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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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iwa iwa iwa iwa! :(((

iwa who teaches you to touch yourself :(

iwa who’s there to coax you through it, telling you how hard your cute little clit is for him as you sit help on his lap, forced to look at your nude form sat atop him, trembling cunt stuffed with two of your own fingers :(

“god, baby.” he coos. “you’re so turned on. so ready to cum.”

he whispers it against your neck, sucking on the soft skin with a proud, teasing smile.

he can feel you dripping on his fingers but he won't put them in yet. oh no, no, no - not when he has this perfect opportunity to watch his baby make herself cum for the first time.

iwaizumi whose steely eyes soften at your desperate, mewling attempts - hastily pumping your fingers into your own dripping entrance, tearfully trying to make yourself cum.

“such a pretty pussy. and all mine.” he plants a kiss at the shell of your ear. “she’s mine, right cutie? that’s how i know what she needs. ‘m gonna teach you what she needs okay, angel?”

your mouth falls open, lips swollen from how much he’s kissed you - a distressed whine falling from you lips.

“can’t - haji. m’ fingers aren’t like yours!” you sob weakly, pussy walls squeezing pathetically around the thin digits inside you.

he chuckles a bit - you are right in a way.

his thick fingers, calloused but so, so experienced with massaging and feeling every inch of your body - they could make you come undone in seconds.

he’d be lying if he said it didn’t appeal to him; head swimming with the image of you as a sobbing, gushing little mess that can’t stop creaming nice and hard onto his hand.

but he wants to see you draw yourself to that euphoria.

“you can. baby you’re so beautiful on your little fingers. go on, add another. my perfect girl.”

“haji’ i can’t! ‘s embarrassing!!”

iwaizumi who ignores your plea, unfurling your small hand with his own sturdy one and making you rock your grinding hips onto a third, trembling finger. who thumbs your tears away before his hands return down your body to your hips.

“shh. nothing to be embarrassed about.” he gives a low, handsome chuckle - the type you can feel through his chest and his thumbs massage your hip bones. “don’t f’rget to thumb that clit, baby - she needs attention too.”

iwaizumi who kisses your cheek while all your pretty head can think of is how good his lips would feel attending to the wet, hard little bud rather than the sloppy, inexperienced circles of your now wet thumb.

“h-haji!” you sob, hips grinding into filthy little rolls trying to create some kind of friction on iwaizumi’s sturdy lap. but his hands keep you locked in place in front of the mirror.

“iwaaaaa - s’ not fair!” you sniffle, voice breaking pathetically at your attempts to thrust your fingertips onto that innermost gooey spot. you kick your legs like a petulant child but that only makes him tighten his hold on you, his heavy body restraining you. your lips let out a whine, only able to move your wrist and hand, back and forth into your precious folds.

“don’t do that, baby. stay still and look at yourself, angel. that tender little cunt - my baby’s gonna make it cream.”

“can’t like this - iwa, i can’t, I can’t—! i just need you to touch it , please-!” you wail. the stimulation in your pussy is teetering on too much and too little and it’s drivingyouinsane.

iwaizumi who sighs followed by a little chuckle.

“okay baby. if you’re that lost… let me give you a little help.”

you sob, expecting your boyfriend’s fingers to slip inside you and relieve your fruitless efforts when instead one hand wraps around your wrist, the other pulling back you thigh to widen you more -

oh, fuck

iwaizumi who plunges your own fingers deeper and deeper and then back out; fuckfuck-no ‘s toomuch, ‘s toomuch!

the knot in your stomach tightens when he pushes your fingers into something that makes you cry out. something too wet and deep and warm and he just keeps hitting it. he won’t slow down - whywon’theslowdown?!

“rub that little clit and keep hitting that spot nice and fast. that’s it. so good for me, baby, you’re almost there.”

iwaizumi who looks with proud eyes as you gasp and spread your digits inside your own tight walls.

you both sit watching the reflection of you pussy in the mirror as it flutters around your fingers. you melt against him, unable to stop moving your fingers - he just won’t let you! :(((

“haji,,, haji - wait! wait - lemme stop!”

“it’s okay. it’s okay, you’re so close. just a little more…”

“no! no you don’t ‘nderstand - you don’ - it feels funny, iwa - iWA!” every fiber in your body wants to slow your fingers and squirm away but his hands is on yours again forcing your wrist in n’ out and you languish, the most wanton moans blending in with the schlick, schlick, schlick of your sloshy pussy.

“supposed to feel funny. Just let me help… you’re doing amazing, keep your hand like that - good g’rl…”

iwaizumi who growls and lets your other hand pat and pinch and roll your ‘hungry little clit.’ you squeeze your eyes shut.

“no, no baby. look’t me. look’t the mirror. your pretty pussy, she’s so ready to cream. don’t you want to see her do it for the first time by yourself. fuck, your legs are shaking.”

you open your eyes but the sight of the mirror is still blurred by tears as you sniffle out another desperate plea.

“ ‘jime! haji - haji- n’t gonna cum! n’t gonna cum! I’m not -!”

“yes you are sweetie. can smell how close you are. i know this pussy - you’re gonna make yourself get there I promise.”

“no, no!” you babble, desperate to move - “no Haji - ‘s not cum - ‘m gonna pee! feels like it - lemme stop i can’t hold it!”

iwaizumi who chuckles, knowing you’ll ruin yourself if you stop and he won’t let you - your fingers piston in onto that gushing bundle of nerves and he rubs your the lower part of your stomach.

“n-no, iwa, iwa - !”

“deep breath baby. enjoy it for me. you’re doing so good - make yourself let it out for me.”

and then you reach it - your whole body trembling while you thrash against him

iwaizumi who smiles, praises dropping from his mouth about how fucking pretty you look cumming for him - splattering translucent fluid all over the mirror and onto his pants with the most wrecked, tear-filled cry of “ha… ha-hajimeeeee!”

iwaizumi who loves the way you whimper when you come down, utterly overwhelmed and needy on his lap as his muscular form praises you with a smirk.

“did such a good job, baby. congratulations.”

(for @sookisaurus and @sems-diarie)

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90ekz · 1 year

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cockwarming iwaizumi on a business call,,, yea.

he’d be so annoying about it, too. yes, it was your idea, but you didn’t expect for him to treat you like you weren’t important :((

and you want to get pounded, absolutely ruined, but the only thing he was giving you were occasional taps to your clit paired with his slight movement inside you every once in a while.

most annoying man ever btw. it didn’t help that he kept muting the phone to reprimand you either.

“stay still. you wanted this, baby. now take it.”

mean ass.

“‘zumi… don’t be so mean t’me.”

iwa wanted nothing more than to fuck you deep, but he had business to finish first. ‘cause he’s always tryna be a working member of society n shit

eventually you just got impatient and rose up on his cock just to slam back down. he barely covered his guttural whine before the man on the other end noticed.

iwaizumi ended up gripping your waist tightly with one of his sizeable hands to keep you in place, while continuing to writing notes with the other.

he smirked into the crook of your neck, cause now you really had no where to move.

iwa just likes to be a lil sadist from time 2 time.

oh, and as soon as he gets off that phone?? he still doesn’t let you move, much to your dismay.

but now he’s free to degrade you and tell you how bad you were :((

“thought you were g’nna be a good girl f’me. you’re making me sad..”

in the end, iwa lets you cum, yea. but not on his dick. he adds some quick strokes to your clit, but only to shut you up.

after all, he still had business to finish.

he knows exactly how unsatisfying it is, but he thinks you deserve it. all you had to do was sit still >:(

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iwaoiness · 3 months

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"So, Toto," the Argentine presenter of the TV show continues smiling comfortably at Oikawa "this is a new section we have in which our bilingual guest teach us a fell words of his mother language. Would you like to give us a first quick Japanese class?"

