synopsis: You see your ex on a date all while you're on one yourself. You spiral, of course. What will happen if your plan to make him jealous backfires? Will he notice? Or will he ignore you for his own date?
pairing: iwaizumi hajime x !fem reader
tags: MDNI: ex!hajime, jealousy, still in love, second chance romance, teasing, banter, possessiveness, don't be like hajime and go into women's bathroom, backstory, exes to lovers, pet names, slight dom!hajime, slight brat!reader, slight!sub reader, kissing, making out, dirty talk, manhandling, mocking, no p! in v! fondling, fingering, masturbation, praise, blowjob, throat fucking, !big d hajime.
author's note: my first oneshot and haikyuu post! part 2...?
word count: 6.5k
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It’s one thing to catch a glimpse of your ex passing by on tv when there’s a volleyball game, but it’s an entirely different thing to see him at the same restaurant you’re having a first date at.
Even worse when it’s the first date your best friend managed to convince you to go after the breakup. You tried a couple times before this one, you really did. You put on your best outfits, did your hair and makeup, took all the steps. But each and every time, just before you step out the door, you cancel with some bullshit excuse. It just didn’t feel right.
Even though the breakup between you and Iwaizumi was somewhat mutual, you just weren’t ready to get to know another person. You hated the whole small talk and 20 questions and starter conversations of it all like “what’s your favorite color” or “what’s your biggest fear” or “how many siblings do you have?” It’s all so stupid to you.
That’s because you never had to do that with Hajime because you were best friends all through high school and when you reunited after he came back from the states it was like everything clicked for both of you.
But shit happens, people break up and the world keeps spinning. So that’s how you ended up here with a man you matched with on hinge. That and your best friend pressured you (with love) into coming. It went something like this:
“You have to get back out there!” She exclaimed, rummaging through your closet.
“Ugh. I truly don’t. I’m happy like this! In my bed, tucked in with a movie and my new cat who needs his mom.” You snuggle said cat, who you named Nori.
“Your new cat that you adopted because you were heartbroken.” She deadpans.
“No, because I’ve always wanted one. Leave me aloooone!”
She sighs and sits down beside you on the empty spot in your bed.
“I’m serious. I’m not saying you have to marry the guy, but at least take the first step into getting back out there. Test the waters, you never know what you could find.” She says softly as she pets Nori.
You look at her for a moment, her eyes soft with a smile to match. You know she means well, she’s been with you through it all. So you’ll try. For her sake.
“Fine, I’ll do it. Under one condition.” You point at her.
“Yes! Anything.”
“The second I text you “gtg” you call me and say some bullshit and I can escape.”
“Of course!” She jumps up and continues her mission to find you a cute outfit as you text the man, Ren, on hinge.
When he confirms the restaurant you’re going to, a fancy one, you already have an outfit hanging off the doorframe. You nod approvingly at her choice. A skirt with a matching blouse that you bought as a classy set a couple of months ago and never got to wear, paired with kitten heels and a matching purse.
The restaurant Ren picked is lovely. It is a semi-open space with tree branches and beautiful white flowers. There are climbing vines along the walls too, and making it feel like a hidden garden theme. The lighting is warm, cozy without losing that classy feeling to it with overhead fairy lights, flickering candles on every table as the navy sky creates the perfect vibe for the night.
Ren is the perfect gentleman when you arrive and he notices you. He stands, smiles politely and pulls your chair back for you.
Points for him.
You get through the awkward portion of the date as you get to know each other a little better, and after taking a few sips of red wine and ordering the entrees, you’re already feeling comfortable with him.
He’s not your usual type, actually the opposite; blond, with a slight five o’clock shadow and bright eyes. But he’s objectively handsome and you’re enjoying the funny anecdotes about his marketing job.
You’re halfway through the second glass of wine and a couple of bites in when you notice him.
Ren’s story goes from one ear out the other as his voice becomes background noise, and your entire focus switches to your ex Hajime who is a couple of tables behind him. From the outside it may seem like you’re extremely invested in your date’s funny story, but in reality it’s tunnel vision to the man who you loved for years, the one who loved you back fearlessly until love wasn’t enough to save your relationship.
You check him out, hopefully subtly because he looks extremely hot with a classy black quarter zip with the zipper down. He’s paired it with matching black pants. His sleeves are rolled up to reveal his strong, tanned and veiny forearms, his hair as spiky as always.
“Can you imagine?”
Oh. Right. Ren.
His laugh snaps you out of the moment and you shift your gaze back to him with a fake smile.
“No way.” You shake your head to sell the lie. He gestures with his hands as he continues laughing.
“And then?” You bait him into another story so you can study Hajime some more.
Because of your Hajime Hyperfixation moment, you hadn’t noticed that he’s actually accompanied. And it’s a woman. And it seems like a date too. Something ugly starts building up in your stomach, something that has no right to be there, at all.
But you can’t help it, it’s the first time you’ve seen him since the breakup and he seems totally at ease, like he would actually enjoy the “getting to know you” part of the night. Your emotions switch from jealousy to something more raw. Anger.
