“

Iwaizumi knew you would turn to seek for an argument from him in the end, but he once never expected for you to crumpled right in front of him so suddenly. Thankfully, his reflexes saved you from hitting the ground–an arm around your back. Instantly, the place was in chaos from how panic was quick to spread.

“Shit!” Oikawa cursed, dropping his water bottle and immediately kneeled down beside your figure.

“Someone get a clean towel and cold water!” Iwaizumi barked to anyone who could hear him. “We have to cool her down!”

Watari was the first one to snapped out of his panic-induced haze, and he instantly scrambled to reach for his bag. Kindaichi and Kunimi bolted towards the entrance, searching for Coach Irihata, Coach Mizoguchi, or whoever teacher’s around.

Iwaizumi tried to fix his hold around you as gentle as possible–he wouldn’t want to have you draped over his lap because of respectful purposes, however this time he decided to ignore it. Your head was leaning heavily on his shoulder, forehead resting on his neck.

The temperature you’re radiating felt as if it burned him–it was frightening. Even in your unconscious state, you’re having trouble with breathing, your skin was extremely pale, some strands of your hair stuck onto your skin from how you’re drenched in cold sweat.

“We have to go to the hospital at this rate,” Matsukawa muttered, voice grim. “Her condition is way worse than before.”

“Here’s a few jackets, senpai!” Yahaba dropped onto his knees, in his hands were their team jacket piled up. Oikawa muttered a thank you before taking the jackets, wrapping you up to keep you warm. Watari approached and quietly handed a cool towel he’s searching for, Iwaizumi accepted it and immediately placed it upon your burning forehead–hoping it would cool you down.

After a few moments, Kyotani burst into the gym–heavily panting as if he ran a mile. Still, he managed to jogged towards the little circle formed in the gym. Wordlessly, he slapped a package of cooling patch for fevers down to Hanamaki’s hand. The pink-haired boy wasted no time to rip the package open and pulled one out.

“Oikawa, here’s a cooling patch.” Oikawa removed the cover sticker and reached out to push some strands of your hair away, he then gently put the patch onto your forehead–replacing the warm towel.

It seemed to work because your harsh panting started to subsided a little bit. At the same time, Kunimi and Kindaichi arrived back at the gym with Coach Irihata and Coach Mizoguchi on tow.

“How did this happen?” Coach Irihata asked, kneeling beside Iwaizumi to check on you. “Go to the infirmary, I already made sure the school’s doctor is there.”

“She’s feeling unwell since morning but still refused to go home even with a fever,” Oikawa explained gruffly–knowing he would give you an earful once you get better.

Iwaizumi didn’t say anything, instead he immediately slipped an arm under your knees and lifted you up–jogging towards the infirmary with the rest of the team on tow.

.

.

“What should you say to us, dear manager?” Oikawa questioned and giving you a smile, the smile which hold his annoyance.

You wished you could shrink down to your bed or praying that the ground suddenly opened up to swallowed you from existence. You laughed nervously, scratching your cheek lightly while doing so–which earned series of pointed glares directed towards you.

You sighed in resignation. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop trying to send us to early cardiac arrest, dumbass.” Iwaizumi scolded, hitting your forehead lightly with his fist. It’s been a day since you’re admitted to the infirmary, thankfully the doctor said that you only needed rest–she even wrote you an absence letter for your homeroom teacher.

Currently it was afternoon right after class, and the team decided to visit you in your home. Coach Irihata excused them from practice today so they could check up on you. So, here you were, in your room with the boys piling in.

It was fortunate that your house was a traditional Japanese home–your room was wide enough for them and with only slide of the shoji door on the right, it connected to the porch so they wouldn’t suffocate in a secluded place. You sat on the futon, thick blanket draped on your shoulders while another one covered your waist down.

“It was scary,” Matsukawa commented, frowning as he did so. “You passed out so suddenly.”

“You better pay for my hospital bills if I have a heart attack one day,” Hanamaki added, laying down on his side.

“I banned you from practice tomorrow,” Oikawa grumbled, draping his body over your lap. Caressing his hair, you knew your childhood friend was upset–his decision was rather petty but you understood. Oikawa would pout or whined but it was rare for him to be truly upset.