Oikawa, sitting snuggly on the leather sofa with one ankle on his knee, nods happily over the sound of a enthusiastic public.

"Por supuesto, Javier! What do you want to know?"

"Let's start with family vocabulary, like papá, mamá, and all that staffs"

"Easy then! Where's my camera?" Tooru turns his face forward when Javier points to the camera and smiles widely into the lens, subtly narrowing his eyes in that sweet, angelic expression. "Mom in Japanese is Okaa-san and mommy is more like mama. Dad is otou-san and for daddy...," his lips stretch out a little more, now his eyes shine playfully "is Iwaizumi Hajime (27) athletic trainer."

Javier blinks as perplexed as the audience (there are some gasps when some young people recognize Iwaizumi's name) and the production team is also speechless (there is even a cameraman who peeks out from behind his camera totally confused because he's very sure that daddy in Japanese is not all that long).

And, somewhere in Miyagi, in Matsukawa and Hanamaki's picturesque apartment where they have managed to get the entire horde of big and monstrous (or just monstrous if we're talking about Hinata, Hoshiumi and Yaku) players from the Japanese men's volleyball team, Iwaizumi blinks like an owl when Oikawa's voice echoes through the room and all his mates and best friends immediately turn their eyes towards him. The nacho he was eating falls from his open mouth and, next to him, Bokuto takes advantage of his shock to slowly steal another nacho from him.

"I'll kill him, I'll fucking kill him with my own fucking hands" He mutters, his ears and neck red as beets just as Mattsun and Makki can't take it anymore and explode with laughter along with the rest of the players.

Amidst the hubbub, a confused Kageyama is heard asking how actually is daddy in Japanese to Ushijima, who shrugs his shoulders as he calmly chews on the carrot sticks he shares with Sakusa.

...

u can find me on my ao3 🍉

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astrowaffles · 11 months

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#real #love him tbh #haikyuu!!#astro speaks wonders #hq timeskip #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #hq iwaizumi

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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homewrecker

submission for: @cirigiri's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — the friend’s husband) AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june. also, this is part 1, part 2 is coming out on the 21st, and part 3 during kinktober <3

features: friend's husband!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) | song: homewrecker - marina | wc: 4185 | part 2 | part 3

summary: while hajime iwaizumi is a highly successful athletic trainer, his marriage is in disarray. his wife ended up cheating on him even after having a son, kaito iwaizumi, when she went on a business trip to argentina; with his best buddy, tooru oikawa, of all people. he wasn't the only one who had been duped, though. so were you, tooru oikawa's wife, and with a daughter, melina jose oikawa. you remembered your pent-up sentiments for hajime while comforting each other, and things start to take a spicy turn. | visual inspiration: this artwork by @/novak.rouge on instagram (@beware-of-the-rogue the way you and ella have spoiled me xD) and serena mendoza is inspired by serena van der woodsen from gossip girl (yes i love that show gtfo my case lol /j /lh)

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume @sweetsbysatori (your inputs are so so valuable ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (this wouldn't have been possible without you so thank you so so much *sobs* <33)

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers, themes of infidelity, suggestive tones, angst, hurt/comfort, usage of swear words (this is so not me lol, i just had a rough couple of days, and this is me venting lol), serena's called a bitch, paparazzi, mentions of body insecurity/dysmorphia (but not reader), the reader having symptoms of depression including having trouble with eating, mentions of consumption of alcohol, sexual tension, slightly dubcon (if you squint at the end) 'cause iwaizumi's speaking in a slurred voice, please lmk if i miss out on any tags

a/n: this took me a lot of while to come up with this lol, because it's writing about my kinnie in a bad light, but it's only for the sake of the plot y'all. but i honestly loved writing this, i'd been in a bad mood off late and i needed to vent out. also, please note that i don't ever condone cheating. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, minors please dni, i will block you.

9th May 2021. 7:00pm, San Juan, Argentina

The waves from the cerulean sea kissed your toes as you were sitting near the shoreline in Del Bono with your elbows on the clear sand. The incandescent moon shone light on your shimmery silver dress and sand-covered feet which had become sore after running away from the izakaya after one of your colleagues shared the news where you learned that your husband, the setter of Club Atletico San Juan, Tooru Oikawa, was rumored to have cheated on you with your best friend since university, Serena Mendoza. You heaved a long drawn sigh as you felt something punching your gut as you then sat up with your hands hugging your stomach, writhing in agony, and tears welling in your eyes. Your heart broke for your daughter, as you wondered whether she heard the news about her father, and wondered whether her classmates would eventually make fun of her. She was at no fault of this at all, but was unnecessarily caught in this crossfire.

Wiping the tears from your waterline, for a moment you think about Serena, one of the richest, most popular and good looking girls at the University of California at Irvine, who became your best friend over your course of study at the university. She was regarded as one of the most beautiful girls in your university. Everyone wanted to be her, some wanted to be with her, and you, (Y/N) (L/N), having moved to the States from Japan, had considered yourself very lucky to befriend her.

The day after you two graduated from uni, you two were lying on one of the sands of the California beaches. You let the sand below you cling to you as you wore a swimsuit with every inch of the fabric hugging your skin especially after you’d gone for a swim, while Serena wore her black V-neck one-piece swimsuit, her body and her long, wavy blonde locks basked in the glory of the sunshine, waiting for you to get back. As you two were lying down, soaking in the sun, Serena said, “You know something? Someday, it would be nice for us to get married to a pair of best friends, wouldn’t it?” As the water kisses your feet, you turn to Serena and add, “Famous best friends, maybe? And if we end up getting a high profile job too, someday we wouldn’t have to worry about our life, y’know? ‘Cause we’d be living a life of luxury,” chuckling amongst yourselves.

Boy, how you were wrong.

10th May 2021. 7:00am, Tokyo, Japan

“We now begin this special program with breaking news as we see clips showing the well known setter for the San Juan Volleyball Team, Tooru Oikawa, walking out of his hotel with someone other than his wife. Sources say…”

As Iwaizumi was told by Atsumu Miya, one of his athletes that he was training for the Olympics, to watch the news online through his iPad, the world came to a standstill for him. He was beyond disbelief, seeing his wife and the mother of their son, as the mystery woman who was scuttling inside the hotel with Oikawa’s arm around her waist as he kissed her on her lips. He could make out that it was Serena through her blonde tresses, and the emerald earrings that he gave her for their anniversary.

“Haji,” he heard her calling for him once more, interrupting his train of thought, but the voice that once brought him joy now wrung his heart, causing him to be in profound agony. He turned in the direction of the gradually unfamiliar voice as he noticed Serena walking out of their bedroom in her work attire. She’d seen a little frantic, when she asked him, “Haji, where’s our son?” Furrowing his eyebrows at her, the athletic trainer responded, “That’s not something you needed to know,” then shrugged his shoulders to continue, “given that you don’t care for him anyway, but I’d already contacted my parents to take him in.” Serena widened her eyes in shock, raising her voice, “How dare you! He’s our son! How dare you make such decisions without consulting me?”

Approaching her, Hajime confronted his wife, and replied, “Serena, you lost that right. Not when you chose to go to Buenos Aires for the trip. You lost the right to call me your husband and Kaito as our son, when you decided to fuck my best friend,” raising his voice at the end and pointing a finger towards her. Serena’s mouth gaped wide open as he told her, “Atsumu showed me the news. That bastard woke me up at 7am! I’m glad that he did though, because you cheated on me, and betrayed your best friend, by sleeping with my asshole of a best friend! Oh my god, do you have any idea what she must be going through?” In the midst of the long argument, initially she kept denying it, saying, “No, Haji, that’s so not true. I just met him and caught up with him. That’s all,” and she kept trying to change the topic, but fate wasn’t on her side as she got a ping on the phone from Oikawa. He snatched the phone from her and then saw a notification from the beguiling devil himself. As he opened the phone, the text gave him enough reasonable doubt to confirm his suspicions:

“Serena-chan, what are we gonna do? (Y/N)-chan hasn't seen the news yet, has Iwa-chan? How are we going to explain this without getting caught?”

