J and H and Iwaizumi for the smut hc!

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.

His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.

She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.

And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.

“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”

The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.

“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.

“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.

“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.

“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.

:3 How about D and R for the sweet baby Aone~?

Another combo, I just wrote out the scene that incorporates both of these.


  • D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)
  • R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Aone has been feeling…restless. Long days of class, a part time job and homework has left little time for him to spend with his girlfriend and it’s beginning to take it’s toll on the stoic male. Not usually one for public displays of affection, she’s surprised when he gathers her in his arms for a long hug, lips pressing to hers firmly in view of passers by making their way to evening classes.

“Takanobu?” she asks when they part, dazed a bit by the unexpected ravaging of her lips.

“I need you,” he replies simply.

She smiles up into his face, caressing his cheek and nods. They hurry to her apartment and he all but slams her against the door once it’s closed. The moaning of his name on her lips feels like honey to his soul as he sucks eagerly on her neck. Drawing her closer, he trails backwards, falling onto the couch and pulling her flush against him, her legs astride his hips.

He’s already hard, cock pressed uncomfortably against his pants but he can’t stop grinding up into her. She returns the motion, rotating her hips to get a better angle making his head fall back hard against the back of the couch. “Again,” he pleads, breathless and she moves once more, writing on top of him, hands laced through his hair, lips teasing the flesh of his neck.

He moans appreciation of her attention, hands trailing under her shirt to caress her back while providing support as she continues grinding her now soaking panties against his still clothed cock.

Aone thrusts up, eager for more contact and winces when he feels the bite of his zipper against over sensitized skin. He forces his eyes open, watching her face, brows furrowed in concentration of giving him what he wants and his heart swells with love for her.

He wants to finish properly, to give her release in return but he can’t move, he needs her so bad he can’t even take the time to remove his pants. One last grind of her hips allows him sweet relief and he positively erupts within the confines of his trousers, a guttural groan pulling from his throat. They’re both panting, a light sheen of sweat on their brows as their eyes meet once more.

Suddenly self conscious of what just transpired, Aone looks away, his cheeks dusting pink but she draws him back to her, kissing him gently. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, I’m quite pleased you want me that badly.”

He nods, gathering his strength then her in his arms to walk to the bathroom. A shower is in order, where intends to thank her properly for helping him relax.

Since you asked, how bout some V and X for Asahi :’)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Settling onto his futon, Asahi lets out a long breath. Another day filled with little victory and tons of diving receives.

Are we ever gonna get our act together?” he wonders staring at the ceiling. He chuckles at the memories of his high school days, when volleyball was everything and little else mattered. Seems he couldn’t let it go even after his time at Karasuno ended. Glancing to this right, he sees Bokuto snoring with his mouth open while on the next futon over lies Kuroo, hair even messier if that were possible. Never in a million years did Asahi think he’d end up on a team with these two. He’d not even planned to go to college until his aunt surprised him with saying she would fund his education.

The chime of his cellphone draws him out of his musings. Rolling over, he grabs the device, a soft smile presenting itself when he sees her name and face on the lock-screen. Looks like she’s sent him a video message.

Returning to his back, Asahi pops in his earbuds (the wireless kind, a gift from her last Christmas) so as not to disturb his roommates either by getting up to leave or by the volume being too loud.

And boy is he glad he did because from the first words out of her mouth he knows he’s about to feel frustration of a whole different kind.

“Hey baby,” she coos, eyes half hooded as her hand trails down her neck. “I miss you so much and wish you were here.” The camera pans back revealing her in jet black lingerie, breasts pushed up and little else covering her lower half. Asahi swallow thickly, diving beneath the covers to hide the image of her in such attire.

He knows he should turn it off, wait until he’s in a more private location (such as a bathroom stall) but his eyes remained fixated on her, ears burning as her delicate, breathy voice moans his name when she squeezes one breast. Slowly her other hand trails below the hemline of her panties.

“I’m imagining you touching me, Asahi, wishing these were your long, thick fingers pushing into my pulsing, wet pussy.” He almost groans, only just remembering he’s not alone and stifling it in his throat. Hopefully it’ll sound like he just has sore muscles instead of an aching cock.

