blossom 🫐

[or4ngeblcssom]

guys i read a kenma oneshot in a haikyuu oneshot collection on ao3 once and kenma and the reader was like making out passing candy in each others mouths… i read that without logging in and now i can’t find it PLS I WANNA READ IT AGAIN 💔💔 im like stressed out trying to find it

[sorenellebrair]

ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ shinso’s punishment!

cw: smut, fem!reader, dom!shinso, brainwashing, improper use of quirk, non con, overstim, squirting, forced orgasms. lmk if i missed anything<3

a/n: ive had this in my head for a while, i know he would do smth like this.

☾ You’ve been pushing Shinso’s buttons all week.

Snarky comments, rolling your eyes, deliberately disobeying him like you had a death wish. He had enough when you leaned in close, almost kissing him, but instead telling him “go fuck yourself” while he was helping you train.

Usually something like this wouldn’t piss Shinso off this bad, but you were really pushing it, so when you both got home and he gripped your face and told you to behave, you fell right into his trap.

The second the word left his mouth and you rang out a defiant “make me,” his eyes flashed purple.

“Sit down and spread your legs,” your body moved with his will, dropping onto the couch and yanking your shorts down like an obedient little doll. Two of your own fingers immediately stuffing your already soaked cunt, pumping steadily evil while your mind was screaming at you.

He watched for a while, leaning against the wall wifh his arms crossed over his chest while he watched your pretty pussy drool globs of slick.

That lazy dangerous smirk of his adorned his face. “Look at you,” he murmured. “So fucking wet already, been dripping for me all week hm?” he knew you wouldnt able able to respond, but he continued on. “s’that why you’ve been such a brat? Cunt too needy for you to act right?”

His cock is throbbing in his pants, no doubt dribbling pre already, god he wanted to fuck you, cum deep in your pussy until you couldnt take it and then fuck you again, and again, and again, and again—

He notices you breathing starting to sputter and gave it a few seconds before releasing his quirk, brainwashing snapping right off at the crest of your orgasm. The sudden return of control hit you like a train–your fingers still burried inside yourself and your gummy walls were already fluttering.

You came hard, thighs shaking and a broken moan tearing out of you as you stared at him in shock. “F-fuck— shinso!” Your mind was fuzzy, not exactly sure when he activated his quirk.

Shinso tilted his head, he missed you way you said his name like a good girl for him, he smirked. “Again. Keep going.”

Your mouth moved before you could stop it. “You’re such a fucking ass—“

The moment you answered the purple haze took over once more. Your fingers began thrusting again, with loud squelches from your recent state of arousal. This time your fingers moved faster, building your right back up as the pads of your finger bullied themselves against that spongey spot inside you.

You were trapped in your mind, screaming at yourself to try and stop this, to snap out of this but nothing worked, it never did when it came to Shinso.

Just as your stomach tightened and you were seconds away from going over the edge he released you from the brainwashing. You were ripped out of the haze mid climax again, crying out as you came violently around your own fingers fully aware and unable to stop it.

“S-shin—so t’much!” you tried to speak despite the pleasure going through you, your clit was throbbing with pleasure, all slick and swollen. As you came down he didn’t even let you catch your breath.

“Feel good baby?” he asked, voice low and mocking.

You barely managed a shaky “fuck you” before his quirk took hold again.

This time he edged you, each time you were about to cum he forced you to stop, not releasing you, he dragged this, knowing how you’d feel after since you cant break out of his brainwash like this. Though he could feel you resisting his quirk, he knew you couldn’t break free, because you secretly enjoyed when he treated you like the slut you were.

Your body was trembling, breathing erratic but your body still following his will, and when you were at the edge again he smapped you out at the very last second.

You came so hard you nearly blacked out, small sprays of your squirt spraying all over you hand as you arched against the couch, a loud whine for him leaving you lips. Shinso almost lost it, fighting against himself when all he wanted to do was have his heavy cock in your throat until you learn to do what your told.

He groaned palming himself imaginging how tight and wet your throat would be around his cock.

Shinso sighed, coming closer and learning over you, brushing your hair from your sweaty face while you twitched through aftershocks.

