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emmyrosee · 8 months

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“Pssst…”

“Choke.”

“Wanna makeout?”

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

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

But you did stumble into his life. Yay him.

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

“I’m busy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey baby.”

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

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

Then again, you always have that affect on him.

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

“Haji?”

“What?”

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

“Got you to makeout with me.”

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

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

Like he always does.

Like he always will.

“Cant help that you’re into me.”

“I really am. Asshole.”

“I love you, too.”

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forusomimiya · 1 year

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Iwaizumi as a boyfriend could never afford not to thank you for everything you would do for him. Long hours at work would make him exhausted when he got home, but it wouldn't be a problem for him to let you take care of him. A bubble bath, a hot dinner, or watching a movie together in bed. Whatever you did for him, he would always be there to thank you.

"Ah honey, be gentler... I promise I'll give you what you want... just keep being a good girl for me, okay?" The little spasms of his cock bumping against your nose let you know he would be about to cum. You just had to watch him give himself to you. Low moans and grunts as he watched you suck his balls and choke on his strong cock.

"Mmm yeah baby...so close so close... now spread your legs and let me taste you, I need you with me". You obeyed and let his fingers and mouth take you. His breath at your entrance made you tremble and cling tighter to his mouth as you gave him a taste of all of you.

So engrossed in the sensation of his tongue licking you that you didn't realise he was giving you a taste of his flavour too.

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jesswritesthat · 13 days

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Iwaizumi Hajime: Brothers’ Best Friend

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: 2.5k, fluff

• It can be hard when you catch feelings for your brother best friend, but the least you can do is be mature about it and turn it into a game.

Warnings: a few insults

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Iwaizumi Hajime had been 5 things to you over the years, some you'd regretted, many you'd denied, but there's 1 he'd finally accept.

———

He was your ‘brothers’ best friend.

Even from a young age, Iwaizumi Hajime had always captured your interest - most would often sway towards Oikawa but considering he was your older brother figure as your families were quite close, you saw quite enough of him already.

To anyone, your favouritism was evident, including to Oikawas' parents who regularly took you to collect Tōru from his Volleyball club practices.

Gingerly you walked past the child players who varied in height but were all taller than you, some recognising you and side stepping so you could locate your targets faster.

All while Tōrus older sister filmed the humorous ritual. You strolled toward the familiar pair, Oikawa immediely breaking into a blinding smile and picking you up with a prideful greeting. Iwaizumi halted beside his partner whilst he lifted you (there was only 2 years between you but at this age you'd yet to grow).

However, it was not your brother you wanted - no, he held you in his arms only for you pout and kick in his grasp.

Adhering to his childish personality, the cute Setter scoffed whilst mumbling curses as he passed you to his best friend who had his arms open already, used to this familiar favouritism behaviour - a smug look sent to his partner as you settled immediately with a content grin.

Happily you allowed Hajime to manoeuvre you to a piggy back position and carry you over to your amused family.

"This'll be good blackmail in the future y'know, I think for all of you~" Tōrus sister finally pressing stop on the recording, you supposed that at her age she had it out for her 'siblings'.

———

He was a crush.

A phase you'd told yourself, just some ridiculous school girl crush that'd pass eventually because above all else, he was a good friend.

"Hi (Y/n), Iwaizumi is here y'know." Oikawas sister said it with a playful mirth to her silky tone, knowing smirk situated on her face upon seeing you light up.

"Iwa?! Really~"

"That's the guy you talk about, on the high school team with your 'brother' right?"

"Yes! You have to me him -them- c'mon." Eagerly you dragged your friend into the kitchen where the two volleyball players were conversing.

"Hey guys."

"Awh! Chibi-chan, did you miss me? I know I'm amaz—"

Fluently you ducked under his open arms, flying straight into the unsuspecting but easily prepared Iwaizumi who only groaned in reply.

"Tch, not as amazing as Iwa-chan apparently."

"You've grown (Y/n), and who’s your friend?"

"Yeah, that's how life generally works Iwaizumi, oh and this Yuki."

"Nice to meet you. Oi, careful, you sound like Crappykawa and one of those is enough thanks." Iwaizumi chided after introductions, leaving you shaking your head but excited to ask your next question.

"How was the game? God I can't wait to start Aobajohsai next year! I'll finally be able to watch you guys for real."

"We won 2-0. Next year you can come to our practices too. We still need a manager and since Crappykawa is going to be Captain, he might put in a good word."

"Not likely, especially since you'll take Iwas' side in everything." Oikawa sneakily replied, giving you a childish face which you naturally returned.

"That's because he's usually right Tōru."

Once finishing your conversation, you left for your own home like originally planned with Yuki, also glad she’d finally met the two most important people in your life.

“Wow, you’re big brother figure is really good looking~”

“Ew no, did you even meet Iwaizumi? He’s so cool, he’s the arm wrestling champion at Aobajohsai.”

“You know we don’t stand a chance, they’ll be thirds years whilst we’re first years.” She’d awkwardly added, but you remained charismatically confident.

“You’re not thinking ahead, I’ll have a chance one day but until then there’s a bunch of cute guys in our year.”

“Yes, speaking of, I finally got the courage to speak to Tadashi-kun today~”

———

He was a protector.

"Back. Off." Every word was deadly punctuated, standing as a warning all on their own without needed the back up of Iwaizumis dangerous glare.

"Who are you?!" The pestered had glowered, having followed you from your friends’ party that night.

"Take another step and you'll find out."

"Iwaizumi, it's fine— I can handle this." You had every intention to, but Iwaizumi stood protectively in front of you and fingers twitching to punch this scoundrel if he dared make a move to touch you, it was best to leave it.

"Whatever.” Then he was gone, storming off in the other direction much to your joint relief.

“(Y/n) you need to be more careful.”

“I was careful! That’s why I messaged Oikawa the second I noticed him following me.” Hold on, why the hell was Iwaizumi here then?

“Creeps will target students walking alone, especially ones like you.”

“Don’t you think I know that? I’m not and idiot an— what do you mean ‘like me’?”

“What? You’re, y’know— you’re ours!” He seemed stifled by his response but he couldn’t exactly tell you it’s because you were considered attractive.

"You can stop treating me like a baby, I'm 16 Hajime! I can take care of myself, besides..." There was brief hesitation but your emotions were too strong. "I need to get used to you and Tōru not being around, don't I?"

It was a low blow, you knew that, but had every right to be angry at both the world and him, especially with that bubbling feeling of betrayal being so fresh.

"What? So protecting you suddenly means I'm treating you like a child?"

"What else would it be?" You bit back again, knowing by this point you were only being hurtful.

"That I—" A pause.

"That I care about you dumbass, is that so hard to believe? I know you're growing up but that doesn't mean me -or Tōru- are gonna stop looking out for you just because we're on the other side of the world."

"Sure it doesn’t, I'm going home." Despite his words being full of honesty, you turned your back on him and started walking.

"I'll walk you."

"No, I'll walk myself thanks."

"It wasn't a request."

Eventually you arrived at Oikawas’ house, storming in and ditching your shoes in his porch - the pretty brunette heaving a knowing sigh. Oikawa would give you a minute, Iwa having now walked into the house moments after without a word, and that’s when Oikawa followed your path and hesitantly knocked on his own bedroom door for entry.

"Don't be mad at Iwa-chan."

"Yeah yeah 'he's only trying to look out for you' and 'Hajime is protective over people close to him', heard it all before Tōru." Came your muffled reply, face hidden in your arms on the setters bed.

"...Guess you have but uh, this is different."

"Tch."

"It's because he's going to miss you, our Ace won't ever admit that but it's true. Not seeing you and dealing with our chaos all the time will be weird for him. You were near the top of his list to tell once he’d made his decision about California y'know?" Tōru sat tentatively beside you, a reassuring hand patting your back in aid of comforting you.

"Doesn't make it hurt any less, finding out I'm not only losing my big brother but his best friend too."

"You're more upset about me though right?" There was a preganant pause, quite honestly you weren't exactly listening but it was enough for Oikawa to sit abruptly from the bed. "Right?!"

"Tōru!"

"Fine fine, I'm taking that as a yes, but anyway, Iwa-chan just wants to make sure you're gonna be okay in life before he leaves (Y/n)."

There was another silence, a quiet sob escaping you that you’d desperately tried to cover up.

"…Where were you? I needed you Tōru and you weren’t there…"

You felt him cease up, the pain laced your voice and he knew it was partly because it’ll be this way for the foreseeable future, but this time wasn’t his fault.

“Iwa-chan was here when I got your message, he was out the house before I could even put my shoes on. So I waited here for when you came back.” They really were the best team. “Anyway, I’ll prepare my sisters old room for you to stay tonight.”

Awkwardly you shuffled into the kitchen, finding the Ace situated at the table, already changed into a t-shirt and joggers he had here and tiredly brooding over some freshly made tea.

"Hey..." The quietened whisper from your lips surprised even you, let alone Hajime who looked up from his cup with a softening frown.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, I um, I wanted to apologise. You were only trying to help and you even walked me home after I was a crappy friend so..."