“Alright, captain.”

“You’re also forbidden watching matches and take notes at home. Just rest.”

“Understood.”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Watari piped up, and then handing you a paper bag filled with snacks. “Us second years bought this on the way, hope you feel better, senpai.”

“Thank you, Watari-kun, Yahaba-kun, Kyotani-kun,” you noticed they filled the bag with your favorites and a few bottles of honey lemon water.

“N-No problem, senpai!” Yahaba replied, face tinged with red and you gave him a smile meanwhile Kyotani, who sat farther away just nodded.

“No fair, senpai, you stole a head start!” Kindaichi hissed at his senior, eyes narrowing.

“We brought fruits,” Kunimi followed, pushing a basket filled assorted fruits–there were apples, pears, lemons, and oranges. “I don’t know what to choose and Kindaichi is unhelpful, so we just grab the most common ones.”

“Oi, Kunimi!”

“Somehow this became a competition.” Hanamaki snickered from the obvious display.

“You don’t have to bring me anything, though,” you smiled sheepishly, but couldn’t help feeling warm with all the things they did to make you feel better. “Still, I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“Aside from that, rest so you could go back to school,” Iwaizumi stated, folding his arms across his chest. “We need you. The preliminaries coming up.”

“Practice would be boringgg without you, that’s what Iwaizumi meant,” Matsukawa added, earning a distasteful glare from the said brunette. “Besides, the only one who can keep Oikawa in line aside from him is you.”

“Aww, I don’t know you’re this sweet, Hajime,” you teased your childhood friend who’s not quite honest with his feelings constantly. “This is why I love you more than Tooru.”

“You take that back, [Nickname]-chan!!” Oikawa snapped his head up and almost hit your chin in the process. Then he proceeded to wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face to your stomach. “I know you love me more! Who loves a brute like Iwa-chan?”

“Why you, Shittykawa!”

“Fine, fine, I love you too, you big baby,” you cooed. “And Hajime, please don’t kill him in my house. You can do it elsewhere.”

“You love me but you’re fine with me being killed by Iwa-chan!?”

You’re all sitting around Iwaizumi’s living room, catching up since it’s one of the few times that the whole team is around and honestly, if it weren’t for how much older everyone looks, it really feels like old times. You’re sandwiched on the couch between Oikawa and Hanamaki and both the social butterflies are talking your ears off, but you don’t mind. It’s nice to see Oikawa happy and if you’re being honest, you missed him. Now that he’s officially a citizen of Argentina, it’s very rare to see the charismatic brunette in person. You take a quick look around and you chuckle when you see Iwaizumi and Kyoutani in the middle of their seventh arm wrestling match with Matsukawa acting as referee, Watari and Kindaichi cheering them on, and Yahaba and Kunimi lazily sitting back and watching. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” 

Startled, you turn to look at Hanamaki. “Where’s this question coming from all of a sudden? But no, I don’t.” Oikawa blinks rapidly at you. “Eh??? You still don’t have a boyfriend? Have you ever dated since high school? You weren’t dating anyone back then either.” You flush as they interrogate you and you shyly confirm that you’ve never dated anyone yet. It never felt like the right time to start dating and you just hadn’t ever found anyone who interested you enough to even try. You miss the exchanging of looks above your head, but suddenly Matsukawa is seated on the floor right in front of you and innocently asks, “So, have you at least kissed or hooked up?”. You screech as you try to kick the tall male, but he just laughs as he catches your ankle before you can make contact. “Mattsun, you don’t just ask a girl a question like that! Especially not in front of other people!” 

