#hajime iwaizumi x reader

[furuyalover]

Hey bae! Can I request the song Something Stupid by Frank Sinatra, with any of the Haikyuu boys for your music event? - 🫧

somethin’ stupid | mars & her music event

"and then i go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like 'i love you'"

— ft. iwaizumi hajime

AN: tysm for ur request! this was so much fun to write & ty for joining my event! for any readers int in participating, more info ab it here ! also this is on the longer side so cozy up, & get ready for some iwa fluff

"i know i stand in line, until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me..."

you were at a semi-formal event put on by your school, aoba johsai. despite the amount of people there, the ballroom in which the ball took place had a tranquil atmosphere. seeing your classmates in an elegant manner, looking at some of them and thinking oh wow they clean up nice, it was a rather lovely change of pace. however, only one student in particular really caught your eye. that student, of course, was the one and only, iwaizumi hajime.

he looked radiant. you've really never seen him in anything outside of his school and volleyball uniforms, so he was really a sight for sore eyes. the suit he wore was well-tailored, but you could still make out the defined muscles on his biceps. he was so elegant and well mannered in this setting, and it certainly helped that his best friend sitting next to him was being as obnoxious as usual, making iwaizumi's polished manner even more apparent,

hajime also had his eyes set on someone, you. he only ever sees you at school, in your required uniforms, so he was stricken with adornment when he saw you tonight. he had always admired you, had even a secret crush on you, (which of course was obvious to the whole volleyball team based off how much he mentions you) seeing you dressed so lovely, and looking even more beautiful than usual, how could he not gaze at you like that? but when he saw you being approached by other students, telling you how gorgeous you looked, his insecurities got the best of him. why should i even try? they already have all these other guys romancing them, i wouldn't even stand a chance, he would mumble to himself. oh how little the boy knows..

"i practice everyday to find some clever lines to make the meaning come through. but then i think i'll wait til the evening gets late, and i'm alone with you..."

after talking it over with his best friend who sat beside him, tooru oikawa, he decided to just say screw it and muster up enough courage to talk to you. he & oikawa practiced exactly what he's going to say to you, since tonight will be the night he finally confesses to you. after ensuring that his words will be perfect, he gathers all his confidence to get up, and begin walking to where you're standing & talking to a few classmates.

"the time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue"

he slowly makes his way over to you, being sure that you aren't talking to anyone by the time he approaches you. everything is gonna go perfectly, he'll have the perfect moment to tell what he's been feeling all these months.

after finishing some conversations with friends, out of the corner of your eye you see a familiar face walking towards you. is iwaizumi really coming over here? oh my god this is really happening, shit i hope i look okay. you frantically pat down your hair and clothes, to make sure you hopefully look perfect by the time iwa sees you. when he finally gets to you, you notice something about him is different. he seems more reserved than usual, almost seemingly shy?

"iwaizumi! i didn't know if you were gonna make it today, great to see you!" you say smiling like an idiot. "please, call me hajime. great to see you too, you look stunning." flustered by his affection, you look down smiling to hide your beet red face. hajime is hit with relief because now you hopefully won't see how red he is himself. "hey don't wanna sound weird or anything, but would you wanna step outside with me for a sec? there's something i need to get off my chest." your eyes widened, nervous at what he could possibly have to say. but regardless you nod in agreement as he takes you outside.

the two of you gaze out to the sky, on the balcony just outside the venue of the formal, in partially comfortable partially awkward silence. "so, um, what was it you wanted to say?" you nervously ask to try and break the ever so loud silence. fuck. iwaizumi thought. all his practice with oikawa? yea, that all went out the window because suddenly his mind is going a million miles per minute. he has so many thoughts running through his head, but he just can't seem to find the words, nor the confidence, to voice them. but before you know, the stern and intimidating volleyball player you're used to turns into a rambling mess.

"and then i go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, 'i love you'..."

"i don't really know how to say this, but fuck it i'll just try" he starts. you take a step back to look at him, a little confused, but waiting to hear the rest. "y/n, i really like, maybe even love you. i don't know, i'm bad with feelings, but i do know that you're all i think about. i never shut up about you, and i think you're the most perfect person put on this earth. i know i'm not oikawa, and that you probably have tons of other guys who want you and i probably sound stupid but i jus-" he stops suddenly when realized that you've wrapped your arms around him and engulfed him in a hug. after hesitantly wrapping his muscular arms around you, he relaxes a bit more, and eases into your touch.

with the side of your face resting on his chest, you look up at him beaming. both of you blushing profusely, but neither of you pay any attention to that. after a moment of just staring at each other, you finally say with a smile "you are kinda stupid hajime, i like you too, maybe even love also. i don't know how you haven't picked up on that yet" this just makes iwaizumi pull you in tighter, it feels like all his dreams had just came true.

"oh my god he finally did it" "god it's about time" oikawa and hanamaki groan to each other. yes they watched this whole thing go down for a comfortable distance, partially to make fun of him but also just to support their close friend from afar

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[clubkira]

MARY ANN.

── HAJIME IWAIZUMI. ┊ HAIKYUU!!

“Ginger or Mary Ann?” A common question referring to the old American sitcom from the 1960’s “Gilligan’s Island” that essentially asked what type of girl you were into.

content. childhood friend!iwaizumi / f!reader. fluff. cali!iwa. longterm pining. vv short. LDR (kind of?).

haikyuu!! masterlist.

❥ love letter from vie. i shit this out last night and i can’t bring myself to make it into a full oneshot rn so i just refined it a little . . .

Culture shock is a funny thing.

Iwaizumi has no idea what his California classmates mean one day when they walk up to him after his lecture — new to the country and knowing only the bare basics of english when they ask him;

“Ginger or Mary Ann?”

Not knowing the implications of their question he shrugs unsurely, “Ginger” he says, thinking of the warm spice he uses when cooking meals, reminding him of his home back in Japan.

They click their tongues, patting him on the back and jeer about how he has good taste and invite him out to a bar that weekend. And Iwaizumi — still as unsure as before, accepts.

It’s now been a few years overseas. Iwaizumi is on his way to finishing his degree in Sports Science, eager to finally be rid of university and all the gripes that comes with it.

California took some time to get used to, it’s a lot more different than Japan in every way possible, only amplified by the reverse culture-shock that occurs whenever he visits Japan again for school breaks.

When he is reminded of you.

Standing at the airport, waving him over with a sign in his native tongue his feet move just a little faster than before, tired eyes lighting up as his carry on bag’s wheels drag on the floor and skid to halt when he reaches you.

Big, strong and tanned arms envelope you in a hug, Iwaizumi smells of hot sand and sea water always when he comes to visit, you’ve only learned to grow more fond of the scent each time you greet him.

You always make sure to visit the same areas you and Iwaizumi used to hang around at when you were little — as if Iwaizumi will never come back to Japan again. “For old times sake,” you say, even if Iwaizumi has told you he’s already planning to come back when summer hits because California summers are harsh.

Watching you wade around in that old creek searching for salamanders like you always do when he flies over brings Iwaizumi back to a simpler time in his life, and he is again reminded of that one question from several years prior by his friends.

“Ginger or Mary Ann?”

It took some getting used to, but Iwaizumi soon learned from his American friends, the ones he made by accepting their bar invite, what that peculiar question meant. Originating from an old sitcom, containing the names of two characters in the show — each displaying a different character archetype.

He’s even watched a couple of reruns of the show with them, where it was then they had told him it was the equivalent of asking what kind of girls he was into, and that his initial response, “Ginger,” did not mean of the spice but instead that he was into a more sophisticated type of woman.

Glamourous even, they’d say.

But after every school break, when Iwaizumi is forced to endure another 12 hour long flight back to California and back into the little pocket of sun and heatwaves, his friends ask him again with knowing smirks, “Ginger or Mary Ann?”

It’s a running joke at this point with their friendgroup, since Iwaizumi had no idea of it’s meaning the first time they always bring it up in conversation, cackling at how red he turns with embarrassment before the next topic is brought up.

But their little tease ignites something in Iwaizumi.

He thinks back to you, all the way in Japan, who is probably still going to that same old family run convenience store the two of you have been raiding of their snack stock since you were seven.

Thinking about how you probably still take that old shortcut behind the forest he found when he was eight to make it to the bus on time for work.

How you’ve always lived two doors down from him before he flew to California, always coming home from his house late into the night because you two were trying to catch fireflies during late spring in your teenage years, hoping to jar a few as a night light while camping out in his backyard.

