#hajime iwaizumi smut

[forusomimiya]

"Strip for me honey, slow. I want to savor every inch of you" with those lustful dark eyes burning into your skin, you stripped before him as he asked you to, leaving you only that lace outfit, and eager to be touched as soon as possible by that businessman, who had not yet taken off his suit, and who remained seated in that leather armchair, illuminated from behind with the lights of the city that could be seen from up there, as if it were a field of fireflies.

"This is going to be the dirtiest night of your life, c’mere" the tap on his leg forced you to walk towards him. Sitting on his lap and entwining your hands behind his neck, he hid his face between your breasts, smelling them, restraining himself from leaving the marks of his fingers on your waist with his grip, when he let his lips walk down your neck, in the direction of your ear, where he whispered to you: “try to stay quiet, understand?”

You nodded silently. The grip on your chin melted you so extremely badly, that when you looked up and read the "good girl" on his lips, you swore you whined.

Soon he would fuck you raw on that couch. He would make you kneel before him and make you choke on his cock under the nickname of "pretty cock sucker", which would snatch your first orgasm, and then give a good show to those watching from below that tall office block.

"Show them how pretty you get when daddy fucks you rough and let you cum around his cock after you've been good for him" the thought that someone might be watching makes the fear grow in your body, but, no one here knows you. You just came to meet that man who courted you two days ago in a bar, to fulfill your fantasy of being fucked by a businessman in his own office.

It didn't matter who was watching, ‘cause the reflection of the lights in the glass of the window in which he had you trapped, would show the details that you like in such a man, reminding you for an instant what you are doing with your life right now.

A tall, broad-shouldered man, dressed but with his blazer long forgotten. Sleeves rolled up, revealing a trail of veins on his forearm, and an expensive black and silver watch on his wrist. The top buttons of the shirt open, as a good and sexy solution to the heat on his body, but not for you when you focused on his boobs. So big... you drooled. His tie tied around your wrists, and while with one hand he leaned on the glass, with the other he held your chin, encouraging you to raise your head to see you suffer better.

He wouldn't be long before he dropped his hand on your neck to squeeze it, the veins on the back of his hand showing as he put more pressure on your throat

"C’mon pretty girl, cum with me"

This man would be your ruin in the coming months.

IWAIZUMI, USHIJIMA, OSAMU, BOKUTO, LEV, DAICHI, MATTSUN, ARAN, KUROO

[suyacho]

FRIENDS DON'T KISS FRIENDS ft. hajime iwaizumi

synopsis – bestfriends are there to help each other right? so would you help your best friend with his hard on?

kinktober 2023 | taglist

content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - they’re in their 20’s & in uni together - childhood friends to lovers - slightly sexual deprived reader - mutual masturbation (obvious fingering & handjobs) - slight size kink - slight scratching mentions - dirty talk - praise here n there - iwa edges himself - maybe ooc - not beta’d - 2,2k words or so

note: opened this fic 738484 times and wrote two sentences over the past two months, its about time it was posted🫡 thank you for everyone who sat through my several breakdowns over this fic LMAO

“Damn it.” Iwa cursed under his breath, looking around in the bathroom and seeing no signs of his clothes. Did he really just forget to bring his clothes when showering in your bathroom? A cold shiver ran down his spine, making him dry off quickly and wrap the towel around his hip so it wouldn’t fall down.

Iwaizumi called out your name a few times, sighing in defeat when you didn’t answer. Never in his years of friendship and staying over at each other's places, did Iwa ever forget his clothes when showering, until now.

“You done Haji?” you questioned once you heard someone enter your room, not looking up from your phone as you played your game. Laying on your stomach in nothing more than an oversized shirt and your undergarments, your feet kicking the air. 

“Y-Yeah.” he coughed, collecting himself quickly as he stared at his view, nervousness suddenly creeping up as he noticed the lace panties hugging your ass nicely.

“I forgot to grab my clothes.” Iwa admitted in embarrassment, finally grabbing your attention, making you turn around and get up, your eyes immediately falling on him.

“Fuck.” you mumbled under your breath, eyeing him up and down, feeling a wave of lust washing over immediately. You knew Iwaizumi was strong, but you didn’t think he’d be this built. Meanwhile Iwaizumi was dying of nerves, feeling your eyes burning into his skin, his face flushed, hoping he could just cover it by saying it was because of the warmth of the shower. 

Snapping back to your senses, you walked over to your closet, your heart beating faster with every step. “Here, I got some of your clothes here.” you told him, reaching on top of the closet, not noticing your shirt rising up, giving Iwa an even better view of your ass. 

Having his clothes wasn’t weird, especially not when you were childhood friends who often slept over at each other's places, it remaining the same once you coincidentally signed up for the same university.

What was more weird, or well;  humiliating for Iwaizumi was the fact that he was hard at the mere sight of your ass, not knowing what took him over. All he could do was awkwardly stand there and hold onto his towel, praying you wouldn’t notice, more or less wishing for the impossible because everyone would notice something that big.

“There... you go.” you paused on your words, feeling heat pooling between your legs as you noticed, holding out his clothes. Iwaizumi didn’t even speak, he just nodded, too scared his voice would crack from nerves or something. Simply just reaching out to grab his clothes, his whole body tensing up when your hands brush against each other.

Iwaizumi wasn’t inexperienced but fuck; did you make him nervous. The sexual tension lingering with the hidden feelings from both sides, not helping your cases as an awkward silence fell. 

“I’ll just go–” Iwa broke the silence, tightly holding onto his clothes and turning around, being too nervous to face you yet he would never admit to such a thing. “Haji– wait.” you mumbled, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving, not sure what took over.

Iwaizumi froze in his tracks, he was dead meat at this pace. A sudden cold flowing over, making him shiver before he looks down, his eyes growing wide at the sight of his towel laying on the ground. Quickly he tried to pick his towel up, not noticing the quick glance you took at it, making you swallow your breath and wonder how it would feel inside.

“...Yes?” Iwa finally spoke up, his heart beating so loud he could swear you were able to hear it. Without saying a word, you simply stepped closer, glancing from his eyes to his lips and taking yet another peek at his body, hand still holding his arm as the sexual tension between you two grew thicker with each passing second.

“You know… I can’t let you deal with this alone.” you mumbled barely under a breath, deciding to test the waters because Iwa wouldn’t be hard over nothing, right?

Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, being taken back by your words, blinking a few times, processing what you said, not being sure if he actually heard you right or if it was the lust talking to him. Still when he sees your reaction, he knows he heard you right, you’re looking everywhere but into his eyes.

“Are you 100% sure?” Iwa questioned, genuine care in his tone, not wanting to ruin your friendship over something like this. “Mhm, I am Haji… are you?” you answered, not a hint of hesitation in your voice, desperately squeezing your legs together to feel something.

Iwaizumi just nodded in response, pulling you towards your bed in one swift motion since it was close anyways, making you remember just how much bigger he actually was, the size difference turning you on even more.

“Someone’s impatient.” you taunted him, only for him to pull you on top of him in reaction. “I’m simply taking on your offer.” Iwa grinned, too stubborn to admit the fact you had this effect on him, eagerly kissing you before you could say a thing. Taken back by his sudden action, you returned the kiss, deepening it and melting under his touch as his big hands explored your body. 

“Hajime..” you breathed out, foreheads resting against each other after you pulled back for air, his hands still glued on your body. “Mhm?” Iwa smiled sheepishly, hands creeping higher as he rubbed your sides, working your shirt up in the process.