His olive-green irises started seeing red, but instead of deciding to lash out at Serena, which even she expected, an idea sparked into his head. He took a deep breath and he then proceeded to dial your number. As you lifted the phone, he was met with your ragged breaths and sniffles, as you replied with a lump in your throat, “Hello, Iwaizumi?” For a moment, when he heard you, he felt your heart break along with his, but he knew he had to be strong for the both of you.

He’d known you and Serena since the time you three studied together in Irvine. You and Iwaizumi did not have much in common, but you two were willing to be a part of each other’s interests. You two would watch Godzilla together while you would take him along with Serena out on a drive. Whether it was playing volleyball, playing in the arcade, or sipping on some horchata while gorging on some tacos, you loved to hang outdoors. You two slowly started to become thick as thieves, and you started to have feelings for him.

However, when he confessed one day that he had feelings for Serena, it caused your heart to break inside and you were a little jealous of her, but you had kept all the negativity aside, resigning yourself to thinking that he would never be interested in you to begin with. So, when Oikawa dropped by to visit Iwaizumi, the former ace introduced you to his childhood best friend who started shadowing his idol, the former setter-turned-coach Jose Blanco, when he joined the Club Atletico San Juan, one of the most popular teams in the Argentinian Volleyball Federation.

Tooru had once come across as smug initially, but he eventually captured your heart over you two having a lot more in common with each other, and you had similar experiences growing up. You two eventually fell in love with each other, and you and Tooru and Serena and Hajime got married on the same day. While Hajime and Serena worked in the States, the former gaining American citizenship, you had worked with Serena for a while, until you and Oikawa moved to Argentina, with him gaining Argentinian citizenship.

“Hi, it’s… been a while, hasn’t it?” Iwaizumi asked you, in a softer tone, causing Serena to open her mouth in shock. Taking a long drawn breath, you responded with a quivering voice, “It has, but it’s sad we’re talking under these circumstances.” He nodded, inquiring while Serena widened her eyes, “When did you find out?” Drooping your shoulders, you continued, “I was at an izakaya with my co-workers after we had a successful presentation. Before coming here, it felt really awkward. Many of my co-workers were giving me weird looks throughout the day, until some of them decided to treat me to a drink in the evening. You know that she and I decided to be colleagues in the American Volleyball Association where Kuroo-san referred us before I transferred to Argentina, right? So, I contacted my boss after knowing the news and he granted me permission to work from home. I’ve never done this, Iwa! I take pride in going to work everyday, and I just…”

You couldn’t speak anymore because you’d started sobbing, smearing your makeup. Iwa repeatedly called your name to calm you down, while flashing his hand at Serena to stop her from walking towards him. Having gained your attention, you replied, “I don’t know what to do, I’m going to be booking a cab home as of now.” He then interrupted you by saying, “Before you do that, I think you need to call Oikawa. This needs to be talked about.” Your eyes widened as fear and anger gripped you, snarking, “wait, is that bitch here?” He hummed in response, causing you to respond, “you know what? Let’s do that. Also, please put the phone on speaker.”

While Serena does not move an inch, Hajime put the phone in front of him and turned on the speaker, while side-eyeing at her. After a couple of minutes, a familiar voice was heard out loud. “Ola, mi amõr. What's up? Practice is wrapping up, so I’m on my way home. What do you want for dinner?” The whole room could sense that he was acting like nothing happened. Then you continued, “Tooru, I saw the news. I know that you’re having an affair with Serena.” An uncomfortable silence lingered in the room, before Oikawa breaks it, replying in an act of defiance, “Baby, it's not what it looks like,” when Hajime chimed in, exclaiming with seething rage, “So what is it then, Shittykawa, ‘cause it looks like you're all over my wife!”

Serena then cried out, “Tooru, I did not tell him anything,” with you interrupting her, saying, “Shut up, bitch, no one wants to listen to you!” Tooru was shocked, and he softly replied, “Mi amor, can we talk about this by ourselves, at home? I’m so sorry–” Shaking your head, you retorted, “Nah. You’re only sorry that you got caught. So, either we can’t talk about it at all, or we can talk about it now since you decided to embarrass not just yourself, but all four of us on an international stage. Do you know how many weird looks I got today? Huh? I'd have to call my boss for some days off or to work from home, because paparazzi would probably be fucking hounding my office, putting my job at risk, so I'm at the beach, and I’ll be going back home now, and I’m sure the cameras have reached there too,” you shrug and raise your voice, continuing, “packing our bags, and taking Melina with me to Tokyo, where you’re not going to follow me, do you understand, Oikawa?”

During this time, Oikawa gets a call from Jose Blanco, his coach, and Iwaizumi from Fuki Hibarida, the coach of the Japanese National Volleyball Team. Both of them were urged to put the phone via a conference call, where everyone was present. You muted your side of the call out of respect but didn't cut the call. Instead, you got up, rustled your dress, and booked a cab home. “Oikawa,” Blanco spoke first, “you’re our most important player in the team, so how is it that your dirty laundry is now aired?” Hibarida continued, “we’ve decided to arrange the conference call, because one, we know that you two have been friends growing up, so this better be fixed somehow, and two, the Olympics are on the way and we don’t want any bad press to affect our games. So, you two better fucking get it together or both of you're off your respective teams, because we're not going to risk our image by being associated with that mess.” Nodding with a single tear streaming down his cheek, Hajime responded, “We are so sorry, Hibarida-san and Blanco-san for all the chaos that’s been happening. I’ll be organizing a press conference tomorrow and come clean. I hope Oikawa does the same, because a lot is at stake here, including our friendship, which has already gone to the dogs. Have a good day, both of you.”

When both of them hung up, you unmuted yourself and continued speaking, “I’m home now. I’m telling our daughter that we’re taking an impromptu trip to her grandparents’ place, in Miyagi. Hajime, since our parents live nearby, why don’t you bring your son there?” With a soft smile on his face, he replied, “Already did that, (y/n). It will be nice for our kids to bond. Where will you be staying?”

“I’ll be staying over at a friend’s place,” you continued, “We’ll be in touch, Haji. But before I hang up, I want to ask the both of you something. Tooru, what did she give you that I couldn't? Serena, what did he give you that Hajime couldn’t provide? What could have been so lacking in our respective marriages, that you, Tooru sought it out in not just any woman, but the wife of your best friend for almost 2 decades? The same question goes to you too, Serena.” Both of them sheepishly replied, “I don't know,” making both you and Iwaizumi even more furious. You then hung up and tried to find a way to collect your emotions and move out to a friend’s place with your daughter before you move back to Tokyo the next day.

On the following day, Hajime and Tooru organized a press conference at their respective places, and Tooru was the first to speak, “Good evening everyone. This press conference is being held to come clean and ensure that our Olympic game is not jeopardized. The rumors are true: I did have an affair with Iwaizumi's wife. All of us have known each other since college days, and Iwaizumi and I grew up together. So, this in no way excuses my actions, or our actions. We were drunk, we acted impulsively without thinking about the impact it would have on our partners We are sorry—not only to everyone we disappointed, but especially to our partners whom we betrayed in one of the most intimate ways. Having said that, it was a one time thing that never should have happened, and all we can do is ask for forgiveness,” half-lying in the end. Then Hajime continued, “Our families request privacy as we figure out how to move forward after this scandal. So, I hope that all of you will respect our decisions in this matter. And to those who are fans of the team and of the sport of volleyball, I request that this isolated incident should not affect your love for it at all. Above all, we’ll always be fans of the sport, no matter what. The press conference ends here.”