"Anytime." There was a hanging silence again, hugging yourself a bit before the brunette awkwardly cleared his throat. "I uh, I understand you were upset, and butting in on the situation probably wasn't necessary so I'm sorry too. It just pissed me off."

"We're good then?"

"Yeah, we're good."

Pausing at the entrance, you sighed quietly - bare feet quickly tapping on the floor and before Hajime could check the origin you'd engulfed him from behind, arms wrapped around his chest and nose buried in the nape of his neck.

"I'll miss you too Hajime."

You heard his breath hitch, muscles tensing under your touch and tentative fingers gracing your own with a gently sigh.

Then you pulled away slightly, the same moment he'd looked back to you, gazes meeting for only a few sacred seconds like sharing a thousand words. Softly you smiled, both of you laughing as your fingers slipped from his figure and you'd walked back to the guest room. Only to find Oikawa sat expectantly on the bed waiting for you.

"You tell him?"

"Not quite. But I said enough."

———

He was a traitor.

Not a phase. It must be a familiarity thing then, Hajime had always been present in your life since you could remember. There wasn't a prolonged period of time when he hadn't been involved - at school, at home, with Oikawa, even on vacations, or via social media.

Maybe once he'd left, once he was no longer around, the constant familiarity wouldn't influence your feelings anymore.

For now though, when you were gifted a moment alone with him that’d likely be your last, you decided it couldn’t hurt to express your feelings. Calmly and nonchalantly.

"I like you Hajime."

"I like you too (Y/n)." He paused, soft and sentimental smile gracing his lips briefly as if resenting his next words. "But you know there's the age thing."

"I know, but I'm in it for the long game."

You could tell your confident statement caught him off guard, yes Iwaizumi knew the topic of conversation was to be handled with care but that didn’t mean he wasn’t perplexed by you.

"I don't want you to wait for me or anything, considering I'm heading to California."

"I had no intention of waiting, our paths will cross again. It's nice knowing you're out there, I'm out there, and we both know. That's enough." You shrugged, leaning back far too casually for the situation.

"Knowing we're both out in the world, I can play along with that."

"Besides, I'll win in the end Hajime."

"Oh yeah? What makes you so sure."

There was a playful smirk on your lips as you sat up a little straighter, hands clasped and head tilted in curiosity. "Well, date me now?"

"No way."

"Okay, then date me later?"

"..." Despite his snapping reply earlier, he now furrowed his brows in thought. "You don't even know what we'll being doing in the future."

"You're not saying no."

"..." A flicker of realisation when meeting your competitive gaze.

"See." You smirked. "That's what makes so sure."

"The long game huh?" Iwaizumi smiled "Count me in."

Oikawa joined you both then, stepping out onto the field and standing before your sitting figures.

"I'm still going to hate you though." A playful punch hitting Iwaizumis’ shoulder as you rose to your feet. "For leaving. I can't hide those feelings very well."

"I know, and it's okay. Hate me for as long as you need to."

“You two done? Let’s go~”

However it was the text later that night which left you more confused than ever.

[ Iwa: Finally. ]

[ (Y/n): Huh? ]

[ Iwa: I didn't give you an answer earlier, so that's it. ]

[ Iwa: Date you finally. ]

[ (Y/n): What does that mean? Eventually??? Later??? Iwaaaaa!!!! 😭 ]

[ Iwa: You're playing the long game remember? So you'll just have to wait I guess. Anyways tell Shittykawa he better be up early tomorrow, night (Y/n) x ]

[ (Y/n): Tōrus' right, you are mean! 💀 ]

———

He was a friend.

"Someone grew up good." Iwaizumi nodded to you in greeting when you’d shown up to Oikawas’ family home, yourself gladly embracing the former traitor.

"Iwa-chan! That's my little chibi-chan!" Oikawa was quick to chastise, even at your expense.

"Tōru I'm not so little anymore, I'm a grown assed human with a job and rent for crying out loud!"

"With a petty attitude to boot." Oikawa mocked, sticking his tongue at you like you were children again.

"Wonder who they got that from Crappykawa?"

"How dare you compare me to him Iwaizumi?! That's it, we're enemies now - prepare to lose."

"I just got back from California, can't we do things normally for once? Like unpack, then celebrate my graduation by going out for dinner together like old times?"

Yourself and Oikawa looked at each other with offended expressions, mirroring smirks etching onto your lips once you'd set your attention back on an irritated Iwa.

"Nope!" You devilishly grinned, Oikawa already holding up Mario Kart controllers as he finished off.

"We're going to my place to have a tournament, loser buys dinner!"

"Idiots."

“Woah, us ‘idiots’ threw you a graduation party. We’re the best friends ever, you should be thanking rather than insulting us y’know.” Oikawa pointedly corrected referring to the destination later tonight.

“Yeah, when Tōru got back from the airport, we even tried making you a cake!”

“Guys… thanks so much…”

“Iwa-chan, congratulations on your graduation.” Tōru proudly cemented, next you gladly followed. “And welcome home.”

———

He was the love of your life.

It was a beautiful summers night in Tokyo, and you'd come to congratulate Iwaizumi on his recent job offer as the Japanese Olympic Volleyball Teams fitness trainer.

You didn't think you'd be sitting beside him staring up at the stars though, a blissful warm breeze allowing you to truly feel the moment.

It seemed Iwaizumi was the same, content smile upon his face.

"It's nice to see you (Y/n), I'm glad you made it."

"Well it's easier when you don't have to catch a flight from the other side of the world." It was evident to whom you’d referred, his absence always being felt in some way.

"Heh, yeah I got to speak to him over video chat though."

"Ugh that means he didn't get the slaps he deserves." Was your witty reply, Iwaizumi laughing alongside you.

"Nah, but don't worry I managed to scold him for anything ridiculous he came out with."

"Like beating everyone?"

"Exactly. With the team I'm gonna train, I'll kick his ass." It amazed you, that even as best friends their rivalry continued into adulthood.

"I hope you both do well Hajime."

"Hm, I hope Japan and Argentina get to face one another most of all."

"You miss him."

"Yeah." A sentimental smile and Iwa turned to you. "And I miss you too."

The atmosphere once again settled into that of comfortable tranquility. You supposed there was only one last thing to say then.

"Well Iwaizumi Hajime, I have one last question for you tonight."

"I know, you've been waiting. So go ahead." It was a challenge, the brunette facing you with an expectant smirk that matched your own.

"Date me now?"

"Don't you remember? I said date you, finally."

"Finally?" You mimicked again, still not knowing what he’d meant by that phrase.

"Guess the long game is over now huh?" Iwaizumi shrugged nonchalantly, despite his mocking tone which only left you sarcastically retorting.

"Shut up asshole."

"It meant, I may not have been your first love (Y/n), but I have every intention of being your last." His sentiment surprised you, especially if this is the thought he had when typing that text all those years ago. "If that's okay with you obviously."

"It is Hajime, then it's your call."

"(Y/n), will you finally go on a date with me?"

"No." You'd said it proudly, Hajime only knowingly smirking. "You don't get to take the victory lap now. This is my game, and I asked you first. You owe me an answer."

"Ah man, it was worth a shot but the only true loss here is missing the chance to be with you so yeah."

"Don't get all sappy on me Hajime! It doesn't suit you."

"Hey! I said I'd date you (Y/n), aren't I supposed to be a little sentimental with that." Though he seemed confident, Iwaizumi hadn’t hidden his blush very well.

"You might want to make another call to Oikawa, I'm sure dating his 'Chibi-chan' will have him back here in no time. Don't you need his permission huh?"

"Already got it." Iwaizumi seemed smug about it, no doubt probably asking prior to this encounter since he already knew what you wanted to ask - but you had your own surprises.

"Funny, I did too."

"You asked his permission to date me?!"

"Duh, you're his best friend. I got permission before you even left for California~"Not explicitly, but you assumed Oikawa had always known how you felt.

"You really had me from the start didn't you?"

"Yeah, but you had me too Iwa.”

Iwaizumi Hajime was (and had been) your everything. But you were always his everything too.

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keiyoomi · 11 months

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detail/s: iwaizumi × afab!reader ; kira (daughter) | dad!iwaizumi • fluff!

note: happy iwaizumi day!!! this is all i could write for now. enioy reading!

after years of spending time with each other, you already know how sharp iwa's instinct could be. his talent only improved when you two finally started your own family.

"kira-chan, let's decorate papa's cupcakes, okay?" you gently said while opening the bags of marshmallows, sprinkles, and chocolate chips. "he must not catch us making these."

little kira's ponytail bounced as she nodded her head. her curious eyes watched your every move as you picked up several chocolate chips to decorate one of the cupcakes.

kira reached out for the bag of sprinkles. her eyes slightly widened when the bag made a sound in the process. she looked at your direction but you only chuckled at her before kissing the top of her hair.

"papa won't hear it. don't worry," you said softly while placing the cupcake you did in the cupcake organizer.

your little girl tried to copy your movements, only for her to frown when she saw three sprinkles on the top of the icing. she turned to you and watched as you placed the sprinkles on the cupcake.