“Friends don’t kiss friends.” you mumbled hesitantly, hand resting on his chest.  “Then make me your boyfriend instead.” Iwa spoke confidently, seriousness lingering in his tone.

Your heart skips a beat at his words, nervousness taking over regardless of the situation as you let it sink in. A small smile creeping up your face at the thought of calling him yours.

“Boyfriend sounds nice.” you giggled, pecking his lips once more. Taking your shirt off with Iwa’s help and throwing it somewhere on the floor, scooting onto his lap while Iwa rested against the bed frame.

“Boyfriend it is then.”

Iwa’s hands, once more explored your body, taking in the sight underneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” 

You felt his lips on yours before you could say anything and returned the kiss. It’s messy and needy, your bodies practically aching for each other as you feel his hand move up your inner thigh, your heart starting to beat faster at the thought. 

“Please…” you pulled back, guiding his hand between your legs. “Touch me here Haji.” you told him, looking him in the eyes. It was like something had snapped inside of him because of that right then and there.

“Fucking hell.” Iwa groaned, cock twitching as he slid his fingers along your slit, feeling how wet you were. “Tsk tsk, this wet from just kissing?” he taunted, pushing the panties aside and sliding in two of his big fingers. Biting his lip as he watched how easily they slid in, starting to move them.

“Just like that Haji, please.” you moaned, grabbing onto him as he continued fucking his fingers into you, your nails slightly stratching his skin. It was embarrassing how good just two fingers felt, but it was even more embarrassing that you clenched around his fingers and felt your body heating up, already.

Who could blame you though? It had been so long since someone else had touched you and actually made you feel good that you felt like melting into his touch.

You were too busy focusing on your own pleasure, desperate to feel more that you forgot about Iwa’s hard-on for a second until you felt him slide his fingers out. Tapping on your cunt teasingly as an evil grin was plastered on his face, loving how defeated you looked at the loss of touch. “Is that how you ask for a favor, especially when you should be returning one?”

A whine left your lips at the feeling of being empty and Iwa just laughed, leaving you pouting. He was so cruel, yet the way you offered to help him with his problem and forgot about it, was even meaner. His cock was hard and throbbing, tip angry leaking precum, begging to be touched, the sight before him not helping the hunger. 

“Oh, shut up.” you huffed, slightly embarrassed at how easily he had you wrapped around his finger. You swallowed a breath before wrapping your fingers around his big cock. Mouth practically drooling at how big he felt in your hand, imagining how it would feel inside.

Iwa tensed up for a second, cursing under his breath as he collected himself. He could’ve sworn he was about to cum then and there but held back. Giving you what you wanted and sliding his fingers in once more, pumping into you at a faster pace and slowly pushing a third one in when he felt like you were ready. 

“Good girl, taking my fingers so well.” 

You moaned at the praise, experimenting with your strokes before setting a pace, watching his face and clamping down on his fingers. There was no reason a man should look this good when he was getting jerked off with his fingers buried inside of you, yet here he was.

Iwa was losing himself at your touch, he couldn’t believe that he was finally getting what he imagined for years, the real thing being better than all the times he touched himself. 

Snapping out of his thoughts, desperately he pulled you in a kiss, it being messy and needy. Iwa was curling his fingers up inside of you while you squirmed around on his lap, tightening your grip on his cock as you picked up your pace, teasing his tip as you two melted into the kiss, only pulling back when you both needed air.

“Shit– stroke it just like that.” Iwa mumbled breathlessly, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you rested your foreheads against each other, still feeling eachother up. “H-Hajime don’t stop.”

Iwa listened to your pleads, starting to rub your clit with his thumb, desperate and set on seeing you cum. 

“You’re taking me so well, I can only imagine how well you take this cock.” Iwa cursed under his breath, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust of his fingers, cock twitching at the thought. “So wet– your pussy is practically begging for me to fuck her.” 

“Stop saying s-such embarrassing things.” you mumble but Iwa doesn’t fail to notice the way you clench around him, chuckling a bit. “She’s more honest than you are…”

Arguing back wasn’t even an option, not when every part of your body gave it away. The squelching sounds with every thrusts of his fingers, you squirming on his lap, your strokes becoming unsteady as you felt your high nearing and the way you struggled to keep quiet, it was too obvious.

“Hmm, what’s that?” Iwa taunted, noticing the trembling legs and the unsteady breathing, it only fed his ego. “Is my girl about to cum?” he asked, a tone of possessiveness lingering in his tone as you nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Please.” you begged and who was Iwa to deny it when you were asking him so sweetly. Besides that; he was dying to see your cumming face.

“Good girl, cum for me.” Iwa murmured, pulling you in another kiss as he added pressure to your clit, biting your lip when he felt you tighten your grip on his cock. Your legs were trembling on his lap and your strokes became sloppy, all together with the way you were clenching around his fingers, he knew you were close. 

You moaned against his lips, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach as you moved on him for more friction, nearly falling over onto his chest as he hit your sweet spot one more time, coming undone on his fingers while struggling to kiss back. 

Iwa didn’t stop there and continued fucking his fingers into you, helping you through your high and doing everything in his power to hold his back, not wanting to come until he was inside of you. 

The way your orgasm came crashing down on you had you gasping for air and leaning against him weakly as you trembled, tears pricking in your eyes from how good it felt. Leaving you wondering, if he was this good with just his fingers, how good would it be when he fucked you?

“Shit sorry.” Iwa apologized sweetly, slowly pulling his fingers out when you were ready, groaning at the slick covering them. “You okay?” he asked and you nodded, smiling as you reached out for his cock once more, remembering that he hadn’t come yet, only for him to flip you over before you could touch him, your back resting against the mattress.

“But—“ you tried to convince him, only to be cut off by him. “Wanna cum inside you.” he confessed, knowing that he’d bust a nut if you touched him right now and wanting to make the night last.

“If that’s okay with you of course.” he laughed nervously and you smiled, nodding excitedly.

“Fuck me like you always dreamt of Hajime.”

networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez

[nenchainzz]

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 + 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤

Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

Warnings: exhibitionism lowkey, a bit of power play ig (iwaizumi is your superior), make-outs, neck kissing, some dry humping, size kink, vaginal sex, sorta pleasure dom!iwaizumi, pulling out, and cumming on your stomach

Word Count: 1.0k

You know that fucking your superior is wrong. You know that. But how could you resist a man like him? He’s handsome, intelligent, respectful, he’s the whole package.

It all started when you two were alone in the nursing room after the volleyball players were done with their practice. You two were supposed to clean up and go home for the day. However, you two began talking while sitting on a patient table, which turned to flirting, leading to lengthy hand touches. Culminating in him kissing you, and you couldn’t resist him after that. His kiss was sweet but passionate. He didn’t want to push you to do more if it made you uncomfortable. He was okay with just the kiss, but you clarified that you wanted more.

“Iwaizumi,” you breathed after his short, sweet kiss.

“Yes?” he inquired.

“Don’t hold back,” you told him. “Kiss me more.” His smile made your heart jump in your chest. He grabs your hips and brings you up onto his lap. His strength and ease made you flustered, which he easily picked up on.

“You’re so cute, all nervous,” he complimented. The two of you began kissing again, and his lips even traveled down to your neck, leaving little bites of pleasure. You couldn’t help but grind on his lap as he kissed you. His presence was so intoxicating. You clutched at his hair and shoulders as his kisses led down to your clothed chest. He looked up at you before doing anything more. “Can I take it off you?” He gestured to your shirt. You chuckle.