“Still feeling bratty?” her murmured, tired eyes lingering on your pouted lips, wanting to kiss you but this was mandatory first. “Or should we keep playing with your little pussy until you learn?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but the purple glow returned before you could even get your words out.

© sorenellebrair

[strawverites]

Wish You Well

(Part 1)

Every moment you wish for Ushijima, and each time the universe grants it.

── .✦

The First Snow

It was a cold day when you first saw him in the flesh, the elusive captain of the volleyball team. Well he wasn’t a captain yet, he was a first year. Just like you.

You had to stay in the school late as you were the one tasked with closing up the club room.

It’s not as if you’ve never seen him before, you’ve seen pictures, lots and lots of them. You can’t help but to as you’re from the art club. You often had to work on numerous posters about the stars of your school.

Still, the pictures don’t do him any justice. Not that you’ll ever admit that to the members of the photography club.

Looking at him now, with his hair a little messy, probably from how Tendou tackled him earlier, and chest heaving just a bit, he looked beautiful.

Mesmerizing even.

His features were sharp, and he looked intimidating, but you noticed the way he handled things gently.

It was by some coincidence that in that particularly chilly evening, the softest of snow started falling from the sky as if a gift from those above.

It didn’t feel real.

This beautiful moment was ruined by your friend, who decided that now, of all times, is the best time to leave.

You wished that you’d see him again.

── .✦

Wishing Fountains

Shiratorizawa has horses, so it’s no surprise that it has a fountain as elaborate as this.

It left you amazed the first time you’ve seen it. You’re not a scholarship student by all means, growing up from affluence yourself. But still, you aren’t that sheltered to recognize what a luxury a fountain that can fit perfectly in most high-end hotel lobbies is in a school. For highschoolers, not even a university.

Although you would argue that the structure in all its loud glory is hardly the most eye-catching thing you’ve ever seen in the campus.

No, the apple of your eye as an art student who could recognize what a real masterpiece is—is the student standing right across from you.

The intimidating, infuriatingly handsome, the Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You closed your eyes and thanked the universe as it granted your wish to see him again.

Not forgetting the reason why you came to the fountain in the first place, you fished out a coin from your pocket and prepared to toss it.

You came here to wish to be able to pass the math exam you’re having later. It’s not as if you didn’t study, it’s just better to have some luck, that’s all.

Before you even let go of the coin, a presence appeared from behind you, surprising you.

“Hello.”

You turned your head to the direction of the voice and there he was, the one and only Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Thankfully, you didn’t lose your coin. Nor did you make a fool of yourself.

Not so thankfully, he’s looking at you right now as if you’d committed a grave offense by looking in the same direction—even breathing the same air as him.

“H-hi?” You replied back, internally cursing yourself for possibly offending him. Did he notice you looking at him? Is he about to humiliate you? Right here?

“What are you doing?”

That wasn’t a bad question, wait what?

“What I was doing?”

“Yes. You were about to waste a perfectly good coin.”

So you weren’t going to die after all. But what does he even mean by that? Does he not know about wishing fountains?

“I was about to make a wish,” you replied curtly.

There was a pause, silent but it might as well have been loud with how much your brain was screaming at you.

Ushijima, who’d been previously silent, finally spoke after thinking long and hard. “Why is a coin needed to make a wish?”

His reply dumbfounded you. How can a person not know about wishing fountains? Is this some sort of secretly philosophical quote that you are not understanding?

Did the universe finally get tired of you pinning all your math tests and quizzes onto its existence and decided to send you your very own stop signal?

Still, you tried to gather whatever is left of your courage and get yourself out of this awkward conversation as fast as humanly possible.

“I was wishing on a fountain, Ushijima-san.”

“Why would you need to wish on a fountain?”

Ushijima looked confused, borderline frustrated now. As if he was currently trying to solve the world's greatest mystery, brows furrowed and mouth pressed together in a tight line.

First of all, why is he the one who looks like that when you’re the one who was just asked possibly the dumbest question on the planet?

Before you can even think of a response, the bell rang.

“Thank you for your time, I shall inquire about it more next time.”

Just like that, he left.

You sighed as you chucked your coin back into the fountain, wishing that hopefully ‘next time’ wouldn’t be as awkward.

You were already on the way back to your math class when you realized you forgot to wish for your exam.