Her eyes close, head kicking back as she pulls off the panties giving him an eye full of her glistening heat. Without conscious thought, he reaching beneath his own pant line, grabbing his dick and stroking in time to her thrusting.

“Oh Asahi, I want you to fuck me, I want your cock so bad baby.” Her eyes stare into the camera lens, burning him from the inside out. With an expert touch, she caresses her clit, moaning out his name as she comes. He doesn’t last much longer, spilling his seed and making a mess of his hand and pants but he doesn’t care. This is one of the hottest things she’s ever done for him.

Through panting breath she whispers, “Can’t wait to see you in a few days,” then blows a kiss to the camera before it fades to black.

Catching his own breath, he extracts the ear buds and rolls over, setting his alarm early enough to grant him time for a solo shower.

The next morning, he enters the cafeteria a bit late for breakfast. Gathering a tray of food, he sits with his new teammates. Just as he takes a bite of eggs, Kuroo comments slyly, “Sounds like you got a nice present last night, Azumane-san.”

Asahi chokes, downing water as his face erupts into red, Kuroo laughs his ass off, and Bokuto wonders what he missed.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Asahi strikes me as the type to not watch much of it, he’s too embarrassed even when it’s just himself. He probably had his first experience of watching it at a night over with one of his more curious friends and was teased for how bashful he was about it. If anything, he may resort to watching it if he’s feeling really frustrated and for whatever reason can’t get together with his girlfriend/wife. And even then, he’d much rather resort to phone sex with her.

Hey there ~ I’d like to request no. 13 with Bokuto for the christmas prompts :> Hope it’s inspiring enough, and if it’s not nevermind!! I hope you have a pleasant day ^^

Thanks for sending in some love for our fave owl boy! I hope you enjoy this!


#13 – First Christmas as a Couple

Bokuto’s knee bounces up and down, an outer manifestation of his inner excitement. This was it! His first Christmas with her! 

But while he’s so happy she agreed to come with him to visit and meet his family, he can’t help but be a bit nervous. Knowing his mother, she’ll undoubtedly say something embarrassing, like how pleased she is he’s finally taking his future seriously.

He wishes they’d had a little more time together before this but he couldn’t wait to introduce her and Christmas seemed like the best time to do it.

What he hadn’t really considered was how many and the type of people who would be there. Like his uncles who don’t know when to stop with teasing or his cousins who are rambunctious and can be a little bratty and his dad…they just don’t always see eye to eye.

His palms start to sweat. How in the world did he think this was a good idea?

Next to him, _______ notices his expression go from excited to pensive to downright gloomy. After being friends with Bokuto since their third year of high school and dating him through their first year of university, she’s become fairly well versed in reading his moods, Akaashi having been a helpful interpreter when the need arose.

“Bokuto-kun.” Her voice draws his eyes to her face and she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s going to be fine. Don’t you remember? I’ve at least met your parents that one time at the Spring Tournament, so I’m not a complete stranger. I mean, that’s assuming they remember me,” she ends with a slight chuckle.

Bokuto turns to her, hand reaching to cup her face. “I don’t know how anyone could forget you,” he remarks.

The intensity of his eyes and serious tone make her heart skip a beat. She’s used to him teasing her, flirting, being a general goofball but this…this is something very new. Squeezing his hand again she forces a bigger smile onto her face. “Then you don’t have anything to worry about, right?”

He nods, drawing her close and dropping a peck to the top of her head.

They arrive to the station five minutes later, walking out of the train and see his parents waving to them through a window from inside the station. Despite his earlier trepidation, Bokuto’s face erupts into a wide grin, feet moving faster to get to them, ______ trailing slightly behind thanks to his longer legs.

“Mom! Dad!” Bokuto exclaims, hugging his mother tightly before reaching out a hand to his father.

Turning he gestures for _______ to come closer.

“Mom, dad, I’m sure you remember _______,” he says.

Looking at his mother, _______ can see where Bokuto gets his smile; hers is just as wide if more feminine. His father nods once in greeting, his stare making her shift slightly; Bokuto definitely gets his eyes from him.

“Of course sweetie! We’re so happy you could join us!” his mother offers, extending her arms and pulling the girl into an unexpected hug.

“Th…thank you,” she stammers, righting herself before bowing. “I appreciate you having me join you for the holiday.”

“We’re always happy to see Koutarou’s friends!”

