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#iwaizumi drabble
tinygumi · a day ago
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— starcrossed
you’ve been staring at iwaizumi for far too long now.
it’s not fair, you think - hardly sullen at all, that each feature of iwaizumi’s demands your attention.
soft slivers of sunbeams highlight iwaizumi’s every curve and plain and your gaze flits like a hummingbird, spoilt for choice. you start with the edge of his jaw where you had tucked yourself in before falling asleep, position comfortable and familiar. made just for you.
the slant of his eyebrows are sharp, thick to frame his every expression. they lead down to a nose that had pressed into your cheek when you awoke, a silent though greatly appreciated good morning.
hair remains splayed out behind him on the pillow, stray strands sticking to his face in a way that makes you ache to push them gently aside, wishing your hands could take their place in framing him. you resist how your fingers itch to reach out and trace his lovely features.
“creep.” the mumbled word cuts through the morning air, skewing your admiration’s programme as your eyes drop accusingly to iwaizumi’s lips. “i can feel you staring at me.”
you don’t bother to roll your eyes or huff a lie as you would’ve before. before you’d grown entirely comfortable with iwaizumi, before you understood patience and care, before you’d convinced him he was just as pretty as you thought.
instead, you let your fingers reach out to smoothen the old tshirt iwaizumi dons as pyjamas, fixing the sleeve that had folded in on itself during the night.
your featherlight touches continue, raising goosebumps as you trail down iwaizumi’s arm, defined bicep to forearm. the pattern doesn’t stop until you reach his hand, tracing delicate indents as your spare comes up to cradle it closer.
“what are you doing?” iwaizumi’s eyes peek open, content in his choice that his first sight of the day was you.
“you have a long love line,” you murmur, fingertips grazing the path along his palm and you don’t miss the way his gaze immediately drops in an attempt to look at your own, hoping for a match.
“and?” hajime prompts, asking for you to indulge him once more, “what does that mean?”
you look up at hajime, catching features old and new. your heart thunders in your chest, too loud for such a gentle morning, and it makes your smile lopsided and dazed, “it means i’ll love you forever.”
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iwas-baby · 6 hours ago
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iwaizumi who learns to eat pussy at ucla, and is at first intimated by it all… is he making her feel good, will this alone make her cum? yet, with every girl that slips in and out of his college dorm his reputation grows and expands over the campus. at the same time, the taste of it all has him addicted.
which is why when you hesitate for a moment, with your exposed cunt hovering over his face, he starts to get impatient. did you not know how much he loved this? his frat friends didn’t call him the devourer for nothing. so gripping your hips, he hoists you down and presses your clit against the tip of his nose.
instantly, you’re taken back as he licks and sucks at your oh so sweet pussy. he’s drunk on it and he’s only just begun, encouraging you to grind down more on his face. he can feel himself getting hard, muttering into your cunt: “be a good girl and cum on my face.” and he’s just loud enough for you to heard, cashing you to clench and release your orgasm.
anything to be a good girl to the man whose tongue alone could sent you to such highs.
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hajitonin · a month ago
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cw. fluff to smut, pussy eating, overstimulation, big dick dilf!iwaizumi (mdni!)
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you met dilf!iwaizumi through his daughter. you're her aftercare counselor and she adores you like you're her mother. she's a sweet little girl that's always attached to your hip.
for the past couple of weeks, she's been trying to get your phone number to keep in contact with you and you told her that she needs to ask for her parent's permission. so she begs and begs her dad, and while he does know about you, he doesn't know you, so he ends up telling his daughter no which makes her very sad.
anyways, staff appreciation week comes and his daughter begs iwaizumi to get a gift for you. she made sure to ask you what your favorite snacks are. he agrees and has his daughter picks out what she wants to get you. the next day, she ends up giving you an entire box filled with snacks. surprised and super appreciative, when she's called for dismissal, you run along with her to thank her dad. meeting him for the first time ever, you never knew what to expect but not that! you don't expect a man as beautiful and fit as he is.
he's in his mid-thirties while you're in your twenties. there's little signs of his aging, like the few strands of gray hair that appear. his face shows that his youth is slowly disappearing and he has eye bags. he has facial hair, but not too much. no mustache and the stubble growing back. he's fucking hot and you're gawking at him. you give him your thanks and before you can head back inside, he looks back at his daughter and asks for your number.
"she's been asking for permission to give you my number," he tells you. laughing, you nod.
"yes! she's been badgering me about it and i told her that i needed your permission," you say. "i mean, if you're comfortable, im completely fine with it."
exchanging numbers, your heart pounds at the smile he gives you before driving off. after that, you sort of develop a relationship with iwaizumi. he checks in with his daughter and you always let him know how she's doing. to others, it doesn't seem suspicious in anyway. other counselors have parents regularly keep in touch with their children through them.
however, from harmless messaging, it sparks into more when you're invited to his daughter's birthday party where it's now outside of school boundaries. his daughter was so excited to see you and iwaizumi loves how you interact with her. you're really good with children as you help along with her friends and guiding them. you and iwaizumi also got to know each other, where you learned that he's an athletic trainer. you tell him you want to become a teacher and currently getting your bachelor's towards education.
he then offers a job in babysitting for the times he wouldn't be able to watch her. you gladly say yes for the extra money. from that point forward, things get more intimate with you and iwaizumi. his hand starts to linger longer than it should, eyes on each other for more than the usual seconds, subtle flirting not exactly subtle. you can't say you regret any of your choices when iwaizumi has you pinned to the bed.
your legs quiver as the bed's completely soaked in your juices. shaking, you're restrained by the strong hold of iwaizumi as he laps your pussy. puffy and swollen, they're overstimulated yet still aching for more. as they pulsate, you start to squirm in iwaizumi's hold. you've came at least twice and he's reluctant on letting you go, wanting you to cum a third time before he even thinks about pulling away.
"fuck, give me another one," he grunts. "i know you can."
"i can't!" you whine despite that same feeling in your stomach, that approaching twist of another orgasm and the quivering of your cunt against his tongue that tells him otherwise.
"yes, you can." he's relentless as he inserts three fingers and sets an antagonizing pace that has you creaming in no time. you cry out as he doesn't slow down, painting his fingers white while his lips are on your clit. your moans are high pitched and drawn out as you come down from your high and finally relax.
you're given a few more seconds to relax. iwaizumi looks at with hungry eyes, sucking off his fingers clean of your cum. his hair is disarray, little droplets of what your pussy had to offer coating it very slightly. just from the look in his eyes and the way he crawls on top of you, where his cock only gets harder just at the sight of you, you know that you'll be getting little to no rest.
and despite the squirming and claims of how you can't, your fingers travel down to his happy trail as you play with it for a second before cupping the erection that's just jumping to make an appearance. fuck, he feels huge. girth thick to where you're sure your hand can't wrap around its entirety and long enough to have your pussy aching. he hisses at your touch, cock so sensitive from the neglect. "don't be a fucking tease and take it out."
"feels so big," you whisper out and happily oblige to his commands. cock popping out, your mouth waters at the sight. "y'are so big."
he doesn't give you time to do anything else, pulling your hands that dare to linger away and into a tight hold over your head. pulling one leg up over his shoulder, you whine at the pain but endure it nonetheless. your sweet cunt is already clenching for what he has to offer. "are you gonna take it?" he asks, leaning down closer to capture your lips in a hungry and ravenous kiss. "are you gonna be a good girl and take it?"
"yes!" you cry. "yes, i will."
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notes. im nothing but a whore :)
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heartaro · 3 months ago
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Hiiii , i really like your blog! your hurt/comfort r so well written i swearrr !!
so , i wanted to ask u of you could do a angst to fluff /hurt comfort with tsukishima, iwaizumi, and osamu plz ! Any prompt i dont really care lmaooo
Have a great day :)) <3
hi hi darling!! thank you so much :((( 💓💓 you’re so sweet and thank YOU for sending this in! i’ve been having crazy writer’s block, so this gave me some motivation to write!!
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— tsukishima, iwaizumi, & osamu x gn!reader | hurt/comfort
warnings: swearing, arguments, the boys mention their ex in an argument </3 oh also these r so long & dramatic (bc i’m dramatic lmfao i’m a leo)
note from heart: ugh i kno these prompts are so common, but i love reading these kinds of stories/drabbles!! i hope you enjoy 💓
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TSUKISHIMA —
» we all know tsukishima kei isn’t the best at expressing his emotions; especially those of love & kindness
» but you know better than anyone else that he loved you more than anything & that his love for you is unconditional
» however, there are definitely moments where you both fight and things can get out of hand
» like this current argument that sprung up once he got home from work
» he came home a lot later than you had expected, but he didn’t even bother to respond to any of your text messages or return any of your calls
» and so now, about an hour later, you two were still arguing
“kei, i’m really not asking for much! if you’re gonna be home late, could you at least let me know? like answer my texts or something?” you say exasperatedly. you were starting to feel exhausted from all the bickering that’s happened in the past hour, but your words just didn’t seem to get past your boyfriend’s bitter mood.
“look, y/n, i don’t need to constantly tell you my every move and where i’m at, and you don’t need to keep waiting up for me! i swear to god, it’s like you treat me like a fucking kid!” he shouts back, throwing his hands in the air before taking a breath, pinching the bridge of his nose.
he didn’t have the best day at work; too much paperwork, idiots causing a ruckus, his manager doing nothing but hounding him all day. tsukishima was ready to just go to sleep, but here he was.
“sorry for wanting to make sure you’re safe? sorry i care about my boyfriend? why is that so bad?”
“because it’s fucking annoying, y/n! you’re constantly hovering over me, smothering me all the fucking time!” he responds, turning away from you. he sighs, shaking his head, “mei was never this clingy.”
despite his tone being more hushed and quiet, you still heard him loud and clear. his words rang in your ears, practically screaming back at you in your mind in a constant loop. “mei was never this ‘clingy’ because she didn’t love you,” you let out, your voice wavering as you fought to hold your tears back.
you turned in the opposite direction, making your way to your shared bedroom and slamming the door shut. at the sound, tsukishima flinched. he didn’t mean to let those words slip, and the second they fell from his mouth he instantly regretted it.
it was true, mei never loved him, but he didn’t care much for it after he met you. you showed him nothing but love, always caring for him whether that was packing his lunch for work and leaving cute, little notes for him to see during his break or staying by his side whenever he was feeling unwell. your love was genuine and never-ending, you always had so much of it to give to him. but now he’s shut that out, refusing to accept your love all because he had a bad day at work.
he sighs again, turning around to see your bedroom door shut. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest. he knew he had to make this better, but he was never good at these kinds of things. usually when the two of you argued and things went south, you both would give each other space and then come back together to have a more civil conversation. but now it seemed that you wanted to just completely be away from him, and a conversation about this didn’t seem like an option.
on your end, you sat on the edge of the bed, letting your tears fall down your cheeks. you kept wiping them away, gasping for air after each stifled sob. you knew tsukishima didn’t care for his ex anymore, you knew he was way over her when your relationship with him progressed. he had even opened up to you about how his relationship with you has made him the happiest he’s ever been. but now you’re unsure.
you asked for one, simple thing, but it just seemed like an annoyance to him. you love tsukishima and you’d do anything to make him comfortable in your relationship, so maybe you will decide to give him space because maybe- deep down- he wishes that you were just a bit like mei. if he said it, then surely part of him meant it.
the rest of the night was silent and lonely for the both of you. you eventually got ready for bed and fell asleep, wondering if he’d even come to bed with you. but in his head, he thought it’d be best to leave you be, and so he slept on the couch.
the next morning you woke, reaching over to feel the cold sheets on his side of the bed. you scrunch your eyebrows together, feeling your heart ache knowing that he didn’t even bother to come back to bed. you sat up, rubbing your puffy eyes before making your way into the kitchen. on your way there, you heard familiar soft snores from the couch. you peek over to see your boyfriend, still in his work clothes, fast asleep.
you frown slightly. he didn’t even bother changing into comfortable clothes- he must have slept horribly last night. but you decide to give him his space, not wanting to smother him so early in the morning.
you begin making breakfast, doing your best to keep the noise down so that he could continue sleeping. you prepared a quick meal for the both of you, making sure to set aside his plate before eating on your own. you figured you’d eat before him so that he could eat his breakfast in peace.
as you finished, you began to walk out of the kitchen, noticing tsukishima rise from the couch. he stretched, wincing at the aching feeling in his back. your eyes widened, wanting to make a quick exit so that you wouldn’t disturb him. you start walking towards the bedroom, greeting him quietly and letting him know that his plate is on the table.
he barely registers what you say, but the second he sees you walking quickly back to your bedroom, he follows you.