Iwaizumi asks the same question thats been brought up several times before, once as genuine curiousity and others as just a tease.

Ginger, or Mary Ann?

And despite telling his American friends “Ginger” the first time they met, every subsequent question, jeer and laugh has been met with the same new response without fail.

“Mary Ann.”

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[kairismess]

iwaizumi's biceps are... — hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader

🍰 iwaizumi bot that inspired this fic

✒️ word count:

🏐 genre: fluff . . . with undertones of suggestive (but nothing too crazy !)

🍙 author's note: i wanna be squished in between them and be gasping for air like a pretty person wants to be . also cocky iwaizumi is hot .

iwaizumi was challenged yet again by kyotani to an arm wrestling match, much to the older boy's dismay as he was busy enjoying the rest of the slow lunch period with you. he grumbled as he muttered to you he'd be back to make the boy can it and regret challenging him again to another silly competition, when all iwaizumi seems to do is beat him at his own game, time and time again.

you went with iwaizumi to the empty classroom where the rest of the underclassmen of the team was, hoping things would end quickly and painlessly. iwaizumi took off his white blazer, handing to you for safe keeping. you thought that things wouldn't be too eventful, since you knew iwaizumi was much more physically capable than some of the juniors and you needn't worry for him—but nothing could've prepared you for an eyeful of iwaizumi's sculpted, tanned biceps that bulged when they flexed as he moved. you seriously wished he would roll his sleeves up around you more often.

iwaizumi dealt with kyotani not long after and beat him in a matter of minutes, it wasn't that difficult for the boy anyway, with muscles like those. you were... sort of mesmerized with the way his arm's muscles rippled when they moved, how often do you think he works out? you wonder. you shake those thoughts off, only to have them re-enter your mind at lightspeed when iwaizumi asks for his blazer back. you hastily hand it to him, feeling so embarrassed at the realization that you were staring at your best friend's biceps.

"what's up? you're... you look flustered." iwaizumi asks you, pretty concerned as he takes his blazer from you. a part of you hoped he wouldn't put it on now, but another part of you wished he would put it on so you wouldn't be tempted to think anymore thoughts about him. you put on a forced smile and shook your head. "nothing's up, iwa." you tell him as he nods slowly and rolls down his sleeves, putting his blazer on. he leans in closer to you, his lips practically touching your ear, and mutters...

"...something tells me you wish i wouldn't out my blazer on right now... and since i'm such a good best friend... maybe i'll even let you see them more often, yeah?"

oh, fuck. he knows.

he smirks against your hair when he lingers by your ear for a few seconds, before pulling away and going back to normal, telling you to hurry your ass up before the bell rings. he was so complicated with his feelings sometimes... and it was hot. just as hot as he looked if he would keep that blazer off and those sleeves up. you were thinking of telling iwaizumi tomorrow that kyotani asked for a rematch, just without the juniors and with you two sitting together, and your eyes wandering over the length and bulge of his arm...

[saigethearies]

(fem!reader, mentions of insecurity and self-consciousness)

<3

sometimes you felt as if your boyfriend iwaizumi’s friends didn’t like you.

they always seemed to…laugh whenever you were around. you weren’t sure what was funny to them exactly but you couldn’t fight the feeling that you were the one being looked at as a joke.

you had begun to avoid being around iwa whenever you knew he was with his friends because you just couldn’t help how self-conscious you were becoming around them.

one friday afternoon, however, you found yourself heading towards the gymnasium. your boyfriend had promised a boba date once he was done with practice. he should be the only one left, since oikawa and him started to take turns on who was gonna stay longer to finish locking up.

“haji bear!” you chimed happily, almost skipping into the gym you were so excited.

unfortunately, instead of your boyfriend, you were met with the sound of someone snorting in amusement.

“haji bear?” makki questions between chuckles, mattsun and oikawa also bursting out into laughs beside him. “he actually lets you call him that?”

you shrunk in on yourself, that familiar sensation of insecurity swirling in the pits of your stomach. you hadn’t even been there for more than fifteen seconds and they were already laughing at you. again.

“what other pet names do you have for him? hajikins? haji pie?” mattsun asks, continuing off of the bit makki started.

“please, gentlemen, im sure she’s more creative than that,” oikawa said. “she probably has some nice rhyming ones that iwa-chan just loves.”

their chorus of chortles increased in volume, and you stood there feeling like a stupid and silly girl.

until they heard a small sniffle and every single one of them went silent.

the three men began to watch on as your eyes got glassy, shoulders starting to slightly shake.

“why do you guys- sniffle- always have to make fun of me?”

finally voicing the thought you’d kept to yourself for weeks had your tears streaming down your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as little sobs left you.

that’s when the expressions on your onlookers faces turned into ones of horror.

you heard three bodies shuffling towards you, a pair of hands coming to rest on your shoulders and panicked voices sounding off around you.

“it’s not like that! we swear! we’d never try to make fun of you!”

“makki’s right! we’d never purposely make a sweet thing like yourself upset! promise!”

the hands on your shoulders gave a small squeeze. “what mattsun said, we weren’t trying to offend you, cutie! we just think it’s so funny someone as bubbly as you is dating someone as grumpy as our-“

“what the actual hell is going on here?”

the trio surrounding you froze, and everyone turned to look at iwaizuimi, signature scowl present on his face.

at the sight of tears on your face and the deer-in-headlights look all of his friends sported, however, his scowl nearly became a snarl.

“what did you three dumbasses do to her?”

oikawa released his hold on your shoulders immediately, having more familiarity with iwa’s wrath than anyone else. “just a little misunderstanding! that’s all!”

your boyfriend walked forwards, pulling you away from his teammates so that he could tuck you safely into his side. he immediately felt you hold onto his arm, small sniffles still being heard.

“and what exactly was this ‘misunderstanding’?”

“we heard her refer to you as haji bear and we laughed because we thought it was funny! that’s all!” makki answered in a rush, hands coming up as if in surrender.

“we weren’t intentionally trying to hurt her feelings, iwa, swear,” mattsun added.

“but we understand how our actions came across and take full accountability for accidentally bringing tears to eyes of lady iwa-chan!”

oikawa sounded out of breath by the time he was done talking, trying to come about the situation in the most emotionally intelligent way that he could to avoid getting smacked in the back of the head.

iwa regarded all of his friends carefully, each of them still looking incredibly nervous. he then turned his gaze to you, eyes meeting your still watery ones staring back up at him.

“they telling the truth, doll?”

you gave a small nod. “yeah, that’s pretty much what happened. i…i believe what they’re saying.”

you heard the three of them all sigh in relief. was your haji bear really that scary to them?

“we’re really sorry we upset you!”

“we weren’t making fun of you, pinky promise.”

“we just always find it funny how someone as sunny as you is doting on our grumpy iwa-chan.”

you gave them a small smile, a weight lifting off your shoulders now that you finally understood what was always so humorous to them. “apology accepted.”

you heard your boyfriend huff. “i guess it’s easy to judge my relationship when none of you have your own to worry about.”

the look of offense that flashed across the three faces in front of you almost had you laughing.

long story short, iwaizumi doesn’t let anyone mess with you.

not even his best friends.

[sugawarassoulmate]

Sooo... Can we get some more best friend hajime?? I'm still thinking about the first one you made ngl. (It's just really good and I immediately thought "what kind of pics are they gonna take??" 🤔).

hahahaha remember this?

trying to make your ex jealous by having best friend!iwa's hand around your throat in a photo 🤤 you're looking over the pics and pouting. "i don't know if it's convincing enough, haji," you whine.

"i could always choke you harder," iwaizumi offers, immediately noticing the glint in your eyes when he says it.

iwa has your phone in his hand while the other presses against your neck for another pic, this time he presses harder, briefly cutting off your air supply until your eyes glaze over and you're drooling like that brainless girl that you are. when he releases his grip, iwa can hear the small moan that falls from your lips. "you're supposed to be taking pictures not getting off, idiot."

"come onnnn, haji, just one more time, please?" you said that the last time you two messed around but iwa's a weak man who has no qualms about ripping your bikini bottoms off to slide his thick cock inside of you.

sure you'll eventually go back to your ex again but you'll always remember how iwaizumi fucked you senseless on your bedroom floor, making you cry his name over and over again until he flooded your cunt with his seed.

the pictures he posted afterward of you two cuddling in bed caused a bit of a stink 🤭 your ex came crawling back in a matter of days.

[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.”