“Um, mom, she…she’s more than just a friend. I….I asked her out a few months ago so we’re dating now,” Bokuto explains, hand rubbing the back of his head.

His mother blinks at him for a moment then rushes forward, flicking him in the forehead. “And you’re just telling me this now? Koutarou!”

“Sorry mom, sheesh, I just…I wanted to tell you in person!”

“A likely story,” she grumbles but offers another smile to _______ as she loops their arms together and drags her towards the exit. “Well now I’m even more happy you’re here dear! You always struck me as a sensible young woman! No doubt you’ve been a great influence on him.” ________ blushes heavily, unsure how to respond to such praise. “Now, let’s get you two home out of this cold and I’ll show you all of Koutarou’s baby pictures, he was just the cutest little owl!”

“MOM!”

O and H for Sugawara please! 🙋

I let one lead into the other with these


H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

The feeling of hands on her shoulders makes her jump but a second later she’s relaxed into his touch, moaning lightly as he adds pressure to massage away the tension of the day. But he doesn’t stay there long, trailing down the length of her arms before sliding under them to wrap his own around her torso, palms cupping her breasts lightly. A gentle squeeze coupled with the press of his lips against the side of her neck has her head tipping back against his shoulder, the pot of soup before them forgotten on the stove.

Still kissing her, Sugawara releases one breast to quickly flick off the burner then turns her in his arms, both hands sliding into her hair to hold her head steady as he ravishes her mouth.

He moves again, trailing down the length of her spine to her ass, grabbing handfuls of soft flesh.

“Someone’s eager,” she gasps as he pulls her closer, lips returning to her neck to press quick pecks and nips against it.

“Can’t help it, I missed you,” he confesses, drawing back to look in her eyes, his own full of heat. “I”m going to touch and kiss every inch of your skin tonight.”   


O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

Together they clumsily make their way to their room, clothes being shed and flung leaving a trail of cotton and lace in their wake. By the time they reach their destination both are short of breath, their longing for each other consuming oxygen at a rapid rate.

“Get on the bed,” Suga rasps, pushing her down. She complies, sliding up towards the headboard as he crawls on hands and knees towards her, his face set in determination. Lowering down, his mouth covers one nipple, sucking gently as one hand softly caresses the other. The sudden change of pace throws her for a moment but Suga doesn’t give her time to consider anything more than the feeling of his lips and hands all over her body.

He wasn’t lying, he really intends to touch and kiss every square inch of her. She writhes beneath him, begging for him to hurry up but he won’t. “Don’t make me tie you up, darling,” he warns and she stills. It isn’t that she doesn’t enjoy when he goes full dom, but he’s already worked her up so much that to allow him to have that much more control…she just doesn’t have the patience for it tonight.

“Koushi, please, I don’t mind if you want to take your time but…please…please let me come now.”

Her begging is beautiful. On any other night he’d take too much pleasure in torturing her (however sweet his rewards may be) but he wants to make her come just as badly as she wants to obtain release.

“Look at me,” he orders and her eyes find his face. Gently he strokes her outer folds which are already soaked in her own essence. The knowledge he can put her in that state just from his touch and kiss inflates Suga’s ego more than he cares to admit. He watches as her eyes more fully dilate when he pushes one then two fingers into her waiting heat, a breathy sigh emitting from her plump kissed lips. Twisting his wrist allows him to shift his thumb to her clit which he circles, slowly at first. Her hips buck up, body eager for what he’s about to give her.

“Do not take your eyes off me, otherwise I’ll stop,” he warns. She nods, eyes fixed on his face, lips parted to allow deeper breaths. Slowly he begins to pump, curling his fingers to hit that one spot she loves while his thumb continues its rotation of her clit. His breathing matches hers in rapidity, the vision she makes as she’s slowly brought undone making his dick hard enough to pound nails.

Or if not nails, certainly her.

But he continues, rolling, squeezing, pumping, taking in the sight, sound and smell of the woman he loves coming unraveled under the ministration of his hand.

“Koushi, I…oh god, I need-”

Her request is cut off by his lips, he can’t stand to not kiss her any longer. The action breaks their eye contact momentarily but it returns as his face hovers above hers and he pumps faster. He feels the shift of her hips, the clench of her inner walls and the choking gasp she releases when she’s getting close. He’s not tried this before and wonders at why it took him this long to consider the opportunity of watching her come with no other distractions.