Your face bright red, you turn to look at the rest of the room and your face heats up even more when you see all your juniors and Iwaizumi blushing and staring at you. “Well? Well? Well?” You groan as Oikawa and Hanamaki insistently pester you, intent on getting an answer out of you. Might as well put an end to this before it gets drawn out any longer. “No! No. I haven’t done anything. Forget hookups. I haven’t even kissed or held hands with anyone yet. Now can we all please just move on from this topic?” You’re ready to spit out a random sentence to get another conversation rolling when hands grip your shoulders and suddenly something softly presses against your lips. You stiffen at the foreign feeling, but Oikawa’s lips are so smooth and so gentle and your eyelids flutter close as you sink into your first kiss. Your body unconsciously moves to get closer to the delicious source and before you even realize what you’re doing, you’re completely in his lap as the two of you continue locking lips. You finally pull away to gasp for breath, but when your actions finally register in your mind, you bury your head in Oikawa’s neck in embarrassment.

You feel Oikawa’s head get smacked and hear Iwaizumi scolding him for kissing you without your permission before a gentle grip on your chin forces you to look up from your hiding space. “But Iwa-chan, she liked it! You liked it, right?” You lightly smack his chest, but you nod. “Not bad for a first kiss,” you tease. Chocolate brown eyes darken at your words, but suddenly Hanamaki shoves his face in your line of vision and with his trademark smile he says, “We can be all your firsts right now if you want”. Your mind short circuits at the implication behind his words and you sit there in silence with your mouth gaping at him, but you gasp as you feel a mouth kiss and suck along your neck and collarbone. Would it be so bad to have this group of men who’ve you known for so long and stood besides for so long be your many firsts? Maybe it’s the genuine affection you see in Hanamaki’s eyes, maybe it’s the intoxicating feeling of Oikawa marking your neck, or maybe it’s the soothing stroke of Matsukawa’s hand in your hair, but you let out a shaky “okay” and they all smile at you. 

Oikawa wastes no time in removing your shirt and bra and you moan as his fingers playfully tug and twist your nipples. Matsukawa makes a move towards you, but Iwaizumi nudges him away from you. “You’re going last. It’s her first time. You’re going to fucking kill her with your horse dick if you go first.” Matsukawa grumbles something about Iwaizumi just being jealous, but he begrudgingly listens and sits back down, palming himself through his pants. Hanamaki whispers praises into your ear about how beautiful you sound and how gorgeous you look as he removes your pants and underwear. Oikawa and him rearrange yourselves until Hanamaki is lying on the couch, your thighs on either side of his head and Oikawa is seated on the couch in front of you, still lavishing his attention on your sensitive neck and hardening nipples. Your hands clutch tightly to Oikawa’s shoulders as Hanamaki firmly grabs your thighs and pulls you down until his nose brushes against your clit. You moan as his mouth earnestly sucks your outer lips and his tongue dives deep inside of you while his nose continuously grazes your clit. You’ve played with yourself before, but nothing’s felt like this and your eyes roll back as he twists his tongue within you while Oikawa sucks on your nipples. It’s too much and you can feel yourself about to cum, so you try to move away from Hanamaki’s mouth, but he holds you fast and Oikawa roughly kisses you, shoving his tongue deep inside you as Hanamaki sucks on your clit. Your body tenses and you wail as your body convulses, but Oikawa swallows your cries with his mouth and you fall limp in his arms. 

Oikawa gently lays your torso on the couch as Hanamaki slips out from beneath you and you flush when you turn around and see his face slick with your juices. Your hips are still in the air from your previous position and Hanamaki uses that to his advantage as he strips out of his clothes and places one hand on your hip, while the other slowly begins guiding his cock into your glistening cunt. The stretch is uncomfortable, but you’re grateful for how wet you are from your orgasm and with Hanamaki’s patience and Oikawa’s encouragement, he finally bottoms out within you and you both groan as you adjust. He slowly thrusts in and out of you and you wince at first, unused to the feeling of something so big moving in and out of you, but Oikawa holds your hand and gently kisses you until the strange feeling turns into pleasure and you begin moaning as Hanamaki’s thrusts become deeper and stronger. You watch with hazy eyes as Oikawa removes his pants and you drool at the sight of his cock, so pretty and dripping with pre-cum. 