“If you want, I can take everything off,” you offered.

“Well, that does make things easier,” he replied. The two of you leave each other’s embrace for a minute so the two of you can strip. When you see Iwaizumi without his clothing on, it’s even better than you could have imagined. His buff shoulders are broad, and his biceps are as big as any of the sports players you treat throughout the day. God, he was so hot. He notices you staring at him, and he can’t help but feel flattered. He retakes hold of your hips and helps you back up on the patient table. “You’re sexy as well, Y/N,” he praised you while joining you atop the table. He settled above you, and you could truly appreciate his size now. Your small hands found his arms and gripped them as he leaned down to kiss your bare chest. His tongue licked every part of you he wanted, making you shudder.

“Iwa-Iwaizumi,” you stuttered out. “I want you.”

“Here, right now?” he asked.

“Yes, please,” you begged.

“Alright, since you’re begging ever so sweetly,” Iwaizumi said. “I’ll prep your first for my–”

“There’s no need,” you admitted.

“Hmm? No?” he questioned. “You’re that wet already then?” You nodded in embarrassment. “You’re that wet from making out?” He kissed your shoulder as he questioned you.

“Ye-yes,” you confessed. You heard him chuckle.

“That’s so hot,” he told you. He raised himself up and positioned himself so his cock sat just before your pussy. You gripped his shoulders, ready for his incoming movements to help ground yourself and spread your legs for him. He finally thrust into you, and his cock stretched your pussy so perfectly. His groan from above you was nothing compared to your moans. “How fast do you want me to go?” he asked. You caught your breath before answering him.

“You pick,” you told him. You wanted him to ruin you in whatever way he wanted.

“Alright,” he agreed, moving his hips in a slower rhythm than you were expecting. He wanted you to get used to his girth before he ruined you. His thrusts were calculated and meant to pleasure you as much as they were to satisfy him. You moaned and dragged your fingernails along his toned back, scratching against his muscles. His eyes were trained on you, watching your every reaction. “Feels good?” He asked.

“Yes, f-feels amazing,” you praised him. You watched his giant frame flex and cater towards you, making you become hotter by the second.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Your pussy feels so good.” His thrusts become quicker, and his hips slammed into yours, forcing your body down onto the cushioned table. You cried out at the feeling of his cock going deeper into you. His cock head split you open even more. The cushioned table began moving at the pace of Iwaizumi’s thrusts, making the whole thing shake and smack into the tiled floor.

“Mm! Ah!” you screamed. The sound of Iwaizumi’s cock against your wet pussy fills the room along with your sounds. Iwaizumi’s grunts are harsh and jagged while his breaths fan your neck. His green eyes lulled a dark color as his thrusts began to become erratic as his orgasm was approaching.

“Fuck,” he cursed again. “‘M getting close.” He leaned down and kissed you while his cock began twitching within you. Your cries were swallowed by Iwaizumi’s lips, which molded against yours perfectly.

Before Iwaizumi came, he pulled out of your pussy and fucked his fist before cumming all over your stomach. His warm cum dripped down to your lower abdomen and drenched your thighs, making a mess on your body.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for there to be that much of a mess,” Iwaizumi apologized, seeing how much of his cum landed on your frame. “I’ll clean you up.”

“Don’t worry, I like your cum on me,” you told him. He kissed you again and after got off the table to find you a clean washcloth. When he did, he returned to you and washed off the mess he made on you.

“You were amazing for me,” he complimented. You couldn’t help but smile sweetly from his words.

“As much as I would love to stay here longer, we should probably get going before the night cleaners find us,” Iwaizumi told you.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed, and he helped you off the table by giving you his hand. The two of you dressed quickly and left the treatment center. And before you parted ways, you had one more thing to tell your superior. “Next time, Iwaizumi, you don’t have to pull out. I’d rather have your cum inside me.”

“I like the sound of that promise,” he said.

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭

© alberichness 2023, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, use for ai, copy, translate, or repost my content on any platform. comments, reblogs, and likes are loved

[heartdaichi]

cw // nsfw, minors dni

a/n : as a girl with glasses, this is very accurate

iwaizumi is the type of guy who believes that girls with glasses are secretly the biggest sluts. when he says girls with glasses, he means the ones who really can’t see, and have to wear them 24/7. he absolutely adores them.

which is why he’s dating you, his cute little gf who can’t see an inch in front of her without her specs on. seeing you push up the wired frame on the bridge of your nose sends a warm flood of pride to his heart at the thought of having someone so cute all to himself.

iwa also loves the fact that in public, you act all modest and shy when really, he knows what you’re truly like behind closed doors ; a pretty, needy girl in specs who goes down on her knees just to get her weekly fill from her oh-so-loving boyfriend.

“this what you want, baby? you want me to cum in this pretty cunt?” iwa fucks you into the bed, paying no attention to the way your glasses ride up on your nose as he pushes your face into the pillows. “like this?”

by the satisfied sigh you let out, iwa knows your brain has turned into a happy pile of mush. the way you groan at every thrust tells him a lot too, and it has him pulling your back flush against his chest and your chin locked in his palm as his hips snap rhythmically against yours.

he drinks in the way your eyes cross through the lenses of your glasses, clouded with the vapour from your heated pants. your tongue rests on your bottom lip and you look like you’re drowning in absolute bliss, and iwa decides that that this is a moment he wants to keep forever.

so, he pulls out his phone, opens the camera app and positions it just so your face takes up the majority of the frame. “smile, doll.” your eyes drift to the screen and you smile weakly, your glasses askew and your lips swollen from his rough kisses.

iwa pulls back the phone and smiles at your toothy grin lighting up the screen. he loves his dumb little glasses wearing gf <3

© hiraizens 2022 — all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission.

[musings-and-moans]

homewrecker

submission for: @cirigiri's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — the friend’s husband) AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june. also, this is part 1, part 2 is coming out on the 21st, and part 3 during kinktober <3

features: friend's husband!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) | song: homewrecker - marina | wc: 4185 | part 2 | part 3

summary: while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn't the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa's wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, and things start to take a spicy turn. | visual inspiration: this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD) and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl (yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j /lh)

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume @sweetsbysatori (your inputs are so so valuable ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (this wouldn't have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena's called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) 'cause iwaizumi's speaking in a slurred voice, please lmk if i miss out on any tags

a/n: this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it's writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it's only for the sake of the plot y'all. but i honestly loved writing this, i'd been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don't ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, minors please dni, i will block you.

9th May 2021. 7:00pm, San Juan, Argentina

The waves from the cerulean sea kissed your toes as you were sitting near the shoreline in Del Bono with your elbows on the clear sand. The incandescent moon shone light on your shimmery silver dress and sand-covered feet which had become sore after running away from the izakaya after one of your colleagues shared the news where you learned that your husband, the setter of Club Atletico San Juan, Tooru Oikawa, was rumored to have cheated on you with your best friend since university, Serena Mendoza. You heaved a long drawn sigh as you felt something punching your gut as you then sat up with your hands hugging your stomach, writhing in agony, and tears welling in your eyes. Your heart broke for your daughter, as you wondered whether she heard the news about her father, and wondered whether her classmates would eventually make fun of her. She was at no fault of this at all, but was unnecessarily caught in this crossfire. 

