#iwaizumi haikyuu

[emmyrosee]

“Pssst…”

“Choke.”

“Wanna makeout?”

Instantly, as if on a cue, Hajime’s face blisters into a flush, eyes widening and brows angry as he whips his head to face you.

You’re smiling, and he hates it, and you’re wearing his shirt that completely drowns your frame, hands and knees on the mattress just inches away, and he’s convinced he could live an extra 15 years if you hadn’t stumbled into his life.

But you did stumble into his life. Yay him.

His pencil taps rapidly against his desk, his studying having been completely hijacked by your straightforward flirts. Inviting you to do homework with him never really ended well, and how he hasn’t learned this lesson yet, is a mystery to you both.

“I’m busy.”

You huff and shift to sit on the bed as the gods intended, “you can take three minutes to makeout with me.”

“When was the last time we made out less than ten minutes?” He asks, and he wishes he hadn’t by the way your cocky grin splays over your face.

“Cant help that you’re into me,” you croon. He groans as he tosses his hand up to his face, scrubbing gently to revitalize himself. He’s quickly snapped out of it when he feels your feet wrap around the base of his desk chair and pull him closer to the bed.

This, has him chuckling from disbelief, moving his hands from his face and letting his eyes flick towards your feet. “Be so for real right now,” he says, snickering.

You bite your tongue between your teeth, but before you can do anything else, you scream as he makes a dash at you, barely letting you kick in defense before he pins you down to the bed, his broad chest doing most of the caging while his fingers spider up your sides and his lips sponge kisses on your neck and ears.

“You’re so annoying,” he growls, the vibrations of the rasp tickling your neck. His fingers still and instantly, your arms shift to toss around his neck, looking up at him longingly.

You lift a hand up to card his hair away from his face, “hi.”

“Hey baby.”

With that, he leans down to kiss you, knee planting on the bed to keep him stable and allow him to deepen the kiss. You mewl happily, letting your fingers push his head impossibly closer to you.

You taste sweet, like the bowl of fruit you’ve been stealing from him for the past hour, and you’re so warm from being swaddled in his blankets that he feels calm just by being close to you.

Then again, you always have that affect on him.

With a slight bite of your lips, he slowly starts to pull back, planting little pecks to soothe the bites. You giggle happily and reach up eagerly for each one.

“Haji?”

“What?”

Biting your lip cheekily, he hardens his gaze and reinforces his grip slightly, ready to restart a tickle attack if needed.

“Got you to makeout with me.”

You smirk and lick his nose with the tip of your tongue, making him reel back slightly with a scrunch of his face. He looks at you blankly, while you laugh and play with the locks of hair at the nape of his neck.

“How do you always manage to get your damn way?” He mumbles, leaning down to press another kiss on your lips. Under him, you giggle and chase his lips, clearly eager that now you’ve gotten him to kiss you once, he’s keen to give you more.

Like he always does.

Like he always will.

“Cant help that you’re into me.”

“I really am. Asshole.”

“I love you, too.”

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[atsumutu]

“Hajime, are you bored?”

The raven haired man peers up from his phone, instantly locking the device and pocketing it when he sees the concern etched across your face.

Shaking his head, Iwaizumi gives you a gentle smile. It only takes him a few steps to reach you. “No, just checking my emails.”

Unconvinced, you rest a palm on his chest. It wasn’t like you had forced the man to come out with you. Ever the attentive boyfriend, Iwaizumi had made it his mission to spend some time with you after a hectic few weeks of work - even if that meant spending the day following you into countless stores.

“Are you sure? I know this isn’t really your thing.” you mumble, gesturing lamely at the store.

“Baby, no.” he plants a soft kiss on your temple. “I love spending time with you. Even if it means becoming your personal bag holder.” Iwaizumi lifts an arm, biceps curling underneath his t shirt as he lifts a plethora of shopping bags with ease, 90% of the contents belonging to you.

He watches the way your eyes draw towards his muscle and with the tiniest lift of his lips, he whispers. “I’m starting to think you only bring me along so you can have me carry your bags and ogle me.”

Rolling your eyes, you lightly slap his chest. “You’re the one who always insists on coming with me and carrying all my bags.”

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow as if to ask are you sure?

Scoffing, you offer no solid denial, only a light push that does nothing to move the brute standing before you. Iwaizumi smiles down at you, endeared by the attempt.

“Seriously though, Hajime, I can go around by myself. Why don’t you go home and rest?”

Now he’s confused. It’s the second time you’ve tried to send him home and he’s racking his brain to see if he may have upset you somehow but he keeps coming up blank. Finally giving up, he decides to ask you.

“Why?” he squints his eyes playfully, “You got another man around to carry your stuff for you?” When you don’t respond to his joke, the raven furrows his brows. Calloused palms come to rest on your cheek. “I’m fine, love.”

And sure he looked fine, Iwaizumi was as tough as nails. But not even he could handle the crazy hours he had been working the last couple of weeks and you could tell he was close to running on fumes.

“Ha ha, very funny.” taking a hold of his wrist, you peer up at the man. “Let’s just go home. I think i’ve bought enough-“

“No.” He’s curt and the unexpected sharpness in his tone cuts you a lot deeper than he would have ever intended. You blink at his words, guilt, concern and a flash of hurt painting across your features. Sighing, Iwaizumi rests his forehead on your shoulder, groaning in what you guess is regret.

Your first instinct is to comfort him, so you do. Weaving your fingers through his dark tresses, you let him soak in your warmth.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“I know, Haji.”

With a final sigh, he slumps back a step. “Shit, maybe I do need to get my ass home.” he chuckles half heartedly.

Humming, you take a step forward to reach him, mischief brimming in your tone. “Well if you’d just listened to me the first time I wouldn’t be here trying to calm down Mr Grumpy Pants himself.”

“Watch it.” he snipes, no real bite behind his words.

And in all your childish glory, you stick your tongue out at him.

Iwaizumi looks wholly amused. When was the last time someone stuck their tongue out at him? Then, he remembers who his best friend is and any trace of amusement is gone. “That Oikawa is a shitty influence on you.” he grumbles.

“Come on, let’s go.” you giggle, reaching for his free hand to lead him towards the exit.

“Hey,” he calls, softly tugging at your hands to halt your steps, “I love you.”

Despite the gruff texture of his voice, you would never tire of how softly those words would fall from his lips.

“I love you too.” lifting your entwined fingers up, you seal your words with a quick kiss to the back of his hand. “Now, can we finally go home?”

Iwaizumi smiles, fond. “Let's go home.”

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[sunarc]

BOYS WHO LOVE TO EAT YOU OUT

CW: squirting, oral, AFAB anatomy, no femme pronouns

Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi loves the way you taste. He groans as he licks long strips up and down your heated core. His cock gets achingly hard watching the way you tremble and claw at his arms that lock you into place against his face. He has your legs draped over his shoulders while he slurps sloppily. You can barely contain yourself. Your spewing nonsense words mixed with iwaizumi’s name. He loves the way you sound, barely able to form a proper sentence. 

“Taste so fucking good”

He catches his breath as he stares mesmerized by the way your pussy glistens. Iwaizumi’s chin is dripping in your juices and you can't help but cover your face and look away in embarrassment. He presses wet kisses against your inner thigh.

“You don’t understand what you do to me” 

His voice sounds almost desperate as he mumbles the words against your skin. He needs this , he needs to get another taste. He dips his head back in for more. He slides his tongue across your entrance causing you to shiver. Your back arches off the bed as your hands grip the sheets. The pleasure is almost too much. Your whines fill the room as he dives deeper in dipping his tongue in and out of your hole,teasing you with each movement. 

“That’s it baby just like that '' Iwaizumi can’t help the way he ruts his cock up against the bed. Something about your voice is like music to his ears. His moans vibrate against your core. You grind down onto his tongue, smothering your juices on his face. Iwaizumi pulls your body impossibly closer, securing his spot between your legs. He lets out a low groan that sends butterflies to your tummy.

“Fuck, I want you to cum on my face, doll” his breath feels warm against your clit.”Go ahead, don’t be shy… your not going anywhere until these sheets are soaked.”

Bokuto

Bokuto can’t get enough of you. The way your body twitches as he flicks his tongue against your clit leaves his cock leaking with precum. You look so beautiful like this. This is Bokuto’s favorite way to see you. Sweat drips down the side of your face as you grind down harder onto his tongue. He loves it when you sit on his face. He knows you worry that he can’t breathe but, it really doesn’t matter, he could do this for hours. Watching the way you struggle to get yourself off on his tongue, begging him to fuck that pretty hole of yours. You’ll have to wait just a little longer. Bokuto wants to see how pretty you look cumming on his tongue first. Then he’ll bury his cock in you, just like you were begging him to. You look down to see Bokuto staring at you with those big owl-like eyes. He’s in a trance watching you. You slow down caught up in his stare but suddenly, feel a large hand come down on your thigh. You jolt at the sudden action. 

“Who said you could stop” his voice leaves your body trembling. You stutter out an apology before rocking your hips back and forth. Bokuto lets out a soft hum. There’s something about you that he can never get enough of. Maybe it’s the way you whimper his name or the way you squirm your body whenever Bokuto’s tongue licks between your wet folds. Bokuto is desperate to have his cock sliding in and out of your warm hole. His hips rut up into the air as he presses his face deeper into your soaking folds. You let out a soft scream as you feel yourself getting closer. Bokuto knows you're close, his tongue movements are relentless. You feel your orgasm flush over you like a wave. There’s nothing but the sounds of your voice mumbling Bokuto’s name on repeat and the slurping Bokuto makes as he swallows all the cum you give him. Your body feels weak as Bokuto flips you over on your back and spreads your legs for him to see you in all your glory. He strokes his cock and you can see him shiver at the touch. He stares at you hungrily. 

“Gonna fuck you nice and good baby.” Bokuto’s lust filled eyes never leave your body. “ Want you to cum like that on my cock and make sure you scream my name when you do this time.”

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[leahrintarou]

🎃 Iwaizumi Hajime - Nipple Play

Warnings: afab!reader, fem bodied reader, and they were roommates :o, nipple stimulation ofc, slight begging, wearing his clothes, teasing, makeout (a lil bit lol), soft!dom iwaizumi. Word Count: 2.6k (..i lost perception of time...)

"oh shit-" y/n groaned after realizing the circumstances of her current situation. She'd just gotten out of the shower but failed to remember that it was currently laundry day. With that being said, majority of her comfortable clothes were in the wash or damp and waiting for its cycle in the dryer. Securely wrapping her bath towel around her body, she sighed, taking a look in the mirror to contemplate her limited options which were; A: stay in the towel and lock herself in her room until the dryer's cycle was over, B: drag on the articles of clothing that were so uncomfortable that they hadn't been worn on months, or C: ask her roommate for his clothing and wear that for the time being.

