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#iwaizumi hajime x reader
iwaizumis-bitch · a day ago
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haikyuu men as dilfs
featuring; iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutaro, & miya atsumu
warnings: age gap (reader is 20ish and boys are in their 40's), timeskip spoilers in atsumu's & bokuto's, daddy kink, breeding kink, professor/student relationship, oral (m receiving), bokuto is kinda a fuckboy, phone sex, corruption kink, 1 (one) nsfw link, puppy is used as a nickname once
notes: pooooop i hated bokutos one
iwaizumi hajime
when hajime first became a professor, he didn't understand why so many of the girls were obviously flirting with him. the divorce a few years back had left his confidence at an all time low, so he was understandably shocked to find out he was still attractive, if not more attractive than he was in his college days.
the colour of salt and peppe adorned his short locks. hajime still found himself in the gym a few times a week, (when he wasn't taking care of his son), keeping his physique large and muscular. his biceps still bulged through the sleeves of his t-shirts, leaving him wearing tank tops most of the time when he wasn't teaching.
hajime hadn’t taken notice of you the first few weeks you were in his class. you sat at the second to back row and never dared to raise your hand. it was only when you had stayed back one night, having a few questions about the upcoming essay, that your pretty face became a burning image in his mind.
he first took sigh of your legs, overly exposed by the short floral skirt you were wearing, paired with a white tshirt. hajime hadn't even registered that you were talking to him until he heard you say 'sir?', in a small breathy tone, coy look on your face, that he knew he was absolutely fucked.
you started to stay back after class more, and hajime was more than happy to see you relishing in the casual touches he would have on your arm or lower back. one time he went as far as you push a strand of hair behind your ear. he tugged on his cock for weeks after your reaction, the fluttering of your eyes closing and lip coming between your teeth as you struggled to make eye contact.
you were just so innocent, and hajime wanted nothing more than to ruin that.
'this for me?', hajime asked you on a friday afternoon, after everyone else had left the room and his son was still at school. you tilted your head in confusion, breath hitching when the handsome man came closer, pushing your hair away from your shoulder exposing your blue bra strap as he started to fiddle with it.
'sir...', you whispered nervously, feeling his warm breath hit your neck as his other hand found home on your lower back, pulling you in so your bodies were flush.
'hajime is fine', he grunted back, grabbing a fistful of your ass. his lips ghosted yours, the hand once playing with your bra strap made its way onto your chin, before he smashed his lips onto yours for a brief moment.
you immediately moaned into his mouth, before the hand on your jaw came the the top of your head, pushing you down to the floor as you collapsed onto your knees. 'sir!', you squealed, looking at the bulge in his trousers.
a hand gripped your throat roughly as you were pulled to look at hajime.
'call me hajime', he said in a mean tone, squeezing your cheeks together.
'hajime', you wheezed through the bruising grip, sighing when he let go.
'good girl', he muttered, fiddling with the zipper on his jeans. you didn't know two little words would have such an effect on you, but nevertheless you found yourself adjusting your heels beneath you, so one sat right beneath your throbbing cunt as you watched hajime take his cock out.
he shoved the fat head between your lips, fisting your hair as he felt your tongue against his sensitive slit. you braced your hands against his thighs as he slid his cock down your throat, grunting lowly at the way it constricted.
'fuck me thats a pretty mouth', he groaned, looking down at the way your lips were stretched around his dick, spit falling from the corners.
you whined around him at that, rocking yourself back and forth on your heal, creating much needed friction.
'gonna cum', he murmured, full on fucking your face now, practically using your throat as a fleshlight.
you breathed in sharply through you nose as you felt him cum down your throat, finally pulling out as you coughed and tried to catch your breath.
you stood up eventually, knees bruised and wobbly as you looked at hajime for what seems like the first time today. surprisingly, he wasn't looking at you, rather your legs.
you looked down curiously, cheeks flaming as you heard hajime chuckle darkly. there was a clear liquid running down from your inner thighs.
you fucking orgasmed from giving him head. you felt your heart pounding in your chest as he walked towards you, reaching to cup your wet and soiled panties, running his fingers down your thighs as he collected your fluids, bringing them into his mouth as he hummed appreciatively.
bokuto koutaro
if there was one thing bokuto loved most in the world, (other than pussy), it was his 5 year old daughter, talani. being a single father was tough for koutaro, but he was just glad he didn't have to explain periods or puberty yet. he had only retired professional volleyball a few years ago, and could easily live the next few years off the fortune he made, so he chose to live a quiet life for what seems like the first time in his life.