Wiping the tears from your waterline, for a moment you think about Serena, one of the richest, most popular and good looking girls at the University of California at Irvine, who became your best friend over your course of study at the university. She was regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in your university. Everyone wanted to be her, some wanted to be with her, and you, (Y/N) (L/N), having moved to the States from Japan, had considered yourself very lucky to befriend her. 

The day after you two graduated from uni, you two were lying on one of the sands of the California beaches. You let the sand below you cling to you as you wore a swimsuit with every inch of the fabric hugging your skin especially after you’d gone for a swim, while Serena wore her black V-neck one-piece swimsuit, her body and her long, wavy blonde locks basked in the glory of the sunshine, waiting for you to get back. As you two were lying down, soaking in the sun, Serena said, “You know something? Someday, it would be nice for us to get married to a pair of best friends, wouldn’t it?” As the water kisses your feet, you turn to Serena and add, “Famous best friends, maybe? And if we end up getting a high profile job too, someday we wouldn’t have to worry about our life, y’know? ‘Cause we’d be living a life of luxury,” chuckling amongst yourselves.

Boy, how you were wrong.

10th May 2021. 7:00am, Tokyo, Japan

“We now begin this special program with breaking news as we see clips showing the well known setter for the San Juan Volleyball Team, Tooru Oikawa, walking out of his hotel with someone other than his wife. Sources say…”

As Iwaizumi was told by Atsumu Miya, one of his athletes that he was training for the Olympics, to watch the news online through his iPad,  the world came to a standstill for him. He was beyond disbelief, seeing his wife and the mother of their son, as the mystery woman who was scuttling inside the hotel with Oikawa’s arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips. He could make out that it was Serena through her blonde tresses, and the emerald earrings that he gave her for their anniversary.

“Haji,” he heard her calling for him once more, interrupting his train of thought, but the voice that once brought him joy now wrung his heart, causing him to be in profound agony. He turned in the direction of the gradually unfamiliar voice as he noticed Serena walking out of their bedroom in her work attire. She’d seen a little frantic, when she asked him, “Haji, where’s our son?” Furrowing his eyebrows at her, the athletic trainer responded, “That’s not something you needed to know,” then shrugged his shoulders to continue, “given that you don’t care for him anyway, but I’d already contacted my parents to take him in.” Serena widened her eyes in shock, raising her voice, “How dare you! He’s our son! How dare you make such decisions without consulting me?” 

Approaching her, Hajime confronted his wife, and replied, “Serena, you lost that right. Not when you chose to go to Buenos Aires for the trip. You lost the right to call me your husband and Kaito as our son, when you decided to fuck my best friend,” raising his voice at the end and pointing a finger towards her. Serena’s mouth gaped wide open as he told her, “Atsumu showed me the news. That bastard woke me up at 7am! I’m glad that he did though, because you cheated on me, and betrayed your best friend, by sleeping with my asshole of a best friend! Oh my god, do you have any idea what she must be going through?” In the midst of the long argument, initially she kept denying it, saying, “No, Haji, that’s so not true. I just met him and caught up with him. That’s all,” and she kept trying to change the topic, but fate wasn’t on her side as she got a ping on the phone from Oikawa. He snatched the phone from her and then saw a notification from the beguiling devil himself. As he opened the phone, the text gave him enough reasonable doubt to confirm his suspicions:

“Serena-chan, what are we gonna do? (Y/N)-chan hasn't seen the news yet, has Iwa-chan? How are we going to explain this without getting caught?”

His olive-green irises started seeing red, but instead of deciding to lash out at Serena, which even she expected, an idea sparked into his head. He took a deep breath and he then proceeded to dial your number. As you lifted the phone, he was met with your ragged breaths and sniffles, as you replied with a lump in your throat, “Hello, Iwaizumi?” For a moment, when he heard you, he felt your heart break along with his, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of you. 

He’d known you and Serena since the time you three studied together in Irvine. You and Iwaizumi did not have much in common, but you two were willing to be a part of each other’s interests. You two would watch Godzilla together while you would take him along with Serena out on a drive. Whether it was playing volleyball, playing in the arcade, or sipping on some horchata while gorging on some tacos, you loved to hang outdoors. You two slowly started to become thick as thieves, and you started to have feelings for him.

However, when he confessed one day that he had feelings for Serena, it caused your heart to break inside and you were a little jealous of her, but you had kept all the negativity aside, resigning yourself to thinking that he would never be interested in you to begin with. So, when Oikawa dropped by to visit Iwaizumi, the former ace introduced you to his childhood best friend who started shadowing his idol, the former setter-turned-coach Jose Blanco, when he joined the Club Atletico San Juan, one of the most popular teams in the Argentinian Volleyball Federation.

Tooru had once come across as smug initially, but he eventually captured your heart over you two having a lot more in common with each other, and you had similar experiences growing up. You two eventually fell in love with each other, and you and Tooru and Serena and Hajime got married on the same day. While Hajime and Serena worked in the States, the former gaining American citizenship, you had worked with Serena for a while, until you and Oikawa moved to Argentina, with him gaining Argentinian citizenship.

“Hi, it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked you, in a softer tone, causing Serena to open her mouth in shock. Taking a long drawn breath, you responded with a quivering voice, “It has, but it’s sad we’re talking under these circumstances.” He nodded, inquiring while Serena widened her eyes, “When did you find out?” Drooping your shoulders, you continued, “I was at an izakaya with my co-workers after we had a successful presentation. Before coming here, it felt really awkward. Many of my co-workers were giving me weird looks throughout the day, until some of them decided to treat me to a drink in the evening. You know that she and I decided to be colleagues in the American Volleyball Association where Kuroo-san referred us before I transferred to Argentina, right? So, I contacted my boss after knowing the news and he granted me permission to work from home. I’ve never done this, Iwa! I take pride in going to work everyday, and I just…” 

You couldn’t speak anymore because you’d started sobbing, smearing your makeup. Iwa repeatedly called your name to calm you down, while flashing his hand at Serena to stop her from walking towards him. Having gained your attention, you replied, “I don’t know what to do, I’m going to be booking a cab home as of now.” He then interrupted you by saying, “Before you do that, I think you need to call Oikawa. This needs to be talked about.” Your eyes widened as fear and anger gripped you, snarking, “wait, is that bitch here?” He hummed in response, causing you to respond, “you know what? Let’s do that. Also, please put the phone on speaker.” 

While Serena does not move an inch, Hajime put the phone in front of him and turned on the speaker, while side-eyeing at her. After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice was heard out loud. “Ola, mi amõr. What's up? Practice is wrapping up, so I’m on my way home. What do you want for dinner?” The whole room could sense that he was acting like nothing happened. Then you continued, “Tooru, I saw the news. I know that you’re having an affair with Serena.” An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room, before Oikawa breaks it, replying in an act of defiance, “Baby, it's not what it looks like,” when Hajime chimed in, exclaiming with seething rage, “So what is it then, Shittykawa, ‘cause it looks like you're all over my wife!” 

Serena then cried out, “Tooru, I did not tell him anything,” with you interrupting her, saying, “Shut up, bitch, no one wants to listen to you!” Tooru was shocked, and he softly replied, “Mi amor, can we talk about this by ourselves, at home? I’m so sorry–” Shaking your head, you retorted, “Nah. You’re only sorry that you got caught. So, either we can’t talk about it at all, or we can talk about it now since you decided to embarrass not just yourself, but all four of us on an international stage. Do you know how many weird looks I got today? Huh? I'd have to call my boss for some days off or to work from home, because paparazzi would probably be fucking hounding my office, putting my job at risk, so I'm at the beach, and I’ll be going back home now, and I’m sure the cameras have reached there too,” you shrug and raise your voice, continuing, “packing our bags, and taking Melina with me to Tokyo, where you’re not going to follow me, do you understand, Oikawa?” 