“Are you ready? Do you want to come?”

“Yes! Oh god, yes please, Koushi!”

Eyes never leaving hers he breathes out, “Come for me, darling,” and presses hard against her clit as he curls his fingers just right. He feels her clench tightly before a violent shudder shakes her entire body and she shrieks her release, eyes closing despite her best efforts to keep them open.

Gently he extracts his hand from between her thighs and he moans around his digits as he sucks them clean of her nectar.

“I love you,” she pants.

“I love you too,” he returns, kissing her gently while crawling over her. “Now, how about you help me out with this?” he asks, pushing his cock against her core.

G K for Ushijima?

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G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.

“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.

“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.

“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.

“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.

“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.

He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.

G K for Ushijima?

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

It doesn’t matter what type of sex you’ve had (slow, fast, gentle, rough) one of Ushijima’s favorite things to do mid or post coitus is cradle your head in his large hands and stare into your eyes for a moment before he asks, “Do you know how much I love you?” It’s what he always asks and he doesn’t care if you nod, speak or hum as long as he can see your eyes because those never lie.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

The smell of coffee wafts through the air, but Ushijima is thirsty for something else. She just had to wear his t-shirt, the garment positively swimming on her making his mouth water. It’s about time he quenches his thirst.

“Wakatoshi.” Her moan is like music to his ears, muffled as it is since his head is between her thighs. Dexterously his tongue works her over making her clasp the sink until her fingers are almost cramping.

“Can…can we move this somewhere a little more comfortable?” she asks through panting breaths.

“No,” he answers simply, opening wider to push his tongue further into her core.

“Th…then at least fuck me properly, I want to feel you in me,” she requests.

“Not done yet,” comes the simple reply and a redoubling of his efforts has her coming not too long after.

He releases her, standing as she tries to maintain balance on wobbly legs. After quickly washing his face, he gathers her up in his arms, heading back to their bedroom. He can always go jogging later, but right now he’s in favor of a much more pleasurable form of cardio vascular activity.

# 15 with Aone :3

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Aone – #15 Warming each other up

The storm has been raging all day, but never getting quite
cold enough to transform the precipitation into snow. Sitting on the train,
Aone watches as streaks of water shoot down the window, eyelids drooping thanks
to an extra long practice and the general darkness of the sky.

It comes to a stop, doors opening to let in more waterlogged
travelers but one visage in particular catches his attention. Sopping wet,
without an umbrella or slicker in sight, ______ stands shivering as she clutches
one of the support poles. He can see from here her fingers are almost blue.

He wants to help, but is hesitant. He’s fairly sure she’ll
recognize him given that he’s a rather hard person to miss at their school, but
will she even want help from someone like him? That question is answered as her
eyes land on him, an unexpected smile erupting on her face dispelling the
discomfort formerly there.

“Aone-san,” she greets, walking briskly to his position and
taking the empty seat next to him. “Am I glad to see you!”

He grunts a short greeting, hands clenched together in his
lap.

A shiver runs over her body, followed by sniffles. He has no
doubt she’ll end up sick because of this. Before he can talk himself out of it,
Aone shrugs out of his heavy, water resistant jacket, plopping it over her
shoulders. Too cold to protest, she tugs it around like a blanket while sending
him grateful smile, one that drives away any feeling of cold from his body.

As the train reaches her stop, _______ stands once more and gathers
her bags. “Thanks for helping me warm up,” she says, pushing the jacket towards
him.

He shakes his head, standing along side her and gathering
his own belongings. They exit the train to a thankfully covered platform where
he extracts the bags from her hands and gestures that she put on the garment
once more.

“Oh, but I’m just a few blocks from here,” she protests, “I’ll
be able to take a warm shower and change in no time!”

Aone chastises himself for the blush threatening to erupt on
his cheeks at just the mere mention
of her in the shower. Shaking his head, both in opposition to her protesting
and to shake off inappropriate imaginings, he sets down the bags, wraps the
jacket (which is more like a dress on her) around her body and zips it up,
tugging up the hood for good measure.

Nodding once, Aone picks up the bags and gestures for her to
walk.