Now you were never a petty person, or a jealous one either, but various thoughts cross through your head at once. So you, in that half second, devise a plan. You don’t think much about it when you laugh a little louder than you normally would at something Ren says.
Something about his coworker falling asleep at a meeting or something, you don’t know, you were busy checking out your ex.
Ren looks visibly pleased that he made you laugh so hard, puffing his chest a little. But you don’t care much. Your gaze shifts again and now there’s a pair of olive green eyes looking at you, widening slightly when you meet them.
Hajime stares at you with those eyes that darken when they go back to normal. They go to one of your eyes, then the other, and then you see them fall on your lips. You lick them on instinct, his eyes narrowing as they go back up to meet yours.
You don’t know where you were going with the plan, but anything that might have made sense doesn’t anymore because his gaze always made you nervous and the breakup did not change that. You bite your lip nervously and turn your attention back to Ren.
A couple of minutes later, you manage to avoid looking back at Hajime’s table and his date and the food arrives. Suddenly you’re not as excited as you were when you ordered the steak tartare and—
Shit.
You looked.
Iwaizumi is nursing a glass of red wine too, fingers on the stem absentmindedly tapping as he listens to the woman sitting across from him.
You can’t help but wonder what the fuck she’s telling him. Is she asking about his job? Is she asking about the scar on his right eyebrow? And would he answer that he’s an athletic trainer and it was always his dream? Would he tell her he got the scar when he fell out of a tree after climbing to give his best friend courage to follow? Is he answering with the same tone he used with you? Fond, tender, sometimes teasing.
Will he use those capable fingers on her later, after he takes the single bite of dessert like he always does?
Fuck this.
If he’s moving on, you’re going to as well.
You force your focus back to your date, who has been nothing but attentive, polite, and seems actually interested in you. So you eat your steak tartare and tell him stories too. You tell him about your job, your best friend, about Nori, that you like to paint whenever you can. But you don’t tell him about your fear of airplanes, that you’re allergic to bees and always get jittery when there’s one nearby.
You don’t tell him you love the summer but there’s something special about a rainy day when you have nothing to do. The way you fall asleep with the pellets as comforting sounds.
He isn’t privy to those.
Out of the corner of your eyes you see Hajime’s date lean closer, taking a bite out of his entree with her own fork. You clench your jaw because eat your own fucking plate, he doesn’t like that. Hajime’s eyes meet yours immediately as she does, and he doesn’t seem surprised to see you looking. He looks down at his plate, then at you like “did you see that?”
You saw. But you don’t find it as amusing as he did. So you huff slightly and look back to your own plate. That’s when you decide to continue with your plan. You take it a step further, leaning forward to thank Ren for the date by placing your hand on his forearm, which isn’t nearly as attractive as Hajime’s but that’s not why you’re doing it. You smile and wait a few seconds before checking if he saw.
He definitely did.
He gives himself away by clicking his tongue, stabbing a piece of food and looking away.
Serves him right.
Your plan kind of backfires when Ren takes your move as freedom to do whatever he wants so he brings his hand up gently and takes a strand of your hair, playing with it. Which ew, who does that on the first date?
You smile through the cringe and when he drops it, excuse yourself to go to the bathroom because you could never control your facial expressions and you don’t think it would be polite to gag and make the staff think the food is bad.
“Shit.”
You curse under your breath to yourself as you stand up because the bathroom is, of course, past the happy couple’s table. You can do it. You’re badass, you’re hot and fuck them. So you wipe imaginary dust off your skirt, square your shoulders back and begin to walk, letting your hips sway a little deliberately, but not too obvious.
It’s a feat that you don’t look at him, but when you walk by and you get a scent of his cologne, the one that hasn’t changed in three years, your eyes flutter for a moment.
Fuck.
Fucking fuck.
Can he not be hot and smell so heavenly?
You reach the bathroom out of utter willpower, bracing your hands on the marble faucet, trying to even your breathing. In and out. Deep breath in, deep breath out. You do that a couple times and get your phone out of your purse, thumbing quickly until you reach your best friend’s contact. You type quickly.
you: guess who’s here
her: no.
her: please don’t say who I’m thinking of
her: oh no, you’re typing.
you: hajime
her: fuuuuuckkkk
her: deadass?
her: gtg?
her: i can be there in five minutes if I break some laws
her: maybe your hot friend Daichi can cuff me MHMMMMM
you: down, girl
you: im good, just
you: he’s on a date
her: well… so are you babe
you: i know!
You start your ranting paragraph as fast as you can so Ren doesn’t think you’d escaped through the window or something. Your breathing gets hard again as you’re halfway through the message.
Some part of you hears the door push open, but you’re too focused to look up and smile politely. There’s another three faucets, you can keep this one.
“Bored already?”
Your mouth parts, your fingers freeze, your breathing gets even worse. All because you recognize the voice. How could you not? It’s the same one that helped you through endless nights of English tutoring, that helped your little brother figure out how to pitch a ball correctly. The voice that told you years ago that he’s always loved you.
