#iwaizumi hajime fanfiction

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 19

spanking - iwaizumi hajime x reader

word count: 709

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“You should’ve known what would happen, baby. Maybe then you wouldn't have gotten yourself into this mess.”

You whimpered and jumped, tingles running over your obviously tender and very irritated skin. Your breath came out in broken huffs, trying to stay as quiet as possible. You knew what would happen if you made any noise. Hajime would start all over again.

Another spank on your ass cheek had you biting your lip in an effort to not make noise. Your skin stung terribly, tears coated your lower eyelids. You lowered your head and tried to let your body go limp where it was bent over on Hajime’s lap. He ran his hand over your spine, a single finger tracing up your back. You shivered at the contact.

“Why did you do it, princess?” He spoke again. “You knew I was watching. You knew I could see how physical you were being with him. Did you want my attention that badly? Was my baby feeling so neglected?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t so much as make a small noise. You knew he was goading you. Knew he was trying to make you respond so he could use that as a rule violation and double your spankings. So you let your body speak your remorse. You arched your back, sticking your red ass out even more, telling him silently how sorry you were and you would take the punishment he was giving you. Hajime hummed in approval.

“See? You do remember your manners.” He sighed, voice soft. You nearly shrieked when his hand met your ass in a resounding smack, hands shooting up to cover your mouth just in time. That made him chuckle.

“So well trained.” He cooed. You sighed when his fingertips brushed your slit, eyelids fluttering shut when he finally made contact with your aching, weeping pussy. You wished you could speak, could beg for him to touch you and finger you while he spanked you. You were so on edge, you knew he would make you cum very quickly.

His hand left your core and laid another heavy spank on your ass, and this time you nearly whimpered in complaint. It took everything to kill the voice rising in your throat. You were aching so badly, you wanted him to touch you. You turned your head so you could look back up at him.

Under the dim light of your bedroom, Hajime looked ethereal. The light hit the jut of his jaw, his skin glowing with a slight sweat. His lips were parted slightly, eyes turning until his stare met yours. His hand slid down again, this time sliding a finger straight inside you. Your mouth dropped, eyes nearly crossing at the feeling.

“Look at me.” He whispered.

You struggled to keep your eyes open when Hajime curled his finger, rubbing at your walls. His other fingers brushed your clit, sending tingles through your core.

“Speak.”

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out instantly the moment he gave you permission. “I wanted attention and you’ve been so busy with the Olympics coming up and we haven't been spending much time together and I missed you and-”

“Sshh.” He pressed another finger into you, making you moan. “Was that so hard to say? Instead you had to play this game and flirt with my athletes because you couldn’t say it to my face. My dumb baby.”

Your only answer was a moan as Hajime continued to finger you, and you felt your orgasm coming embarrassingly quickly. It wasn’t a surprise. Both you and Hajime knew how much spanking turned you on. How it was less of a punishment and more of a reward at this point.

“Why don’t you cum all over my hand and show me how sorry you are, baby?”

You nodded furiously, eyes squeezing shut when your high hit you, burning and sizzling through your muscles like electricity. You whimpered and cried through it, Hajimes fingers never once stopping until you went completely limp in his lap.

“Good girl.” He praised, making you sigh in relief. He pulled his fingers out, running the wetness over the stinging skin on your ass. Your breath hitched.

“I’m not done with you, princess. Come on, get on your hands and knees.”

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[archiepudding]

‘Sorry’ does not stop it from hurting!

Pairing: Oikawa x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing

This is just some drabble I did a while a go and thought I’d post it. I’ve not really been feeling my writing lately and the people I used to share this with aren’t around anymore. So, I hope you guys can enjoy it :)

The main idea for this was rival business and a very persuasive Oikawa... but when is he not.

Summary: What can you do when you work across the road from the most wanted man in the world? Ignoring him seemed like the best bet, but he doesn't like that and has many other ideas.

You had not managed to dodge the incoming attack. The dark coloured liquid targeting your chest like you were its assigned mission. Small splatters peppering your face like bullets. 

“Fuck, fuck,fuck–”

It was not the smartest idea. Idiotic. The silk material you had put on simply this morning clung to every part of you as you ripped it over your neatly tied back hair.

“My apologies.” A familiar voice said. “Oh– I don’t think here is the best–”

“Sorry does NOT stop it from hurting, ass--” You gritted your teeth. “– fuck!”

Half leant over, you used your knees to stabilise yourself, the tingle of heat still dancing across your chest. 

“Not very ladylike.”

After a moment, you turned your head to face the man. Although you recognised the modulated low voice, you hadn’t paid attention to its owner. 

He was wearing a crisped ironed suit, the black blazer jacket slumped over his broad shoulder and his tie loosely hung from the collar of his buttoned down shirt. This was a far cry from the man you recognised him as.

“What’s up with the suit…” Your eyes took themselves up and down the six foot, scowing man, his hand hovering over your back. You swatted it away, “Fuck, what was your name again?”

Is offence was a cologne he was certainly wearing it. “Oikawa.” He stated.

He followed your arms, both of them cutting across your chest when you stood up to face him. Heat burned through your cheeks, giving your crisom, recently exposed bra, a run for its money. A sudden blazer became the saviour of your remaining modesty.

“I’ve worked across the road from you for five years and you still can’t remember my name.”

“I don’t even know the names of the people I work with,” you said, placing the blazer on. “You’re lucky we are in a park, would probably be on someone’s facebook live by now!”

“I take it I won’t be getting the blazer back for a few days then?” He attempted a laugh. 

You didn’t. 

Oikawa cleared his throat. “Do you live far?” 

“Far enough.” 

You pick up your discarded blouse and cross over towards the exit of the park, the soft material pressed tightly against your numb skin. 

It wasn’t until a bald head glided past you that you met the second attack for the afternoon - a solid shoulder slamming into your freshly wounded front. Your feet remained planted and the frantic footsteps plodded in the other direction. Rage turned over your insides. What the heck! One - who drinks hot coffee in thirty-five degree weather… and two! Am I FUCKING INVISIBLE!

Oikawa, meanwhile, glanced around his surroundings, scanning to ensure there were in fact no witnesses to the previous situation. By the time he caught back up with you, you were almost at your intended destination.

“Let me buy you a new top!” 

“What?” You groaned.

“As an apology.”

“Is that your way of picking up women, spilling hot coffee on them?” you asked, your chest suddenly tight.

“You have to admit it is effective in removing clothes.” You gave a short laugh and when you did not answer he continued. “If anything you technically owe me a drink. Given you are wearing mine.”

You threw your head back, removing your hand as you examined the sky above you. There wasn’t a cloud in sight. Why did he have to have a black suit …

“Do I now?” you said bringing your head back down. “How rude of me not to offer.”

“You are forgiven.” You blinked at his braiseness, “And as an olive branch, how about I upgrade my offer to a dress. You can wear it tonight when you buy me my drink.”

Briefly forgetting he’d just scalded you with coffee, a small smile broke through your facade, only to be returned to normal. It was clear women liked Kuroo. It didn’t take a genius to see your colleagues swoon at a simple wave or smile. Of course you weren’t blind, you could understand the appeal; easy on the eyes, a partial gentleman, maybe some of your co-workers would pay for him to spill coffee on them for even a second of his time. Oikawa was certainly different from many of the other men you had met.

“Why do I get the feeling you aren’t the type of guy to take no for an answer?” A strain of impatience grew on your tone. 

There was a pause .He slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his suit, your heart thumped erratically in your chest, only to be quelled when he pulled out a brown leather wallet. He handed you a card. You had not intended to take what he was handing you but your body traitorously accepted his offer. What did it matter if you accept some money for a new –

“What do you do in that building! Money laundering?! This could get me a new car!” Your voice echoed through the street, causing a couple of heads to turn before you lowered your voice, “I’m sorry but it’s too much.”

Oikawa made no effort to accept your return, his hand swallowing your arm as he led you off to the side of the underground building. The chipped and graffitied concrete walls barricaded you both in. It was far from cosy, even with the mid-summer sun beating down on you both, and yet privacy slapped you hard in the face. 

He smiled down at you. A beautiful compliment to his prominent jawline.

“If it’s enough to buy a new car, then do it and you can pick me up at seven.”

“Seven?” You repeated.

“Yeah, I can pick you up for seven. What a perfect suggestion.”

When he gave you another smile, you had to give him credit. He was good.

But as quick as your intrigue had risen, it was cut off by the irritating sound of bells. 

“Are you going to get that?” You said, stepping back out onto the street.

His attention was quick to the screen. 

Doesn’t look good… not that you care…why do you care...

“Is everything ok–”

“I’ll see you at seven.”

He hightailed it out the narrow space, missing your tiny physique by inches. Confused and flustered, Oikawa shrank into the distance. His large frame soon swallowed in the ocean of suits and briefcases until you were left swamped in his thick blazer. 

How someone can work in such heavy material will never cease to amaze you. You turned back to the entrance of the underground, feeling in his pockets.

Damn! He took his wallet.

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[softeninglooks]

iwaizumi hajime | iwaizumi’s birthday

thinking about how loved iwa is, not only by his friends from seijoh, but also everyone else in hq 🥹

“getting older, iwa-chan.”

“shut up, shittykawa.”

of course it is tooru’s teasing grin - still so child-like, just like how iwaizumi always remembered it - that greets him from across the ocean first thing in the morning. behind the amused sparkle gleaming in his eyes and the laughter poking fun at iwaizumi in his voice, the light in tooru’s smile mirrors that of the late sunshine streaming inside his apartment, on the other side of the globe. golden and warm; comforting even though it comes from so far away.

iwaizumi’s best friend, fated rival, and first champion. of course he has his clock set to call iwaizumi first.