"ma, pu' mo'. kiwa wan' pu' mo'." ["ma, put more. kira want put more."]

you smiled and showed her how she can put more toppings on her cupcakes. you grabbed a handful of marshmallows before slowly releasing it from your hand.

once again, your adorable little toddler copied your action and this time, she was successful. her eyes twinkled with joy when she finally see more colorful sprinkles on the top of her cupcake.

she clapped her hands and cheered with her adorable tiny voice. "kiwa did it! yahoo~!"

as much as you wanted to tell her to keep her voice down, you couldn't help but feel proud of your growing child.

but of course, you knew that her victorious cheer woke up that day's main character.

you glanced up and met the gaze of hajime, whose bed hair is still quite comparable to that of a bird's nest. although his eyes were squinting, you could tell that it's been a while since he started watching you and your daughter.

"you're not supposed to be awake yet," you grumbled while watching him walk towards the kitchen.

"papa, dun cam. papa no no!"

hajime pouted before kneeling next to kira.

"but papa wants to say good morning to mama and kira."

"but sprice, papa. sprice!" she emphasized making you chuckle while nodding.

hajime laughed before placing a tender kiss on kira's forehead.

"but kira already surprised me."

little kira gasped, covering her lips with her tiny hands. "really?" she asked with wide eyes.

iwaizumi nodded his head. "really!"

"when?"

"when kira kissed papa's head earlier."

your daughter turned to you with wide eyes. "oh no!"

you and your husband laughed at her cute reaction. hajime stood and walked towards you.

he wrapped his strong arms around you as he rest his chin on your shoulder.

"you've been awake since we started, huh."

"uh-huh," he responded while nuzzling his face against the crook of your neck. "thank you, love."

"happy birthday, hajime."

"i love you," he whispered while looking at you, his lips were inch away from yours. his lips looking more inviting for some reason. l

when you were about to share a kiss with your husband, a tiny voice suddenly spoke.

"done, mama? done?"

when you and your husband looked down, you saw how little kira was covering her eyes while taking a peek in between her fingers.

you and your husband chuckled before peppering your child with kisses.

"happy birthday, papa!"

"happy birthday to me, indeed," he replied as he pulled you and your child closer to him.

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sleepingpillscosmos · 4 months

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MISTLETOE — hajime iwaizumi

pairing: hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader.

warnings/content: fake dating. mention of alcohol. hanamaki gets wasted. bullied oikawa. suggestive towards the end. suggestive comments.

wc: 2k.

a/n: so this is my present for my secret santa, @lou-struck, for the secret santa event held by @enchantedforest-network. I hope you'll enjoy your present, this fic helped me getting out of my writer's block <3

"Are you ready?" Iwaizumi asked from the living room as he grabbed both your coats while waiting for you. You didn't answer but appeared in the room in all your beauty, all dressed up, with your hair and makeup done, you looked flawless.

Iwaizumi was left speechless. He already saw you like this multiple times, but this time it was different. You looked different. Your dark red dress was perfect for you, it wrapped your body just in the right way, highlighting all your curves. Your makeup was really simple, but he thought it suited you perfectly. And your hair looked perfect, soft and shiny. He thought you were perfect. Maybe it was just the Christmas air, but he had to take a deep breath to destabilise his heartbeat.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" your sarcastic comment made him come back to normal. He rolled his eyes and approached you to help you put on your coat so that you could finally leave the house.

Tonight you were celebrating Christmas eve with your high school friends, Matsukawa, Hanamaki and, last but not least, Oikawa. It was a long time since you last saw each other, everyone had their own life and unfortunately your schedules didn't line up, especially Oikawa's, who was always out of the continent. But now you were all in town for the holidays, so you took this opportunity to spend some time together, just like old times.

You all decided to have dinner together at Issei and Hanamaki's shared apartment then spend the night there.

You both entered Iwa's car, you put on your seatbelt as he started the engine to drive off, directed to your friend's apartment.

"You didn't forget anything, right?" he asked, never taking his eyes off the road. "Yeah, all I need for tonight is in my bag and all the presents are in the second one"

"Did you bring my present too?" he grinned after asking you. He knew that you couldn't contain your excitement when you bought a gift for someone, ending up saying what you bought after three days at most. But this year you made a promise not to tell anyone, especially Iwa.

"Yes, but I'm not telling you, so stop teasing me." he hummed in response, trying to hide the little smile that was starting to appear on his face.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. We'll probably have to share a bed this night." he gave you a quick apologetic smile before turning his face back to the road, "I can always sleep on the floor if it makes you uncomfortable"

"Don't worry it's fine, I'm not letting you sleep on the floor with this cold. Plus we already shared a bed." yes, it's true, but not entirely. You shared a bed before, in your high school years, but you were also sharing it with your other friends when you did a sleepover, all cramped up in one bed.

Iwaizumi parked in front of your friend's house. You got out of the car and grabbed your bags as Iwa did the same before going to ring the bell.

You took the elevator to reach the right floor since you were too lazy to take the stairs.

"I'm really sorry" Iwaizumi sighed. You gave him a puzzled look.

"About this situation. I didn't expect this to last this long" he looked really sorry, but you gave him a sincere smile. "It's okay Haji'"

The said situation was your relationship, or better, your fake relationship. It all started when he was at training with his team. They were slacking off, continuing to talk about their love life instead of doing their exercises, and Iwaizumi was starting to get fed up. Every time he "interrupted" them, they would tease him, saying that he was mad only because he had no love life. After what was probably the tenth time, he admitted that he had, in fact, a love life and that he was happily dating a girl.

He expected that they would forget about his statement in a couple of days or so. But, somehow, this news reached Oikawa, who called him a couple of hours later. He was literally screaming because how dare Iwaizumi not tell him about this, he even started crying.

Iwa was pissed off, but he thought that the story would finish there. But the day after you stormed into his apartment, asking him why Oikawa talked your ear off about your nonexistent relationship and how he was deeply hurt by the fact that he discovered it from someone else. In that moment Iwaizumi had wished that the floor had swallowed him, but unfortunately it wasn't possible.

You talked about it and decided to fake it for about a week or so, to let everyone's excitement die down. But at the end of that period, Oikawa showed up in front of Iwaizumi's door. He was so excited and happy for you both that neither of you had the heart to tell him the truth.

And now you were here, after about six months, in an elevator, on your way to celebrate Christmas eve with your friends, as a couple.

The elevator's door opened and you found your friends' door already open.

"Guys!" Hanamaki exclaimed when you both approached the door, "You're late, we thought you weren't coming!" he said as he hugged both of you before helping you with your bags.

Once you entered the apartment you left your shoes at the entrance and Maki gave you a quick tour of his house then he led you to the kitchen, where your other friends were cooking dinner. Or, better, where Issei was cooking dinner while Oikawa was whining about no one knows what.

"Oh here it is! My favourite couple!" Tōru dramatically said as he opened his arms, waiting for your hug. You wasted no time and hugged him immediately, even if he was a total pain in the ass he was your best friend, and you really missed him. Iwa was a bit reluctant, but Tōru gave him no choice as he practically jumped in his arms.

When dinner was ready, you helped Issei take everything to the table, where your other three friends were sitting, waiting for the food while talking about their day.

The dinner went perfectly, everyone was happy to be there all together after so long. You talked about everything and anything. You recalled old times, when you and Issei would convince Hanamaki to drink more than he could take, ending up having to take care of him. Or when you and Iwa bullied Tōru at every training, just because you loved seeing his dramatic ass all pissed and offended. Or when you, Makki and Issei wanted to skip school and Iwa always found you and dragged you to school, somehow he always knew when you were about to do something stupid. Your high school years were wonderful, you five were inseparable.

Then after high school everything changed. Tōru was always out of the country, Hanamaki and Issei had their own life just as you and Hajime. You didn't spend much time together, the only one you saw nearly every day was Hajime since you worked for the same team, him as an athletic trainer and you as a physiotherapist. But when you hang out together like this, everything seemed to go back to when you were sixteen.

Time flew by, all the presents were opened and all the wine was finished. Makki was collapsed on the couch and Issei helped him stand up to take him to his room. The three of you remaining decided to follow them, you and Hajime in the guest room while Tōru on the couch.

"If you need to change I can wait outside" he said, already reaching for the door handle, but you stopped him. "Don't worry, I just have to put on my pyjama"

He looked at you, searching for any sign of discomfort, then he hesitantly nodded. You turned around and took off your shirt to change, once you were finished you turned back, just in time to see Hajime's back as he put on his shirt. You couldn't deny that he was attractive, really attractive. I mean he was gorgeous, his body looked like it was sculpted and he acted like a true gentleman. He was perfect, even if he didn't think so. Maybe it was the wine thinking for you, or your teenage self who had the biggest crush for him.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned when he saw you spacing out, it snapped you out of your trance. "Yeah, sure" you laughed nervously looking everywhere but at him, embarrassed because you got caught daydreaming.

Something caught your eye just above Iwa, you had to try really hard not to burst out laughing at your other friends' stupidity. You approached him, leaving little to no space between your bodies. He looked at you confused, then he looked above him when you pointed to the ceiling with your finger. He scoffed as realisation hit him.

There, above both your heads, there was a sprig of mistletoe, roughly attached to the ceiling with two pieces of tape by your stupid friends. You didn't know how it was still hanging there.