But it’s also the one that decided that maybe your relationship wasn’t working out.
You take a deep breath, look up and there he is. With a smirk on his face like he knew this would happen.
“You’re in the wrong bathroom.”
He shrugs, hands on his pockets which makes his biceps stand out.
“Nah.”
You snort.
“No?”
“No. So, you bored already?”
“Why would I be bored?”
You turn to the mirror, fixing your lipstick when in reality you need a moment to recover. You see him take a step closer through the mirror.
“Because instead of being out there on your date,” he says with a little tone, “you’re here, texting your best friend.”
“So?” You bring the pad of your finger to your lip. “You’re here too and you’re on a date. Are you bored?”
He pauses for a moment, huffing out a laugh before shaking his head.
“You’re avoiding the question, sweetheart.”
“And you’re being a bad date, Iwaizumi.”
He takes another step forward and gently takes the same stand of hair Ren just had between his fingers. His touch feels entirely different though.
“Who says I’m on a date? And don’t call me that.”
You huff, pushing his hand out of your hair with your own and turning to face him. He drops his hand with a smirk.
“Oh, I don’t know. The fact that you’re in a fancy restaurant with a woman who apparently steals food off your plate and laughs at everything you say?”
He tilts his head.
“You jealous?”
“Fuck no.”
“You are.”
“No.”
He takes yet another step forward, the space between you shortening with every step he takes.
“No? You’re so jealous you didn’t even notice who I came with.”
“Why the fuck would I notice?”
“Such a brat.” He laughs, shaking his head.
He brings his hand up slowly, as if telegraphing and making you aware that he’s going to make contact with you. Always giving you a chance, an out, if you want it.
But you stay rooted in place, eyes on him. His hand gets closer, his thumb reaching the corner of your mouth as if to fix your lipgloss. His touch is gentle, just like with the hair.
“I’m going to go back out there-“
“Why—“
“Let me finish, sweetheart.”
His tone is not harsh, not rude, but a little demanding and he knows for a fact you will listen.
“I’m going to go back out there. On your way to your boring date, you will look down at my table and see who I’m eating with. Then you’re going to sit your pretty ass down and keep acting up. See what happens.”
“Acting up?”
He exhales, taking a step back.
“If you’re truly into him, tell me and I’ll leave you alone. But if you’re not, you will continue your cute little act and see what I mean.”
You open your mouth, but nothing comes out. You want to argue, to refute, to tell him you’re actually into Ren and that you don’t know what he means by “little act” but he knows you too well. You close your mouth and he smirks, turning to walk out to his “not date”.
Before he leaves, he turns one last time and says-
“See you later.”
Fuck.
You delete the message and ignore your best friend’s messages asking where you are, if you’re alive, if she needs to come kill Iwaizumi, and leave the bathroom. Your eyes dart to his table immediately and you notice what he meant, who he’s dining with.
It’s his cousin from the Philippines, Isa. You’ve never met, but you’ve said hi once or twice through their facetime calls.
Well, shit.
You walk quickly to your table, smiling at Ren, who smiles back politely.
“I’m sorry, my friend called and needed someone to talk to.”
“No worries, hope everything is alright.”
“Yes, she’s fine, thank you.”
He takes a sip of wine, nodding. You do the same, not knowing what to say.
“I don’t think you’re into me.”
You almost choke on your wine.
“W-what?” You stammer out.
“That’s okay,” he laughs, “I just noticed you’ve been staring at the table behind me quite a lot. You know them?”
You deflate a little, defeated and very embarrassed.
“Yeah… he’s my ex.”
“Oof. Since when?”
“Couple months.”
He nods in what seems to be understanding.
“Bad break up?”
“It was kind of mutual.”
“Is he on a date?”
“I thought so, but it turns out it was his cousin.”
He sucks through his teeth.
“I’m so sorry, Ren. I was actually having a good time until he arrived. It’s just my first date since the breakup and I was not expecting to see him. Like, at all.”
Ren nods.
“Don’t worry. I was actually thinking that you’re pretty hot but we might be better off as friends.”
You laugh.
“That's just a thing people say, no?”
He laughs too.
“Yes, but I truly mean it. Your personality reminds me a little of my sister so that’s a big no in dating for me.”
It’s your turn to cringe.
“Yeah… that’s not great.”
“Yep. So how about we finish our dinner as friends, without worrying about impressing each other and then you can go jump your ex’s bones.”
“No!” You laugh. “I don’t want to do that.”
He stares blankly at you. “As your new friend, I can tell you that you’re full of shit.”
You close your eyes.
“Is it that noticeable?”
“Uh, would you feel better if I said no?”
“Yes.”
“Then no. You’re good.”
“Thanks, Ren. You’re a good new friend.”
Now you’re actually enjoying dinner and your glasses of wine but you feel Iwaizumi’s gaze on you the entire time. You sneak a couple of glances too, and now that you know that the person across from him is actually Isa, you feel insanely better.
You shouldn't.