Right now, neither of them sounded appropriate to her liking, but for her own sake of comfort, she decided to go with the latter. "hajime!" She called from the bathroom, peaking her head out from the crack of its ajar opening. She heard the sound of his sturdy and approaching steps, making her sigh with some sort of relief. "you okay?" He questioned, finally standing in front of the door, examining the situation. "yeah..i was wondering if my clothes were done drying?" She asked, a sigh falling form her lips when he mumbled a small "no. not yet."

"well, until they're done, can I borrow a shirt and some bottoms?"

He smiled, a quiet laugh following after. "need underwear too?" y/n gave him a harmless glare as he pivoted on his heels to make his way to his room. "nope. I've got plenty of those" she rolled her eyes when he said a quick. "..course you do" under his breath as he disappeared into his bedroom that was down the hallway. y/n pulled herself back into the bathroom before impatiently tapping against the sink to pass time. The heat received from her partially-scorching shower was finally starting to wear off, causing goosebumps to rise to the surface of her skin from the chilled air.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when a knock was heard against the door. She fully opened it, taking a step out before taking the neatly folded clothing out of iwaizumi's offering hold. "let me know if you want something different. Those might be too-" he was cut off when y/n spoke hastily. "it's fine, thanks haji" she gave him a reassuring smile and he nodded, eye's glancing down for a quick second before he looked back up to her face. "hey-" she scolded, playfully pushing his chest, making him take a step back.

"you towel's loosening" he grinned, making his way to the living room while y/n glanced down at where she'd tuck the corner of her towel withing it's tightened wrap. It was practically hanging on by a thread and she was lucky that when it almost dropped, he'd already turned around. It was then when y/n realized that he left her to her own privacy for the sake of avoiding embarrassment for both parties. She hurried to her room, closing the door behind herself as she tugged the t-shirt over her head. She went over to her drawer, taking out a pair of underwear and pulling them up her legs before following them with the sweatpants that iwaizumi lent her.

It was the pair that he wore often and was seemingly his favorite. y/n must've had special privileges tonight. The scent that were threaded through the soft fabric was comforting and has she pushed her arms through the empty holes of the shirt, she pulled on the hem of it before making her way to her door. She realized that she hadn't put on a bra and this was normal since it was late and she was winding down but usually her clothes would actually fit her perfectly. His however, hung loosely, especially in the front area of her chest. The fabric grazed the sensitive buds on her chest and her eye's widened slightly.

She didn’t want to bother her roommate for a different shirt especially after she'd declined his invitation that she was more than welcome to get something different from his closet. Shaking her head as if to rid the thoughts quickly, she opened her door and made her way to the living room to see that iwaizumi was sitting on the sofa as his gaze lingered on the tv in which was displaying a movie. His eyes traveled to her figure and he couldn't seem to break his attention to anything else. y/n made her way over to his figure before taking a seat next to him.

She snuggled under the throw blanket, getting close to his body for warmth. "thanks again" she smiled, looking over as he returned her gaze. They were a bit closer than the either of them anticipated so when he replied with a small "don't mention it." The warmth of his words fanned against her lips. She quickly turned her head away with a nod before forcing herself to keep her eye's on the tv. He lifted his hips slightly to readjust his positioning to slouch a bit more. y/n felt his warmth slightly disappear so in desperation, she made up her mind and rested her head on top of his own. "what are you doing?" He laughed but didn’t move.

"I'm cold."

He sat up correctly and motioned for her to lay her head on his chest instead. He readjusted the blanket to fully cover her body and she let out a sigh when the loose t-shirt grazed her chest once again. It caught her off guard, therefore she didn’t prepare herself to restrain against the sensitivity. Her body shuddered and iwaizumi leaned over to see if she way okay. "what's wrong?" He questioned, making her look up at his face of concern. "n-nothing. I'm fine." She replied, pinching the fabric of the shirt to pull it away from her chest.

"oh, do you want a different shirt?" He noticed this action of hers and y/n shook her head. She'd probably have to explain her problem with the shirt so iwaizumi could be able to give her one that would prevent her discomfort, so she decided to avoid that situation by all means. He didn’t reply, but decided to not push it any further. He mindlessly slung his arm around her shoulders and his hand hovered over her chest, but not close enough for contact. They fell into a small silence and due to the comfort, iwaizumi began to relax.

Relaxing just enough for his arm to go a bit limp and so did his hand. His fingertips finally grazed the sensitive bud and the quietest whimper fell from y/n's lips as she scrunched the fabric of the blanket in her fist. "oh shit, I didn’t mean to-"

"can you do that..again..?"

iwaizumi froze in place, looking down at the side of y/n's face and the top of her head as she mumbled the request. "what are you talking about?" He questioned, panic rising in his chest. "please, haji?"

he sighed. "are you sure?" He questioned, looking down at her as she turned to face his stomach and she nodded with pleading eyes, looking up at his own. Y/n guided her hand to his own, bringing him to palm one of her breast through the shirt. He was amused when she flinched from the touch, despite her already knowing that it was about to happen. "you're that sensitive?" She frowned at his teasing tone, breaking their gaze to look elsewhere.

"shut up, I can't help it."

Iwaizumi used his freehand to cup her cheek and redirect her eyes to fall back upon his features. "do you want me to touch you?" He questioned, voice softer now and y/n realized that he was serious. She contemplated whether to say yes or not, after all they'd only been roommates for six months, but still grew close as if they'd been roommates for six years. She knew she needed this more than ever since they last time she engaged in any romantically intimate moment with anyone was two months ago when she was tipsy and hooked up with one of the guys from her art class.

Finally thinking it through, she nodded and allowed her hand to fall from his own since he palmed her breast with his other hand. He was teasing her and it was driving her crazy. Allowing his hand to fall from her chest slowly as he made his way to grip her waist, iwaizumi motioned for her to straddle him instead and she did so with a swift movement of her body. He smiled at her eagerness before using a hand to sneak under her shirt and the other hand to lift it from the hem. y/n shivered as the cool air hit her torso and then finally brushed over her chest.

Iwaizumi's warmth from his hand made contact witch her breast in a firm palm and she leaned into his touch, back arching ever so slightly when she let out a satisfied hum. "to think that my clothes caused you to get so worked up is beyond me-"

"hajime" she whined when he spoke since it was occupying the time of what could be happening. "but," he smiled, placing a chase kiss to her sternum as he looked up at her pleasured expression. "I'm glad it happened" his actions of affection were gentle yet firm, cold yet his touch was filled with warmth, and lust filled yet his composure was held in place and didn’t look like it'll be moving any time soon. His tongue licked at her soft skin, making her moan when it traveled to her nipple.

He lapped his tongue around the area, making sure to leave the actual bud and where she was most sensitive; untouched. He looked up at her, pulling back as he aided her in removing the shirt completely. Although he loved seeing her in his clothes, it was doing more harm than good at the moment. The shirt was discarded to the floor and iwaizumi returned to his previous acts. "you're so pretty like this, sweetheart."

He shifted his hand, using his thumb to pad over her nipple which made her let out a whimper. "stop teasing, haji" she groaned, reaching for his wrist to stop his movements completely. "but, I wanna see how much you can handle 'til you break" his voice dropped an octave and y/n's hand faltered to grip the fabric of his shirt when his tongue finally made contact with her bare nipple, licking a warm stripe against the skin and y/n jolted at the sensation. "do you think you can cum if I keep doing this?" His breath was warm, heating the dampened area of her breast.

"t-that’s not possible hajime." her words faltered when he repeated the action once more. "you wanna bet?" He smiled, the malicious intents practically reflecting in his dilated pupils. She moaned at the pinch felt as he used his teeth to gently bite the sensitive bud of her chest. "w-wait-"

He disregarded her calls of lenience and used his tongue to his content. Swirling laps around her bud before finally giving her some relief and giving attention to where she was most sensitive. Using his other hand to grope at her other breast, he still didn’t provide her with much mercy and y/n became a whimpering mess in his hold. She felt as if she was melting and turning into putty the longer the pleasure lasted. He felt how she made attempts to grind down onto his thigh, but he would stop her movements in an instant before following with something along the lines of. "we made a bet. You're gonna cum just by this-" and would follow his words with a merciless tongue to her sensitive skin.

y/n's body would jolt every once in a while when he'd pinch her other nipple in-between his thumb and index finger. He'd get a kick out of it every time she'd let out a whine, throwing her head back in pleasure. It was probably one of the first time's that someone has ever taken her oversensitive nipples into so much thought and consideration. There'd be a small segment for foreplay, but not actually making it the main source of pleasure that would bring her to her approaching high.

And speaking of approaching high, y/n didn’t want to admit it, but the pleasure was in fact building up and if iwaizumi hadn't pulled away from her breast just a second early, she would've been feeling her climax right about now. But he knew her, and he knew her well. She almost hated it, yet she loved it. "oh, what was that just now, sweetheart? Were you about to do the so called 'impossible'?" he says, reusing her usage of words just to tease her. "okay fine, you win, but don’t stop again." she said with a tone of desperation and it almost sounded like begging which peaked Iwaizumi's curiosity.

"that sounds a bit demanding of you. Ask nicely and I'll think about it." he smiled when y/n gave his a barely manageable glare. Her eyes were heavy and the only think stopping her from dozing off was the feeling that she's been awaiting for what seemed like hours now. "don’t do this to me, haji" y/n's voice was filled with what sounded like defeat and strangely enough, iwaizumi felt all the more excited. "you," he started, reaching for y/n's hand. "don't do this to me." He guided her to palm his lap and that’s when y/n felt his growing erection that was starting to become uncomfortable for him.

"I didn’t do that" she protested, keeping her palm against the area even after he removed his hand from her own. "so who's been trying to grind against me for the past couple of minutes?" y/n shut her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed on how he remembered every detail of what occurred earlier in the night and currently. "haji, I wanna cum already-"

"I know you do sweetheart, but I want you to do one thing for me for that to happen." he placed a kiss to her chest and then her neck, soon following with her jaw. She sighed, locking eye contact with him, a pout on her lips when she knew there wasn’t any other way out of this. "please, I need you to make me cum, hajime and I want you to use your mouth to do it." she mumbled, voice in a soft whisper and to hide her embarrassment, she leaned down to place a kiss to his lips and it led to a small exchange of each other's saliva as their tongues toyed with one another.