“y/n,” he says, finally catching up to you before you can shut the door. you don’t turn around, instead beginning to fix the bed in attempts to not have a conversation with him. “y/n,” he tries again, this time his tone more calm and soft.
you want to, so badly, turn around and talk to him; to resolve everything that happened the night prior, but you were still so hurt that he mentioned his ex.
he sighs, watching you sadly, waiting for you to turn in his direction. “y/n.. baby, i-i’m sorry,” he stumbles over his words, taking a few steps closer to you. you stop your actions, wondering if you had heard him correctly. “i’m so sorry,” he says again, standing behind you, unsure if he’s allowed to touch you.
you slowly turn around, tears welling up in your eyes again at the sight of him. you’re just reminded of his cruel words, but you’re fighting between pulling him in for a hug or turning back around to ignore him. his heart drops at the sight of the tears glossing over your eyes, bringing a hand to yours.
“i’m sorry for last night.. i know,” he takes a breath, just letting his thoughts pour out of his mouth. “i know i should’ve just texted you, and i know you’re just looking out for me. i was having a bad day, but i was being a total dick about it. i’m really sorry.”
you stare at him sadly, “but why did you have to bring up her?” you sniffle, turning away from him, “am i really that annoying?” your voice was timid, droplets of tears falling onto the sheets. his heart aches even more at the sight of you and knowing that he’s made you cry once again.
he’s never thought of you as annoying, he loves the affection you give him. tsukishima isn’t the best at expressing his emotions, but he truly loves everything about you. he loves the way you care about him, loves the way you shower him with love every morning and night, loves the way you give him kisses at any given moment; he loves you.
he pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you gently. he shuts his eyes, never wanting to let you go. “i don’t think that of you. i don’t think you’re annoying or that you smother me. i love you and everything that you do for me, and you’re right. mei never loved me, but you do and that’s what matters to me,” he pulls away to look at you. you’re crying even more which makes him panic internally.
he brings a hand to cup your cheek, “you matter to me. not mei, not my coworkers, not anyone else. only you. i don’t know why i even brought her up.. i was just in a shitty mood, but that’s not an excuse to be a shit boyfriend to you.”
you smile, nuzzling your face into his hand. “you’re an asshole, kei.”
he scrunches his nose before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “yeah, well, this asshole’s in love with you.”
IWAIZUMI —
» arguments with iwaizumi were rare but were always quickly resolved
» you both were quite hot-headed, so sometimes these arguments could escalate rather quickly
» it would result to screaming matches, but whenever it got to that point, you both knew immediately to drop it and give each other some space
» you two loved each other dearly and always wanted the other to remember that
» no matter what was said or done, you always found a way to comfort one another
» but this time it’s different and now you’re unsure if this can be fixed
you and iwaizumi have been going at it for the past two hours. you offered to pick him up from work today, going in a bit early to see him in action at his job. you knew he had many clients, a whole variety really. but you didn’t expect to see a woman all over him, running her hands up and down his arms and smiling flirtatiously at him. and you certainly didn’t expect to see him smiling back at her, completely unfazed at another woman’s touch.
“why is it such a big deal, y/n? she’s my client! what do you want me to do, tell her i can’t see her anymore because my girlfriend said so?” he says incredulously, his expression full of frustration. you roll your eyes, “i just want to know why the hell she had her hands on you like that, hajime! and why were you just letting it fucking happen?”
you were seething, both of you were. your chests heaving up and down as you glared at one another. you both remained silent, the only sound being the both of you breathing heavily.
you scoff, beginning to turn away from him, “if you can’t tell me why then i’m going the fuck to sleep.” he lets a short laugh, “of course you are. you were always one to never finish what they started.” you ignore him, beginning to make your way back to your room, but something stops you.
“at least sonnie could actually finish an argument,” he mutters, making you snap your neck to look at him. “sonnie only finished an argument with you when they decided to leave you for good!” you shout, getting in his face.
he looks at you in shock, processing his words while guilt gradually flowed throughout his body. “wait, babe, i-“
“don’t,” you say, your tone more quiet. he opens and closes his mouth as he tries to find something to say, but nothing comes out. you turn away, continuing to walk back to your room. you enter the bedroom, slamming the door shut, making iwaizumi flinch at the sound.
he sighs in defeat, instantly regretting his words. he runs a hand through his hair, unsure of what to do. usually, at this point, you two would take a step back and try to have a calmer discussion about everything, but now you’ve shut him out and he can’t find a solution. you want nothing to do with him right now, and he knows that trying to comfort you will only frustrate you more. so he decides he’ll stay away.
but, here you are, sitting on the floor in front of your bed wishing nothing but for iwaizumi to walk into your shared bedroom and comfort you. you want him to hold you, to remind you that you are his and he is yours, to shower you with his unconditional love, and to be there to rid you of the feeling of sadness and hurt. you let yourself cry, but you feel yourself become numb to it, your tears trickling down your face as you stare at the door mindlessly.
the mention of his ex’s name hit you, and it hurt so much. you knew of his past relationship. sonnie was the only other person iwaizumi had been with. they were together for almost four years and then suddenly broke up after a tragic fight. you were there to comfort him because he was your best friend, and now he was your lover. after four years of pining, he had finally become yours.
but since he mentioned them, his first ever love, you can’t help but feel as though you were just a rebound. you feel as though he had just settled for you to fill the emptiness in his heart. you feel as though he probably doesn’t love you as much as he loved sonnie. and these thoughts and feelings alone only worsen your pain.
after what seemed like an eternity, iwaizumi decides it’s finally time to meet you and fix this. he walks cautiously towards the closed door, knocking on it softly before calling out to you. “y/n? baby? can i come in?” he asks, his voice calm and gentle. he gets no response, the feeling of his guilt once again weighing in his chest. “i’m coming in, okay?” he says again, opening the door to find coming out of the bathroom.
you had just showered, your eyes red and puffy from crying for the past couple hours. you don’t acknowledge his presence and instead make your way to the bed, laying down with your back turned to him.
he looks at you sadly, wanting nothing more than to fix this. “babe, i.. i’m really sorry. i was tired and angry and i just let it slip. i shouldn’t have done that, i was only letting my temper get the best of me. i’m so sorry, y/n,” he apologizes, cautiously taking steps closer to you.
he walks over to your side of the bed, kneeling down in front of you. you cast your gaze away from him, and iwaizumi feels his heart drop. “baby, can you look at me? please?” he pleads, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. you still don’t respond, laying before him as if you were just existing.
“i’m so sorry,” he whispers, reaching out to you, cupping your cheek and letting his thumb gently caress your skin. and that’s when you break, your tears pouring over once more, broken sobs leaving past your lips. you curl further into yourself, pushing his hand away from you. he watches you with a pained look, unsure of what to do next. “y/n, i-“
“why did you have to say their name?” you cry quietly. he drops his head, feeling so ashamed of himself. “i-i don’t know, y/n.. i was angry and-“
“and you took your anger out on me? just because i asked you why you didn’t set a boundary with your client?”
he looks back at you, finding your glossy eyes. he watches your lips tremble, your tears flowing down the side of your face. you look so heartbroken and betrayed, and iwaizumi’s heart begins to shatter.
“i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have done that. i should’ve listened to you instead of getting angry with you. i’m so sorry, baby.. i really didn’t mean any of what i said to you,” he says, gripping the bed sheets in attempts to keep himself from crying. you take in a shaky breath, shutting your eyes again. “am i enough for you?”
iwaizumi’s eyes widen at your question. he immediately stands up and scoops you into his arms, holding you close and letting you cry into his chest. he rubs your arm soothingly, pressing a kiss onto your forehead. “of course you are, y/n. you’re more than enough for me. you’ll always be more than enough, and i’m so happy to call you mine,” he whispers, letting his own tears fall.
he always feared that you might feel insecure in your relationship with him. he only ever wanted you to know that your relationship with him is important and that he cherishes it so much; that he cherishes you. he only wants you to feel love from him and to always remember that you are his end game; that he will only ever want you.
“i’m so sorry, baby.. i love you more than anything, okay? i love you and only you. i promise i’ll do better to set boundaries with my clients and to be a better boyfriend to you. i’m so sorry,” he cries softly, holding you just a bit tighter, never wanting to let you go.
you continue to cry, gripping onto his shirt, hoping and praying that he never leaves you. you two stay like this, grasping onto each other for dear life.
“i love you so much, y/n. you’re all i need.”
OSAMU —
» ever since Onigiri Miya has shot up in popularity, osamu’s been really busy
» at first you really didn’t mind!! you were so proud of him for making his dreams come true
» but now it’s become something more of you two being roommates rather than you two being a couple
» he comes home late, too tired and exhausted to even greet you with a kiss
» it had even gotten to the point where you didn’t wait up for him like you usually would
» and now here you both were, arguing all because you had asked him to spend more time with you
“why are ya makin’ this such a big deal, y/n? we live together, isn’t that enough?” he shouts, sitting down on the couch and resting his head in his hands. you move to stand in front of him, your hands crossed over your chest. “samu, we are engaged! we’re going to get married eventually, and i’m just saying it would be nice if we just spent more time together!”
“and i’m sayin’ that we live together, y/n! i see ya every single day! why is it now that yer havin’ such a problem with this?” he looks up at you incredulously, eyebrows raised at you as if he were in pure shock. you shake your head, letting out a bitter laugh, “how am i supposed to get this through your thick skull, osamu? we. are. engaged.” you point out the ring on your finger, the same ring that he proposed to you with, the same ring that signified your promise to be with each other always.
he lets out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the couch, “i know that, y/n! yer actin’ like i’m not fuckin’ aware of that! seriously, what do you want me to do? just close down my restaurant after i worked so hard to-“
“i didn’t say that, osamu! i’m happy for you, and i’m so beyond proud of you, but i’m just asking for a little bit more time with you! you’re barely home these days, and it just doesn’t feel like we’re even a couple anymore!” you cry out, your voice starting to break. you were so frustrated, all you wanted was more time with him, to lay in his arms and to kiss him good morning and good night. but now it just seems like such a bother to him, like your love for him was just an annoyance and a distraction.
he looks away from you, standing up from the couch and beginning to make his way into the bedroom. “i’m done with this conversation, y/n,” he says firmly, his voice suddenly quiet and cold. “maya never had a fuckin’ problem with me being out all the time.”
you stare at his figure in shock, your heart wrenching at the words that fell from his lips. you inhaled, looking down at the ring on your finger then back up at him. he didn’t spare you even a glance, and without a second thought, you slipped the ring off your finger and set it down on the coffee table. turning on your heels, you made your way to the entrance, grabbing your bag and keys.
you turn back around one more time, hoping that osamu would have chased after you, but he wasn’t there. your hand met the handle, turning it as you opened the door. “maya didn’t mind since she was always with another man when you were gone,” you mutter, slamming the door shut and making your way to your car.
osamu heard the loud sound from inside the bedroom, his body quickly turning back around to make his way to the living room. when he enters he notices that you’re gone. your bag and keys missing from the entrance, your shoes no longer near the door, and your ring placed sadly on the table.
he panics, mentally berating himself for even uttering his ex’s name. he frantically looks for his phone, searching for your contact name and calling you. “pick up, pick up, pick up.. please, baby, please,” he begs quietly as he listens to the never ending rings. he’s hurrying to slip on his shoes, grabbing his own car keys to make his way out to find you. but before he leaves, he snatches the ring off the table, slipping it inside his pocket.
you’ve reached y/n’s phone! please leave a message and i’ll get back to you as soon as i can!
