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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 — iwaizumi hajime.

you know haji’s exhausted, tired down to the bone after working so so much. but fuck, if he doesn’t look so pretty half asleep in his training uniform like that.

a/n: *rifles through google docs* oh. epic. first piece for haji and it’s iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer. spit in my mouth. rn. it’s bullying if you don’t, haji.

tags: thigh riding, tummy bulge kink ^^, big dick energy iwa, brrr size kink (obviously), iwaizumi being sexy af, mentions of blowjobs, penetrative sex, overstimulation, cock hungry reader, creampie / breeding kinks, iwa’s a haaaard dom, praising, pet names (princess, angel, etc.), degradation (whore, slut), choking, unprotected sex. literally me just thirsting over haji except it’s in written and somewhat fluent sentences not garbled brain rot.

w.c: 2.2k

Iwaizumi’s always been physically attractive. You’ve known it since high school, always singing him praises in front of his teammates. You’d always taunt him about how he’d snap at you to shut up whenever you called him a pretty boy, leaving his friends snickering and the maddest tint of blush threatened to crawl onto his features.

You knew it when you picked him up at the airport, coming back from California. He came back with his black tee rolled up as far as it could land onto his arms, biceps toned and the start of a tan line tantalised you. It’s the way he came back changed in the same clothes he left in, except they fit him much more. His shorts weren’t oversized, and instead wrapped around his thighs. That’s all you needed to grab him by the wrist, drag him to the airport toilets before sucking him off.

You still remember the look of thick worry plaguing his features, eyes wide and he barked out commands so that you’d confess what was wrong. The way he scoffed when you sunk down onto your knees, fingertips already worked diligently to pull his shorts down.

“It’s nice to see you, too.” He grit through clenched teeth, jaw falling slack and one of his hands pushed down onto your head. It’s the way he murmured that you two shouldn’t be doing this in a damn airport of all places, but he still slumped his weight against the door— thus halting anyone from walking inside just from raw strength alone. It’s how he hissed out profanities under his breath, praising you with a strained ‘Fuck. That’s a good girl.’ and his other hand gripped onto the edge of the wet faucet until his knuckles stained white.

That’s precisely why you cannot contain yourself when you see him folded over on the sofa, one arm dangling off and the other resting behind his head as he snoozes away. Work uniform still clinging to his skin, eyelids trapped shut and his forehead’s knocked against a pillow whilst he snores quietly. That’s exactly why you have to shimmy out of your skirt. Between actively leaving the house to make it into the office on time and fucking Iwaizumi before he disappears for days again, it’s obvious which you’ll choose.

You drag your clothed damp clit against the fabric of Iwaizumi’s work pants, your shirt rolled and stuffed into your mouth to muffle your cries. You chomp through the fibres of the fabric, tongue staticky as it comes into contact with the threads. You don’t wanna wake Iwaizumi up, he’s always been great at sleeping like a damn log. But you’re just so, so needy. It’s not your fault he’s so fucking attractive to the point it hurts, and the sheer audacity of him falling asleep in his work uniform? Unbelievable. You just wanna rip his work shirt off, keep the “🇯🇵JPN” badge as a trophy and demand him to get a new replacement.

His thigh is sturdy, toned and solid to a fault. Tears threaten to roll out of your eyes because your thighs singe, muscle fibres shrieking to their utmost degree. You’re about to collapse and your lower half burns, but it feels so good.

A small wheezy whimper escapes from you, but it’s not enough. You could cum from this if you really tried to and yet you can’t dismiss the dull ache that settles in your abdomen.

You yearn for Iwaizumi’s cock, need him to split you wide and full with his dick. Need him to hold you close with his sturdy, strong hands. Hold you up like it’s literally nothing to him, and it isn’t. You want every single reminder, no matter how minute, that he’s that much stronger than you. From how he towers over your spine during backshots, whimpering into your ear and groaning that you feel ‘So, so fucking good’, to how his fingertips cram and fit your slicked mouth because ‘You’ll wake up the neighbours.’

