TW: Aone x Fem!Reader, face fucking, size kink, oral sex (male receiving), short reader, oral fixation, choking but not really (he just wants to feel his cock in your throat),
Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GENTLE GIANT AONE!!! 💙
Aone had been surprised the first time you asked if he would fuck your face, use your mouth like his own personal fuck toy, but after the first time, it quickly became one of his favorite things. He’d not been with many women before you and they had all looked at his cock as a nuisance. “It’s too big.” “I can’t take all that.” “There’s no way it’ll fit.” They hadn’t even wanted to try. Then you came along, the answer to everything he never knew he needed. Aone had met you, so cute and short, his form imposing over yours, and he expected you to be the same. However, when you’d been intimate the first time, as you removed his boxers and his massive cock sprung free, you’d whined and begged him to let you feel him in your mouth.
You’d always loved his cock, citing something about having an oral fixation, and Aone had never been happier. He hadn’t really understood what an oral fixation was. You’d tried to explain that you simply like having something in your mouth, that it was calming. Always wanting to make sure you were happy, Aone was more than happy to indulge you in this, whether by letting you suck on his fingers when you were curled up against him in his lap, or by allowing you to suck on his cock.
You liked to lay next to him, lazily sucking on the tip and letting your hands play with his cock while you watched a movie. You always told him how much you liked feeling his cock get hard in your mouth. You loved to run your fingers through the soft white curls at the base of his cock and watch as he shivered under your touch. You loved when you would take him as deep in your mouth as you could and feel him twitch against your tongue. But still, he was always hesitant, never wanting to shove his cock in your throat and hurt you. Not until you asked.
Since the first time, he couldn’t live without fucking your face. He loved the way it felt as you laid there on your back, mouth and throat open for him to slide his cock all the way in as he stood before you. He loved the sound of his balls slapping against your face and the whines you made around his cock as he reached a long arm down to rub your clit. He loved the way your throat bulged with each thrust into your mouth and he loved placing his hand on your throat, squeezing just slightly so he could feel it. He loved praising you for being so good and taking his cock so well, reminding you that you were the best he’d ever had. He loved when he came, his cock twitching and spurting ropes of cum down your throat as you swallowed around his cock, nearly overstimulating him as he cried out with deep groans of pleasure. Most of all, he loved the way you looked after, makeup smeared, tears in your eyes, and cum and saliva dripping from your lips that were curled up in the biggest smile. He loved to kiss you like that, tasting himself and rewarding you for taking his cock in that beautiful mouth so well.
Aone didn’t think he’d ever find anyone like you, but now that he had you, he was never letting you slip away from him. And hopefully, the ring box tucked away in his sock drawer kept you by his side forever.
Day 3 SIMPtember: Video Games—Bokuto Koutarou (Haikyuu)
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Pairing: Bokuto x Fem!Reader
Rating: 18+, MDNI, minors can fuck off because this is ADULT CONTENT
Length: 2.0k
TW: described nudity, implied overstimulation, implied oral (female receiving), mentions of cockwarming, primal if you squint (he just chases her and she calls him the big bad jackal)
Summary: You decide to try and tease Bokuto, doing a Tik Tok challenge where you walk in on your boyfriend gaming, totally naked.
Bokuto wouldn’t consider himself a gamer exactly. He was friends with Kenma and had a professional athlete salary, so he had a pretty awesome gaming setup for someone who wasn’t a professional gamer, but he still only played casually. He just liked to play with his friends, hanging out with one another online and talking through headsets about their week as Kenma reminds them to focus on the game. It was a fun way to spend the free time he had without having to leave his home, or you. He would much rather be home with you than anywhere else, even if his attention wasn’t trained on you.
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
DAY 1 SIMPTEMBER: Friends to Lovers—Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyuu)
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Pairing: Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used)
Rating: 18+ (this might be fluff but minors still, fuck off of my blog)
Length: 3.7k
TW: friends to lovers, FLUFFFFFF, Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used), short reader (sorry, I’m 5′ tall and this was fairly 100% self indulgent)
Summary: You and Iwaizumi have been best friends your entire life, both secretly pining for one another. Mattsun has had enough of that.
Note: @anubai Crew, my love, this entire fic (hell my entire selfship with Hajime) is dedicated to you 💙 Consider this fic a love letter to your talent as an author and storyteller. It was your beautiful storytelling that gave me one of my favorite love stories with one of my (now) favorite characters. I included a tiny bit of our original conversation between Haji and Issei, as well as Haji and B. I’ll never be able to thank you enough for this love story we wrote together, it never fails to make me so happy. Thank you 🥺 Also you would’ve killed me for writing this in tumblr drafts like I did lol.