Days have passed since you moved out of Argentina back to Tokyo, and you and Hajime had told Serena and Tooru that you two were separating from the both of them. Upon reaching Tokyo, you’d contacted your childhood friend, Tetsuro Kuroo, who was now a sports promoter at the Japan Volleyball Association, who gave you a separate house to live in for a couple of days, and was even willing to refer you for a spot in the JVA, should you wanted to come back to work. You responded, saying that you would think it over. In the meantime, Iwaizumi moved out of the house and contacted his other best friends, Issei Matsukawa and Hanamaki Takahiro. “Bro, we’re really sorry that that happened and you can stay with either one of us,” Mattsun replied over the phone, “however, Oikawa was lying about one thing. It was not a one time thing, Iwaizumi. They’d been sleeping with each other even when you all were just dating.” Hajime felt a sinking feeling within him when he learnt of the dirty little secret.

Despite all the four settling with each other in different countries, Oikawa and Serena had a secret that neither Hajime nor you were aware of. Even though Tooru and Serena loved you two a lot, enough to want to start families with the both of you, they loved each other differently. The secret glances they shared, the trips they would secretly take to meet each other, the marks they had to hide and everything else surrounding their years of tryst were oblivious to you two. They were never caught, except by some of his Argentinian friends who tried to convince him to stop the affair, until now. Mattsun had eventually learned of this the month before the press leak, when he ended up snooping through Oikawa’s phone when he’d come to Japan for some time before the Olympics. Mattsun told Makki and while the both of them confronted Oikawa and told him to inform Hajime, he said that he would, but since they knew that he wouldn’t, Makki left an anonymous tip to the press who started tracking them, hence the press leak. The day of the press leak, Oikawa lost his cool when he saw the only DM from Makki ‘cause they’d usually talk over the phone: “I hope you enjoy explaining your affair to the press, Oikawa :D”

The first few days went by very drearily, causing you to weep profusely. This affected you so much that it caused you to have sleepless nights and bouts of overeating and not eating at all. You were scared to go to work again so after a couple of days, you contacted your boss saying that you wanted to work from home until the situation died down. So, you started slowly gaining your energy back, and with employing a couple of self-care options, you were slowly feeling better yourself. This didn’t stop you from suddenly thinking about the whole situation without it constantly pricking you. You’d told Tooru that you wanted to be separated and you wanted time to think for yourself and the custody of your daughter. It was especially hard when you’d be in touch with your daughter and you were not able to say anything to her just yet. She may have your hair and your features but she had Tooru’s eyes, and it pained you to see her brown irises and be reminded of him.

With Hajime, it was different.

In any case, he kept to himself anyway. Nonetheless, people did still know him as an athletic trainer, and through a couple of viral videos of him working out, he was also referred to as a “DILF.” He never missed looking in the mirror since he started working out consciously and living a healthy lifestyle, and he was proud to see his muscle mass growing in the right places. As he raked his fingers through his hair, he would flex his biceps and admire the physique he was trying to build for himself.

He was not ashamed of the way he looked. It may have bothered him that he was shorter than Tooru, but he was happy with how he lived. He was aware that Tooru was more popular with girls than he was. However, whenever Serena complimented him and told him that he still looked attractive and that she was lucky to be with him, he became much more at ease. But with her having cheated on him, he suddenly felt a sinking feeling in his stomach, realizing that she may have been lying. He suffered a significant blow to his self-confidence, not only as a partner but also as a parent and a person. The moments he felt like not working out, he would skip it, but would be chided by Mattsun, Makki, and you.

Everyday you’d check in with Hajime to figure things out as to how you two would be able to cope with everything. You were able to convince one of your old friends who work in the grocery store to deliver the groceries to Hajime so he could avoid the paparazzi, and since Kuroo gets his groceries delivered anyway, you don't have to go out either. This wasn’t just to calm everything down, it's also to salvage your images because you didn’t want people to pity you as the left-behind partners. You two were much more than that. Because life had been kicking the both of you hard, while you two were occasional drinkers, your quantities eventually started increasing. You two somehow found a way to sneak to each other’s houses without garnering unwanted attention. Even if it was for a brief moment, you two indulged in a temporary escape with each other, ignoring the reality that was haunting the both of you.

One day, at his house, when you two were watching a comedy movie while hogging on some popcorn together, while laughing, your hand subconsciously landed on his thigh and then your eyes turned to each other. Your heart started to beat faster as your eyes landed on his. Ragged breaths were echoed throughout the room, as he closed the laptop. As he was cupping your cheeks and drew your face closer, he asked you slowly, gentlemanly, “(y/n), can I please-” and as you were about to give in to the temptation, your phone buzzed causing you to jolt from your carnal trance as your daughter called you. Sensing that you needed time to think about all that just happened, you told him that you were leaving and that you’d meet him later.

As you finish speaking with your daughter, while driving back home, your mind then lingers back to the first time when you first saw him at the university's recreation center, his dark brown, spiky hair caught your attention and then his green eyes which truly captured your attention. In discussing the intramural tournaments with him as you were interested in signing up, you found his toned figure attractive. You were standing at the registration desk when Serena grabbed your arm and whispered into your ear, “oooh, did you notice the dickprint on his shorts? Because that looks so satisfying,” and you did notice a slight bulge in his shorts as you glanced over at him.

He seemed to get the memo when your gaze meets his, as he winked at you, making your cheeks flush as you parted ways. Ever since then, over the years, whenever you touched yourself, as your fingers ran over your clit, everyday, even when you were married to Tooru, you still kept thinking of Hajime as you imagined him calling you, “baby,” as he thrusted himself inside you. You were scared to tell Serena about how you felt for him because they told you individually, and out of respect for both of them, you kept your feelings aside and you genuinely started to like Tooru, but you couldn’t stop thinking of Hajime. How could you? You were truly in love with him.

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that it was Hajime’s birthday coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him, than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long, but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy underwear under Hajime’s oversized volleyball shirt, turned on your vibrator, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially, you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increase the speed. You were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace mumbles in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wraps your legs around his waist. He takes your cheeks to bring you closer and begins to kiss you.

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clubkira · 5 months

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haikyuu mens volleyball japan national team.

#𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒮𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁𝓈 ಇ.#everyone + iwaizumi #cant leave mr hajime iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer outta this

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charlythelee · 10 months

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🇯🇵 Iwaizumi Hajime (27), Athletic Trainer (✒︎ on Ao3)

2021 Olympic Team | Haikyu!! | Timeskip | Rating: T | 2.5k words

“You see, Trainer-san,” Yaku clears his throat. “You’re a meme.” “What?” Hajime blinks at him. “A meme… a contextual internet phenomenon amusing the masses,” Ushijima explains. “I know what a meme is, why am I one?” Yaku opens the laptop, finally releasing Atsumu’s fingers and shows him the Twitter page. Iwaizumi Hajime (27), athletic trainer. Yep, Hajime is a meme now.

Or: Everyone has a crush on Trainer-san! Don't really remember how or why this idea came to me, but I hope you enjoy this small story — Big thanks go to @matsinko for helping me with beta reading 💕

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dollsuguru · 28 days

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rereading haikyuu!! i forgot how much i wanted to marry kuroo + iwaizumi + ushijima + akaashi + coach ukai

#like hiiiiii iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer <333 #don’t get me started on kuroo in a suit… WHEW #add sugawara & oikawa to the mix… pretty boy nation strikes again <333 #and KENMA… post timeskip kenma… lord have mercy #I NEED TO GO BACK & READ MORE HAIKYUU!! FICS it’s been years now omg #i used to read those haikyuu!! bf texts posts SO much omfg let me go back to my roots actually #people made mattsun & suna so hot in the bf texts it’s dangerous #personal

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slut4msby · 4 months

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on my iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer shit rn someone give me some ideas on what to write <3

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #hq x reader #iwaizumi hajime #hajime iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer

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heich0e · 2 months

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4play universe is my roman empire. She's on my mind 25/8

frankly i think it's way more fun to think abt than the roman empire bc last time i checked iwaizumi hajime does not predate the fall of constantinople !!

