Ok so this is just 2000 words of Iwaoi smut with transboy Oikawa cause I find it important and cause I’ve wanted to for a long time! Hope you don’t mind~
(Oh and almost forgot the link to ao3)
“Iwa-chan, I’ll shower real quick so wait for me kay?”
Oikawa didn’t turn around while heading to the shower room but Iwaizumi could practically hear the mischievous smile on Oikawa’s face, which was all good and well, or at least nothing out of the ordinary. Still, Iwaizumi’s frown deepened slightly at hearing those words; There hadn’t been a single day ever where they didn’t go home at the same time so for Oikawa to even feel the need to mention it meant something was up.
There was no doubt, it was that again.
“See you tomorrow Iwaizumi-senpai!” His thoughts were interrupted and he turned to face the person calling out to him. “Yeah good work today,” Iwaizumi waved at the first years as they left the changing room and shut the door behind themselves. The sound echoed in the now empty and bleak room and Iwaizumi was left in a heavy silence on the bench where he sat, hair still damp from his shower. The peaceful moment didn’t last for long, however, as Oikawa came back into the changing room in his boxers and a T-shirt.
Their eyes locked and even though Oikawa was at the other side of the room Iwaizumi could clearly see his fully blown pupils. If he wanted to avoid this he knew he’d have to act fast so he took his bag, stood up from the bench and started walking the short distance towards the door. “Hurry up and put on some pants so we can get going already,” Iwaizumi was just reaching for the handle when two strong hands grabbed his shoulders and spun him around, making him completely lose his balance and fall heavily against the iron door with a loud thud.
Before he had time to voice his discomfort Oikawa*s mouth was on his own, an eager tongue probing it open, and if it wasn’t for the sound of his bag falling to the ground he probably would have lost himself in the kiss (the guy knew how to work his mouth, big deal). He came back to his senses and pushed Oikawa away, he tried to look angry but knew from how hot he felt that his grumpy expression wouldn’t really be enough to make it convincing. “Will you calm down a minute,” the words came out somewhat strained as Oikawa had opted to kissing his neck; sucking right where he was the most sensitive, hands and fingers roaming over Iwaizumi’s abdomen under his shirt. “Can’t you at least wait until we’re at home, people could still come here you know,” in opposite to Oikawa, Iwaizumi wasn’t thrilled about the idea of being walked in on doing anything more intimate than talking. Oikawa actually slowed down and lifted his head from Iwaizumi’s nape, he looked into the shorter males’ eyes for a moment before a smirk spread across his face and he whispered “ I’ve patiently held back since morning practice, I’m not gonna wait a moment longer.”
With Iwaizumi’s back still against the cold door Oikawas’ hands moved down his sides to his hips, grabbing at his butt through the layer of fabric, and not before long Oikawa’s eyes were no longer looking at Iwaizumi’s face but directly at his crotch as he got down on his knees in front of him. His slender fingers unbuckled and unzipped Iwaizumi’s pants without hesitation and when he pulled them down slightly he triumphantly snickered “Well it sure looks like someone here is glad to see me, don’t you think, Iwa-chan?” The teasing expression on his face did it for Iwaizumi, he wasn’t gonna let it end like this; ever since Oikawa started his hormone therapy around a month ago his sex drive had been fluctuating and sometimes, like today, it was almost overwhelming. Even so he just couldn’t stand the thought of letting Oikawa have his way with him so he promptly grabbed his hair and pulled his head further away from his underwear and hardening member. “Stand up and go sit on the bench, you moron” His voice came out more commanding than he thought it would and even though there was a shade of confusion in Oikawas’ dark eyes he actually did as he said and started walking towards the benches. Iwaizumi made sure to lock the door before he too went back to where his boyfriend was sitting, one hand keeping his unzipped pants from gliding down to his ankles, with only one resolve in his mind; if anyone was going to be walked in on without their pants on, it wouldn’t be him.
Oikawa’s soft underwear were illogically uncomfortable and his entire body felt like it was on fire, he was positive that this was the horniest he’d ever been and enduring both lessons followed by hours of volleyboll practice had been almost impossible. It seemed Iwaizumi hadn’t noticed him ogling him all day long, he really was too oblivious, and after lusting for him basically since he woke up said person had denied him what he wanted once again.
The word frustrated didn’t even begin to describe how he felt.
