Who would Seijoh Fall For?

A/N: I wasn’t originally going to do the First and Second years but I did them anyway? Hopefully I pegged them right 🙂 enjoy!

Oikawa: He finds himself attracted to level-headed, down-to-Earth people who have a fun-loving side to them as well. He doesn’t really have a preference for introverts or extroverts, but it’d be best for whoever he dates to be accustomed to meeting other people and going to games or parties. Oikawa gets stressed easily because he overworks himself and bottles up this side of him/negative emotions in general in order to not distract from his cheery, popular side. Someone who’d be there for him at his worst and won’t judge him and also get him to vent would be great. They need to be sympathetic towards his issues, but strong-minded and won’t let him keep up with behaviors that hurt him or others around him. They also need to understand how important volleyball is to him and can work with his schedule. He’s a pretty affectionate guy too, so anyone receptive to that would be ideal.

Iwaizumi: He prefers people with personality traits similar to his (responsible, rational, mature) but are more animated and childlike (idealistic and inspiring, not immature and overly emotional) than he is. He would enjoy someone with an optimistic view on life and is loyal to the people they associate with. He also likes people who are strong-willed and take charge of situations instead of being a follower or pitying themself. A calm, caring spirit would suit him well, too.

Matsukawa: A chill person with a mischievous side is the perfect match for him. Mattsun just wants someone who’s low maintenance and can have deep conversations with, but can also pal around with him and crack dumb jokes with. He can also be a a tease, so he needs someone who won’t get offended at his comments easily.

Hanamaki: Similar to Matsukawa, Makki wants someone he can easily make jokes with and will tolerate his occasional teasing, however, he prefers more outgoing/louder people to calm people. He also likes people with loud or odd laughter, he really enjoys hearing it and it makes him crack up as well. Also he’s pretty keen on pranks, so someone good at them would be a huge plus in his book.

Kyoutani: Mad Dog-chan gravitates towards people quite unlike him. People who are helpful, kind, and sympathetic towards others catch his eye. His general awkwardness and “tsundere” personality requires whoever he falls for to be outspoken and understanding so they can catch on to the true feelings underlying his intimidating exterior and let him know how they feel.

Yahaba: Definitely more of an introvert man. He likes people who are more on the academic side but can appreciate his love for sports, and respects others. Straight-forward, mature people with a little fire to their personality really strike his fancy. Also someone willing to put him in his place and is unafraid to give others reality checks (without sounding patronizing) is fantastic to him.

Kindaichi: He is a fan of more reserved people who are direct and in control of themselves and their emotions. They must be independent and self-reliant, people who are overly needy or attempt to boss him around in a relationship will drive him away. He prefers those with knowledge of experience with volleyball or play other sports, but book smart people are not entirely unlikable in his eyes.

Another amazing assessment! These feel very true to these characters! Great job!!

Oikawa – Punishment

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Here’s my attempt at angry sex with Oikawa for that anon confession and the second requesting its creation.

“Tooru,” you gasp, hands flying to the back of his head as he firmly bites the top of your breast; that’s going to leave a mark.

And it won’t be the only one inflicted upon you today.

“You were a bad girl today, ______-chan,” he croons in his sing song voice but you know this tone well. It’s not mirthful, it’s not happy. Tooru is fucking pissed.

“Wha? How? What did I do?” you pant, legs grasping for purchase around his waist as he lifts you.

“What did you do? What did you do?” he mocks, eyes going dark. “You were fucking flirting with my team! With your soft giggles and your subtle touches, your warm smiles and your lilting laugh. Those things are for me, ______-chan, and me only.”

“But Tooru,” you protest, gasping when he grabs your ass firmly, “I was only trying to help boost morale! I wasn’t flirting, I was just being friendly!”

“Doesn’t make a difference, I could see how they were looking at you, could read the thoughts in their heads and since you’re the catalyst to those, it’s you who gets punished!”

“Please, Tooru-“ but he silences further protests with his mouth upon yours, tongue shoving past your lips and practically down your throat. You splutter, the lack of a proper breath sealing a burn within your lungs. Finally he releases, both of you panting before he drops you to the ground and rips off your skirt.

