Titolo: Oops oh my!
Fandom: Haikyuu
Personaggi: Hajime Iwaizumi/Tooru Oikawa
Genere: erotico, slice of life, commedia
Avvertimenti: OOC molto probabile (soprattutto su Iwaizumi ;_;), in inglese, pwp, future fic, yaoi
Parole: 1267
Note: sono così intimidita dallo scrivere su HQ ;_; anche perché con questi personaggi nello specifico... mi intimidiscono, ho paurissima di scriverli sbagliati, quindi fatemi un favore e non leggetela, ok? La posto solo perché l'idea mi è venuta per la settimana 3 del COW-T, Lezione Settimanale, prompt "frana". E niente, è una cagata, se li shippate o li amate pls non odiatemi T____T non seguo il manga, solo l'anime, quindi... é_è chiaramente la caratterizzazione che dò ad Iwaizumi è superficiale, e nel caso di Oikawa è chiaro che soffre del mio aver scritto quasi solo di Nagisa per 2 anni, e i 2 pg un po' si assomigliano e insomma... baw, fatemi il favore e non apritela. ;_;
Anche il titolo è poraccissimo, non sapevo che pesci prendere. XDDDD
When they finally rented this flat together in Tokyo, Hajime made him promise they would not do freaky things like buy pets and have sex against the wide, tall window only shielded by a light flower-patterned curtain, making their mating rituals known to the entirety of Denenchofu. He clearly remembers standing on the doorstep and raising a single finger in front of Tooru's excited face, halting him from stepping in with a frown, both wearing white tees and gym shoes as if they'd just come back from practice.
"Before we start sharing this place," he began, "no animals and especially no weird sex. I don't want people to talk about us and gossip. Let's be discreet."
"Aw, Iwa-chan, don't be boring. We're young and wild and--"
"No weird sex," Hajime reiterated, impatient.
"... Fine," Oikawa conceded, maybe a bit too easily in hindsight, pouting disappointed and looking around.
Now he knows he made a big, enormous beginners' mistake, when he turned around and stepped in theit umpteenth shared space, without anybody else to live with them. At first it worked out fine, Oikawa was keeping himself busy with his professional volleyball career, which only allowed him to be home late in the evening, and too tired to annoy Iwaizumi with his weird ideas, his vanity and childish behavior.
But then of course Hajime should have expected that the situation would change and harmony would be broken once Tooru got used to the new training rhythms and regime, got stronger, with more stamina, and subsequently became more able to come home and still be quite energetic, enough to stick his dick in Iwa-chan anyway. Or the other way around.
"You suck, Shittykawa," he breathes, Tooru's body between his own and the low windowsill, that the other is leaning on for balance, displaying his torso only hidden in part by the opened shirt he's wearing after a long kissing session that worked out pretty well in bringing Iwaizumi where he wanted him to be.
"That's so, ah, so rude, Iwa-chan..." Oikawa replies in a soft lament, his face almost pressed up against the glass.
In the end he managed convincing Hajime to do this on one condition: to keep the curtain closed and just... imagine everybody is seeing them. It's close enough anyway.
"Yeah, well, it's the truth," Iwaizumi mutters under his breath. "We could've done it normally like everybody else does, but you had to be a fucking show-off princess..."
"It's not my fault if I want to flaunt to the world that I have the most reliable, caring, ngh..."
"Can you shut up at least during this? Geez."
He most obviously cannot. It's impossible, because if Tooru stops speaking he will most definitely start letting out obscene sounds and that is not silence. It's only a little less nonsense coming out of him. Hajime loves him for it too, but it's annoying as well, and sometimes he'd rather have fallen for someone easier to keep up with. Someone who actually listens when he scolds them, and Iwaizumi does a lot of that. Keeping Oikawa happy is also one of his non-verbal tasks, so it's quite reasonable to assume fucking him is one of the ways to do it, whenever the sight of him is tempting enough (which is pretty much all the time, to be truthful). It's not as if Oikawa will stop being good at volleyball when he is sexually frustrated - quite the opposite actually - but he becomes a lot more whiny and temperamental than his usual, cue Iwaizumi pretending not to enjoy being the one who gets to hear Tooru's voice when he hits that spot right there, when Hajime's hands wrap around him just at the right moment, just right; pretending not to enjoy being the one who quite literally grew up with him and knows everything about him. He knows so many women in the nation would sell their mothers for a night with Shittykawa. He knows that once, they were almost separated by their respective life plans which brought them to the respective opposite sides of Japan, one in Sakai and the other still in Miyagi, studying law. It was pretty obvious that Oikawa Tooru was going to be a hot name in the volley scene anyway, at least as a setter.
His body is also noteworthy. Of course it is, otherwise there would not be dozens of girls following him which borderlines in stalking. It's actually quite worrisome, but Tooru always says it's normal and it boosts his ego... as if he'd need that, Hajime thinks.
"Iwa-chan, let's open the curtains!" Oikawa pants, with a grin, while the other slams inside of him, but then somehow he manages to lose his balance, leaning against the glass.
"Are you insane?!" Iwaizumi yells, turning all red.