── .✦

Dandelions

You always loved gardens, and you adored them especially on days such as this one. It’s now the start of your second year. Your first year ended rather uneventfully, with the last memorable interaction being the one with Ushijima.

You never saw him again after that.

You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d somehow driven him away.

You drowned out your thoughts by looking around the array of flowers in full bloom. There were so many of them but one in particular caught your eye.

A rare type of flower you didn’t expect to see here of all places.

Before you knew it, your body started taking you to the direction of the flowers, sprinting away in excitement, uncaring of who you might run into.

You were just about to reach your favorite kind of flower when you felt something bump into you, knocking you down from where you stood.

Running without care of your surroundings isn’t something you do often, but you do acknowledge the fault in it, so you profusely apologized.

It surprised you to see that it was Ushijima who was staring at you.

“I apologize. It was not my intention to hurt you.”

His apology was almost robotic if not for the way he gently helped you up.

“Do you need me to get you to the clinic?” He added.

“No I don’t, but thank you Ushijima-san.”

You could tell he wanted to tell you something based on the way he gazed upon you. It was reminiscent of that one time on the fountain.

You used up some of your courage and asked. “What is it? Do you need anything?”

“Yes,” you were genuinely surprised at how straightforward the man is.

“My previous question.”

Oh, the universe chose not to grant your wish after all.

You could just pretend you forgot what it was about, it’s been months since that interaction and a normal person would probably let it go.

However, something told you that this person in particular, would not.

“What about it Ushijima-san?”

“Could you tell me more about wishing on fountains and what benefits they could bring?”

…

Was this even a real question?

Are you even real?

He didn’t get hit in the head didn’t he?

Still, you suppose you can tolerate it. He seems sincere enough. So you string words together to hopefully make the most understandable explanation there is.

“There’s no particular reason for it, some people just think that wishing on them helps them become more real.”

“Then is a coin required to make a wish?

“If you’re wishing on a fountain, yes.”

“What did you wish for then?”

You paused before briefly remembering that you wished to not have this awkward conversation again. You decide to lie about it.

“My math exam.”

“What did you score then?”

“Seventy-six,” your answer was accompanied by a sigh.

“You passed by one point.”

“Yes I did, Ushijima-san.” By this point, your smile was as stiff as it could possibly be.

“It looks like your chosen method for wishing is not very effective then.” You wondered if he was this dense all the time. Did he not see that he was testing the limits of your patience? Why rub your math scores to your face?

Of course it wasn’t effective, definitely not if he’s talking to you about it right now.

He blinked.

You just stared.

A dandelion then flew by the both of you, and to your surprise, he caught it, holding it up to you.

Is he thinking of cursing you right now?

The air was filled with silence and then he spoke.

“I have done research.”

What could he possibly have researched about that he needed to inform you right now?

“There are other methods of wishing,” the man stiffly stuck out his hand holding the dandelion some more. “I heard this method is quite effective too. Please try it.”

It was a gesture that you found oddly sweet. You were still offended by his choice of words regarding your math, but you still took the dandelion regardless.

He replied to your actions by twisting his mouth into some sort of grimace.

Was that supposed to be a smile?

“Please inform me of your results next time, goodbye.”

Just like that, you were left alone again.

You decided to pass time blowing the dandelions away instead, this time with the thought of wanting to be able to thank the strange boy for the wish he had given you.

── .✦

Double Rainbows

It’s been a week since you’ve last seen Ushijima. Not that it matters. But you still couldn’t get the need to thank him off your mind.

Yes it’s a stupid thought. You didn’t even get to use the wish that well.

But he was sweet. Just a bit enough for you to not mind his weirdness.

Currently, there’s nothing you would’ve loved more than to immediately go home, however you’ve been given more responsibility in your respective club. So here you are now, heading back to your club room.

When you turned to the familiar hallway, one you’ve been in many times now, you saw a tall figure waiting by the door.

The figure, which you just registered is Ushijima Wakatoshi, approached you.

“Hello.” Is this his favorite conversation starter?

“Hi.”

“You did not meet me again about the results.”

You were supposed to meet him?

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were serious Ushi-”

Before you could finish your sentence, a man with bright red-hair, one that is rather infamous across campus, starts sprinting towards the two of you.