During this time, Oikawa gets a call from Jose Blanco, his coach, and Iwaizumi from Fuki Hibarida, the coach of the Japanese National Volleyball Team. Both of them were urged to put the phone via a conference call, where everyone was present. You muted your side of the call out of respect but didn't cut the call. Instead, you got up, rustled your dress, and booked a cab home. “Oikawa,” Blanco spoke first, “you’re our most important player in the team, so how is it that your dirty laundry is now aired?” Hibarida continued, “we’ve decided to arrange the conference call, because one, we know that you two have been friends growing up, so this better be fixed somehow, and two, the Olympics are on the way and we don’t want any bad press to affect our games. So, you two better fucking get it together or both of you're off your respective teams, because we're not going to risk our image by being associated with that mess.” Nodding with a single tear streaming down his cheek, Hajime responded, “We are so sorry, Hibarida-san and Blanco-san for all the chaos that’s been happening. I’ll be organizing a press conference tomorrow and come clean. I hope Oikawa does the same, because a lot is at stake here, including our friendship, which has already gone to the dogs. Have a good day, both of you.” 

When both of them hung up, you unmuted yourself and continued speaking, “I’m home now. I’m telling our daughter  that we’re taking an impromptu trip to her grandparents’ place, in Miyagi. Hajime, since our parents live nearby, why don’t you bring your son there?” With a soft smile on his face, he replied, “Already did that, (y/n). It will be nice for our kids to bond. Where will you be staying?” 

“I’ll be staying over at a friend’s place,” you continued, “We’ll be in touch, Haji. But before I hang up, I want to ask the both of you something. Tooru, what did she give you that I couldn't? Serena, what did he give you that Hajime couldn’t provide? What could have been so lacking in our respective marriages, that you, Tooru sought it out in not just any woman, but the wife of your best friend for almost 2 decades? The same question goes to you too, Serena.” Both of them sheepishly replied, “I don't know,” making both you and Iwaizumi even more furious. You then hung up and tried to find a way to collect your emotions and move out to a friend’s place with your daughter before you move back to Tokyo the next day.

On the following day, Hajime and Tooru organized a press conference at their respective places, and Tooru was the first to speak, “Good evening everyone. This press conference is being held to come clean and ensure that our Olympic game is not jeopardized. The rumors are true: I did have an affair with Iwaizumi's wife. All of us have known each other since college days, and Iwaizumi and I grew up together. So, this in no way excuses my actions, or our actions. We were drunk, we acted impulsively without thinking about the impact it would have on our partners We are sorry—not only to everyone we disappointed, but especially to our partners whom we betrayed in one of the most intimate ways. Having said that, it was a one time thing that never should have happened, and all we can do is ask for forgiveness,” half-lying in the end. Then Hajime continued, “Our families request privacy as we figure out how to move forward after this scandal. So, I hope that all of you will respect our decisions in this matter. And to those who are fans of the team and of the sport of volleyball, I request that this isolated incident should not affect your love for it at all. Above all, we’ll always be fans of the sport, no matter what. The press conference ends here.”

Days have passed since you moved out of Argentina back to Tokyo, and you and Hajime had told Serena and Tooru that you two were separating from the both of them. Upon reaching Tokyo, you’d contacted your childhood friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, who was now a sports promoter at the Japan Volleyball Association, who gave you a separate house to live in for a couple of days, and was even willing to refer you for a spot in the JVA, should you wanted to come back to work. You responded, saying that you would think it over. In the meantime, Iwaizumi moved out of the house and contacted his other best friends, Issei Matsukawa and Hanamaki Takahiro. “Bro, we’re really sorry that that happened and you can stay with either one of us,” Mattsun replied over the phone, “however, Oikawa was lying about one thing. It was not a one time thing, Iwaizumi. They’d been sleeping with each other even when you all were just dating.” Hajime felt a sinking feeling within him when he learnt of the dirty little secret.

Despite all the four settling with each other in different countries, Oikawa and Serena had a secret that neither Hajime nor you were aware of. Even though Tooru and Serena loved you two a lot, enough to want to start families  with the both of you, they loved each other differently. The secret glances they shared, the trips they would secretly take to meet each other, the marks they had to hide and everything else surrounding their years of tryst were oblivious to you two. They were never caught, except by some of his Argentinian friends who tried to convince him to stop the affair, until now. Mattsun had eventually learned of this the month before the press leak, when he ended up snooping through Oikawa’s phone when he’d come to Japan for some time before the Olympics. Mattsun told Makki and while the both of them confronted Oikawa and told him to inform Hajime, he said that he would, but since they knew that he wouldn’t, Makki left an anonymous tip to the press who started tracking them, hence the press leak. The day of the press leak, Oikawa lost his cool when he saw the only DM from Makki ‘cause they’d usually talk over the phone: “I hope you enjoy explaining your affair to the press, Oikawa :D”

The first few days went by very drearily, causing you to weep profusely. This affected you so much that it caused you to have sleepless nights and bouts of overeating and not eating at all. You were scared to go to work again so after a couple of days, you contacted your boss saying that you wanted to work from home until the situation died down. So, you started slowly gaining your energy back, and with employing a couple of self-care options, you were slowly feeling better yourself. This didn’t stop you from suddenly thinking about the whole situation without it constantly pricking you. You’d told Tooru that you wanted to be separated and you wanted time to think for yourself and the custody of your daughter. It was especially hard when you’d be in touch with your daughter and you were not able to say anything to her just yet. She may have your hair and your features but she had Tooru’s eyes, and it pained you to see her brown irises  and be reminded of him.

With Hajime, it was different. 

In any case, he kept to himself anyway. Nonetheless, people did still know him as an athletic trainer, and through a couple of viral videos of him working out, he was also referred to as a “DILF.” He never missed looking in the mirror since he started working out consciously and living a healthy lifestyle, and he was proud to see his muscle mass growing in the right places. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he would flex his biceps and admire the physique he was trying to build for himself. 

He was not ashamed of the way he looked. It may have bothered him that he was shorter than Tooru, but he was happy with how he lived. He was aware that Tooru was more popular with girls than he was. However, whenever Serena complimented him and told him that he still looked attractive and that she was lucky to be with him, he became much more at ease. But with her having cheated on him, he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, realizing that she may have been lying. He suffered a significant blow to his self-confidence, not only as a partner but also as a parent and a person. The moments he felt like not working out, he would skip it, but would be chided by Mattsun, Makki, and you. 

Everyday you’d check in with Hajime to figure things out as to how you two would be able to cope with everything. You were able to convince one of your old friends who work in the grocery store to deliver the groceries to Hajime so he could avoid the paparazzi, and since Kuroo gets his groceries delivered anyway, you don't have to go out either. This wasn’t just to calm everything down, it's also to salvage your images because you didn’t want people to pity you as the left-behind partners. You two were much more than that. Because life had been kicking the both of you hard, while you two were occasional drinkers, your quantities eventually started increasing. You two somehow found a way to sneak to each other’s houses without garnering unwanted attention. Even if it was for a brief moment, you two indulged in a temporary escape with each other, ignoring the reality that was haunting the both of you. 