“this year, i’ll beat your ass,” iwaizumi smiles back, ferocious. “i’ll keep my promise.”

next, the rest of seijoh are on the screen - an avalanche of birthday wishes, cheeky talks of argentina’s recent feats in the v league and how japan should come prepared.

matsukawa and hanamaki’s teasing, aimed at both iwaizumi and tooru, kindaichi’s earnest kindness and support, kunimi’s quiet congratulations, kyotani’s begrudging respectfulness. he knows them by heart.

iwaizumi shakes his head in feigned annoyance and smiles at his former team-mates, and it feels like the palm of his hand is tingling from all these juvenile spikes, when to them high school volleyball was still the horizon of a whole wide world they had yet to discover. he knows it - they have made him who is. gratitude almost prickles his eyes.

somehow, the japanese team is even louder than seijoh. hinata, bokuto, and atsumu burst from the locker room in an excited whirlpool of birthday wishes and promises to make their coach proud. hoshiumi and sakusa bring the cake, alit with twenty nine candles and adorned with frosting whipped into a volley ball (matsukawa and hanamaki will get him a godzilla-shaped cake which tooru personally chose later, there is no doubting it). ushijima gives iwaizumi a calm smile, thanking him for his guidance and friendliness, even back when they unexpectedly reunited in the united states. in what was first a sworn enemy, iwaizumi had found a friend.

standing on the court before morning practice, iwaizumi watches his team bicker and shower him with attention and gifts. he has known them all since high school, before hinata’s receives were feared by half of the world and ushijima polished his lethal left-handed weapon. before the world stage had opened up to them.

he has watched them push back their limits and bloom into the athletes that they had always hoped to become.

but now, he is reminded that they, too, have watched over him. they have helped him grow into the person he is now - iwaizumi hajime, athletic trainer, coach of the japanese olympic team.

they are his gifts.

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[sugarlywhispers]

☆—Gf has a nightmare | Angst, Fluff, +13

☆—Gf moments | Fluff, +13 | [One]

☆—Gf makes him do something cute | Fluff, +13

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[katszumi]

Part Two

“We won.” The words left Iwaizumi’s mouth. It was the second time he said it that week. Another win for Seijoh, leaving the other team completely defenseless. It was another easy win for them.

Another win, yet another loss in his book.

He promised himself that he’d confess to you after the game. Everyday, the words repeat in his head like a mantra. Everytime he sees you, he waits for the words to leave his mouth, but they don’t. They never do.

He hates himself for it. He wished that he could just grow up and say it. Iwaizumi knew there wasn’t much time before you both graduated, and you both knew that you’d separate after.

He wanted nothing more than to cherish this time with you.

He watched as your usual bright smile stretched across your face, eyes dancing and bleeding with pride. God, he never got tired of seeing that.

“I knew you could.” It was something he heard many times before, but he didn’t have a problem with it. No. He loved it. Loved that he had your support.

There were tons of people that supported him. He was in a powerhouse school so it wasn’t odd that there were lines of people cheering his name. Yet, he only heard you. Everytime you’d scream his name, your voice would echo in his head, telling himself to play even harder to guarantee the win that day.

He remembered you wearing his jersey once. Technically, it was ‘wear your favorite player’s jersey’ at Aoba Johsai. Mostly, it was Oikawa’s jersey that was spread throughout the school. Iwaizumi truly didn’t care that he didn’t see anyone wearing his, until he saw you.

There you were standing in the crowd alongside your two friends dressed in his jersey. He remembered how fast the heat crept up his neck, blooming across his face without warning. How rapid his heart was racing, causing him to stop in place and stare at you with a tilted head. He was shocked.

He remembered how Oikawa wrapped his shoulder around him with a crooked grin. They said nothing but from his posture Iwaizumi knew Oikawa was teasing him. Though, he didn’t care in that moment. He was too happy. Happy that you were there for him. Happy you even wore his jersey.

He remembered how Oikawa faked him into going on a date with you. Well, more of a study session. All of the third years made plans to study at the library, but it was only you and him that came. While you only saw this as ditching, Iwaizumi knew that they did this so he could confess.

He was such a blushy mess being alone and close to you. Especially when you asked for help on a specific problem, his hand lightly brushed against yours as he grabbed the pencil from you, his hand immediately recoiling back as he stuttered for words. You looked up at him and grinned muttering sorry. He didn’t know why you said it, but he nodded. That day he didn’t confess either.

He remembered finding you between two vending machines, crouched down and head into your knees. Your body was shaking as choked sobs parted your lips. Immediately, he kneeled down and asked you what was wrong but you didn’t say anything. You didn’t even look up at him. Iwaizumi was unsure of what to do since he’s never been in a situation like this before. Besides, it was you. You were headstrong, it was strange to see you break down in school.

He opened his mouth to say something, but the feeling of two arms wrapping around his stomach and a head pressing into the crook of his neck ceased him from doing so. You cried into his neck, holding him tightly like he would slip away from your grasp. He thought it was selfish to be enjoying her touch like this, but only pure bliss filled his heart.

Turns out, your grades were slipping and it wasn’t guaranteed you were going to make it into university.

He remembered the wide smile that spread across your face when you aced a test that he helped you study. You took no time to engulf him into another tight hug. Iwaizumi stiffened at your touch. Unlike last time, your arms were around his neck. Your hand placed slightly below his nape. Hesitantly but surely, he placed his fit arms on your waist. For a moment he could’ve swore that you moved in closer, but he wasn’t so sure since he was focusing on not breaking down right there and then.

He remembered the first time he went inside your home. You were down with a fever, and your parents were at work. He took the day off to aid you, hoping for a quick recovery to get back at school. Your room was nothing like he expected. It was nice, and had a sweet scent.

You were embarrassed for having him see you so sick like, but he didn’t mind. You asked him how could he not be disgusted by your looks, he responded by saying you looked exactly like he always saw you. Disgusting, is what you replied with jokingly. Iwaizumi laughed with you, his heart aching with the familiar feeling he’s experienced before. More than ever, he wanted to tell you. But he just couldn’t.

He remembered the train ride home you two took that one day, not walking since it was pouring. Iwaizumi stood, holding onto the bar to keep himself balanced while you sat. You insisted for him to sit down with you since it was still a long way to go till you both got off, but he declined. He didn’t want to invade your privacy. The seat was mildly close to yours, it was definite that he’d accidentally touch you in a matter of time. He didn’t want to go through that embarrassment, nor the apologies.

After minutes of pestering, he finally sat down beside you, his legs relishing the relief he felt from standing all day. That day he learned more and more about you: your favorite animal, favorite food, favorite place, your plans after highschool, he learned it all. From the corner of his eye he noticed your head drooping, eyelids falling. In the nick of time, he caught your head from toppling over. Unsure of what to do with it, Iwaizumi did the most selfish thing he could— He placed it onto his shoulder.

Moments after, your hand found it’s way onto his. So much for ‘invading privacy’.

Finally, he remembered the solace in his heart when he heard you reject the rumors about you and Oikawa dating. You two were growing closer, leaving Iwaizumi as a grumpy, insecure mess. The practices were more tense than they usually were, all of the 1st and 2nd years confused as to who shifted the mood. The 3rd hears already knew, and they were sure why. The rumors had been going around for about a week so it wasn’t surprising that they heard of it.

Iwaizumi didn’t want to believe it, but Oikawa was the golden boy at the school, everyone fell for him. And Iwaizumi was just him. He knew there wasn’t much of a competition, he knew that you were going to pick him, and that’s why it hurt so much. He cried almost every night, refusing to speak to anyone at school or home. He also avoided you, making sure to take the longer routes to his classes and staying ten minutes after school just so you’d miss him and walk home by yourself.

But one day, there you were, waiting for him at the gates. You demanded for him to tell you why he was avoiding you, but he wouldn’t share. You kept hassling him hoping for something to slip out, and it did. In the most snarkiest way he replied with, “Why are you bothering me? Shouldn’t you be with your boyfriend?” He pronounced boyfriend in the most mocking way, that it made you sneer. You laughed in his face, causing his heart to break even more. Iwaizumi turned around aiming to get as far away from you as he could, but you grabbed onto his hand before he could take a step. You instantly shot down his assumption, claiming that it was only a rumor, that you and Oikawa were friends and nothing more.

That day Iwaizumi felt like an idiot. He should’ve asked instead of recklessly jumping to conclusions and leaving you in the dust. It was unfair. Mentally, he cursed at himself for being so inconsiderate towards you. Only one thought entered his mind for the rest of the day: I should just confess already.

And here you are, shining your toothy smile at him, eyes ablaze with exhilaration nearly lighting the night sky itself. You were just so alluring. There was never a day where his heart stopped beating for you, where that same crimson blush stopped occuring, where he would try to find open spots in his day to spend with you. The feeling inside of him was overwhelming, the feeling coursed through his veins like it was his blood, like a drug he couldn’t live without. He wanted you. He needed you.

And like he was starved, his mouth opened before he could process anything.

“I love you.”

-

IWAIZUMI BRAINROT OH MY GOSH😫

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[kitasgloves]

comforting your insecure bf

part 2 . part 3

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ Kageyama Tobio

Your long-time boyfriend Kageyama Tobio was adored by many for his outlandish talent as a setter in volleyball and for his handsome looks. You weren't naive to the people developing adorable crushes on the athlete and the people thirsting over him online. It appeared to you that Kageyama was contented with what he has in life at the moment.

However, you were oblivious to your boyfriend's surprising confession of his insecurity. You have no clue that Kageyama has been harboring it for a long period. He tells you that it was perhaps linked to his high school trauma of being left behind, he developed a thought that he wasn't good enough when he was a teenager. That's why he pushed everybody away and focused on volleyball, he believed he wasn't good enough to make anyone stay.

Now, that was a load of bullshit. Although it's sad to think Kageyama still felt this way until his adulthood despite having a secure life, you weren't going to let him believe further that he was unworthy of being loved. Your boyfriend was lovable, he has adorable ways of showing you affection, and he's deeply honest and comfortable with you.

"Ahhh, [Name] slow down, please"

Kageyama lets out a breathless moan as you pumped his cock vigorously in front of the bedroom mirror. His athletic shorts were pulled down and his shirt exposed his toned abs. You settled from behind on the bed, burying your face against his neck as your warm breath tickles his skin. Kageyama desperately grips the bedsheets throwing his head back while you jerked him off.

"Baby you sound so pretty right now"

"Please [Name], want to cum"

"I'll make you cum if you stop telling yourself that you're unlovable"

The setter turns his head to you but you force him to look into the mirror. He gazes at his disheveled reflection, panting with your hand now massaging his balls.

"Tobio, you're so sweet, kind, and patient"

"You make me so happy in so many ways"

"You're better than what you think you are. If you were so unlovable, then I wouldn't have stayed would I, love?"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. He was hypnotized by your words and the way your hand around his cock continuously pushed him to the edge. His heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage.