“Hey! Ushiwaka, whatcha doing?” You could see that he was eyeing you. Eek! Maybe the universe really wants you to stop relying everything on wishes.

You inwardly sigh as you decide that you should do whatever you can as to not catch the wrath of the two people ahead of you.

“I was inquiring about a wish,” he said with a nonchalance you wish you were blessed with.

“Are you Ushijima’s friend?”

You didn’t even get to answer the question before he spoke again, “I think I’ve seen you before.” And again. “Why don’t you stop by the gym more often,” he stops to look at your name tag before continuing with your name.

“Is that why you decided to go to the arts club today Ushi- wait.” He paused as if he realized something just now.

“…What wish?” Tendou asked enthusiastically.

Ushijima quickly responded, “The wish I gave her.”

“WHAT? You gave her a wish Ushiwaka?” Judging from his tone alone, you can tell that he’s extremely amused by the situation you found yourself in.

But more importantly, why were they having a conversation about you when you’re right there? Are all volleyball players like this?

“Yes. I was asking her if it worked,” Ushijima said with significantly less energy.

“Did it work, L/n-san?” Ushijima added.

You thought about it, and then the realization hit you. The man called you by your name—your last name. How did this beautiful man even know you exist.

Sure you aren’t unpopular but- you catch a glimpse of him again as you got lost inside your own thoughts. You still haven’t given him an answer.

“Yeah, sorta.” Not exactly a lie this time.

Ushijima looked at you expectantly; did he want you to elaborate?

Now is the perfect time to thank him, you think. But infront of Tendou? Would you really do that with someone watching. Why are you even feeling shy. It’s just to say thank you.

As if the red-headed volleyball player knew what you were thinking, he decided to say goodbye, not forgetting to wink at you teasingly before finally leaving the two of you.

The silence stretched on for a bit.

‘It’s just a thank you, no need to be so nervous,’ is what you repeatedly told yourself.

“Thank you, I-“

“I do not believe in wishes.”

Huh?

“But you seem to have a fascination with them. Like I do with volleyball.”

Wait a minute, did he think that wishing is your passion?

You were just wishing for your future—also known as your math results. Who knew you’d be misunderstood like this?

He definitely didn’t sense your currently dumbfounded status, because he continued after that.

“You were very focused when you were wishing on the fountain, furthermore you were fine with wasting money just to make a wish.” He stated with the stiffest, straightest expression ever expressed.

You can’t even afford anything in this school with that amount of money, why is he fixating on it so much?

Like listing off related literatures, he continued to state the reasons why he came to such a conclusion. “And when I gave you the wishing instrument,” he paused to look you in your eyes, signifying how utterly genuine he is. “You seemed very flustered,” he said delivering the final blow.

You finally understand it now, Ushijima Wakatoshi—he’s as dumb as rocks. Who else in this planet would ever call dandelions, those cute flowers, ‘wishing instruments’?

“So if you’re going to thank me, there is no need for them. I am simply helping you discover better methods.”

“I hope to see you again, L/n-san.”

And you’re alone again. You don’t understand how the man manages to shock you everytime. Whether that is a good or bad thing, you don’t understand.

As you made your way back to the club, you passed by the window and saw the vast blue-fading-into-orange sky. Your eyes caught the color, a rare double rainbow. The sight was enough to make you smile.

When you were finally inside of the club room, lips still softly curved, you thought that as much as he leaves you slightly infuriated and amazed at the same time, it would be nice to see him again.

You would want that.

── .✦

Streetlights

It’s early, the sun isn’t even up yet. But here you are, walking with Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Today you woke up earlier than usual and just couldn’t sleep, so you decided to take a walk. That’s when you saw him, on his usual morning runs. You mutually decided to just walk together.

You and Ushijima are now close enough to be regarded as friends. After spending so much time with Ushijima, you’ve become accustomed to, and even a little fond of his blunt manner of speaking.

You are now also made aware of the additional context of knowing that Ushijima doesn’t think much outside of volleyball.

He has this cute habit of looking whenever he’s curious, something that scared you on the earlier days of your friendship. Because to put it bluntly, Ushijima doesn’t have a very approachable face.

It’s an intense gaze that not many understood, a gaze which you noticed is currently directed at you.

“Do you need anything Ushijima-kun?”