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[lou-struck]

A Peaceful Project

Hajime Iwaizumi  x reader

Flufftober Day 11

WC: 1.4k

~You bought a few beginner crochet kits from the airport's gift shop to wait out your long layover, while traveling with your Fiancé and the Pro- Volleyball team he works for. 

What a sight your group must be amidst the usual airport crowd. The Japan National Volleyball Team mostly stands tall in their all-red warm-up uniforms they have elected to travel in for their flight home from an International Volleyball tournament. You would never tell them this, but the group looks a bit like a cult. 

Due to hazardous weather, the flight home has been delayed for at least another twelve hours, and it is quite amusing to see how these top athletes deal with the stale stench of boredom that wafts throughout the gate.

Between the rows of leather-backed seats, you spy the muscled form of your Fiance, who busies himself with adjusting the athletic tape of Tobio Kagyama’s fingers, but you can tell by Hajime’s tight smile he is thankful to be wearing his normal clothes.

“How much longer do we have to sit hereeee?” Shoyo Hinata whines, squirming in his seat. The redhead has never been good at staying in one place, so this must be agonizing for him.

“A while,” you reply, feeling pity for the man. “Maybe you could go check out the airport and get yourself some food.”

At the mention of a meal, he brightens up exponentially and looks at you with wide eyes. “There’s food here?”

“Yeah, idiot,” Kageyama says, walking over to the two of you, flexing his freshly taped fingers. “Why would we be stuck in a place like this without something to eat?”

“I wasn’t talking to you, Crappyama,” the smaller man responds, childishly sticking out his tongue at the setter. He turns his attention to you nicely. “Wanna go with me since Iwaizumi is busy?”

You smile warmly at him and shake your head. “Thank you for asking, but I’ll wait for him to get done.”

“Oh, okay,” he says before turning to the setter. “Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Why me?” Kageyama asks, looking surprised. 

“Because you’re always grumpy when you’re hungry.” the redhead says before zipping away down the terminal. 

“I’m not grumpy!” The dark-haired man calls, sprinting after him. 

You laugh as they disappear out of sight, and you hear a deep chuckling behind you. Turning your head, you see Hajime walking over to you. 

“There goes our entertainment.” he laughs, leaning over you in your seat. His large hand slips under your chin and tilts it upwards so that he can give you a proper kiss. “How you doing, baby?”

“Better now,” you hum, enjoying his attention. While you are glad that you were able to join him on this trip, you definitely haven’t gotten to spend as much time with him as you would’ve liked. Between tending to the player’s injuries and providing nutritional advice for the team’s meals, he has made a lot of overtime pay these last few days. “How many players do you have to do treatments on?”

His face falls, and he glances back at the queue of men standing behind him. There are at least a dozen players in need of treatment. The last few days were tough on them, and there was no shortage of injuries. “I’ll be at least another hour,” he sighs. “I’m sorry.”

Your comforting touch finds his bicep, and you give it a reassuring little squeeze. “Hey, it’s alright. I can just get a book or something from that little shop over there, and then we can go and get something together.”

He looks between you and the ‘Go Mart’ a few yards away before giving you a tired yet heartfelt smile. “You would really do that for me?”

“You know I’d do just about anything for you,” you laugh, reaching into your backpack and pulling out your wallet to pay for whatever kind of overpriced airport entertainment you are about to get for yourself.

“Thanks, baby,” he says, helping you to your feet. “I’ll go as fast as I can, I promise.” With quick steps, he walks back over to his empty row of seats that he has cleared out for his athletic training purposes and starts barking directions at the men waiting in line. “You’re next, Miya, sit down and let me see that damn wrist of yours.”

Leaving your suitcase in the safety of your party, you step into the little shop. Walking past the rack of keychains and shot glasses with various city names and other last-minute travel gifts, people get when they forget to buy them on their travels to the back of the store. The wall of mass-market paperbacks looks down on you. 

You are just about to reach for a cheesy-sounding romance novel until something catches your eye. Your head turns to give yourself a better look, and you see a little rack of arts and crafts kits, including some paint-by-numbers coloring books and ‘Beginner-Friendly’ crochet kits. 

The little pouches have adorable little crochet animal pictures on the front, including a little green lizard guy and a purple penguin. It may not be a book, but these little kits look like just the thing you need to make it through this layover. 

You scoop the light packages off their hooks and bring them to the counter, not bothering to look at the obscenely high price they have. 

It will hurt less to just ignore the charge on your credit card completely…

~

The gift shop bag sways to and fro as you walk back to where your group is supposed to be. Your gate has become practically empty save for your Fiance, who diligently watches the luggage with his arms crossed. 

“Where’s the rest of your line?” you ask, noting the absence of the volleyball players. 

“They got hungry and left.” he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “We should’ve just gotten food when we had the chance.”

“So now you’re on suitcase duty?” you ask, plopping down in the seat next to him.

“Until they come back, I guess we are stuck here.” He spots the bag in your hand and peaks into it. “That doesn’t look like a book.” 

“Nope,” you say brightly, taking the kits out of the plastic and showing them to him. “I got us a project.”

“Crocheting?” he asks, reading the label. 

“The package says it’s for beginners, so I think the two of us can figure it out together,” you say, tossing him the lizard. “Go make a mini Godzilla.”

“That’s just a Lizard,” he chuckles. 

You roll your eyes and open the package of your purple penguin. “It could be a Mini Godzilla.” you hum. 

He smiles just for you and opens the package, taking out the yarn, the crochet hook, and, most importantly, the instructions. “Let’s see what this is all about then.”

Within minutes, you guys are hooked…

As much as you love talking to each other, you are dead silent as your eyes scan the instructions and your project. And despite the hustle and bustle of the airport around you, you feel remarkably peaceful. 

Thirty minutes go by before you say anything. “How is it going?” you ask, not taking your eyes off the little penguin bottom you have crafted. 

“Good,” he says, short and sweet. No doubt thriving in the comfortable silence the two of you have created for yourselves.

“Good.” you parrot, looking at the yard strand between your fingers and admiring the long chain you have formed. You may not know what you have to do after this step, but you’ll find out when you get there.

“Hey, we’re back,” Hinata calls, rushing back over to you two with Kageyama on his heels. “This airport is so cool. There’s a whole plane inside this garden thing and like a gazillion places to eat; when you go down there, make sure to,” he is cut off by an icy glare from your Fiance. 

“Shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.” Hajime hisses at the dynamic duo. “Unless you are injured or dying, leave us be.”

They look a bit taken aback at the Athletic Trainer’s outburst and look to you for any kind of comfort, but you are too engrossed in your project to give it to them.

“Sorry guys, I have a penguin to make.” you hum, looping another strand of violet yarn around your crochet hook. 

Neither of you has acknowledged it yet, but whoever finishes their project first won’t have to pay for their meal.

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network @eussstasss

[vlrspace]

not one to stay

iwaizumi hajime x reader

about: after your one night stand with iwaizumi, you run away

wc: 1.2K

tw: it’s a little angsty

an: this will definitely have a second part!

throbbing, heavy and painful throbbing. that’s all you feel in your head as you wake up. it’s hard to open your eyes, to move even a single muscle feels tiring and you so desperately wish to go back to sleep. if only it wasn’t for the growing headache and a dull pain… between your legs.

suddenly you feel awake, your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets while you try to get your head together and instantly, you are aware of the weighty arm around your waist, cradling you towards a sturdy torso. you don’t even bother feeling around your hips for your panties, you’re sure they are laying on the floor somewhere.

as gently as you can, you slowly sit up and the urge to let out a whine is strong, but the need to leave is stronger. you lift up the arm that’s holding you, before you stuff the blanket that covered you in between the arm and the man’s chest to successfully step out of bed.

you begin to search for your dress, as you put your panties on that laid beside the bed and you find the garment you’re looking for in heap of mess with your one night stand’s clothes and your grateful that your heels are also there.

with your dress on and heels in hand, you turn to find your purse next, which takes longer than you’d like because your head won’t stop pounding and it hurts to stand. the man’s room is neat, black and white furnitures are placed all around the room and a few pictures were hung up on the white walls. turning towards the organised table is your last resort, as you couldn’t find it anywhere else and you let out a relieved sigh, when you see it on top of the black surface of the table. you hope your coat is hung up somewhere near the door, because it’s certainly not here.

before leaving, you turn to take a look at the man you spent the night with.