Sighing, she does so, picking up the pace as they emerge
into the deluge. It takes a bit longer to get there thanks to the slick
sidewalks but eventually they reach her home. She opens the door, beckoning
Aone to enter as well which he does.

Setting down her things, he waits for her to take off his jacket.
Upon it’s return, he places one arm then the other through the arm holes. Despite
their frigid and wet walk, the inside is warm and smells faintly of ________’s
perfume; Aone wonders if he’ll ever want to wash this jacket again.

“Thanks again.” Her voice draws his attention to her face.
Looking up at him, hair still wetly matted and face slightly pale she crooks
her finger. He bends down obediently only to have shock rush through him
followed by a whole new type of heat when she pecks his cheek. He stands
quickly, eyes wide and she giggles. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, Aone-san.”

He nods, hand grasping the door and body practically flying
down the steps but a smile, small but strong, refuses to leave his mouth, no
matter how hard the rain falls on his head.

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Can I please have C and L for Bokuto, please? Thank you!! 😘

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C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

A low hum of appreciation sends your toes curling as Bokuto strokes his tongue languidly against the apex of your legs. He’s learned to slow down and take his time, more conscious of your need to be built up in stages.

“You taste so good,” he mumbles against the wet slick of your plumped lips, unwilling to part further than absolutely necessary to form words. “I could eat you out all night if you’d let me.”

You moan encouragement, emphasizing it with a tug against his hair to put him back flush against you. He obliges, groaning as your grip gets tighter when he hits that one spot.

“Kou,” you whine, hips canting up slightly seeking more pressure, more contact, more of his talented tongue driving you to the edge of completion and over it.

“That’s it baby, let me hear that pretty voice saying my name.” His voice is low, words caught in his throat making them come out guttural and sex infused.

“Please, Kou, more.” You can do little else but gasp the request, crying out sharply as his lips seal over your clit and he sucks hard. Orgasmic pleasure rips through your body sending your limbs flailing but he holds you down, sucking longer than you think he has breath to do until you’re practically sobbing.

When he pulls away you look down, bright golden eyes meeting yours and a smug smile covered in your essence.

“You look so beautiful like this,” he says, wiping the evidence of your satisfaction away before crawling over you to lay delicate kisses across your face as you catch your breath.

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

  • As much as Bokuto loves giving compliments, he also loves receiving them. Tell him not only how good he makes you feel but what you love about him. He’ll get a huge boost of confidence when you say how safe you feel in his arms. Tell him how much you love his eyes and seeing all he feels for you. Compliment his strength.
  • Bokuto is vocal and he enjoys it when you are too, not only when he’s doing things to you but when you’re reciprocating. Moaning around his cock will have his head kicking hard back against the pillows (or chair or wall or lockers or wherever you decide to hit your knees for him).
  • Loves when you run your fingers through his hair, especially after it’s freshly washed and still slightly damp.
  • Grip his biceps, boy works hard on those and feeling you appreciate them makes him happy.
  • In the afterglow, trail your fingers lightly over his back if he’s face down or on his chest if he’s face up. He relishes in contact.
  • Let him spoon you as you fall asleep together.

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Can i have headcanons about Iwaizumi and Akaashi? They are childhood friends with reader, who had feelings for them since then. But boys didnt notice them at all and dated other girls whereas reader was burning out of jealousy and has become self conscious. But suddenly when they were in uni all grown up they finally admitted their crush for them and they are so worked up like,how am i supposed to make reader like me back? Lysm and thanx❤🌸

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This is gonna be a long one (I might have gone overboard with it), so strap in for the ride and maybe prepare your heart as well. This may or may not be based on real life experiences.

Well, I just realized after writing Iwaizumi’s part that I had read the request wrong. Sooo, I guess enjoy the kinda reverse request for his part even if it’s not exactly what you asked for. 