"You're so fucking hot too. I like it when you moan, Tobio"

"I like the way you kiss me when we fuck"

"I like how your cock makes me cum every time"

Kageyama swallows as his head grows dizzy, his release is a few strokes away and you can feel it. His hips begin to buck against your hand as he watches himself fall apart through the mirror. When you cooed his name, he goes slack as cum shoots out of his cock, coating both your hand and his abdomen. He collapses in your arms. When he opened his eyes, he tiredly smiled at you.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life, [Name]"

"I should be saying that to you, Tobio"

— ♬ Kozume Kenma

Being a famous YouTuber and a figure on the internet didn't save Kenma Kozume from all the wholesome, deranged, and horny posts about his handsome looks on the internet. Everyone was infatuated with Kodzuken once in their life, you included. You were just lucky enough to end up with him. You couldn't care less if the internet was mad about you for stealing their hot gamer YouTuber. Although you were unbothered about the small percentage of hate you got from the people on the internet, criticizing your public relationship with Kenma, there's a much smaller percentage you weren't aware that has been bothering your beloved boyfriend.

You know Kenma was chronically online, even if he chooses not to admit it. He always knows the trending topics and drama, no matter the size of it. So it's no surprise that he stumbles to the small group of people calling him unworthy of you. Kenma thought it was absurd for a while until he kept reading more.

He sees clips of his live streams where he's dismissing you during a tough game when you walked in the room to give him a snack, he even shouted at you one time because he lost. He remembers missing your anniversary because he got distracted playing with his friends. And how could he forget how he made fun of you live in front of his audience for sucking at Mario Kart when he invited you. Before he realizes it, Kenma is convinced that he is a bad boyfriend.

Despite his unbothered demeanor, you know how Kenma cares a lot even the little things. So when you found out how he's absorbing the hate he got online, you knew it had gone over to his head. As soon as he was finished recording a gameplay, you dragged him out of his gamer chair and pushed him on the bed. Surprised, he watches you push the mirror in front of him. He raises a brow when you order him to strip, he obeys when he sees the dark look in your eyes.

"Kenma, how long have you been listening to the wrong people, hm?"

You gently asked him as you slowly stroked his cock, Kenma whimpered, suddenly unable to form any words to respond. He was flushed all over, losing the ability to think straight.

"Do you think those stupid haters are right, huh? Do you think you don't deserve me?"

Kenma moans when you begin to play with his balls, his heartbeat wildly banging against his ribcage. His brain felt like mush.

"Look at the mirror, Kenma. Do you think that handsome man staring back at you is a shitty boyfriend?"

"...Yes"

"Well, you're fucking wrong. Because my boyfriend is the best in the world"

You hear Kenma's breath hitch. The male can feel his heart flutter in his chest. The longer you jerked him off, the more the pleasure overtakes all of his senses.

"My boyfriend is so cute and nice he gives me animal crossing plushies"

"My boyfriend is so smart and fantastic at video games"

"My boyfriend is so fucking hot when he fucks me hard after a tough game"

Now, you got Kenma openly moaning and struggling to keep his eyes on the mirror. If you continue showering him with compliments like that, he's afraid he's not going to last long. His hands grab your thighs tightly with every breath you steal from his lungs.

"Are you ready to stop listening to those people online, baby?"

"Are you ready to listen to me?"

Kenma nods and you smirked. Your hand pumps his cock faster ripping a high-pitched moan from your boyfriend. You force him to watch the mirror as you kiss his neck and inhale the scent of his hair while you jerk him toward orgasm. When Kenma cums, he spasms with his cum shooting in different directions. The crash brought by the pleasure was so overwhelming it sent his eyes to the back of his head. You waited as his high melted. Kenma meets your eyes through the mirror and you send him a sweet smile, and he returns it gratefully.

"I don't deserve you, [Name]"

"Hey! What did I say, Kenma?"

"That I'm the best boyfriend in the world"

"Damn right"

He turns around to pin you to the bed before towering on top of you, there was a determined glint in his eye that made you gulp.

"How about I return the favor, love?"

— ♬ Iwaizumi Hajime

Everyone liked Iwaizumi Hajime. He was kindhearted, hardworking, and most of all drop-dead hot. He can make anyone drool with that muscular body of his. Nobody was immune to the boyish charm of the athletic trainer, that could be said the same to you. As the manager of the Japan Volleyball Team, you were bound to meet Iwaizumi. You remember how incredibly lucky you were when he asked you out on a date.

When you and Iwaizumi became official, things began to appear clearer. You have concluded that you couldn't live without your boyfriend, as dramatic as it seems. You met Iwaizumi's best friend after the Olympics. Oikawa Tooru and you got along well through teasing Iwaizumi, the way you two immediately became close after meeting planted an odd feeling in the athletic trainer's chest.

He'd like to brush it off as a trick of the eye, but he thought you were smiling wider because of Oikawa. Your laughter sounded louder when Oikawa told you a funny story. He could've sworn he caught you blushing when the setter was anywhere physically close to you. Iwaizumi knows he wasn't jealous, he knows what that felt like. But this one's familiar.

It reminded him of high school when he saw people flock around his best friend. The way Oikawa effortlessly attracted everyone's attention and gained their affection made his chest hollow. After all, why would anyone pay attention to him? He wasn't anything spectacular compared to his best friend.

After Oikawa went home, you noticed how quiet Iwaizumi had been. You knew your boyfriend so it was easy to find out why he was behaving this way. When you realize that it had something to do with Oikawa earlier, your heart cracks. Did he feel insecure? No, it can't be. But then why does he appear so down?

"Hajime, come here"

You call out to him on the bed. He lazily walks over to you, as he sits you positioned right behind him. You wrapped your arms around him and planted butterfly kisses all over his neck. His breath stuttered when you reached for the hem of his sweatpants.

"Wh-what are you doing, [Name]?"

"Shhh, lemme touch you"

With red cheeks, Iwaizumi reluctantly helps you pull his sweatpants off. It didn't take long for him to feel aroused. The moment he got a boner, your hand was already around his cock. He lets out a low hiss. You give him a few leisure pumps.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, babe"

"[Name] I-"

"I said, eyes on the mirror, Hajime"

Iwaizumi reluctantly gazed at the mirror in front of the bed, he was not prepared for the lewd sight that awaited. His legs were spread with your hand stroking his cock, his face was flushed with sweat trickling down his forehead. Your eyes stared at his through the mirror.

"God, you're so handsome, Hajime"

"I'm so fucking lucky to have you in my life, babe"

The athletic trainer can feel his heart skipping beats, and his head begins to spin because of the sudden compliments and the erotic handjob.

"Were you upset earlier because I was hanging out with Oikawa?"

Iwaizumi nodded, he wanted to be honest with you. A tiny smile rises on your lips.

"I'm sorry, baby. Didn't mean to make you feel insecure"

"You know, you're the only one for me, Hajime"

You whisper tenderly against his ear. When you reach down to caress his balls, Iwaizumi lets out a choked moan.

"Oikawa may be handsome but you're my type"

"You're so fucking amazing, Hajime"

"You're so kind, patient, hardworking, and hot"

"Plus, you're good at pounding me senseless"

The pace of your hand went faster at every praise and it's making Iwaizumi go cross-eyed. He has a gorilla grip on your thigh as he watches you jerk him off to his release, he engraves it in his brain as it pushes him to his orgasm. Iwaizumi cums with a silent scream and throws his head back. He paints your hand with his cum. When he looks in the mirror again, you are smiling at him like he's the best thing that has ever happened in your life.

"Did you mean everything you said, [Name]?"

"Of course, Haji, why wouldn't I?"

"Especially the last part?"

"I only speak facts, babe"

Iwaizumi smiles as he grabs your face and crashes his lips against yours. Both of you collapsed on the bed, giggling and clinging to each other.

You found it magical that no matter the stress Akaashi Keiji as an editor or a shōnen manga magazine, he manages to look so pretty. It seemed like the stress barely affected him at all. Your boyfriend was one of the underrated hardworking editors in his department, he may not have continued volleyball after high school, but he was contented with his life.

— ♬ Akaashi Keiji

You and Akaashi have been together for long enough to be fairly involved in each other's lives. Being with Akaashi meant you have met his best friend, Bokuto Koutaro. Bokuto was a sweetheart, he was the former captain/teammate of Akaashi's and now a professional volleyball player.

Akaashi liked Bokuto very much, he looked up to him and cared about his well-being a lot. Today on his day off, he and Bokuto decided to hang out. They went jogging, he realized that he wasn't as physically active as he was in high school. They went to Onigiri Miya for breakfast, almost everyone approached Bokuto for an autograph or picture. They barely had a conversation because of the fans flooding in to meet him, and Bokuto was too kind to reject them. They ended up in Akaashi's apartment, it was a hot afternoon so both of them lounged in front of the fan, shirtless and watching a movie.

Akaashi subtly gazed at Bokuto's carefully sculpted body and looked at his slightly chubby tummy. Akaashi frowned, it was true that he barely had time to do some exercises or workouts because of how busy he was lately. Before he could stop himself, he began comparing himself to his best friend. He wondered how the hell did you end up with him, who was barely anyone special. He's just a guy you happened to fall in love with you.

Bokuto left later before you arrived. Akaashi decided to block out the insecure thoughts by finishing his work on his laptop. You notice how he was ignoring you when you got home, he looked frustrated when you checked on him. When you call him to eat dinner, he doesn't respond. You enter his office and approach him, but he won't let go of his laptop. You scowled and dragged him out of his office chair, he got out of your hold and sat down on the couch in front of the mirror. He was stressed, so you decided to help him.

"[Name]? What the-huh?!"

You settled behind him and unbuttoned his pants, he gasped when you pulled down his pants to his thighs. Your hand slipped into his boxers and grabbed his cock.

"[Name]"

Akaashi stuttered your name. You shush him by pulling his dick out of his boxers, his breath hitched. His eyes trailed to the mirror and watched the pornographic sight of you giving him a handjob, his heartbeat rings in his ears as he continued watching.

"[Name], please stop"

"Why, Keiji?"

"I-I..."

"What's wrong, babe?"

"...Why did you fall in love with me, [Name]?"

You chuckled and planted a soft kiss on his neck, Akaashi shivered when you continued to jerk him off.