like any other sane parent, koutaro was in tears as he waved his daughter off for her first day of kindergarten. he spent the whole day praying for the best, but god was against him as when he went to pick her up, he saw her walking out of the classroom with a bruised and scratched knee. he immediately ran up to her, picking her up and asking her how it happened
'ah yes, she had a bit of a fall at lunchtime', he heard a voice say. koutaro looked up, eyes once filled with worry now shamelessly roaming up and down the body of the voice, before looking at the face. 'i'm miss l/n, talani's teacher', you said a dazed expression on your face as you gave out your hand to shake.
he adjusted talani onto his hip as he reached out his right hand to shake yours. 'nice to meet ya, im-', 'koutaro bokuto!', you exclaimed loudly, grasping his larger hand with your two smaller ones. 'i used to be a fan when i was her age', you explained nodding to the child.
koutaro had stilled the moment your soft hands enveloped his larger one, nodding slowly as you rambled on. he craned his neck forward, using his height to look down the front of the top, a smile forming at his lips at the sight of your cleavage.
'well, this one is chaos', he laughed, setting her down as he played his charms on you, whipping out his phone. 'if anything bad ever happens to her, or if you're interested, shoot me a text', he winked, handing his phone to you as you nervously fumbled with it, typing in your digits. 'and call me koutaro', he adds on.
'y/n', you smile, waving him and talani off as you ignore the throbbing in your core.
later that night as you were finishing seating arrangements, you heard a ding, then another from your phone. you closed your laptop, grabbing your phone and flopping onto bed, stomach down.
hey, its bokuto. i know i shouldn't be texting you at this hour, but y/n, you're so fucking hot and i can't stop thinking about you.
[1 video attatched]
you felt your cheeks flush as you read over the text a few times, breathing in sharply at the preview of the video. you watched it, bottom lip coming between your teeth as you contemplated. it was unprofessional, for sure, but your 17 year old self would be damned if you passed up an opportunity with the bokuto koutaro.
hesitantly, you lifted your phone up and shifted onto your back snapping a selfie, making sure to capture your sports bra and tongue poking out.
not even 10 seconds later, your face appeared on your screen, and you realised he was facetiming you. you quickly fixed your hair, before pressing the accept call button.
your eyes widened and lips parted, struggling to form words. there, on your phone screen, was undoubtedly bokuto's fat dick in his hand, his groans in the background.
'lemme see ya', he slurred out, reaching down to massage his balls.
you complied, quickly setting your camera down against your headboard, pulling your pants off.
'touch yaself baby, lemme see that pussy', he groaned, pre cum leaking from his tip.
you did as he said, quickly discarding your clothes as he instructed you to touch yourself.
the taboo nature of the call had you wetter than usual, as you pumped 3 fingers in and out of your pussy, head thrown back as you felt your orgasm nearing.
bokuto could tell you were close, so when he mumbled under his breath, 'cum for me puppy', whilst teasing his frenulum, you were a sobbing mess as you rode your fingers, feeling your whole body tense up before you snapped, triggering bokuto's orgasm at the same time.
you quickly hung up, embarrassed if he would make small talk and washed your hands. you checked your phone when you came back.
that was incredible baby. same time tomorrow?
it was safe to say that pick up time the next day was incredibly awkward.
miya atsumu
atsumu had been out of the dating scene for a few years. after retiring in volleyball and being left with a baby boy, he really didn't have much time. he had stopped dying his hair a bit ago, letting the brown roots grow out. he still maintained his body well, letting the hair on his chest grow over his abnormally large pecs.
the first time atsumu met you, he was at meian's house with the rest of the ex msby team, having a drink. he heard the squeak of the side gate, and he turned to look, along with the rest of his teammates.
atsumu's jaw dropped when he saw the emerging figure. a younger looking girl, wearing a dark satin bodycon dress, hugging your figure in all the right ways. you stumbled over to shugo drunkenly, wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss on his cheek.
'hi daddy', you said breathily, waving to the men you recognised to be his ex teammates. atsumu gulped at your words, watching how the fabric stretched over your ass so obscenely, before you made your way inside.
atsumu (who had to spend the next 20 minutes hiding his erection), casually continued the conversation, trying to subtly shift it onto you. he succeeds, finding out you're single, and going to be taking care of the house during meian's holiday next week!
atsumu fists his cock in the shower that night after he found your instagram. he blows a fat load all over the shower wall as he imagined himself fucking you against it.
atsumu who decided to pay his ex captain a visit next week! he (does)n't expect to be greeted by you, wearing just a grey hoodie, peering at him.
atsumu makes up some excuse about why he was there, eyes travelling down to your exposed thighs several times. you were so kind to him, offering him inside with a bite of your lip.
you grab him a glass of water as he sits at the bench. 'i miss my daddy', you say pouting and leaning over the counter. atsumu almost chokes on his water, setting the glass down.
he stares at you for a moment, very much recognising the innocent fuck-me eyes you were looking at him with, leaning over the counter.