"They are so stupid" he sighed, shaking his head, and you nodded, smiling at the gesture of your friends. Yes, they were stupid, but it was kinda sweet.

"So?" you asked, "Don't you know about the tradition?" your smile grew even larger.

"Yes, I know, but we don't have to do it if you don't want to. After all nobody's watching, so we don't have to fake" he said looking directly at you, with a blush creeping on his face.

"Do you want to, Hajime?" you moved your gaze on his lips for a second, hoping that he would get the hint. Iwaizumi gulped before nodding, his face even redder than before.

"Then do it" he wasted no time and gently cupped your cheek, meeting you halfway to kiss you.

It wasn't the first time you two kissed. But it was the first time you did it alone, without other people watching. This was your real first kiss, and it was magical.

It started off slow, with one of his hands on your cheek and the other at the nape of your neck, to keep your head in place, one of your hands was grabbing his wrist while the other was on his waist. Iwa really wanted to deepen the kiss, he waited for this moment since the day he met you, but he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or scare you. You sensed his hesitation, so you took the lead. You deepened the kiss while moving his hands, just above your butt, before lacing your arms around his neck.

He took the hint, and after some seconds he lifted you by moving his hands behind your thighs. He gently placed you on the bed, with his body between your legs. He hovered over you, supporting his weight with his arms to not crush you.

Maybe this situation wasn't so bad after all...

[...]

"God guys, we put that mistletoe to make you kiss, not to make you procreate a whole bunch of children" Tōru said as you and Iwa entered the kitchen, Issei and Makki chuckled as they shared a knowing look.

"Oh shut up, you're just envious because you don't get bitches" Iwa said not even looking at him as he grabbed two mugs for the both of you to pour some coffee.

"What? That's not true! I get a whole lot of bitches! Even more than the three of you combined!" and with that, Oikawa started a never ending speech about how many girls he gets, why he's better than them and who knows what, you all learned to switch your ears off and nod every now and then when he started to whine like this, just to avoid a headache.

network: @enchantedforest-network.

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moonlitberries · 2 years

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minors DNI

cw: slight angst (?), clit slapping, biting, overstim (f! receiving), unprotected sex (not a good idea. DO NOT attempt irl!!) lmk if i missed something)

thinking about fuckbuddy!biker!iwaizumi

should i do a part 2? let me know!

you don't really remember how it started, or why. maybe he'd been pissed at oikawa for some (probably justified) reason. maybe it had been a bad day at work. maybe a failed PR at the gym,or maybe he'd just woken up on the wrong side of the bed that fateful morning.

whatever wretched person or situation had put him in that mood, you'd love to find out. if it had been a person, maybe you could send them a card expressing your gratitude along with some warm baked goods. after all, you have them to thank for your current situation — ass up, your chest pressed against iwaizumi's hard mattress, his hands grabbing your waist for leverage as he drilled into you. you were definitely going to bruise, skin giving way to his pure brute strength. he was fucking into you mercilessly. at one point, the pillow he had pushed your face into had born the weight of suppressing your moans, but he had fucked any ability to vocalize right out of you. that had been two — maybe three? — orgasms ago.

one of us hands snaked up to your throat, squeezing and pulling you up. his breath was hot against your ear when he asked, ' feels good, hah, baby?', all the while continuing to bully his cock into you. his other reached across your tummy to brush against your clit, earning him a sharp gasp.

'yeah, 'course you won't say shit. fucked my pretty baby dumb, haven't i?'

the hand on your clit moves away only to come back down hard, causing you to keen at the sting of pleasure.

oh, he was feeling mean today.

paying no attention to your broken whimpers of h-haji, s'too much, can't take it, he repeats the action once, twice, then pinches your clit before you're pushed over the edge again, hands reaching behind you to blindly grab at his arms, to have something, anything to ground you to reality.

but haji only speeds up, losing the painful yet delicious rhythm he had set. his arms wrap around your tummy as he pulls you up again, your back pressed against his warm, muscly chest. one of your hands instinctively comes up to cup his cheek, the other resting on his hands which were locked around you. he's close, you can tell, just needs an extra push. so, gathering your last dregs of strength, you turn your head towards him, pressing open-mouthed kisses up the column of his throat, right up to the base of his ear, where you bite down, hard.

that's enough to send him flying, his own orgasm wracking his body as he buries his face in your neck. the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, along with hajime's broken moans of baby, always so good to me — hah — always take me so well, all of me, as he shudders and empties himself into you.

you stay there for a while, hajime's arms still wrapped around you, as he kisses down the column of your throat, gently caressing any skin he could reach. this was it,this was all the intimacy you had ever received from him.soon, he'd release you, clean you up almost mechanically, and send you on your way. if you were lucky, maybe he'd feed you something he had cooked himself, and that would be it.

maybe someday you'd gather the courage to speak up, tell him that you want more. you want to be able to send him silly texts throughout the day. you want to sit on the counter while he cooks, and feel his embrace from behind while doing the dishes. you want to argue over buying a new mattress, and you want to relieve his stress in ways other than a good fuck. you want to be more than a good fuck.

but haji's arms return to him and he withdraws from you. you feel him leave the bed and head away, presumably to the bathroom to get a rag. you should get up, too. take a shower and return to your apartment, alone for yet another night.

maybe he'd ask you to stay tonight. maybe he'd let you snuggle upto him as you munch on what he's cooked, cringing and laughing at the dating show on TV. maybe he'd crack a joke about how he lucked out in finding you so he'd never have to go on one of these bullshit gimmicks of a show. and maybe you could look up at him and whisper that you lucked out in finding him, too.

maybe, maybe, maybe.

haji 's voice breaks your daydream, and you make your way to the bathroom on shaky legs, where he's waiting with the warm cloth in his hands. his gruff voice sends shivers down your back when he tells you that it's late, so he'll drop you home on his bike.

another night alone it is, then.

so you close your eyes, grit your teeth, and settle for it, for being able to hear him groan, see him at work in the kitchen in nothing but sweatpants, making food for two instead of one. for now, you satiate yourself with the knowledge that the marks blossoming on his throat and the scratches down his back were your doing. a small mark of him being yours, in some ridiculously fucked way.

maybe someday you won't need any such marks.

but for now, you would have to make do.

#iwaizumi smut #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime imagine #lusting over: iwaizumi

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bowandcurtsey · 1 year

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congrats on 1.7k!

i was wondering if you could to Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, and Iwaizumi Hajime w/ a Gn! reader whos not easily flustered with a Royal au where the boys are princes and the reader is the royal librarian? (no specific trope in mind but you can add one if you wish :3)

hope you have a wonderful day/night!

p.s. love your writing 💕 keep up the amazing work!

{1700 event}

Helluuu Ryker, firstly apologies on the spam of the reblogs because ze cat was on the keyboard while I was away. (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

Next, thank you for sending your request in and I'm happy that you love my writing huehue o(≧▽≦)o

Lastly, I'm sorry that you had to wait so long for this! But here it is, happy 2023!

AU: royal AU Characters: Hinata, Kageyama, Iwaizumi x gn! reader

Hinata Shoyo

Hinata came in one day, looking for a book on anatomy. His "boke" friend, Prince Kageyama told him he needed to know how a human body works in order to play volleyball well.

So, he asked you to find the books for him. And you were just so unfazed and chatty with him, it felt like a friend instead of a subordinate.

And my, did you know a lot about the books, Hinata found himself being fascinated about the library and it's books instead.

Once Hinata fixates on something, he'll be full on focused. He came daily, asking you to show and recommend more books of different variety. Some had different types of paper, some had hard covers, some were read from right to left, up to down. The books itself had a story and they all held different knowledge within them.

Hinata thought that you were super smart. You seemed to know about every book in the royal library, while hinata would doze off once he started reading a boring book.

Hinata enjoyed spending his time with you because firstly, it felt like he didn't need to read the book to know what it's about. you would tell the story in such a fascinating way anyway. And secondly, you didn't treat him like the royal prince. For once, he didn't feel lonely in the castle, and had a companion with him.

It was as though you could talk about any topic under the sun. Once, he invited his friends over and they were all very amazed by you, which made Hinata swell with pride.

"y/n's our trusty librarian with superpowers! They know so much!" he exclaimed proudly.

Hinata has always been a happy go lucky boy, and he lived his days from day to day, making everyday to the fullest. Thus, he seldom sat down to think about what you really meant to him. He only knew that he was looking forward to see you everyday.

Until one day you were scheduled to leave the royal library. And Hinata straight out refused. "NO! you can't move y/n out of the royal castle!!"

And when the queen asked why, Hinata found himself thinking. For once he thought about what you really meant to him. He thought all night about it.

He thought about not being able to see you anymore, to chat with you anymore, and that made him really upset. He wanted to bring you to many places on your day off, show you many more things in the royal castle.

Hinata ran. Ran to the library to grab you, and dragged you half way across the castle to meet the queen.

"MOM! I'M MARRYING Y/N!!"

The rest was history.

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama hated books. He hated reading. He was forced every single time he went to the library.

In order to encourage him to read books more often, she hired you, a librarian plus someone to read with him and discuss the books' contents.