He was just about to start whining to his cruel boyfriend about how very unfair he was being but not a single word left his mouth, instead his pulse went up when a new wave of arousal washed over him as Iwaizumi spread his legs apart and positioned himself, kneeling in between them. Iwaizumis’ hands started moving, stroking up his thighs past his hips and back again, nails gently grazing his skin. His mouth moved to his stomach and he placed soft kisses everywhere between his bellybutton and the hem of his boxers. Only this stimulation had Oikawa almost losing his breath, loudly breathing through his nostrils, and his entire lower area was pulsating. He tried muttering out a short “Iwa-cha-,” but before he even finished Iwaizumi was backing of slightly, pushing his fingers inside the elastic band of his boxers and pulling them down to his ankles, leaving him half naked on the wooden bench. Oikawas’ legs were once again pushed aside and he heard and felt his swollen lips separate with a slick sound, that feeling alone had his inside clench and he closed his eyes and try to calm down his breathing; he wasn’t gonna cum before the good part even started, at least he would try not to.
“You are really wet you know,” Iwaizumi murmured as he inched closer, letting his tongue slide against the soft skin on the inside of Oikawa’s thigh. “If I didn’t know better I’d say someone was happy to see me too,” normally he wouldn’t let such an unusual sass reply go unnoted but Oikawa could only produce a smile and a vague snorting sound, head resting against the wall behind him. Iwaizumi just kept moving his mouth further up the inside of his thigh, hands keeping them apart by the knees, and soon reached the outside of his lips. He kissed around them on both sides then trailed his tongue up the edge, all the way above his clit and down the other side, still not touching his most sensitive parts. Oikawa’s frustration was turning into pain, his loud breathing became faster as his desperation grew deeper and he reached for Iwaizumi’s short hair and tried to push his face to where he needed it to be. “Iwa-chan. . please, don’t be such a tease,” this time Iwaizumi snorted, maybe celebrating his victory, and Oikawa’s grip on his hair tightened as he started moving his tongue in soft circles around his swollen clit.
“Aah,” Oikawa could no longer contain the moans he’d been holding in for so long as the pleasure rushed through him. His boyfriend moved down his slit and sucked at his inner lips and then moved up again, circling and flicking his clit. He moved the hand not gripping onto Iwaizumi’s hair to his mouth in an attempt to stifle the sounds he made but there was no doubt that anyone going by the clubroom would hear that something was going on inside. He felt himself getting closer and closer when Iwaizumi moved his hands upwards again, found the bottom of his T-shirt and, with some A+ teamwork, removed it from his torso. Under it waited yet another layer of fabric; his binder. Iwaizumi looked him in the eyes and asked “can I take it off?” His eyes were somewhat worried and Oikawa tried to call it off with a fake smile, “aaaw, and here I even went through the trouble of putting it on after my shower.” Iwaizumi kept looking at him, “I know you don’t feel as comfortable but I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
Oikawa agreed that it was uncomfortable; without it he felt naked, really naked, but the fear when he almost passed out from breathlessness was probably worse. He didn’t want to experience that again, and especially not have Iwaizumi experiencing it again, so he nodded and let Iwaizumi help him get out of the tight, maybe too tight, clothing. The first breath always felt the best and Oikawa relished in the immediate feeling of freedom with a long, deep breath. “You really care about me don’t you Iwa-chan”, he exhaled with closed eyes and felt a hand on the back of his head push him down to soft lips with a peculiar taste, his own taste, but soon the kiss ended with Iwaizumis’ words “of course I do, Shittykawa,” and Oikawa couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t call me that at a time like this, we were almost having a moment there!” Their smiling mouths met again and Oikawa deepened the kiss, savouring the slightly unusual taste, when he felt the tips of Iwaizumis’ middle- and index finger sliding up and down his still aching slit. Every time the digits turned at the top and touched his clit he moaned into his boyfriends mouth and when Iwaizumi inserted the fingers, hooking them upwards his stomach and pressing against his sensitive insides, he involuntarily threw his head back in pleasure with an audible “ah yes right there, don’t stop!”
Iwaizumi raised the pace, fingers consistently pressing against that oh so sweet spot and moved his other hand to Oikawa’s clit and rubbed it relentlessly and fast, leaving the otherwise talkative boy completely speechless, open mouth and ragged breathing. “Iwa-cha-, I’m. . ,” Iwaizumi further increased the pressure and sultry whispered “ say my name, Tooru.” He then replaced the rubbing fingers with his mouth, sucking and flicking Oikawa’s clit (the guy knew how to work his mouth, he sure was a lucky boy) and as the fingers kept on pumping inside him Oikawa felt his body tense up. “Ha- ah. . Hajime. . Haji-. . ,” Oikawas’ abs were convulsing and his entire legs, down to his toes, cramping as he came with Iwaizumis’ fingers inside him; feeling how his insides contracted and contracted around the digits almost made him ecstatic and with Iwaizumi’s tongue still on his clit the contractions kept on coming until he thought the orgasm would never end.