“fuck,” he mutters, trying once more, hoping that this time you answer his call. but this time it immediately goes to voicemail, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach.
“baby? y/n, i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have said that. i’m so sorry, baby.. where are ya? please call me back… please come home, i’m so sorry,” he says, his voice wavering.
he ends his message and quickly goes to send you a text, only to be interrupted by a call from his brother.
“what, tsumu?” he asks, irritated. “cut the attitude, samu. the hell is yer problem?” atsumu responds.
“my problem is that i’m tryin’ to contact my fiancé, but ya fuckin’ interrupted me-“
“y/n’s coming to my place right now. what the hell did ya say to them?” atsumu argues, his voice stern. osamu’s guilt overflows. you called his own brother, you went to atsumu for comfort. osamu swallows the sudden lump in his throat, unsure of what to say. he knew his brother would lecture him for speaking poorly to you, and he didn’t want to hear especially from him. “if ya can’t tell me what ya said to them, ‘m not lettin’ ya come see them,” his brother says over the line.
osamu panics, gripping the steering wheel tighter. “i.. i brought up maya,” he confesses, hearing his brother sigh with disappointment. “i didn’t mean to, it just-“
“if ya didn’t mean to, then why’d ya say it at all?”
osamu knew his brother was right, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the wheel. “please, tsumu, i just wanna talk to y/n,” he mutters, wishing that he could at least hear your voice. atsumu sighs, a feint knock coming from his end of the call. “well, head over then ‘cause they’re here.”
osamu was practically speeding the entire drive there, almost running two red lights before finally making it to his brother’s apartment. he rushed out of the car and knocked on the door. atsumu answered, giving his twin a pointed look, but osamu ignored him. he pushed past, looking around for you.
“ya know ya should be thanking me for lettin’ ya in my house,” the blonde tries to joke, but osamu isn’t having it. despite his brother’s attempt to try and lighten his mood, osamu wanted nothing more than to just talk to you. atsumu sighs, pointing towards the direction of his guest bedroom, “y/n’s in there. be good to them, samu.”
osamu’s eyes dart towards the door, his body cautiously moving towards it. he opens the door gently, peeking in to see you sitting down on the edge of the bed facing away from the door. “tsumu, i really want to be left alone right now, i’m sorry, but thank-“
“wrong twin, baby,” osamu tries, smiling apologetically. you turn around, scowling at the man before you. “what the hell do you want? don’t you wanna be with maya?” you seethe, turning away from him. he walks over to you, kneeling down in front of you. he gently places a hand onto yours, hoping that you’ll allow him to be there with you. but you remove your hand from his touch, making his heart fall to the pit of his stomach.
“i’m sorry, y/n. it was stupid of me to have said that, but please know that i love ya. i want to marry ya. i want to be with you, and only you. i’m so sorry,” he slowly loses his accent, he’s always done that whenever he became serious about things.
he looks at you, hoping that you’d look at him and accept his apology. you sniffle, suppressing your sobs. “samu, you’re so mean sometimes, you know?” you cry, gripping the hem of your shirt. he sighs, going to hold your hand again, and this time you don’t push him away.
“i’m sorry, baby. i’ll do better, i promise. i love you so much. maya means nothing to me now, and i know it doesn’t seem that way, but i promise you that you are all i ever want.”
you turn your head to face him, your glossed over eyes meeting his. “i love you, samu.. i just don’t want to lose you,” you whisper, and he nods, smiling up at you. you watch as he carefully pulls something from his pocket, revealing your ring. he adjusts himself so that he’s down on one knee, holding the ring up to you.
“will ya marry me, y/n? will ya stay with me forever and let me love ya forever?”
you smile, laughing lightly. he chuckles, happy to hear that sweet sound again, “well? will ya marry me?” you can’t help but laugh more, nodding your head and allowing him to place the ring back on your finger.
osamu sits down next to you, pulling you in for a kiss. “i love you, y/n,” he says against your lips, smiling when you utter the same words back to him.
“ew, seriously?” atsumu interrupts. you and osamu turn around, fighting back your fits of laughter as you watch the blonde stand back in disgust. “in my house too? yer both disgusting!” he pauses, his expression softening a bit, “but ‘m glad ya made up.. now, ya want me to make dinner or are ya both gonna just makeout in my guest bedroom?”
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kairakeiji · 3 months ago
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“you know maybe if you cooperated a bit this would be a lot easier.”
a childish giggle leaves your lips as you poke at iwaizumi’s bicep, “you’re strong, you can do it,” you encourage, a slur to your words that only makes iwaizumi rolls his eyes. so he caves because lord knows he doesn’t trust you to walk by yourself up to your apartment, especially not in your incredibly drunken state.
you never really drank back in japan, nor partied. so when university started and you got invitations to parties, iwaizumi encouraged you to go, encouraged you to let loose because he would be there to keep an eye on you as he always did. you always thought it was sweet. although you did wish he would get drunk with you, you’re in a city you barely know, in a place where the language is different from your native tongue. so you followed his words, coughing as you down your first shots, dragging your sober boyfriend to dance with a grin on your face, one he could never say no to because you knew that when the rush ended he’d be there ready to pick you up.
“alright,” he huffs, unbuckling your seatbelt as he picks you up into his arms, his sturdy grip remaining gentle on your figure as he does his best to close and lock his car. another laugh leaves your lips when he takes hold of your legs, an arm wrapping around your back as he carries you up to your apartment. you laugh and smile like a five year old as he continues up to your apartment. you pepper kisses to his face in the elevator, and iwaizumi couldn’t hide the grin on his face even if he tried.
“you’re so pretty haj,” your voice is an octave higher than it normally is, head resting on his shoulder.
“can’t even remember my full name?” he quips, a blush forming on his cheeks.
“sure i can,” you pout as he opens the door to your apartment.
“okay then,” he sighs, meeting your gaze. “what is it?”
“hajime,” you tell him. “hajime my baby, my darling, my love, my life, the love of my life iwaizumi.”
he sighs, “that’s my full name?”
“of course it is!” you cheerfully tell him, another giggle leaving your lips as he carries you to your bathroom. your eyes narrow as he turns the light on, setting you on the bathroom counter.
“alright,” he mumbles, beginning to shuffle through the bathroom drawers. “let’s see if i can do this.”
see, iwaizumi’s been living with you for a couple months now. you both moved out to california months ago, saying goodbye to your old lives in japan for a new one together. every day and every night he’d watch you do the same routine in the morning and right before bed. he’s begun to map out your cleansers and serums and what order the products go in. he knows your routine like the back of his hand, he knows he can do it, but that’s not what he’s so worried about.
he’s worried about if you’ll let him do it in the first place.
it’s almost as if you’re stuck to him, your arms haven’t moved from their place around his neck, your head droops slightly, and every so often you’re pressing kisses to his jawline.
so, he concludes you’re an affectionate drunk.
iwaizumi lets out a sigh as he peels your arms off of him, placing them gently in your lap. you pout as he grabs a makeup wipe. “i love you,” you tell him.
“i love you too,” he tells you, wiping off the semi smudged makeup. he’ll never get tired of telling you that, even if it’s almost two in the morning and you’re a drunken mess, he’ll always tell you he loves you.
iwaizumi reaches for the cleanser, gentle hands rubbing it into your face as you let out a giggle. “it tickles,” you smile letting out a laugh as you move your hands to iwaizumi’s face. “i love you,” you say again.
it seems as if you’re a happy drunk as well.
“i love you too,” he answers before you press a quick kiss to his lips. you laugh like a giddy child when you pull away, catching sight of the soap bubbles on iwaizumi’s cheeks. he sighs as he rubs it off, and goes back to your face instead. it’s a cycle of i love yous and kisses as he continues, not bothering to fight off the smile on his face as you continue to shower him in affection. his touch is feather-light as he uses your toner, it’s gentle when he puts on your moisturizer. you can’t stop laughing whenever he rubs products into your skin.
the sheer sound is music to his ears.
“here’s your toothbrush,” he mumbles, handing it to you as he starts to brush his own teeth. you only stare at it before looking up to him. he sighs, “don’t tell me you need help.”
“i don’t,” you smile before beginning to brush your teeth. “i’m sober already don’t worry, i told you i’m a heavyweight,” you smile proudly, “i can take care of myself.”
he scoffs at that because if he picked up anything from tonight it’s that you can’t handle your alcohol.
he lets his hand linger on your cheek for a little longer when you’re both finished. you’re about to open your mouth to speak before he beats you to it.
“i love you.”
your eyes widen before you laugh once more, “i love you too.” you tell him as your hands cup his cheek squeezing them together gently as you giddily giggle again. iwaizumi gently peels your hands off.
“i’ll be back,” he tells you softly, leaving you alone in the bathroom.
you pout as he walks off, “wait baby don’t go,” you whine but the second he returns (now in pajamas) the smile’s back on your face. “hi,” you grin as he returns.
“hi,” iwaizumi mumbles back. he’s holding a fresh set of clothes for you, including a shirt of his for you to sleep in and he helps you change into it with a little lovesick smile on his face. and as he stares at you, all changed and ready for bed he can’t help but give himself a mental high five.
“what a good boyfriend you are,” you sigh. “helping me get ready for bed, you even did my skincare stuff in order!” you pause. “i think.”
he laughs, “i did,” (he hopes). “let's go to bed okay?”
and you nod as you reach towards him another pout on your face. iwaizumi sighs, picking you up once more. you laugh as he sets you down on the bed and you feel a dip on his side as he lies down next to you.
“thank you hajime,” you sigh as you shuffle closer to him.
“of course,” he answers. “did you have fun tonight?”
you nod, “i did, thanks to you.”
“good,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i’m glad.
“hey haj.”
“yes baby?”
“i love you.”
and he smiles because even though he’s heard it at least a thousand times tonight, it still makes his heart race.
“i love you too.”
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i missed established relationship fluff sob sob here’s some sappy iwa :DD
thanks for reading! reblogs/interaction are always appreciated
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ex-salarywoman · a month ago
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➵ IWAIZUMI HAJIME
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summary : facetiming your boyfriend while you’re walking the streets at night
tags : fem!reader, fluff, perfect and overprotective boyfriend iwaizumi hajime
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“Babe? Hey, what’s up?”
You hear Iwaizumi’s voice sound from your phone, your display illuminating your face as you hold it up so that he can see you better.
“Hi, nothing just needed to talk to you. I’m heading home now but I parked my car a bit further away and it’s pretty dark outside.” you explain, fumbling with the car keys you’re holding in your hand as you walk down the street.
“Oh. Where did you park?”
“Uhm, down the road beside that one coffee shop. You know that one where we once bought cupcakes for Makki’s birthday?”
“That far?!” you flinch slightly at your boyfriend’s panicked voice, his eyebrows knitted as he lightly chews on his bottom lip.
You’re sure if you’d tell him to come and get you now, he’d definitely do it.
“Calm down, mom. It’s not that far.” you retort while looking left to right before crossing the street even though barely any cars passed at this hour. “Besides, I can already see my car from here.”
“Hm, ’kay. Did you have fun? You didn’t drink, did you?”