Initially he was cool and quiet. He just sat there to read and sometimes you could tell he was dozing off. But you were chirpy and jovial, and you kept asking him random questions like how was his day, what did he eat, what was the rest of the castle like.. Slowly you asked him about the genre of books he liked and you started introducing books to him.

You realised he like books that weren't too draggy, some that had shorter storyline, books that captivated it's reader with every page.

Tobio found himself not dreading to go to the library daily now. Sometimes when you found the right book for him, he even brought the book out of the library, so he could read whenever he had free time.

Afterwards, Kageyama was representing the country to play volleyball, there was a lot of pressure on him, seeing that he was the prince of the country, he had to work extra hard to ensure he performed well in every game.

The queen cut down his daily library sessions to a few times per week. But because you always found good books for him and that he kinda enjoyed reading now, he always looked forward to library days, so he could share with you about the book he was reading.

somehow, he was also looking forward to sharing about his day and his life with you. From a librarian, you became his confidant and his friend.

Similar to Hinata, when he turned 18 and the king and queen started introducing partners to him, but soon, he realised he didn't want to be with those princesses / princes and neither could he see himself being with anyone else other than you.

Tobio was a straightforward boy, so he just told his mom one night: "I want to marry y/n in the future."

The queen knew that once this boy was set on something, he was never going to change his mind. You were a lovely person anyway, so the queen had no complains.

He asked for your hand on your 18th birthday.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Oikawa had his eyes set on you the moment he met you. He dragged his brother, Iwaizumi to the library everyday "to do work" so he could chat with you.

He tried all ways to flirt with you; pick up lines, gifts, flowers, chatting with you, everything to get your attention.

But you were so unfazed and your nonchalant reaction always made Iwaizumi laugh at Oikawa.

One day, Oikawa officially confessed to you, asking for your hand. Nobody could understand where did Oikawa find courage to do so, but he really made an entire event out of it.

You had no choice but to apologise to Oikawa and reject him. You told him that you already had someone else in mind. But you refused to tell him who.

Somehow, Iwaizumi was curious to find out who was the person you had your eyes set on. Oikawa has never been rejected in his life, people usually drool and faze over Oikawa so Iwaizumi wanted to know who you thought was better than him.

Somehow, the idea of you being with someone made Iwaizumi unsettled as well. He felt that you deserved to be with someone that was nothing short of amazing, like you were.

No matter how much Oikawa pressed on, you refused to tell him who it was.

One day, Oikawa had to accompany the queen for a lunch meeting and Iwaizumi had nothing to do, so he visited the library.

"so... I'm really curious who you rejected Oikawa for?" he found himself asking. "I have to make sure the person is worthy to be with you."

You laughed, which made Iwaizumi even more confused. Did you just make things up so Oikawa would give up?

"It's you," you said shyly.

The burst of emotions Iwaizumi suddenly felt that day was indescribable. Shock, surprise, happiness, relief, embarrassment, shy...

He didn't know how to react except blush madly. "oh." was all he could manage.

After he regained his composure, he said, "I like you very much as well y/n."

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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haikyuu characters w some of my fave drama plots ♡ [including iwaizumi, tendou, kageyama, atsumu and bokuto.]

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iwaizumi hajime ♡ weightlifting fairy

weightlifters weren’t attractive. it wasn’t cute - cute was being small and tiny and dainty and helpless. yet, you weren’t any of those docile things. you liked lifting weights and watching the shock on others’ faces as you raised a weight twice your size above your head.

having a crush on oikawa tooru was heartaching - your attempts at speaking to him desolate. and you could only guess your larger, beefy physique was the reason why.

huffing, you raised the bar you were holding a little higher, ignoring the eyes on you. the other gymnists were watching with intrigue - but oikawa’s group of fans were snickering cruelly. you glance their way and feel your hands slip a little before you readjust them correctly.

“stop listening to them.” iwaizumi gripes from where he’s stretching. you sigh and let your eyes fall to the floor, the weight you were holding going with them. with a small, muted sniffle, you shuffle to the weight bar to put your equipment back. across the room, another set of giggles burst from oikawa’s fans.

“it’s embarrassing, that’s all.”

iwaizumi lets out a huff, following behind you quietly. you meet his eyes through the gym’s mirror, frowning at the scowl he holds. the gym has gone quiet now, the fan-group keeping their eyes on the two of you. “shouldn’t let the things you like embarrass you. especially when it comes to a shitty guy like oikawa.”

you lips lift into a small half-smile as you temporarily drop your gaze from his. iwaizumi nudges your shoulder with his wrist before knodding over to the various gym equipment. “i’ll spot you and watch how intimidated shittykawa’s group gets when they see how much you can bench. deal?”

“what’s in it for me?” you tilt your head with a playful gleam in your eyes. iwaizumi puts his chin on your shoulder, basking in the collective gasp that echoes around the room. he thinks you look cute with your widened eyes - you looking that way because of him is always a bonus.

he places a kiss on your shoulder, “i’ll take you on a date.” straightening up, he grabs your wrist and leads you to a bench. “deal?”

you grin, placing a returning kiss on his cheek before you sit down. “deal.”

——♥︎——

tendou satori ♡ my only 12%

you were devastated at the tender age of twelve. your best friend - your whole world and more - had to move away. just entering high school, and you could no longer do that together. with a wobbling lip, you gather the red-head in your arms and hug him against you tightly.

he’s just as upset, all sniffles and sobs as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “college,” he says through a cry. it’s not the time, but you can’t stop thinking about how pretty satori was - how he was growing into his stangeness and slowly embracing it more. “we’ll find each other in college.”

high school had come and gone, and you applied to different colleges thoughtlessly. you missed satori - missed his warm, caring eyes and the safety of his arms after a bad day.

tendou satori came back to you during your second year of college. long, toned arms found home around your hips as his face snuggled deep into the top of your head. you’d lost count of how long you’d been hugging, but - burying yourself deeper into his chest - you didn’t really care.

a mandatory sleepover was held that night in your dorm room. tendou’s bags sat unpacked at the entranceway, making themselves home as they were scattered about messily. he was still gathered in your arms, curled into the tiniest ball he could be as he nuzzled his face into your chest. the red-head would keep repeating the same thing over and over, “missed you so much.”

“missed you more, ‘tori,” you planted a kiss to the top of his head. the boy let out a languid sigh, melting even further into your arms. “thought about you every day. and thought about how much i wanted you home.”

tendou let out a small whine, curling himself impossibly closer to you. his head suddenly shot up and he caged you in his arms as he hovered over you. “love you,” he spoke. leaning down, satori peppered kisses over your face before straightening up to stare down at you. “love you so much, [name].”

——♥︎——

kageyama tobio ♡ my love mix up

math was hard. history was hard. literature was hard. science was fun - but still hard. you frown at the small nub you call an eraser, only watching in despair as it finally crumbles into pieces.

you turn to the right, asking your classmate for their eraser. they grin and oblige, sending a half-used eraser your way. with a sigh, you furiously begin to erase the mess on your paper until it was blank once again.

squinting at the board, you soon give up on trying to understand anything that’s being taught. you can ask yachi later - she was always better at explaining things to you, anyways. you’re fiddling with the eraser mindlessly when you realize it feel indented. looking at it curiously, you find a half-erased name coating the back of it.

yama is written in a pretty blue color. you suck your cheeks in, glancing at your classmate slyly. they had a crush, obviously, but there were loads of people in school who had yama in their names.

a bump to the back of your desk sends the eraser flying out of your hands, soaring forwards. you watch, paralyzed as it lands next to someone’s foot. cringing to yourself, you forget to see just who was leaning over to pick up the eraser you’d been using.

he holds it for a bit and you can see him tilt his head. then he’s turning around frantically - he makes eye contact with you.

and you can’t help but wonder why kageyama looks so appalled - why his cheeks are pink and he’s just gaping at you. kageyama - yama was written on the eraser. your mouth falls open as the two of you simply stare.

no way did kageyama think you had a crush on him! it was all a misunderstanding! your classmate liked him - at least, you think they did. with a thunk, your forehead meets your desk as you hold back your groan of shame. the day couldn’t possibly get worse.

——♥︎——

timeskip!miya atsumu ♡ honey lemon soda

you’d been practicing all morning - the correct and polite way to say hello. looking in the mirror and making sure your smile was just right ; that your eyes were soft and your voice was welcoming. today was the start of your new job, after all, so you had to make the best impressions.

osamu is the first person you see as you enter onigiri miya. he’s making a pot of coffee sleepily, puffy eyes staring through you as he yawns. finally - as he scratches at his bed head - osamu sends you a smile. “mornin’, [name].”

“good morning, osamu.” you say after taking a deep breath. you sounded okay - sounded excited to start the day and readily awake. osamu grins before he yawns again, turning to pour himself a mug of coffee. “i’ll get started on the ingredients in the back.”

osamu shoos you away as he takes a seat at the counter and just gazes out of the windows. you hold in your giggle, knowing how hard it was to wake yourself up this morning. as you take different onigiri ingredients out of the refrigerator, you continue to practice your service voice quietly.