After what felt like an eternity of full body cramps Oikawa once again leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.“Wow, Iwa-chan that was amazing,” Oikawa opened his eyes and looked down at the boy now crouching in front of him, “I never thought I’d have YOU coming onto me at school, Iwa-chan really is such a perv.” Iwaizumi just sighed and stood up, revealing a rather evident bulge in his pants, Oikawa slyly licked his lips “and I know exactly how to pay you back.” He reached out from where he sat but Iwaizumi turned away saying “you don’t have to pay back anything, that one was on the house.” Oikawa still didn’t seem convinced, “ but what about you?” Iwaizumi looked over his shoulder to seeing Oikawa pointing towards his crotch and exclaimed with a hint of red on his cheeks, “I’ll take care of that later, besides right now we seriously need to focus on getting the hell out of here before we get locked in for the night,” he started moving towards the restroom, “I’ll go clean up so promise you have those pants on when I come back this time!”
Oikawa put on all his clothes in record time, took his bag and went to wait by the door for Iwaizumi, who came out from the toilet with a slight frown on his face. Oikawa held up the door for him, lowered his voice and said “ you know I wouldn’t mind spending every night at an empty school if it was with you Iwa-chan.” Iwaizumi passed him without a word, but Oikawa knew for sure he saw a small twitch in the corner of his mouth and a tinge of red on his cheeks as the door closed behind them and he said “shut up, Shittykawa.”
DAY THREE AND IM LATE AGAIN! ! HAVE 1064 WORDS OF SOMETHING Heres an Ao3 link~ I’m so tired~ I apologise for all mistakes beforehand~~
The tapping sound from Sei’s computer never ceased or slowed down in pace and Kouki once again admired his boyfriend’s endless stamina and amazing concentration. He had started writing as soon as he got home and now, many hours later, he hadn’t taken as much as a glance away from the screen. In a way this was quite worrying and Kouki knew Sei was overworked, even though he’d never admit it himself; taking great responsibilities for his father’s company at the same time as he, impeccably, managed his studies at Tokyo University wasn’t something you normally would expect from a 21 year old.
But then again, Akashi Sejuurou wasn’t just anyone.
Kouki also reminded himself that tomorrow was an unusually busy day for Sei who first had a long presentation to perform at school, in English nonetheless, followed by an important business meeting and company dinner in the evening. Kouki long ago abandoned the hope to really understand what Sei was studying, he only knew that it involved very advanced physics and mathematics. He might recall seeing something about robots? Possibly. It wasn’t that Sei didn’t talk about it, his boyfriend always told him about whatever assignments he had or progress he made, but after showing Kouki some notes and explaining words Kouki had never heard with other words he’d never heard they somehow silently came to an agreement to leave the details out of it.
Another reason, not that It really was a valid excuse, would be that Sei always insisted that hearing about Kouki’s studies was a lot more interesting. He had failed the first time but with some intense cramming with Sei he got a score on the entrance exam well above the needed limit and was now studying to become a primary school teacher. Before he wasn’t sure about his choice, knowing he had a hard time talking in front of people, but as his studies proceeded and he was able to do internships at different schools he knew that it was the right carrier for him and soon he would be completely examined.
Kouki had just taken the first sip of his jasmine tea when it struck him how quiet the apartment had become. Deep in thoughts he hadn’t noticed that Sei must have stopped typing, giving an end to the tapping sound. Kouki took his cup with him and walked towards the bedroom, where they also had their working desk. “Sei? Are you finished already,” he asked, “I thought you said it would take until after midni-“ The sight that met Kouki as he walked into the room was not one he expected and one he’d never seen before; Akashi Seijuurou was still very much sitting in front of his bright computer screen but his head was bent downwards, resting on top of his crossed arms on the desk.
Akashi Seijuurou was sleeping in his office chair.
Was this really happening?