Ren excuses himself to go to the bathroom and you take the chance to check your phone, texting your best friend everything is good and that you’ll call her later. Your heart skips a beat when a new notification pops down.
Haji, it reads. You never changed the name or deleted his number.
haji💛: he’s not your type
You bite your lip
you: maybe my type has changed
haji💛: you’re pushing it
you: i’m not doing anything.
haji💛: you haven’t told me to leave you alone
you: no, i haven’t.
haji💛: will you?
You look up and he’s already looking at you. You shake your head. His eyes darken. He types something without even looking down at his phone, his eyes fixed on you.
haji💛: knew it.
you: who’s the jealous one now?
haji💛: never said i wasn’t
you: we’re broken up, remember?
haji💛: trust me. i remember
Ren returns to the table with a smile, but it’s a little forced now.
“Tall, dark and handsome is killing me with his mind.”
“Ignore him.”
After a few minutes, you look down at the finished dessert.
“That was so good. Thank you for bringing me here, I didn’t know this place.”
“Oh, no problem. It's one of my favorites.”
“You mind if we ask for the check? I'm kind of worried for Nori.”
“I took care of it.”
You look up.
“You what?”
“I asked you out, so I took care of it.”
“But we’re friends! you didn’t have to, Ren.”
He waves you off.
“We’ll split the next one.”
You sigh but nod.
“Alright. Actually, you have to meet my best friend. You two would get along.”
“Sure. I’m in.”
He stands up, taking the napkin from his lap and setting it neatly on his table. Then he stretches his hand out to you.
“Let’s go, I’ll walk you to your car and you can get back to your newborn son.”
You laugh, accept his hand, and get up easily. He drops your hand and pushes your chair in. You walk to the entrance beside him, but just before you step out, you look behind your shoulder to an already staring Iwaizumi. You mouth-
“See you later.”
Just like he did in the bathroom.
You say goodnight to Ren as he walks you to your car, thanking him again and saying you’ll talk soon, actually looking forward to being his friend.
You drive to your house, half-expecting a text from Iwaizumi, but there’s nothing, so you shrug it off and occupy your mind as soon as you get home.
You shower, do your night routine and cuddle next to Nori on the couch, putting on the tv show you’re halfway in. You text your best friend that you’ll call her tomorrow. She whines and argues, but gives up after you send her a selfie to assure her you’re fine.
Twenty minutes later, a knock on your door snaps you out of the trance the tv show has put you in and you stand with a sleeping Nori in your arms. You open the door.
Hajime is standing there with a frown on his face, it softens a little when he sees Nori, but then it snaps back into place.
“Is he here?”
“Who?”
“The blond fucker. Is he here?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“Good? You come to my door in the middle of the night, ask me that and just reply ‘good’?”
“Yes. What else do you want me to say?”
“God, Hajime! Literally anything else.”
Nori’s ears shift in his sleep, and you curse slightly, walking back to your couch and setting him there gently. You walk back to where Hajime still stands, hands in his pockets and a slight furrow between his brows.
“What do you want me to say?” He says lowly, eyes hard as he looks at you. “That I wanted to walk up to your table and interrupt your date? That I hated every second of it? From the moment I first heard your laugh to the moment I saw you leave with him. I fucking hated it. And I have no right to, I know.”
You’re speechless, but he’s not done.
“I had to come. I had to know if he came over, if you’ve moved on. If you’re happy.”
That triggers you.
“You had to come?”
He flinches at your tone, but doesn’t answer, letting you continue.
“That’s the first date I’ve been on since we broke up! Of course I'm not happy! Are you?”
“No.”
“You were the one who suggested we break up!”
“You agreed!”
“Of course I agreed! Because you didn’t want to be with me! I wasn’t going to be in a relationship with someone who didn’t want me, Hajime!”
You feel your eyes tear up, you fight them. He takes a step forward.
“Of course I wanted you! I still do! But you deserved better than me. Better than late nights, my long hours of work, my travel schedule with the team, all of it.”
“Did I ever tell you I wanted anything different?”
“No. But-“
“Then what the fuck?”
“I thought it was for the best!”
“Did you ever stop and think what I thought? I loved you! All through the late nights, the long hours of doing what you love, the travel schedule and the fact that you came back to me and told me everything. Did I ever complain? I have loved you since high school, Hajime. Why would I ever stop?!”
Your chest heaves up and down as you finish your confession, your breathing is ragged, your eyes let escape the tear you’ve been trying so hard not to let go. But you can’t help it, any of it. Part of you is glad for this liberation. Hajime takes another step forward.
“You love me?”
“You’re such an idiot.”
He takes another step forward, stepping inside your home with a tentative step.
“And you’re a brat.”
He steps in fully, closing the door behind him with a soft thud.
“Say it.”
“No.”
“Please. Say it again.”
His eyes shut as he closes the space between you, setting his forehead against yours. You close your eyes, breathing in his cologne, taking in the familiarity of his touch, it’s comforting but at the same time it heats you up inside.
“I love you, Hajime.”
He exhales shakily.
“God. I love you. Always have, always will.”