'maybe you could be my daddy?', you smile, making your way over to him as he got off of the stool. 'does that sound nice?'
atsumu didn't give you a response. not a verbal one, atleast. his hands were on your hips, lifting you onto the counter as he made his way between your spread legs, lips dancing with yours. his hands lifted up your hoodie, and he was delighted to see nothing but a pair of cotton panties on your body.
you quickly found those panties stuffed inside of your mouth as you screamed around them. atsumu wasted no time in fucking you over the kitchen counter, then the couch, and now on your bed.
he pulled the wet material out of your mouth, relishing in the cries you immediately let out. atsumu was fucking you in missionary, hands on your thighs as he kept your legs spread for him.
'gonna let daddy cum inside of ya?', he asks breathlessly, battering his hips into yours.
'nghh- yes daddy!', you cried out, hands coming to rub at your clit pathetically as you felt another orgasm approaching.
'such a fucking slut', he hissed, one of his hands coming up to squeeze then slap your bouncing tits, making you gasp.
'g'na let an old guy like me breed yer tight cunt?', he grunts, slapping your hand out of the way to rub your clit for you.
'fuck, yes 'tsumu!', you squealed out as you let your orgasm take over your body for a few seconds, feeling atsumu's hot cum inside of you.
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ghoejo · a day ago
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minors do not interact! — nsfw content ahead.
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cowgirl is their favourite position because they get to see every facial expression you make, can suck and bite at your neck and tits, and can hear in vivid detail every sound you make as you ride their cock. they love watching you fall apart above them. and the easy access to your ass, to squeeze or to assist you in your movements. they’ll say shit like, ‘taking me so well’ or be a bit of a dick and tease you with, ‘barely in and you’re already falling apart for me.’ they love to let you take your time, but won’t hesitate to grab you by the throat or ass and fuck up into you.
atsumu, sakusa, bokuto, daichi, kyotani, suna, iwa, bakugo, keigo, shinso, aizawa.
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sorascript · 23 hours ago
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Full Circle [ 1 / 2 ]
iwaizumi x reader, fluff, university!au, female reader
WC: 4.5k
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“I have a problem.” 
“You have a problem?” Mila leans back in her seat, swirling her cup in her hand. “Oh, gosh, what could that be?” 
It’s mid-afternoon and there are definitely better ways to spend a sunny day out than ruminating about the biggest, most horrible problem in your life right now, but you’re in the midst of a crisis and this is the only thing you know how to do. Mila’s sitting across from you, staring at you pointedly. All your essays lay forgotten on the table in light of your most simultaneously most recent and most ancient problem, namely—
In the words of fifteen-year-old you, that it’s, ha, not your fault that you're in love with Iwaizumi. 
You try not to think about it. The more you do, the more real it becomes, and the sicker to your stomach you grow. “You know what I’m talking about.” 
She flashes a mischievous grin, twirling a lock of hair in her finger. “No, I don’t.”
“Oh, screw you.” 
“No, really. Say it.” 
“I’m not saying it!”
“Saying what?” She blinks at you innocently. 
“Ugh, fine!” You narrow your eyes, throwing your hands into the air in frustration. “Iwaizumi. And, yes, hold the applause, how I’m sooo in love with him—” 
Mila suddenly clears her throat. 
“What.” 
“Turn around,” she whispers, eyes wide. 
A horrible sense of deja vu sends an unwelcome burst of adrenaline down your veins. You feel your blood run cold; slowly, carefully, you twist your body around in your seat. 
One, two, three—
Hm?
There’s the familiar brown countertop of the cafe you like to frequent just in front of you. Behind it, two baristas beyond it wiping down some mugs, chatting animatedly. Music playing listlessly in the background of your conversation. An empty till. A quiet cafe. As you search the room, confused, one of the baristas lifts her head to meet your gaze, so you quickly muster the best, most casual smile you can. It’s a regular day at the cafe, all completely ordinary…  
And there’s nothing behind you. You feel that flash of confusion in your chest before it hits you; you turn around with a sharp scowl. “Mila!” 
In front of you, Mila guffaws. “Sorry, sorry, I just had to!” 
“Seriously?” 
“I just wanted to tease you a little,” she confesses. “Wouldn’t it be funny if he was actually there?” 
“Not funny! Horrifying!” You shoot her the most vicious glare you can muster, but it must not be particularly vicious if she’s still grinning at you like that. “I’m revoking your rights to my cup noodle stash!” 
“Aw, not the cup noodle stash,” she says, fluttering her eyelids at you. You cross your arms and chuck a used napkin at her face, which she laughs and dodges easily. “C’mon, don’t be angry. I only made the joke because I think you have a real chance with him.” 
You rub your eyes. “Mila…” 
Ah, this again. You and Mila joke around a lot, but you’ve also grown close enough to know when to stop pushing. You look down at your hands—you feel pale. How someone can feel that way, you don’t know, but that’s certainly how you feel right now. 