Oikawa feels his cock twitch at the sight of you licking your lips at the sight of his length and he moves until his tip is brushing against your lips and his head rolls back when you start peppering his shaft with kitten licks and kisses. He gently nudges your mouth open and you obediently begin sucking as much as you can fit in your tight mouth and Oikawa assists you by fisting the parts you can’t reach. It feels so overwhelming in the best way to be filled on both ends and you moan as Hanamaki digs his hands even harder into your hips as he thrusts balls deep inside of you. The vibrations from your mouth and the sight of your face lost in pleasure tip Oikawa over the edge first and he can’t help himself from pulling out and painting your innocent face white. Hanamaki reaches a hand down to furiously rub your clit as he feels his own release coming and when you reach your peak a second time and your pussy clenches around him, he pulls out and leaves sticky white strands all over your lower back.

Exhausted, you let your entire body slump flat on the couch, but a firm hand gently lifts your head up and you stare into Oikawa’s gleaming eyes. “Now, now, we aren’t done yet. It wouldn’t be fair to leave the rest of the team high and dry now would it? Doesn’t a good manager take care of everyone?” You hazily blink before turning your head and your mouth goes dry as you see the rest of your old team all stripped down and stroking or palming their erect cocks. You nervously gulp and sensing your hesitation, Iwaizumi steps forward and crouches down until he’s eye to eye with you before softly smiling and assuring you that you don’t need to do anything, but a mix of pride and lust has you determinedly staring at the remaining boys and urging them forward. 

Kyoutani lunges forward and you scream as he fully sheathes himself inside in one swift motion. It hurts, but he’s filling you so well that you don’t know if your cries are from pain or pleasure as he continues his brutal pace. He doesn’t even bother to lift your hips, instead laying his entire body over yours as he ruts into your prone figure sprawled on the couch. You squeal as he harshly bites you in the junction of your neck and shoulder, but the pain of his teeth almost tearing through your skin fuels the burning desire within you and you can already feel another peak coming. You wail as his brutal pace gets even rougher and you almost sob in relief when Yahaba steps in to yell at him to ease up a bit. Kyoutani grunts in annoyance, but he removes his teeth from you and slows his pace a bit and you gratefully look up at Yahaba who now sits in front of you. You eagerly take his cock in your mouth, intoxicated by the feeling of being double stuffed, and the three of you continue until Yahaba is filling your throat with his seed. A depraved pride rises within you as he opens your mouth and calls you such a good girl for swallowing everything he gave you before cheekily ruffling your hair. He moves down to where Kyoutani is still plowing into you and he circles your clit as Kyoutani’s hips begin to stutter and you feel your pussy walls spasm as you orgasm again, Kyoutani following soon after and releasing deep inside of you.

You think you might just pass out. Your body aches and pleasure and exhaustion make your limbs feel like bricks. But you manage to open your eyes when you hear footsteps right beside you. Kindaichi’s face is as red as a tomato and Watari isn’t faring much better. Kunimi trails a little behind the two, but if how red and swollen his cock is is any indication, he’s also not immune to the heady lust filling the room. Watari at least has the decency to look worriedly down at you and ask you if you’re really okay to keep on going and you almost take the easy way out, but your heart warms at the sight of Kindaichi and Kunimi looking at you with so much concern (and let’s be honest, you’d always had a soft spot in your heart for your youngest kouhais) that you smile at them and tell them it’s fine. You try to get up, but you instantly collapse back down, your arms and legs feeling like jelly. 

Matsukawa hums thoughtfully. “She’s not going to last much longer. Think you can try taking all three of them at the same time?” Confused about how that would even work, you look at the curly haired man who just smiles wickedly back at you. Suddenly you feel a finger begin to tenderly circle an area that makes you squeal. “Mattsun, stop it! That’s so dirty!” He just hushes at you as something slippery is poured all over your puckered hole. “We said we’d be all your firsts didn’t we?” Watari cradles your head in his lap and holds your hand as you wince at the discomfort and pain of Mattsun slowly stretching your ass, but thankfully the pain dissipates and it doesn’t necessarily feel good, but you feel comfortably full as he works three fingers in and out of you. Deeming you sufficiently prepped, he ushers for Kindaichi to sit on the couch before picking up your body like it weighs nothing and gingerly holding your lubed hole over Kindaichi’s dick. With Kindaichi’s help, he slowly lowers you down inch by inch until you’re finally all the way down and sitting in Kindaichi’s lap. You pant heavily as your body adjusts to being stretched in an area you’ve never even touched yourself and you’re thankful to be able to just lay back and lean on Kindaichi.