– Admin Zee

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • From as far back as you can remember you, Iwaizumi, and
    Oikawa had always been friends. From elementary, to middle school, and even
    into high school, the three of you were always seen together apart from being
    in class or the boys having volleyball practice.
  • You were very close to both males, however you did favor
    Iwaizumi a bit more because of your crush on him. You had always admired the
    dark haired male, but it wasn’t until your second year of high school when you
    realized your admiration had transformed into a full blown crush.
  • Your crush didn’t affect your interactions with Iwaizumi too
    much other than your heart beating faster whenever he smiled at you. And
    luckily, or unluckily for you, it seemed he was completely oblivious to
    anything out of the ordinary that you were doing.
  • However, Oikawa being the “Oh-so observant bastard” as you
    liked to call him much to his dismay, noticed the shift in behavior. But boy
    was he excited. He essentially made himself your personal cheerleader as you “go
    seduce your beloved Iwa-chan!” You promptly whacked the brunet with your handy
    textbook then hugged him right after. Having Oikawa supporting you through this
    entire endeavor was probably the best help you could have ever asked for.
  • Since Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, Oikawa
    suggested that you confess to Iwaizumi around that time to be romantic. You
    laughed at the cheesiness of the idea, but after giving it a bit of thought you
    decided that the cliché really wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
  • After much encouragement and some strong urging from a
    certain annoying yet lovable brunet, you finally built up the courage to pour
    out your feelings into a letter and brought it to school on Valentine’s Day
    intending to finally tell Iwaizumi how you truly felt about him.
  • The romantic holiday soon comes and you’re feeling pretty
    nervous about the whole thing you and Oikawa so painstakingly planned out, but
    you had made up your mind that you were going to accept his answer whether it
    was going to be good or not.
  • You don’t get the chance to give him your letter first thing
    in the morning since he has early practice and the two of you don’t share the
    same homeroom. But you are in the same class as Oikawa and he’s just as excited
    as you are nervous. He’s practically beaming at you and completely ignoring any
    of his fangirls, which earns you a couple dirty looks from some of them. But
    there are a few who think the two of you are actually together and you can hear
    them whispering about how great a couple you two make.
  • You take their words as a complement and it boosts your
    confidence just a little bit. Throughout the entirety of the class, you’re
    clearly distracted and unconsciously run your finger over the edge of the
    simple white envelope you decided for your letter.
  • Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of class, you
    mustered enough courage to go give Iwaizumi your letter during lunch, however
    it’s the very guy that you want to confess to that throws a wrench into your
    plans. When you and Oikawa get to the usual spot for lunch, the dark haired
    male is nowhere to be found.
  • Oikawa, of course, offers to help you look for him, but
    while you appreciate the help, you know his fangirls are going to swarm him way
    before he can even get the chance to start looking. You go off on your own, promising
    to go back to find him immediately afterwards and tell him all the details.
  • Now, full of hope and nerves, you set off to go find
    Iwaizumi and after a while of searching, you find him near his homeroom. You’re
    about to call out to him, but your voice is caught in your throat and your
    chest tightens to the point of physical pain when you see another girl, someone
    far more beautiful and deserving of Iwaizumi, confess to him.
  • You let out shuddery breath while clutching the letter to
    your heaving chest, trying to keep in the building sobs from escaping and silently
    leave. Walking away from the scene, you try to save yourself from anymore
    heartbreak, but you don’t leave fast enough and hear Iwaizumi accept the other
    girl’s confession.
  • Just like that, you feel your heart sink to your stomach and
    clasp your hands over your mouth. You bite your lower lip to resist the urge to
    cry, but a few stray tears still manage to fall. Refusing to let yourself cry
    over such a trivial thing, you rub your arm over your eyes to wipe away the
    tears. The paper of the letter crinkles under your tightening grip and you
    stare at it with distain. You grip the now wrinkled envelope with both hands,
    intending on ripping it into shreds and throwing them away, but you stop
    yourself just as a small tear appears.
  • Screw boys and screw everything. You weren’t about to
    destroy something you poured all your heart and feelings into. You run your
    hand over the parchment to smooth it out then return to homeroom without even
    going back to Oikawa or for your lunch.