And Iwaizumi’s a whore for it, too. Always has been, always will be. Even if he was a little bit more reserved during the start of your relationship, constantly wrapping an arm around your small little waist. Would make his cock throb, so, so fucking much. To think how you’d look squirming, wrapped around his cock and sobbing. But now? He’s unapologetic about it. Pats his thighs, telling you to ‘Come take a seat, princess’ and that you should be careful if you don’t wanna end up begging him to cum. Yet how could you? How could you rob Iwaizumi of your perfectly pitchy moans, the cute expressions you make when you’re so dumb around his cock? God, you make his heart and his dick throb so bad.

That’s why now, you’re in this predicament. All because your stupid lover was born a little bit too conventionally attractive for his own good.

Your dainty fingertips claw to unbuckle Iwaizumi, to which he groans softly. You gulp, halting your movements, but it’s too late by then. Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything, yet, but he shifts his hips up to unbuckle himself for you. You scratch his zipper open, untucking his leaking cock from his boxers— squeezing himself through the gap of his jeans.

“Shouldn’t you be getting up for work?” He murmurs, tone scratchy and fuelled with slumber. Iwaizumi groans softly, his stuttered gasp muffled by the pillow that he digs his face into as you sink down onto the length of his cock.

“I’ve got time.” You hiss out meekly, whatever witty remark that was about to leave you flies out of your train of thought immediately.

“Liar. I’m always dragging your ass out of bed because you overslept. You don’t have time to be riding me.” Iwaizumi retorts, tone a little rejected. He wants you, of course he does. But work and attendance are both important, too.

“Please, Haji. Your cock feels so good. Please? I’ll be a good girl, okay? You don’t have to do anything. Just let me.” You plead, tone on the verge of sobbing and you’re already rocking yourself back and forth off his dick. Iwaizumi groans, rolling his eyes open and for a second you can only see his sclera peek out at you. He runs a hand through his hair, arms wrapped around you and he effortlessly shifts himself up into a better, more comfortable sitting position with your weight stacked on top. You squeal underneath him, and a warm and sleepy chuckle hisses from his chest.

“You’re so spoiled. You know that, right?” Iwaizumi murmurs, planting wet and sloppy kisses into your collar bones whilst you slowly bounce up and down his dick— afraid that any larger movements might really just split your legs apart. He whimpers, stifling a yawn because you’re waking him up bit by bit with the way you’re clamping down on his cock.

“You couldn’t have waited until you got back from work? You know I love how sexy you always look in your clothes.”

“Such a silly whore. Not even gonna let me sleep, huh?” Iwaizumi muses, palm connecting with the soft tissue of your ass. Your back arches and you yelp, causing his face to screw once more when you tighten around him. Everything he does is so, so fucking sexy. Iwaizumi knows he’s your weakness, and he’s going to exploit every living second of it.

“N-no.” You gulp, knowing better than to not respond to him. But maybe. It does cross your mind, but then you’d be better off calling a sick day instead of showing up to work at all.

“No? And you’re not even gonna be sorry about it?”

“That’s kinda.. Disrespectful. Don’t you think?”

“N-no! No! Haji! It’s not— I swear! It isn’t—“

Iwaizumi hums in thought, bending his legs up and his hands fly to occupy your waist. His digits clamp down, touch bruising as he holds onto you before starting to fuck a slow, even pace up into your warm cunt. Hushed profanities spill out of him, eyebrows knit when he glances to watch where your bodies connect. It’s another one of his favourite past times. Iwaizumi loves watching the way your small cunt swallows him whole, stretching wide to accommodate him to the hilt. He’ll never get over the fact how someone as petite as you could take in all his dick like that.

“Right. Cause you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He murmurs, leaning forward to briefly kiss your perky nipple. You glance down at Iwaizumi, his jade green gaze stares up at you through sleepy lashes.