he’s laying on his back, large torso on display and his beefy tanned arms are relaxed around him. your eyes move to get a glance of his face, to recall your memories from last night and your breath hitches in your throat. he must the hottest man you’ve ever been with. he’s slightly tanned from the summer heat, his dark brown hair messily falls on his forehead and his mouth hangs open slightly, revealing a pair of meaty lips, which makes you bite your lips, at the thought of all the sinful things he must’ve done to you last night.

a groan breaks you out of your thoughts and like a deer in headlights, you stare at the man with wide eyes as he moves a large hand to rub at his face. just like that, you bolt out of the room with a few curses under your breath as you swiftly grab your coat from the hanger and you thank the gods that you had the decency to hang it up last night. you hear his footsteps from behind you but you’re out of his apartment with your stuff in your hands, before he could reach you.

with your heart in your throat, you turn down in the corridor to step into the elevator and you let out a shaky sigh, when the doors close. you drop your heels on the floor so you can step in them instead of walking on the cold surface. slipping on your coat, you fish out your phone from your purse. you check the time first (it’s 9am and sunday, thankfully you got a day to recover before uni) before checking your location.

the elevator doors open, revealing you a quite luxurious lobby. you desperately wish you could be surprised at the sight, but this isn’t your first time fleeing from a man’s place after a night together. your location pops up on your screen and you nearly scoff at the fact that you ended up in one of the richest part of tokyo (again).

just how much drinks did you have last night to end up here?

“excuse me” a deep baritone asks from behind you and you turn around to find the hot brown haired man you were just fleeing from, behind you. your eyes widen and before you could turn around to head towards the door to exit the building, a warm hand latches onto your wrist, stopping you and you move to face him.

his warm green eyes lock onto your eyes before sending a cheeky grin your way.

“i didn’t think my performance last night was that bad, that you felt the need to run away from me” he lets out a chuckle and you feel your core tighten from how attractive he is, with only wearing a grey jogger that hangs low on his hips.

“you weren’t, you weren’t bad. at all” you quietly mumbled as the memories of him rocking into you fill up your mind and you feel your face turn a little hot.

“then why did you leave?” he steps closer and his hand slides down to lace your fingers with his. you feel his breath on your face and you swallow the lump that’s quickly growing in the back of your throat.

you already feel bad for the words that are about to leave your mouth and you wish you were capable of doing more than just sleeping around and actually commit yourself to someone, but you’re too broken for that.

“i’m not one to stay, like ever” you whisper and you let go of his hand and step away from him as you watch his olive green eyes swirl with confusion at your words. “it was nice to be with you…” you add unsurely as you turn to walk towards the entrance of the building.

“iwaizumi hajime” he tells you his name and you send a bright smile his way with a little nod before disappearing from his line of sight.

iwaizumi stands there for a while, completely silent as his mind replays the interaction between the two of you. it slightly stung that you didn’t remember his name, though he can’t blame you, you were already somewhat wasted when he stumbled upon you in the bar and he was in the same state as you, when the two of you started dancing and flirting.

some parts of last night are still hazy but he can’t get your soft touches and breathy moans out of his head, nor the way your body moved against his when he was in you. you got him completely hooked, just by one night.

iwaizumi actually woke up before, but didn’t want to disturb you, so when you left without a word, that kind of made him feel bitter. he hoped to have breakfast with you and maybe take you home if you let him, then maybe he would’ve asked you out on a date.

guess that’s out on the window now, iwaizumi thinks as he heads back up into his apartment. he didn’t even ask for your full name, all he remembered is (y/n).

maybe he’ll see you again sometime, faith still has many things in store.

@/vlrspace, 2023

[vs-redemption]

Soft Sunday: Waking Up On The Weekend

(with: Iwaizumi, Bakugo, Kenma, Tsukki)

⚠️warning⚠️: I did include suggestive content in this. It's not detailed or anything but I'm just letting anyone know who might feel uncomfortable.

Iwaizumi

He didn't used to think much about what he wore to bed until he realized you liked having access to his bare chest and arms. After that he makes a point of going to bed shirtless with just his boxers on, or a pair of pajama pants if it's chilly.

His morning routine used to be a protein shake, work out, and maybe a jog. Now though, he can't help but linger in bed. He loves sleepy little chats in the morning as your hands roam over his skin.

If the mood hits, he's not opposed to getting spicy and indulging in you in the morning. He can count that as his work out and honestly he just likes starting his day off making you feel so loved and cared for.

He definitely wasn't a breakfast person before you, but now he has all your favorite breakfast foods and how you make your coffee memorized.

He enjoys having you in the kitchen with him as he cooks so he can talk and flirt with you, especially if you're just hanging out in one of his shirts or something.

As grouchy and stern as he comes off at first, he really does thrive in a domestic setting. He has such a nurturing personality and he loves being able to take care of the person he loves.

Bakugo

He knows you like his muscles but doesn't really get why. To him, they are a means to an end (being a strong hero). Lucky for you though he sleeps in a sleeveless t-shirt so you can enjoy his beefy arms as he holds you close.

Holding you close is nice physically, sure, but for him it's more about the need to keep you safe. He sleeps better when he knows you're safe in his arms.

Lazy mornings aren't really his thing. He gets fidgety and impatient if he's in bed too long. If you wake up before him though, you'll notice that he does pull you closer and linger for just a moment or two before kissing your head and rolling out of bed.

Cooking is one of his love languages, and it fills him with pride to get up and cook you the most mouth watering meals. He's happy to serve you breakfast in bed, but it's better if you can find the motivation to get up and follow him to the kitchen because watching him cook the food is half the fun. He has no idea how sexy he is in the morning, standing at the stove with his arms on display. Not to mention the sinful sweatpants he wears.

Kenma

He is not a morning person at all. Even during the week he doesn't have to wake up for work too early, so he'd definitely rather sleep in on the weekends too.

He can be pretty clingy in the morning and will get a little grumpy if you try to make him get up before he's ready or if you accidentally wake him up when you get out of bed to use the bathroom or something.

Comfort is important to him, so he dresses according to the temperature, not what he thinks makes him look sexy. The good thing about this though is that he's always cozy and ready to cuddle.

Cooking is not his forte, so you will not catch him using his morning time making breakfast when he could be lounging in bed with you. He is good with a piece of toast or a bagel once he finds the energy to wake up.

Sometimes though, he doesn't mind waking up and having you for breakfast. It doesn't really take that much effort on his end and he knows you (both) deserve a treat too after a long week.

Tsukki

He isn't the most confident about his looks, so he also dresses more for comfort than anything else for bed. Usually he's in a tshirt and shorts or pajama bottoms.

In the morning he might be a little self-conscious about his messy hair, morning breath, or even how he looks without his glasses.

He does like to cuddle in the morning though. He likes being the big spoon so he can hide his face against your shoulder. He also likes being in a position to have his hands on your chest (whether you have boobs or not... he wants to touch your chest.)

Sexy stuff isn't usually on his mind in the morning, but if you instigate anything he is definitely on board.

Making breakfast isn't his favorite, but he will if that's what you want. He'd much rather take you out to breakfast though, either at a cafe or a diner. He likes getting the fresh air and the opportunity to just talk and spend time with you.

tagging: @bisexualturtledove @honeybunny-sawamura @no1frogfan

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. hi queen here are your slice of life headcanons with iwa-chan, let’s see how good of a boyfie he can be based on the amounts of sol anime i’ve seen..

genre. fluff

for @melukonova <3

hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader.

⌗ walks with you every morning to school because you live in the same neighborhood as he does — so why not go together?

⌗ knew each other from young and through your parents so you kinda grew up together over the years and just stayed really close

⌗ study sessions at each other’s homes are a usual since you each have your strengths at school and wish to help each other to slay those exams later on🤞

⌗ supermarketing together ( yes, yes this was coming, don’t be surprised ) is less boring than going alone, right? especially when you beg him to let you sit in the cart and push you down the many aisles before a stock merchandiser gives you a dirty look

⌗ iwaizumi apologizes for your clownery and takes responsibility

⌗ after an eventful shopping session, you carry the bags together home ( he has the heavier ones and the majority of your own bags )

⌗ there were times where the clerks didn’t double bag and the ones containing produce tore..

⌗ cue you both running down a hill to grab the tomatoes that fell out

⌗ one time oikawa saw and laughed his ass off before gracing you with his assistance

⌗ just like you walk to school together, you also walk home together; iwa doesn’t want you walking alone at night since club activities drag sometimes, so he waits for you or you wait for him

⌗ you guys have a lot of classes together and are deskmates ( yay ), so it’s usually his job to prevent you from nodding off in classes or smacking your head down all together on the table..