"Because you're wonderful, Keiji"

"You're so handsome, hardworking, and kindhearted"

Akaashi wanted to protest, to deny that what you're saying was wrong because he doesn't feel special. Until you started massaging his balls.

"You're so fucking special, Keiji. I've never met someone like you in my life and there's no way I'm letting you go"

"Nobody has ever fucked me good after the first date"

An embarrassed blush rises on Akaashi's cheeks as he recalled the memory of fucking you all night after his first date with you. Slowly, he lets himself melt against your touch. He allows himself to be consumed by the pleasure. With lidded eyes, Akaashi watched you stroke his cock through the mirror as you peppered his neck with kisses.

"I fucking love you so much, Keiji"

The way his heart leaps out of his chest when you started pumping his dick faster causes a loud moan to slip past his lips. You smirk as you showered him with praises against his ear, effectively banishing the insecurity out of his head, and replacing it with your love and pure pleasure.

"[Name], gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum for me, pretty boy"

With that command, Akaashi comes undone. He shuts his eyes as cum messily spurts on his boxers and your hands. You give him a loving kiss against his temple.

"Go clean up, I'll wait for you at the table, darling"

Before you can leave the room, Akaashi grabs your hand. You look at your boyfriend filled with sweat, breathless, and with glasses crooked, he smiles widely at you.

"I fucking love you too, [Name]"

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu smut #kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader

[kairismess]

was thinkinnnn~ kuroo, sugawara, makki(or iwa if you dk how to write makki), and osamu with a twitch streamer girlfriend 😉

his streamer girlfriend. (part 1)

🍥 author's note: this is kind of set during post high school, ig college timeline? just after high school and before the timeskip arc (ㆁωㆁ) !! and y'all live together ~~~

kuroo tetsurou.

"chibi-chaaaaan, you wearing my jersey again?"

your rooster headed boyfriend walked into your room, clad in nothing but those red shorts you got him last week. you immediately closed your camera, and the chat went wild. of course you were the highlight of your streams, your audience loved you–but they loved seeing your boyfriend more sometimes, especially when he was provoking and teasing you, such as now.

"ooh, what could they be doing rn?"

"SELL ME HIS JERSEY !!!"

"unfair. how could someone so handsome get someone so pretty as u wtf... !"

kuroo chuckled as he saw the flurry of messages by the corner of your screen, with you all flustered as you tried to muster an excuse as to why you were wearing his jersey from high school. "comfortable in it?" he asked you in a husky voice, pressing his hands against the arms of your computer chair, making you squeak out a noise of embarrassment, much to his (and your chat's) delight.

you turned off your camera, but you forgot to take care of your mic; so even if you didn't show your audience how cute you two looked while your boyfriend teased you, they could sure hear how adorable you two acted together–it made everyone jealous at how hot yet cute your dynamic together was.

he loved hearing you try to tell him in such futile little whimpers and mewls as he kissed your neck and caressed your waist that you were busy streaming, that you'd give his jersey back later–but he knew you'd soon forget when later will be. and besides, it'd be more fun to give your audience a show, right? you're liking this anyway, your facial expressions and body language are giving you away.

"mmm... fine, keep the jersey for a bit–but just remember, after this stream... you're all mine for tonight. the jersey looks amazing on you, but you're drop dead gorgeous when you've got nothing...– nevermind, we'll talk later, dearest. your chat's going crazy, better not let them wait, hmm?"

sugawara koushi.

"love! look at what my students drew for me!"

your eyes widened as sugawara knocked on your door and came in with a wide smile on his face. he didn't realize you were streaming today, he was just so excited to show you what his star students made for him to show their appreciation for him. sugawara always came off as quite motherly, he was always so down-to-earth and sweet–and your audience always loved it whenever sugamama, as they called him, came over and blessed the chat with his wonderful energy.

it was always wholesome whenever you two were on the stream, the chat would always go crazy whenever he'd act all sweet and tender to you.

"where to get gentlemen like these? 😭😭😭 i love sugamama so much !!"

"you two are just SO 💗💗💗"

"ARE YOU TWO GONNA GET MARRIED ONE DAY ...?"

sugawara's face got flushed when he saw that you were streaming right then and there, you didn't need to tell him you were streaming for him to get the point. he chuckled awkwardly and smiled, apologizing softly as you told him it was okay, he wasn't interrupting.

the chat loved seeing sugawara embarrassed, your chat was flooded with your fans losing it over him. you asked sugawara if you both could look at the drawings over the stream, and sugawara agreed. he showed the pictures his students drew for him (keeping the students' identities secret, of course) and you swore you could see his face brighten up a thousand times as he went on and on about his students.

your chat was not opposed to the idea of watching sugawara stream his lectures online, even if he was only training to be a teacher and only taught elementary students, they'd all flock to see content of you two together.

iwaizumi hajime.

"could you end the stream now and help keep the bed warm now, babe?"

your boyfriend was extremely impatient, he had spent the whole day out at the gym and was exhausted. he couldn't get a kiss from you when he came home because you were busy streaming, and he couldn't eat dinner with you tonight because, again, you were still streaming.

his eyebrows furrowed and his lips formed a pout, his olive green eyes bearing into the back of your head as you felt his need for your love and attention increase by a hundredfold. you told the chat you'd have to leave for a while to tend to your grumpy, overworked boy–but you didn't need to end the stream to give him your attention.

in a flash, iwaizumi picked you up, slung you over his shoulder–and much to your squeals and cries, he gently set you down on the bed and said in a gruff voice, "sleep. you've been at this for hours, and i've been needing you for the whole day. let them watch, just sleep with me, babe."

"DID YOU SEE THOSE BICEPS?"

"oh to be carried by a man like that... (◠‿◕)"

"i demand to be loved like this NOW 💥💥💥"

"and you'd better not be thinking of squirming out of my grasp." he grumbled as he wrapped his big, bulging arm around your waist, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. well... this was gonna be the longest stream you've ever had.

miya osamu.

"have ya eaten, sweetpea? you've been in front of the computer all day, hon."

you nearly jumped out of your computer chair when osamu came by, with a plateful of your favorite food for dinner. he understood that your job had quite hectic schedules, and he supports you wholeheartedly; though he does wish you won't forget to feed yourself and take a break every now and then.

you tried to whisper to him that you were currently streaming, but he didn't see that as a reason not to eat. "ah, what do i care if you have people watchin' ya right now? it ain't obscene ta eat, if anythin', y'all better tell m'sweet t'eat, set yer clocks to remind 'er ta eat, that way she will." osamu told your audience, with them all agreeing, making him smile down at you as you stared at him, embarrassed that he made your audience remind you to eat.

"you heard him, SET YOUR CLOCKS GUYS"

"DON'T THINK IT'S UNIMPORTANT TO EAT, EAT UP GIRLIE !!!"

"please don't forget to eat for our sake 😭😭😭"

"now, eat up hon." he tells you softly, leaving a kiss on the side of your head, making your audience go crazy over how affectionate and caring your boyfriend was for you.

#kuroo tetsurou #sugawara koushi #iwaizumi hajime #osamu miya #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu scenarios #kuroo x reader #haikyuu kuroo #sugawara x reader #sugawara kōshi #haikyuu sugawara #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya imagines

[dumbseee]

boyfriend!iwaizumi when you’re a famous idol.

iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader.

genre: fluff.

warnings: bad english/grammar :p /mention of the kpop industry (in here, dating someone is less taboo than it is in real life) / first work so it’s not that good.

_

after high school, you left japan for south korea, you always had this dream of becoming a kpop idol. during your time in seijoh, you were already known for being an amazing dancer but also for your angelic voice.

iwaizumi would always brag about you to the volleyball team, oikawa would tease him about you leaving him for a famous korean actor, after you became famous. to which, iwaizumi would respond with a kick in his friend’s back. truth be told, he was actually very scared of what the future had in store for you two after high school. he didn’t know if long distance would work for you, or if you even wanted it in the first place.

during your last school day, iwaizumi walked you back home, like he always did, but he seemed out of it and almost, sad? you asked him what was wrong and he told you that if you wanted to break up with him to focus on your dreams, he’d respect your decision and always support you. he couldn’t even look at you, tears starting to form in the corner of his eyes as he tried his best to keep a straight face. his words surprised you and broke your heart because you never knew that iwaizumi could be so dumb to think that you’d break up with him like that. "no matter the distance, it will never make me forget about how much i love you, hajime."

so you left for south korea and he left for america to study. you two called each other everyday, when you two were too busy, you’d try to call at least twice a week. iwaizumi was busy with school and finals took all his time while your trainee program took up yours. but somehow you two made it work. a few years later, you debuted as a soloist and sold millions with your first album whilst iwaizumi came back to japan after graduating, and became an athletic trainer for japan national volleyball team. you couldn’t be prouder of him, and you were his pride. he streamed all your songs, putting them on speaker while the boys would practice, he brought all your albums and watched the variety shows you were featured in. he was basically the president of your fanclub. and he wasn’t ashamed of it.

you two always made sure to go together on vacation in a foreign country, where kpop wasn’t really the thing. the distance actually strengthened your relationship since being apart of each other for so long, made the reunion better. you knew iwaizumi was it for you, and he was also your muse for your music. your fans often joked about how inspired and how deep your love songs were. it made you laugh to read all their theories about you being married to a farmer. if only they knew…

iwaizumi never minded being your secret boyfriend, he actually liked it that way. he didn’t know if he could bare being in the public eye every time. knowing that you were south korea’s sweetheart, being your public boyfriend would mean saying goodbye to his peaceful life, and iwaizumi wasn’t ready for that. well, he wasn’t ready yet. one day, he woke up to his phone being blown up by messages, actually tons of messages, from the groupchat he shared with the japan national team. he even had missed calls from oikawa, and all his close friends.

shoyo: IWAIZUMI-SENPAIIIIII

SID YOU SEE HHE NEWS???

kageyama: learn how to spell, idiot.

ushijima: blowing up his phone isn’t the best way to announce something like that.

bokuto: HAJI-SAN IT’S TERRIBLE ARE YOU OKAY??

atsumu: JUST SHUT UP

let the man wake up peacefully damn

shoyo: IT WAS TO BE A FAKE NEWS RIGHT??

bokuto: YEAH L/N-SAN WOULD NEVER DO THAT

iwaizumi: what the fuck?

ushijima: you should check twitter, hajime.

iwaizumi had frowned, but went on twitter, an app you forced him to subscribe to. apparently it was the genz’s newspaper. to his surprise, your face was all over his feed, it wasn’t surprising because he liked everything about you, followed dozens of fan account and basically became a fan account himself. but what surprised him was seeing those big account talking about your "relationship" with a famous korean actor.