He pulled back, smiling as he readjusted her on his lap, pulling her closer so she was sitting directly atop his growing erection. He let out a groan from the pleasure filled pressure before speaking. "see? That's all you had to do for me." y/n let out an annoyed hum but it was soon drawn out into a moan when he latched his lips around her once abandoned nipple. he used his tongue to lap in all different directions, the pleasure enticing sounds of y/n driving him to do all but holdback. "h-haji-" she moaned with a studder as the pleasure went straight to her core.

The buildup had finally hit its breaking point within y/n and a whine of overbearing yet satisfying pleasure erupted from her throat while hajime continued his movements to ground her back to him. She panted, chest heavying and pressing into his features as it did so. He parted from her, letting out a sigh as y/n leaned down to place a kiss to his lips and then hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

"Sit-up, sweetheart. We still have one more thing to take care of and I'm sure you're feeling a little bit empty right now."

I apologize for the late upload, but all of these chapters are late bc i missed an entire WEEK, but we don't speak about that :D

however, i hope you enjoyed! tysm for reading. reblogs and notes are very much appreciated! ily all <3 take care!

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[kiyoors]

baked expectations

warnings: use of drugs (weed), third person's (makki's) pov, i thought this was funny

Makki thinks something is up with Mattsun. Which is kind of a lot to say because almost nothing is ever up with Matskawa. He'd even go as far to say that almost nothing is ever up to bother Matsukawa this long.

"What is it?" He asks his friend, who has been idle for the greater part of the time they've been at this house party. You and Iwaizumi had quickly gone ahead of them, having spotted some of your friends, you'd sprinted off to greet them, a stumbling Hajime in tow.

Makki sloppily dodges a guy who's struggling to open the refrigerator door, probably in search of more beer, as he meets his friend by the kitchen island overlooking the living room.

Mattsun nudges his head in the direction of you and Iwaizumi, both listening to something a very drunk Kindaichi is signaling about.

"There's something going on with those two," is what he finally tells him, taking a hit of his pen before exhaling cannabis scented smoke. Makki blinks at him, and then at his two friends in the living room.

His brain feels fuzzy and some of what mattsun is saying doesn't make sense. "Did they get in a fight?" a new song starts booming from the speakers, and it scratches Makki's brain just right, "they seem pretty alright now." Whatever this is, he's sure it'll be resolved by the end of the night.

But Mattsun's eyes are still focused on you both. "I think they're fucking."

Makki blinks, his reaction a little slow as he looks from Mattsun to the supposed couple in the living room, his mouth slightly agape. You and Hajime do seem a little touchier than normal, he has his arm around you as you laugh a little too much into his personal space, but you're also both drunk, and he knows you both get like this.

"Huh." is what he ultimately responds, still somewhat unconvinced. Mattsun finally turns to look at him, bloodshot eyes meeting his own red ones. He can't help it. He snorts at Mattsuns fucked out face. His friend starts giggling, giggling, too.

"They're in love," is what Mattsun says.

"Yeah, and you're not baked at all," Makki responds, snickering at his friend.

Mattsun has a pleasant look on his face, he smiles at Makki and then again nods his head in your direction.

He looks just in time to see Hajime whisper something into your ear and you nodding and taking his hand, leading him out.

Matsukawa lets out a low whistle behind him as they both watch their friends (who are very much in love) leave the party without so much as saying goodbye.

"Expect a wedding in the next five years," is all Mattsun hums, satisfied.

Makki blinks again, catching the way Hajime lightly smacks your ass right before the door closes behind him, "I think give it three years actually."

#slowly getting back into the writing groove #this was supposed to be something completely different #but idk if i can tackle a smut scene just yet #heeh #Iwaizumi Hajime #iwaizumi haikyuu #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #iwaizumi drabble #(kinda lol) #mattsukawa issei #hq mattsun #takahiro hanamaki #hq makki #jess writes!☆*:.｡. o

[yourlovejohnny]

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[totally-cannon-haikyuu-quotes]

Incorrect Haikyuu-19 (Iwaoi)

Oikawa: [during middle school]

Oikawa: I'M HAVING A MID LIFE CRISIS

Iwaizumi: Shut it crappy-kawa you're fucking 15

Oikawa: I MIGHT DIE AT THIRTY

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[skytooru]

SEIJOH FIGHTERS

-> a short oikawa x fem!reader series

series masterlist

summary. y/n moves from her home country into a completely new world, where she follows her hobby - kickboxing - into an underground world of drugs, violence and other crimes. Though, she doesn`t realize, she’s the main target for criminals at that time, until she’s kidnapped by no other than a childhood aquaintance, wanting to save her life.

genre. underground fighter/mafia, 18+

warnings. heavy depictions of violence, death, guns, kidnapping, angst, physical assault, blood/serious injuries, intoxication, crimes

general masterlist - kofi

+ one

status. in progress

all rights reserved - skytooru - 2023. please do not reupload or translate my work on any platform without my permission.

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[tetsustation]

( PINK LEMONADE )

pairing :: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

synopsis :: your roommate is a player—in fact he is the player. unfortunately for you and your sweltering crush, the walls are very thin. the heart can only take so many blows before everything bubbles over, but who’s to say that hajime’s flings aren’t all artificial? 

word count :: 5.2k

genre :: roommates to lovers, pining, university au

warnings :: swearing, implied nsfw, innuendos & explicit conversation

notes :: since my old blog is deactivated i decided to throw one of my more popular pieces up on here for the masses. for those who have been here for a while—you know the song (thank you sav for giving me a reason to repost <3).

You need new headphones, not that yours are broken or anything—they just aren’t doing an adequate job of keeping out the antics in which your roommate has now subjected you too. There are no established rules, however you assumed common courtesy was a given when two are sharing a space.

Iwaizumi Hajime was not the roommate you expected to have in your second year of college, but sometimes things don’t work as initially planned. This was the only apartment on campus that held a reasonable distance from your frequented lecture hall, your job, and the local grocery store. 

With all the roommates on the roster taken, desperate times called for desperate measures, and a friend of a friend led you here, sharing a room with one of the most infamous boys on campus. Don’t be fooled, Iwaizumi was a very kind roommate; he cleaned up after himself, gave you space, even made dinner on some nights. It was surprisingly easy to live with someone who you presumed to be your complete opposite. 

Yet, all those redeeming qualities seemed to fly out the window every time you heard the unfamiliar giggles of Iwaizumi’s guests, the opening and closing of doors, the hushed whispers in the late hours of the night, and of course, the sounds of the forbidden dance being performed in the room directly next to your own.

It erupted an anger within you that couldn’t be smothered by a pre-made cup of coffee the next morning and an apologetic smile—no matter how adorning it was to you. For this reason, you continued to abuse the keys of your laptop, in a desperate attempt to get the volume of your music to surpass whatever was happening about twenty feet or so away. 

You weren’t one to shame someone for their body count—oftentimes you found yourself cheering on your friends in their romantic and sexual endeavors. However, something about having to hear it first hand made you itch—but Iwaizumi was your roommate, and therefore out of your control.

It would’ve been easy to ask him to stop, but who wants to be a killjoy? 

In short, you’ve since settled on dealing with it—but if you kept hearing the mattress squeak you might have to accidentally drop a glass on the ground or something. Turning on your playlist, which contained music that couldn't possibly be good for your ears, and utilizing the already high frequency—you tuned out what you could.

You had an essay due in thirty minutes, and unfortunately you could still hear Iwaizumi’s voice in the back of your mind, telling you that you should’ve started earlier. Scoffing at the recollection in your head, you turned back to your keyboard.

-

The bags under your eyes were a dramatic contrast to the whites of his smile, which shone bright even in the early hours of the morning—it was utterly infuriating. “Good morning, sunshine,” He beamed, showcasing the world renowned sarcasm which you’ve fostered a love-hate relationship with. “How’d that essay go?” 

“It went,” you trudged into your shared kitchen, grabbing the coffee from your self-proclaimed mug—that of which contained an obscure ratio only Iwaizumi could make for you. Taking a sip of it only reminded you of the day ahead, but it did taste really good, another sip. “I got it done on time, if that’s what you're asking.” 

Feigning shock, he leaned against the counter with a steady forearm and allowed a toned bicep to flex due to the weight. You tried not to stare—and failed miserably. His eyes narrowed at your distracted state, and the swelling under your sockets stretching at your unprompted focus. Looking back up at him again, you saw a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. 

You’ve been up for maybe five minutes, how did he already have a one up on you? “You also had quite a busy night...no?” Clearing his throat, he turned to face the counter in an attempt to tidy something that didn’t matter—embarrassed at the fact that you could hear him. It was almost endearing how flustered the mention made him, and you felt bad before remembering the loaded repetition in which Iwaizumi was known. 

As if on cue, the facilitator of aforementioned events slugged out of his room in what looked to be one of his hoodies, and skirt that could only be fitting for a nightclub—you assumed she was a souvenir from his night out and took another nonchalant ship from your coffee. She approached him, a bag slung over her shoulder, before placing a chaste kiss to his lips—you cringed. 

She whispered something you couldn’t quite hear, before giving you a wave and letting herself out. You searched through the makeshift name-face database in your head, trying to distinguish her familiarity, but to no avail. “She’s cute.” You spat quickly and even laced with spite, if you looked at it a certain way, but there was no room for Iwaizumi to pick it apart because you were already making a B-line to the bathroom, mirror still steamy from his own shower.

-

It wasn’t that you were angry at the fact that Iwaizumi had an active social life— friends and girls alike lining up to see him most every night, it was the fact that yours was dulled in comparison. You wanted to suspect when he got his schoolwork done, but you frequently watched him study in your shared living room whenever he wasn’t in class or going out—he had the balance of his life down to a T.

On the other hand, you did not—because as you were walking out of the library with your study papers in hand, you bumped into someone and the illusion of organization you had created dissipated into thin air, you were back to square one. It was your own fault for not paying attention, you mumbled an apology while scrambling down to pick up your papers.

The girl you had slammed into was kind enough to lean down and help, feeling the stress radiating off your body. She told you it was no problem, and that these things happened, but it wasn’t until you stood up (somewhat) tall, with your papers in hand, that you realized who the voice belonged to. 

You recognized her fluffed black strands—the frame of her face was very distinct and rather beautiful, yet you instantly categorized her as part of the statistic you were building in your head—where she belonged to the majority of female students on campus that Iwaizumi had been involved with. 