He finishes his sentence and proves his point by taking your face between his hands and slamming his lips to yours. You bring your hands to his forearms immediately, kissing back with the same urgency but needing the touch to ground you. To assure you this is real and not a figment of your imagination.
He sighs into the touch, into the kiss the moment you return it. You squeeze his forearms, then move your hands to the back of his neck, he moves his to your waist.
The kiss turns from urgent to borderline desperate. Hajime turns you around and makes your back hit the door, you arch to reach him, his hands slide down, cupping your ass.
You groan in unison, all because you missed all of this so much. The teasing, the tension, the touching and kissing, but still, it’s not enough for either of you.
You tug the small hairs at his nape, knowing his weak spots more than you do yours. He groans and it’s heavenly, a sound you’ve missed too much. He uses his strength to bring your legs smoothly around his hips, like you weigh close to nothing. He uses the moment to catch his breath.
“Fuck. Missed this. Missed you.” He breathes out, his voice is rough, low and aroused.
“Fuck.” You echo, leaning down and kissing him again. He hums and walks, still carrying you, through the living room and into your bedroom. He knows the steps by heart.
He sets you down gently on your feet, close to the bed, and takes a slight step back, just enough that the kiss is interrupted but you’re still close. You can’t help but whine. You’re desperate. It’s been way too long and now that you've had a taste again, you can’t help but want more.
You crane your neck and take a step forward, eager to resume, but Hajime grabs both your cheeks with one hand gently.
“You think you deserve it?”
You open your eyes to find him looking down at you with a smirk. You nod. He mocks it, nodding too, but with a fake pout.
“Aww, you think so? Tell me, sweetheart. Tell me why you think you deserve it.”
Another desperate whine escapes you, you pout and it’s exaggerated by Hajime’s hand still squeezing your cheeks together. He huffs a laugh and releases you.
“Stop teasing, Hajime.”
He tilts his head.
“Teasing? I’m just asking a question. Teasing is what you did back at the restaurant, didn’t you? You wanted to make me jealous, right?”
You shake your head, but your uneven breathing and flushing neck betray you as he takes a step forward, taking his hand and placing it on your jaw, angling your face higher and bringing it closer to his.
“You’re a brat.”
Your eyes flutter shut and you feel your brain turning into mush from the closeness, the teasing, the dominance and how his perfume is making you dizzy with need.
“‘M not, Haji,”
“Aww baby, back to Haji is it?”
He leans back in and teases you by brushing his lips against yours making you burn all over. He lets go of you and takes a step back. Your eyes widen.
“You want a kiss, baby?”
You nod.
“Admit it, then. Admit that the moment you saw me you were more focused on getting my attention than you were on your date.”
You nod because of course you were.
“Use your words.”
“Fuck you. Yes. I admit it.”
He smiles fakely sweet and it’s almost predatory. His eyes turn hard, his steps towards you are tentative, like you’re the prey he’s been stalking all night to catch.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Hajim—”
He cuts you off by smashing his lips into yours, right hand landing gently on your throat while the other grabbing your ass so hard you moan, your back arching into him. It’s heaven, hell and everything in between.
You’ve missed this so much you’ve been wet since that moment back at the restaurant bathroom.
He takes advantage of your moan and slips his tongue easily into you, groaning as you let him in so easily, like you’ve always done. Then he surprises you by pushing you to the bed, not aggressively because he would never be, not unless you ask him.
You sit back on your elbows quickly, not wanting to get your eyes off him ever again. He smirks as he looks down to you.
You check him out, biting your lip at the unmissable bulge straining his black pants. You look back to him and his pupils are blown wide, more proof of his arousal.
“Come on, sweetheart. Take me out.”
You nod eagerly, pushing yourself to sit on your knees at the edge of the bed where you’re now face to face with his button and zipper. Your hands come up to them, eager to see, to taste, to have him close. You look up at him through your eyelashes and notice his breathing has turned harder. Good.
His hand comes up to your face slowly, reaching your cheek with his thumb darting out to trace your bottom lip gently. His touch and the way he’s looking at you, they’re almost reverent. You blush at the attention.
You continue with your task, fingers working quickly with the button and the zipper, tugging down the pants to reveal a pair of tight black briefs that always made your mouth water. The way they sculpt his strong tan legs and his perfectly round ass.
Your hands go to the waistband, but you don’t pull them down yet, instead leaning forward and pressing your lips to the hard dick print. His hand caresses your hair, pushing it back slowly. Your pecks turn to lingering kisses all over. His breath catches and his touches become a little more pressing on your head.
“So good.” He breathes out.
That sets you off and you push his briefs down. His cock is as big and beautiful as always, standing proudly. You sit taller on your knees, hands shifting eagerly to get his shirt off. He gets the message and helps you.
Your nails rake softly through the rigid plane of his abdomen.
“Off, sweetheart. Let me see you.”
You nod, sitting back and taking off your skirt slowly, his eyes follow every movement, not wanting to miss a thing. Your blouse is next, you throw it to the side without a second thought.
“Help me?” You pout slightly.