#liv got mail #rip roman colosseum you would have loved iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer

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defectivevillain · 2 years

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sweet nothings

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x trainer!reader

reader’s pronouns: he/him

summary: You’re the athletic trainer for the Argentina volleyball team. You plan on being there to support the team and nothing more, but when the Japan team’s athletic trainer approaches you, you find yourself conflicted.

warnings: spoilers for the haikyuu manga!!

“How’s Oikawa treating you?”

You turn around from where you’d been sorting your bag, only to find a tall, spiky-haired man staring down at you. He seems to be wearing similar attire as you- polo shirt, dark pants, and sneakers. Japan’s flag is embroidered on the left side of his shirt. He must be the Japan team’s athletic trainer. You hesitantly get to your feet to face him.

“Um, he’s fine,” you squint at the man not quite sure what to say. You don’t want to disclose anything about Oikawa to this... stranger, so instead you remain silent. An understanding look appears on the man’s face.

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself,” the man shakes his head. “I’m Iwaizumi Hajime. I played with Oikawa in high school.”

“Oh,” you respond, replying with your own name. You explain how you found yourself helping the Argentina team and, subsequently, meeting Oikawa. The man, Iwaizumi, snorts as you recall your first impressions. “Yeah, the first time I met him, I thought he was a bit of a dick. I was right, of course, but still.”

“Trainer-chan, how could you?!” A familiar voice interjects. You roll your eyes at the nickname, knowing full well just how many times you’ve told Tooru to call you by your first name. He seems adamant to call you anything but your actual name, regrettably. You muse on this until a sudden arm around your shoulders draws you out of your thoughts. You turn your head, only to find Oikawa staring down at you, a shit-eating grin on his face. His grip is rather insistent, and you’re starting to feel uncomfortable with his intrusive gaze. Just as you’re about to come up with an excuse to leave, someone else beats you to the punch.

“Oi, let go of him, Shittykawa,” Iwaizumi reprimands him. Admittedly, you had nearly forgotten the athletic trainer was there. Fortunately, his statement draws Tooru’s attention away from you.

“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa’s face turns serious for a fraction of a second, before a brilliant smile grows on his face. Even despite the sunny expression, there’s an underlying sense of tension. You raise an eyebrow at Oikawa, but he’s too busy eyeing the other athletic trainer.

“You really haven’t changed, have you?” Iwaizumi shakes his head in disbelief. The two of them soon embark on a trip down memory lane, and you manage to leave the conversation and walk back to the team’s bench. There, you make any final preparations for the upcoming match.

The game starts and, well, it ends. While you typically have more to say about the matches, you’re quite busy during Argentina’s game against Japan. Somehow, nearly every player needs some sort of help- whether that be with taping an injury, stretching, or anything else. It’s almost like you blink and suddenly you’re bowing to the team across the court. The post match routine happens in a flash. Few of the players have any issues of major concern, fortunately. You’re in the middle of finishing a tape job for one of the hitters when you hear your name called. You turn around, only to find Oikawa staring down at you expectantly.

Before you can even contemplate what’s going on, you’re being tugged up from the ground and over to the other side of the court by Tooru himself. You try to protest, but Oikawa simply ignores you and continues to drag you closer to the Japan team. You hiss death threats under your breath at him, but he simply smiles, walks over to the dark-haired setter on the other team and promptly forgets your existence. Classy as always, Tooru, you can’t help but think.

For a long moment, you’re standing at the back of the impromptu huddle of players. You’re just about to slip away when a tap on your shoulder stops you from doing so.

“Good game,” Iwaizumi says, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes are roaming around the group of players huddled around Japan’s bench. It’s a conglomeration of both Japanese and Argentinian players. You must admit: you didn’t realize so many of the players knew each other.

“Good game,” you repeat. Honestly, you've always felt a bit weird saying that. After all, it’s not like you actually played. You treated the players’ injuries, sure, but not much else. Regardless, you utter the sentiment and then shove your hands in your pockets, feeling enormously out of your depth.

“Are you doing anything after this?” You sense the conversations around you fall to a quiet halt, and you can feel the burning gazes of several of the Japan team’s players. You take a deep breath, pretending that you don’t have an audience of over ten professional athletes.

“Um, well, it depends on how whiny Tooru is,” you reply honestly. Oikawa is typically the one that needs the most attention, both with injuries and just in general. Tooru somehow hears your statement and gasps dramatically, putting a hand to his chest. Japan’s setter snorts under his breath and then slaps a hand over his mouth, as if he hadn’t been intending on letting his amusement slip. The tension that settled in the air seems to diffuse and you exhale shakily.

“Oh, I can help with that,” Iwaizumi shrugs, walking over to Oikawa. He swivels around and leans close to the setter, whispering something in his ear. The man’s voice is sufficiently quiet, and you have no idea what he’s saying. Whatever the trainer says must be sufficiently bad- blackmail, perhaps?- because Tooru’s face noticeably pales.

“Um, I can tape my knee, trainer-chan,” Oikawa grimaces. You look at him in shock. In all the time you’ve helped with the Argentinian team, never once has Oikawa treated his own injuries. He always complains until you feel guilted into doing it. Iwaizumi pats Tooru on the shoulder and walks back over to your side, a smirk on his face.

“How did you do that?” you can’t help but whisper. You’re relieved to find that the players around you seem to have lost interest in your conversation. You glance over at Oikawa once more, but he seems to be busy talking to an energetic red-headed player. He must be fine, then.

“It’s a secret,” Iwaizumi grins, a mischievous look in his eyes. His gaze turns from Oikawa back to you, and you’re surprised to notice that he almost appears to be hesitant. His nose scrunches up for a moment, before he continues. “Now, then. How about dinner?” Iwaizumi extends his hand and you take it without hesitation, excited to learn more about this intriguing, handsome athletic trainer with the ability to shut Tooru down with a glare.

endnotes + a lil snippet!

Iwaizumi: Are you doing anything after this?

Bokuto, Atsumu and Hoshiumi: *whip their heads around to stare at the two of you*

Kageyama: *squints at you from over Oikawa’s shoulder*

Ushijima: *doesn’t give a single fuck*

Sakusa: *puts mask on, sighs loudly*

Haha. I like the idea of the entire team just watching like 0-0

Also, I didn’t really go into specifics about the match itself because I don’t remember who won. Actually, as far as I remember, the manga ended before the game begun. Then again, I haven’t read the manga in a few years, so who knows! Anyways.

Thanks for reading :)

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x male reader #x male reader #male y/n #just thinking about #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #thinking thoughts

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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monster iwa…. is rewiring my brain chemistry

oh sem. my queen, you have awakened my little godzilla/mothra = iwaizumi/reader heart. i will now enter a feral unhinged state - i take no responsibility for what is about to happen.

tw: hybrids, monsterfucking, breeding mention, size kink, “just the tip”. minors/ageless blogs dni

godzilla type hybrid!iwa, a monster man with these huge muscular, gray-scaled arms and claws, sharp teeth, a long, heavy tail and back spines. still with that handsome face, a head of dark-brown hair and cold green-grey eyes that bore down on you. he’s so big

has a downright possessive love for his queen - a good-hearted little thing - mostly human but with fuzzy hair, bright eyes and precious moth wings.

he groans and curses and roars - a grumpy protector - but alway simmers down into a loud, comforting purr when he wraps his tail and huge body around you.

he doesn’t quite get what your chirps and cries are about while his slippery, long, blue tongue penetrates you but he doesn’t mind too much.