Indeed, you really had a nice evening with your friends who you haven’t seen what felt like in ages. What you didn’t miss though were Iwaizumi’s mothering antics which would break out as soon as you’d go out at night by yourself.
“No, mom, I did not drink. And if it makes you feel better, I’ve almost reached the car.”
“Good, and quit calling me mom. How were-”
“Shit!”
“What, what happened?” again Iwaizumi’s voice sounded more frantic at your sudden exclamation, his body jumping up from the couch on which he has been lying comfortably until now.
“God… nothing, a cat jumped from underneath the car. Just got scared, ’s all.” you tried to calm the athletic trainer’s nerves, holding a hand over your chest, feeling your quickened heartbeat.
“Fuck, doll, don’t scare me like that.”
“You got scared? I’m sorry mister but I don’t think you’re a female who’s walking through empty streets at night.”
He knows that you’re right, but still he can’t seem to stop worrying about you whenever you go out at night and are not with him.
“Okay..” you sigh as you get inside your car, throwing your bag on the passenger seat and attaching your phone to the phone holder beside the radio. “I’m in.”
“Did you lock it?” he asks, voices and laughter being audible in the background from what you assume must be the tv which Iwaizumi is barely giving any attention.
“Hajime, baby, yes. Yes, I locked it. Could you please stop worrying so much. I’ll be at home in no time.” you chuckle and shaking your head in disbelief, not sure if you should find him cute or annoying like this.
“Nope, you know I can’t help it. Imagine some weirdo was following you and would get in too.”
“Stop trying to feed me with your paranoia!”
“I’m not-”
“Okay, you know what? Bye. See ya in ten minutes. Love you!” you quickly add at the end and let your thumb hover over the red glowing circle on your display.
The last thing you hear is a Wait!, followed by an exasperated sigh and a muttered Love you too. at the end before you end the call and start the engine.
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zzztobi · 3 months ago
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pairing!: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader
tw!: oral (f), mentions of grinding, praise, degradation. just iwa eating some pussy :p
m.list haikyuu m.list
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i'm a firm believer that iwaizumi hajime is an aggressive pussy eater.
you cannot look at this man and tell me that he enjoys eating you out calmly and taking his sweet time; because you are so freaking wrong.
once my boy gets your panties out of his way and sees you're already dripping wet pussy, he's lost all the control over his actions. iwaizumi would dive in with no hesitation, not thinking twice before his mouth is already eating you up like his favorite meal, because if we're being honest here, it is.
he would grab your thighs and place them on each side of his head, gripping them so tightly that marks would start appearing after a few minutes. depending on his mood he enjoys watching your reactions or closing his eyes and relishing on your sinful sounds. well, if he can hear something apart from the slurping sounds he's making.
iwaizumi adores when you trap him in between your thighs with no way out to breathe. why would he need air anyway? he would gladly die like this and die like a happy man, with his tongue plunged deep inside you while his nose brushes against your clit repeatedly.
and let me tell you something, if you think he's not enjoying this, again, you're wrong. just the feeling of your warm cunt against his face lips is enough to make him aroused. he would definitely grind his huge bulge on the mattress or the nearest surface to ease it a little. has probably cummed like this a few times.
also, he would not let you go after cumming just once, oh no, no, no; you have to cum at least three times on his tongue before fucking you stupid.
and about sounds, god he lets the sexiest grunts and growls when you clench your thighs against his head and grab his hair forcefully. he almost sounds like an animal in heat. if by any chance he's feeling generous, he would plunge his fingers so deep that you would see stars. that's when he would either praise you or the other way around.
- “my pretty dirty girl, you enjoy being fucked with my fingers like that don't you?”
- “come on, i want you to cum on my tongue baby. be a good girl and cum for me”
- “so desperate aren't you? if you just wanted me to eat you out like sluts do, you could've just tell me”
- “you taste so good princess, such a good pussy for me. my pussy”
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adoringhaikyuu · a year ago
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Could you write something about how y/n is her comfy clothes and the haikyuu boys comes home drunk one night say says something about her appearance? And then he tries to make it up ofc
I love hurt/comfort hehe I don’t mind who you write about but my fav is iwa 🙏🏼🙏🏼
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THEY COME HOME DRUNK AND MAKE AN OFFHAND COMMENT ON YOUR APPEARANCE
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characters: timeskip!atsumu + kageyama + iwaizumi + (gn!reader)
warnings: none
notes: i made it so that the comment just came out wrong but wasn't intended to be bad!
part one / part two / part three
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atsumu groaned as he stumbled into your home with the help of his brother. you amusedly made your way to the front of the house from your bedroom as you heard the two of them bickering as usual.
"hey guys," both heads turned to you and you focused on osamu, "thanks for bringing him home."
he waved you off, "don't worry about it. this dumbass would probably be headfirst in a dumpster somewhere if i didn't."
you laughed and looked over to the "dumbass," your brows furrowing in confusion as he looked at you with an annoyed expression on his face.
"jesus christ, y/n."
you and osamu both paused. "...what?"
"are you kidding me?" before you could ask what was happening, he went on. "y'knew i was coming home and you look like that?"
your lips parted but no sound came out.
osamu slapped the back of his brothers head, the faux-blond turning to look at him, confused and irritated. "ow?!"
"what's wrong with you, you idiot?!"
atsumu stood up straight, suddenly realizing that his brother was there as well. he turned back to you, "and samu is here too! y/n go put a bag over your face or something!" he shoved his brother in the direction of the door. "you gotta go man!"
you were still standing there, watching the scene unfold, unbelievably hurt and in disbelief.
"why are you being such an ass, dipshit?!"
the brothers were arguing once more and you were honestly starting to tune them out when you heard atsumu's next words.
"because y/n looks too good right now! you can't be here! only i get to see em like that!"
all three of you paused and you looked up, the dark cloud suddenly clearing above your head. you sighed, "you really are something else tsumu."
he turned his head to look at you and whined your name, "y/nnn you need to hide your face!"
you smiled and osamu rolled his eyes. "i have the world's biggest dumbass as my brother."
you laughed and took atsumu's hand in yours, feeling something burst in your chest when he immediately turned to face you, his eyes tracing every detail on your face in awe. "i think i got it from here samu."
you stepped forward and opened the door, letting osamu walk through. just as he turned around and made eye contact with you to say bye, a hand suddenly covered your face and the door shut closed.
you pulled the hand off to find atsumu pouting at you sheepishly before he pulled you in his arms. "mine."
you let out a breath of laughter, nodding. "yours."
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kageyama walked into your shared apartment, seemingly normal. but you could tell by the blush on his cheeks, the glaze in his eyes and the way he stumbled ever so slightly as he kicked his shoes off that he was drunk.
you smiled to yourself as you watched him from the couch, turning down the volume. "seems like someone had a good night."
he looked up with wide eyes at the sound of your voice, only now noticing you were in the room. "yeah we drank––and it was good." he walked over to you, taking his time, making sure not to bump into anything on the way.
when he reached the couch he looked at you and tilted his head before blinking owlishly a few times.
you paused and blinked back. "...yes?"
he opened his mouth and stared for a bit before speaking up. "why?"
you bit back a laugh. "...why what?"
"why...do you look like that?" his face morphed into an almost offended expression and your smile dropped. he sat down next to you and you shifted, suddenly more tense, your stomach tight.
"what do you mean?" you knew that people sprouted nonsense when they were drunk but there was also the fact that there was some truth in what they babbled. did he have a problem with the way you looked? something he was too afraid to say sober?
you braced yourself for his response as he slowly tried to stutter his reply, starting and restarting his sentence, a strong furrow between his brows.
"you look––i just don't––" he paused to hiccup and you could only feel yourself getting more anxious with each delay.
you crossed your arms and frowned but he didn't seem to notice.
"why do you look...so––" he paused and licked his lips, suddenly realizing how dry his mouth was.
but you were getting impatient at this point. "so what, tobio?"
he turned to face you fully and leaned his head on the couch cushion. "so...good." your breath hitched in surprise but he went on after a heavy sigh. "s'not fair..." his eyelids were getting much heavier with each passing second and each blink was longer and slower than the last. his words started to slur more, now coming out it mumbles. "y'always make me feel all warm and...tingly inside––just with your face." his eyes scanned over your face as he spoke and you could feel your cheeks heat up.
your lips curved into a smile again and he smiled back. "that smile always gets me too."
before you could think of a response, he plopped his head in your lap. "can you play with my hair?"
as soon as your hand pushed back the hair from his forehead, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, a sated smile slowly spreading onto his lips as you ran your fingers through the strands. "really like it when you do that."
"you're really honest when you're drunk, aren't you? even more so than usual," you let out a breath of laughter, "didn't even think that was possible."
he hummed and opened one eye, "s'that bad?"
you smiled, "not at all."
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iwaizumi was glaring at you, there was no other way to describe it. his brows were furrowed, and sure he had a pout on his face that made him look adorable––but that fiery look in his eyes? that was a glare, for sure.
you handed him the glass of water you'd gone to get from the kitchen and he took it, eyes still on you. "thank you." his words were clipped and quite honestly his whole attitude was confusing you.
"uh you're welcome?" you tried to brush it off and went to fetch him his sweats that he liked to sleep in. you could feel his gaze glued to your back and when you placed the pajamas on the bed, only to find that same look on his face as he placed the glass on his bedside table blindly, you sighed and crossed your arms.
"okay what is it? what's wrong?" you leaned on one heel and tilted your head at him. "did oikawa do something?"
he raised a brow, "who?"
you rolled your eyes. "shittykawa."
"oh." he blinked and his face returned back to its scowl. "no."
"well then what is it?"
he stared at you for a few more seconds before taking a deep breath. "your face."
you almost took a step back, completely offended. "what about it?"
"it pisses me off."
your eyes widened in disbelief and you stood up straight, not even sure what to do with yourself. "oh really?"
he nodded.
was this really how he felt? for how long?
you put your tongue in your cheek and nodded as well, ready to leave the room before you burst out into tears when he spoke up again.
"you're so beautiful it fucking pisses me off." he sighed and lied down, letting his eyes close. "no one should be allowed to look that good."
you stood there for a moment, a new type of disbelief coursing through your veins, a fluttering feeling in your chest. you scoffed and shook your head, a smile on your face. "you're one to talk, haji."
he opened one eye and looked at you, "wha's that supposed to mean?"
you looked at him fondly, leaning down to kiss his forehead and play with his hair. "you're more beautiful than you think, babe."
a flush rose to his cheeks and he sputtered a bit, looking away, but still leaning into your touch. "wha–shut up––dumbass."
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fsrintaro · 10 months ago
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𝟎𝟎𝟏 - 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄
## ft. suna rinataro, miya atsumu, hajime iwaizumi
## a/n. i had an idea for bokuto too but this was getting long :”( another time??
## warning(s). use of “princess” in iwa’s part
[masterlist - 002]
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SUNA RINTARO chuckled as he pinches the screen of his phone to zoom in, capturing you swaying aimlessly and singing cheesy teenage songs into the neighbourhood that was well past asleep.
“hey! i thod i told you to shtop follow me.” you slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at suna. earlier, suna had half your body lugged onto his as he tried to drag you out of the bar. instead of accepting the help of your boyfriend, you heaved yourself off of him, taking off in the opposite direction to scuttle away from the “stranger”.