She didn’t find you familiar in the slightest, because she wasn’t the one who had to see the instagram photos over dinner a month ago, when Iwaizumi rambled on about how he was serious about this one (spoiler alert, he wasn’t). Giving her a polite smile and a sincere thank you, you quickly concluded the interaction—it wasn’t her fault Iwaizumi had the charm of a charis reincarnate. 

The order that you had established for your freshly printed papers was long gone, as you started towards the science building, effectively catching your roommate before an afternoon lecture like you did everyday. Living with Iwaizumi was nice—but the part you enjoyed most was simply being his friend, because that meant there was one less stranger you had to avoid eye contact with—it was the little things. 

He walked out of a class you forgot the name of, but you knew it ended in an -ology, definitely a major requirement of some sorts. Iwaizumi’s neck was cranned down at his phone, thumbs twiddling away at the small screen, before he noticed you and a smile quickly overtook his face. “Told you to stop waiting for me,” he accompanied this with a small ruffle to the top of your head. 

“I didn’t wait for you—,” you giggled, swatting his hand away, “—just didn’t want to walk to my next class alone, don’t flatter yourself!” Stepping to the side, before swearing back towards him, the two of you settled into a comfortable pace, “So I’m just arm candy then?” He teased, lightheartedly, however the comment created a fluttering in your chest that you’d rather keep pushed down with an iron first.

“Keep dreaming!” Refusing to let the silence settle, and eager to move past the warmth in your chest at his proximity, you kept the conversation going. “Speaking of you being arm candy, you won’t believe who I bumped into just now.” You name-dropped the girl he dated for all of two weeks, and teased him for his short term tendencies, he was quick to defend himself— almost embarrassed by the mere allusion—despite his shamelessly spellbinding reputation.

It almost made you feel lucky, to witness Iwaizumi so bashful, when really you were just his roommate who somehow managed to nuzzle your way into his hyperactive, sociable heart. He was always physically close yet you still managed to feel a substantial distance between the two of you, as if you were a piece outside of his life, as opposed to a part of it.  

“To be fair, that breakup was mutual,” he reasoned. 

“Oh yeah? And what about the ones that weren’t?” You began counting off the girls he had brought home off the top of your head, missing many names, as you saw them in passing as opposed to having actual introductions. By the time you filled the capacity of your counting fingers, the two of you had reached your building.

Stopping at the door, you began to tune out his stutters as he tried to justify his actions—you played it off as typical college boy antics, something you were observing from afar or reading in a book. Waving him off, you interrupted his tangent, “Whatever Iwa, see you later.” 

You opened the door only to turn back around, a question prompting a furrow in your brows, “Are you going to be home tonight?” He thought for a moment, looking around before checking the time on his phone out of habit, and finally returning your gaze when he had an answer. “Not today, tomorrow though. Going out with some friends from highschool.” 

A nonchalant nod was thrown his way, as you ignored the subtle pang of disappointment in your chest, “Lock the door when you get back.” And with that, you left him under the scolding summer sun. You tried to shift your headspace away from your roommate and onto the lecture you were about to enter—still your mind lingered. It wasn’t a feeling of missing out, but rather a feeling of missing him.

But he wasn’t yours to miss. 

-

The cat—or rather, the dog, rolled in half past three. You would’ve remained asleep, had he not knocked over the coat rack when he came in—muttering curses that you miracuously heard from your bedroom down the hall. You came to learn early on that drunk Iwaizumi had no sense of volume control. 

Then, almost as if it never happened, he was up with the sun and ready for the day before you even got the chance to steal a shower. It was honestly infuriating, his biological clock was some sort of enigma and you wouldn’t be surprised if scientists made note of him to study in the future. ‘Hangover’ was not a word that existed in Iwaizumi Hajime’s vocabulary, only tolerable nausea, apparently.

That day, you didn’t cross paths again until seven, an evening at home seemed fitting for the melancholy of a Thursday evening—not like you had many other options. You found refuge in the hand-me-down couch that your dad had lent to you when moving into this apartment, surprisingly taking a quick liking to Iwaizumi during the process. 

On the other hand, Iwaizumi, allowed himself to melt into the armchair that had the faintest scent of dust lingering in its cushions. Neither of you we're in a position to complain about the furniture, as nights at home we're few and far inbetween, yet there was an itch in his brain, and it refused to let him rest his shoulders as he hoped.

His glance flickered across from him, having to manually pull his eyes away as he quickly became distracted from the game highlights on his phone. Your pants, abnormally short—but that was just lounge attire—which he had no right to a second glance at. He never wanted to inhibit you, you were his roommate and the last thing he wanted was to make you feel as though you couldn’t be comfortable in your own home.

A pit in his stomach threw a wrench into his sense of control, and it wasn’t until you dramatically fell back with a groan that he realized the direction his brain was leading him into, he pulled himself back to reality.

“This sucks.” You grouched. Questioning with a hum, Iwaizumi suddenly became very interested in the ball flying around his phone screen, “Dating. All my friends are out with their partners and I haven’t gotten an ounce or action since freshman year.” You jumped back up to drop your head in your hands, “Pathetic.” 

“Yeah, you are.” He chuckled, seizing the opportunity. “But y’know, I have quite the network.” Iwaizumi began to stretch, the strain of his muscles thickening the rasp of his voice, “I could always set you up.” Turning to look at him, and waiting for his gaze to land on you, you tilted your head in confusion in hopes of prompting an explanation.

“I mean, I know a close friend of mine is looking for something new—that’s what you're looking for right? A relationship?” You were surprised to find he was actually engaged in this conversation, quick to help you solve your unprompted problem. It would've been heartwarming, if it didn’t feel like a set up from your grandma who was desperate to marry you off.

“Uh, yeah. I don’t do flings anymore.” You trailed off, praying that your words didn’t carry any unintentional weight. He looked up from his phone, gaze narrowingly slightly, as your face gave him hints that you were aware of the implications of your comment. Iwaizumi wondered what experience you had that made you swear off casual relationships, he concluded that it wasn’t his business.

“Right.” He dropped his eyes back to his phone, before typing something you couldn’t see, “I’m going—to reach out to a friend of mine, you’ll know him.” It would’ve been fruitless to sweep your brain for the possible friend he was talking about, between his ever changing circle of drinking buddies and revolving door of girls covering all fields of the list would never end. 

-

About a week later, you concluded that maybe you shouldn’t have put so much trust in Iwaizumi—because while you were only passively involved in his life you didn’t expect to be whisked away on a date with Oikawa Tooru. The man across from you was Iwaizumi’s lockscreen for God’s sake, were there really no other options? 

You could sense the tension in Oikawa’s shoulders, and a nervous hand flung up to his face to readjust his glasses. He was probably just as uncomfortable as you were, only an acquaintance, but one with a weirdly complex understanding of the common thread you two held, nonetheless. 

However, it wasn’t just Iwaizumi’s lingering presence that made the date awkward. No, it was the fact that the poor brunette across from you was trying so desperately to outrun the awkwardness that he just ended up tripping, falling flat on his face. You didn’t initially take Oikawa for a talker—or a sweater, but his nervousness was unnerving and obviously got the better of him. 

“I’m sorry—,” he said, after coming to realize that he had been talking about his flopping major for the past five minutes or so, “I’m not usually this nervous, I wasn’t expecting someone I already knew.” You nodded, your lips forming a straight line, as you reminded yourself to pour cold water on your roommate tomorrow. 

“It's alright,” you reassured, “I’m surprised you're still dating in all honestly—’thought someone would’ve picked up the handsome-student-athlete package by now.” It was silent for a moment, as he examined your features for any traces of mockery. You began to do the same when he suddenly fell into a fit of chuckles, which you couldn’t help but feel alienated by. 

Looking around, and apologizing to the passing waiters with your eyes, you waited for Oikawa to cease his attack. Wiping a hand across his tearline, he pointed a finger your way, “Since we’re being honest,” he began earnestly, “I thought you and Iwaizumi we're definitely fucking on the down-low.” 

You choked on the cola you were nursing, trying to hold back the flush that spread across your face and realizing how grateful you were for the dim lights scattered above you. This insinuation did not make any sense to you, was Oikawa familiar with Iwaizumi at all? It was impossible for him to be ignorant to the girls in which his best friend cycled through on a weekly basis.

Were you supposed to be offended by the fact that he thought you were one of them? You condemned yourself at the thought, trying not to judge either party for the fact that they were getting laid and you, unfortunately, we're not. Then again, did he think you were charming enough to be one of those girls?

Confliction ran rampant in your brain, and you soon became lost in your thoughts. Oikawa pulled you out when he noticed the look in your eyes getting farther and farther away, “I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to be vulgar or assume anything its just—”

“It’s fine, really!” You were a little too eager to reassure this time, as you took another sip out of your drink in embarrassment, it was a shame that this would go down as one of the worst dates you’ve ever been on, because Oikawa truly was sweet. If only your instagiator of a roommate hadn’t put you both in this position, maybe you would've actually enjoyed yourself. 

You and Oikawa split the bill. 

-

Iwaizumi didn’t ask any questions that night when you came home and immediately crashed onto the couch, throwing your purse somewhere unidentifiable. He simply sipped his drink, before returning to his room to study, without getting his hopes up at either outcome—at this point he wasn’t entirely sure which one he preferred. 

The conversation didn’t come up until you were out grocery shopping a few days later, and you muttered something almost incomprehensible while examining a stem of scallions. “You’re paying this week.” He followed up your declaration with a hum before deciding the greens were good enough and tossing them to him. “You owe me repercussions for that trainwreck of a date.” 

You continued walking down the vegetable aisle, and Iwaizumi was quick to trail after you despite the rusted wheels of the cart—he was suddenly very intrigued by what you had to say. “What do you mean?” He wasn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved, “I would be careful what you say, thats my best friend yo—” 

“It wasn’t Oikawa himself,” you emphasized, “It was the fact that he’s like—your brother—shit was weird. Never again.” You huffed, dropping some oranges you most likely weren’t going to eat in front of him. “I thought you said you had a network—I see him like once a week at least.” 

Iwaizumi pondered your analysis, he did say he had a network didn’t he? Pursing his lips, he wanted to offer another friend, but realized that when you said never again, you probably meant never again. He put the conversation to rest until you reached the next aisle, “I still don’t understand why I have to pay repercussions, it was kind of a pain in ass to get you that date.” 

You rolled your eyes at the ever difficult boy to your left, “Right, because a phone call is so much damn work.” He furrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to reply only to be cut off by your stern tone once again, “Reach up and grab that box, the red one.” Even in his irritated state, he complied, grabbing the box and passing it to you before throwing out his hands.