⌗ miscommunications aren’t often since you guys have known each other for what feels like eons.. but there was this one time.

⌗ iwaizumi received a letter and it brought a bitterness to your heart as you watched a girl smiling giddily at him

⌗ did she have a thing for him? was it a letter confessing her feelings for him? not that you cared, of course — he was your best friend, nothing more than that

⌗ but was he really?

⌗ after the letter incident, you became a bit distant from iwaizumi, trying to avoid him as best as you can — making excuses to not go to school with him in the morning or return home with him

⌗ until oikawa, that is

⌗ “ah, y/n-chan! i finally caught you! it’s almost impossible to find you anymore, given you haven’t been around iwa-chan..” he’d trail off purposely before sliding his eyes to yours. “is there a reason for that, perhaps?”

⌗ of course he notices.

⌗ “i figured he was busy, so i didn’t wanna bother him..” you’d mumble back to him, avoiding his gaze. part of you felt ashamed that you had been avoiding hajime as you were, but you couldn’t bear to know how things had gone with that letter he was given.

⌗ a hum would leave tooru’s lips before he fished something out of his pocket, holding it up. “does this thing ring a bell, perhaps?”

⌗ and low be hold ( is that how you spell that lmao ), the letter hajime was given.. and tooru had it.

⌗ “a lot of my admirers like to give iwa-chan love letters addressed to me, and that one i assume you saw that day, was also for me.”

⌗ now, you felt like an idiot. of course it was for tooru — hajime was his best friend! he dealt with that bullshit all the time, and yet the one time you witness it.. you freeze up thinking it was for him.

⌗ “um, okay.. why are you telling me this again?”

⌗ “go to the courtyard and see for yourself!” would be his parting words as he leaves with a wink before returning to his classroom.

⌗ weird.

⌗ but you would go, anyway. tooru didn’t say things without purpose, or some kinda motive behind his words — it was just like him

⌗ as you arrive outside, you find hajime sitting under a sakura tree, and you think to yourself of the irony behind that sight, the cliche of it

⌗ he’s staring off into the rustling trees while you approach him carefully before sliding down on the tree, opposite from the side he was leaning against

⌗ “hey.”

⌗ “hey..” you would mumble back before letting out a breath. “i guess i have some explaining to do, don’t i?”

⌗ and so you tell everything you’d concluded after your encounter in the hall with tooru

⌗ long before you would connect the dots, hajime will have done so just by the changes in your expressions

⌗ you liked him. he didn’t think you ever would, considering how good you guys are as friends — but he could tell that you felt the same way as he did.. just that you hadn’t acknowledged it yet or realized for yourself

⌗ that brings up a new question. “riddle me this, if the letter was in fact for me, how would you have felt?”

⌗ pause. what? a who now?

⌗ “it would be weird to see you with someone else.” you finally answered, raising a brow. “why? did someone confess to you?”

⌗ a laugh left his lips as he shook his head. “no y/n, i was not confessed to, i’m just testing something.” he answered truthfully, quieting his laughter. “you said it was weird for you to see me with someone else. why is that?”

⌗ your hands felt clammy. why was he asking so many questions all of the sudden? and why so many regarding how you feel? it’s not like you could explain — even you didn’t understand!

⌗ “because it just- is!” you would blurt in defense, becoming increasingly more flustered with his inquiries. what were you, a criminal? was it a crime to feel a certain way without explanation?

⌗ and then he would shift around the tree to see your face, noting the way you covered your cheeks.

⌗ you gave away so much without even knowing what you were doing

⌗ “okay.” he would begin, letting out a breath. “so what if it was you being with me?” he asked after a moment to think — to phrase it right, as he moved to be in front of you, kneeled on the grass. “what if you were with me, how would that make you feel?”

⌗ you, with hajime? that.. wasn’t something you considered. maybe one time you thought of making a pact to get married when you both reached your forties — but other than that..

⌗ “i don’t know- i haven’t.. thought of it.” why were you so nervous now? the morning breeze made it brisk — why were you feeling all warm?

⌗ “well, then what do you think now if i asked you out, to be with me?” to be more than my best friend, he wanted to add.

⌗ and you were starstruck, completely shocked by the question because hajime, of all people, the least likely to ask this of you, is asking it.. right this second, in front of you.

⌗ no letter needed

⌗ and who were you to refuse when you wanted to be with him, too.

notes. i sped through this with one working braincell so i’m not sure how good this is.. but i hope it fulfills your needs of a slice of life iwa-chan :’)

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[senjuci]

A Chance Encounter - Iwaizumi Hajime

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If there was anything you knew for certain, it was that you hated Mondays. You had back-to-back lectures all morning, and all you wanted to do was curl up and rot in your bed for the next 3 to 5 business days. 

But instead, you had to head down to an appointment at the Athletic Therapy Centre on campus. Your gaze lifted from your phone to see a small group of your teammates huddled by the entrance.

“Y/n!” A voice called out, your gaze shifting over to where Kori stood. You smiled, walking over to the woman and stopping at her side. “Is everyone just waiting here for their appointments?” You questioned, receiving a nod in response as your eyes drifted over to the doors leading to where all the athletic trainers were. 

A woman stepped out holding a clipboard and gently tapped her pen against it before looking over the crowd. “Y/n L/n, Kaito Suzuki and Kori Brown?” The woman stated the three athletes shuffled over to follow her inside. 

“We have to do this every year, I stopped growing when I was like 17, I don’t need them to measure my height again.” Kaito scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest, leading to a snort falling from your lips. 

“That’s because you’re worried about finding out you’ve shrunk Mr. 5’4.” You replied, receiving a glare in response from Kaito, and a laugh from Kori. A soft grin was still present on your face as you looked around and took in all the new faces that had joined this year. Lots of sports science and kinesiology students would do internships for the school year in the department, so it was no surprise to see a lack of familiarity heading into the room. 

It didn’t take long for your eyes to land on him. There was quite frankly, no way he was real. He looked like he had been sculpted by the gods. His tanned skin, short spikey brown hair and olive green eyes. But what drew you in most was his smile. The way his eyes crinkled slightly as he laughed, you were sure your heart skipped two, no three beats at that sound. 

“I’m in love Kori.” You state simply, Kori rolling her eyes in response. “You don’t even know his name Y/n.” She responded as you shrugged your shoulders. “That’s okay, whatever it is I’m sure it will sound good with mine.” You say, Kori shaking her head as she hears one of the doctors call her name and leave you standing in the middle of the room by yourself. 

It didn’t take long before you locked eyes with the man, a slight look of confusion in them as he noticed you staring. But after a small glance over you, and seeing the blush that rose to your cheeks, he gave you a small smile before returning to his conversation. 

“Y/n? You’ll be with me today.” Dr. Brennan, one of the Athletic Therapists whom you had worked with the year prior had said. Nodding in return, you walked over to where she stood, taking a seat on the bed. “How have you been? You have been keeping up with your practices over the summer?” She questioned, not fully paying attention to you as she flipped through the file with your name on it. 

“Yep, been doing my stretches too don’t worry.” You respond and receive a smile from the woman. “Good. Now, you said you were also having some wrist pain as of late, so I have left a bit of room after the assessment to check that out,” She explained as she looked up at you, "But as you have probably assumed I have a new student interning with me this semester, and he’s going to be helping with your assessment if you’re comfortable with that.” Dr. Brennan explained as you nodded your head in response. 

“Perfect. Hajime? Can you come help me?” She called out, a yes maam being yelled in return from somewhere behind her as the Doctor stood up. “Y/n, this is Hajime Iwaizumi, my intern. Hajime, this is Y/n L/n, they’re on the fencing team.” The doctor explained, your gaze lifting to be met with the man from earlier. You could see the slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“Nice to meet you Y/n. I look forward to working with you this season.” Hajime stated as you gave him a smile in response, your heart beating so loud you could hardly hear his words. “Likewise.” You state, your gaze drifting back over to the doctor. 

Normally, you hardly ever have issues talking to people. You were quite a social person, and easily got along and made conversation with anyone you met. But Hajime Iwaizumi? He was like your fucking Kryptonite and you had only known of his existence for what, three, four minutes? 