Twenty years. You'd known Iwaizumi Hajime for twenty years. You'd met him when you were 4 at a playground near your home. You had fallen off a swing and a 4 year old Hajime had come to your rescue, jumping off his own swing several away and running to your side. Your ankle had been hurt and he had helped you to stand and then walked you slowly over to your mother. Your mother had thanked Hajime for being such a gentleman and then found his mother, setting up a playdate for the following. That was the day you met your best friend.
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.”
TW: Osamu x fem!reader x Suna, threesome (MFM), established relationship Osamu, 18+ CONTENT minors fuck off, implied DP
Note: I’m behind on Simptember so have this drabble from my drafts <3
Osamu and Suna had always been good friends ever since high school, but you hadn’t known just how good their friendship was until Samu asked if Suna could join the two of you one night. Osamu had been busy at the restaurant lately and he was feeling guilty about how often he came home and went straight to bed. When he texted Suna to see if he’d be down to join the two of you and give you a little treat, Suna was more than thrilled with the idea. After all, he’d been hearing from Samu for years how good you were, and he was excited to see for himself.
That’s how you ended up on your knees, two cocks taking turns using your throat and two large men fucking your face without a care in the world. You were more used to taking Samu’s thick, fat cock, but Suna’s was longer and slid down your throat farther. Both of them had you moaning around them and how good they felt in your mouth. As you took their cocks, Samu whispered words of praise, telling you how good you were for him and how amazing your mouth felt, while Suna whispered the most delicious filth, calling you a dirty little slut for playing with his cock too, for making him feel so good. And when Samu asked if you wanted him to fill your tight cunt while Suna fucked your ass, you swallowed hard and whined around Suna’s cock, making him hiss with the pleasure. You were in it for it tonight.
Summary: The government assigns you a Soulmate based off your DNA. Luckily for you, your DNA paired you with a 6’4”, volleyball powerhouse for a soulmate. Is this man really your perfect match? Guess you’ll have to find out.
Note: This will likely be three parts but possibly more if I go overboard with it! I’m having lots of fun with this one 💙 Part one mostly covers the lore for the AU and how and why the Soulmate Project was started. This was also my entry for @gg9183 Soulmate collab (definitely didn’t intend to turn it into a multi part thing but we’re going with it)! Happy Birthday Gigi! I hope you had an amazing day and like part one of my sci-fi-ish take on my own little soulmate AU idea!!
Part One
The government had started it several generations ago when the population began to decline and couples were not only choosing to forgo children, but were having trouble conceiving at all. After nations across the Earth poured trillions of dollars into research, scientists found that the couples just were not genetically compatible and thus, the population decline continued. As the previous generations began to die off, governments scrambled for a way to increase populations again. Some countries developed monetary incentives for having children. Some partnered up and gave incentives for marrying outside their country, trying to increase genetic diversity. The most advanced countries in the world teamed up and developed The Soulmate Project.
25 countries across the globe participated in the Soulmate Project, a global genetic database that would pair the most genetically compatible adults for marriage. People criticized the program at first, but as populations continued to decline and collapse countries and economies, the Soulmate Project quickly became accepted for its success at stimulating population growth. After 100 years, the population had stabilized and the Soulmate Project had been labeled a success and the countries that participated in it created The Soulmate Collective, a single government entity under which all the countries that founded the Soulmate Project lived. While spread apart geographically, the Collective operated above the governments of the countries individually. The Program was not without flaws, but many of them were addressed quickly.
The way the Soulmate Project worked was simple. At birth, a sample of the child’s DNA was taken and their genome fully sequenced and entered into the GGD (Global Genomic Database). Then, at age 18, they entered the marriage database. Once in the marriage database, they would be matched sometime before the age of 25 to their best genetic match. The algorithm for the marriage database compared SNPs (single nucleotide polymorphisms) to determine the best way to increase genetic diversity, while also selecting out recessive gene disorders that would otherwise have affected future offspring. Not only did the Soulmate Project stimulate population growth, it also got rid of painful or deadly genetic diseases from the population. The algorithm also compared genes associated with temperament and specific personality traits to find your best match. Finally, the most important aspect and the reason the Soulmate Project was created, it determined whether the couple would be able to create genetically favorable offspring.
There were critics of the Soulmate Project and over the years, they were addressed. Same sex couples were given waivers of exemption from the project, sperm and eggs harvested from them if willing and children born via surrogates. The same sex couples could adopt a child from the Surrogate Subsidiary Program, or they could petition for an egg or sperm donor to conceive a child genetically related to them. In this case, the donor's DNA was tested against the two members of a couple to find a genetic soulmate to match them with. Upon entering the marriage database at 18, individuals were screened for mental illnesses that could affect their match (namely rage or aggression that could lead to the potential for domestic violence) and if found to be a danger to a match, they were removed from the match pool. When the Soulmate Project implemented this aspect, domestic violence crimes drastically reduced. Asexual individuals were removed from the Soulmate Project databases as well as long as they identified their sexuality before entering the marriage database at 18. Once matched to a soulmate, there was no backing out and trying to run from a match was punishable with prison time and a hefty fine.