“I’m not a damn matchmatcher. The least I could get is a thank you.” He felt the frustration rising up his throat, words flying your way like sharp daggers,  “Not many people are looking for a whole fucking relationship, I did my best.” 

Maybe it was your lack of gratitude, but other than that, he really had no reason to be getting so worked up—Iwaizumi was always selfless, why now was he so insistent on gaining recognition for his efforts? It seemed far too trivial, and you felt yourself getting just as worked up as he was, “Not everyone wants to sleep around like you do, Iwa!” 

The eyes of the other patrons in the aisle fell on the two of you, and the stares directed at your back practically suffocated you. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He whispered, shooting those around his apologetic glances as you practically cowered in embarrassment, the gesture on his end almost felt condescending. “What, you’re going to slut-shame me now?” 

The ghostly asphyxiation had a hold on your throat, as you stuttered, “I just—no of course not—why would I— forget it.” You trudged out the aisle, leaving Iwaizumi alone to stare at the boxes of cereal. He quickly turned around to gather the cart, still embarrassed by the lingering energy you two managed to leave behind. 

Neither one of you spoke to one another for the rest of the outing.

-

Fights we're not good for the longevity of a living space, so you and Iwaizumi avoided them at all costs. If there was a disagreement with the utility bill, or a miscommunication that left one, the other, or both parties angry—the two of you would actually sit down and talk about it. Your arrangement was  healthier than most relationships, and the two of you were only tenants by chance.

This is why you were so shocked to see Iwaizumi giving you the cold shoulder, quite literally, as he passed you a cup of cold coffee the next morning with not nearly enough creamer. He then would make some comment under his breath before leaving abruptly, and not returning until the late hours of the night.

He even went as far as making a ruckus whenever he brought a guest over—which mind you—was a frequent occurrence. It was the uncharacteristic pettiness that hinted at the fact that this time you may have crossed a line. The last thing you intended to do was shame him, you didn’t feel morally superior to him, but you’d be lying to yourself by saying that you weren’t at least trying to act so in the heat of the moment.

Obviously, it failed—and now your apartment always feels ten degrees colder in the mornings, and ten times louder in the night. Your headphones were deemed useless a few days into this grudge he insisted on holding. 

Even Oikawa noticed, he had rolled in sometime around eleven the following Friday to pick up Iwaizumi—and as your roommate left he noticed how you remained unmoving against the kitchen counter, not even sparing one another so much as a glance. “Aren’t you going to say goodbye?” 

Iwaizumi scowled at him, and he couldn’t help but feel scolded under the gaze of his best friend. “No.” He snapped, titling his head down, his tone somehow insinuating that it should’ve been obvious, “Assholes don’t get goodbyes.” He ducked out the door, leaving Oikawa to bore holes into the back of your head with confused eyes, you didn’t spare him a glance either. 

You presumed Iwaizumi was angry because you judged his lifestyle, dabbling in his life where you didn’t belong and this was your payback. He was most likely waiting for you to apologize, and say that you were thankful for his help even if you didn’t have to be, and reassure him that there was no room for judgment behind your eyes.

Something you came to learn was that Iwaizumi was ridiculously stubborn, but so were you. 

There was a reason you told him to forget it, you didn’t mean it, and no matter how illogical it seemed, you felt it was his fault for taking it the wrong way. There was no need to prolong this squabble, and have it escalate until a full blown fight—if he wanted to be childish and refuse to swallow that horrendous pride of his, so be it. 

However, there was a point when things boiled over, especially when neither of you were well-versed in the ins and outs of quarreling with the one person you needed to get along with. You had to give yourself quite the pep talk, before putting your ego aside and taking a step into his bedroom, where he was hunched over a wide desk.

“Can I charge my phone in here? The outlets in the kitchen and my room are loose.” Iwaizumi pulled a headphone away from his ear, before turning to you with a furrowed brow. He was well aware of the fact that sometimes the outlets around the apartment didn’t hold, but the last thing he expected was for you to come to him with a favor amidst what he assumed to be a deadlock. 

Then again, he also saw an opening to crack a joke that was most certainly uncalled for. “Loose? Is that another dig at my sex life?” He tsked, before standing up and approaching the door, which you stood right outside of, refusing to enter the threshold of his bedroom—lord knows how many ghosts were in those walls. 

You took a step back, a little taken by his comment and unable to think of a quip in counter. His smirk was subtle, as he rested two arms above his head, leaning forward and allowing his weight to rest against the doorframe. “So judgemental.” The warmth of his breath gently grazed the tops of your cheeks, making it difficult to remember that the two of you were supposed to be fighting. 

“Will you just shut the fuck up and take my phone?” His eyebrow remained raised at your rude comment, before he dropped his arms and tore the device from your hands, the small veins on his knuckles growing at the tight grip. You turned on a heel to return to your room, but before you could make the full trip some words popped in your head that you couldn’t seem to push down fast enough.

“And by the way, Iwa?” He stuck his head out the door, “I didn’t mean it like that and you know it. You're acting like an immature jackass.” You paused, a sudden wave of courage overtaking you, “Cut the victim complex, you’re the one who called me a fucking prude for not being the campus wide slut, alright?” 

His eyes widened at your name calling, and he stepped out into the hallway to eye you down, your stature remained unmoved, but if he looked closely he could see your pupils double in size as he stood at his full height. “Woah, try uncalled for? If you have a problem with me bringing people over then say it to my face and let that be the end of it.” He pointed to himself, as his voice became rougher. 

The stiff tone of his words sliced your eardrums causing you to cringe. Your bravery flushed and went as quickly as it came now that he was the one shouting. Desperate to redeem yourself, you managed to push out a stuttered response, “I don’t care if you bring people over!” 

Iwaizumi was, at this point, beside himself—both of you had forgotten the root of this argument, the root of your anger, and yet there was a hole in the pit of your stomach propelling you forward. The floodgates had been opened, and neither of you were going to stop until everything was up in the air—even if that led to a less than favorable predicament. 

“Then what is the problem!” Iwaizumi hated to yell, but his voice had reached uncharacteristic height as he attuned himself to your volume, the two of you were now going in a circle and the brakes were out of reach, “I don’t know Iwa, what is the fucking problem?!” 

“The problem is that I’ve fucked most every girl on this campus and all I can think about is you!” The veins in his neck popped as the words flew well over your head, hitting the wall behind you, before ricocheting and stabbing you right in back—gracing your heart and making it bubble with fiery warmth.

“For months all I can seem to think about is your stupid fucking face, no matter how many girls I go out with I always come back to you and its so goddamn annoying!” He took a deep breath, leveling out his chest before taking a step back to watch you process. Your mouth was hung agape, and he couldn’t help but mimic it—a desperate attempt to form some reaction, any reaction, to the detrimental confession he just made. 

Mind running wild, debating back and forth whether or not what was happening was good—was what you wanted—and it was. It really was, despite how much you loathed his nature. The way your heart raced whenever he was around, the way it was racing now—feet moving on instinct towards his large and inviting body. 

His hands immediately found their place on your cheeks, cupping your jaw with force and pulling you as close as he possibly could as your lips came together in ecstasy. You could feel the blood rush to your head, flushing your skin whilst adrenaline pulsed through your veins—the energy alive and lustful, all of the tension you’d been holding for Iwaizumi flooding out of your heart. 

You grasped his hair, strands between your fingertips, yanking his head back and moving your mouth down to pepper sparse kisses down his face, sucking on the skin of his neck and leaving purple and brown bruises in its wake. The sounds of his moans encouraged you further, driving the need in the pit of your stomach—bodies having ached for each other for so long. 

“Let me see you,” he groaned, breathing out as he grabbed you by the jawline, guiding your lips back to his. He nipped at your lower lip, deepening the kiss with a little smirk growing on his sly expression. “You taste even better than I thought.”

“Good to know you’d been thinking about me.” You smirked, speaking between collisions, arms slung behind his head—pulling him closer, bodies pressed together, never wanting to let go. It was at this moment in which he knew that you’d been what he’d needed. You were the person he’d wanted all this time. “Might’ve been thinking about you,” he rasped.

“In between all the fuck buddies, right?” You couldn’t help but joke with him, even now—the smirk playing on your lips was a playful rendition of his own, which now blossomed to a full smile, gracing his face and allowing you to see the whites of his teeth.

“Shut up.” He groaned, rolling his eyes and loosening his grip slightly. Once again finding your opening, you slid in with your best quip yet. 

“Make me,” and with that, he pulled you back in. 

After that, the door to Iwaizumi’s bedroom closed for good—only the two of you remaining behind it. 

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[scarletgray]

oikawa: why did you give me flowers?

oikawa: r u gay?

iwaizumi: oikawa, this is a funeral, go put those flowers on the casket and come back my God

#and they've been dating for 3 years #haikyu #haikyuu #oikawa toru #oikawa #oikawa tooru #oikawa x iwaizumi #iwa chan #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #iwaizumi haikyuu #iwaizumi hq #oiiwa #hq oikawa #hq incorrect quotes

[ramblings-of-a-hopeful-heart]

𝕀'𝕞 "𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪" 𝕥𝕠 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ℙ𝕥. 𝟚 (ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎)

Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

Haikyuu!!!

Smut/18+

Tags: DDLG, daddy kink, manhandling, rough sex, face slapping, dacryphilia, pussy eating, punishment, explicit language, oral sex

*After an argument, of course you couldn't help but have an attitude. But...it seems that your husband found it necessary to remind you what he is to you. It doesn't matter whether you're fighting, whether you're mad, whether you wanna act like a brat.*

A/N: This is the last part. You can find part 1 here.

Feel free to request, my lubs. <3

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯���𝔦𝔰𝔱

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"Here." You gasped, breathless as you were slammed against the wall. Hand holding your face against it. In the background, you swear you heard the click of your house door closing, but all you could focus on was the gruff voice against your ear as he ground his hips against yours; his bulge rubbing against your ass. "This is what you wanted right? Pissy bitch."

He freed your head, only to reach forward, hand gripping at your throat to pull your head back against his shoulder. Your panting breaths heaved; your own chest rubbing against the wall.

Your hips ground back against his, trying to get some friction where you really needed it, but it wasn't enough. God, you needed something inside you.

His hands kneaded at your breasts, unbuttoning your shirt as he pinched your hard nipples poking through your shirt.

"Ha-Hajime, plea-."

Suddenly, a loud slap echoed through the room. Face stinging, disoriented, tears pooled at the corners of your eyes as you rubbed your thighs together, desperate for any sort or relieving friction.

"We just fucking talked about this, didn't we y/n? Didn't we?" His grip tightened around your neck; voice low and deep as he growled into your ear. "Looks like you didn't reflect at all. What the fuck is going on with my little brat? You feelin' rebellious today huh?"