Kouki stood dumbfounded in the doorway for quite some time before he regained his wits and silently walked up to the sleeping man. With a quick look on the computer he concluded that with a page count that high Sei ought to be done with his preparations, he made sure the document was saved and then shut the computer down. He was now faced with a bigger dilemma; what should he do with the sleeping boyfriend in front of him? Waking him up felt wrong, he definitely needed all the rest he could get, and after a few glances at the bed only a few meters away he made a scary, life changing and possibly fatal decision:
He was going to carry him.
This noble plan turned out to be a lot harder than Kouki had imagined; not only was Sei bigger than him and quite heavy, but how did you even lift someone anyway? Yet, after quite a lot of awkward grabbing and close-to-slam-head-into-hard-object moments, Kouki managed to hold onto Sei in bridal position without losing his grip on any of his limbs. He sighed in relief and was about to take the first step towards the bed when he looked down on the limp body in his arms. Sei was still asleep and relaxed against his chest and something about the display made Kouki’s chest tighten painfully.
Akashi Seijuurou was known by many, for many different reasons; he was seen as an extraordinary, talented, young man from whom the world expected a lot. Even so here he was, completely defenseless in Kouki’s not so strong arms, seeming to completely trust that the other would not let him fall. And Kouki wouldn’t. He may not understand all the calculations, he may not understand all the notes, he may not understand the true weight of the Akashi name, but he understood that Sei wanted him by his side as much as he wanted him by his and that was all that mattered.
Kouki slowly took the few steps that were needed to reach the bed and carefully put Sei down. When he was done he took a last look at his boyfriend’s sleeping face. His red hair was slightly more ruffled than usual and with closed eyes the usual intensity in his face was gone, it was a face he’d seen before but he could never have enough of it, it was simply too beautiful. The warmth in his chest grew more painful and even though he thought it felt wrong he couldn’t resist; he placed his hands on either side of Sei’s face, leaned down and softly pressed his lips onto the others. He pulled away slightly, face completely ablaze, whispering “Good night, Seijuurou.”
He was set on escaping the situation before his face actually caught fire, but something pushing on his back restricted him from pulling away from the bed and before he knew it Kouki was lying face up in the middle of the bed, eyes meeting a familiar two coloured gaze. “How can you wish me a good night and then leave,” Akashi mumbled, leaning down closer to Kouki’s face, “there are no good nights without you.”
Yes, Kouki thought, as Sei took back the kiss he’d just stolen, this is ok. After all, sometimes you can understand words you’ve never heard explained with words you’ve never heard, because sometimes it all just makes sense.
HI IM REALLY LATE but I combined the first two prompts (kindergarten and flower crown) because I’m a procrastinating piece of shiet! ! Akashi and Kuroko twins are important mkay (and they love each other even though they hate each other, that’s what siblings do) also crying baby Akashi cause I felt a mighty need~ Just about 1000 words, it became longer than I thought hah
Seijūrō-kun confesses yet again at precisely eleven in the morning. Kōki smiles at him and drops to his knees next to the small boy, stroking his hair. “Seijūrō-kun, you have to stop this.”
He merely narrows his eyes stubbornly and brings a hand out from behind his back to give Kōki a bunch of asters. Kōki’s love of flowers takes over for a moment, and Seijūrō-kun beams as Kōki gushes about how beautiful they are. “And… where did you get them from?” he adds. Seijūrō-kun had been inching forward step by step, and stops with a blush before pointing to one of Kōki’s flowerpots, which had asters, and now was a ragged mess. “Seijūrō!” he says. He loves children, always has, but of all the children he’d minded, Seijūrō was the most difficult and his favourite. Even with their fourteen year age difference, he was sure that Seijūrō surpassed him in intelligence.
HI IM REALLY LATE but I combined the first two prompts (kindergarten and flower crown) because I’m a procrastinating piece of shiet! ! Akashi and Kuroko twins are important mkay (and they love each other even though they hate each other, that’s what siblings do) also crying baby Akashi cause I felt a mighty need~ Just about 1000 words, it became longer than I thought hah
Tears were streaming down his face. Big drops hit the grass where he sat, mixed with the snot that involuntarily had made his face into the mess it currently was. Somewhere in his four year old brain he understood that he was being ridiculous; that crying over something this trivial, and crying a lot at that, perhaps was not a completely reasonable reaction. The majority of his four year old brain, however, was in agreement that his brother had no right to claim the entire sandbox as his own, and even less to destroy the sand castle he had worked on since lunch (twenty minutes was a lot of time these days, he was a very busy man after all) because it was “too brown and boring”.