“morning. good morning! hello, how can i help you? thank you for stopping by! good morning. mornin’! hi-”

“mornin’, sweetheart.”

jerking up from where you’d slumped over, you turn wide-eyed to see miya atsumu. the blond had developed a habit of sneaking in his brother’s resturaunt through the backdoor. he tilts his head, “well? you gonna greet me back?”

you clear your throat, “good morning, miya.”

“jus’ atsumu’s fine,” he shrugs. grinning as he walks your way, atsumu backs you against the corner as he stands over you. “glad ‘samu hired you, beautiful. ‘ve been tryin’ to talk to ya for ages now.”

——♥︎——

bokuto kotaro ♡ a love so beautiful

it was hot. beyond hot. always so sunny, or teetering on the edge of cold enough to snow. and yet, it never did. you sighed, chin in your hand as you stare outside of the gym’s window.

the volleyball members are stretching behind you, quiet conversations and chatter setting the atmosphere for you. akaashi trudges up beside you with tonight’s homework in hand. you smile his way before sitting with your back against the wall and welcoming him to sit beside you.

keiji grins gently, “you needed help with this, right?”

you hum and lean over his shoulder as he explains the work to you slowly. nodding along, you can’t say how much you appreciate akaashi helping you out when you struggle with the work. you open your mouth to speak, but are cut off with sounds of awe.

everyone’s staring at the window above you with wide eyes. konoha helps you stand and your mouth falls open. it’s snowing - there’s snow falling from the sky.

rushing out in a group, you spot bokuto running across the gym’s roof with two cans of spray on snow. you smile, letting out a breathless laugh at the sight. bokuto hears it, grinning down at you as the cans run out of snow. “is this okay?”

“you made it snow!” you reply in excitement. the other fukurodani members are playing in the fake flurries, tossing it around and throwing it with laughter. your eyes tear up a bit, “you actually made it snow!”

bokuto treads down to you carefully, a bashful blush on his face once he faces you. the captain toes the ground shyly as he avods your gaze. “yeah, for you. it’s all you wanted this year - snow.”

throwing your arms around his neck, you hug bokuto to you warmly and lovingly. you kiss from his cheek to his ear, planting a loud muah! there before whispering. “thank you, ‘ko. this is so sweet.”

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kurooandkenmasslut · 1 year

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Iwaizumi Hajime X Female Reader

Last Christmas Themed~

Last Christmas, I gave you my heart~

"I- um-" "Y/n? Are you okay? Do you want some warm tea—" "Hajime, I-I like you!" Hajime went scarlet. "I- Um...I like you too," He muttered. Your eyes sparkled and your heart thumped in your chest.

But the very next day... You gave it away...

You were walking down the school hall, trying to find your best friend, Aoi, your friend since your two were kids just mumbled something to you and ran off, leaving you absolutely confused about where her whereabouts were.

you were checking each corner and there you spotted her... with Hajime Iwaizumi, your boyfriend, your crush since middle school, the boy you confessed your love to three years ago today.

They leaned in at each other's faces, kissing each other with passion on the lips, leaving you stunned and heartbroken. First of all, your boyfriend of three years is kissing your best friend? H-How could they?

A single tear slipped down and streamed down your face and dripped to the floor, as the couple broke apart and giggled and looked your way, their eyes widening.

"Y/N! i-" they both said, but before they could say anything, you ran off, and stormed to your aunty's home, since she was quite close to your school, unlike your actual home. You knocked softly and your auntie opened the door and gasped at your state. She ushered you in and made you some tea.

"Oh dear, what happened?" She asked, her tone wavering with worry. You explained to her what happened just now, and her jaw dropped. "Truly unacceptable! let's go shopping to distract you, we don't need men!" she grinned.

This year, to save me from tears... I'll give it to someone special...

You showed up to school the next day, completely forgetting about Iwaizumi and Aoi, ignoring them as they tried to talk to you, but failed miserably.

"hey y/n! are you okay? I heard what happened, I didn't know Iwa was such a jerk!" Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi's best friend said to you. He was very handsome, you had to admit, that's why all his fangirls fawn over his looks.

"I'm okay, thank you for asking me Tooru." You said, voice shaky. You are not completely over it, but you know you deserve more. You hung out with Oikawa all day, happy you have some company.

"Do you wanna watch our practice today? You know since iwa's going to be there and all?" Oikawa asked you worriedly. "I think I'll be okay, I'll watch it!" You chirped. He grinned. "Well, since you are going to our amazing practice, make sure to cheer for me, okay?" He and you laughed, but you agreed.

"Woo!! go oiks!" You cheered, and Oikawa blushed at the new nickname but plastered his face in his gorgeous, handsome smile. Iwaizumi raised his eyebrow.

You never once talked to Iwaizumi or Aoi again, you blocked them from all social media platforms, not even thinking of giving them a second chance.

'Time passes quickly' you thought as you looked back in the mirror, fixing your graduation hat. Oikawa peeked in the door. "Hello beautiful~" He smiled. "Shut up Oikawa." You said as you rolled your eyes.

'Oikawa is such a flirt' you thought as you looked away to hide your now, blushing, face. You gained feelings for him after some time but tried not to make it obvious that you did.

Cheers boomed throughout the area, as everyone's graduation hats flew into the air and dropped onto the grassy ground and stage. You ran over to Oikawa, hugging his neck tightly while he held your waist. You looked into his eyes as he looked into yours. His chocolate brown eyes stared into your e/c ones, you felt pure bliss under his gaze.

As if time slowed for the two of you, you both leaned in and kissed. It felt as if something inside you burst with love, heart-melting. You grabbed his face and his hands brought you even closer. You opened your eyes and smiled, and so did he.

You hugged him, tight. Not only did you just graduate, but you also got with the person you liked for a while now.

Oikawa and Iwaizumi were still friends, but definitely not as close as before. But Iwaizumi told Oikawa that he and Aoi only lasted a few days after you caught them, and they've been doing this for about a year now. He claimed that Aoi suggested it to him first when they were alone together. He also claimed that Aoi was talking about you behind your back, to him & her friends.

But right now, Aoi has a job as a shopkeeper at the convenience store and gets paid low, as she got kicked out of her house by her parents because she didn't get into any collages, so she's living as a 26-year-old woman who's living in a cheap apartment. Iwaizumi is 27 years of age and an athletic trainer. He says he's happy in life and gets paid well. He also states that he feels sorry about what he did to you.

He and you are friends, or well, sort of. If you see him passing in the streets or in the shop, you'll say hello and 'how are you' and stuff, but you will not request a hang out of anything. You're not that comfortable with him yet.

"GAHH!!" Oikawa Tooru screamed, his muscular hand gripping his shirt, hand over his heart as if to stop it from beating so loud.

"Gotcha!" Your son, Yoshi Oikawa, said evilly, scaring his dad just not even 10 seconds ago. "Oh boy, I'm going to get you!!~" Tooru said, chasing after a 5-year-old. "MOMMY!!" Yoshi screamed as he cuddled your leg.

"Hm?" You wondered as you turned around. You kneeled down to his level. "What's wrong Yoshi?" "daddy's running after me, he scared me!" He whined. You furrowed your eyebrows and Tooru came in, head swinging from side to side, looking for a small boy.

"Aha! I found you!" He said evilly. You stared at him, dumbfounded. "Tooru. Stop acting like a child and clean the table." You said and tilted your head. "But he scared his amazing and handsome father when he came in!" "i don't care, I've been cooking and cleaning all day," You answered, Yawning in the process. "Ughh! fine, only because you are my wife and I love you!" he strutted over to you and gave you a long kiss on the lips. "EW!! MOMMY AND DADDY ARE KISSING!" Yoshi groaned as he made fake gagging noises. You two laughed and Tooru walked away to clean the table. You wondered if your life could have been different if you were with Iwaizumi, but you didn't love him anymore, so there was no point in thinking about him. You were perfectly content with your life right now, and you hoped that it will always stay like it.

Bonus!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

"Hey, Y/n! I forgot to mention that we're going to Tokyo for a few days!" Yes, Oikawa Tooru is a professional volleyball player, and yous have been traveling to places recently.

But you? you took up (a famous dream job), which you get flashed by the paparazzi every time you are out in public.

You and Oikawa are always featured in magazines, newspapers, the news itself, and everywhere public, 'The perfect Couple', which you always giggle at.

You don't mind the paparazzi nor Fangirls, but they get sometimes go a bit crazy.

You and Oikawa went out to a fancy restaurant since it was your anniversary. Oikawa spoiled you rotten. You two were laughing and giggling, holding hands when you were exiting. And it seems the paparazzi and the squealing fangirls were outside, waiting with their cameras, but you were used to it.

But the smiles were wiped off your faces when one certain male with a camera screamed at you to look at his camera, he grabbed your left arm to get your attention. He pulled too hard, which made you almost fall right on your face on the concrete, but luckily Oikawa caught you in time.

When the paparazzi are doing their job, Oikawa smiles and waves, His fake smile remains until he gets to his destination and lies his head on your stomach and whines about how the paparazzi are annoying.

But when the topic flips to you, his smile is dropping and he's getting serious. So that's why he started lashing out at the paparazzi.