Kunimi hesitantly stands in front of you and you feel him slowly work himself into your aching cunt. You're thankful for his slow pace and self-control as he carefully watches you to make sure you aren’t in pain and it takes some time, but finally the three of you stay still as they let you get used to being stretched so much farther than you ever thought was possible. Kunimi starts slowly moving first and you moan at how you can feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you now that your pussy is even tighter than before and you lose yourself so much in the feelings that you begin to rock your hips which makes Kindaichi groan and start jutting his hips to match your pace. Matsukawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Oikawa stare at you, so turned on by the image of their innocent ex-manager being so lewd as you shake your hips and wantonly moan. Watari finally joins in and he stands with his foot planted on either side of Kindaichi as he pushes his cock into your drooling mouth and the four oldest boys think they could cum from just the sight of you with all your holes stuffed. Kunimi finishes first and he pulls out and releases all over your stomach before kneeling down and sucking your clit. You wail at the stimulation and soon you’re clenching around Kindaichi as you climax yet again, although there’s now pain laced with the pleasure as overstimulation begins to set in. Kindaichi groans at the feeling of your already tight hole further squeezing him and with a grunt he spills his seed inside you and lies back as Watari chases his end. You moan as bitter warm fluid fills your mouth and you try to swallow, but you’re so tired and sticky white liquid seeps out of your mouth, mixing with the drool trickling down both sides of your mouth and pooling in a sloppy mess on your chest. Kindaichi carefully lifts you off of him and you whimper at the feeling of his cum sliding out of you as he gingerly lays you on your back. 

Your eyes close and you think you could fall asleep right there and then, but a gentle hand cradles your cheek and you hear Matsukawa’s low voice in your ear. “Stay awake a little longer, baby girl. Don’t worry. Iwaizumi and I will do all the work for you. You just let us make you feel good, okay? Be a good girl for us.” His words send a jolt of arousal through you. A good girl? Yeah, you could be a good girl for them. You want to be a good girl for them. You forcefully blink the drowsiness from your eyes as Matsukawa and Iwaizumi lift your body between them, Matsukawa’s arms laced underneath your thighs and Iwaizumi’s hands firmly holding your waist. You feel so warm, so safe squeezed between the two of them and you let your arms go limp by your sides as you lay your head back on Iwaizumi’s shoulder. 

Matsukawa begins to push in and at first it’s fine. After being fucked so many times, you’re not worried, but you whimper as his girth stretches you far further than anyone else and it’s only Iwaizumi’s voice in your ear urging you to relax and breathe that stops you from panicking. You close your eyes and escape in Iwaizumi’s calming voice as Matsukawa continues pushing and pushing and you wonder if it’s ever going to end. How big was he? But finally, just when you’re about to beg him to stop, feeling so stuffed you’re sure his tip is pressing into your cervix, you feel him bottom out. The boys hold you there for a bit and Iwaizumi murmurs sweet comforting words in your ear while Matsukawa gently kisses you and only when your body fully relaxes does Iwaizumi carefully enter your loosened ass. They stay true to their words and you just lay there as they both begin to thrust into you. You barely recognize the needy voice filling the room as yours and you let your eyes close as you drown in the shattering pleasure that overtakes you. You sob in pained pleasure as Iwaizumi reaches from behind you to rub your sensitive clit and it takes an embarrassingly short time for you to fall apart in their arms, your body twitching and tightening as you reach another peak. You let out broken cry after cry as the two continue to ravage your body, but soon enough you feel the stuttering of hips and uneven strokes and they hold you tight as they both release inside you. 

at times, it had been tough. dealing with oikawa's jealous fangirls often felt like a full time job. the amount of times you had sprinted into the club room to the shock of the team was ridiculous

one day, you had dived through the door, yelling for then to shut and lock the door as you crashed to the floor

iwaizumi had been by your side in an instant, worried gaze assessing you for injuries. when you let out a wince, rubbing at you arm, he was automatically assessing it for damage