“well, then who is going to make sure you get home safe?”
face immediately lighting up, you fished your phone out of your pocked to flash your home-screen to suna, showing him your wallpaper which was a photo of the two of you snuggled together. “my boyfwen! he ish sooooo cute! isn’t he so handsome? hup-up, don’t say anything. he is my rinnie.”
suna was happy that he at least got the chance to capture that moment — you shoving the phone to his face to boast about him, talking about how he has made you feel safe and constantly assured that he loves you with his entire being. it still has not settled upon you that you were boasting about your boyfriend to your very own boyfriend until suna seized your wrist, pulling you into his chest as firm arms wrapped around your body to pull you closer.
you were about to raise your knee up to fight back until his familiar smell wafted into your nose. your rin. looking up to his eyes that were gleaming under the light of the street lamp, the two of you basked in the moment of togetherness as warmth flowed between the two of you.
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“dun….don’t come near me! i have a boyfriend.” you stretched your arms out of you, creating a barrier between you and MIYA ATSUMU, the said “boyfriend” that was trying to help you.
atsumu found it adorable that you were trying to fend him off in your drunken state. as your arms were stretched out in front of you, it wobbled due to the shifting lightness flowing through your body, your eyes half-lidded and face flushed. although your words say one thing, your body implies the other by betraying you as your legs gave out under you.
swooping in to catch your inebriated body, atsumu chided you for drinking too much. no matter how strict his tone sounds, his soft fingers that were brushing your strands of your hair to the sides almost made you smile as the simple action screamed his love for you.
never forgetting your protests, you raised your small hands that now formed little fists as you attempted to punch atsumu, making punching sound effects as you jabbed the air between the two of you. “s-square square up, bitch.”
“woah, woah there. calm down, baby. what-what if i get hurt?” atsumu’s arms crossed over his chest in an attempt to protect himself.
“then don’t touch me because my boyfriend will hurt you even more.” you shimmied out of his arms, landing onto the floor with a soft thud and a yelp of pain. atsumu did not know what to feel then. was he supposed to feel rejected? honoured? or offended?
as you stuck your tongue out at him before you stumbled away to find your boyfriend, atsumu found what he felt. dumbfounded. absolutely dumbfounded at the way you were trying to fight your own boyfriend because of your boyfriend.
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HAJIME IWAIZUMI winced at the sting that pelleting down on his back — turns out it was your fists beating at away at his back. who could blame you? in your drunken state, you thought that you were being carried away on the back of an absolute stranger.
“p-put me down!” your whines were muffled as your face was buried in the crook of the man’s neck. slowly, your resolve started breaking away once you got comfortable hanging onto iwaizumi’s back.
“sorry princess, you’re way too drunk to walk on your own.” iwaizumi paused in his tracks to pull you onto his back securely, arms firmly hooking under your knees.
you let out a small humph as you buried your face once again in his neck. restlessness soon got the best of you as your hands started roaming to his cheeks, pinching and squeezing at the softness. sighing wistfully, playing with the “stranger” made you realise that you miss your hajime.
“haji would sooo kill us if he sees this. so please?”
iwaizumi immediately stopped in his tracks at your words, arms releasing from under your knees to set you down. he can’t believe that you did not realise that it was him, your boyfriend, who was piggybacking you home.
“uh wooooooh…big scary man angwyy.” you slurred, turning your back to run away from iwaizumi who was glowering at you.
“fuckin’ hell, y/n. can’t you recognise me?”
squinting your eyes, your thoughts still can’t seem to fathom the image before you. appearance and details of the stranger started overwhelming you but beyond your foggy state of mind, you could somewhat make out the spiky tips of the person’s hair. “h-haji? when did you get here?”
just how much alcohol did you drink? shaking his head, hajime spun on his heel to continue making his way to your shared home, leaving you desperately apologising and calling him back. god, you were a handful but iwaizumi would never trade you for anything else in this world.
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(◕‿◕)♡ likes and rbs are always appreciated !!
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shoulmate · a month ago
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Run. Calisthenics. Protein shake. Shower.
Iwaizumi has maintained his morning routine for years. He's made some adjustments like the exercises or the number of reps as he's gotten older and his strength has changed but he's been overall consistent.
Not perfect, consistent.
Because there was that first morning he woke up with you and your sleepy pout was so cute, how could he just leave you in bed alone like that?
Then there was the time he got sick for a week. You stayed at his apartment and took care of him despite his vehement protest and then, no surprise, you got sick. So for the week after that he took care of you.
There are other breaks in his streak of consecutive mornings, too. Birthdays, weather interruptions. But Oikawa never tried to compare the numbers again after Iwaizumi with all the grace of a childhood best friend shoved it back in his face that his most recent lapse was because of his honeymoon.
No amount of guilt could outweigh Iwaizumi's satisfaction from that.
Iwaizumi's learned to accept that there are deviations, interruptions, and necessary changes to his morning routine that are more important long-term. So when your son wakes up with him one morning he smiles and adjusts.
A long time ago Iwaizumi agreed to do his morning calisthenics in your shared home shirtless.
Oogling your then-boyfriend, now-husband in his sweaty, bare, muscular glory has been an established part of your morning routine but you're not prepared for this. The sight of your three year old son shirtless with his dad in the living room.
Copying Iwaizumi's form as they do pushups and crunches together.
Shadowing him to the kitchen where Iwaizumi mixes a protein shake for himself and some kind of smoothie for your son.
You're smiling as you join them and Iwaizumi pours you your morning cup of coffee.
"Mom! I'm workin' out with dad!" His proud smile makes you grin.
"I see that!" You kiss his forehead then your husband's lips. "You guys make a good team."
"We do, don't we big guy?" Iwaizumi asks, giving the little man a fist bump.
You hum, eyeing your still-shirtless husband over the rim of your mug, "maybe it's time we make the team a little bigger."
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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 11 months ago
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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him - Part 2
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Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
Pairings: Kuroo x Fem! Reader | Iwaizumi x Fem! Reader
Genre: Angst to Fluff
Request: Hi Lovely! I just read your wonderful work "You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him and it was just amazing :) Can I request Kuroo and Iwaizumi (if you feel comfortable with them of course!) for the prompt? BTW I love all the Asahi content, I feel like he is so underrated in the fandom!
Requested by: @captain-janeway
A/N: Again, these were supposed to be shorter but, I reiterate, I have no control over myself. Also, please these are making me FEEL things. I spent three entire days writing this and I really hope you enjoy! 🥺
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Kuroo Tetsurou
Kuroo Tetsurou is a lot of things. If you asked people, they would call him an athlete, a nerd, a tease, a merciless captain (*cough* Lev *cough*) a smartass and a smug bastard who loves riling others up. It's true, Kuroo Tetsurou is all of these things. But to you, he is so much more.
He is the one you go to whenever you are feeling down. He is the one who teases you to death all the time. He is your 3AM buddy, and the one you can count on to be at your side no matter what. He is the one who always makes sure you are fine and takes care of you without you asking him to. He is so much more than what he shows to the world. He is caring and thoughtful and never fails to bring a smile to your face. To you, Kuroo Tetsurou is your best friend.
He is also the one you're hopelessly pining for.
It doesn't help that he teases and flirts with you playfully all the time and it makes your heart want to jump out of your chest. You cannot figure out if this is just his nature or if he actually likes you back.
You always go to his games to cheer him on and today was no different except for the fact that a lot more people from your batch were here to cheer for Nekoma, seeing that it was the Nationals. You are sitting in your seat, happily watching the boys line up on the court when someone speaks up behind you.
"Isn't that Kuroo-san? He's hot, isn't he?"
You slowly turn around to see who said that and, to your dismay, it was Sato Hitomi, one of the prettiest girls in your batch. You have always marvelled at the way she carries herself so gracefully. It irks you that she just called Kuroo hot. You turn back around to focus on the game.
You want to pay attention to what's happening in the game. You really do. But it is impossible with Hitomi sitting so near you and talking so excitedly about Kuroo to her friend.
"Wow, I never knew he was such a talented blocker."
"His hairstyle is so unique! It makes him look 10 times more handsome."
"Look at those muscles! Damn!"
"That back attack was so cool!"
"Look at him motivating his teammates. He is such a good captain"
"Woah, he looked so hot doing that."
Every word of praise she speaks pierces your heart like a dagger.
"They won!!" she says and stands up, clapping and cheering. You forget about her for a moment as you stand up to cheer and clap too. From the court, Kuroo gives a big smile and a thumbs-up in your direction. You thought it was for you but Hitomi also gives him a thumbs-up back so you're not sure now.
"Do you think I should ask him out on a date? Do you think he will say yes?" Hitomi asks her friend and your breath catches in your throat.
"Of course he will say yes. I mean, he would be stupid to say no to you," her friend encourages her.
The giant lump in your throat is making it hard to swallow. Every trace of excitement you felt for a moment has vanished.
She is right, of course. Sato Hitomi is one of the nicest and prettiest girls in Nekoma. Very few boys would ever say no to a girl like her. Kuroo really would be stupid if he said no to her. In fact, you're sure Taketora would actually murder him if he ever rejected a girl like her.
It is taking all you have to not run out of the stadium right then. No, you're Kuroo's best friend first and you came here to support him. If you leave without saying anything, he would worry and that is the last thing he needs in the midst of Nationals. No, you're going to pretend everything is okay and you won't leave without congratulating him first.
You make your way to the locker rooms where you know the boys would have finished changing by now. Kuroo is standing right outside the room, hand on his hip. He sees you approaching and the corner of his mouth twitches upwards into his usual smirk.
Pretending to be fine is going to be harder than you thought.
You smile at him as brightly as you can, hoping it will cover up what you're actually feeling.
"Heeeey! I told you you would do it!" you say, a little too animatedly, raising your hand to give him a high five.
"Yeah, it was tough going for a while but we-"
"KUROO-SAN!"
You both turn to see Hitomi running towards you, waving and smiling widely.
"Ah, Sato-san!" he smiles and waves at her.
She runs up to Kuroo and grabs both his hands with hers.
At this moment, Taketora is coming out of the locker room and, as he watches the whole scene unfold, you can swear you see a vein burst in his head.
"Kuroo-san you were so great oh my god! You-" she continues with a string of high praises for him.
Kuroo has completely forgotten that you're standing right next to him as he listens to this sudden and unexpected rain of compliments. His hands are still in hers and you can see a blush is starting to creep up his cheeks.
You suddenly realize that your cheeks are wet. You don't even know when the tears started falling from your eyes. Thankfully, Kuroo has not looked at you at all since Hitomi started speaking so he hasn't noticed. You use his distractedness to your advantage to quietly slip away. Once you are out of earshot, you run outside to hail a cab, desperate to get as far away from this place as you can.
As you're getting in the cab, you hear someone shout your name from behind. You can't be sure but it sounds like Kuroo. However, you're in no state to face anyone right now so you dive into the cab and ask the driver to drive off quickly.
2 minutes later your phone starts ringing and you check to see that Kuroo is calling you. If you pick up right now, he will know instantly that you're crying. He will probably worry anyway if you don't pick up but this way you can make up any excuse later. You set your phone to silent and throw it in your bag.
You spend the entire ride home crying quietly in the back of your cab.
Once you are home, you throw your bag on your bed and head straight to the shower. You take a long shower and feel a lot better once you are done.
After changing into something comfortable, you plop onto your bed and take out your phone.
You are surprised to see there are 17 missed calls. 14 from Kuroo, 2 from Tora and 1 from Kenma.
You open your messages and see that Tora and Kuroo have texted you.
Tora @ 4:08PM: Y/N-san please pick up the call. Kuroo-san is freaking out.
Kuroo @ 2:30PM: Y/N, why did you leave without saying anything??
Kuroo @ 2:30PM: Why did Tora just tell me you were crying? Were you crying????
Kuroo @ 2:43PM: Why won't you pick up???
Kuroo @ 2:57PM: Please talk to me.
Kuroo @ 3:26PM: Look, I would come to your house right now if I didn't have to talk strategy for tomorrow's match with my team. Can you please at least let me know you're okay?
You groan. You had completely forgotten that Tora was around. You're going to have to come up with a really good explanation for this. As you're about to type your response, your phone dings again.