These were all things you grew up knowing, but none of it helped with your nerves on the day of your 18th birthday. As you walked into your local Soulmate Project branch to officially have your status changed from “underage” to “active”. For the next seven years, your DNA would be compared against every other eligible adult in the database to find your perfect soulmate somewhere in the Soulmate Collective. It was nerve-wracking, not knowing who you would be matched with, when you would be matched, where your soulmate would be from, or where the two of you would live after you were matched.
As the employee pricked your finger and analyzed the blood to check your identity, you watched as the status next to your name in the database changed. “ACTIVE”, in big and bold red lettering next to your name and birthday. There was no going back now. You were going to be matched to your soulmate.
However, the likelihood of being matched within your first year of entering the database was relatively low so over time, the idea of your soulmate slipped to the back of your mind as you went about your life. Maintaining balance between university, spending time with friends, and working took up most of your time and you gave very little thought to the algorithms running your DNA against others at that very moment and trying to find your match. In fact, you gave it so little thought that when you received a call from an unknown number at age 23, you just assumed it was a telemarketer and didn’t answer. When you listened to the message they left, your life was changed forever.
“Hello Miss, I’m calling from the Soulmate Project. You have been matched with your Soulmate and will need to come to your local branch as soon as possible to review the match, sign the confirmation paperwork, and begin the process to meet your Soulmate. Congratulations and we look forward to seeing you in our offices soon.”
Immediately, your heart began to race as the phone fell from your hand to the floor. Sweat coated your skin but you felt cold, goose bumps popping up across your arms and back as the reality of the situation set in. As your breathing became shallow and the panic raced through you, a million thoughts raced at light speed through your mind. This was it: you were matched to the man you’d marry and be with for the rest of your life. From today onwards, you lost your freedom, your independence you’d grown so accustomed to over the last 5 years. You might very well have to leave your job or move halfway around the world, not knowing a single thing about the person you’d be moving to be with or the place you’d be moving. The thoughts became overwhelming until finally, you saw black and your body hit the floor.
Waking up several hours later, on the floor of your apartment with a headache and a serious knot forming on one side of your head, you simply sat slowly and contemplated your new reality. You had a soulmate. As the years had passed, nearly five and a half years since you entered the marriage database, you had began to wonder if you even had one. Was there no one whose DNA presented a compatible match? Surely they would have found them before you’d turned 23, but alas, here we were, only a few months shy of 24. You knew there had been rare cases of unmatched individuals and wondered if you yourself would be one. As you placed a hand to your forehead, you thought, “Definitely not one of the UnMatched.” Realizing it was dark out, you switched into your pajamas and crawled into bed, thinking about how somewhere out there was a man whom you were now bound to by law, and would soon be bound by marriage as well. Tomorrow, you would get up, call off work, and go find out who your soulmate was, for better or worse. Though your stomach dropped and you dreaded the idea of going and making this permanent, you knew putting it off would only make it worse.
Far away, lying in his own bed and about to get up for the day was Ushijima Wakatoshi. He woke early, intent on getting a good run in as well as some time in his weight room before heading to practice with the Adlers. As he reached for his phone, an email from the Soulmate Project piqued his interest and he opened it immediately.
“Mr. Ushijima Wakatoshi,
We are writing to inform you that the Soulmate Project, owned and operated by the Soulmate Collective ® , has found your perfect match. Please visit one of our offices immediately to receive the packet explaining the process of accepting your match and sign some standard paperwork. During this visit, you will learn about your match and be presented with the options for contact and first meeting.
Thank you for your time and congratulations on your match.
We wish you the best,
The Soulmate Project”
He smiled at his phone, his 25th birthday merely weeks away, and thought how lucky he was to have finally been matched. As he returned his phone to his bedside table, there was a slight tilt of Ushijima’s lips upwards. To anyone on the outside, they wouldn’t notice, but those closest to him would recognize it as a simple smile he rarely gives. Ushijima was happy and dare say excited to receive this news. As he jogged through the park near his apartment, he thought of how he couldn’t wait to go to the Soulmate Project office during his lunch break so he could find out everything about his Soulmate.
Note: This will have smut later I promise 💙 I hope you enjoyed part one and are as excited as I am about any future parts for this!
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Ushijima that blushes whenever you call him cute. The tips of his ears turn red and his cheeks flush and he turns away shyly with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. He’s so cute and shy about it like he wasn’t absolutely wrecking your insides last night 🥵