He receives no reply, because the big, tall window was not even closed... and Tooru tumbled right out from it, onto a stinging nettle bush.
"Iwa-chan!" He wails desperately, quick in pulling his pants up, and Hajime looks around to make sure nobody saw before sighing in relief and running downstairs to recover his boyfriend.
"I told you it was a stupid idea," he scolds, while cleaning Tooru's skin gently with cold water and soap.
"But it was a good one!" The other protests, raising a hand to scratch on the rashes that are already starting to appear on his chest.
"Don't scratch," Hajime says grabbing his hand before sighing. "You're a child."
"So you fucked a child," Tooru replies jokingly, before sighing in soft relief at the cold cloth applied to his chest.
"I'm the one treating you now, you don't wanna piss me off," Hajime mutters a threat, throwing a warning glare in the other's way.
"Geez, you're no fun, Iwa-chan."
"Yeah, right," Iwaizumi says before kissing him. "I don't even know why I do things just to humor you anymore."
"Because you love me!" Oikawa yips happily, with a wink, and before he can pull his tongue out like the silly trickster he is on the surface Hajime just kisses him, shutting him up.
"I don't," he replies, out of spite.
"But you do!" Tooru sings, with a knowing smirk. "You and I both know you do."
Hajime throws him another glare, lasting longer, and wets the cloth again with cold water.
"I'm moving out," he threatens lightly, slapping it in Tooru's hand.
"No, Iwa-chan, I'm sorry!" The other whines, throwing himself at him. "I won't trick you into weird sex anymore, I promise. But it was fun, wasn't it?"
"... It was," Hajime admits eventually at the freshest memory of bending Oikawa over, while turning back around.
Tooru beams satisfied, kissing his lips.
"You're so kind to me, Iwa-chan," he purrs, and hugs the older, but jumps back immediately when his skin starts stinging and itching unbearably. "Aaaah, damn nettle!" He complains, once again reflexively raising his hand to scratch the itch away.
"Don't scratch," Hajime repeats in a grumble, grabbing that hand and leading him back to the bathroom.
"I love you," Tooru replies in a completely serious tone, out of the blue, so randomly that Hajime turns around almost shocked with his eyelids flapping.
"I love Iwa-chan," the setter repeats, with a grin now.
The other raises an eyebrow and silently turns around, shaking his head.
"Idiot Shittykawa," he mutters with a soft smile.
"By the way, does the 'no pets' rule apply to goldfish?" Oikawa asks, quietly following.
"You'd let them die."
"That's mean!"
"But it's the truth. You can't even take care of yourself."
"So mean, Iwa-chan!"
Fandom: Haikyuu
Personaggi: Hajime Iwaizumi/Tooru Oikawa
Genere: erotico, slice of life, commedia
Avvertimenti: OOC molto probabile (soprattutto su Iwaizumi ;_;), in inglese, pwp, future fic, yaoi
Parole: 1267
Note: sono così intimidita dallo scrivere su HQ ;_; anche perché con questi personaggi nello specifico... mi intimidiscono, ho paurissima di scriverli sbagliati, quindi fatemi un favore e non leggetela, ok? La posto solo perché l'idea mi è venuta per la settimana 3 del COW-T, Lezione Settimanale, prompt "frana". E niente, è una cagata, se li shippate o li amate pls non odiatemi T____T non seguo il manga, solo l'anime, quindi... é_è chiaramente la caratterizzazione che dò ad Iwaizumi è superficiale, e nel caso di Oikawa è chiaro che soffre del mio aver scritto quasi solo di Nagisa per 2 anni, e i 2 pg un po' si assomigliano e insomma... baw, fatemi il favore e non apritela. ;_;
Anche il titolo è poraccissimo, non sapevo che pesci prendere. XDDDD
When they finally rented this flat together in Tokyo, Hajime made him promise they would not do freaky things like buy pets and have sex against the wide, tall window only shielded by a light flower-patterned curtain, making their mating rituals known to the entirety of Denenchofu. He clearly remembers standing on the doorstep and raising a single finger in front of Tooru's excited face, halting him from stepping in with a frown, both wearing white tees and gym shoes as if they'd just come back from practice.
"Before we start sharing this place," he began, "no animals and especially no weird sex. I don't want people to talk about us and gossip. Let's be discreet."
"Aw, Iwa-chan, don't be boring. We're young and wild and--"
"No weird sex," Hajime reiterated, impatient.
"... Fine," Oikawa conceded, maybe a bit too easily in hindsight, pouting disappointed and looking around.
Now he knows he made a big, enormous beginners' mistake, when he turned around and stepped in theit umpteenth shared space, without anybody else to live with them. At first it worked out fine, Oikawa was keeping himself busy with his professional volleyball career, which only allowed him to be home late in the evening, and too tired to annoy Iwaizumi with his weird ideas, his vanity and childish behavior.
But then of course Hajime should have expected that the situation would change and harmony would be broken once Tooru got used to the new training rhythms and regime, got stronger, with more stamina, and subsequently became more able to come home and still be quite energetic, enough to stick his dick in Iwa-chan anyway. Or the other way around.