"it's not broken," he assured you, giving your head an affection pat before his gaze turned to oikawa, eyes narrowing. "call your fucking fangirls off, shittykawa"

"i've tried," he whined, giving you an apologetic look. "clearly their love for me is too strong"

"maybe if they actually spoke to you, they'd realise what a crap personality you have," sighed matsukawa, slapping oikawa on the back affectionately and then holding the hand up to receive a high five from hanamaki

slowly, hesitantly, you moved over to the door, pressing your ear to the surface. through the wood, you could the girls, their high-pitched voices grating at your nerves

“i really fucking hate them,” you grumbled, moving away to sit on the floor beside hanamaki, who wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you leaned against his shoulder. “why did i let you convince me to join this club?”

this was directed to iwaizumi, who had the good idea to look sheepish. oikawa, on the other hand, collapsed down on the floor in front of you and spread out his arms. “because you love us, y/n-chan”

“not you,” you scoffed, poking him in the chest. he pouted

“that’s no way to talk to your childhood friend”

“it is when they have a swarm of jealous fangirls after you”

oikawa looked like he was about to reply, but a clip to the ear by iwaizumi was enough to distract him. he turned to his friend with a cry of outrage, beginning to bicker with the ace

while you would usually tell them to shut up, pull them apart, you couldn’t really be bothered. breaking up fights was for when you were on duty. training hadn’t started yet so you figured you could let them bicker

the second years clashed less than the third years but sometimes you were needed to break up the fights, particularly when kyoutani made a return to the team

while he was away, you had been one of the only ones who checked up on him, always telling him that if he needed to talk, if he was struggling with anything, you would be there

therefore, he had a lot of respect for you, placing you on a similar level to iwaizumi (the only member of the team who could get away with telling him what to do or scolding him angrily)

this meant that, when you appeared in front of him, placing a placating hand on his chest, his hackles would lower and he would back away, though the glare would remain on his face

truth be told, kyoutani was a little bit scared of you suddenly exploding on him, especially after the way you had snapped at him when he had first pulled off a risky play in practice

you had seen red when he had pushed kindaichi out of the way to spike the ball, marching over and grabbing him by the top to drag him away. it was the first time they had ever seen him apologise

while kyoutani respected you, the relationship you had with him was very different with the one you had with the other second years. kyoutani would never invite you to lunch. watari and yahaba on the other hand...

your week is not complete without a lunch with them. you aren’t even sure when you managed to form such a strong friendship with them, but it was likely when you agreed to help them in maths (it’s not yahaba’s strong point and he begged watari to join him)

you are the one responsible for stopping yahaba showing off, particularly when the gym floods with fangirls, most of them there to watch oikawa

he will flip his hair and affect an air very similar to oikawa which will frustrate you to no end. you will drag him off court by the ear, telling him to stop, threatening him with extra conditioning

matsukawa and hanamaki will definitely start snickering at the way his face reddens, focused more on this than the fact that they are meant to be improving their serves

you can always trust watari to help you out, no matter how much you insist that you don’t need it. he is the first to volunteer to help you set up the court, to help you carry the equipment for away games

now, the first years. if iwaizumi is the team dad, you are the mum

you dote on kindaichi and kunimi, trying to keep them away from matsukawa’s and hanamaki’s influence. you don’t want them to be corrupted by the pair. iwaizumi will help you but even he sees little point in stopping the inevitable

kindaichi was very awkward around you at the start. his brain couldn’t comprehend that a pretty girl was talking to him, let alone asking if he was okay, if he needed a drink

eventually, kindaichi relaxes. you are the one he turns to when he has a problem, explaining it all to you. if it involves another team member, you will encourage him to tell them, not wanting there to be fractures in the team. after all, aoba johsai thrives because of their great teamwork

kunimi is, as usual, very relaxed around you

most of the time, he barely acknowledges your fussing, simply waving you away and heading back onto the court to resume practice