“I have consulted Tendou about your wishing rituals.”

“You did?” You asked the man back. Part of you was a bit embarrassed about someone else knowing about your nervous habit of wishing on things. But it didn’t seem so bad.

“I have tried the dandelions.”

You found it endearing how regardless of his non-belief, he tried wishing anyway, so you smiled at him.

“Despite its results with you, it does not prove to be effective.”

“Did you try other methods then?” You probed.

“Yes. I still did not receive my wish,” you weren’t sure what to make of his expression now but you think it’s somewhat pouty.

“You’re supposed to put in work Ushijima-kun, you can’t just wish and not do anything to make it come true,” you were rambling now. Strangely enough, you felt like a mother coaxing a child. “And you have to give it time.”

Ushijima looked confused now, “How is it supposed to work then?”

“I gave it time.” He added, trying to make his argument sound concrete.

“How long?”

“A day,” he looked upset at his answer. It seems as if he finally understood how little a day is when it comes to waiting for a wish.

You chuckled.

“I do not understand wishes.”

“Try something more simple next time,” you encouraged.

He gave you a reply almost immediately “No. Wishing is futile and gives false hope.”

“What did you even wish for Ushijima-kun?”

“I wanted you to address me by my given name.”

He can be quite the charmer.

“Call me by my name too then, Wakatoshi-kun.”

His lips formed a graceful curve that fit perfectly against his features. Suddenly you felt everything stop, your senses replaced by a fuzzy fidgety feeling within you.

When the campus street lights finally turned on and brightness enveloped the two of you, you coincidentally wished to see more of that smile.

── .✦

Eyelashes

You’re now in your third and final year of high school, with Ushijima naturally taking the role of volleyball team captain, and you as the secretary of your art club.

There’s currently an unfamiliar, dejected expression on a very bothered Ushijima Waktoshi seated next to you.

What was he thinking about?

“I do not want to wish again,” the volleyball captain said.

He frowned. “I wanted to win the nationals with my team this year,” he looked at you. "I was confident that we could do it, but I tried anyway because you always do it when you desire something."

“I wished on the fountain like you did.”

“I even put in work for it. So I believed you, that it would work,” he stated, very obviously upset.

Oh.

Without even thinking about it, you wrapped your arms around him, patting his back as you’re engulfed by his scent.

“I’m very sorry Toshi-kun,” those were the only words you could muster. You wonder what it must’ve felt for him, to lose like that. To people he’s never heard of no less.

You didn’t know your stupid habits affected him this much. He believed you. You can’t fail him now that his wish did, can you?

“Just like last time then. Ask me for a wish, I’ll grant it. I mean it’s not like I could give you something as grand as winning the nationals but-” it was a pathetic attempt at consoling him but you had to try at least.

“Thank you,” you could tell that he still wanted to say something but hes hesitating to say it.

You ask him, “Is there anything you want Wakatoshi-kun?”

No answer, he still seems very hesitant.

“If you want me to do anything, I’ll do it! It’s a promise,” you wonder if you sound convincing enough.

“Then,” there you go, he’s speaking now. “Could we stay like this for a while?”

…

“I quite like this position.”

You closed your eyes. This man might as well be the death of you.

When you opened them, still hugging Ushijima, you saw a singular, tiny eyelash. You winced. You didn’t blink that hard did you?

You picked it up anyway, blew on it, and for the very first time, wished for Ushijima with the full intention of doing so.

You wish to be like this with him more.

── .✦

Idk if I’m ever gonna layout the other half bcs this made me lazy as hell but the full fic is under @strawveryberrygood on both ao3 and tiktok.

Thanks for reading!