"l/n y/n, the famous soloist who stole everyone’s heart with her heartfelt songs and beautiful looks, is dating a/l a/n!"

his eyes widened as he typed your name to call you immediately. his heart was beating so fast as he didn’t know how to feel about this. of course it was fake news, right? he knew you’d never cheat on him, you loved each other and iwaizumi couldn’t see his life without you in it. he quickly became aware of how much he loved you and how important you were in his life. without you, iwaizumi would be nothing but an empty shell. "hajime? thank god, i tried to call you!" your voice made him release a breath he didn’t know he was holding. "you saw, right?" your voice was small and for a second he thought that maybe you called him to announce your new relationship with this dumbass actor. "yeah, it’s not that fun to wakeup to your friends blowing up your phone and news outlets talking about your girlfriend’s relationship with that fucker." he rubbed his face with his free hand. "these idiots took pictures of us while we were in cabo and thought it was a/n. apparently you two look alike." he heard you chuckle which made him feel warm inside. he hated the fact that he doubted you for a second. suddenly, an idea popped up in his head, a crazy one but still. "you have an award show in a week right?" he asked you, a smile tugging at his lips. "yeah, why?"

well, iwaizumi’s idea was indeed crazy but you didn’t care, you were down for it. and as your name got called in the category, "best female artist", iwaizumi was next to you, he stood up before you could even understand what was going on, and he kissed you. showing to the world, that you were his as much as he was yours. it was a crazy way to launch your relationship to the world, but you didn’t care, because as long as you were together, nothing could happen.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi headcanons #fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fic #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime fluff

[cr4yolaas]

second best (pt 2) — iwaizumi hajime

notes: at last, the heavily requested part 2 to this fic !! i really hope it met a lot of your guys’ standards — i tried my best to take as much of your requests into account ^_^ i rlly dislike m the flow of this … but hopefully u guys still enjoy LOL

tags: angst → (bittersweet?) fluff, depressive episode (reader), swearing (once), a longgg process of grief and healing and whatnot, alcoholism (only briefly), roommate! tsukishima, best friend! oikawa, tsukishima does NOT have feelings for you, not proofread and quite long

taglist (incl. everyone who asked for a pt 2 !!): @altumsomnum @gennaray @romanticandupsetting @multi-fandom-fanfic

it was tuesday.

a frigid air pierced your limbs and left you to rot away, with the windows shut tight and the door locked. there was no mistakening the dark bags hanging beneath your eyes or the flakes of skin peeling from your bottom lip, nor the soft pleas of your stomach or the iciness of your fingertips. you basked in eternal slumber and silence and darkness and whatnot, save for the ticks of a clock that was 14 minutes behind and the hum of the air conditioning.

you were not frightened in the slightest. the warning signs plastered on your flesh were no great concern, and you could not fathom the idea of having to function again. it was horribly consuming.

with a groan, you released yourself from bed, your legs trembling under the mere weight of the air. you avoided the collections of trash and clothes splayed across the floor, being careful not to disturb the peace that had formed over the past handful of weeks. the sight of the kitchen was much more refreshing.

you were locked in stasis. contrary to the comfort these walls once provided, they now served as a a form of imprisonment, designed to allow the grief and the sorrow and the anger and the guilt to coalesce and spill over. it was terribly suffocating — you wished to escape.

gently, you poured a cup of water (not that you drank more than a sip, anyways). a thought passed your mind.

you needed to leave.

sendai was a home you could not find solace in anymore. gone was the youth encapsulated in the mountaintops and the hidden pathways and the convenience stores, and no longer could you feel at ease when faced with the neighborhoods you familiarized yourself with as a child.

your new apartment was shared with an old face — one you had only seen glances of in high school, notorious for his glasses and upfront attitude. he bore no hesitance when taking you in. instead, he was grateful for your presence, as if splitting the rent with him had taken off his life’s burden off of his shoulders.

he was quick to set ground rules — laundry days were on saturdays, trash needed to be taken out on sundays, the dish washer had to be clear at the end of the day, all groceries were shared, so on and so forth. you weren’t sure if you could keep up.

it took one week for him to actually conversate.

“why did you come back here?” he questioned, with a tone that implied he knew of you for years upon years (which would be false).

you picked at the skin of your lip. “why do you ask?”

“no reason. just curious.”

in a burst of energy, you recounted the tales of your past life, one of love and youth and joy; of the old apartment, of your past hobbies, of hajime. his gaze was so distant that you weren’t sure if he was listening at all.

in return, he expressed brief apologies and turned the story to himself — he discussed his volleyball career, his teammates, how he felt somewhat disconnected from his high school friends. he did not care to mention the exhaustion riddled into the pores on your face nor the weakness of your voice. that was all you needed. a conversation, not comfort.

only an hour later did he remind you of his name — tsukishima kei — and it was only then that you realized you had moved into an apartment without taking any precautions whatsoever. he laughed when you informed him of the situation.

this was not yet a home, but it was a house. and that was sufficient.

a month had passed before tsukishima forced you to get a job. he was clearly not a fool — at some point (you couldn’t tell when), he realized you were paying off your share of the rent with your life savings, which irked him ever so slightly.

“do you plan on moving out and dying on the streets when you run out?” he complained, despite the concern laced in the fluctuations of his voice.

you began working at his former high school coach’s family store. the owner himself was welcoming — he didn’t question your circumstances nor your physical state, and merely mentioned in passing that he was “given a token of appreciation from a prized student.”

and so began the cycle. on weekday mornings, you would depart for work and tsukishima would leave for practice. occasionally, he would pack you lunch (“only because i had leftovers,” he’d say) or leave a can of coffee on the counter for you. you would work at the register until the amalgamation of students died down, and once you were left with an empty store, you would take a break and go on a walk (as requested by your boss). then, you would return in the afternoon to serve the same population of children, handing them their ice cream and their sandwiches and whatnot. when they all disappeared, the coach would let you free and dismiss you with a “good work today, let’s do it again tomorrow.”

returning home was your favorite part of the schedule. a majority of the time, tsukishima arrived later than you, leaving you to your own time until he came home with dinner and a drink.

it was a monotonous cycle, but enjoyable nonetheless.

“i’m cutting off the beer for a month,” tsukishima exclaimed one warm summer night. you left your room to see him collecting unopened bottles and discarding them in a trash bag with little regard. you could only frown.

“those are all going to waste, we haven’t even opened them,” you groaned.

there was no response from the man as he continued to clear the apartment of any alcohol, akin to a parent cleansing their child’s home. before you could protest any further, he shut the door behind him and the crashing of bottles against one another could be heard beside the building.

tsukishima re-entered the apartment with empty hands and furrowed brows. “what’s up with the shitty face?” you asked from the couch.

he clicked his tongue at your comment and bore no response, instead letting his eyes wander to the screen in front of you. the morning news was playing, as usual. and yet, it was so wrong.

the screen flashed to a familiar face, one clad with a slight grin and sweat spread over his skin. his hair had grown slightly and his complexion had darkened, evidence of his labor. but most of all, he looked happy. his eyes screamed with a passion you hadn’t seen before, and despite his haggard appearance, he seemed to be content.

you did not see tsukishima rushing to turn off the television. you did not see the screen turn black, and you did not hear the noise diminish. you did not see tsukishima’s face adjacent to yours.

“hey. let’s go outside,” he muttered before moving to pull you up and out of the house

a delicate breeze washed over you both. the sun began to kiss you goodbye, and the noon crept up in its wake, leaving both of you in the dark.

“he looked so happy,” you whispered. “i don’t know what i’m doing wrong.”

you watched tsukishima light a cigarette in your peripherals, his lighter evidently battered and marred from heavy use. he made no move to offer one to you. “you’re not doing anything wrong,” he spoke firmly, although you could tell he was struggling to formulate the right combination of words in his head. “he’s just… going along a different path.”

“it should’ve been us on the same path. i feel so stupid. he’s gone on to do such great things, and i… what am i doing?”

tsukishima didn’t push the conversation any further. you were grateful.

a week had passed before tsukishima told you he had gotten you a new job, one deeper in the city. on an early sunday morning, he presented a uniform and badge to you, your name imprinted on both. the effort made you smile.

at some point, a new cycle formed. the museum was a far cry from the run down family store, and tsukishima taught you how to welcome it with an open mind and open arms. he never did mention the exact reason for the new occupation, nor did he tell you why he was so adamant on enforcing routine in your life. nonetheless, you appreciated it.

the mundanity that your new job encapsulated was slightly more enjoyable than that of your former job. exploring the concrete rooms filled with statues and paintings and whatnot was a sufficient way to pass the time. every now and then, you’d catch your roommate detailing a specific sculpture to a curious visitor, the scene contrasting his typical behavior. not that you would ever mention it to him, though.

a new routine was not unwelcome, but it did not feel impactful anymore. you still burned blue in the night, your bones aching with reminiscence over a lost life. your hands and legs still knew tokyo; they still knew the morning commutes and the bustling cafés and the chirping crosswalks and your own home, one that had been so devastatingly haunted by grief. your heart still knew the morning calls and the evening texts and the handfuls upon handfuls of promises made on once solid territory, and yet, you knew to return to it was to betray yourself.

you missed iwaizumi hajime.

rather, you missed the life that you formulated in his presence, opposed to the shambles you had grown comfortable in now that you were back home. tsukishima had carved a clay pot for your worn soul, and yet you could not help but yearn for the comfort and stability and routine you established in a past life.

the soft padding of feet echoed outside your door. soft strings of light streamed under your door as your roommate entered the kitchen, his actions indiscernible as he maneuvered about carefully. you decided to step out to greet him.

a startled tsukishima turned around to face you. “what are you still doing up?” he interrogated, albeit not in offense. “it’s late. we have work tomorrow.”

“but i don’t want to go to work. i want to go home,” you protested. you felt childish all over again — the thirst for selfishness was one that could not escape you, even now. an overwhelming desire to be in control of your own life.

tsukishima furrowed his brows. “to tokyo?” you nodded. “okay… then let’s go to tokyo.” he paid no mind to the slanted smile that transformed your lips, instead opting to turn away and fill up his bottle. “but why?”