You cried against his grip, gasping as you tried to reach down to ease the throbbing of your cunt.

"Just fucking try touching yourself without my permission, see if I still let you cum."

Your hand stopped in its track, shaking as you brought it up to plant against the wall.

"That's right." He let go of you, stepping back to watch your body tremble. "Keep 'em there."

You bit your lip, trying to suppress your needy whimpers as you pressed your face against the cool wall to relieve the heat plaguing your face.

"T-Touch me p-please...D-Daddy," you cried, craving his touch. You wriggled your hips back, trying to feel him on you, but to no avail. He stepped back enough so that you couldn't feel him at all. "P-Please...it hurts."

"Aw, it hurts?" Gasping, you struggled to keep still, feeling the tip of a single finger grazing at your slit, ever so lightly, through the cloth.

You fought every cell in your body not to move your hips, knowing that he'll take back as easily as he'll give.

"Does my little princess' pussy ache?"

And again he was against you. You sighed, relieved to be caged in his warm body once more. His arm wrapped around your waist, another around your torso, a finger tilting your head back to look at him.

"Your pretty pussy throbbing, baby? You itchin' for my cock to spread those fat pretty pussy lips and fill that wet cunt up with my cum?"

His words caressed at your lips, lust-filled eyes locked onto your tear-filled, half-lidded eyes as your lips parted to match the way his lips moved with every word.

"Yes." You breathed out, lost in his intense gaze, face inching to feel his mouth on yours. God, to feel something, anything. "Fuck D-Daddy, y-yes please."

"Hmm, I'll think about it," he scoffed, his hand slipping into the waste band of your pants, then into your underwear, then down into your slit.

You fell back against him, whimpering at the calloused finger rubbing circles at your clit; hips jerking with every rub as he nuzzled his head against your shoulder, placing fervent little kisses along with stinging love bites.

"Horny little princess, so fucking wet," he mumbled against your shoulder, eyes immersed in the way you bit your bottom lip to keep your moans at bay. "Fuck...You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?"

He shoved you against the wall once more as sat himself down, back against the wall, face directly in front of your clothed pussy, skirt resting haphazardly on top of his head.

Shivers ran throughout your body, feeling his hot breath through the cloth as he ran his hands up your bare legs; fingers grazing against your calves; hands kneading at your plump thighs.

His fingers teased at at hem of your underwear, hands sliding in to rub at your bare ass, before burying his face between your legs.

Hands on your ass kept you in place as he pressed his face against your cunt, groaning as he breathed you in, feeling the wetness soaking your panties.

You pressed your forehead against the wall, eyes shut tightly as you felt that first kiss against your clit. The warmth of his wet tongue had your legs struggling to keep you up.

Slowly, he slid your underwear down, admiring the slick that came along with it as he brought the down for you to step out of.

"Fuck..." You whimpered at the breathy word fanning your bare cunt as a finger prodded at your wetness, slipping inside to hook against your g-spot eliciting a cry from your lips.

"Shit baby, you really are feeling it huh? My horny little baby," he mumbled absentmindedly before his lips finally latched on to your slit.

His guttural groans reverberated, sending vibrations throughout your body, as he lapped and sucked at your juices, adding another digit to his thrusting fingers.

"Da-Daddy...mmm, please...slow down." Whining, your hands balled into fists against the wall, struggling to contain the building pleasure in your womb. "I'm so close. God, I'm so close."

He hummed against your cunt, pressing his mouth harder against you as he focused on your clit, licking, sucking, nipping at the sensitive little bud all the while his fingers stretched out your sopping hole.

He could feel his cock throbbing painfully inside his pants, watching the way your juices dripped from his fingers, down to elbows, and onto his jeans.

The lewd squelching sounds of your pussy. The feeling of you fighting against his grip, trying to free your sensitive clit from his lips. Your cries getting louder and louder as you got closer and closer. The feeling of your gummy, wet walls, convulsing, clamping down on his fingers with every thrust.

He was going fucking insane.

He fucking needed to be inside you.

"P-Plea-Please...Daddy pleeeease," you cried, feeling that familiar coiling feeling building. Winding tighter and tighter, on the very verge of snapping until...it stopped.

Nothing.

No mouth. No fingers. Nothing.

You heaved, sobbing as your knees finally buckled, falling to straddle the man on the floor.

"W-Why...Why'd y-you stop?" Your hand gripped at his shirt, head pressed against his shoulder as you struggled to contain the trembling of your body.

"Did I say I'd let you cum?" He rubbed circles at your back, easing your jerking sobs, in contrast to his harsh words. "And did I say you could take your hands of the wall?"

"I-I...can't a-anymore." You mumbled, head still nuzzled against him.

"Hmm, you can't anymore." His voice was deceivingly gentle, but you knew this was far from over. You recalled all the times you woke up, not being able to move a single muscle from everything he does to you. "Should we stop then, baby?"

It was a useless question. He knew how badly you needed to cum...and he knew how badly you needed him.

"N-No...daddy. I wanna cum...please," you whispered, closing your eyes to breath him in this soft moment before he goes back to fucking you senseless.

"Good girl." You felt his hand slither up your back, tangling within your hair. Then with a sharp tug, he yanked your face away from his shoulder to face him, his eyes taking in your flushed, tear-stained face. "Don't fucking cry now, darling. You wanted this right? You wanted my cock, right?"

"Y-Yes daddy."

"Then put it in yourself, princess."

You bit your lip; his grip stinging at the back of your head as you nodded slightly and only then did he let go.

A hand gripping at his shoulder, you raised your hips, hovering above his lap and tugged his sweats and boxers down just enough to free his member.

His hands grasped at your hips, thumbs rubbing circles at your skin as he watched you sink down on his cock, legs trembling. You tried to ease his size in, until you finally inched him in to the base.

Panting, you pressed your head against his chest, fingers clenched at his shirt, as you let your walls adapt to his pulsing member.

"Hey..." he grumbled, hands kneading impatiently at your ass. "I didn't tell you to stop."

"M-My legs..."

"Your legs? Hmm...fine." A hand reached up, gripping at your hair, yanking your head back once more so he could devour your mouth with his. "I guess you did manage to put it in yourself...Should I reward you, baby?"

You could only groan out a response as he bucked his hips into you once, grinning at the way your jaw slackened at his sudden movement.

"Y-Yes pleasee." You were breathless, feeling the way he ground his hips against yours; the way his tip just rubs against your cervix in the perfect way.

You brought your shaky hands up, cupping his face between your palms as your hazy eyes looked at him, pleading.

"I-I love you...p-please..." you uttered, completely drunk on the throbbing cock inside you. "Please, daddy, I need you. Please...fuck me."

His grip on your hair loosened, coming to intertwine his fingers with yours, placing a gentle kiss on your palm.

"I love you too, baby," he whispered, holding your trembling frame as he gripped at your hips, lifting. "Daddy's gonna be nice now."

And with that, he thrusted his hips up, ramming himself into you as he yanked your hips down to meet his with a loud slap.

Gasping, your mouth opened in a silent scream; your hands now planted against the wall on either side of his head, trying to steady yourself as he plunged up into you with every strong thrust.

His mouth latched onto yours in an greedy open-mouthed kiss, hungrily consuming in each other in a messy frenzy. You felt saliva dribbling down your chin, mixing with the tears streaming down.

Your knees stung against the hardwood floor, the only relief being the way he thrusted up against you, lifting your body slightly.

Your thighs trembled every time his hips slammed into yours, squelching sounds proving exactly how sopping wet your pussy is.

He felt your body fall limp against him, your soft incoherent cock-drunk mumbles melding in with his grunts and the lewd sounds of your cunt as he brought your hips down on him over and over again. He could feel his soaked pants as your juices dripped down your thighs.

"-gonna cum...I'm-I'm...gonna-"

You were so close. God, you were so close. You had absolutely no energy left in your body. Your arms draped limply over his shoulders, your head nuzzled against your neck as you relished in his own moans.

You were in his hands. Nothing was in your control anymore. Your sore legs couldn't even move, let alone bounce on him.

"-ddy...d-daddy...slow-slowly...please."

You begged him to slow down, feeling yourself being thrusted to your high unbearably fast. It was coming. Fast. That coiling unbridled feeling in the depths of your gut wrenching and writhing, wringing tighter and tighter until...you came. You felt everything overflow, bursting out of you, surging out in streams of wetness interrupted with every slam of his hips.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Baby, did you cum? Did you cum for me? Fuck its so wet."

He watched it squirt out of you with every thrust, puddling onto the floor. He willed himself to slow down, trying so badly to let you come down from your high, but he couldn't. Not when he was so close to his own release like this.

Your jaw propped open, tear streamed eyes rolling back as unending plunging brought orgasm after orgasm.

"-dy...Da...ddy...please...e-enough...I-I c-can't..."

"I'm sorry, baby. Just a bit more. A bit more baby. I'm almost there. Almost there."

Your cries were in vain as he desperately chased his climax, thrusting and thrusting until with one final buck, he held his hips up against yours, his grip keeping you in place.

"Fuuucckkk," he gritted, spurting into you; your tight walls squeezing every last drop of his seed.

He plopped his hips back down onto the floor, exhausted as he pulled out of you.

He sighed, feeling your trembling sobbing body as he held you against him, one hand at the back of your head, keeping you nuzzled against his neck. The other rubbed soft circles at your back as he calmed you.

"I got you baby. I got you. Daddy's got you. I love you darling."

You panted against him, breathing in his scent, relaxation slowly taking over your body.

"-love...you too. I...love you...too," you mumbled, sighing as your eyes fluttered close, succumbing to the exhaustion as he held you, completely and utterly satisfied.

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𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

#iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi haikyuu #haikyuu #smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi haijime x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi x reader smut #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi x you smut #iwaizumi x y/n smut #roahh Haikyuu #roahh iwaizumi #roahh

[emmyrosee]

“Do you remember when your ex dumped you back in second year and you came over to my house crying?”

Hajime nearly combusts in your lap with how hot his face became, a deep flush of scarlet making its presence known. Poor thing had been scrolling on his phone with his head resting on your thighs, almost dozing off from the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair.

“First of all, I’d just like to let you know that I hated the way you started this conversation,” He scowls, emerald eyes flicking up to your curious face from his phone. “Secondly, what’s the point of your question?”

“Well I just realized that I never really knew why you two broke up, and I kinda want to know.”

Instantly, Hajime rolls his eyes before sitting up, his large hand pinching the bridge of his nose, “I don’t know… does it matter? It was years ago, why do you think about them?”