Kuroo @ 4:16PM: After all this time if you still think...
You frown. What's that supposed to mean?
You decide to ignore it for now.
You: Hey. I'm so sorry, my phone was on silent and I didn't see your messages till now.
You: Please don't worry about me, I was crying because I had a fight with my mom. That's why I rushed home. And I'm okay now, we resolved it.
Kuroo: So, you're going to straight up lie to me now?
You: But I'm not??
You hear the bell ring downstairs. A minute later, your father shouts for you, "Y/N! Kuroo is here. I'm sending him upstairs."
He's here?!?!
You barely have time to absorb that information when you hear a knock on your door.
"Come in."
The door opens and Kuroo steps in. He closes the door behind him and turns to you, arms crossed and an annoyed expression on his face.
"Tetsu, what are you doing here? You have a match tomorrow! You should be with your team!"
"You leave without saying goodbye, I find out that you were crying when you left and you won't pick your phone or reply to my messages. What else do you expect me to do?"
You hang your head in shame. You're feeling so guilty now for not responding to him immediately.
"I- I'm so sorry, Tetsu. Really. The reason I didn't pick up was because I didn't want you to find out I was crying. I didn't want to worry you. I just put my phone on silent and threw it in my bag. I didn't see any of the calls or messages until now."
"Are you going to tell me why you were crying?"
"I already did!"
"I called your mom when you weren't picking up and she told me that she hadn't seen or spoken to you since morning. So, are you going to stick to this made up story of yours?"
He's caught you right in the middle of your lie. There's no way out of this. You don't say anything. You just play with your hands in your lap, not daring to meet him in the eye.
Kuroo comes and sits next to you on your bed.
"How long have we known each other, Y/N?"
His question surprises you. You look up at him and see his expression has softened. He's looking at you seriously but he isn't annoyed anymore.
"Six years...why?"
"So, after six years of knowing me, if you still think that I have eyes for anyone but you, then you don't know me at all."
Your eyes are open so wide that they might pop out of their sockets any second now. You try to respond but you just make random noises instead of forming coherent sentences.
"What- I- you knew?? you too??? you like me?? I too- I mean! Me too- I-"
Kuroo throws his head back and laughs. He reaches over and pulls you in for a tight hug. Your heart feels like it might explode in your chest.
He gently kisses the top of your forehead and then leans down to rest his own against it, smiling widely.
"I too, Y/N. I too."
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Iwaizumi Hajime
You don't remember how many times you must have internally thanked Oikawa for being Iwaizumi Hajime's best friend. His conventionally pretty face attracts almost all the girls towards him, letting you have Iwaizumi all to yourself.
Well, sort of. He is still just your close friend. You haven't been able to gather the courage to confess to him yet. And only the Gods above know if he feels the same way about you because he certainly has never done or said anything to you that shows that he has feelings for you too.
You're sure that if you do confess and he doesn't feel the same way, it wouldn't affect your friendship at all. If anything, he would become even more considerate of your emotions and do anything to make sure you are all right. But you didn't think you were ready to handle the heartbreak of being rejected by him. Until now.
For almost a whole year, you have skirted around your feelings for him. It is your final year of High School now and you have decided that it is now or never. If you don't confess now, you might regret it for the rest of your life.
You make your way to the Seijoh gym where you know the boys must be getting ready for practice. You are greeted with loud gasps and a chorus of "heyys" and "Hi Y/Ns!" as soon as you step into the gym. You shout and wave back cheerfully as you make your way to your friends. As usual, your eyes find Iwa and your heart does a somersault as he smiles softly at you, his eyes wide with surprise. What with the two-week long term break and your cousin's wedding right after, it has been a while since you've seen him. Looking at him now makes you realize how terribly you missed him. All you want to do is run into his arms and hug him tightly.
"Y/N-chan, you're so cruel. Making us miss you for the entire first week of our last year," Oikawa pouts playfully at you.
"Aww. I missed you all too, Tooru. In fact, I missed you all so much that I came back a day earlier just so I could see this very look of surprise on your stupid face," you say as you give everyone a high five.
"Well, I'm glad you're back because at least now you can take Iwa-chan off my back," he says and you laugh.
"Someone's already doing that, though," Makki whispers a little too loudly and earns a smack on his head by an angry Iwa.
You frown. What was that about?
But before you can enquire further, Oikawa drags you away to introduce you to the new first years in the team.
It is time for them to practice so you make your way to the bench on the side. You're not the manager for their team but you might as well have been since you spend all your free time hanging around in the gym, watching them practice.
"Sorry, I'm late!" you turn around and see someone run into the gym, huffing and panting, "I couldn't find my shoes and spent a long time looking for them."
"Ah, Noriko-chan. Come, come. We were just about to start," Oikawa waves at her from the court.
"Sorry, give me just one minute to set up," she says and runs towards the bench you are sitting on.
She looks a little surprised to see you but smiles at you as she sets her things down.
She seems nice. You watch as she pulls out a notebook and a pen from her bag and goes and sits next to the scoreboard.
She must be the new manager Iwaizumi had told you about. She is a year younger than you and you have seen her around in school a few times.
You plan to confess to Iwaizumi tonight and, as the practice nears its end, you start getting more and more restless and nervous. You will confess to him on your usual walk back home, when it's just the two of you.
After practice, you stroll over to him as he stuffs his jersey into his gym bag. You are going to do this tonight for better or for worse.
Relax. You're just going to ask him if he's ready to leave. You try to calm yourself, your heart going a 100 miles an hour already.
"He-ey, Hajime! You ready to go, yet? There's something I wanted to talk to you about on the way back."
His expression suddenly changes into something uncomfortable.
"Uhh, actually, Y/N. I'm walking back home with Noriko tonight. Is it important? I can ask her to wait."
You blink at him.
"Oh."
He must have noticed the disappointment on your face because he continues, looking even more guilty and uncomfortable somehow, "Sorry. I didn't know that you were coming a day earlier and I had already promised her I'd walk her."
"It's all right, Hajime. You don't need to explain. I'll just walk back with the others," you smile at him and start walking away.
"Wait, you never told me what you wanted to talk to me about."
"Ahh, don't worry about it. It was nothing important," you say, not looking back at him.
At that moment Noriko appears from the opposite direction and runs towards Iwaizumi.
"Hajime-kun. You ready to leave?"
Hajime? They're on a first name basis already?
Your stomach feels like it has been filled with a pile of rocks as you walk back to Oikawa, who is talking about a new play strategy with Mattsun.
"Y/N! Do you mind waiting for a bit? I was just explaining to Mattsun about this new technique we can try tomorrow."
"Take your time! I'm in no hurry. I'll go sit outside until then," you say and make your way out of the gym.
You spot Noriko and Iwaizumi walking out of the front gate and the feeling of dread grows in your chest. You sit on the grass, holding your knees close to your chest. Your head is spinning with questions.
How did they become this close in just three weeks? Or has it been going on longer? Is this what Makki was referring to when he joked earlier? Why hadn't Iwaizumi told you anything about her except that she was the new manager? After all, you were one of his closest friends, he would tell you if he was seeing someone.
Wouldn't he?
This is not how you had imagined today to go at all. You had woken up this morning equal parts excited and nervous because today was the day you were finally going to tell Iwaizumi everything you felt for him. But now it feels like you might never get to do that.
No. No. No. Stop overreacting. There might be a simple explanation for all this. You put your head between your knees and take in deep breaths to calm yourself. You don't want the others to see you like this.
You've calmed yourself down considerably by the time they arrive and you finally set off home with the rest of the team.
The usual banter between the boys helps take your mind off things and you find the tightness in your chest easing as the third years resort to their usual clown antics.
"Hey, isn't that Iwaizumi Senpai?" one of the first years says and everyone stops in their tracks. You turn to see where he's looking.
You inhale sharply and you can feel Oikawa stiffen next to you.
You're all standing a little way away from a really cute bakery and, through the window, you can see Iwaizumi and Noriko sitting and talking to each other.
"Hah! I told you they were dating," Makki says with a smug expression on his face.
Oikawa, in a slightly panicked voice, says, "Now, now, let's not jump to conclusions."
"Pssh, you're only saying that because you were wrong and I was right. They're clearly on a date right now! Back me up Mattsun!," Makki quips back.
"I don't care."
Their argument just fades into the background as you watch Iwa and Noriko from the window. Noriko hands Iwa a rectangular box, wrapped with a pink paper with hearts drawn over it. It looks like something a girlfriend would give to her boyfriend.
You're wishing a hole would open up in the ground right now and swallow you forever.
"There's a very simple solution to this, all right? We will ask Iwa-chan tomorrow. Then we will see who was right. Let's not stand here and gape at them from the window, it will be awkward if they see us. Come on, chop chop, let's go," Oikawa's panic is evident in his voice as he tries to usher everyone away from the window.
"Y/N, come on. Let's go," Oikawa says.
You hear him but you don't move. It feels like your feet are planted into the ground. He reaches out, grabs your hand and pulls you towards him.
As he does that, Iwaizumi looks out of the window.
And, just for a split second, your eyes meet. But before you can register it, Oikawa has pulled you out of view.
The rest of the group is walking a little ahead, chatting animatedly. Thankfully, none of them noticed anything.
Well, except Oikawa. You can sense he is struggling to think of words to say to you.
"Y/N, look, don't listen to these idiots, okay? They don't know what they're talking about," he says to you in a low voice.
You stop in your tracks and he stops with you.
It's not surprising that he knows about your feelings, seeing how close you both are. He probably figured it out long ago. There's no point hiding it now.
"I was going to confess to him tonight, you k-know?" and as you say that, your voice cracks.
"I w-was going to tell him everything. A-about how much he means to me, about how I have felt about him for the last one year, about how he is all I think about all the time- and- I- I-," you're trembling from head to toe as another sob escapes from your mouth.
"And what makes you think that I don't feel the same way about you?" a quiet voice speaks up from behind you.
You spin around and see Iwaizumi standing a few feet away, the last fading rays of the sun falling on his face at an angle, highlighting his serious expression.
"It's not her fault. Makki wouldn't stop going on about how he was right about you two dating," Oikawa says.
Iwaizumi just nods at Oikawa, "Can you walk Noriko home? She's waiting at the bakery."
Oikawa nods and walks off. The others have also long since gone ahead. It is just you and Iwaizumi on this empty road now.
He comes closer to you, olive green eyes looking straight into yours as he speaks.
"I've had feelings for you for a while now but I wasn't sure how to tell you. I didn't just want to tell you, I wanted to show you how much you mean to me."
He says and holds out a box for you. It is rectangular in shape and is wrapped with a pink paper with hearts drawn all around it.
"Open it."
You take it from him silently. It is heavier than it looks and you are careful not to drop it as you tear it open.
You gasp as you realize what it is. It is a framed painting of you and Iwaizumi. Or rather, it is a painting of your favourite photo of you and Iwaizumi. You had taken this picture on your first school trip together, both of you smiling ear to ear with the sun setting over the hills in the background.
"I had heard about a junior who paints really well and I had approached her right before school ended. That junior was Noriko and she is the one who painted this. Coincidentally, she also joined the team as a manager.
I had been meeting her to check on the progress of the painting which, of course, was an invitation for everyone to let their imaginations run wild about us.
She was supposed to give me the painting today and a treat at her favourite bakery was just my way of saying thank you to her, nothing more."
You're overwhelmed with emotions and your eyes keep flitting back and forth from Iwa and the painting.
"It's beautiful. You're beautiful. Thank you. I- I don't know what to say," you say, your voice barely a whisper
His face finally breaks into a smile.
"Just say yes to being my girlfriend?"
You link your arm with his and gaze lovingly into his eyes.
"Yes. A million times over, yes."