Hajime, why don’t you take them to the stadiometers?” The doctor suggested as Hajime nodded, gesturing for you to get off of the bed and follow him. Silently, you trailed behind the man admiring his physique from behind as the two of you arrived at the tool. “Stand underneath it with your back straight please,” Hajime asked as you stepped forward and straightened your back, watching as Hajime gently lowered the small weight down so it would rest on top of your head and he could read the results. 

Your gaze stayed trained on him, watching as he bit his lower lip slightly while reading the results and jotting them down. His gaze had yet to lift from the paper when he spoke up once more. “You know, with the way you keep staring at me it gets a bit hard to focus.” He told you, glancing back up to meet your eyes. 

You smiled widely in response, waiting until he lifted the weight up so you could step off of the Stadiometer. “I only stare when there’s something worth looking at.” You tell him in response, watching as his cheeks become dusted with a rosy hue. He is silent for a moment, turning back around before gesturing for you to follow. “Let’s head back to record your results.” He told you, a small giggle falling from your lips as you followed him. 

The appointment had gone much too quickly, and you had been prescribed some cream for your wrist as well as some stretches to do to increase your wrist flexibility. Dr. Brennan had already moved on to another one of your teammates, leaving Hajime to write up the exercises on a sheet of paper for you on the other side of the room. 

You watched him quietly, kicking your feet back and forth while you sat on the bed waiting. Hajime set down the pen, straightening up before walking back over to you, keeping his gaze trained on the desk just in front of you. 

Walking up to you, he cleared his throat and held out the paper, his head turned to the side as he spoke. “Here are the stretches I would recommend for you to do. 3 repetitions of them each day. If you have any questions about them, you can either email Dr. Brennan…” he suggested to you, a hesitancy in his tone as he trailed off “Or you can text me.” He stated. 

You gently took the paper from him, seeing that he had added his name and phone number underneath the prewritten email signed on all of Dr. Brennan’s papers. If it was possible for your cheeks could’ve gotten any more red, they did. “Thanks, I’ll make sure to.” You reply as you stand up picking up your bag that you had placed on the ground earlier. “Bye Hajime.” You mused, the man giving you a relieved smile as he waved goodbye. 

You quickly made your way to the entrance, seeing Kori already there waiting for you, but you didn’t say anything. Instead, your eyes were glued to your phone as you typed in Hajime’s number into your contacts and quickly sent him a text. 

‘I’ve already forgotten how to do a few of the stretches, would you mind showing them to me again?’

After clicking send, you see Kori looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “What’s got you in a good mood?” She questioned as you sighed in response. “I just met my future husband. That’s all.” You tell her as she rolls her eyes. “Yeah, whatever you say Y/n.” Kori tells you, as you feel a buzz in your back pocket from your phone. 

Grabbing it, your face lights up as you read the incoming text from none other than Hajime.

 ‘How does 8pm tonight sound? I can refresh your memory over dinner.’

Maybe Mondays weren’t so terrible.

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This is my first fic I know she is rough on the edges but I've had this scenario rotting in my head for like months at this point

Likes and Reblogs are so so appreciated!!

[kairismess]

i just read somewhere that in japan after their graduation, the boys can give the second button of their uniforms to the girl they like as a confession (since the second button is the closest to the heart they say).

iwaizumi x reader maybe? dkcoknsmx 🫣

hearts' day 007.

in which iwaizumi gives you a little keepsake during graduation day.

"well... guess this is goodbye."

iwaizumi mumbles with a chuckle as he scratches the back of his head, forcing a wincing smile as he looks anywhere but your eyes. he's glad you came to see him during the graduation, he really thought you'd be saying goodbye to all your friends and celebrating with them that he'd never have the time to get to see you for this moment he's fantasized of ever since he got to meet you.

you smile up at him and chuckle under your breath. "suppose it is. or more like... 'see you real soon'?" you suggested with a bright smile, watching from underneath your eyelashes how flustered iwaizumi got at the prospect of seeing you again after high school. he was always a tough nut to crack, but when it came to you, he was like an open book; incredibly easy to read, and a joy to discover more about.

he chuckled lightly under his breath and shied away from your gaze. "suppose so..." he murmured hopefully, sounding a little more optimistic than he'd like to let on. you hear your friends calling your name from a distance, waiting for you to finish up your conversation with the spiky haired boy so you could all walk home together.

as you call back to them that you'd be down soon, iwaizumi interrupts you hastily, with a bashful look on his normally grumpy expression, his left hand fiddling with the second button of his uniform. "i... i can't let you leave yet, not without... this." he stammered, undoing the second button of his uniform, removing it entirely, and handing it to you.

the golden button shone under the setting sun behind you, and the falling cherry blossom petals surrounded you two in a flurry of light pink and whites. iwaizumi couldn't find the voice nor courage to tell you what he means by this, but you were a smart girl, of course you'd have an idea by now what he means to tell you.

"...i don't want this to be a goodbye." he mutters, his eyes filling with tears, but he blinks them away. you look up at him with a gentle warmth in your cheeks and soft eyes, starting to feel the same way as him–or maybe you always did, and right now, you finally came to terms that you didn't want to be without him after today, either.

you smiled once more, clutching the button he handed to you in your palm, and leaning over to kiss his cheek softly. the boy let out a small noise at the feeling of your lips making contact with his skin, making you giggle. "then, i'll see you again. you'd better not forget me, okay?" you said with a small voice, tears in your eyes.

iwaizumi's green orbs widened, and he nodded, trying to look strong for you so you wouldn't cry. you two parted with a hug, with the spiky haired boy clutching you for a while longer, for a bit tighter, hoping that today won't be the final time you two would see each other.

maybe life had other plans, maybe the universe was brewing up some bigger schemes for you two, maybe there will come a time where there will be people in your life to distract you, but... there will always be him, and to him, there will always be you.

and wherever you are... he'll always be with you, so long as you keep that little keepsake from his uniform, his heart will always be beating for you and within your reach.

[plutoccult]

NO ME QUEDA MAS

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x female reader

description: iwaizumi’s wedding day was a day you dreaded for many years. now that the day had finally come, you regret never telling him how you feel.

word count: 1.6k

also available to read on my ao3 here

author’s note: finally, a new theme! i’m on an angst GRIND, you guys. been feeling really unhinged lately thanks to my girl @intorder for giving me fuel for angst, who also beta read this hurt piece. oddly enough, my life has been pretty good lately, so idk why i thought to write this. i’ve never written for iwaizumi before, but he came to mind first when i thought of this idea. this was definitely inspired by that one scene in 13 going on 30, but i made it hurt even more. i hope i did iwaizumi justice, and i hope you all enjoy without crying?

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“well? how do i look?”

iwaizumi turned around to face you as he showed off his suit. you couldn’t believe he was actually getting married today, and that the person he was marrying wasn’t you. it was hellish to shove your feelings down your throat for decades, especially when your friendship suffered god knows how many miles apart.

a part of you died the day he returned from california. you were so thrilled to see him, missing him so, but your heart shattered the second you saw he brought a girl with him. it was even worse when iwaizumi spoke to you about her, saying he felt like he knew she was the girl he would marry the second he saw her. you wanted to be that girl, and maybe you could’ve if you simply spoke up. after all, everyone always teased you two about ending up together growing up.

“you look great, iwa.” you force a smile. it wasn’t a lie, he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen, standing so proud and tall in his suit. not a single scratch or crease on his shoes nor any signs of wear in his jacket. as much as it pained you to see it, iwaizumi had grown up.

“you think so?” he asked, checking himself out in the mirror, scanning for any flaws in his outfit. “i could’ve sworn i saw lint on the back of my jacket.”

“oh, i can get it.” you offer. iwaizumi immediately said “yes, please” and “thank you” before you stood up to help him. his back faced you, shoulders as strong as ever, making this all the more difficult for you. if you were his bride, you probably wouldn’t be seeing him like this right now. it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, after all.

“how come your groomsmen aren’t up here helping you?” you ask, cursing yourself in your head for being so nosy.

“i’m sure you can understand i didn’t want oikawa up my ass before i go down there.” iwaizumi chuckled. you force yourself to copy his laughter, pretending as if you found this so hilarious. if oikawa were here, you wouldn’t be ridden with temptation right now. only he could stop you from saying things you knew you’d regret.

“i guess i should feel special then, huh?” you question. “be the first to see you like this…”

“mhm.” he replied, you see him nod in the mirror. “special privileges for my best friend.”

you felt your stomach tie up in knots as he said that. best friend. that’s all you were, that’s all you ever allowed yourself to be. it could’ve been you waiting for him at the altar, but instead you’re helping him get prepared to marry another woman, ready to beg him to run away with you.

you pretend to inspect the back of his jacket, knowing there wasn’t any lint anyway. it was absolutely flawless, just like him. this was torture for you, and you couldn’t stand another second longer.