however, if he wants to slack off (which he does often), it will be you he makes eye contact with. you know you shouldn’t condone this behaviour but, occasionally, you allow it. he promises he will pull through for the game and you believe him, though you do explain that if he slacks off too much it could mean risking his sport in the starting rotation

your quiet understanding is often what motivates him to keep going. he doesn’t want to disappoint you. plus, he has seen you angry and would rather not be the reason for that

oikawa is intimately familiar with your anger. the boy just seems to do everything possible to piss you off. what angers you most is the apparent disregard for his own health, but you don't take this out on him physically

you and iwaizumi team up to handle him, with both of you favouring a more violent approach (sometimes that's the only way to knock some sense into oikawa's brain)

while iwaizumi will throw either oikawa or various items such as volleyballs at him, you tend to favour a good old-fashioned slap to the back of the head

he always knows you're coming, his whole body tensing at the sound of your footsteps drawing closer to him. oikawa is almost more scared of you than iwaizumi, probably because you are more cold fury than fiery anger

that first night iwaizumi had asked you to stay behind after practice with him, your heart almost broke at the sight of oikawa pushing himself

you saw the sweat, watched him stumble, clutch at his damaged knee... but despite the pain, he kept pushing

as you watched, you grasped iwaizumi's hand, who was tense beside you, needing the physical anchor as much as you

"why does he do this to himself?" you questioned, watching as oikawa pushed up from the floor, landing awkwardly on his feet. still, he kept pushing

iwaizumi didn't bother to answer. the answer was obvious, and you both knew what it was. he needed to get better, for the team, for himself, for revenge

"if he keeps going like that, his knee will be permanently damaged and he can say goodbye to a volleyball career," said iwaizumi, jaw tight. hand still in yours, he marched onto the court

he finally released your hand to grab oikawa by the shirt and yank him away. his voice was a low growl as he spoke, "don't fucking complain. we've been here long enough and you're going home before you regret it"

"you're so... urgh, do you want to make me lose my mind with worry, tooru?" you sigh, wrapping an arm around his waist, more to reassure yourself that he was fine than to other support. he slung an arm over your shoulder, leaning on you slightly with iwaizumi at his other side

"didn't think you cared, y/n-chan," he teased, giving you an affectionate squeeze. you caught eyes with iwaizumi, rolling your own at oikawa's words

"of course i care. we both do"

from that night on, you and iwaizumi took turns watching oikawa, stopping him when it became clear that he was doing too much

on the nights when you had to watch him, you would sit in the corner of the gym on a video chat with matsukawa and hanamaki as you tried to do some homework (to be honest, you spent most of your time joking around and chatting, but the thought was there)

oikawa, though he never showed it, was grateful for you and iwaizumi's worry. it put a check on him which he would never admit to wanting, but needed desperately

on weekends, you and the third years will always meet up, be it to do homework or just watch a movie at someone's house

movie nights tend to be quite messy (it's not uncommon to be picking popcorn out of your hair at the end)

one time, you had fallen asleep on iwaizumi's shoulder only to wake up to his head flopped against yours and a snickering oikawa and hanamaki. the pair had taken great joy in drawing a moustache and beard on your faces, while matsukawa took photos (he's usually the one who takes your group photos and sends them to everyone at the end)

managing the team is mainly fun, though it does have its cursed moments

you weren't ashamed to admit that you cried, along with the rest of the third years, when you left

however, the tears did not stop you from giving your kouhais some strongly-worded advice

yahaba was warned to not think with his dick and to try his very best to not intimidate oikawa in his quest for some fangirls

kyoutani was told that you were only a phone call away and would not hesitate to scold him if he let his anger take control over his playing style

honestly, the only thing you wished watari was luck. he'd need it, especially as there was no manager to support them next year

kunimi you told to slack off less, though you wouldn't hold it against him if he did sneak off for a little nap during the school day so long as he was energised for volleyball

with kindaichi, you simply gave him a hug and told him to keep trying his best, to not beat himself up over every mistake he made

it was oikawa who insisted on a big group hug, pulling you and a rather disgruntled iwaizumi into his arms, the rest of the team happily bundling in