“i need to escape,” you sighed, as if releasing a burden that had been lingering for a moment too long. “i need change. i just- i feel so stuck. i need to live.”

he merely hummed in agreement before uttering a comment about your poor sleeping schedule and ushering you back to bed.

tokyo was a city of hopes and dreams and noise. the shift from sendai’s cicada lullabies and whispers in the wind to the incessant chatter and obnoxious roads of the city was significant — any pedestrian would notice the irritation on you and tsukishima’s faces.

the inn he picked was small, yet slightly more comfortable than your current abode. the owners were kind and your neighbors were quiet, save for the occasional drunk couple. it was a life you remembering living, but not one you yearned for any longer.

in the night, you would both visit various attractions and markets and restaurants, with tsukishima insisting on paying for your meals (“as thanks for getting a life,” he argued). for that handful of days, you bore a smile that you weren’t sure would grace your lips ever again, for there was an adolescence in the evening activities that mended the remnants of your spirit. you felt whole.

on the last day, you brought tsukishima to a ramen house nearby the inn and promised to pay for the meal. it was a tuesday, again.

for reasons you could not discover, that appeared to be one of the busiest nights for the establishment — moments after you had settled, a line began to form, and the tables were crowded with families and friend groups and dates alike.

amidst the composition of metropolitans stood a man you wished you didn’t have to see. as if it were punishment, he locked his eyes with yours, the shock in his complimenting your dread.

you watched as he excused himself from his group while ignoring the cheers and shouts about him “shooting his shot.” tsukishima observed in tandem, seemingly reading the situation from a distance despite sitting right across from you.

you noticed the bold athletic trainer embroidered onto his chest, and the fitted red shirt he wore that matched those of his team. beads of sweat compiled on his forehead — you weren’t sure if it was from the density of the room or his exhaustion or anxiety. a small part of you hoped it was the second option.

“hey,” he began. “can- can we speak outside?”

you could not help but oblige.

hajime seemed to have developed an obsession with fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. you noticed the frayed strands on a spot that aligned perfectly with his hand, and you nearly laughed.

he coughed into his fist before rambling. “i’m sorry. i know you definitely don’t want to see me, and it’s not wrong of you at all to feel that way, but i just- i’ve thought about you- no, i think about you every day up until now. i know i don’t deserve you at all, and me being here is probably super upsetting, but-“

“hajime.”

the way you called his name seemed to deteriorate him and his principles. you finally felt otherwise.

“i really, really, didn’t want to see you at all. i don’t even want the thought of you to pass my mind. i’ve built a life outside of you and i’m tired of you interrupting it.” you witnessed his heart, mind, and body freeze simultaneously.

“i- i understand that, i know, i’m sorry. i’ve been- i’ve been reflecting a lot recently and i’ve known i was horribly in the wrong and i’m ashamed to have done nothing about it, and i know this sounds really, really dumb but i wish i had just stayed with you for that extra day because- because i don’t think i can go any longer without you now that i have you here, in front of me. could we- can we at least… keep in touch?” he seemed to speak without limitations, akin to a leaking clay pot. he was distressed, evidently. but you no longer saw his face and thought of guilt and love and yearning; you held no space for him.

you shook your head gently. “hajime, i don’t want you in my life anymore. you achieved your dreams, and i’m working on finding mine. that’s how it was meant to be.”

if not for the small lamp above the two of you, you would not have noticed the tears spilling onto his face. you bore no sympathy — with a goodbye and a small wave, you left him in the alley with a heavy heart and saline tears.

to witness him before you had awakened the truth riddled in your sinew and bloodstream: iwaizumi hajime was no longer a necessity. a truth that had cowered away beneath guilt and fragility and shame had uncovered itself, and for once, you breathed a full breath.

oikawa seemed so vibrant on the other side of your screen, the argentinian sun kissing his skin almost perfectly. “…i miss you lots!! i’ll visit soon, maybe, and we can catch up and maybe go get coffee and then debrief and then…” he trailed off with an aloof grin, his words spilling out from your phone and reverberating around the living room. tsukishima stood in the kitchen, the sound of his deliberate chopping and washing contesting oikawa’s voice. “but anyways, i’ll see you soon! byebye!!”

you waved goodbye and hung up, leaving only the noise of your roommate’s cooking. a loud groan left his lips in the midst of his mixing, followed by a complaint about how irritable your friend’s voice was. you could only laugh.

gentle strings of moonlight spilled into the apartment through the kitchen window, the songs of the evening falling upon both of you and your shared comfort. tomorrow was your off day, granting you both an opportunity for an actual meal. tsukishima (begrudgingly) agreed to make your favorite dish, with the request that you’d make his favorite dessert next week.

“thank you for the meal,” you whispered. tonight would consist of good food and a relaxing night, and tomorrow would entail a day of rest and a weekly reset, along with another call with oikawa. with marred hands and a porcelain heart, you had managed at last to craft a solid life — steady health, steady friends, and a steady routine.

you would no longer be second best to anything, and that was sufficient enough.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Team Japan’s Manager:

Miss Manager is Great with Kids

Team Japan x Female Manager (she/her)

Warnings: swearing, obviously kids (sometimes they are scary 🫣)

Request here

AN: I apologize if this isn’t the best 😅

You know what’s really funny YN?

The similarities between being Team Japan’s manager and working in a preschool

Honestly it’s pretty much the same thing

Iwa drops the kids off for their morning practice

Yaku yells at them, scolding them for not playing nicely with the other team members

You have to remind them to eat and take bathroom breaks

Essentially, the same 💅

Which is why your transition from teaching to being team Japan’s manager was so easy

The guys 👉🏻 instantly love you

Was there really any doubt?

Of course, some of them *cough* ATSUMU *cough* HOSHIUMI *cough* make it their life goals to be hard on you

You can’t tell me they aren’t annoying and finicky about literally everything 🙄

But once again, it’s fine because you’ve dealt with snotty, marker covered kids pretty much your entire life

Literally these guys have nothing on a group of 3 year olds

The guys never really asked much about your previous job, not really caring much about where you came from before you started with them

Aran would occasionally bring up the subject but you’d just shrug, answering, “a little of this, a little of that.”

Let’s be honest, there’s no conversation that doesn’t involve volleyball lasting for more than 5 seconds in the Gym

Especially with Atsumu, Kageyama, Hinata and Bokuto

Guys really think that other occupations don’t even compare to Volleyball so why waste the time talking about it

However 👀 the boys would soon find out just how much they should have asked about your prior employment

Because you see, Kuroo had a little something up his sleeve to help promote Team Japan

“Come again?” Asked Gao

“A kids camp! Ages 4 to 9!” Kuroo excitedly explained

“Count me out,” Sakusa groaned

“You really think it’s a good idea for little kids to be running around while we practice?” Kageyama questioned

“Well you would t be practicing, it would strictly be for the kids,” Kuroo responded

“NO PRACTICE!” Screamed Atsumu, Kageyama, Hinata and Bokuto in unison

Iwa narrowed his eyes as you tried to keep a straight face, “listen here, if you don’t participate, I’ll have coach bench you and give your number up!”

The group immediately straightened up as Kuroo smirked

“Maybe it won’t be so bad? I mean it’s only for a couple hours right?” Komori responded

The guys all nodded as you tried your best to keep your composure

A week later, the camp was underway and let’s just say, it was going about as well as Seijoh’s chances of going to nationals 🫠

“Oh my go- gosh!” Atsumu shouted, stopping himself again from nearly letting out a bad word in front of the children

“These kids are actually feral!” Hoshiumi screamed, trying to wrangle two kids who were throwing volleyballs up into the bleachers

“I thought these kids were suppose to like volleyball!?!” Aran asked

“I never said that,” Kuroo chimed in, as he and Akaashi watched form the sidelines

Akaashi was there to do a special report on the teams event as well as take in the free entertainment

Bokuto and Hinata were rolling around on the floor, attempting (huge emphasis on ATTEMPT) to show the kids receiving

Sakusa was sitting with a group of kids who were “too cool” for this

Ushiwaka had already made 3 kids cry just by walking up to them

Iwa had left to cool down because he was at his breaking point

And you, well you had seen enough

Suddenly, Kuroo watched as you grab the microphone and headed to the middle of the gym

“Hey kids, who wants to see a professional athlete serve?” You shouted as all the kids (yes I’m including the athletes) looked over at you

Suddenly, screams and shouts filled the air as all the kids flocked towards you

The guys, Kuroo and Akaashi, included all watched in wonder

“Ok we all need to sit in the chairs because this guys serves can be either really good or really bad. Atsumu, show them!”

Atsumu rn 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ HEY MY SERVES ARENT BAD!

“I’d say it’s 50/50,” Sakusa chimed in as Atsumu growled

“Hey how come I don’t get to show them my serves Yn?” Kageyama grumbles

“Tobio you’ll get a chance just calm down and wait your turn ok?”

After the show of serves, you again grabbed the kids attention

“Ok so who wants to try spiking??” You ask as a million tiny hands shoot up

“Ok everyone get in line, littlest to oldest, and we will all get a chance to practice!”

You made your way to the nets, team and children following you like little ducks as you began to coordinate

Iwa watched in awe as your skills, impressed at your ability to manage such a wide age range

I mean 💅 this is Yn Iwa, what did you expect?

After the event, the kids all came up to you after getting their autographs and gave you a big hug

“Thanks so much Miss Yn!” They all smiled as they ran to their parents

“YN why didn’t you tell us you were good with kids?” Yaku asked

You just shrugged, “it never came up.”

“I mean it makes sense, look how good she is with the other idiots,” Iwa said, nodding over to the feral group

“OMG YN THAT WAS SO FUN! Can we do that again??” Bokuto screamed, jumping up and down

“We deal with enough children daily so no,” Sakusa said, turning to leave going to the locker room

“What kids- HEY WHAT THE HELL OMI??” Atsumu yelled

You just smiled, knowing your boys were the best kids around 😌

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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 11

strangers - iwaizumi hajime x reader

word count: 1,578

warnings: swearing, regular smut warnings, squirting, oral (m!receiving), iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer can make a girl lose her sanity and that’s canon in my head

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“Who’s this for?”