One day, at his house, when you two were watching a comedy movie while hogging on some popcorn together, while laughing, your hand subconsciously landed on his thigh and then your eyes turned to each other. Your heart started to beat faster as your eyes landed on his. Ragged breaths were echoed throughout the room, as he closed the laptop. As he was cupping your cheeks and drew your face closer, he asked you slowly, gentlemanly, “(y/n), can I please-” and as you were about to give in to the temptation, your phone buzzed causing you to jolt from your carnal trance as your daughter called you. Sensing that you needed time to think about all that just happened, you told him that you were leaving and that you’d meet him later. 

As you finish speaking with your daughter, while driving back home, your mind then lingers back to the first time when you first saw him at the university's recreation center, his dark brown, spiky hair caught your attention and then his green eyes which truly captured your attention. In discussing the intramural tournaments with him as you were interested in signing up, you found his toned figure attractive. You were standing at the registration desk when Serena grabbed your arm and whispered into your ear, “oooh, did you notice the dickprint on his shorts?  Because that looks so satisfying,” and you did notice a slight bulge in his shorts as you glanced over at him.

He seemed to get the memo when your gaze meets his, as he winked at you, making your cheeks flush as you parted ways. Ever since then, over the years, whenever you touched yourself, as your fingers ran over your clit, everyday, even when you were married to Tooru, you still kept thinking of Hajime as you imagined him calling you, “baby,” as he thrusted himself inside you. You were scared to tell Serena about how you felt for him because they told you individually, and out of respect for both of them, you kept your feelings aside and you genuinely started to like Tooru, but you couldn’t stop thinking of Hajime. How could you? You were truly in love with him.

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that it was Hajime’s birthday coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him, than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long, but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy underwear under Hajime’s oversized volleyball shirt, turned on your vibrator, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially, you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increase the speed. You were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace mumbles in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. He takes your cheeks to bring you closer and begins to kiss you.

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Sexy time with Seijoh boys!

Fandom:Haikyuu Pairings:Oikawa,Iwaizumi X Fem!reader Genre:Smut Format:Drabble (its more than 100 words but still lol) Warnings:NSFW content,Ass slapping,Fingering,mentions of pet names(baby girl & princess) Word Count:0.4K

A/n:wrote smut drabbles for m'Inarizaki boys,so why not give it a try with these two? :D

Inarizaki Smut Drabble

↬Hajime Iwaizumi He's not mad at you,or that's what he told you at least; but then why was he slapping your ass so hard,lying on top of you while biting your ear lobe,enjoying the sight of you shivering with pleasure everytime his hands got close to your drooling cunt? he knew that you weren't flirting with his trainees, and he knew that you weren't trying to catch their attention on purpose,and he wasn't mad,but still… you have no right to be this gorgeous. and that was exactly what he told you before cupping your dripping pussy, smiling at your flushed salient cheeks. "whats the matter,baby girl? I havent even touched your cunt and its so wet for me already" "Haji-please,need you inside me…" your pretty voice,your pretty face,your pretty body, how could he even think about turning down the offer? Hajime Iwaizumi was not a fan of watching other peoples suffer,and you were no exception. "just say the word,darling"

↬Tooru Oikawa "T-Tooru..Mhm!" Oikawa didn't respond,he was to busy making out with your pussy to even talk to you,but he would be lying if he'd say that your quivery voice didn't turn him on.He liked it when you called his name,and what better time than when you were sitting on his face,moaning and desperately calling him by his first name,telling him how good his wild tongue felt againt your heated cunt? "let go baby,i wanna hear your pretty voice" he whispered as he got a taste of your juicy clit,gently rubbing his tongue on it to see your reaction,suddenly sucking on it without any warning whan he saw how stubborn you were,trying to hold back your voice. "Sh-shit! ah! Tooru! p-please!" "please what,princess?" he innocently looked up to meet your eyes,half open from the Euphoric feeling you were experiencing.of course he knew what you wanted,but he wasn't done with you yet. not until hes satisfied with swallowing all of your juices. you wanted to tell him how empty you felt without his pretty cock against your walls, how well he was treating you and how lucky you were to have him by your side, but all of your thoughts disappeared from your mind the minute his tongue slipped inside you. "A-ah!!"

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@kasrua ship & prompt: “Hands behind your back” w/ Hajime Iwaizumi ˚₊˚✧🏐✧˖°🇯🇵

How risky would it be if during half-time of a match, where Hajime should be looking after his team, advising them and motivating them, he is in the farthest locker room of the sports center fucking you because he didn't have enough time to do it that morning?

A lot, you would say, but there you were, having a quickie before returning to your respective affairs.

"Fuck... I love it when you fuck me like that, so good, so - deep, aah"

"You like being my dirty secret huh? You couldn't help but tease me from the bleachers so, here you go, getting what you want" the struggle to keep quiet was inevitable, because fuck, it was impossible not to melt in pleasure listening to the wet and quickly hip thrusts in your ass, and the sound of cum juice bouncing in your pussy with each new thrust. It was a hard thing to deal with.

"Come on... you feel it?"

"Yeah... fuck yes... don't stop Haji, harder, hah!"

"Holy shit" his eyes flew to the floor, where a small puddle began to form. "I'm filling you up so good baby, the way I like it"

“Ah- ahh Haji… mmm s’ good, so good here, give me more, m-more”

"What do ya want?”

"Your... y-your cum, I need you to fill me up please" you swore as his cock grew a little bigger inside you, the fruit of your walls pressing against him every time you let him abuse your fragile spot a little more.

“Shit, you’re clenching down so tightly babe” one of his hands rushed to open your ass to get a better view of his cock being cruelly sucked into your pussy. “Hands behind your back, I’ll give ya what ya need right - fucking - now” with the other he managed to grab both your wrists and make sure they were securely fastened before making a walking fucking mess of you.

“Hajiiii fuck! Cum- Hah - aah!” the itch on the tip of your nose warned you before short tears ran down your cheeks, cumming hard on your husband's cock, not giving a thought to your surroundings, just you and him in your mind, enjoying the fucking moment.

“So fucking pretty… get ready ‘cause I'm gonna fill ya up so fucking hard you'll come to me begging for more, baby"

A.N.: Just think about this scene with Hajime wearing a navy blue polo shirt with a japanese flag and an ear ring. Think about his fuCKING GREEN EYES DEVOURING YOUR ASS MFGGDJSSGHHFKSHD

[p-antomime]

Aye baby, how you doin'? what's ur thoughts about stepdad!iwaiumi and dads best friend!Oikawa (it can be inverse too) luv u kiki!!

nonnie OH MY GOD, YOU GOT MY ATTENTION! my full attention! i was doing alright but when i read your ask i got a lot better!

