The Government Name | H. Iwaizumi ~ the one where you pull out the full name card
─➭ pairing: boyfriend!iwaizumi hajime x fem reader
─➭ mentions of: reader is trying to be petty, fluff and maybe a little suggestive, iwa just can’t get enough of you
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You’ve been dating Iwaizumi Hajime for a couple of years now and since the day he asked you to be his girlfriend you haven’t called him by his full name.
It was your love language he picked up on after a couple months into dating. Not another day went by when you didn’t call him a nickname that magically popped in your head.
“Haji! Can you help me, please?”
“Honey, don’t forget your lunch!”
“I’ll see you later, my love…”
“You got a cute butt, honeybun”
The last one definitely makes him blush like a fifteen-year old and grumble a “Quit bein’ cheesy, doll.” So it’s obviously safe to say that you haven’t said both his first and last name for a while. And he hasn’t with done so with you either.
But you being a clever pretty thing you are - his words of course - used that to your advantage during a little bickering match you had going on. Hajime was supposed to pick you up after work so you guys could go on a much needed date. But lo-and-behold he didn’t show up till an hour and a half later because he decided to stay back with the Black Jackels Volleyball team for a longer practice.
When he did finally pick you up as soon as you stepped into the car you sat facing the window. Ah, a cute little sign of when you’re mad at him, he thinks. Hajime doesn’t complain though, he knows why you haven’t said a word to him let alone look at him since you got in the car. So he speaks up.
“I’m sorry, I’m late, babydoll,” he says as he reaches over the console to search for your hand to hold. Just as he’s about to intertwine his fingers with yours, you pull your hand away. He sighs quietly with his hand still out, “Come on, baby. Hold my hand.”
“No,” you say confidently as you stare out the window, “Your hand holding privileges have been revoked.”
Hajime chuckles at your answer. “That so?” he smirked as he took a quick glance at you, “What about hugs?”
“No hugs,” you say in an annoyed tone.
“No hugs?” he repeated as he clutched his chest dramatically, “Not even kisses?”
“Not even kisses, Hajime.”
He eases on the brake as he comes to a red light hearing that name come out of your mouth. Huh? Who is Hajime? Surely not him. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and sees you’re still not looking at him.
“Say that again, doll?” he says.
Then you finally look at him. Your eyes show that little fierce in you he admires. You’re standing your ground.
“I said. No kisses, Iwaizumi Hajime.”
His eyes slightly widen hearing the full government name. And to be honest, his pants might’ve tightened a bit too. “Iwaizumi Hajime, huh,” he smirks as the light turns green and begins to drive off, “That’s the full name, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart… That’s the nickname that makes you week in the knees but you’re still holding yourself strong. “You get called the full name when you’re being a jerk,” you pout.
Hajime sighs softly. He deserves it, he knows that. And as much as it might be turning him on hearing you full name him, it’s still stings his chest a bit.
“You’re breaking my heart over here,” he chuckles softly as he tries once again to hold your hand. You try to pull away again but he manages to swiftly intertwine his fingers with yours. And he feel a bit better after since you didn’t pull off much of a fight to get out of his hold.
He brings your hand up to his lips as he continues to drive home. He kisses your knuckles as he mumbles against your skin, “What can I do to get out of this punishment, sweetheart?”
You pout more because you don’t know. He knows you like the back of his hand so he knew why you were mad at him. And being the mature man he is, he admits his faults despite his stubborn personality.
You feel him play with your fingers as he finally pulls the car into the parking lot of your shared apartment. He uses his free hand to put the car in park so he doesn’t let go of you and it makes you smile.
“Iwaizumi,” you say as you look at him.
“Baby, quit calling me that. Come on,” he chuckles making s giggle slip out of your pretty mouth.
“Listen first,” you say in a firm but soft tone, “You’re such an asshole that I can’t stay mad at you forever but you still hurt my feelings.”
“And I couldn’t be anymore sorry, sweets,” he says with no hesitation as he brings your hand to cups his warm cheek, “You can punish me in different ways just not the government name.”
You giggle that brings warmth to Hajime’s chest again while you softly run your thumb on his cheek. “You do dishes for two weeks and you take Toru to the airport next saturday too,” you say as you lean towards his face.
“Not shittykawa,” he grumbles as he hides his growing smile on his face as your noses touch.
“I took him last time he visited,” you say against his lips, “Please…my love…”
Fucking finally, he thinks with a smile. “Alright,” he says, “Only if you give me a fat kiss, sweetheart.”
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