"Get away from me and my wife! now!" He yelled will a scowl on his face and eyebrows furrowed. The paparazzi rolled their eyes and tried to be smart. "Or what? what are you going to do about it? and chill, it wasn't a big deal," That. was. his. last. straw.

You gripped onto Oikawa's shoulder whispering to him that we should leave, but Oikawa was fuming. Oikawa whispered, "go back to the car dear, I'll be over in a minute." he said, voice stern as he called over the bodyguard to help you get to the car safely.

Oikawa walked over to that one. certain. male. and as soon as he got close to his face, the paparazzi's face drained from color and he looked as if he was about to shit himself.

Oikawa grabbed his right shoulder, his rings shining in the moonlight. "If you ever lay a fingertip on my wife again, you won't even see daylight again. you hear me, man?" The paparazzi nodded his head multiple times, legs shaking and heart pounding. Oikawa stepped back. "Amazing! glad you can understand!" He chirped before walking to the car where you were sitting. The driver of the car started the engine and drove off.

"Thank you tooru, I love you" You whispered in his ear, wrapping your arms around his neck and inhaling his scent before closing your eyes. "Anytime, dear." He mumbled before kissing your cheek.

Likes and reblogs are so much appreciated!! thank you for reading! I hope you have a great morning/afternoon/noon/night!! ╰(*°▽°*)╯ Bye now!~ q(≧▽≦q)

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dalgikiss · 1 year

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'Til Kingdom Come

princess diaries totally lied about what happens when you become a princess btw

index

genre: romance, coming-of-age, royalty

i. start of something new

You can’t help but stare in awe at the palace building in front of you, with the dark blue and white flags dancing in the air to a rhythm that you cannot hear.

The palace towers above you, white stone marble glinting from the sunlight. You crane your neck, almost falling backwards in a sore attempt to catch the top of the castle. Your grandmother’s guard, Akira, catches you with a reassuring hand to your back, holding back his laughter while you struggle to catch your footing.

The wooden doors open the second the guards see your grandmother ascending the marble stairs, and you hurriedly follow behind her, ignoring the way some of the guards openly gaped at you. Your grandmother glances over her shoulder, taking note of the unease on your face.

“You needn’t worry,” She reassures you, a hand gently pushing your shoulders back to straighten your posture, “You will do a fine job of being our princess”

The words are meant to be comforting, you know, but the pressure bears down harder on your chest instead.

Becoming a princess at the age of 18 is not something that you were even mildly prepared for. It’s something out of a fairytale, a dream that many young girls have. You were no different, especially after watching ‘Princess Diaries’ starring your all time favorite actress, Anne Hathaway.

However, something twisted in your gut as you stared at your grandmother’s tiara, glittering diamonds reflecting in the sunlight casting a shadow over your figure as though to warn you, your experience would be nothing like the beloved coming-of-age film.

Akira gestures for you to walk down a hallway, large oil paintings adorning the walls depicting the past rulers of Aoba Johsai and their family members. You can’t help but pause at a photo of your father when he was younger, dressed in a black uniform with gold buttons and different colored ribbons decorating his chest while he grinned wildly at the camera. Your grandmother stood in the background, a soft smile on her face, while your late grandfather mimicked your father’s expression.

“You know,” Your grandmother suddenly appears behind you, gazing fondly at the photo, “You have your grandfather’s eyes”

You can’t help but gently reach up towards your eyes, staring intently at the photo of your late grandfather. The longer you stare at the photo, the more the realization dawns upon you.

I’m a princess

These people are my family

This is not a game

Your grandmother seems to sense your inner turmoil, turning to face you as your expression begins to morph into something akin to fear.

“I’ve said it before, and I will say it again,” She pulls your hand away from your face, tilting your chin up, “You will make a fine ruler of this country. You will not let me down”

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yuunemi · 2 years

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02:06 AM ☆ IWAIZUMI HAJIME ☆

C/W : FEM!READER

LIBRARIAN’S NOTE/S : very self-indulgent iwaizumi fic.

NOTES & REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS VERY MUCH APPRECIATED ^^

Iwaizumi wakes up to pee in the middle of the night—still groggy but when he felt that your side of the bed was empty. He immediately found himself wide awake. Scanning the dark-lit room he noticed an empty chair and an opened laptop on the table. He decided to hold off looking for you and went to the bathroom first. Leaving the said room he saw you entering with a cup of iced coffee. "Oh hi, Haji." You said, sounding very tired. Walking closer to your figure "What're you doing? I thought you said you'd join me in bed hours ago?" He asked with a yawn. "Yeahh buutt I really wanted to finish his essay before sleeping." You answered while putting aside your iced coffee. "You'll have more than enough time tomorrow after a goodnight's rest." He said holding your hands, ushering you to join him in bed. "Alright, alright I'll sleep and join you in bed already." You gave in while pulling away from him to shut down your laptop and fix the desk. After doing so, you immediately jumped down into the comfy bed, and soon enough your boyfriend's strong arms were already wrapped around your waist. "Night, Y/n." He whispered, "Mm, you too, Haji." You replied while burying yourself deeper into his embrace and before you knew it, you were already sleeping.

!! DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE ELSE !! THIS IS THE PROPERTY OF YUUNEMI !! IT DOESN’T CLAIM TO OWN THE CHARACTERS THAT BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS !!

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

“Well you know about my hookups!”

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

“You all WHAT?”

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

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

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

“It’s embarrassing.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Gagging."

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

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

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

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

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

“Not so funny now, is it?”

“You… you said my name?”

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

“Why did you never like… try?”

“I thought you liked Oikawa.”

“Why would you think I like Oikawa!”

“You spent so much time with him!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe."

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

Might as well make him bitter, together.

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forusomimiya · 9 months

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

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

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

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

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

"Come on... you feel it?"

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

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

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

"What do ya want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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noosayog · 1 year

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[baby fever - aka 6:36 PM] ft. iwaizumi hajime

wc: 200

ushijima | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama

You watch as Miya Atsumu settles into his seat in front of the reporters before setting the little toddler into his lap. She babbles quietly, incoherently as Atsumu answers question after question.

“Yeah,” you hear Atsumu say, “I think the team works really well together because-”

“Wa!” the little girl interrupts.

“Because of our high school rivalries-”

“Wawa-chan!”

You watch Atsumu’s little daughter lock focus on Hajime standing next to you, reaching her stubby arms out to him.

“Wawa-chan!” she repeats.

Atsumu laughs, “she loves Iwaizumi, our athletic trainer.”

You look over at your boyfriend, who’s trying to keep a straight face but also raises a hand to wiggle his fingers at the little Miya, who giggles in return.

“I didn’t know you liked kids,” you whisper at him.

“I don’t,” he says, all the while still making funny hand motions.

“If you like them so much,” you snake your fingers into his large palm. “I could help you out.”

Hajime squeezes your palm in reprimand. “Behave.” He looks over at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Anyway I’d like to get married before that.”

You sigh dramatically, “such a gentleman. You weren’t last night when we were-”

He slips the hand that was holding yours around your waist and gives the fat of your hips a solid squeeze. “Behave.” he whispers against your ear.

“Or I’ll make you later.”

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tojisprettywife · 1 month

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{note: *sigh* once again, unedited, not proof read, all characters are aged up. minors DNI.}

warnings: somnophilia?, nipple sucking, abt titty obsessed men

i keep thinking of how he’s so obsessed with boobs. even non sexually, stressed out?, his hands creep up under your top, just holding them. squeezing them, feeling their warmth. even in his sleep, he likes holding one titty in his palm. small or big, perky or not, he loves it. and when he wakes up earlier than you, feeling a little hot and bothered, his cock semi hard, he slowly lifts up your tee, his index finger tracing circles around your nipple. his breath warm on your nipples, causing them to harden. “mmh” you stir lightly in sleep but are too tired to wake up and notice what’s going on. he looks at you, to see whether you’re awake. he notices you’re still asleep, so he cups your breasts gently. both his index fingers, circling around your nipples, his eyes are fixated on them. he lowers his head slowly, taking one of your nipple into his mouth. his warm mouth, enveloping your hardened nipple. swirling his tongue, flicking his tongue on it, his hips slightly grinding against your thigh. he slightly whimpers, your tits either calm him down or turn him on a lot. his teeth slightly grazed your nipple, “mmmh” you stir awake lightly, look down at him. his eyes look into yours as his pretty lips are still around your nipple. “love?…” you softly say, registering what’s going on. you still keeps sucking on it slowly, looking into your eyes, his cock fully hard, pressing against your thigh. he pull away from your nipple, as a string of salvia connecting his lips to your nipple. he moves to other nipple, your hand finds his hair, gripping it as he sucks on the nipple harder. “ahhh” you moan softly, he pulls away lightly, pressing soft kisses on rest of your breast. “g’morning love” his voice rumbles in his chest, hoarse in the morning. “mmh morning baby” you say playing with his hair, as he keeps pressing kisses all over chest. “so pretty” he mumbles to himself, burying his face in between your breasts, grinding his clad cock against your clad sex. “baby….mmh” he tugs and pinches one of your nipples with his thumb and index finger eliciting a sharp moan. his soft kisses travel up to your neck, kissing that one spot that makes you shiver. his right hand slides past the waist band of your panties. “can we?…”

~ Choso Kamo! , Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Osamu, Adriah Thomas, Chikara Ennoshita, Noritoshi Kamo, Megumi?, Rukawa Kaede, Miyagi Ryota!