“listen, iwa…” you begin to say. “i should tell you something before you go down there.”

“oh?” iwaizumi turned around to face you. you felt as if his eyes were piercing through your soul, making your heart race faster than it was before. “what is it?”

“i, um…” you hesitate. was it too late to go back? yes, yes it was. “i think you’re marrying the wrong girl today.”

“huh?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“i mean, i think you should be marrying me instead.” you blurt out.

“y/n, what are you talking about?” iwaizumi questioned. this couldn’t be real, this couldn’t be happening right as he was about to get married.

“i’m in love with you, iwa. i love you.” you admit, your heart racing upon your confession. you should feel a weight being lifted off your shoulders, but something heavy still lingered on top of you.

“no…” he shook his head. iwaizumi had rejected the possibility a long time ago. even if he loved you just as long as you loved him, you were just too late.

“yes. i am.” you say.

“you’re saying this now?” he asked you. it almost made him want to laugh. life was just so funny, he thought to himself. why couldn’t you have said this before? why did you wait until he was about to get married? if things were different, iwaizumi would be reacting to this much differently right now.

“i know i should’ve told you before you went to california—“

“should’ve? i wanted you to!” iwaizumi interrupted you, much to your shock. “everyone said you were going to before i left! i just figured they were just messing with me afterwards…”

you remember telling oikawa how you felt about iwaizumi, it was his idea to tell him before iwaizumi left for california. you had it all planned out in your head, but as you stood there at the airport, you couldn’t find the words anymore. you chickened out, cursing yourself on the way home and the days that would come. it only made you feel worse when iwaizumi found someone.

what you didn’t know was that he expected your confession that day. you should’ve known oikawa would run his mouth. he always meant well, always hoping you’d end up with iwaizumi, but look at you now, a delusional fool.

“i was going to, iwa. i just got scared…” you confess to him. “if i could go back to that day, i’d do it differently.”

“well, you can’t turn back time, y/n. it’s too late.” he said coldly, almost like a stab to the heart.

“why not?” you ask, desperately clinging onto your delusions.

“i moved on.” iwaizumi replied. he might as well be twisting a knife, even if he was merely speaking the truth. “we've both gone down different paths, we both made choices, and this is what i’m choosing.”

“i just thought…” you began to say, but fall silent.

“just thought what?” he asked, raising his voice. “that i’d give up everything i’ve built for a last minute confession? one that i gave up on waiting for years ago?”

you don’t say anything. what was there to say? it was exactly what that sick part of you deep down expected. how stupid of you to think he would drop everything just because you finally had the courage to confess your feelings. if there wasn’t a whole wedding waiting to happen, maybe iwaizumi would change his mind.

you look away in shame. even if you didn’t speak your thoughts aloud, you still felt disgusted now that the reality of your confession hit you. you were terrible to think this way. not just a terrible person, but a terrible friend too. it was unfair to expect such a tall order out of him, especially now.

“my family’s down there, my soon-to-be in-law’s are down there.” iwaizumi said. “we care about each other, you know?”

“i know.” you say quietly as you bite your lip.

“y/n, you…” he let out a sigh. “you don't always get the dream house… but you get awfully close.”

you look up to meet his eyes, tears streaming down your face. to him, you were always the dream house. if only you had known that before, you thought. iwaizumi felt ridden with guilt rejecting you like this, and it didn’t help that you were crying your eyes out.

“please don't cry, y/n.” he begged you.

“what? no, i'll be fine, i promise.” you force out a laugh, no matter how much it killed you. you saw the look in iwaizumi’s eyes. he knew you weren’t truly okay, but he also knew that you were letting him go. it was the right thing to do.

“y/n…”

“it’s okay. i'm fine.” you wipe away your tears, trying your best to be strong. “i'm just crying because i'm happy. i want you to be so, so happy.”

you did, you wanted him to be happy. even if it wasn’t with you, you owed him the ability to be happy. it was the least you could do while you still had some of your dignity left.

“i love you, iwa.” you barely get the words out. “you… you're my best friend.”

you see iwaizumi’s eyes well up with tears, a rare sight to see. only you could produce such a reaction out of him. only you would truly have his heart forever, but life doesn’t always work out the way you want it to. it was just the way things go.

“i should go. everybody’s waiting for you.” you say, on your way out the door.

“y/n, i...” you stop in your tracks, waiting for what he’d say next, and it only crushed you even more. “i've always loved you.”

overwhelmed, you walk out of the room in tears, ready to bolt out of the venue without another thought. oikawa found you on your way out, asking what was wrong and where you were going, but when he saw mascara running down your face, he knew exactly what happened, and he knew he should’ve been there to stop it.

you insist to oikawa that he tell iwaizumi you were sorry before you finally left the venue. you couldn’t stand to be there a second longer, you just had to get out of here. as you head to your car, you hear the beginning of the wedding march play. the sound brought you to your knees as you violently sobbed. if this was rock bottom, then you finally reached it.

as much as you wanted to cry there forever, you force yourself to get up, finally finding the strength to get into your car. you didn’t know where you were headed, but you knew you had to drive off somewhere far away from here. if only you could just turn back time.

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[sugawarassoulmate]

best friend!iwaizumi helping you get back home after you got into a fight with your boyfriend at the club and he left you alone. he helps you into your apartment, gets your heels off, tucks you into bed, and gets you a glass of water to drink in the middle of the night.

but you won't let him quietly leave, reaching for him in the dark of your room. “kiss before you go?”

“i can’t,” he says reluctantly, smacking your hands away to properly get you ready for bed. “you have a boyfriend.”

“we broke up,” you say matter-of-factly, holding your arms out once more.

iwaizumi sighs. your words are slurred and the smell of alcohol is thick on your breath but you still look so pretty in the moonlight. a dumb, drunken smile on your lips just asking to be kissed. “we both know that you’re gonna get back together in the morning.”

when your arms wrap around his neck, iwaizumi doesn’t stop you. “and until the morning comes, i’m still single,” you inform him. “just one kiss and i’ll go to bed.”

it wasn’t one kiss. neither of you were dumb enough to believe your words to be true. and sure enough, you boyfriend did call you in the morning apologizing for “being such a dick” and begging to “try to make it work again.”

for only a few hours, you belonged to iwaizumi. it was his eyes you stared into longingly as you came around his cock. his skin that now has marks dragged across it after your nails dug into it from pleasure. for a few moments, you probably forgot you ever had a boyfriend—forgot any man that laid his hands on you before him.

“nobody will make you feel like i do,” he said, cradling your face as he fucked your stupid on his cock once more, feeling your walls spasm around him.

but the moment is fleeting. one that you and iwaizumi never talk about outside of the four walls of your bedroom. only to be discussed again on another cold, lonely night.

[sat0-get0]

・❥ 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 & 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤 - 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢

ꕥ 𝙘𝙬 : 𝙬𝙘: 2.1𝙠 (𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮), 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙠!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧!𝙞𝙬𝙖 (𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪), 100% 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡, 𝙨𝙪𝙗!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 & 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮, 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙛 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭 & 𝙩𝙤𝙮 𝙪𝙨𝙚 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙚), 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩, 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 (𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙫), 𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨 (𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 & 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩), 𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 '𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮' (𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚), 𝙞 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩, 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙬𝙩𝙫, 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 | 𝙢𝙙𝙣𝙞

✎ 𝘢𝘯 : 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘸𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘫𝘪 𝘣𝘤 𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰 & 𝘣𝘤 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!! ༄

You and Iwa were the life of the party girl and healthy life style boy duo. You had suggested going to the club with your friends, Oikawa also tagging along but Iwa chose to stay home. He hears knocking on the front door and goes to open it, being met with you and Oikawa's bright smiles.

"She's kinda-" Oikawa starts before you squeal, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend's neck. "Drunk? Yeah, I know." Iwa dead pans. He shoos his best friend away before he can suggest something dumb like going to Target at 3 am and locks the door behind him.

"Missed you so much, Haji." you purr, mischievous hands going underneath his shirt and feeling up his abs. Before he can reply, your lips are on his, giggling against his lips at the way he stumbles back. "Baby," he says against your lips but it falls on deaf ears as you continue kissing him. "Babe," he tries again but your hands are too busy trailing down to his pajama pants. Once he feels you beginning to tug them down, he wraps a hand around your neck, pulling away from you with narrowed eyes.