You eyed the murky golden liquid in the glass the bartender had just set down in front of you before looking up at him in question. The bartender jerked his head to the side in response.

“He says it’s on him.”

You followed his gaze over to the other side of the circular bar, eyes meeting with the man sitting there, alone like you were, staring directly back at you as if waiting for you to see him.

Your breath hitched. Oh, he was gorgeous.

The red lights in the club bounced off his frame, highlighting the built muscles stretching under his t-shirt. Half his face was in shadow, yet you could make out the strong jut of his jaw, the pierce of his stare, closely cropped spiky hair. He lifted a glass up to his lips, one that you followed eagerly with your eyes, and took a small sip. You gulped.

It took half an hour for him to slam your front door behind the two of you, pushing you into the wall with his frame before his lips met yours in a fiery kiss. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, tugging at his shirt like it was offending you, wanting nothing more than to rip it off and run your hands all over his body, feel how his muscles shifted and moved as he did unspeakable things to you-

“Fuck.” He groaned into your neck, teeth sinking into your skin as his hands slid under your skirt and grabbed handfuls of your ass so you would arch into him. You whined at the sting of his bite, feeling your core clench around nothing.

“T-take this off.” You whimpered until he pulled back, tugging his shirt off his to reveal beautiful expanse of bronzed skin. You wasted no time in running your fingers up his arms, the flex of his biceps, his shoulders, tense and ready. His abs clenched as you brushed over them, and you felt your mouth water when you touched the v-line that led to his pants.

“Wanna suck your cock.” You whispered, looking up at his face again. His eyebrows shot up in shock before a smirk tugged up the corner of his lips.

“And here I was, thinking you were one of the shy ones.” His voice was so husky that you moaned. He reached a hand up to tangle in your hair, pushing down on your head.

“C’mon then, sweetheart. Get on your knees.”

You nearly came.

You lowered yourself down, trembling hands undoing the button on his jeans, eyes never leaving the bulge that was struggling to get out from the confines of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you stared at his dick, long and thick and flushed in a furious maroon color. You could feel his smirk as he stared down at you, but your eyes never left his crotch. You licked your lips, unable to wait a second longer.

His groan was heavenly when you took him into your mouth, as far as he would go, too impatient to work him in properly. You didn’t take the time to slowly relax your throat around him. You were in no mood to go slow. You wanted to choke on him and have him fuck your face hard and rough until your mind was too foggy to register anything around you.

Why else would you hook up with a complete stranger?

“Jesus fuck.” The man swore, hand tightening in your hair and groaning loud when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag a bit as your eyes watered. You struggled to breathe through your nose, pushing forward again and moaning long and loud, nose brushing against the skin of his pelvis. A sharp tug immediately pulled you off his cock, making you gasp and whine at the loss. One more tug and you were stumbling onto your feet. You met his eyes then, breath hitching at how dilated his pupils were, at how his lids had fallen to half open, looking at you hungrily.

“You’re too good at that, princess.” He groaned, stepping forward so your body was once again pressed to the wall behind you. “But I wanna cum with my cock deep in your pussy instead.”

You moaned and flushed at his statement. The foul language coming from him was turning you on immensely, the thought of some unknown man stripping you of your clothes and talking about how your pussy would feel around his cock made you clench hard, feeling wetness run down your thighs. He hooked a hand behind your knee, pulling your leg up so you were spread for him, the other hand reaching up to run through your folds, making you whine and jerk up at the contact.

‘You’re soaked, baby.” He cooed, breath hot on your neck. The tip of his finger prodded at your entrance, and you moved into his touch, making him chuckle.

“I- please,” your voice trembled. “Please.”

He wrapped the leg he was holding around his waist, supporting your weight and lifting the other leg around him too, pressing you into the wall. His cock brushed your slit, head breaching your hole and making you arch into him.

“The name’s Hajime.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “Scream it, princess.”

With that, he slammed his cock into you.

You screamed and arched, breath knocked out of you when he wasted no time in picking up the speed, cock pounding into you over and over with no signs of stopping. Your hands shot up, trying to find purchase over the wide expanse of his sweaty back, nails digging into his skin. You cried and gasped, arching into the amazing feeling as his cock tore through you, hitting spots you didn’t even know you had, tingling nerves that had never been touched before, his skin sliding against your own and his breath hot on your neck.

“H-Hajime!” You weeped, one hand reaching up to clutch at his hair, unable to breathe properly when the head of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. You jerked and wailed at the feeling. His lips curled up into a smirk against your neck.

“Found it.” He whispered, angling his hips so it would hit the same spot over and over again. Tears streamed down your face and you shrieked, struggling against his hold, which only tightened, locked you in place so he could pound into you, stimulating every fiber of your body until your head was spinning, until it was too much-

“I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, nails digging so hard into his back that they broke the skin. But you didn’t care, not when your core was clenching around him for dear life, not when he was hitting your spot so wonderfully. And not when you knew what was going to happen when you came. You could feel it. This build up was too familiar to ignore.

“Hajime, I’m- I’m gonna make a mess.” You whined, feeling fresh tears pour from your eyes. He lifted his head from your neck, eyes meeting your wet ones. His pupils were blown. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his hair was sticking out in all directions. His cheeks held the most beautiful maroon flush you had ever seen. You felt your core tighten at the sight.

He smirked as he looked at you, at how destroyed you were. “You’re gonna make a mess?” He grunted, speed picking up even more. You screamed again.

“Yes!” You arched your back, eyes squeezing shut. You felt no shame in that moment, despite how dirty it was. Oh, it was filthy, warning this stranger who had his cock inside you that he was fucking you so good you were about to squirt on him. It made your eyes roll back. And all it did was turn you on more.

“Fuck.” He choked out. “Do it, baby. C’mon. Wanna feel you gush all over my cock. C’mon princess, cum all over me.”

And that’s all it took. You wailed as your vision blacked out, every muscle in your body seizing as you felt wetness gather all over your crotch and his. Your lungs refused to expand with air, choking and gasping as your body jerked and tensed, mind turned to mush at the intensity of your orgasm. You barely registered Hajime groaning and stilling, emptying himself into you and digging his teeth into your neck as you went limp in his arms.

All was silent for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breaths. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. When your eyes met his again, he gave you a lazy smile.

“Wow.” His voice was raspy and broken. You choked out a laugh.

“We didn’t even make it to your bedroom.” He continued, pulling out of you and moving to set you down. Your legs gave out when your feet hit the ground, making Hajime tense and hold on to you tighter. You stared at each other for a few seconds before he snorted.

“Alright, c’mon Bambi.” He lifted you up again, bridal style, walking further into your house. He stopped in the middle of the living room, staring at you sheepishly. You laughed.

“Bathroom is the first door on the left.” You grinned at him. He started walking, a softer smile on his face.

“You never told me your name, princess.”

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[softeninglooks]

✧˖°⋆｡˚ MASTERLIST

argentine sunrise. pokemon!hq. canon compliant. 12.7k. finished.

An insight into Oikawa and Feebas’s journey from the bug-filled Japanese fields they used to play in with Iwaiwumi all the way to the sunlit streets of Argentina and the incandescent Olympic stadium. Or in which Iwaizumi Hajime wonders what it is that makes one love something even if it is ugly.

“The first Pokemon Oikawa Tooru gets is a plain, common Feebas, and in spite of his best friend's teasing, he loves his first Pokemon just the same.”

it’s the friends you make it’s the road you choose. pokemon!iwaoi au. 74.6k. finished.

In which Oikawa Tooru is a gym leader who needs a hand to find out where his dreams truly lie, and Iwaizumi Hajime is a trainer aiming for the top. Amidst training, battling, and a whole lot of teasing, Oikawa and Iwaizumi will find that the journey to growth never stops.

“All that Tooru was missing was a challenge. Together with Milotic, Togekiss, Dewgong, Lapras, and his recently captured Eevee, the water-type champion sat upon the gym’s throne unflinchingly, awaiting his next adversary. This time, he wished for something a little more exciting than the two trainers he had won against; something that would push him and his Pokemon to their limits. A strong challenger. A worthy opponent.

And little did Tooru know what was to come. After all, in the Pokemon world, bonds were more often than not forged out of battling.”

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[sugarlywhispers]

i.hajime + gf makes him do something cute

☆— fem reader, crack, fluff

☆— a/n; this is a repost. i think i posted last time at the same time with the nishinoya drabble, can't remember if it was a request though.😊

“I bet you my favorite lunch that you can’t make Iwa-chan do something cute,” Oikawa said daringly, sitting next to you on the bench you were observing your boyfriend and his volleyball team train.

You looked at him, amused by his childish behaviour, “Why would I want your favorite lunch?”

“Y/N, come one, don’t be such a boring grown up like Iwa-chan…” He whined, but then he smiled devilishly, “Or is it that you know you're gonna lose, so you don’t want to try? Ah, I can’t blame you for that. If I knew I was going to lose, I wouldn’t accept any dare either. Smart girl,” he sat there, with his head held high as if he had won the best prize ever.

Ugh, you hated him.

You wouldn’t normally follow him or any idea he had, simply because you knew it made Hajime explode with annoyance–especially if Oikawa was responsible. But you felt kind of adventurous that day, so why not give it a try?

“Fine, diva, I accept your bet,” you said sitting two spots away from him, where you looked directly at where your boyfriend, Iwaizumi Hajime, was standing waiting for a ball.

You ignored the whining and protesting Oikawa did when you called him ‘diva’, smiling proud of yourself internally for upsetting him.

Oikawa crossed his arms over his chest offended and watched as you extended your arm, your thumb and index finger connected, making an ‘o’ shape. He frowned, confused at what you were doing. Then you smiled cutely and whistled in Iwa-chan’s direction.

He saw how his former teammate turned to his girlfriend–obviously having recognized her style of whistling, and rolled his eyes at her action, but instantly jogged to where she was and surprised every single person in that gym who paid attention to the couple.

You smiled when your boyfriend approached you, a light blush that most would blame it on the heavy training he was doing, but you knew your boyfriend; he was kind of embarrassed by what he was about to do. Yet he didn’t care what people could say; you were his priority and he always did everything for you–mostly in private, but he had said that he didn’t mind doing cute things in public either. Not with you.

From the little ‘o’ shape your fingers were making, you watched with a smile your boyfriend come closer to you, until he kneeled in front of you and you laughed when his nose booped through the circle, before his lips did. You bent closer and pecked his lips cutely. A lot of “aww”s were heard around, but Hajime just smiled proud of himself while he jogged back to his previous position to keep training.