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hajitonin · a month ago
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cw. tatted up!iwaizumi, panty stealing iwaizumi, riding, car sex, unprotected sex, creampie, guest staring daichi (mdni!)
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firefighter!iwaizumi that's tatted all over and so swole,,, he's off duty and heading to the bar where he bumps into a sweet thing like you. you just came off your shift, working as a vet, and came in for a drink and some vibes. actually planning on leaving when you bumped into the hot firefighter, he manages to steal your time and spin you right back.
he tells you what you like to hear, whispering sweet nothings in your ear before he plants a sweet little kiss against the nape of your neck and says "let's get out of here."
iwaizumi can't even get all the way home before he parks his car and pounces right on you. he cages you in with his big body as he reclines the seat for both of your comfort. his cock strains in his pants as he ruts it against your thigh. you get bold enough to snake your hands down and feel his length before you let out a gasp. he feels so big, so thick.
grunting, he pulls away. "fuck, you're not ready for that yet."
out of sheer defiance, you argue with him, coaxing him to let you bounce up and down his cock. and giving in to your pretty pleas and soft eyes, he pulls you on his lap. he pulls down your pants and underwear, tucking your panties into his pocket. he's still a little hesitant with letting you sit on his cock without any prep, so he starts teasing you.
running his cock up and down your folds, he hisses at the feeling. the ecstatic feeling of your arousal coating his cock. you're whining and asking for more, but he loves your whiny little mewls. he revels in it. "you have to be patient, doll. be patient."
but he can't keep it up. while he's teasing you, he's also teasing himself. cock red and angry and so fucking hard. so fucking ready to just fuck into you and feel your pussy walls. he can't stand anymore of your folds just gliding against his cock.
abruptly he pushes the head in, causing you to gasp and hold onto his shoulders. "shitfuck," you curse out as you brace yourself. "ohmigosh."
"wanna stop?" you shake your head as you grip onto his chest as pushes in an inch and then another. your gummy walls suck him in and he feels like cumming then and there. when you finally take him all, he lets you adjust to his size. when he feels your body twitch as you start squirming, he starts bucking into you.
all that can be heard is skin and skin contact, your sopping walls gushing around iwaizumi's cock, and both of your pants and moans. you start meeting his trusts as you start bouncing on his cock, breasts jumping up with each movement. lips attaching to your nipples, he flicks and bite at it as you start to claw at his chest.
one hand of his reaches down to rub circles on your clit as you let out a cry. it leaves a stutter in your movement as it quickens your orgasm. "shit, 'm gonna cum!"
"don't let me stop you, doll," he grunts as he quickens his pace. with a squeal, your cunt coats his cock. he doesn't stop his ministrations as he starts to chase his own high. moaning uncontrollably, you claw against iwaizumi as your pussy clenches around his cock and legs tighten. in a matter of time, you feel another orgasm approaching as his cock twitches.
"can i cum inside you?" you only give him a nod, sobs leaving your lips. "i need to hear you say yes, baby."
"yes!" you cry. "please- fuck! cum inside me."
at the verbal consent, iwaizumi spills his seed into you. a white ring starts to form around his cock as it slowly starts to ooze out you. thrusts getting sloppy, he slowly comes to a stop as you both calm down. when he pulls out, both your cum and his leaks out.
he gives you some time to rejuvenate before cleaning both of you up and pulling up his pants.
"lemme take you home," he says, getting into the front seat. "if you want, we can go another round."
you start to blush. "yeah, i'm down."
just as he's ready to start the car, red and blue lights start to flash as the police siren goes off. cursing to himself, he falls back in his seat. "shit..."
winding down the window, a light's flashed in your eyes. "what're you-- wait, iwaizumi?"
"hey daichi," he waves, giving a knowing grin. "mind just letting me off with a warning? 'm sorry."
"fine," daichi grunts. "just get going."
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note. saw a tik tok of a hawt firefighter and i thought,,, iwaizumi.
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dearieshima · 3 months ago
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DOMESTIC DISPUTES — small, soft, and domestic quarrels they have with you.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. kuroo tetsuroū x reader, oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi haijme x reader, miya atsumu x reader (SEPARATELY)
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. fem!reader, children mentioned in both of atsumu's and kuroo's passages, fluff, domestic, time skip au, I studied how atsumu talks for like an hour and I think I failed the assignment anyways, chaos/crack, kinda got lazy at his part too, a little ooc iwaizumi, also I noticed that iwaizumi's part has a line that looks suggestive... It's not, but you guys can interpret it in any way you want idrc
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𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔,
Leaving out the most important factor; the kids.
You understood the situation. Since your labor began shortly after two in the morning, the ride to the hospital was rather quiet due to everyone's fatigue. It was just a touch too quiet, so quiet that you could hear the crunching cry of the tires passing over the pebbles.
Silence fills the two car seats behind you when you expected to hear tiny mumblings. You didn't understand that part.
"Tets, why is it so quiet?"
"Would you like some music playing for you?" he asks, casually turning the radio on without thinking too much about it. You grab his hand.
"No, Tetsuroū, why is it so quiet?"
He glances over at you with eyebrows dragged downward, trying to decipher what you meant. Seeing the rearview mirror, his eyes briefly studied it before returning to the road. A flinch follows, and he looks again, this time examining the back seats more carefully before fully pivoting his head towards them.
"...Fu— Shit," he blurts out.
"Tets, please don't tell me you forgot to get the kids. Tetsuroū?"
He doesn't answer. Unbelievable.
"Tetsuroū! Oh my g—"
"You said to not tell you so I wasn't!!"
"Oh my god, I'm in labor— don't turn around!!!" You screeched as he made an illegal U-turn, resulting in thousands of furious honks from motorists.
"Well, I— I can't just leave two toddlers alone by themselves!"
"Then just call bokuto or kenma!!"
"That's a fire hazard!!"
"TETSUROŪ!"
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𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔,
waking up.
In terms of getting out of bed, Oikawa is the absolute worst. In all honesty, why the hell does he have an alarm if he's just going to wake up late anyway?
A sharp six a.m. wake-up signalizes the beginning of your suffering. You groan and shake him awake with the squeal of his vibrating phone rapping on your wooden nightstand. You find it annoying to be forcibly awakened at six in the morning when today is your day off, but you can simply drift back to sleep when it's off.
Your voice was heavy with exhaustion as you pleaded with Toru to turn off his alarm. A minute passes before he lazily switches the alarm off and retreats to his dream world, mumbling something incoherent as he does so.
You only have five minutes of rest when the second alarm goes off. Apparently, he snoozed it and now you were getting pissed.
"Oh my god, Toru, turn off your fucking alarm, dude," you groused in anger, becoming hostile. Your shoving becomes gradually harsher the more you have to wake up on his account.
The pillow beneath his face swallows his voice as he grumbles, "Why can't you do it yourself?"
"For one thing, I don't want you to be late, and two, it shouldn't be my job!" You hissed, growing increasingly enraged as you had to speak over the music that you're pretty sure is slowly getting louder the more it's left on.
He peaks above the mountain of fluffiness to just roll his eyes at you (and god, you want to choke him) before swiping again and the ringer is no more.
As if to annoy you, he snarls, "Happy?" Before ducking his head back onto his pillow.
You huff. You're agitated, a little sweaty, and maybe not as sleepy as you were before, but you're satisfied that you got your way.
You lay back down and allow your head to hit the pillow. Just as you were about to shut your eyes, his ringer goes off. The rest of the night is a total blur.
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𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄,
when it's time to leave.
"I'm leaving!" Iwaizumi yells out, sliding his feet into a pair of Park Avenue shoes.
"Wait, you forgot your tie!" you shout to him as you hurry to catch him before he opens the door.
His neck is fastened with a tie, which you adjusted so it was not uncomfortable. You'd choose a green one that would nicely collaborate with his eye pigment. After you finished, you inserted a silver clip that displayed a volleyball in front of it.
His plan for today was to attend a meeting rather than attend to injuries. Though it might not be one of your wifely duties when you married him, you always felt the need to make sure he looked more than presentable on these days.
As you tugged on his tie to meet his lips, you muttered a quick, "Have fun."
"Meetings aren't fun," he replies in between smooches. "I think we're going into decline."
Despite your attempt to pull back smoothly because you noted that this was taking a lifetime, he hauls you back in.
"Mhm, don't... say that," you paused because his lips lingered on yours for a moment longer than the rest before they began pecking you once again.
You tapped his cheek, "Haji, you need to go."
"Why are you in a hurry to get rid of me?" He says as he busses the corner of your lip.
"You said you were going in decline—" he pecks your cupid's bow, "—might make it easier for themselves... And fire you on the spot even if you're a minute late."
"Doesn't really matter to me, baby."
"Then how would you care for... You're housewife if you don't bring home the banknotes?"
"I can take care of you with just myself."
You giggled, "goodbye, Haji."
As he lets his lips rest on yours for a few more moments, he leads both of you (still connected) to the door where his hand scurries to find its knob deposited somewhere on the flat surface.
Once the door is opened, he attempts to remove himself from you. A final kiss is placed on your forehead before he locks the door behind him to keep you both from being contacted again.
It is possible to find Iwaizumi quite stern, reserved, and hard to look at sometimes, but you cherish those moments just as you cherish these, too.
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𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔,
who spoils the kids more?
Atsumu frowned when he noticed the opulent plate that he had prepared for you that night remain spotless. You weren't eating because you were distracted, but it isn't a phone that prevents you from enjoying the delicious meal, but the baby wiggling in you in your arms.
Atsumu grumbles, a pout idling below his bottom lip. "Babe, ya need to eat now or your dinner is going to go cold. Plus, I made yer favorite."
When you side-eye him, you say, "Well if you weren't so congenial to Aoi, we wouldn't have this problem. He's absolutely dependant on touch; if he's not held by somebody, he'll freak out— we can't even lay in our own bed by ourselves."
The pout on Atsumu's face worsened, "I didn't make him that way."
"Atsumu, when he first arrived, you did not put him down once. When I got you to finally do so, you were the one to throw a temper tantrum."
His sigh suggests he acknowledges the merit in every single point you made, but remains butthurt and doesn't make any attempt to admit as much.
The young boy is tugged from your arms and cradled in his.
"Give him to me and finish eatin'," he says, the dissent he expressed to your accusations slowly evaporating. Rolling your eyes, you squabble with him a bit more until the rumble in your stomach limits you from continuing and you turned to eat the delicious food plated in front of you.
"Mommy thinks I spoil you too much," Atsumu whispers, announcing it loudly to your ears, "think that it's wrong just to show how much I love you. I think she's just jealous."
He blows a raspberry on Aoi's cheek, delighting in his squeals of laughter. Then he mumbles something about a stinky diaper, and shortly after, you hear the wail of your child you assume had been put down to be changed.
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prettywaizumi · 2 months ago
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MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI. fem!reader, smut, a bit of spitting, slight fluff.
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iwaizumi loves it when you play with his hair.
it could be anything, really. you could be running your fingers through those spiky strands, or even just mindlessly brushing against the tips while you're sscrolling on your phone he lays his cheek on your lap.
he especially loves it when your fingers brush into the back of his head; the tips of your fingers grazing the skin as they trail down to the back of his neck. it never fails to give him tingles up his spine, and he can't help but think back to the moments where you would roughly pull on it as his mouth closing in your clit, sucking you dry and with his thick fingers pump mercilessly in and out of you until you're crying and twitching, helplessly pushing his head back to make him stop his abuse on your sensitive clit.
he lets out a sigh, missing the way you clench around him and his fingers, and even the way your arousal smells. he rubs his calloused palm over your exposed thigh, chuckling against your skin when you jump slightly because of the tickling sensation.
after that, all it takes is just your hand slipping under his shirt from the back of his collar to feel around his muscular back, before a pair of strong arms grabs your hips, turning you to face him as he tugs your shorts down and practically rips your panties. you can barely gasp out his name when he pulls your thighs apart, spits on your clit, using his warm tongue to spread his saliva around, and starts sucking.