He huffs, but leans down, reaching back to the clasp of your bra, his olive eyes moving quickly from your eyes to your lips, and down to your breasts as the bra falls off.
Both of you move naturally, your thoughts and bodies attuned to one another. He brings both legs up beside you hovering on top of you as you slide further up the bed so you’re both comfortable. His hands trace your breasts slightly, making you shiver as they continue their path down.
He leans down and finds your right breast, giving it a soft kiss before latching onto it completely. Your back arches and he takes advantage of it and removes your panties in the same movement.
His hand finds you immediately, he separates from your breast with a pop and groans.
“You’re soaked.”
You nod.
“Mhm. Have been since I saw you.”
His fingers are torture as they slow down, but it feels good anyway because they’re his hands. He teases your clit, circling once.
“Oh yeah? You sat there with your pretty outfit on your date all while you were this wet for me?”
You nod, swallowing back a moan as he circles once more.
“Poor guy never stood a chance, huh.”
“No, no.” You shake your head quickly. “Please, Haji.”
“Please what, baby?”
You writhe, hips moving as you search for his touch, but he keeps pulling his hand back as you get closer.
“Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Touch me, please.”
“So polite. Good girl.”
His thumb is mercy as he resumes touching you, he knows you too well- the pace you like, the spots that make you moan, the ones that make you whine- he remembers.
He teases your entrance with one finger as the other one stays on your clit. He does this for a few seconds until he slips it in slowly.
You moan, Hajime groans as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of you.
“Fuck, Haji.”
He leans down and sucks your left breast, tongue darting out to your nipple. The dual stimulation feels too good, your brain turns to mush as your moans turn louder, higher.
“That feel good, baby?”
You nod, eyes closing.
“Eyes on me.”
The demanding tone always does it for you, so you obey, eyes opening to find him looking down at you.
“Beautiful.”
He slips in another finger quickly and it feels even better than one. You feel the first orgasm of the night creeping in and it makes your whining turn desperate, which Hajime of course, notices. He kisses a trail up your neck to find your earlobe, so warm as he says—
“You close? Let go, baby. I got you”
That does it. You close your eyes as the pleasure erupts. You feel it from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, the shaking that makes you feel so good. Hajime groans as he feels you arch your back, his fingers never stopping but slowing down, helping you ride it out.
You open your eyes as you feel Hajime’s fingers leave you, ready to whine at the feeling of being empty. But all that flies out the window when you see him bring his fingers to his mouth, sucking you off of himself.
He moans slightly, smiling as he brings his fingers out.
“So good. Wanna taste?”
He doesn’t wait for an answer, he leans down and kisses you roughly, tongues dancing with each other as he makes you taste yourself in his mouth. You moan in sync. Your hands begin to wander all over his body. They go from the back of his neck to his broad shoulders, down his back and over his abs, reaching down to his happy trail and finally until you find he’s still hard.
He groans as your fingers close around him. Your thumb circles over the tip slowly, teasing, he has to break the kiss to take a deep breath, which comes out uneven and shaky as you repeat the motion.
“Let me suck you, Haji.” You say, to which he looks into your eyes and nods.
You give him a soft kiss and bring your hands up to his chest to switch positions. He follows the movement and lays down, not breaking the kiss.
You’re now straddling him, kissing down the length of his neck, which he even cranes back to give you more access. You continue the path down his chest, his abs, the happy trail you’ve always loved and when you finally reach his cock, it twitches at attention.
You smile, looking up at him. His eyes are closed shut, directed at the ceiling. You give his tip a peck before saying—
“Eyes on me, Hajime.”
He obeys, eyes opening, wide pupils looking down at you, you give him a kiss as thanks before you take him in properly, deeply, rolling your tongue around the tip and further down as you do.
The whines he lets out are music to your ears and you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with each one.
Your eyes flutter as you take him in deeper. It’s been a while and Hajime is so big that it feels like you need to get used to it again.
When you’re ready, you bob your head up and down, using your tongue to give him the dual stimulation you know he loves. His right hand comes up to your hair, picking it up into a makeshift ponytail as he holds you, not forcing you. You lean back, mouth popping as you break contact for a moment.
“Fuck my throat.”
He looks down at you, panting.
“You sure? It’s been a while.”
You roll your eyes.
“I don’t care.”
“Brat.”
He pushes your head down in a swift movement and you choke for a moment as you feel him at the back of your throat. You love it. He pauses, letting you get used to it.
You tap his thigh to signal you’re okay and he starts slow, thrusting his hips, his cock up and down. The sound is filthy–wet sounds echoing in your room.
“Oh fuck. So good, sweetheart. Missed fucking your mouth.”
You moan and roll your eyes at both the dirty words and the speeding up. You let him use you. You like it, being out of your own head and letting the only thoughts in your head be Hajime, Hajime, Hajime. You love placing your trust into the man you love because you know he would never hurt you.
“I’m so close. Just a little more” He groans out before his thrusts become a little more uncontrolled, his moans a little more like whines as he gets close. You feel his thighs tense under your hands and you know he’s about to come.