“have to prep you, little lady. st’p trying to close yer legs! i’m not gonna hurt my lovely queen. just gonna eat you up…”

and he does. :(

eats your fat little pussy like a man starved - huge claws breaking into the nest he’s made below you so they don’t tear into your thick thighs instead.

monster!iwa has no technique, he doesn’t need any. :(

has a tongue so long it slobbers on your clit while reaching deep, deep inside your walls.

a constant squelchsquelchsquelch and unceasing suckling noises echo around as he only takes breaks to say “sweetest fuckin’ pussy,” “that’s m’ goddess - stretch nice and wide…” before spitting on the overstimulated bundle of nerves and starting again.

you must’ve cum four times by the time he stops, wings, antennae and body twitching and twittering barely able to make a coherent noise - pussy lips still convulsing after minutes on end.

monster!iwa is so big you can feel him deep, deep in your tummy when he thrusts his cock in.

promises to start with the tip but your gummy walls are so addictive, so sweet and drippy around his bulbous tip that he can’t resist and lets out a choked roar as he bottoms out inside you.

*sniffle* trying to grip the hardened scales on his shoulders. :((

trying to kick or fly or do something, anything to get the pressure out because it’s so fat inside you but you’re immobilized - by his weight on top of you, his tail wrapping behind you - pulling you into him

his monstrous, long tongue delving inside your mouth forcing you to suck on the slippery muscle as your pussy sucks in his cock ☹️

the obscene sounds your little cunt makes reverberate around the room, mingling with high-pitched whines and breathless moans

“that’s my pretty little moth. my cute little queen.” he smirks, practically able to see the thoughts leave your brain; there’s nothing but him, him, him

and fuck, you’re so small. so delicate. chubby and soft with the most beautiful wing and eyes. gone is your usual bubbly smile - just your perfect lips letting out tiny gasps.

he growls like an animal when you mutter, barely coherent.

“look ‘t me. look ‘t your king - open your eyes and say it louder.”

and so you do, because he’s the king of the monsters and he’s filling you too well for you to disobey.

“wan’ your eggs hajime, pleaseeee - wan’ your babies!”

and he bares his sharp teeth with a vicious smirk at the thought of you heavy with his hybrid heir, breasts milky and full - your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️

of your plump little form unable to do anything ‘cept waddle ‘nd cry for your big kaiju husband to help you. ☹️

oh, he’s addicted.

#queen sem😩😩😩#I am the world’s biggest godzilla fan he was made for me.#also check out my post about kaiju no 8 for more monster!iwa #monster!iwa #tw monsterfucking #tw hybrids #hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #smut #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #mothzilla #kirby’s asks🌸#x plus size reader #x chubby reader #x black!reader

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chandiewashere · 1 year

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...iwaizumi likes chubby people there i said it

#iwaizumi x reader #iwazumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer #he wants you soft and pliable #he wants to squeeze you thighs and hips and leave impressions #loves squeezing your chubby lil cheeks to make your lips poke out #loves resting his head where your stomach meets your chest #he watches your thighs shake as you walk around and can't stop staring #your honor im in love with him

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iwaoiness · 5 months

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Oikawa's problematic phone case

Without any doubt, Iwaizumi is the only person in the world who is able to look so fucking hot in his ID picture without even trying. His golden skin, his hair in that natural state of spiky, his forehead relaxed without any wrinkles, that piercing in his eyebrow that he got in his first year at Irvine and that Tooru still shivers over, his eyes staring at the camera with an intensity in their greenish hue that takes breath away, his lips curved in a small lopsided smile, a shadow of dimple on his cheek, his jaw well marked by the lights, his chin slightly elevated.

Hajime sent it during one of his video calls while telling him about his day; the soda Oikawa was drinking at that moment shot out of his nose when he choked while opening the picture. Early in the morning, he stood in the nearest copy shop to his house to request eight copies, still blushing, heart racing, and ears still ringing from Iwaizumi's deep-playful-stupid-hot laugh and his Do I look so hot that it makes the great Oikawa-senshu this nervous?

One of those copies ended up in his grey silicone case (which actually matched Iwaizumi's, his with a chubby dinosaur drawing in the bottom corner asking What are u doing?; Oikawa's, with another smiling dinosaur hugging the rest of Iwasaurus missing tail, answering Miss you, hug me!), accompanying him everywhere for months along with a small family photo with his parents, sister and Takeru.

However, one night, during an interview on a popular and prestigious TV show, Oikawa completely forgot that he changed his usual cover for a transparent one and took out his mobile phone in the middle of the interview to show the presenter a really embarrassing video of Matias, his friend and San Juan's starting blocker.

And, of course, Tooru's loud and intense fandom erupted the minute they noticed (thanks to damn high-definition cameras that might as well show gaping pores in close-up as reveal a years-long relationship with a really hot athletic trainer) Hajime's photograph on his IPhone case.

Social media was abuzz with dozens of screenshots from different angles, threads about conspiracy theories (Hanamaki's favourite was that Oikawa had the wrong phone and used the phone of a technical member of the programme; Matsukawa's that Hajime was Tooru's older brother), civil wars between fans over who was more right until only a day later it was revealed (thanks to one Suna Rintaro) that the strange boy was Iwaizumi Hajime, the hot athletic trainer of Birtwistle University and the Japan Men's National Volleyball Team.

And there was no shortage of hashtags like #IwaizumiHajime27AthleticTrainer, #LGBTooru, #BiRighToorus, #IwaOi that became worldwide TT and the grotesque rise of followers on Hajime's official account and also Oikawa's own.

"You had to use a fucking transparent case" Hajime speaks when it's finally his turn to come to Argentina. He's sitting on the bed with Tooru propped up next to him, blinking at the memes that continue to pop up on his TL even though it's been a month of what Oikawa's fans have already dubbed IwaOi National Day. "You have a drawer full, full, of ridiculous phone cases and you pick the one that's transparent."

"I already said it was unintentional, Iwa-chan! Unintentional!" Oikawa protests, crossing his arms as he makes a pout that Hajime finds truly endearing. "I'd better have kept the picture that auntie took of you when you were nine years old and got stuck in the cat flap," he mutters, but Iwaizumi hears him clearly and Tooru squeals as a pillow hits his face, nearly knocking him off the bed.

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the cute phone case inspired this drabble

as always thank u sm and u can find me on my ao3 🍉

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margumis · 11 months

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saying iwa's full title in bed because he earned that 💪🏻

#idk iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer is pretty moanable #saying the parenthesis and everything btw #god I need to shut up #chat with mars

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musings-and-moans · 2 years

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i can't help it i want you

submission for: @cirigiri 's The DILF List Collab (DILF #17 — iwaizumi hajime — the friend’s husband) (basically parts 1 and 2 were to be one post but I divided them into two and thus submitting both ^_^), late Father's Day post, DILF Appreciation Day, AND for iwaizumi's birthday on the 10th of june {and yes, part 2 is here <3 check out part 1 here and part 3 will be posted during kinktober :') }

features: friend's husband!dilf!hajime iwaizumi x mrs. oikawa!f!reader (afab!reader, uses she/her pronouns) (both of them are separated) | song: you right - doja cat ft. the weeknd | wc: 3500 | part 1 | part 3

summary: After Hajime Iwaizumi and you separated from your respective partners because of them having an affair with each other, you two had gotten closer and were helping each other recover. Then, one night caused the both of you to almost kiss, and you two realized that you wanted each other instead. As Hajime comes to your apartment with the intention of talking the feelings out of you, your bodies, however, wanted to communicate in a different way.

beta readers: @mrskenmakozume (ilysm <333) | networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork

content warnings: hq timeskip spoilers (not much 'cause everything's mentioned in part 1, but surely iwa's aged up), mentions of consumption of alcohol, dubcon ('cause it's drunk sex), both iwa and reader have been separated from their partners but not divorced yet, so technically, infidelity?, use of sex toy (vibrator), dry humping, pussyjob, cowgirl, cervix fucking (if you squint), oral sex(m! and f! receiving, but not 69), facefucking, deepthroating, praise kink (maybe?), edging, orgasm denial, mating press, doggystyle, squirting, i love you is said during sex, creampie, iwa being a masseuse as the end <;33 please lmk if i've missed any tags

a/n: it took me almost a couple whole nights but i finally wrote it. thank you so so much for your support for part 1 and i hope you're excited to read this part <;33 also, likes, reblogs and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated <3

9th June, 2021. 11:30pm

You realized that Hajime’s birthday was coming soon, and no sooner did you think about him than you were immediately reminded of the moment you two had shared when you two almost kissed each other, causing your cheeks to fluster. You’d wanted him for so long but never got to act on the feelings, but that day, when your lips were about to meet, you realized that you haven’t had sex in so long. Your marriage with Oikawa had fallen apart at its seams, and while you had been thinking of getting back to him for your daughter’s sake, that moment with Hajime made you realize that you’d rather have the athletic trainer more than the setter.