Your head turned to Oikawa, who had his eyes opened wide and jaw dropped to the floor. You regretted not having a camera rolling to capture that image.

“Are you sure you follow your own advice of not making bets you’re going to lose, Tooru-senpai?” He grumbled at you because he knew you were just mocking him, before jogging in Hajime's direction and complaining how he wasn’t that cute with him.

You smiled amused; sometimes, you wondered if you had a relationship with two guys, and not just one, because Oikawa was definitely always there, in the middle of you and Iwaizumi. And neither Iwaizumi nor you actually cared that much to actually feel annoyed by that fact.

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[katszumi]

“haji?” his name escaped your lips in a whisper.

the lamps from the street lit up the night sky, the stars from above doing it’s best to keep the night awake. still, darkness surrounded the area, only dark figures could be depicted from their eyes.

you could only guess it was close to midnight from the way the moon shone and the cold slap of wind that gushed your way. however, the quick warmth of your face and the rapid throb inside of your chest disregarded the chills.

iwaizumi analyzed you, his eyes wandering your body as if you were a stranger.

“haji, what are you doing here?”

his lips parted, he wanted to answer you, but he wasn’t even sure why he ran to your house at midnight. he just needed to see you.

“my flight is tomorrow.” he announced like you hadn’t known. all of the third years celebrated one final time before his departure, resulting in endless laughter and tears. as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he didn’t want to leave japan behind, because you were still here.

“i know. that’s why you should be getting some sleep, you have a long day tomorrow.” you forced yourself to swallow; to eat away the gnawing feelings that were in the back of your throat aching to come out. you didn’t want to put that burden on him, especially at a bad time like this.

iwaizumi dryly chuckled. of course you were trying to care for him, but he could see the wistful look you gave him. he could tell you were tired due to the bags under your eyes, but your eyes were wide with adoration and hope.

he took a step forward, “you’re too kind, you know that?” his words soft. “can i sleep here tonight? i can’t wake up to an empty room, i just can’t.” he rambled.

without hesitation, you widened the door for him to come inside. you knew it probably wasn’t a good idea for him to stay, but, who were you to tell hajime iwaizumi no?

quickly, iwaizumi welcomed the warmth of your home to his body. his eyes traveled the rooms nearby, he took a mental screenshot, because who knew when was the next time he’d be here or if you even still lived here when he’d come back. he wanted to remember as much of you as he could, but he knew the figments of his memory just wasn’t enough.

he followed you to your bedroom, the two of you sitting next to each other on your queen-sized bed. he always loved the size of your bed, it seemed to fit him more than his own bed at home.

“i’m sorry for knocking at your door so late.” he apologized, his eyes finally settling in to the dimly lit room. he could now make out your features that he was so infatuated with.

“don’t worry about it. i’ll always answer the door for you, haji.” and god, he loved the way his name fell from your lips. like you were destined to say only his name only.

iwaizumi sighed, “america is going to suck without you or oikawa there. it’s like i have to start all over again, just without the company of you two.” he confessed.

your hand found his, gently grabbing it and rubbing circles against his rough skin. you could feel the callouses that were starting to form on his palm, most likely from lifting weights.

he allowed you to fiddle with his hands, he found solace in your touch. his eyes closing for the first time tonight.

“you’ll do great in america. you’ll find new friends and new company to keep you busy. who knows, you might even find someone you’re interested in.”

immediately, his eyes flew open, his head turning to face you. haven’t you realized that it was you he was interested in. it was you that won his heart years ago.

“wha—“ you said from his sudden turn, wondering if you said something wrong, but he interrupted you before you could finish.

“i don’t want to do that. i don’t want to find someone i’m ‘interested’ in. it’d be useless anyway.” he murmured the last part.

now your ears piqued at his comment.

“what do you mean it’d be useless?”

he paused. “i’d be searching for you in every girl i’d meet.” iwaizumi declared. “that’s why i’m here, y/n. it crushes my soul that i’m leaving you behind. i want you by my side, i feel empty whenever you’re not.”

you could’ve sworn that you heard a sniffle emit from the male beside you, but you knew not to comment on it, or he’d probably end the conversation right there.

you cupped his cheek with your hand, a half smile forming on your face. only you were able to see this side from him; the affectionate, tender side that no one else have been able to witnessed.

“it breaks my heart you’re leaving me too. but i know you’re destined for great things. but i know you’ll be able to visit and i’ll always be a call away. it hurts me knowing my two soulmates are moving thousands of miles away. but i can’t be selfish, haji. it’s not about me.” you protected your feelings, because you knew if it turned into more, the morning would be too much of a heartbreak.

iwaizumi shook his head. “but i want you to be,” he pleaded. “i don’t want to get on that plane tomorrow morning with regret because i didn’t have enough courage.”

“courage for what?” it was a stupid question. you knew what he meant, but you were so nervous.

“to tell you i love you.” his eyes searched you for any discomfort, the words almost causing him to have a heart attack. iwaizumi knew he was bad with feelings, especially with how he dawned this proposal onto you a night before he leaves for another country.

but if he didn’t tell you now, he wasn’t sure if he would even board the plane tomorrow morning.

disregarding your feelings before, you leaned into his touch, your nose touching his. you could feel his breath hitch, the warmth of him radiating onto you. your free hand cupped the other side of his cheek as you pressed your lips onto his. years of emotions spilled from the delicate kiss you shared, like a river overflowing its bank.

and you two laid there, peppering slow kisses on each other’s faces, wiping the tears that slipped from both of your eyes.

iwaizumi knew more than before that he was so terribly smitten with you, but he wished that his final hours with you weren’t ticking away with a plane ticket to america with his name on it.

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ahhh there’s nothing like a man who’s bad at expressing feelings till the last minute🤌🏽

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[kitasgloves]

— ♬ NSFW

thinking about IWAIZUMI HAJIME who has been your bodyguard since the start of your fame. You're a relatively known celebrity so it was common for people especially the pesky paparazzi invading your personal space, in result your team hires Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi was fantastic at his job as your bodyguard. He knows how to drive those arrogant people away with a single glare. He may not be impressively tall but he's capable of getting physical if someone dares to harm you. Iwaizumi was sweet too, he speaks to you in a gentle tone and respects your boundaries.

All of those traits paired with his handsome features and his smoking hot body, it was no shocker you start to develop an attraction to him. You began to make subtle moves like grabbing his bicep while he leads you though the sea of paparazzis on the way to your car, sliding your leg next to his when you're sitting together in the car, and smiling at him with lidded eyes.

You might think you're delusional but you're convinced Iwaizumi is beginning to reciprocate these signals one week after. He starts to put a firm arm above your waist when you're in a crowded room, he lends you his jacket when you're cold while wearing your backless dress, and he holds the umbrella above you as he pulls you closer to him so both of you wouldn't get soaked in the rain while running to your car.

You're aware that you're crossing the line of what's considered as professionalism, but you can't help it knowing your hot bodyguard is giving you 'fuck me' eyes across the room while you're doing an interview. It was a matter of time you crumble after one month of leading each other on.

"I want you so bad, Iwa"

You whimper when Iwaizumi crashes his lips against yours again after biting your neck. After the interview, you call for him in your private dressing room and initiated the kiss. His large hands roamed from your ass and up to your breasts, he growls into the kiss. He pulls away before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look into his intense eyes.

"Get on your knees, now"

You were too eager as you obeyed wordlessly. You licked your lips in anticipation as he unhooks his belt and pulls the zipper down. Iwaizumi watched you breathlessly as he exposes his half-hard cock in front of you.

"All yours, princess"

Immediately, your hand wraps around his shaft as you carefully took his length into your warm mouth. Iwaizumi bites his fist to suppress a moan. You slowly took him whole, deepthroating him until tears build up in your eyes. Your head bobs up and down, swallowing his cock, you made sure to hallow your cheeks and use your tongue to trace the veins on his length.

Iwaizumi grips the edge of the table still biting his fist as he takes in the wonderful sight of you giving him the most mind-blowing blowjob. When your pace quickened as you reached to massage his balls, he unexpectedly busts a nut.

"Fuck! Fuck! [Name]!"

He said in a muffled yell with his palm on his mouth as his hips bucked into your mouth. You shut your eyes, reveling in the taste of his cum as you swallow everything. When you pulled away with a string of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his dick, Iwaizumi thought he was dreaming.

"Holy shit [Name]"

"...Did you like it?"

"Of course, I did"

He smiles at you. Before you know it he's carrying you to the couch in the dressing room, pulling your skirt up and pulling your panties down. His mouth dives into your cunt like a starved man as you try your hardest not to let out a wanton moan. His tongue felt like heaven, circling on your clit as his fingers crept and gently plunged into your hole. You pull your legs up until your knees touched your chest, gaining a perfect view of Iwaizumi eating you out.

"Hnngh, Hajime please"

He starts to finger your frantically with his lips sucking your clit. Your eyes practically rolled back as your release crashes down on you. Iwaizumi helps you ride it out while he admires you arching your back all fucked out.

"Ready to go home, [Name]?"

Iwaizumi asks as you both finished cleaning up, you nod as he takes your hand. Your face flushes pink realizing what you both did in the dressing room. After escaping the paparazzi on the way to your car, you timidly asked Iwaizumi if he wants to have dinner with you. And with a charming smile that melted your heart, he says yes.

The media was going feral over your supposed public relationship with a famous actor, you were pulled into interviews left and right and everyone was fixated in your perfect relationship. But nobody knows the truth. Nobody will ever know it was all a stunt, an act set by yourself to maintain your clean image as a celebrity. Everyone was oblivious to the secret gaze you direct towards your bodyguard through the crowd, and how he returns it was a hungry glare.

You're determined to keep your relationship with Iwaizumi so you created this faux relationship with an actor to cover it up. In front of the cameras, you'd smile and pretend to be a sweet girlfriend. But behind the closed doors of your luxurious mansion, you're a freak letting Iwaizumi pound your pussy until you passed out from cumming way too many times.

I believe in Iwaizumi Hajime proffesional pussy pounder supremacy

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[kairismess]

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

🍰 iwaizumi bot that inspired this fic

✒️ word count:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

oh, fuck. he knows.

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

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