“Fuck!”
His movement stops, hips up and his hand keeps you there as he comes, so much it fills your mouth. You swallow and he lets go, slowly taking his cock out as you close your eyes and take a gasping breath. You steady your breathing, squeezing his thighs until you open your eyes, looking up at him, smiling softly.
“Thank you, baby.”
He says, taking your hand from his thigh and tugging you softly to him. You let him help you up as you follow. When you reach him, he kisses you softly, smiling into it as you kiss back.
The kiss is sweet, hands gently caressing each other as you both come down from the high. You sigh into it, feeling his strong hands feel you up. It’s a minute before you both reach back for air.
“Give me five minutes and I’m ready to go again.”
You laugh, setting your forehead on his chest.
“We’ve got time, Haji.”
“Yeah, true. Because if I ever see you with another dude again, I might kill someone.”
While I'm not likely to crosspost my fics on tumblr ever (the chapters are... a bit too long to be feasible), I figured I'd pin a post that can be edited to update what I've written, and what I'm working on. I might change priorities as I go, but usually once I get started on something I'll at least try to finish it.
Also basically all of these are NSFW. So like, click at own risk.
Completed
Viticulture - 148k Words, Grace/Bela
Nessun Dorma - 4.5k Words, Grace/Selena
You Shouldn't Stare - 5.5k Words, Grace/Bela, based on art by bluemuffin-draws
Dollhouse - 6k Words, Grace/Bela/Donna
Joyride - 8k Words, Grace/Daniela
Actively Updating
Hematology (Miranda Raised Grace AU) - Grace/Bela, Updating a few times a week.
In Progress
Unnamed Post RE9 Fic - Grace/Donna
Planned/Would Like to Do
Viticulture Side Stories - Grace/Bela
SOMETHING with Grace/Cassandra. Possibly a horrible road trip. That'd be hilarious.
Seeing all these listed out like this I think I might have a problem.
Anyway, thanks all who read and leave comments/reach out! It's been a wild ride.
THRILLED to report that my finals have all been submitted and the semester is officially done! now returning to our regularly scheduled programming of our whitaker whump / medical angst / age gap yaoi / sickfic / old man yearnfest (now with an official chapter count!!)
see you in a few days for chapter nine of take counsel in my soul and thank you all so much for your patience and kindness in the meantime!!! <3
Rating: Explicit
Words: ~30K
Pairing: Lucanis Dellamorte/Emmrich Volkarin
Tags: Wine, Yearning, Humor, Getting together. Excerpt below is safe for tumblr, full fic tagged for sexual content (read on AO3)
Summary: Long ago, Lucanis Dellamorte made his peace with death. Now, he wonders whether he can find a way to make peace with life.
Check out the @unfairlyfallen's amazing art for Chapter 5 here (tumblr-safe) and here (full version)!
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Chapter 1 — Antiva
"You are being ridiculous."
"I am being careful, Teia," Lucanis said, frowning down at the list in his hand. Behind him the Diamond buzzed with its usual activity, the murmur of conversation and the clink of coin from the public level blending with the more deliberate sounds of Crows going about their business in the Sanctum. "You have all the notes on the fledgling training?"
He looked up in time to see her roll her eyes. "Yes. I told you, yes."
"It's important, Teia. It can't wait until I'm back." He felt the low-level apprehension he'd been battling for the past week take another lurch upward. "Maybe I should—"
"If you say 'maybe I should postpone my trip' I am going to have Viago drug you and the two of us will throw you in the back of a carriage."
"Teia."
"I mean it, Lucanis. You're going. We've talked over all of this a hundred times already. We have it covered."
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I wasn't going to suggest postponing. I just want to be certain that—"
"Stop worrying. It's only a month. What can go wrong in a month?"
The question sent a shudder through him. "A lot."
"We'll take care of it," she said, her tone reassuring even through her exasperation. "Caterina is hardly going to let the House fall. Even Illario has started making himself useful on occasion."
He gave Teia a dark glare, which she ignored. "You deserve this, Lucanis. You and your necromancer friend have been talking about making a tour like this since before the fall of the gods."
"I know." He sighed, looking at his list again. There were still several items they hadn't talked about, and his mind insisted on adding more.
Always. More.
Lucanis shushed Spite's grumbling and tucked the list into his breast pocket. "I appreciate the help, Teia. You know I will return the favor if you and Viago ever want to get away."
"You're a dear," she said. "Just be sure to bring us back some of the wine you sample."
He started to reply then saw her gaze shift to focus on something behind him. "What is it?" he asked, his shoulders tensing.
"You are about to be ambushed," she murmured, the hint of a smile playing over her lips.
In a flurry of footsteps, a familiar redhead hurried up and threw her arms around him. "Lucanis!"
"Harding?" He returned the hug, blinking in surprise. "What are you doing here at the Diamond?"
"We just happened to be at the Lighthouse, and then—"
"Where are we taking this?" Taash came around the corner, holding one end of a large trunk.