Around the same time, in another corner of Tokyo, Hajime couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning with guilt gripping him because he was also thinking about the other night where you two were about to kiss each other. He had thought of the college days for a moment, especially when he first met you and winked at you when he noticed you staring at his shorts, and his heart started thumping as he thought of you. He sat and thought to himself of the time he told you that he was in love with your best friend, Serena Mendoza. It was now that he understood the way your face twitched, the way your expressions suddenly changed from a cheerful smile to that of a frown.

It was now that he understood why he was the one who called you more often, whereas the number of calls from your end dwindled. It wasn’t because you were not considering him a friend, it was because he was more than a friend to you, and because you couldn’t have him, you chose to keep your guard up. He thus realized that you were wanting him all along, and it was during this time that he realized that he had to be with you. So he ran to his Mustang, started the car, and drove to your apartment.

Having then downed a few glasses of wine, and craving to be intimate with him, you put your lacy lingerie under Hajime’s volleyball jersey that was oversized for you, but you loved it anyway. As you were admiring yourself in the mirror with the jersey, your mind then drifted to the time you tried on his jersey and told him that you were keeping it, and he scoffs and replies, “you can keep it, I have extras anyway,” much to your delight. What you didn’t know, however, was that he was also muttering under his breath how you were looking even more beautiful than Serena with his jersey on. As you then admired yourself in the bedroom mirror, you then hopped onto the bed, opened your bedside drawer to find your vibrator, turned it on, placed it over your clit, and felt the vibrations run through you. Initially you moved the tip of the toy slowly up your entrance before you let it enter you, then you increased the speed.

Upon reaching your apartment, he immediately took half a dozen beer bottles from the cooler in the trunk, opened two of them, and chugged them immediately. He was unaware as to why he was doing this, but something told him that he was scared of meeting you sober. At the same time, it had been a couple of minutes where you were fondling yourself, bursting out in a series of moans when you heard a knock at your door. As you awoke for a brief moment and wondered what was happening, you kept the vibrator on your bedside table. You ran to the door, opening it with your eyes wide and shocked at who was there. The former ace, who was wearing a teal t-shirt and grey sweatpants, mumbled in a slurred voice, picking you up as he wrapped your legs around his waist. He then took your cheeks to bring you closer and began kissing you.

10th June 2021. Midnight

As you two cupped each other's cheeks, and raked nails through each other's hair, you were acquainting yourself with the taste of each other’s lips, having been touch-starved for too long. While according to you, his lips felt warm and caramelly, just like the beer he had, to him, your lips were cool and sweet like Merlot. You walked backwards as he walked forward; you were lost in each other, as he hurriedly locked the door behind you with one hand without wasting a moment. Both of you then dashed toward the living room and he placed you gently on the couch before coming on top of you, kissing hard. You both sucked on each other's bottom lip, swirling your tongue around his and vice versa, to gain control until he stopped you, purred out your name, and nuzzled into your chest.

Sensing that he's been feeling dizzy, you got off the couch, picked Hajime by his arm and took him to your bed to let him rest. As you were turning away, he quickly grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, sliding his hand under your shirt and groping you. You wanted to swat his hand away, but as his hand cupped one of your clothed mounds, fondling it while fiddling with the lacy material of the brassiere, you not only liked the fact that his slightest touch caressed your skin, but were craving for more. So you silently unhooked your bra, took off the straps, and pulled the bra from under your shirt, discarding it; this caused you to feel his callous fingers playing with your nipples. You bit back your moans and turned them into whimpers as you climbed atop him, aligning your clothed cunt with his bulge and grinding along it.

You noticed the silent whimpers that came out of his mouth as he moaned “oh baby” in the air, your eyes rolling back in response. How often had you been thinking of him, you thought to yourself, it’d probably been a while since thoughts of him had died down, but you had especially been thinking of him ever since the separation. Regardless of the chaos surrounding you, it was at this very moment that it became apparent to you: nothing mattered anymore but Hajime Iwaizumi. You wanted him in every way possible, and especially, inside you.

As you kept on grinding, you felt your wetness pool inside your panties, as both of your moans were echoing in the room. So, you put his hands away and took off your panties, with only the oversized shirt still on you, and you quickly peeled his track pants and boxers off him, his cock springing free on his abdomen hard. Then you climbed on top of him and grinded your cunt against his length, with your wetness serving as lube, causing him to open his eyes and look at you lustfully. He then whispered softly, enough for you to hear, “For how long have you been wanting me, (y/n)?” You leaned forward with your stomachs touching each other and muttered, “Ever since I first met you, Hajime. I want you more. I don’t want him. I want you, I always did. I can’t help it.”

As he rasped into your ear, “Oh baby-” he picked you up from your hips, aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed into you. Your eyes rolled back as you finally had him in you, moaning his name out as you grind against him. He hugged you, bringing you forward, and you two enveloped in another steamy, sloppy kiss. He then started thrusting his cock into you, causing you to release yourself from the kiss and lose all sense of inhibition as he smacked your ass, encouraging you to bounce on his length hard. Both your cries echo in the room as the sound of your skin slapped alongside his girthy cock, eventually bottoming out and reaching your cervix, making your sensitive cunt twitch as you feel chills rushing down your spine.

As he hugged you again and sucked on your nipples while thrusting into you, you started seeing stars. You thought of nothing else except for the number of times you wanted him to be rough to you, because you wanted to make up for the lost time between the both of you. Suddenly, one of his thrusts jolted you so hard that you were overstimulating. He brought your ear closer to you as he whispered, “cum for me, precious,” causing the coil in you to snap. Your essence started to drool down his length, and you’re immensely cockdrunk. As you slowed your pace and eventually stopped bouncing on him, you peeled yourself off of him, and then he spoke to you in a dominant tone: “On your knees, baby.” A switch turned on in your brain as you’re nodding and was about to get out of the bed when he lifted you up by your legs and carried you till he placed you on your knees.

You were now able to see his cock in its full glory. It was really girthy with the prominent vein on display and you’d imagined it to fill you up so well that you were already feeling empty inside. The tip looked pretty too, and as your lips wrapped around the head of his dick, touching nothing else, your tongue started swirling around slowly, getting a taste of his pre-cum. “Baby,” you cried out to him as he tilted his head in your direction and his gaze fixated on you. While maintaining eye contact, your mouth slid all the way down to the base of his dick. You sucked it hard, enough for him to feel like you’re pulling the cum out of him.

Hajime opened his mouth wide and his eyes rolled back as he closed his eyelids, giddy with pleasure. Pushing against his firm length, you began moving your lips up and down, back and forth. “Ngh, this feels so good," he whimpered, “but I’m about to make it better.” With a confused look on your face, he brought his hand and combed his fingers through your hair before fisting your locks and roughly bucking his hips into your mouth, ripping a loud moan from you with your gaze locked onto his. Hajime was so in awe of how you were taking him in his mouth, muttering, “oh baby, you take me in so good, I want you to be my good cocksleeve, only mine.”