“You’re gonna take what I give you, _______-chan, you’ve got a lot to pay for.” His eyes meet yours and for just a heartbeat you feel a tremor of fear. You’ve done dub con with Tooru before but he’s always prepared you better, given you a warning, given you-

“Your safe word is “break”, do you understand?” he asks, hand touching your cheek so gently it makes you forget his fury from a moment ok. There’s a pregnant pause before you nod, the subtle movement causing his eyes to shift back from open and gentle to hard and dangerous. “Good answer,” he growls, biting your lower lip.

It takes little time for Oikawa to shed you of your remaining clothing, his own cast about in a frenzy of disrobement. The next moment, you’re on your back, Tooru’s head buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping languidly as your cunt. Normally you’d be canting your hips to get him at just that right spot, but when Tooru is dom you don’t move, barely breathe unless he says it’s ok.

“I can see you remember the rules of this game,” he purrs against your flesh. The next second you’re crying out when he nips your lower lips, “But don’t think I’m not still pissed. It’s gonna be a loooong night, _______-chan.”

He stays true to his word, taking his time licking, sucking and flicking your cunt and clit drawing whimpers and curses from your lips. The coil in your lower belly has been growing steadily, a fire surging through your veins with need of release but he keeps you on the edge, never letting you fall into the precipice of orgasm.

Done with his mouth, Tooru flips you to your hands and knees, his hand slapping your ass with all the force he gives his most powerful serve and you shriek.

“Such a bad girl,” he grunts, smacking you again. “Turning on my team like that, making them want to be the one who fucks you. You want that don’t you? You want them to take you like this?”

“No! Tooru, you’re the only one I want, you’re the only one!”

“Damn right I am,” he hisses smacking you once more before shoving his cock in your dripping core all the way to the hilt. You scream again, head tossing back in shock at his intrusion. His finger dig into the flesh of your hips, thrusts coming hard and fast filling the room with the sound of smacking wet skin.

“Your cunt is always so tight for me, baby, fuck you feel good,” he groans, grabbing your hair and pulling hard. The abuse brings tears to your eyes. A buzzing sound startles you but you don’t have time to consider how you missed him pulling out the vibrator because he’s shoving it against your clit while he buries deep and holds position.

It’s just enough sensation to make your body quiver with need of release but inability to get there, the overstimulation making you miss the mark and Tooru knows it. He knows how to play your body exactly how he wants.

The vibrator is dropped in favor of his hand roaming to your chest, fingers tweaking your nipple to a hard peak.

“You’re gonna feel this for a week, maybe longer, _______-chan. It’s gonna remind you who you belong to! Who the only one who’s allowed to fuck you is! You’re mine!”

You cry out when he pulls away, dick sliding out only to be shoved on your back and him enter again, this time with his mouth latched on your breast, teeth biting harshly into the sensitive tissue. He trails up to your neck, sucking hard as he fucks you mercilessly. The feel of hips slamming against you makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You’re gonna have bruises all over you.

“Look at me,” he orders, tugging your chin down. Opening your eyes releases tears and he smiles down at you. “You’re so pretty when you cry,” he affirms, lips covering yours to kiss you breathless once more.

“Tooru, I….I can’t….I can’t take much more,” you assert.

“Yes you can baby, I know you can because you’ve haven’t said it! You’re a slut for my cock, a whore to my punishment! I’ll bet you did everything you did today to get this result, to have me so fucking worked up and pissed that I’ll break the bed with how hard I’m gonna fuck you!”

“Tooru! Oh god, Toou!”

Impossibly, he goes harder, hitting deeper than he’s even done.

Your body shakes and quakes, nerve endings frayed to the end of their abilities. Taking a deep breath you scream out, “I give! Tooru, BREAK! Break me!”

“With pleasure,” he hisses, then touches your clit exactly how he knows you need to release. Your orgasm is long and violent, your voice echoing off the bedroom walls. It’ll be a miracle that no one calls the cops because you sound like you’re being murdered. Which is technically true; Tooru may as well have killed you given the boneless feeling that cascades over your body.

He cums not too long after you, filling you to overflowing with the power of his release.

Collapsing on top of you, he kisses your temple, sweat of your bodies mixing as he says, “I really do love you. But never fucking do that again.”

You can only nod before passing out.