“Well you know about my hookups!”

“Babe, we’ve all made out with Mattsun, I’ve told you it doesn’t count-“

“You all WHAT?”

“I thought that was common knowledge,” he shrugs. You blink at him, eyes wide before one brow quirks in confusion, “uhm. We’ll come back to that. Now, about that ex-“

“Please don’t make me say it,” he whines, resting his elbows on his knees and face burying in his hands. His ears are bright red, flushed to the point where you’re sure it’s hot to the touch, but when he responds like that, you’re almost determined to make him answer, no matter how much of a bully you’re being.

“Okay, you can’t respond like that and expect me not to be curious,” you snort, your arms tossing around his hunched frame. “C‘mon Haji,” you purr, nudging the bit of his cheek with your nose. “It’s just me, babe. You know you can tell me anything.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“We’ve lived together for two years, you’ve come in the bathroom to floss you’re teeth while I’m pooping, you let me pop blackheads on your nose on facetime with your friends, but this is embarrassing?”

“Well it was, but now I’m questioning this entire situation.”

You roll your eyes, “you fucking love me.” Then, you smile and bounce on your haunches, “tell me! You can trust me! Besides, you already know I’m going to ask tooru anyways, so you may as well-”

“Jesus fuck, alright,” he growls, but his grumpiness quickly turns less threatening when your arms toss around his shoulders and you plant a kiss to his cheek. He gives you a sigh and rubs his eyes.

“So… my ex and I were each other’s like. First serious relationship,” he begins, and he absolutely hates how invested you already look. “I mean, we were together for nine months, it was the first time someone wanted to know me and not just to get closer to Tooru.”

The idea of that makes you pout slightly; in your own dating, you’d never had thought about people using him to get closer to Oikawa, you’d always known you wanted him. You nod and bring your hand up to card his thick locks, something he’d always found comfort in.

You also remember how heart broken you were when you'd seen and heard that they were together. How Hanamaki tried relentlessly to cheer you up, build you back up, and how guilty you felt for not being happy for your friend. You'd been there first to want him and not Tooru, but it was in vain.

Besides, you were together now; in your head, there's no reason why he should be nervous to tell you.

He angles his head into your touch, "and... and they were good to me! They trusted me and they appreciated all I would do, and at the end of the day, they were the ones who I always could turn to."

"Hey! You could've turned to me!"

"This isn't about you," he scolds playfully. "Anyways. They loved me until the end, and if I didn't ruin shit, we may have still been together."

"Yeah, that doesn't make me feel insecure at all," you grumble.

He furrows his brows, but it’s offset with a smirk, "if you'd let me talk and finish the story, you wouldn't have to feel insecure."

You stay quiet again. He rolls his eyes and pinches the brim of his nose, "then... do you remember Hanamaki's party for going into third year?"

"Yeah." It was a party you'd remembered being fine until Oikawa had to drive a sickened Hajime home, and you'd blown up his phone in worry. Hanamaki called you obsessive. You put a thumbtack in his sneaker.

"Right... so," he rubs the back of his neck nervously. "So we kinda... snuck away to be alone and use those stupid lovers affirmations and... and then things got touchy and kissy and-"

"Gagging."

"Interrupting again," he snips before composing himself again. Now, he's really starting to fidget, and you're starting to have an uneasy feeling about it. "And we started kissing and out hands started to wander and..." he pauses and looks at you, half expecting you to interrupt, but at the sight of you completely immersed, he grimaces.

“And… and they moaned my name… and then, when I was uhm… I was supposed to moan theirs…”

“Oh my god, did you moan Oikawa’s?” You gasp, already falling to a fit of laughter from your anxiety. It was a common joke in the group that Tooru and Hajime were secretly together but dated others so they wouldn’t seem suspicious, but to think it could be true caused you to absolutely cackle. “No wonder they dumped you!I can see it now! Just a soft little t-tooru-“

“Fuck off, I moaned your name, asshole.”

Your laughter stopped immediately, your face dropping to one of absolute surprise. The smugness that dripped from your tone now seems to reside in his, and he smirks softly as he crosses his arms.

“Not so funny now, is it?”

“You… you said my name?”

“Yeah,” he scoffs. He adverts his gaze and tries to fight the blush splaying on his face, “I’ve wanted you since the beginning.”

“Why did you never like… try?”

“I thought you liked Oikawa.”

“Why would you think I like Oikawa!”

“You spent so much time with him!”

“Because I was too shy to be near you, stupid!”

The both of your chests heave at your confessions, before you break the silence with a few breathy giggles.

"Fuck, man," you chuckle, curling your frame into his side. "We truly were so dumb."

"You don't know how hard Oikawa tried to convince me to confess to you."

"Same!" You say, beaming. "I always told him there was no shot you would've had feelings for me."

He doesn't admit it, but you know Hajime had a similar experience with his friend. The silence falls much more comfortable than it had been before, and with your attention turned back to the TV, you flick your gaze back briefly when you feel Hajime reach for his phone. "Whatcha doin'?"

He smirks, "gonna text Oikawa that I just realized you had a crush on me in high school."

You snort, "you're evil. You trying to give him an aneurism?"

"Maybe."

You pause. Then you paw for your own phone to text the same victim.

Might as well make him bitter, together.

#i like to think oikawa was in fact extremely bitter #being like YEAH I K N O W MATE- #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime fluff #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader #iwaizumu hajime x reader fluff #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi hajime haikyuu #iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumu x reader #iwaizumi x gn!reader #iwaizumi x reader fluff #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader fluff

[lowkeyremi]

I love how fanon oikawa and atsumu are besties while canon oikawa and atsumu are like: “I’LL WHOOP YO ASS!!” … “YO GIRLFRIEND LOOK LIKE MY MAMA”

im here for the oikawa and hinata friendship

kuroo and oikawa meeting went exactly how I thought it was gonna be lmaoo

ive never really liked oikawa when he has hot friends like mattsun, iwa, and makki, but TIMESKIP OIKAWA???? WHY IS HE KINDA HOT

I NEED THE HAIKYUU 10TH CHRONICLES SOOOOOOOOOO BAD

ima need to take my Japanese lessons if I plan to understand what the book even says bc translating everything will be a pain in my ass

SUNA IS SO HOT

like I wasn’t feeling his hair cut at first but I kinda like it now

ok im done

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #atsumu miya #oikawa torū #suna rinatro #tetsuro kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi haikyuu #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #hinata shoyuo #haikyuu 10th chronicles #Haikyuu 10 year anniversary

[trueshellz]

Haikyuu Boys: Pregnancy Annoucement Angst

Warnings: reader crying, kuroo shouting, things thrown, mentions of leaving, iwaizumi accuses you of cheating, crying, hugging, angst but happy ending, female reader

Summary: Part 2 to this but with Kuroo and Iwaizumi

Scenario

You had found out you were pregnant a few days ago, with your long term boyfriend often out the country you were struggling with how to tell him and when to tell him. He was home for a while and thought you would broach the subject and see his reaction. You had went out and bought a cute gift bag with some baby trainers in there similar to the ones he always wore and hidden it under your clothes to surprise him with.

Kuroo

"Tetsu... you want kids someday right?"

Kuroo shrugged, his expression nonchalant as he moved around the kitchen. You were making breakfast together, thankfully your stomach wasn't so bad this morning, and you thought this would be a good time. You smiled when he leaned down to kiss you, putting some toast on a plate, but a small gnawing of worry formed in your stomach when he started frowning.

"If I'm honest, not right now. I'm so busy with work and everything, especially the recent promotion, an ankle biter would just make things difficult for me."

For him?

Him?

What about you?

"Yeah but, it'd be nice? You'd be home more and-"

"You want me home more? I didn't know that. We don't need a kid for that though, kitten."

"No, but-"

"And anyway, it'll be too much work, life is stressful enough anyway I don't want a kid too."

Suddenly your appetite had gone, you stared down at your plate and frowned. How had this gone so, so wrong? Gritting your teeth, you forced a smile on your face as you looked at his back, hand rubbing your lower stomach as you vowed to keep your baby safe. You hoped once you told him, he would have a change of heart... he loved you right?

"Tetsu, what if-"

A long pause, his hands frozen as he turned to face you with another frown. His eyes darting between your face and stomach, pan still in his hand from making breakfast.

"I just said, I don't want a kid. Why do you keep asking?"

Now you were pissed, nodding along with his rant again about his job and stress you rose up and grabbed a hoodie to pull on over your t-shirt and leggings. The small bag you had prepared behind the sofa, the same one you picked up and hurled at his chest. Watching in anguish as it landed on the floor with a thud, one shoe popping out and rolling to his foot.

"We don't need you anyway. I'll look after my baby myself."

Kuroo stopped, his eyes meeting yours as he let the words sink in and felt the small trainer land next to his barefoot. Bending down he picked up the bag, peering inside to see a small card and a picture of a positive pregnancy test. He felt his heart stop, a lump in his throat as he looked up at you and started to make his way to hug you. Stopping short when you held your hand up, shaking your head at him while tears ran down your face.

I did that.

"I- kitten? I-"

"Don't worry, I'll be out your hair soon. I'm going back to my parents house. You don't need to concern yourself with me, Tetsuro."

He winced at the use of his full name, something you hadn't called him in years. The small trainer still in his hand, so small compared to his own frame. He imagined how tiny the baby must be now, gaze landing on you as he tried to remember if your body had changed. Taking a deep breath, he moved forward and held your wrist this time and used the tug you forward until you landed on his chest. He was well prepared for you to hit him, not that it hurt at all, he could see your shoulders shaking as you cried and landed blows on his bare chest. His arms wrapping around you even though you resisted and tugged you forward until your tears met his warm skin, chin leaning in your head as he rocked you side to side.

"I hate you."

"I know, kitten."

"You don't want this."

"I was shocked and yeah, I was speaking earlier about my job and shit. But when you told me, I don't know. I imagined you all pregnant, then a little girl who looks like you. And then the thought of losing you. Baby, I'm upset that I made you cry and I hate that youre hurting because of me. I didnt mean to hurt you, I swear. Please believe me."

Iwaizumi

Iwaizumi spent so much of his time travelling, between his time with the team abroad and his own training and qualifications it was often a whirlwind when he came home. You had been toying with the idea of telling him so many times, but each time he came home he was exhausted and barely able to keep his eyes open long enough. On the days he was recovered, he would often just want to take you out and spend time with you and the last thing hou wanted was to spring this on him at a dinner date.