His lips gaped open, his chest heaving, and his eyelids rolled back as he closed his eyes, his face flushed with delight. You continued to bob your head up and down as he pushed the tip of his cock first into your mouth, urging you to open your mouth wide, then he pushed it all the way to the back of your throat. Then, he slipped in further, with his head tilting back and him groaning as his length bottomed out inside your throat. He slowly pulled almost the way out and swiftly buried the entirety of his dick back down your throat over and over again. His lips tugged between his teeth and tilted his head backward for a split second, only to meet your lustful gaze again. He was in awe of how well you were deepthroating him… you really wanted this, and it was visible.

As he began increasing his tempo, his cock sliding in and out of your throat, you left out a couple of wanton moans that turned pornographic when one of your hands immediately snaked down to your clit, two of its fingers harshly rubbing them in time with his thrusts. You continued to bob your head in time with his brutal pace, sounds of gagging and blubbering mixing in with your moans, and your own eyes fluttered shut. He breathed, “(Y/N),” writhing into your mouth, his hands gripping your hair hard to keep your head to stay steady. He also noticed your other hand caressing his balls. He groaned, “baby, don’t cum right now, because as much as you’re taking me so well, I want you to cum on my cock.” As you nodded with a moaning response, he felt a buzz in his pockets. Hajime took one of his hands off your hair and fished his phone from his pocket, before seeing Mattsun’s contact name and number on the screen, calling him. With a sly smile, he said, “I’m going to be talking over the phone now, so don’t make any noise, or else,” causing you to hurriedly nod at him with a soft moan.

“Hi Mattsun, tell me,” Hajime responded, to which Mattsun and Makki shouted, enough for you to hear through the phone, “Happy birthday Iwaizumi!” He responded with a chuckle and thanked the both of them while he kept on fucking your face, bobbing your head up and down like he was fucking your cunt. Suddenly, in the midst of his conversation, your eyes rolled back and your clit twitched as the coil that ended up building inside you yet again snapped and you let out a soft pornographic moan. He looked down at you, and told both of his childhood friends, “Mattsun, Makki, I’ve got to hang up. Someone has to be taught a lesson.” Both of you were met with “ooohs” and “aaaahs” as he hung up the phone and threw it on to the bed, before he carried you by your waist and placed you on all fours in front of the mirror that was next to the window. You felt a sharp sting on your derriere as his palm met the skin with a couple of smacks. Groaning, “Why are you being so disobedient, huh?” he gripped your ass tight with his hands, bringing your overstimulated pussy closer to his mouth, and licked a single wet stripe from bottom to top before sucking on to your folds, with his tongue later thrusting into your core.

“Daddy, please let me cum, please, I’ll be a good girl, just please–” you couldn’t speak anymore as your hand fisted the sheets and the sounds of your moans kept on echoing across the room, with him slurping you and his hand reaching out for your clit, harshly rubbing it with two of his fingers. He stopped devouring you, his face wet with your arousal covering his nose, mouth and chin, and curtly instructed you, “look at yourself in the mirror while I keep eating you out. Also, get the vibrator for me.” As he loosened his grip on you while going back to eating you out, you laid flat on the bed and reached out for the vibrator. As you got the toy in your fingertips, he placed you in such a way that your chest was pressed against the mattress and your ass was up in the air, while still eating you out and your body facing the mirror in front of you. At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore, and your eyes rolled back as you tried clenching your thighs, but he kept them far apart. He’d left you at his mercy as it is by refusing to let you cum, but by accidentally cumming for the second time, he was not letting you go until essentially, your essence spurted out of you.

“I’m going to enter inside you now, baby. Don’t lose eye contact with me or I’ll stop. I’m gonna celebrate my birthday by going rough with you, okay? Happy birthday to me,” he rasped as he pounded himself into you with an animalistic pace, harshly grabbing your hips. The way the bed creaked with both of your movements was a testament to how well he was rocking your body.

As he kept thrusting into you, he grabbed the vibrator from the bed with one hand with the other still on your ass and turned it on, placing its tip on your clit. The only thoughts in your mind were how Hajime's dick filled you up completely and stretched the walls of your pussy well, along with the vibrations from the toy, how all of it was driving you into a frenzy. Your core kept squelching and your broken moans were reverberating in his ears as if he was in a lustful daze. “Ha-Ha-Happy birthday baby,” you stuttered in between your moans while trying to maintain eye contact with him through the mirror, “it feels so good, please don’t stop.”

While his one hand was using the vibrator on you, his other hand left your hip to grip your head and pull your body to him, causing you to feel him even deeper, his balls hitting your folds as he went faster. Your sensitive spots were marked by his lips as they brushed against your neck. The coil in you built up again to a point where you couldn’t take it anymore, your voice becoming hoarse as you’d seemed to have moaned aloud a lot for the night. Sensing as you were about to lose control of your orgasm, he then whispered into your ear, “it’s okay, baby. I’ve got you, cum for me.” With one final thrust as the tip of his cock hit your cervix, you eventually started squirting, a clear fluid coming out of you, your body trembling and shuddering from the intensity of the sex. He grabbed hold of you and softly whispered, “You did so well for me, baby. But, we’re not done yet.”

He then placed you back on the mattress, face up, with your fucked-out face on display, having cummed twice and squirted once, and seemed to be unable to take anymore. However, it was all far from over, as he instructed you to fold your legs and he pushed your thighs closer to your chest with his hands, asking you to hold your legs by your knees, leaving your cunt vulnerable and open. He aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance and, intertwining both his fingers with yours, rammed his whole length into you in one go, bottoming himself out and reaching your g-spot, causing you to let out a shrill moan as he smiles at you, while eventually increasing his pace and strength as he thrust into you. He leaned forward as he kept on rutting into you, stuffing his cock deeper into your now very sensitive cunt, and his lips brushed against yours, enveloping in a sloppy kiss with your tongues swirling around each other. He released himself from the kiss, totally dazed and pussydrunk, and whispered into your ear, “I love you, baby.”

For a moment, you sobered up, as you realized that in addition to being cockdrunk, you finally heard what you’ve been needing to hear from him. You then moaned out your response, “Haji, I–I love you too, I always have,” as he kept on rutting into you, now with his eyes open, realizing that you two just confessed your feelings while being in a lustful daze. You two kept going at it as he whispered into your ear, “Baby, don’t you think this is a good chance for our kids to have another sibling? Wouldn’t that be nice?” You couldn’t respond because all you kept doing was moaning, but the thought of having his baby suddenly turned you on more, so you whimpered and responded, “Yes, daddy, please fill me up. Want you to fill me up,” causing him to rut into you harder, and he whispered again, “I’m gonna cum inside you, baby, and make you a mom again.” This caused you to nod and moan out his name until a couple of sloppy thrusts later, you let out one sharp scream. With one final thrust, the inner walls of your pussy clenched around his cock, milking him dry as he unloaded all his seed into you, still thrusting slowly to make sure all of it stayed inside you.

10th June 2021. 2:30am

He pulled out and noticed the product of your love oozing out of your pretty little cunt, and smiled. Once he released your thighs, he massaged them with his fingers, pressing every finger onto the pressure points, causing you to feel great relief. Afterwards, he crawled to the other side of the bed and cupped your cheek with one hand, bringing your face closer and kissing you on your lips. As he pulled out of the kiss, he softly spoke, “I meant every word of what I told you, baby. I love you.” You caressed his cheek and softly replied, “so did I Hajime. I–” you were interrupted by a ping on your phone. As you reached out for it on your bedside table, both your eyes widened in shock as you see the message flashed on the phone screen and your mouth gaped wide at the sender’s name:

Tooru Oikawa: We need to talk. About you and Iwa-chan. We know.

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