  • When the brunet does come back, with you untouched lunch box
    in hand and a slew of fangirls in tow, he notices your dead expression almost immediately.
    But you just stay silent thought his barrage of questions and give nothing
    away. He’s finally forced to stop when the teacher walks into the room, but he
    just can’t stop fretting over you. Even after being your friend for as long as
    he can remember, Oikawa has never seen you look like this before.
  • The rest of the day passes as a daze and you manage to
    escape from Oikawa after class before he could start worrying over you like a
    mother hen. You leave school as fast as you can and you finally break down once
    you inside the safety of your room. All the emotions you had walled away
    finally overflow.
  • Tears stream down your cheeks and this time you don’t try to
    wipe them away. And that’s how Oikawa finds you, huddled in a dark corner of
    your room with tears dampening your clothes and as silent as you had been at
    school.
  • He had ditched practice, something completely unheard of
    from the volleyball obsessed idiot, and ran all the way to you house in order
    to check on you. His heart is essentially shattered when he sees you in such a
    destroyed state and he just wraps his arms around you.
  • Just having Oikawa there was too much. All the love and care
    he was showing you was too much. Everything hurt too much. Finally, in the arms
    of your best friend, you break down sobbing. And the two of you stay like that,
    with Oikawa holding you tight and you clinging to the brunet as you sobbed your
    heart out.
  • It takes a while, but eventually your teas stop falling.
    However, it doesn’t stop the ache in your heart. You don’t want to say it, but
    you tell Oikawa about what you saw earlier. It wasn’t Iwaizumi’s fault. You
    were simply too late.
  • And so, your days of high school went on. You couldn’t just cut
    Iwaizumi out of your life. He was still your best friend, but every time you
    saw them together you slowly began convincing yourself that he wouldn’t have
    even chosen you in the first place if there was someone as smart, beautiful,
    and caring as the girl who confessed to him.
  • You continued supporting him and even so, your crush on him,
    who was now the ace, never died. But when he broke up with her, you weren’t
    even happy. You had fully convinced yourself that you had no chance at all. So
    you slowly began distancing yourself in order to stop the aching in your heart
    whenever you saw him.
  • Your third year passed in the blink of an eye and soon
    enough, you found yourself among so many new faces in a university lecture
    hall. However, you never expected to see Iwaizumi himself sit right next to
    you. The two of you saved the greetings until after class, but
    you weren’t prepared when he asked you why you had avoided him. He even pointed
    out that you didn’t realize the two of you had gotten accepted into the same
    university. You struggled to find the words to explain, but luckily your senpai,
    who had been looking for you, pointed out that the next lecture was starting
    soon.
  • That, however, wasn’t the last time you saw or even heard
    from Iwaizumi. He started texting you daily and slowly but surely, the two of
    you built back the friendship you once shared. But one day when you gave
    Iwaizumi your notes, you accidentally gave him you years old confession letter
    by accident. You had had kept that old thing for years, but now that old
    feelings were starting to resurface you wanted to have a chance to confess.
  • You didn’t even realize that it was tucked in between all
    the other papers, but Iwaizumi does when he looks through them. He inspects the
    old letter and seeing that it was addressed to him, he opens it. And by the
    time he finishes, he’s shoving all of his materials into his backpack and takes
    off looking for you.
  • He shoots you a text as quickly as he can and finds out that
    you’re heading back to your apartment. Right now Iwaizumi is desperate to get
    to you. He has to tell you that he felt the same way, but he never had the
    courage to tell you. And he finds you in the hall to your apartment while your
    senpai confesses to you. But he’s not about to let you go without telling you
    first.
  • You hear Iwaizumi calling your name, and the poor guy is
    completely winded and completely hunched over from running all the way to your
    place. You essentially ignore you senpai’s confession and rush over to help
    Iwaizumi when he confesses to you out of the blue. Of course you’re shocked
    until he pulls the letter out of his backpack and you realize that he read it.
    Your senpai realizes that Iwaizumi is the guy that you told him about and he’s
    happy for you and takes your answer in stride, leaving the two of you to have
    your moment. 
  • After he catches his breath, Iwaizumi tells you everything
    and you nearly break down in tears. He wraps his arms around you and says that
    you have every right to not chose him, but you just shake your head and return
    the embrace.
  • “It has always been you and it always will be you.”