୧ tws. : stepcest, undertones of manipulation, age gap, breeding!kink, spying, overstimulation, cum play, corruption!kink, degradation.

iwaizumi is the kind of stepfather who is firm but makes small gestures to show his affection, he always pays attention to what you show interest in, what food you like, what movies you prefer to watch. iwaizumi is really caring and oikawa is literally the longest friend he has, especially since they both continued working in the volleyball business after high school.

and it was at one of oikawa's practices that you would end up meeting him, who is so charming and charismatic and, above all, stubborn. so stubborn that, despite iwaizumi saying that he would rather not meet with you alone with the excuse that you might feel uncomfortable; it is iwaizumi's responsibility to make you feel comfortable and happy being your stepdad, right?

but, uncomfortable? with oikawa? it's impossible to feel that way, he's so nice, so caring, so easygoing, so lovely, truly an older man who gives you the attention you sometimes lack. that's why it was so easy for him to spend time alone with you in the afternoon, with his eyes silently assessing your body while trying to convince himself that you were "off limits," after all, even though you were of age you were still his best friend's precious stepdaughter. he couldn't afford to have iwaizumi even dream that every night his best friend was busy overstimulating his own cock at the thought of his pretty little girl.

you were off limits.

or maybe not.

you could get him in trouble with iwaizumi, but it was worth trying just a little, right? even if it was just a little kiss! and, in fact, that was the idea: just to kiss you on a day that oikawa went to your shared house with iwaizumi when he was excused from training early and your stepdad was still busy, but oikawa's pretty hands went too far… caressing your waist, squeezing your ass, cupping your tits and rubbing your nipples over the thin pajama top.

it was almost as if you were asking, inviting him to take it further, to fuck you in the bed of the only guy who should exist in your life.

oikawa would almost feel guilty if your pussy wasn't so tight and your body wasn't so hot, ready to be groped anywhere. in reality, the only thing he felt was ecstasy watching you moving up and down on his long cock, so much ecstasy that he couldn't even hear the sounds of iwaizumi's keys turning and opening the door to the front room of the house.

and iwaizumi felt horrified to think that you had brought another guy home, he had already told you that he didn't want those disgusting guys from your college there! but, thank god your stepdad didn't open the door at once: there was a small gap open and he could clearly see who was below you letting you ride him like a cheap little whore. oikawa, of course. how dare him? touching you that way? kissing you that way? railing you that lewd way?

iwaizumi felt sick. sickeningly horny. for the first time in a long time, it is worth pointing out. his dick made his pants tighten around his thighs, his cheeks burned in disbelief. how could he feel like getting off in front of that scene? at the thought of seeing his perfect little girl being completely corrupted and having her pussy used as if it was just meant to be? icky! iwaizumi felt dirty and yet he couldn't stop himself before he was groping his own dick over his pants.

oikawa, on the other hand, would have already been able to see you stepdad through that gap as he pulled you down to stand still while his cock kept going in and out, stretching and rearranging. a little smirk appeared on his lips and he immediately started pounding straight against your sweetest and most sensitive spot to make you moan louder and your stepfather have some good fap material; tooru just didn't expect him to come so fast as he felt you clenching hard around his shaft for the nth time. and iwaizumi, on the other side of the door, had to cover his mouth to keep from moaning at the sight of the cum fillets running down your thighs and making a mess.

soon after, before you could even normalize your breathing or continue to fuck, your stepfather's best friend would pull out, manhandle your body to leave you with legs spread and facing the bedroom door and hiss in its direction before gesturing to iwaizumi, "you've been watching us for a long time, iwa-chan, don't you wanna feel the real thing of your princess? i assure you it's so tight you'll never pull out of her."

the door slowly opened and you tried to cover yourself as soon as your stepdad made himself present in the room, but oikawa held you completely exposed, your folds spread out for your leaking entrance with his cum to be seen completely, until iwaizumi stopped in front of your body with his cock already released from his pants.

"'Jime, I can—" you were about to say you could explain, but one of his hands placing itself on your swollen hypersensitive clit and rubbing it made you moan loudly.

"i never thought i'd have a girl as slutty as you under my roof," iwaizumi spoke pumping his cock and raising his gaze to face oikawa, "but, it's not exactly a bad surprise," he spoke pulling you forward and placing you already next to his dick.

your stepdad grabbed his best friend by the back of the neck, pulling him forward until he could glue lips to his ear to whisper, "don't you fucking dare to cum inside her again, jackass"; all while slamming deep inside you and fucking oikawa's cream deeper inside you.

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[bokutosmochi]

nsfw iwaizumi headcannons

what's it? smut sugar level? 0.7k allergen warning/s? dubcon, somnophilia, public sex, spanking, breeding, facefucking regulars? @hanayanetwork​

♧ doesn't really get jealous easily. he has all the confidence in the world so why would he? he knows he's all that and more. when he does though, his partner's in for a wild ride. doesn't stop until his partner's sobbing on his dick at the overstimulation. he's rough and fast, the slaughter he unleashes upon their body leaves bruises the next day, fingertip shaped ones on their hips, their thighs, their waist, everywhere his hands were the night before.

♧ fucks his partner real nice when they're stressed. or when they're overthinking something and he knows he has to intervene so they don't spiral or anything. after all, he knows they can face whatever is troubling them, they just need a little distraction for time being.

♧ if his partner has upset him and they're being punished, iwaizumi will fuck them until they're unconscious and even then, he doesn't stop. will continue rutting into their pussy and breeding them until they're so full of his cum.

♧ has a love-hate relationship with car sex. on one hand, he loves how dirty it is. how he can take his partner just like that - with their consent of course!! - in public. he finds it exciting how they can get caught, or specifically, if anyone has the guts to come up to the car because every time he has done did it with his partner, people most definitely knew. how could they ignore the sounds coming from the vehicle and how it shook? on the other hand, he hates the space available, or lack thereof. they're squished like a can of sardines and he can barely bounce them on his cock and it's impossible to make them take him in the way he wants. much like their cunt, it is way too warm and tight, but not in a good way.

♧ all his friends - including the japan national volleyball team - loves to tease him about how he's so whipped for his partner. how he's probably vanilla because he doesn't want to risk hurting his partner, but only his partner and him knows how he buries himself to the hilt every single time they fuck, or how he loves fucking his partner while they're on their hands and knees and how he relishes in grabbing his partner's hair and yanking it so hard it elicits a moan out of them that would've been embarrassing if anyone else other than hajime was with them.

♧ praises everyone he sleeps with about how they're so tight when in reality it's just because he's big-big. obviously everyone's going to be tight when you're several inches above average iwa 🙄.

♧ if his partner teases him about how he's the shortest third year during his time in seijoh, they're asking for it. much like with yaku, you do not mention iwaizumi hajime's height.

♧ looooves having his partner sat on his lap. he pretends to hate it whenever they grind down on him while he's in a call with shittykawa, but he loves it. would be very upset if they stopped doing it.

♧ groans and grunts a lot!! it's the hottest thing ever!! moans in his partner's ear about how good they feel and it just gets them wetter!

♧ loves spanking his partner so much!! he doesn't even care about the size of his partner's ass - he doesn't care if they're big or flat - all he cares about is having his partner bend over his lap and ass up in the air for him. that's literally it.

♧ loves breeding, but strictly as a kink. he doesn't want to have children, yet he can't help himself from saying stuff like gonna fill this pussy up with my cum, gonna fucking breed you, or take my fucking cum, princess while pushing all the spilt cum back into his partner's pussy.

♧ loooves facefucking his partner. loves to grab a handful of their hair and just thrust his cock in and out of their mouth, using them like a fleshlight. he likes having control over the pace.

♧ he likes the concept of public sex, but hates the thought of actually getting caught. he would Die if him and his partner got caught fucking in the fitting rooms pls. on the other hand, he would probably arrange a gangbang roleplay where his trusted friends would pretend to walk into the both of you though

♧ a grunt/groaner. he doesn't really dirty talk a lot. he can, and boy oh boy is he good at it, but he just doesn't when foreplay is over and he's already ramming his fat cock inside of his partner.