~honorable mentions: Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Oikawa Toru, Mitsui Hisashi.

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moonlitberries · 1 year

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minors DNI

cw: slight angst, dry humping, miscommunication (ngl, i kind of forced this one)

set in the same universe as this!

let me know what you think <3

iwaizumi remembers exactly how it started.

he'd been on his last set of deadlifts when you'd walked into the gym, looking a little unsure. but he figured he'd wait until you asked for help, if you needed it. his eyes track you as you make your way over to the squat rack where mattsun thad been spotting oikawa.

iwaizumi watches you wait until oikawa had finished his rep before you begin talking to mattsun — asking for help? or a spot? either way, mattsun only seems glad to be of service, a smile spreading over his face. to someone who doesn't know him, mattsun's expression might appear sleazy. but iwaizuni knows that that's just what the guy's face looks like. not his fault, really.

and so, seeing you taken care of, he returns to his own routine. and that would've been it if you hadn't gotten to chatting with mattsun and oikawa. he'd been beckoned over by a yell of oi! iwachan! which had echoed across the (thankfully) empty gym.

iwaizumi strode across the floor to where you were stood with the two doofuses, his towel around his neck. incredibly aware of the fact that he was drenched in sweat and probably reeking.

not the greatest first impression.

oikawa spoke first, annoying voice liIted like it always got when he was playing up his gregarious personality. 'iwachan! say hi to our new gym buddy!'

you gave him a tiny smile, introducing yourself as having just moved to the city. you looked nervous, he noted, even as you stick your hand out to him.

he'd grasped it, extremely conscious of the fact that it was probably sweaty and oh no, he should've wiped it off before coming over, and he really should be introducing himself too, but your eyes were expectant & inquisitive and your hand fit in his really well, and oh no, he'd been shaking it for too long-

thankfully - and he can't believe he was having this thought - oikawa saved the day.

'this is iwachan! don't mind him, he has the social skills of a barely domesticated hedgehog.'

ah, that was more like the oikawa he knew.

slapping the back of his head was second nature to iwaizumi at this point, but then you'd let a laugh escape you before clamping your hands over your mouth. and he froze again, hand suspended halfway on it's path to oikawa's head. you looked at him, eyes wide and bright, afraid of offending him, and suddenly iwaizumi knew that all crimes would be forgiven if you'd keep looking at him like that. he lowered his hand, plastering a (hopefully) friendly smile on his face.

(oikawa & mattsun later tell him that it had, in fact, been a dopey grin.)

apparently, the two doofuses had taken a liking to you, and had invited you to their regular post-gym lunch.

great, more chances to embarass himself.

lunch had turned into an invitation to makki's 'i got a job!' party, which turned into an offer to help with moving, which turned into you and iwaizami splayed out on opposite ends of your new couch, beer cans in hand (and a few on the floor), panting but proud of the boxes stacked in your living room. turns out the apartment you'd rented was a block away from iwaizumi's place, so he'd volunteered to stick around and help you unpack after everyone else had left.

the clock precariously balanced on an overturned box showed that it was nearing ten. you huffed a tired little sigh, turning to look at him.

'hey, it's getting pretty late. you sure you're good to stay?' your lips were slightly party, concern etched across your features. something in iwaizami's stomach flipped when he realized that the concern was for him.

'yeah, i'm good. got my bike parked downstairs, and it's barely a minute's drive from here,' he reassures you. he leaves out the fact that he would have driven for as long as it takes to get to you.

honestly, the fuck was wrong with him?

you sigh again, slapping your hands on your thighs as you make to get up, but immediately slump back into the cushions. 'if you say so, iwachan.' you turn to look at him over your shoulder, eyes bright and teasing because you know he hates that name. at least, you think he hates it. he's just not worked up the courage to tell you that he'll take whatever you call him, as long as you don't stop calling him.

yeah, he's pretty sure no amount of liquid courage would ever get him there.

but he's just tipsy enough to let himself lean into the coy lilt of your voice, mind just the right amount of fuzzy to allow himself to scooch closer to you, your thighs touching. he can feel the warmth of your bare thigh through his jeans, a heat washing through him. touching you was far more intoxicating than anything he'd ever experienced.

his voice is gruff when he says, 'come on, if you're tryna tease me, you can do better than that.' and he can tell you're not expecting that. your brows shoot up and you fumble slightly on your next words, which come out as barely a whisper.

'yeah? and what lengths am i allowed to go to?'

your hand, which had been lightly resting in your lap, lands gently on his knee. he has to swallow when it starts to creep up his thigh, your nails applying just the right amount of pressure to make his throat dry up.

'do what you want, darling,' — and he wills his voice to not crack — 'you set the pace. i'm yours. do whatever you want.'

apparently, that had been all the assurance you needed, because you immediately leaned in, open mouth pressing against his. and he lets himself go, accepts your kiss as your tongue licks into his mouth. you taste of cheap beer and vanilla chapstick — the same goddamn chopstick that had haunted his dreams when he'd seen the way you puckered your lips after applying it — as the kiss grows more fervent, one of your hands winding up his neck to rake through his hair, the other bunching his shirt to tug him closer.

his own hands must have been still all this while, because you break the kiss to mumble against his lips, 'touch me, hajime. need you, please, touch me.'

hearing his name spill from your lips snapped something inside iwaizumi. he immediately grabbed your waist and guided you onto his lap, pulling you closer by the small of your back. his hands sweep all over your body, exploring it. he tentatively reaches a hand under your shirt, goosebumps erupting all over your warm skin.

idly, he thinks that the beer must have been colder than he'd expected.

he reaches over to the small of your back again, this time with full access to your skin, and pulls you in even further, right over his already hard cock, almost groaning in response. you must've felt it too, because you moan into the kiss, and the hand nestled in his hair tugs — and he's a goner.

he begins to move your hips against his, pressing your core right over his cock. his hand comes up to tug at your nipples, and he's rewarded with a moan, your head thrown back, pretty neck exposed for the taking. he sinks his teeth into it, and you press your hips down further, leaving no space between your bodies.

as he laves over the bite mark with his tongue, he can't help but think of what a vision you were above him — back arched, chest pressed to his, eyes shut in bliss. he wonders about how wet you must be — were you soaked? would you be able to take two of his fingers? what about his cock? could he slide it in? or would you struggle to fit it all, squirming as you can't help but try to escape even as you sink down on him further?

the thought has him groaning into your neck as you increase the pace of your grinding against him. you pull at his roots again, a silent plea for more, and hajime's all too happy to give it to you.

his thumb finds the crest of your sex, and he nudges it through your shorts, and oh, you keen at that, and he presses down further.

'ha-ah, haji, so close, don't stop, please—'

he couldn't stop even if he tried, his hips thrusting up into yours as he keeps drawing little nothings over your clit, trying his best to push you over the edge.

his efforts are rewarded when your thighs clamp down around his, head thrown back as broken, wanton moans escape your throat. your pretty little throat, which he'd marked up for everyone to see, for everyone to know you were all his, and his alone.

the thought sends him over the edge too, hips still canting up into yours as he rides out his high. the comedown is blissful, your forehead pressed against his, as you both bask in the afterglow of your orgasms.

slowly, reality sets in.

iwaizumi had just made out — and beyond — with you. you, who had never even flirted in his general direction before today. you, with your gorgeous smile and bright eyes, who could have anyone you wanted and chose him tonight because he was the only one around. it could've been oikawa or mattsun or makki or that cashier who'd rung up your beer. bile rises in his throat at the thought of someone else being in his place. he's suddenly stone cold sober.

he's suddenly too hot and the stickiness in his pants is uncomfortable and he needs to be anywhere but here.

so when you pull back from where you'd been resting on his chest, and sigh out, 'that was — something. guess i should've taken the onus to tease you earlier, huh?' — he doesn't want to stick around for you to dismiss him as just a quickie. he doesn't think his heart could take it.

so he pushes you off, gently as he can, and doesn't — can't — meet your eyes when he mumbles out some excuse about having to water his plants, and barely remembers to grab his keys before leaving.

he doesn't think about the fact that you know he doesn't have plants. that he only owns one half of a pair of succulents, the other sat upon the coffee table you guys had put together today. doesn't see your face crumpling as you blink back tears, wondering what happened all of a sudden.

doesn't hear the sound of your heart breaking over his own.

the next time he sees you, the wall's been put up. he refuses to get attached to you, refuses to let himself think about your vanilla chapstick, or the way the sunlight reflects in your eyes, or the way your hands grip your drink when you're cold, or about how he could hold your hands in his own to warm them up—

nope, he refuses to think about that.

you still end up sleeping together, drunken encounters leading to seeking each other out, even while sober. and he sometimes lets himself think about what he could cook for you after a long day, or what it would feel like to have you drift off in his arms while watching a movie. he sometimes plays with the idea of taking you on a late-night like ride that's not the measly two blocks from your house to his.

but he knows it's all a pipe dream. something to tide him over while he tries to get over you.

for now, he makes do.

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