[adoringmha]

this is soo self-indulgent and came to mind after reading beauty marks by @dotlusional shoutout <3 | mdni slightly nsfw

at first you thought katsuki just loved to kiss any random part of you, whatever was easily accessible at the moment––and while that is true, you started to notice a pattern.

your left shoulder when he's standing behind you or passing by and you're wearing a tank top.

the side of your jaw, close to your mouth when he's feeling clingy and is kissing all over your face, his big hands holding you gently, the jaw is always first and last.

when you're lounging on the couch, legs bent and he comes to lay in between them, he kisses your inner left thigh as a ritual before getting comfy. and when he's getting ready to devour you, kissing up your legs, your inner thigh, right before the crease is the last stop.

you realized looking in the mirror one day after a shower, first your shoulder, then your jaw, then your thigh––all those spots had beauty marks. he stepped into the bathroom, immediately pressing his lips to your shoulder and you couldn't help the knowing smile blooming on your face as you watched him.

he raised a brow, his voice soft, a curious smile growing on his face as well. "what?"

you shook your head, oh katsuki, such a quiet romantic. "nothing," you turned back to kiss him and he immediately bent to meet your lips with his own, hands finding your waist. "just love you."

©adoringmha 2026

[beybuniki]

kiki and bouba

[oikyawa]

biceps

SYNOPSIS your teeth + iwaizumi's biceps ft. hajime iwaizumi

haikyu!! mlist

hajime’s biceps are a godsend.

they look like they’ve been handcrafted by god himself, they’re that good.

they’re literally perfection.

pure rock-hard muscle, but not extremely bulky. just really defined muscle, extremely perfect biceps.

when he’s wearing one of those very tight compression shirts (you made him wear them), his biceps bulge out and nearly rip the shirt from how thick the muscle of his upper arm is, the shirt might’ve been a size too small.

it is such a sight to look at. like holy moly.

it’s extremely reasonable that you’re gawking at him 90% of the time, i mean look at the guy.

but he doesn’t really get it.

they’re just biceps, everyone has them. lots of people have defined arms. so why are his so special to you?

but you’ve explained to him, numerous times. that they aren’t just ‘biceps’.

they’re so much more than that.

they are the reason you get up everyday, even if you don’t feel like it. cause then you’ll be able to see his biceps. which gives you more life than air ever could.

iwaizumi’s biceps are your reason to live. they’re amazing, excellent, godlike, wonderful, and everything else.

it’s nearly unable to put into words why his biceps are special.

after your vast explanation, he still doesn’t really understand. but gives you a quick nod and moves on to whatever he was doing previously.

anyways.

you also have this growing urge to bite his biceps, for no reason other than wanting to just try it.

but there never seems to be a good moment to do it, or first and foremost ask him for permission.

until today.

today’s nothing special, just like any other day in thw aoba johsai gym.

everyone’s practicing their skills, the newbies their serves and recieves, kyōtani is practicing his spikes, and with every hit they seem to go even harder than the one before.

oikawa and iwaizumi are bickering as per usual, all while practicing their moves like everyone else.

and you’re standing on the sidelines, holding water bottles and towels if anyone needs them.

iwaizumi had asked you once if you’d like to stay while everyone practiced, and you agreed happily. and now it’s become almost an everyday occurrence.

but you’re only in it to watch him practice, obviously.

watching him tug his sleeves up to his shoulders so his arms are bare, allowing a full view of his unfairly defined arms.

the way his muscles flex everytime he spikes a ball with enough force to break someone’s nose, and the sweat drippling down his skin. making his skin shine under the fluorescent lighting.

it’s all too good of a sight, better than any movie or reel on your phone.

it’s also completely obvious you’re staring. he can see it, and so can everyone else. but they don’t dare to say anything about it, just let you do your thing.

and you’re shameless about it, staring without a singular care in the entire universe, and beyond it.

but with every passing second, his biceps look more biteable. and your urge to bite them gets harder to withhold. you’re aching to get even a lick at them.

and your staring problem is also getting a lot worse, you’re barely even blinking anymore. processing nothing but the mental image of his biceps, since he isn’t in your view anymore— wait. how did that happen?

‘y/n, you okay?’

a slightly gruff voice snaps you out of your hajime iwaizumi’s biceps shaped trance.