"Just here is fine for the moment." Emmrich appeared behind Taash, his face pink with exertion. He set down the other end of the trunk and smiled at them. "Lucanis! I'm a trifle early, but I didn't want to be the cause of any delay."
"Welcome to the Diamond, Professor Volkarin," Teia said with a warm smile. "We are so glad you are here to take Lucanis off our hands."
Lucanis shot her a look and then moved over to greet his old friend. "I am glad you made it. Though I did not expect you to bring these two along," he said, nodding at Taash and Harding.
"Like I said, we were at the Lighthouse, and then Emmrich stopped in to pick up some stuff from his old room, and one thing led to another." Harding blew a stray hair out of her face and gave Lucanis a grin. "Ready for your big vacation?"
"I will be," Lucanis said, eyeing Emmrich's luggage. "That is a very large trunk for a four week trip."
But it shrouds and smothers you, encasing you like an inescapable coffin. Like a smooth coffin carved from ivory, measured to your exact height, the width of your ribs, the length of each of your fingers.
You watched them craft that ivory coffin. Meticulous and careful, pieced together to fit around you like a second skin. A shining beacon of wealth in this time of hunger, savage tusks turned into a display worthy of the king in whose name they carved.
Why were you chosen? You do not rememember. You were the victim of a random lot. You were chosen as a despised criminal. You were a willing sacrifice, laying yourself bare for your king.
i don't know where you're going, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?
(i don't know where i'm going but i don't think i'm coming home)
Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" MacTavish
Rating: Teen and Up
Tags: Angst, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Missions Gone Wrong, Multiple POV, Alternating POV, Secret Relationship, Relationship Reveal
Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Hospitalization, Injuries
Summary:
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Push forward. One step. Push forward. Two steps. Push forward. Three. He would be fine. It didn’t matter that Roba’s hook pierced him in roughly the same spot. Didn’t matter that no one came to help, not even as he approached exfil. Didn’t matter that no one even spared him a glance as he fell, slamming his head so hard into the ground his thoughts fizzled out.
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He nervously holds onto Ghost’s wrist tightly. Fuck, fuck, be alive, please. One second. Not now, not yet. Two seconds. I need you. Thump. The thumping begins to repeat into a steady heartbeat, and Soap couldn’t be more relieved.
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or: Ghost is used to being on his own. Through gritted teeth and broken bones, he'll bear the pain alone. Soap is used to keeping things to himself, or just out of plain sight. Even if those things could cost him.
A fic told through flashbacks in the lens of a hopeless man and the present of a hopeful one.
Note : This is something I started and was laying in my drafts in my computer. I wanted to post it in case someone likes it.
Everyone knew from the way you looked at him, the way you felt. You couldn’t hide it from anyone on set except the person you quite grown fond of and had feelings for. All the other cast members pushed you to tell him. Telling you that it would make you feel better but you didn’t want to lose, someone as wonderful as Jeffrey.
“ It’s not going to make it any easier if you keep looking at him like that” a voice inturrupted your thoughts turning your head to meet Steven who stood next to you. He was a close friend of yours and someone you trusted. A lot.
“ I wasn’t” you liked averting your eyes from him. He snorted shaking his head.
You were part of The Walking Dead cast, Katherine Rhodes. One of the Saviors and Negan’s love interest. You were there with Negan since the beginning, knowing his wife.
“ You should talk to him before you leave” Steven said, patting your shoulder as he walked away. You didn’t want to ruin your friendship with Jeffrey, everything became brighter when he walked into your life. He made you laugh and smile like no one has ever done before.
He adores you.
Danai and Lauren walked over bringing over a bottle of water for you as you continued to watch Jeffrey talk to Norman. He laughed at something Norman had said. What a beautiful sound.
“ you got it so bad for him” Lauren nudged you as she watched you. “ I know” sighing, you took a drank of your water. Danai pulled you into a hug.
“Just talk to him, he’s a big teddy bear. He will understand and listen”
You hadn’t noticed that Jeffrey walked over.
“ Hello ladies, what are you chit chatting about?” His smiled pulled into that dimple smile you love.
“ Oh nothing, but Y/N has something to talk to you about” you sent a glare Lauren’s way, but both her and Danai shot you looks to talk to Jeffrey.
Looking down at the ground your face going red as you tried to figure out how tell Jeffrey how you felt.
“ is everything alright, Y/N?” He put his hand on your shoulder causing a shiver to go down your spine. You nodded still keeping your head down. Your stomach was in knots and your palms became sweaty.
“ You look like you’ve seen a ghost” He frowned, putting a finger under your chin lifting your head up to meet his gaze. Your eyes locked with his.
“ It’s nothing” you shook your head turning away from him, ready to leave. You turned your back to him feeling words stuck in your throat.
“ Talk to me” he tried to get you to turn around and look at him. He really does care about you.
“ I can’t…” you mumbled.
“ You’re making me worried”
You closed your eyes taking a deep breathes spilling the words out.
“ I like you a lot. More than a friend. I have feelings for you and it’s really hard to be your friend”
After that, you just ran from the set and everyone who shouted your name.