-Admin Jade

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Contribution piece

Oh oh could you please do 12 from kisses prompt for Oikawa? I have no idea why but I want him pouty/angsty asdfghjkl Thank you and I hope you have a nice day! 😊❤

I hope you enjoy this! It’s a bit of a troupe, I know but I was struggling with a good scenario so I hope you like it! Also, thank you for the well wishes of a nice day, I hope yours is and was good. 😀

Tooru Oikawa – Kissing Prompt #12 – Accidently being forced
inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before
they kiss someone pulls them back apart.

“Oh, _____-chan, yoohooo!” Oikawa calls your name. You
pretend not to hear him, intent on having a good time without interference from
him. What is he even doing here? He
hates these types of parties which is the only reason you agreed to come in the
first place; you were sure he’d never show up. How he can act so nonchalant
grates on your nerves.

The setter can see you’ve heard him, the wince of your
shoulders a dead giveaway which sends a tremor of sadness to his own heart. Apparently,
you’re serious about the whole “not talking to him ever again” thing. He
understands, mostly, but he’s determined to try again, determined to show you
he can be better.

Reaching you, he touches your shoulder. Turning you fix him
with an annoyed look. “What Oikawa?” you ask unkindly.

Keeping a faux smile on his face he asks gently, “Can I talk
to you for a minute?” When you don’t move away from your group he adds,
“Alone?”

“And if I say no?” you ask sipping your drink.

“Then I’ll just hang around you all night until you give
in,” he half jokes shrugging his shoulders.

You glare at him; he’s stubborn enough to do it too. You’re
sure if you really wanted to, you could get rid of him, but he’ll just try
again another time so it’s best to nip this in the bud now. Casting a look at
your friends, you huff dramatically and go up the stairs, Tooru
following in your wake.

Once you’re out of the main room, the noise dies down
considerably, once loud voices becoming a dull murmur mixed with the thumping
beat of whatever dance craze music is playing. Rounding another corner, you
stop next to a window, looking out of it.

Oikawa observes you, taking in your body language, the
expression on your face (at least what he can see of it) letting him know you
are in no way going to make this easy. Taking a deep breath, he says,
“______-chan, I never meant to hurt you. You should know me better than that.”

Unable to keep yourself from speaking, you whip around, eyes
blazing. “And you should know better than to continuously flirt with everything
that has an XX chromosome when you have, or rather had, a girlfriend! I mean, come on, Tooru!”

Seized with his own irritation, Oikawa loses his polite
façade, eyes narrowing and a slight scowl erupting over his face. “Well it
would have helped if you’d let me know how you were feeling instead of bottling
everything up and then just erupting one day in the middle of the quad! Do you
know how embarrassed I was? How much crap I took for that?”

“No less than you deserve,” you say heatedly, “and don’t act
like you didn’t know! How could you not see what that was doing to me?”

“Because I’m not a mind reader!” he shouts. “I can’t be
expected to pick up on every little nuance you throw out! If you were upset, you
should have told me!”

“I never should have been put into the position to need to tell you Tooru!”

Fed up with his arrogance and the loop de loop this
conversation is headed towards, you move to go around him but a misstep on the
carpet has you cannoning into him instead, the impact jolting both you from
your equilibrium. Reacting quickly, Tooru wraps his arm
around your waist, rotating on the ball of his foot to spin you back around. He
hits the wall harder than he meant to but it’s better him than you; plus,
counteracting gravity is no easy feat.

Pressed together, both of you look into each other’s eyes,
breaths mingling in panting exhales. Tooru’s eyes flick to
your lips, remaining there. You smell like cinnamon and he wants nothing more
than to kiss you senseless. You’re watching his lips too, unclear how you went
from raging mad to on the cusp of kissing your ex-boyfriend.

Tooru’s heart is racing. Maybe if he just
kisses you, he could remind you through actions how much he cares about you
since words obviously aren’t working.

He leans forward, lips about to brush against yours, when you’re
wrenched backwards out of his arms.

He looks up and sees your best friend glaring daggers at
him, her hand firmly clutching the back of your jacket. “I knew it was a bad
idea to let you go off alone together,” she says with irritation. Pulling you
along she continues, “Come on, we’re leaving. The company here is nauseating.”

Behind you, a frustrated sound between a whine and a groan
leaves Tooru’s lips; lips that still ache to taste yours. Because
for as much as you drive him crazy, you drive him wild too and he wants you
back. With a determined look, he rights himself. This isn’t over yet.