♧ gets off to the thought of his partner feeling good because of him. seeing his partner all wet for him when he's barely done anything to them will turn him on more than them getting on their knees in front of him.

[hajiwhoresworlds]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOML

[iwaizumis-bitch]

NSFW ALPHABET + hajime iwaizumi

note: happy birthday the absolute love of my life, not proofread

content warnings: overuse of 🥺🥺, sex sex sex, it’s a nsfw alphabet it’s all sex headcanons.

A= aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

he’s such a gentleman!! he gently pulls his cock out of you, planting a kiss on your forehead. he tells you how good you were, helping you walk to the bathroom and giving you the privacy to do your business. he’ll change the sheets then hop in the shower with you, letting you stand under the shower head so you weren’t cold. wraps you up in a fluffy towel & helps blowdry your hair☹️❤️. gives you one of his tees and a pair of boxers or sweats to wear and snuggles with you until you fall asleep.

B= body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

his favourite body part of his own are definitely his arms. he loves how easily he’s able to cage you between them, it gives him a power rush. especially his biceps, it gives him such an ego boost when he sees you checking them out.

his favourite body part of yours is your waist. it brings him such comfort just having his hand on it or arm wrapped around it. it’s the easiest way for him to protect you, he can just pull your body against his in a split second. also he holds onto it when hitting from the back.

C= cum (anything that has to do with it)

his cum is sooo thick🥺🥺. and there’s so much of it, he gets embarrassed. you love it though!! super yummy because yk he’s always eating healthy!! it’s sweet with a tang of salty bitterness and has a lovely aftertaste. he prefers to cum inside of you but if not he loves to just pull out and cum all over your pussy, watching as all of the creamy cum slides down to your asshole.

D= dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

loves hairy pussies so much!! he thinks it’s so hot that you don’t stick to the gender norms of having to shave it! rubs his nose against them whilst he sucks on your clit, humming at the feeling of them tickling him! will definitely help you trim it now and then but never too short.

E= experience (do they know what they’re doing)

mmm if we’re talking about college haji he’s definitely so inexperienced. he can barely contain a handy, let alone your mouth or pussy wrapped around him. gets more confidence over the years and becomes so experienced! plus he’s studying sports science so he’d learn a lot about women’s bodies 😉

current day iwa......god. he is ready to quite literally pound your pussy whenever you need it. he knows exactly where to angle his cock to have you gushing around him, all whilst toying with your soppy clit. 100/10, worth all the years it took.

F= favorite position

oasis or against the wall! loves any position where he's able to control the pace tbh. he loves being able to nip at your décolletage or perky nipples (when they're not bouncing around). he's down for any position that'll make you comfortable.

G= goofy (how serious are they)

he's serious 85% percent of the time. sex is a really intimate thing for him, and he takes both his own and your pleasure very seriously. there'll be the occasional tipsy sex where you're too giggly to take him seriously, and he adores it. there's no greater pleasure for him than feeling you pull away from his lips to break into a fit of drunken giggles.

H= hair (grooming habits)

oh my GOD. he has the thickest happy trail 🥺🥺. it starts just below his navel and trails down to his cock, thick 'n curly hair, just makes him look and feel more manly. his arms and legs are also really hairy & he used to be insecure abt it but now he knows how much you love all his hair so he loves it :')

I= intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

he's romantic most of the time. like i said^^^ he takes sex seriously and enjoys the intimacy of being inside of you. that's not to say he'll be rough when you're acting like a brat. if you're playing up or teasing he's not gonna be having it. he'll shove your face into the pillows and fuck you from behind, calling you a whore for his cock.

J= jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he used to jerk off every night before you guys got together, always thinking of you. now that you two are actually together, he doesn't really need to because he has you, always eager to suck or sit on his cock. when he's away for games, he's always sending u nut vids of him standing over the phone as he grunts about how he wishes his hand was your pussy.

K= kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

he likes being tied up!! sometimes after a long day of yelling and stressing about his athletes, all he needs is for you to bound his wrists to the bed post and sink to your knees below him. you know how stressed he is, so you spend no time teasing him, rather taking him down your throat and sucking until his cockhead squirts his cum all down it.

L= location (where they like to get it on)

ooo! he definitely loved shower sex. yk his big arms aren't gonna drop you, he's so confident he can press you up against the shower wall with just one arm. also it's very convenient because y'all can clean up right there and he won't be tempted to go for a round two (most of the time, at least)

M= motivation (things that turn them on)

lingerie!!!! he loves seeing you in any lingerie, lacy, satin, cotton, you name it and it'll have him all over you. he likes creams, whites, and the occasional black colours on your body, but after you surprised him with that hot pink set once, he decided he doesn't care about colours either.

N= no (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

not into any kind of anal, on him or you.

O= oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

prefers giving over receiving because ur moans boost his ego. the only man on earth who can make you cum five times in 20 minutes. he can’t even go a day without his tongue lapping up all of your cum & juices.

not to say he doesn’t like receiving head!! he just gets shy because he can’t hold in all his moans🥺, and thinks it makes him less masculine but it’s quite possible the hottest thing you’ve ever heard.

Q= quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

doesn’t like quickies bc he knows if he starts he won’t stop :((. but if ur are very very very needy he’ll make u cum in a couple minutes it’s fine.

R= risk (do they like to try new things)

tbh he’s not very keen on trying new things you’ll definitely have to push him a lot and he will eventually try and if he doesn’t like it it’s fine!! if he does....you are in for a long night

S= stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

3 rounds standard. can go for 4 or even 5 if he’s feeling extra pent up. hmmmm the first two/three rounds are pretty slow but for the last one/s he’s definitely releasing all of his stamina!! rip to ur pussy

T= toys (do they like to use toys on themselves/you)

oooo he definitely uses a bullet vibrator on you. will press it right up against your clit and nipples and watch u squirm underneath him🥺🥺

himself?? he’ll never tell a soul but during away games when his hand just isn’t doing it and you’re already asleep, he’ll bull it out and use it on the tip of his cock!!

U= unfair (how do they tease)

he knows how much you love his voice. he is not opposed to leaning down and whispering in your ear ‘how fucking hot you look look right now’, and ‘how much i wanna taste your little cunt’, in the middle of a dinner with your family. the way your thighs squeeze together and you start to shift around AAAA he loves it

V= volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

for the first few rounds it’s definitely just the low grunts. he’ll let out deep little ‘fuck baby’s, and ‘oh yeah? that feel good?’, to tease u and let u know how good ur making him feel.

ooo but when he’s close to cumming he starts to let out those deep moans and his breathing gets waaaaay heavier

W= wild card (random headcanon of any sort)

he loves to be tied up and dommed every once in a while! sometimes when he comes home from a stressful day all he needs you to do is tie his wrists to the bedpost and just tease and suck on the tip of his cock.

X= x-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

i have thought about this so much and i can't decide if he would be 7 or 8 inches. im going to be very specific here and say 7.8 inches. he's tanned, and has bigggg balls. his tip is dark pink, and he always has so much pre cum, you don't even need lube.

Y= yearning (sexdrive level)

he’s not constantly horny, but he’s pretty much close to being just that with the sex life you two have. he can get through most work days without getting a hard on, but yk...maybe you wanna tease him sometimes. send him a few pics of the new bra you got, see how long it takes for him to come up with some excuse and drive home.

Z= zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

he’s definitely sleepy after but he makes sure you’re alright and cleaned up before he dozes off