It was all because of that new kid, Kagami, that Kuroko had started to play with; he apparently came from another country and couldn’t speak all that well, but they still hit it off somehow and were always seen together. Unfortunately for Akashi this also meant his brother wanting to seem cool in front of his friend, good luck with that Mr. I can’t sleep without Snuggles the bear, thus the increased amount of bullying.
Akashi was busy thinking about how he would tell his mom all about Kuroko’s bad behaviour and getting his revenge when a soft voice in front of him asked “Are you ok?” He looked up into a pair of big brown eyes and a face he’d seen many times before, if maybe not ever this close.
Furihata Kouki.
He knew his name because they’d been in the same group, together with two other kids, for the potting project earlier that year and their sunflowers had grown the highest. They never really played together, nor did they talk a lot, but Akashi always thought that the boy was very friendly and… pleasant to be around.
“Are you hurt somewhere..?” Kouki asked him another question and Akashi realised he was still just sitting on the ground, staring into the other boys eyes. He hurriedly tried to wipe his completely wet face, looking down into the green grass in an attempt to hide from Kouki’s brown gaze, and mumbled a short ”I’m fine.”, voice a lot thicker than he liked. He felt embarrassed that someone had seen him like this, his father always said that boys don’t cry and sent both him and Kuroko off after nightmares or other accidents, but even though he was facing the ground he could still see the other boys feet and crouching legs in front of him, seemingly with no intention to leave.
After quite a long time, or maybe not that long considering how much twenty minutes felt like, Akashi understood that Kouki wouldn’t leave him alone and he felt himself tearing up again at the thought of having to face the other boy in this disgraceful state. Upset with himself and everything else he eventually lifted his head angrily exclaimed ”I said I’m fine so why don’t you just go away?”. The sudden reaction obviously startled the boy who lost his balance and fell backwards, from crouching to sitting somewhat dazed on the ground.
Kouki looked a bit scared and lowered his eyes slightly when he said “My mom told me that you shouldn’t leave someone who is crying, cause that’ll just make them more sad.” He looked into Akashis’ eyes with more confidence and continued “She also said that we are the most beautiful when we cry!”, he smiled brightly at Akashi who’s face looked confused in return. He admitted that he’d never seen himself cry, but he had seen Kuroko’s crying face and it was, if possible, even more ugly than his normal complexion. With those pictures in mind he said calmly “I believe you have misunderstood.” Kouki promptly answered “Well I think you look really pretty right now!”, no hesitation and with sincere brown eyes.
The confusion in Akashi’s mind grew deeper as pictures of his older brother (did two minutes even count?) with puffy wet cheeks, pouting mouth and red eyes flashed before his eyes.
No. He was very sure there was no beauty in those memories.
Kouki seemed to understand that the red haired boy had a hard time processing this new fact, his furrowed eyebrows and the intense stare at the grass were clear signs, and instead drew Akashi’s attention towards him by moving his hands to his head. Until then Akashi had been focusing so much on either the grass below him or Koukis’ eyes that he’d completely missed the…thing in Kouki’s messy hair, and before he had time to further analyse the situation said thing had been moved off of Kouki’s head and onto his own and suddenly everything was covered in a familiar flowery smell. He heard Kouki’s soft voice from outside his world of aroma “It’s a flower crown, everyone looks beautiful when they wear one so now you have double beauty!”
Flowers were indeed beautiful, that was common knowledge, and he had recently learned the basics of mathematics, so maybe if he wore this it could compensate for his ugly crying face and actually make him beautiful like Kouki said; -1+2. This thought made him feel a lot better and he smiled back at the brown haired boy for the first time, but then it hit him ”I can’t keep this, it’s yours right?” Kouki stood up from the ground with an eager look in his eyes “Then I can just teach you how to do your own if want to; There’s a big field of lavender on the other side of the playground! But we have to hurry so we aren’t late for snack time or Nijimura-sensei will be mad at us!” He then reached out a hand to the boy still crouching in the grass; messy hair and the word excitement written all over his face. Akashi took his hand, the thick scent of lavender filling the air.
WENT TO SEE THE NARUTO MOVIE AND GOT A SMALL SOMETHING WHEN ENTERING THE THEATRE. Have only skimmed it through so far but there are concept drawings of characters and excerpts from the manga included. ALSO this short story about Naruto and Hinata set after the end of the movie. (which I have yet to actually read) There was also a hidden sticker of either Naruto, Kakashi or Sasuke at the end~
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