‘-huh? oh yeah! i’m good!’ you blurt out, lightly startled by the sudden voice, belonging to no other than your boyfriend.

you hand him a water bottle, figuring that’s what he came to you for. and he accepts it with a smile, your hands brushing when he takes it from you.

you take a look at him again, like your eyes weren’t on him the whole time not even seconds ago. and wow, he looks good.

his chest heaves with every quick breath he takes, trying to slow his breathing down from the intense movement earlier.

he’s sporting the usual practice outfit, turquoise t-shirt, of which the sleeves are rolled up, along with a pair of white shorts with a turquoise streak on the side of them.

his hair’s abit more messy than usual. credits to you for ruffling a hand through his hair earlier in the day.

and he’s sweaty. which really finishes off the look.

skin glistening in the light, droplets of sweat dripping down and trailing on his skin, and his shirt lightly sticking to him from all the sweat.

yes it may be nasty, but god. does he look so good.

he’s sipping from his water bottle, head tilted backwards. eyes glancing towards the court and whatever his teammates are doing.

you can’t resist the incriminating urge to bite him anymore. you have to do it, it’s a necessity to life right now.

‘hajime.’ he finishes drinking his water, wiping the excess water away from his mouth with the back of his hand, ‘yeah?’ his gaze flicks over to you, cocking a brow your way.

‘this is gonna sound so weird.’ you think outloud, suddenly all your previous bravado all washing away when you’re finally faced with what you’ve been wanting to do for ages.

you pause for another thirty seconds, still heavily debating to actually ask him.

‘just spit it out, can’t be that bad.’ he says with a laugh, wondering what absurdity you’re gonna spill out this time.

safe to say he’s gotten used to a bunch of bullshit, having been friends with oikawa since long ago, and having you as his girlfriend.

‘can i—’ you hesitate for another moment, until deciding to just spill it out. the worst he can do is laugh at your face and say no, which he wouldn’t ever do, by the way.

he slowly blinks twice, awaiting your words.

‘can i bite your biceps?’ you finally blurt it out after what felt like hours of tense silence.

his expression changes three times in the span of two seconds, first confusion, then something resembling judgement, and then confusion again.

‘—you want to, what?’

you want to bite his biceps? that’s certainly a first.

‘i want to bite your biceps-‘ you’re thinking maybe he didn’t hear you clearly, repeating your sentence in case of that.

‘no no, i heard you the first time. but, why?’ he’s looking at you like you suddenly turned blue, sheer confusion etched on his features.

‘do i seriously have to explain myself? it’s already embarrassing to ask as is.’ you say with a pout, heat creeping up your cheeks in embarrassment.

‘no. fine— i mean, whatever. just do it.’ he says with a scoff, your embarrassment seeping into him.

‘you mean, right now. right here?’ you didn’t expect him to agree, especially considering your surroundings right now, mostly the people that you’re around.

‘yeah, isn’t that what you want?’ he says bluntly, ‘or do you want a picture of it too?’

‘oh my god, haji. that’s an even better idea!’ you exclaim, and he slaps his face and sighs really loudly, he shouldn’t have said that.

but you look so happy, so he’ll go along with it.

you call over oikawa to let him take the picture, since he’s probably the only one who’d agree to it anyways.

‘now now iwa-chan. didn’t know you were such a sap for your girl—‘ cue iwaizumi harshly slapping oikawa on the back of his head, ‘shut up, shittykawa. just take the damn picture.’ he barks, shoving your phone in oikawa’s hands.

he flexes his arm, bicep completely popping in view. and you nearly drool at the sight.

you stand behind his arm, and chomp down on his arm. making him slightly hiss from how hard you accidentally bit.

oikawa took the picture, multiple actually. both from a close by view and a farther distance, clearly showing iwaizumi’s scowl, although it sort of looks like a smile if you squint hard enough, and your idiotically happy expression.

you remove your mouth from his delicious bicep, and take back your phone.

oikawa’s about to comment something, something dumb and probably sappy. so iwaizumi sends him his nasiest glare, making the setter walk away like a deflated balloon.

you’re giggling as you scroll through the pictures, ‘you happy now?’ iwaizumi asks, ‘yes, very! thank you babe.’ you smile brightly at him and give him a peck on his lips.

‘good, i’ll be going back to practice then.’ now he’s the one giving you a kiss, a proper one at that.

you wave him off and turn your attention back to your phone, selecting the perfect picture to post on your socials.

captioned, y/n: my favorite snack ;) [tagged: hajime.iwaizumi]

god it is such a blessing to have a ripped boyfriend, and one who lets you bite his biceps.

a/n: hi yes i love hajime iwaizumi (and his biceps), ok i needed to write this since this one iwa edit has taken over my life, most unoriginal title ever but yay

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