Haikyu!! ship one shots

stretchmarks are the paths we follow 💖(iwaoi)

This is an iwaoi omegaverse fluff bombshell

(This is utter shit)

Anyways, enjoy pregnant oikawa

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Hajime loved how soft and round Tooru's belly had finally become.

Now nearly 7 months pregnant, thankfully past that morning sickness that rendered Tooru paralysed and Hajime stricken with fear, they lay together, lazily touching each other as if to make sure the other was real, on a warm Sunday afternoon, wishing that their pup was here in their arms. Hajime was busy studying every contour of that soft belly he loved so much, every time their pup kicked or moved, tracing idle lines across those gorgeous stretch marks. Those stretch marks were so beautiful. He thought of them as roads, paths leading into a new chapter of their lives together, wishing Tooru saw the same beauty in them as he did. The dark pink lines, which sometimes looked almost purple, shone in the sunlight, almost glittering, trapping idle drops of water whenever Tooru showered. Those water droplets followed those roads, those paths, and paving new roads into their next chapter.

Days like these, idle and lazy but so full of love, were something that the lovers could have only ever wished for all those years ago.

Hajime sat up, leaning on his elbows, staring down at that chestnut brown hair he loved running his fingers through, the smell of strawberries and roses permeating his senses. He leant down, kissing his love softly, languid, wet, but with no hint of sexuality. Tongues battled slowly, like the waves slowly embracing the shore line, before they closed on each other, pulling away, breath stolen from their lungs. Tooru went pink from desire, burying his head under the blankets. Hajime chuckled, kissing the top of his head before swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, slowly standing. Leaning left, then right, he heard the subtle pops of his joints, making him groan with effort. He walked to the kitchen, a slight bounce in his step. He always felt so good these days, like he was full of energy. They had been together for 17 years, and after 7 years of trying, it finally happened.

Tooru was pregnant.

That day, a massive wave of relief washed over Hajime, and he nearly screamed with joy. He wanted to climb the highest mountain and scream it out for everyone to hear that his beloved was finally, finally pregnant. The image of Tooru sobbing into his hands, years of pent-up frustration, and sadness had finally been let go, that dark cloud that always hovered over his head cleared. He always felt so out of place, like he was worthless as an omega because he thought he would never be able to carry. The countless nights he spent crying, avoiding meals, drinking so he couldn't feel anymore. But finally, as if by some miracle, he was able to carry.

Hajime shook his head, filling up the kettle to make himself and Tooru some tea. He smiled as the water boiled, the image of his love sprawled out on the bed, round stomach protruding out from the blankets, hands protectively laid over it. His thumb sleepily grazed over his swollen belly gently, as if it became a habit. Hajime smiled, cheeks pink, and flushed from happiness as he set the tea down on the bedside table. He again carded his fingers through that thick, chestnut hair he loved so much, coaxing the sleepy omega awake.

Oh, how he wished every day could be this peaceful.

"Tooru, baby, wake up, have some tea, OK?" His voice gently caressed Tooru's ears, making him smile as he awoke. He groaned from effort as he sat up, one hand still laid protectively over his stomach. He looks at Hajime, eyes still half closed with sleep.

"Thank you, my darling, that's perfect. This little tyke has been keeping me awake most nights this week, so some extra time in bed has really helped." He beamed, filling the room with even more light, if that was even possible. Hajime giggled a little under his breath, leaning forward to kiss Tooru's forehead. He hummed in delight, soft chuckles escaping. Tooru pulled back and gratefully took the tea. The warmth of the drink filled his soul, and he sighed.

Oh, how he wished every day could be this peaceful.

He took Hajime's hand and placed it on his stomach, the warmth of the touch making him smile even more. He was so happy to finally be pregnant. The overwhelming joy was like a drug to him. And the way Hajime smiled whenever he felt that little tyke kick was a sight to behold. A smile with all his teeth showing, crinkles at the corners of his eyes, dimples on full display. It was something he would treasure for the rest of his life, a permanent photograph in his head.

Oh, how he wished that every day could be this peaceful.

A wave of pain overcame him, and he groaned. He hadn't fully recovered from the events of the night before, and even though Hajime had been gentle, almost too gentle despite Tooru's requests to 'go harder', he was still sore. Hajime frowned, mumbling several apologies. Tooru brushed them off, knowing that by the end of the day, he'd be fine again. Instead, he took Hajime's hand and placed it on his lower back, coaxing small rubbing circles. He felt instant relief, sighing with pleasure.

"I knew we shouldn't have done anything last night. You're too pregnant to be doing such reckless things."

"Hajime, I'm OK, I wanted to. You were so gentle, I could've cried, darling. It was incredible, even though I hurt now. I'll just need a massage every now and then." The little giggle that came out of Tooru's mouth was a sign he was teasing, but he knew that Hajime would give him one, even if he was teasing. He laughed, feeling the pain drift away almost instantly.

He was, however, hit with another sensation.

He gasped, feeling the baby inside him kick. He grabbed Hajime's hand and placed it on his belly, watching in fascination as his lovers expression shifted from concern to confusion and finally to adoration. He loved that look on Hajime. It suited him so well.

"They must be getting themselves comfy, eh, sweetheart?"

"I think so, darling."

Oh, how they wished every day could be this peaceful.

The lazy morning became a lazy afternoon, the time flying by as they sat there, idly rubbing Tooru's stomach. The softness of his skin, despite how taut it was, always amazed Hajime. He was obsessed with Tooru being pregnant, the feeling of that stomach against his own washboard abs, the way the muscles and skin moved every time their little tyke moved. It made him feel so... proud. He was so proud of Tooru, and he knew that when their little pup arrived, they would be just as beautiful as him. The smoothness of the skin was another thing Hajime was obsessed with. The way his stomach expanded and slightly deflated with every breath, how his chest had started to grow. Oh god, he was so obsessed with Tooru's chest. His strawberry and roses scent that he had grown to love had a slight milky accent to it, filling the air with strawberry milk. He could just drink it all day, if it were possible. Despite Tooru buying and wearing a nursing bra, Hajime much preferred it if he went fully naked. The slight droop of his chest was nearly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. A few weeks after that night, when their little tyke was finally conceived, after years of treatments, that slight milky scent filled the air, and that's when he knew.

That's when he knew it worked.

He was so overjoyed that he almost cried during his rut. He finally impregnated Tooru, and despite his alpha senses going into overdrive, begging to chase his release, begging to knot his pretty little bitch of an omega, he showed down, began making love to him instead. The sudden change startled Tooru, yet he didn't mind. He was happy. However, he took Hajime, whether it was fast and rough or slow and gentle.

The little tyke had stopped moving, seemingly comfortable for now, yet Hajime couldn't take his hand off Tooru's stomach. Tooru looked at him, a look of confusion and amusement on his face.

"Hajime, darling, everything OK in there?"

He nodded, giddy like a school boy, and looked Tooru in the eye.

"You've given me, no, us, the best gift I could've ever asked for. I'm so happy to call you, and our future little one, mine."

Oh, how they wished every day was this peaceful.

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*ugly sobs*

Ugh iwa would be such a good dad, and Oikawa would be such a good mum.

I'm in love with them

Stay thicc and suck dicc