The one evening he was sat on the sofa, laptop perched on his thighs as he completed his pre-travel paperwork while you made dinner. Your eyes casting back and looking at the place you had stored the gift bag, between the sofas on the floor near him. Every so often, you would glance up and catch his eye causing him to smile at you, about an hour passed and while dinner cooked you decided to try and have a chat with him.

"Haji... can I ask you something?"

"Sure, doll."

"If I got pregnant-"

A hand gripping your arm made you jump, eyes meeting his worried ones. "You're pregnant? I thought you were on birth control-"

"Listen, I-"

"I don't understand how you thought this was ok. I mean, I got my job and I'm always travelling. The last thing I want is a kid."

"But, Haji if you just-"

"Wait. Is it even mine? I've been away so much, doll. You been getting lonely without me?"

What?

Standing back up, you pressed your hands to your eyes as he rambled on behind you about fidelity and how you should have been taking your tablets. You could feel your lunch from earlier sitting in your stomach, a hollow feeling ever growing the more he spoke. Reaching down to pick up the bag, you thrust it in his chest and pushed it against him. His eyes widening when he saw the watery tracks running down your face, hand reaching out for you only for it to be slapped away.

"Don't. Touch me."

"Doll, I-"

"No, Hajime."

Turning away you wrenched your arm when he tried to hold it, the bag still clutched in his hand when he stood in front of you. Your vision was obstructed with tears, birk g tour lip to stop the sobs escaping as you covered your mouth.

"Baby, I didn't mean-"

"But you did!" You didn't mean to shout the last bit, hands wiping your face as you shook your head in dismay. "How dare you! How dare you stand there and accuse me of sleeping around. You go around gallivanting in different countries, how can I believe that you don't have a girlfriend in each place? Hmm? You think that little of me? Of our relationship? I love you, Hajime." A huff as you laughed, the sound empty and humourless. "Well, I did anyway."

Turning away again you stopped when his arms wrapped around you from behind, his head dropped on your shoulder as you felt his body shake. Your own tears starting up again when he sucked in a breath, a sniffle as he gathered himself.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it and it was a dumbass thing to say. I swear on my life that I will make it up to you." His arms tightening around you as he whispered your name. "Please. Please don't leave me. I love you so much."

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Hii :)) can i request oikawa having his bday and he's only paying attention to his ex who visited and reader feels left out so she decides to walk out but he don't notice until friend tells him abt it??

If there was one thing you learned in your years of being with Oikawa Tooru, anything involving the Great King requires a grand celebration.

 You met him when you were a sophomore in college. You were studying abroad in Argentina and your roommate, who’s lived there her whole life dragged you to a volleyball game and that’s where you saw him; and somehow, he saw you too. And as they say and all famous love stories: the rest is history. 

You dated for four years and even moved in together, before you graduated college and went back to Japan, doing a year and a half long-distance. Oikawa had never hated being apart from someone so much and knew this meant you were special and proposed. 

Now, both twenty-six and together again. You’re laying on the couch in your shared home on the coast when he asks you, “do you want to come back to Japan with me?”

“What?”

He was standing over by the balcony but now drops down next to you on the couch saying, “I mean the Olympics are coming up and I was going to leave a few weeks early to catch up with everyone and I think you should meet my friends. Plus, my birthday is in the middle of the games so maybe we could all do something?”

“Uh... I don’t know. I feel like I’d be kinda out of place with all of your friends and none of mine.”

“It’s always gonna be like that if you never meet them. But hey, you can even bring Eliana, you’re old roommate, I’ll pay.”

“That’s a lot to do and I still-”

“Please,” he begs, making his eyes as big as possible, “I wanna show off my fiance to everyone. And I don’t want you to miss my twenty-seventh birthday, I won’t have fun unless you’re there.”

“I-”

“Please.”

“Fine-”

“Yay!” he cheered and began peppering kisses all over your face. 

So that was how you ended up back in Japan, surrounded by muscular men, with your college best friend Eliana as she tried to not drool. 

“Close your mouth,” you suggest. 

“Shittykawa’s gonna be here in fifteen, hurry up with the decorations!” Iwaizumi screams. 

“Who is that?” Eliana gawked. 

“Iwaizumi Hajime, he’s an athletic trainer-”

“And hot-”

“And off-limits,” you warn.

“But-”

“Down girl.”

“Oi, Y/N!” Iwaizumi calls, “over here.”

“I hate you so much,” Eliana whispers and you roll your eyes before walking over to him. 

“Hey.”

“Wow,” he whispers.”

“What?”

“Nothing, nice to finally meet you in person.”

“You too, he talks a lot about you.”

“Good things I hope.”

“I…no,” you wince. 

“Figured, anyway, you’re gonna go pick him up right?”

“Yeah, I was just about to leave.”

“Great, just to warn you though, this parties gonna be pretty big, and he was pretty popular in school so-”

“Oh, I know all about his fangirls. I’ll be fine.”

“No, um- his ex is coming.”

“The ex?”

“Yeah.”

You know her name is Fumi. That they dated his third year in high school, that the only time cried over something besides volleyball was when they broke up. That she’s apparently just as beautiful as ever according to Matuskawa and according to Hanamaki, she’s still single. 

“Oh,” you say, almost cheerfully. “Great!”

You pick Oikawa up, almost crashing the car several times due to how much your hands were shaking. Somehow you manage to get both of you there alive and he quickly gets out of the car to open the door for you on your side, He grabs your hand, pulls you out of the car, and interlocks your fingers. 

“I got you,” he promises with a small smile and your heart warms believing him.

“Okay.”

You walk into the restaurant together, and loudly everyone yells, “surprise!”

His smile widens and lets out a pure laugh and turns back to you, “you planned this.”

“Hey, we all did!” Matsukawa argues but Iwaizumi nudges him. “But she did most of it.”

“One hell of a fiance you got there,” Iwaizumi says, 

“Don’t I?” he agrees, planting a kiss on your cheek. 

The party goes off without a hitch and with a few drinks in, most of the old Aoba Johsai team is sitting around a table with you comfortably placed on Oikawa’s lap.

“So how’d you two meet?” Kindaichi asks and Oikawa smiles. 

He looks up at you making eye contact as he answers, “it was the first game of my second season out in Argentina, and I had already known Eliana because her school was nearby where we trained so we were pretty good friends. So I invite her to the game and she comes with the most beautiful girl I have ever seen-”

“Oh really, I don’t remember that.”

Oikawa turns away from you to look at the end of the table where the voice was coming from, “Fumi, hi,” Oikawa greets her. 

“Aww, I wanted a little more than that from the birthday boy,” she pouts. 

He sighs, tapping your thigh, a signal for you to get up and you do. Oikawa stands up and walks over to give her a hug and you could have sworn she inhaled to smell him. 

“It’s been too long, buy me a drink?” she asks but before he could answer, she’s already dragging her over to the bar. 

You figure he would talk to her for around five minutes, but five turns into ten then fifteen, and eventually forty-five minutes. 

“You okay?” Iwaizumi asks and you nod.

You look over to the pair, both laughing loudly; he was having fun and you weren’t. 

“Um…I think I’m gonna go,” you announce. 

“What? Why?” Hanamaki asks. 

“Why do you think?” Iwaizumi wonders, nodding over to the exes, and then Hanamaki understands. 

“Shit,” he mutters, “it was nice meeting you.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Do you need me to take you somewhere?” Iwaizumi offers and you shake your head. 

“I got her,” Eliana assures him, getting up with you and you both take your leave. 

Fumi happily watches you go, a small smile appearing on her lips when you do.

“I’m gonna go freshen up,” she says, excusing herself and he nods eagerly. 

The moment she’s out of sight, he slumps over the counter in exhaustion before getting up and going back to his table. 

“How did I ever date her? She’s so annoying,” he says and the boys laugh.

“Guess you’re glad you found Y/N, huh,” Atari asks. 

“Am I ever. Where is she, by the way? I can barely take all this without her.”

“She left dumbass,” Iwaizumi tells him. 

“What?”

“Yeah, I guess she doesn’t enjoy seeing you flirt with your ex for an hour.”

“I wasn’t flirting I was-” “Yes, he was,” Fumi says, returning from the restroom and sitting down on his knee. By instinct, he pushes her off and she dramatically falls. 

“What the hell!”

“Don’t do that.”

“You let that bi-”

“My fiance can do whatever she wants, and I’m going to go find her.”

You and Oikawa didn’t know each other when you both lived in Japan. But he listens to you well enough to know where you’d go when you’re back home. 

“Hey,” he says softly, finding you on a park bench by the lake. 

“Hi,”  you whisper. 

He sits down next to you, clearly hiding something behind his back but you can’t bring yourself to care.

“I-”

“That was so embarrassing.”

“I know-”

“No you don’t, you didn’t have you watch your fiance forget you about while talking to his ex for an hour. You didn’t have to leave in the middle of a party you threw like a rejected teenage fangirl, you didn’t have to feel like a fucking third wheel in your own relationship. You don’t know, so don’t pretend as you do.”

He pauses for a long time before responding, “I am so sorry and I am a piece of shit for making you feel like I abandoned you. But… if it makes you feel better, I hated the party as much as you.”

“What?”

“I wasn’t joking when I said I don’t have fun unless you’re there.”

“You were laughing.”

“I was fake-laughing. I swear I was miserable every second you weren’t by my side,” he confesses and you hate to admit it but you smiled. 

“Good,” you huffed. 

“But hey, it’s still my birthday,” he points out and you turn over to him he pulled a cupcake with a singular candle out from behind his back. 

You roll your eyes, asking, “lighter?” 

He takes on out of his pocket gives it to you and you light the candle. He blows it out quickly then looks up at you. 

“What’d you wish for?”

“I can’t tell you that, it won’t come true,” he teases and you laugh as he wraps his arm around you.

“Whatever.”

“Hey, I really love you,” he tells you. 

“Shut up.”

“Don’t be mean! I mean it.”

“Then I love you too,” you say smiling, leaning further into him. “Happy birthday, love.”

Oikawa’s never going to directly tell you his wish. But the long answer, is he wished for more nights like these. Just the two of you and the stars, He wished to see you in his jersey more. He wished to hear you scream out his name at games.  He wished for you to snuggle into his chest on early mornings asking for five more minutes. He wished for late nights where he takes off your makeup gently because you’re too tired to do it yourself. He wished for a lot of things. Too many things to remember, but what he will never forget is that one year, he wished to find someone like you. And only because he never said his wish aloud, did it come true.

this was my first request!! ahh hope you liked it <3

(hope this makes up for happy birthday)

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oikawa: not too avoid the question. but why were you in my closet?

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