“I am your good girl, Haji.” You conclude breathlessly, to which Iwaizumi returns with a small ‘hmm.’ You frown with a pout, body heating up twofold when he takes your tit into his mouth— rough muscle of his tongue earnestly lapping around your bud and he satisfies himself with the way you squirm around his shaft.

“Good girls don’t wake their boyfriends up when they’re trying to sleep, though.” Iwaizumi states, sentence a little bit muffled and unclear from where his mouth is. You yelp when his pearly teeth lightly graze your nipple.

You want to come up with a response, give him a reason or try to persuade him with your point of view. But you can’t. You can’t when his cock drags against your walls, slow and fucking deep. If you were to look down, maybe, just maybe, you’d see the small bulge in your tummy from how his blunt cockhead threatens to kiss your cervix. He’s slow, torturous. You want him to handle you, throw you around like a ragdoll and pound your pussy, face down ass up into the sofa. But Iwaizumi knows this, and he doesn’t.

When you try to fuck yourself dumb off his cock by yourself, Iwaizumi’s iron grip curls into your waist and physically stops you from moving any further.

“Sit still.” He growls, tone low and menacing.

“You wanted my cock, right? So here you are. Is it not enough for you?”

“My good little girl’s being a bit of a slut right now. Aren’t you?”

“Haji! Please. I a-ah!-am! Please, fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.” You sob, globs of fat tears staining your skin in the most beautiful way. Iwaizumi, as your lover and protector, feels tempted to wipe your tears away with his thumb. He battles his instincts though, instead opting to reduce you to a fucking mess even further.

He sighs, pulling himself out of your warm cunt with a loud squelch. You whimper, instantly preparing a thousand pleas and ways to convince him to not leave you edged like he’d done many times before, except you notice the same dark look that hazes over his eyes. He’s pissed off, and you can see it in the twitch that tenses his jaw, that handsome little pout he always does and just how tight his chest looks. Iwaizumi could be sleeping right now, but he’s not, because his girlfriend is such a degenerate whore for him.

“All fours.” Iwaizumi barks, motioning with his index in a spinning motion for you to turn around.

At the end of the day, though, he figures it’s okay. He knows he’ll show up to work exhausted and on the brink of death. He knows you’re gonna ask him to take you to work right after he’s done railing you, his cum still stained on the inside of your underwear because there’s just no time. It’s all in good spirit, because he knows he’s going to watch you leave from his car and hurry into the office, trying to walk and fumbling because your legs are so so weak. You’ll snap him a picture of your glistening cunt a few hours after, whilst on your break, leaving him a caption that reads ‘I miss you’ when you know very well he’s already at work, surrounded by his crew.

And the best part? At the end of the day, he gets to repeat the cycle.

All. Over. Again.

Pull you apart, glue you back together. Thin through fucking thin, because he loves you.

Iwaizumi’s hand flies to the back of your neck. You can’t breathe. No, it’s not because he’s choking you. It’s because he’s smashing your face into the pillows, drowning you in a mix of your exhales, droopy saliva and the hot air that wafts off of both your bodies. You pant and heave, desperately searching for air, and every time you resurface? Iwaizumi just shoves your face back down. Judging from how soaked you are around his cock, rings of milky cream slathering him and your entire clit stained damp, as well as the fact that you haven’t blurted out the safe word? You’re enjoying this far more than you should be.

“Fuck. So fucking tight. You’re gonna cum for me, yeah? Cum on my fucking cock.” Iwaizumi grunts, sentences barely stringed together. He sounds almost feral. It’s at that point, and it’s taking him every last ounce of his energy to not collapse because you’re driving him crazy. Every fibre in his body screams at him to stop, but he can’t. He won’t.

“I can’t—“ You refuse, shaking your head. You can’t feel your thighs, not much anyway. You can’t remember how many times Iwaizumi’s brought you onto the brink of an orgasm just to still himself at the very last second. You’ve lost the mental tally of your failed to successful orgasm ratio.

“Yeah. You can.”

“And you will, cause you’re my good girl.”

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