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maizumis · 3 months ago
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f!reader, fluff
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“haji, I told you ten times by now–”
you were not lying about this one, moving out together was a lovely moment that you were gonna treasure in your mind forever, but your boyfriend asking you every single time if you needed help picking up that single box was coming irritating
“–im a woman! I can pick up this by myself.”
with that you were off to try yet again to pick up that damn box, that if you didn't guess any wrong, it had fucking rocks inside
“im not saying you're not a woman, woman! I'm saying we could pick it up together or you could let it to me”
he was, in fact, having fun with your attitude and expressions while you tried to at least move the box “stop laughing hajime! it's not funny”
he didn't stop laughing, just dropped one of his hands to his knees while the other one wiped the tears going out his eyes
“you’re not gonna pick that up, babe” he said between giggles, trying to maintain eye contact with you
“why not? do you think I'm weak hajime? I'm not a weak woman hajime iwaizumi, watch your tone–”
he sat next to you, placed a hand in your thigh and proceeded to speak his thoughts out loud “ read the back of the box, love, I promise you're not weak”
“hajime if this is a fucking joke I swear— you're gonna be sleeping on the couch”
“read it”
rolling your eyes, you decided to turn the box to your side, with a little help of your boyfriend, even if you didn't want to admit it, the box was huge and heavy
gym weights
gym weights
“oh” you said, totally surprised, now you did understand why his biceps and thighs were so damn big and strong, that was heavy
“yeah 'oh' " he imitated your voice “lets do it together baby, ‘kay?”
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hyeque · 6 months ago
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protein shake [iwaizumi hajime] [nsfw]
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notes: iwaizumi treats you to a nice protein snack after his morning jog
warnings: consensual somnophilia, slight degradation, mouth fucking
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iwaizumi hajime who always gets up before you do at the crack of dawn. he goes on his morning jog as per usual and comes back, sweaty and needing to take a shower.
his adrenaline is still high and he’s feeling especially horny. more than usual that is. he doesn’t know what’s different about today but his mind keeps crossing to thoughts of you. you under him, caged between his muscular arms, whining and begging for him to go harder. faster. or you on your knees taking the entirety of him like a pro. even the thought of bending you over the counter and taking you from behind seems appealing to him.
he slips into your shared bedroom, trying to avoid looking at you because one glance at your face and the man might be gone. luck isn’t on his side though when he sees you turn your body to face him. the sun is coming up by this point and casts a light over your soft features.
you are so beautiful, he smiles adoringly at you and gently brushes some hair from your face. the innocence behind that is quickly gone once he sees that your thin strapped tank top has slipped down slightly, revealing your tits.
hajime finds himself slipping a hand inside his waistband, tugging at his semi hard cock. he groans at the slight pleasure and strokes himself near your face, wondering if you’d wake up anytime soon.
admittedly, he does have some shame for what he is about to do, but he can’t help it. he has needs, and you wouldn’t mind him using you, would you? of course not. you’d always been so good to him and helpful in anyway possible.
he can’t even be bothered to turn your body any other way, the angle he currently has is enough. he discreetly tugs down your camisole so your tits are fully out.
pressing his fat cock against your lips, he drags the tip around, spreading his pre. he nudged the bulbous tip against your mouth and he feels himself twitch when you willing open it to let him in. even in your sleep you are being so good for him.
“s-shit.” he curses lowly as he slides inside, the warmth and wetness of your mouth comes as a pleasant surprise and he has to hold back from shooting his load down your throat too soon. 
he stills before moving his hips back, snapping them forward. the movement jolts your body and he watches your tits bounce slightly, presenting the hottest sight for him.
oh how he’s going to have fun with you.
he continues his ministrations, slow and deep. his large hand reaches out and grabs ahold of one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh.
slowly you wake from your slumber, the sounds of low grunts and curses from above the first thing you hear. you moan around him, in awe of the sight of him lost in pleasure. you squeeze your legs together to relieve yourself somehow.
hajime finally opens his emerald eyes, looking right at you. “good morning angel,” he groans, his hand keeping you in place when you choke around him. “i’m sorry for waking you, but i couldn’t help myself. you just looked so good.” he sucks in his breath as he pulls back to thrust into your wet cavern again. “you don’t mind, do you baby?”
you whine, shaking your head no sleepily, looking up at him with drowsy eyes like the obedient whore that you are.
he smiles and there’s something unhinged about his expression. “that’s right. always knew you were my perfect little slut.”
the noises are absolutely sinful and spur hajime on. the wet squelch of your mouth and his dick moving in it at a rigorous pace is loud. your spit dribbles down his shaft and his balls slap against your chin rhythmically. vibrations from your gagging sends shivers of pleasure within him and he throws back his head, moving his hips faster.
“ha-shit. i’m going to cum princess.” he warns, thrusting once, twice, and three times before he’s burying himself to the back of your throat and spilling his load in you. he moans loudly, one hand gripping your hair tightly and the other tweaking your pert nipple as you swallow every drop. your eyes roll back at the sight and also the smell of his musk from your nose being buried in his abdomen. the pulsing of his cock is enough to make you gush in your panties.
he slowly pulls out of your mouth and stands back, tucking himself in and pulling his shorts up. he hums in approval once seeing you’ve swallowed every drop of him.
you squirm on the bed, your voice is too hoarse to speak, but he doesn’t need you to tell him what you need.
hajime peels back the covers and crawls between your legs. his hands are already tugging off your soaked undies. he brings the soiled garment to his nose and groans at your ethereal scent. he then tosses them aside to focus his attention on the real thing.
he presses soft kisses against your weeping core before saying, “let me return the favor, yeah?”
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do not copy and or repost. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated though! (c) 2022 hyque
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adoringhaikyuu · 4 months ago
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idk if you’ve done this before but rough sex with iwaizumi + thigh riding + edging
iwaizumi x f!reader • nsfw • (light degradation • thigh riding • edging • oral • fingering • slapping (pussy and boobs) • penetration)
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i think when you've purposely acted like a brat all day, pushing all of iwaizumi's buttons, giving him attitude and just being difficult all day with the hopes of him putting you in your place, he'll play along. but when he's had a bad day on his own, at work? things don't exactly go the way you expect them to.
he's not letting you touch him at all, cause brats don't deserve to touch or to be touched. so he ties your hands behind your back, sometimes using cuffs, and has you ride his thigh as he sits back and lets you do all the work, eyes glazing over you in poorly hidden lust and hunger and feigned disinterest.
"come on, you wanted my attention that bad, now you've got it. you're lucky i'm even letting you touch me."
you're whimpering and tearing up, just aching for his touch, for his hands to guide your movements, squeeze your hips, slap your ass, play with your tits, choke you––anything.
but he just sits there and watches you. until your movements are stuttering, your body close to the edge. and just as you're about to tip over, he finally grabs you and holds you in place, ruining your orgasm as you gasp and whine, your pussy clenching and throbbing, practically crying for release.
without warning, he flips you over and buries his face into you, licking and sucking your clit ferociously, practically hurling you back to the edge, shaking his head from side to side as he presses his tongue against you, before pulling away and holding your twitching thighs as far apart as they can go with his two hands. eyes transfixed on your pulsing pussy, even just his stare making you heat up.
soon enough, he dives back in again, hands squeezing your thighs as he tonguefucks you before switching his attention back to your clit, a finger working its way into your opening, stretching you out until two, then three fingers fit, thrusting inside of you wildly, pressing against that spot that makes you squirt.
he's groaning into you like a wild animal, his movements fast and sloppy but somehow so precisely hitting all the right spots, making your toes curl and the tension in your stomach tighten.
this time when your high approaches, it feels even more forceful than before and you know you're going to make a mess, you're bracing yourself for it almost painfully. you can almost taste it, you know it'll be so blinding when it washes over you.
but he pulls away yet again. and when you whine pathetically, begging him to please let you cum, cause you need it so bad, he just glares at you, mouth and chin covered in your wetness as he licks his lips and brings a hand down to slap your between your thighs without warning. you let out a mix between a gasp and a whimper and he does it again and again, till your thighs are practically trembling.
"i say when and if you get to cum." he raises a brow, daring you to act out again. "got it, princess?"
and since you're so sensitive, so eager to cum, you nod your head like a good girl. "yes haji."
he throbs in his pants at the sight of you and how easily it was so make you compliant for him, how sweet his name sounds coming from your lips but throws that thought aside. he's got a job to do.
he unties your hands just to tie them again in front of you, pinning them above your head as he leans over you, one hand sliding down the inside of your arm, to your chest, where he tugs and pinches your nipples roughly, not enough to really hurt, just to shock you. then, he grabs your breast, fondling it for his own pleasure before slapping it, reveling in the light gasp you let out that soon turns into a breathless moan. your back is arching into him and he bites his lip.
"such a little slut for me, aren't you." it's not a question, but a statement.
he unbuttons his pants with one hand and slips his cock out, and the sight alone of his arm flexing, veins tracing along his skin as he does so, is enough to make you clench. he slides his cock through your folds, letting you buck into his touch, before slapping the tip on your clit a few times, until you're whining.
then he shoves his cock into you, bottoming out immediately, grunting as you moan loudly and squeeze around him, practically trapping him inside you.
he bites his lip and curses, eyes falling shut unconsciously for a few seconds as he tries to control himself. one hand is pinning your hands above your head, and the other comes down to bend your thigh back as far as it goes. he wants to see how deep he is inside you.
he watches you clench around him for a moment, before pulling back until just the tip is inside of you, before slamming back into you, filling you to the hilt, making your eyes roll back as you yelp involuntarily. he does this three more times, slowly, letting you feel every inch of him, before he picks up the pace and starts thrusting into you wildly, the slapping sound almost deafening as you jolt underneath him.
your mouth is stuck open, moans and whines tumbling from it as you feel every part of your body come alive. "s'good, so good haji––fuck!"
his eyes are focusing on every part of you, trailing all over your body as he fucks into you, pouring out all his frustrations into his thrusts. he's properly pounding into you, sweating as he pants and grunts at the feeling of your wet walls wrapped around him.
it doesn't take long for you to feel that familiar pull in your gut and you're tightening around him even more, even though it seems like it shouldn't be possible. your breaths are getting choppier, eyes filled with tears cause it feels so good, he feels so good.
and this time it doesn't seem like he's going to stop, he's too caught up on the feeling of you, his pace is relentless. your thighs start to tremble, eyes rolling to the back of your head and––he pulls out of you abruptly and your eyes open in shock. you let out a painful plea, "no haji please please please––i can't-"
you can barely speak and your eyes are so filled with tears, clouded with need, that you can barely see his face. but next thing you know, you're filled to the brim again and he's pounding into you even faster than before. "i think you've learned your lesson." he's leaning down so that his lips are next to your ear and he's growling, "cum for me, baby. you wanted to cum so do it. drench my cock in your juices and scream my fucking name."
with that, he brings a hand down and rubs at your clit furiously and you let out a loud, long moan, eyes fully shut as you twitch and shake, coming with a cry of his name that has him moaning and spilling inside of you. you're both trembling, and somehow your lips ended up locked together, tongues messily tasting each other as you moan into each other's mouths. he's still throbbing inside you, giving slow, shallow thrusts as you continue to milk his cock.
your kisses slow down, still passionate, but not as intense and he pulls back to look at you, giving you a small but loving smile as he shakes his head. "you really test my patience, sweetheart."
you smile back, eyes glinting up at him. "you love it."
so things don't always go as planned, but in the end, you're both always more than satisfied.
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