Akaashi Keiji

  • You and Akaashi had been friends ever since birth. Your
    mothers were good friends and just so happened to live right next to each other,
    so the two of you obviously became good friends too. The two of you almost did
    everything together and most likely if one of you was out, the other wasn’t too
    far behind.
  • Akaashi was always loved by everyone around him because of
    his gentle mannerisms and brilliant mind, but he only ever had eyes for you. While
    you on the other hand only gained the attention of teachers due to your hard
    work and academic diligence, but you never had any guy ever come up to you
    besides Akaashi.
  • You always looked around and saw guys with other girls, and
    you wondered why no one ever came and talked to you. Was it was because you
    never talked to anyone unless they talked to you first? Or maybe it was because
    you were just not pretty enough.
  • You never though your own beauty standards were a problem.
    It wasn’t like you didn’t make an effort to make yourself look presentable, it
    was because you thought spending you money on makeup and the time and skill it
    took to apply it wasn’t worth it. But after seeing all the pretty girls with
    faces all done up getting all the guys, maybe you had to give it a try.
  • So for one day, you wore makeup to school. And nothing
    changed. No one still noticed you. No one still talked to you. Nothing out of
    the ordinary happened. It was like any other normal day at school. But there
    was one person who noticed your new look and complemented you immediately.
    Akaashi.
  • He saw you when you first left the house and a faint pink
    dusted his cheeks when how the simple makeup you had put on brought out your
    eyes and accented your cheeks perfectly. But you just brushed it off as something
    he would normally say. He would always say that he liked you or he would always
    stay by your side, but you only ever though he was saying that because he was
    your best friend
  • On the outside, the setter looked the same as he always did,
    but on the inside his heart was doing flips. You were so beautiful. His mind
    was working overdrive, going through all the scenarios that were possible if he
    confessed to you right now. But by the time he had gotten through every possible
    option, the two of you had already arrived at school. And that little smile you
    shot him as you were leaving did nothing to stop his heart from pounding even
    harder.
  • Every moment of that day he spent thinking of nothing but you.
    However, the next day when he came to pick you up for school you seemed…off. Your
    smile was strained and you seemed to always be deep in thought or spaced out.
    But you just brushed off his concerns, leaving Akaashi even more worried about
    you.
  • He loved you, he really did. And not in the platonic way. He
    wanted to be in a relationship with you. He wanted to take you out on dates and
    do things that couples would do. But most of all, he wanted to make you feel
    loved for the person that you were. You on the other hand, had other things in
    mind. That was the last morning he walked to school with you.
  • You no longer came to his early morning practices and you
    were no longer there after practice was over either. Akaashi chalked the first
    few times as just accidents or due to sickness, but he started to get worried
    after the first week and came over to see you. Like usual, you brushed off his
    concerns for you and just made up some lame excuse about upcoming exams and
    university.
  • Akaashi didn’t buy it for a second, but it seemed like this
    was all you were going to give him. So for the rest of his third year, he spent
    more time with you and found out your dream college. Why? In order to go with
    you so you would never be alone. And so he could work up the courage to
    actually confess to you in a way that would make you understand that there was
    someone who truly loved you.
  • Luckily, he got into the same university as you and he began
    planning the perfect way to confess his feelings to you. He knew you wouldn’t listen
    to just his words alone and even if you did he had to do it in a way that would
    make you like him back as well. Poor Akaashi spent weeks coming up with all
    kind of scenarios and stressing over which one would be perfect for you, when
    he realized that White Day was coming up. You hadn’t done anything on Valentine’s
    Day, but that didn’t matter to him. That day would be just for you.
  • You were once again alone watching guys give girls return
    presents and you heart ached. You wanted to feel the same way they did. Just
    when you were about to walk past all the happy couples and sadly make you way home,
    you heard Akaashi calling you name from behind you. And to your surprise, he
    was holding a beautifully put together bouquet of lilies, daisies, and red
    roses which he handed to you. You wanted to say something, anything, but he
    stopped you before you did.
  • “I want you to listen to me, __________, and I just want you
    to listen until I finish. For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved you with
    all my heart. I remember telling you time and time again, but you though I was
    saying it as a friend. But I meant it every time. Those people in high school
    who didn’t pay you any attention were all fools. I watched you grow up into the
    beautiful woman that you are today, and I finally mustered up the courage to
    tell you this. I love you, ________. I want to make you feel loved. I want to
    always be by your side and give you the happiness you deserved for all these
    years. Would you be my girlfriend?”
  • You had ended up crying near the end of Akaashi’s speech and
    you essentially flung yourself into his arms when he finished.
  • “I love you, _________. Since
    then, to now, and forever.”

I’m a sucker for unrequited to reciprocated love! These are great!!!