Of course it doesn't give him the reaction he intended to evoke, watching as you lick your lips as you eye him up and down. "Yes, daddy?" you giggle, not being able to keep your eyes off the way his muscles 'peek' through his tank top. "I'm not fucking you." You gasp dramatically at his words, practically feeling your heart crack into a million pieces. "But 'm so wet, Haji." you whine, rubbing your thighs together. "Gonna get you ready for bed so that you don't complain about it in the morning."

You let Iwa grab you by your hand, dragging you into the bathroom. He tells you to jump although it wasn't needed as his sits you on the countertop with ease. He slips off your heels and you can't help the warmth settling in your belly as he kneels to do so. You then watch as he grabs the products he sees you use to remove your makeup, having memorized your entire routine.

He takes your braids out of the half up, half down claw clip hairstyle you did and ties it loosely into a low ponytail and you feel all warm inside at the domesticity of it all. As he wipes off your makeup, you let your gaze linger on his lips, watching the way his tongue peeks out from time to time as he puts all his concentration into this simple task. He's too cute, you can't help but ask, "Can I have a kiss, Haji?" He would usually never deny you but your eyes clouded with lust tells him it'll be more than just a kiss.

"Just a kiss, baby?" You nod, scooting closer to the edge of the countertop. Of course he folds, leaning close so that you can press your lips against his. He tries to move back to continue getting you ready for bed but feels your legs wrapped around him. He doesn't process why he can't move for a second, giving you the opportunity to pull him closer and kiss him more eagerly than before. He groans into your mouth as you tug him closer by his shirt, feeling the way you nip at his lower lip. He pulls away eventually, smiling at the way you pout as you fail to chase his lips.

"Tired." you mumble, looking at Iwa with faux sad eyes. "Brush then bed." he tells you, letting you get off the counter. He places a kiss on your forehead before exiting the bathroom, letting you brush your teeth. Once you're done, you slip off your dress, leaving it on the ground out of laziness before dragging your feet over to your shared bedroom. Your horny feelings have yet to go away and you are determined to do something about it. Not with your abandoned rose toy you only use when Iwa goes on long trips, helping you to an orgasm over the phone.

Right now you need literally any part of his body and just needed some way to convince him. Iwa watches as you walk in, only covered by your bra that you wanted off immediately and the matching black thong you wore for your outing. You've sobered up a bit, reduced to tipsiness which is honestly the state where your horniness peaks. He approaches you, hands settling on your waist before trailing to your back to undo your bra.

You were making Iwa just as horny as you were with the way you were trailing kisses down his neck as he took off your bra but he had to stay strong for your sake. "You gotta drink wate-" you cut him off with a kiss, pushing him back until the backs of his legs hit the bed. His arms move behind him to catch his fall as you push him back, straddling him. "'m still horny." you pout, leaning down to kiss his awaiting lips.

He has to think quickly because knowing you, you'll find a way to be bouncing on his dick in the next 5 seconds. "Okay, baby, I have a proposal." You sit up on top of him, keeping your hands on his abs. Once he's sure you're listening, he speaks again. "I'll make you cum- wait!" he exclaims as you reach down his pants. "With my tongue. Then you go to sleep. Or, you don't get to cum at all and still have to go to sleep." You pout at the idea of not being filled up but it seems you'll have to settle.

"Want your tongue." you decide and in an instant he's flipping you around, spreading your legs as you lay on the bed. He watches your tits as your chest rises as you breathe before sliding your panties down, a string of your arousal connecting the fabric to your pussy. He throws it to the side, his arms going underneath your legs and wrapping around them before suddenly bringing you forward.

He grips the flesh of your thighs, nipping at your brown skin. You whine quietly, bucking your hips up as your impatience grows until you feel his tongue on you. You mewl as he licks a long stripe from your quivering hole to your swollen clit. He wraps his lips around the pearl, giving it a harsh suck and causing your back to arch up from the bed. "Haji!" you moan out, hands flying to his dark hair. You don't know if you're pushing him away or pulling him in but either way, the pleasure was too much.

"Sorry, baby, just teasing." he chuckles against you to which you shudder at. He licks your clit with a steady pace, reaching an arm up to grab at your tit and pinch your nipple. You hold onto his arm, whimpering softly as he occasionally lightly sucks on your pearl that twitches with pleasure. You're dripping at this point and he can't let it go to waste, lapping up all of your slick and groaning at the feeling of your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Does that feel good, baby?" he coos, using his other hand as he prods at your quivering hole. He's looking up at you as you nod, watching the way your head falls back against the mattress as he plunges 2 fingers into your cunt. He's trying not to let this moment get the best of him, his dick already aching in his boxers, but he made a promise and is adamant on keeping it. "Play with your tits, mama." he tells you, his fingers leaving your nipple to reach down to his own pants. You move your hands to your own tits, pinching and tweakin at your brown nipples the way Iwa would. He groans lowly into your cunt as he licks your clit once more, freeing his cock from it's confines and pumping it at the same pace he pumps his fingers inside you.

The pleasure he's giving himself shows in the way he eats your pussy, his fingers curving right into that spot you love so much. He gives you another harsh suck and you squeal at the pleasure, your thighs trapping him. He nips at your right inner thigh and you mumble out a cute 'sorry, haji', not realizing the way it made his cock weep precum. The only reason he made you spread your legs again was because he'd have to be able to breathe in order to continue licking your cute pussy.

Your thighs tremble as he fucks you on his fingers, thumbing at the head of his cock and using his pre as lubricant to stroke himself even faster. He feels like he's back in high school with how close he is already from his own hand and it's all due to the goddess he has above him. His mouth parts from your cunt as he lifts his head, looking at the way you play with your pretty tits as you moan. Your eyes open as you catch him staring at you with adoration and you feel a sense of need build up inside you again.

"Please kiss me, Haji." you whimper, beckoning him over with your hands. In just a moment, he's hovering over you, his fingers still pistoning in and out of your dripping pussy as he leans down to capture your lips with his. You groan deep in your chest as you taste yourself on his tongue, suckling on the pink muscle. He pulls away to latch his warm mouth on your hardened nipple, sucking so much into his mouth that you can't even see your areola.

You tug at his hair as you feel teeth on your nipple, whimpering his name. He gives your nipple one last suck before moving back to your lips as he fucks his fingers into you faster. You can't even kiss back anymore, reduced to moaning against his lips as he takes control over the kiss. His hand is still on his dick, stroking it hard with a tight fist, imagining your tight cunt being the one wrapped around it. It's not hard with the wet sensation around his fingers, your arousal only soaking his digits and making them prune.

"You coming, mama?" he asks against your lips and you nod, eyes shut tightly as your mouth opens in a silent cry. Iwa kisses the side of your mouth as he talks you through your orgasm. "Cum on my fingers, baby, that's it. Y'look so pretty when you're fucking coming." he begins to babble as he begins to reach his own orgasm. "Fuck, where do you want my cum?" he asks you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he holds back from coming all over the sheets.

"My mouth, daddy." you breathe out, out of breath from your orgasm. He moves to sit up against the headboard of your bed, letting you crawl towards him. As soon as he feels your mouth on his tip, he's bucking his hips up, chasing after his orgasm once more. "You're gonna take it so good, right baby?" he moans out and you can barely nod as his dick hits the back of your throat. "Gonna cum, mama. Gonna cum down that fucking throat." he groans as he grips the sheets below him, fucking your throat. Your eyes widen as he shoots his cum into your mouth, thrusting up slowly now as he feels each spurt come out of his cock. "Swallow my cum, baby. Don't be messy." he tells you as he thrusts into your mouth. "So pretty when you suck my dick." he sighs, letting you off his cock after you've swallowed his cum.

You both share a moment of silence as you catch your breath. You lay down beside Iwa and hug his muscular forearm to your chest. He wants to shut his eyes right beside you but has to clean up the sticky mess on your bodies. He let's you sleep anyway, replacing his arm with a comforter momentarily as he settles for using the baby wipes on your night stand. He wipes between your thighs before placing a kiss on your pussy, laughing at the way your legs shut instantly. He then grabs your silk scarf from underneath a pillow, lifting your head up for .5 seconds as he wraps it around your head, protecting your hairstyle. You'll just have to sleep completely naked tonight, being covered by nothing but Iwa's limbs and a heated blanket.

𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✩

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