"You suck, Shittykawa," he breathes, Tooru's body between his own and the low windowsill, that the other is leaning on for balance, displaying his torso only hidden in part by the opened shirt he's wearing after a long kissing session that worked out pretty well in bringing Iwaizumi where he wanted him to be.
"That's so, ah, so rude, Iwa-chan..." Oikawa replies in a soft lament, his face almost pressed up against the glass.
In the end he managed convincing Hajime to do this on one condition: to keep the curtain closed and just... imagine everybody is seeing them. It's close enough anyway.
"Yeah, well, it's the truth," Iwaizumi mutters under his breath. "We could've done it normally like everybody else does, but you had to be a fucking show-off princess..."
"It's not my fault if I want to flaunt to the world that I have the most reliable, caring, ngh..."
"Can you shut up at least during this? Geez."
He most obviously cannot. It's impossible, because if Tooru stops speaking he will most definitely start letting out obscene sounds and that is not silence. It's only a little less nonsense coming out of him. Hajime loves him for it too, but it's annoying as well, and sometimes he'd rather have fallen for someone easier to keep up with. Someone who actually listens when he scolds them, and Iwaizumi does a lot of that. Keeping Oikawa happy is also one of his non-verbal tasks, so it's quite reasonable to assume fucking him is one of the ways to do it, whenever the sight of him is tempting enough (which is pretty much all the time, to be truthful). It's not as if Oikawa will stop being good at volleyball when he is sexually frustrated - quite the opposite actually - but he becomes a lot more whiny and temperamental than his usual, cue Iwaizumi pretending not to enjoy being the one who gets to hear Tooru's voice when he hits that spot right there, when Hajime's hands wrap around him just at the right moment, just right; pretending not to enjoy being the one who quite literally grew up with him and knows everything about him. He knows so many women in the nation would sell their mothers for a night with Shittykawa. He knows that once, they were almost separated by their respective life plans which brought them to the respective opposite sides of Japan, one in Sakai and the other still in Miyagi, studying law. It was pretty obvious that Oikawa Tooru was going to be a hot name in the volley scene anyway, at least as a setter.
His body is also noteworthy. Of course it is, otherwise there would not be dozens of girls following him which borderlines in stalking. It's actually quite worrisome, but Tooru always says it's normal and it boosts his ego... as if he'd need that, Hajime thinks.
"Iwa-chan, let's open the curtains!" Oikawa pants, with a grin, while the other slams inside of him, but then somehow he manages to lose his balance, leaning against the glass.
"Are you insane?!" Iwaizumi yells, turning all red.
He receives no reply, because the big, tall window was not even closed... and Tooru tumbled right out from it, onto a stinging nettle bush.
"Iwa-chan!" He wails desperately, quick in pulling his pants up, and Hajime looks around to make sure nobody saw before sighing in relief and running downstairs to recover his boyfriend.
"I told you it was a stupid idea," he scolds, while cleaning Tooru's skin gently with cold water and soap.
"But it was a good one!" The other protests, raising a hand to scratch on the rashes that are already starting to appear on his chest.
"Don't scratch," Hajime says grabbing his hand before sighing. "You're a child."
"So you fucked a child," Tooru replies jokingly, before sighing in soft relief at the cold cloth applied to his chest.
"I'm the one treating you now, you don't wanna piss me off," Hajime mutters a threat, throwing a warning glare in the other's way.
"Geez, you're no fun, Iwa-chan."
"Yeah, right," Iwaizumi says before kissing him. "I don't even know why I do things just to humor you anymore."
"Because you love me!" Oikawa yips happily, with a wink, and before he can pull his tongue out like the silly trickster he is on the surface Hajime just kisses him, shutting him up.
"I don't," he replies, out of spite.
"But you do!" Tooru sings, with a knowing smirk. "You and I both know you do."
Hajime throws him another glare, lasting longer, and wets the cloth again with cold water.
"I'm moving out," he threatens lightly, slapping it in Tooru's hand.
"No, Iwa-chan, I'm sorry!" The other whines, throwing himself at him. "I won't trick you into weird sex anymore, I promise. But it was fun, wasn't it?"
"... It was," Hajime admits eventually at the freshest memory of bending Oikawa over, while turning back around.
Tooru beams satisfied, kissing his lips.
"You're so kind to me, Iwa-chan," he purrs, and hugs the older, but jumps back immediately when his skin starts stinging and itching unbearably. "Aaaah, damn nettle!" He complains, once again reflexively raising his hand to scratch the itch away.
"Don't scratch," Hajime repeats in a grumble, grabbing that hand and leading him back to the bathroom.
"I love you," Tooru replies in a completely serious tone, out of the blue, so randomly that Hajime turns around almost shocked with his eyelids flapping.
"I love Iwa-chan," the setter repeats, with a grin now.
The other raises an eyebrow and silently turns around, shaking his head.
"Idiot Shittykawa," he mutters with a soft smile.
"By the way, does the 'no pets' rule apply to goldfish?" Oikawa asks, quietly following.
"You'd let them die."
"That's mean!"
"But it's the truth. You can't even take care of yourself."
"So mean, Iwa-chan!"
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