Maybe it’s the overwhelming anxiety at the fact that you fear that your feelings for Iwaizumi—feelings you’ve had like a loser since you were fifteen—are becoming harder and harder to suppress as the days go by. Sometimes, when he looks up from his work to smile at you, you feel something in your chest give way. Each time Iwaizumi does something strangely tender, like lightly touch your back to guide you someplace, or lean over to gently draw a finger over your neck when explaining his sports science anatomy classes, you can’t help but feel so flustered that you're fighting off the instinct to just melt under his touch, or, worse, just blurt out how unbelievably hot he is to his face. 
The fact that he can do all this to you, make you all embarrassed in infatuation, while he feels nothing… 
It really is over for you, isn’t it? 
You feel something sharp and bitter prick at the back of your throat. It’s like Mila can read your mind, though, because the moment the despondency begins to spread, she’s leaning over to grab your hand sympathetically. The playful glint in her eye gives way to something a little more earnest. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I just… I guess I don't see why you’re so upset over it. You could just ask him out.”
“Ask him out!” You echo in sheer astonishment. “Why would I do that? Did you hear the part of the story where Iwaizumi avoided me for years after he found out I liked him?” 
“That was so many years ago! You guys weren’t even friends then.” 
“Yeah, but what’s really different now?” You run your fingers along the condensation of the cup, watching the droplets slowly fall to the surface of the table. “We’re still the same people we were then. Besides, you say it like it’s so easy.” 
“I mean, it is easy! Just go see him, call him Iwaizumi-senpai—” 
“I’m the senpai, idiot.” 
“—Yeah, but in the animes the boys like it when you do that, right? I mean, what else are we watching them for?” She ignores the pointed look you shoot her way. “As I was saying, hit him with the senpai and then be like, oh, please meet me on the rooftop, I have something important to say to you, and then tell him you love him. Easy.” 
“We’ve been watching too much shoujo anime,” you groan. “And besides, Mila, this is real life. It doesn’t work that way, you know.” 
“It does when he’s in love with you!” 
“He is not in love with me!” 
Mila widens her eyes at you incredulously. “Did you see the way he looked at you when you opened the door that night? The cooking date?” 
“It wasn’t a date,” you argue. “And he looked at me like, I don’t know, a normal person.” 
She gasps. “Are you crazy? I think you very well knocked the wind out of his chest, my friend.” 
“You’re crazy, and have you been watching Ouran without me? I think it’s distorting your idea of romance,” you huff, blowing a strand of loose hair from your eyes. 
“Besides, Mila, I promised him I wouldn’t be weird about this. The last thing he needs is a senior who’s all lovestruck about him. Like all the freshman girls are. I’d…” Your hands fall to the table and you sigh. “I’d just be a nuisance.” 
Her eyes seem to soften. “C’mon, you know that’s not true.” 
“He’s foreign, and he’s cute,” you say, biting your lip. “Let’s face it—I’m nothing special to him. Just an embarrassing senior who gave him the worst confession of his life.” 
“No!” She interjects. “That’s not true. He spends so much time with you. You’re like a, um, a familiar fixture.” 
“Yes,” you say, closing your eyes briefly. “If by familiar fixture you mean just someone from his past.” 
“Hey, don’t talk like that.” 
“No, really. It’s, like, if he was just some hot guy, it’d be fine. But he’s my friend! And I like him a lot as a friend. Why would I do something I know is destined for failure and... and... lose him as a friend too?” You shoot her a weak smile, voice going quiet. “Besides, have you seen all those other girls who hit on him? The ones at his games? How could I... how could I even try to compete?”
“You know, I have seen them,” she tilts her head in something akin to sympathy. “And you’re way better!” 
“Thank you, Mila. I mean it. But I just…” You let out a watery laugh. “I just don’t think I have a shot.” 
And there it is—Mila’s disapproving gaze on you from across the table, which you appreciate for her support, but honestly? You’re kind of exhausted. This is a conversation you’ve had with yourself a billion times, and each time, you see the truth clear as day. 
You’re hopelessly in love with Iwaizumi, and he does not like you back. 
For a moment, you let your eyelids flutter shut. Not a foolproof escape from the situation at hand, but at least it’s something. 
After all these years, you’re still a fifteen-year-old lovestruck Iwaizumi fan hiding in the crowds at his games, that’s what you are. While Iwaizumi is out there, meeting new people and playing volleyball and being one of the nicest guys alive, you’re stuck in the summer of a few years past.
Iwaizumi’s familiar brown eyes surface to mind and you’re rubbing your bleary eyes once more. Guilt swirls through your head. Aren’t you basically deceiving him, promising him that you wouldn’t like him while being so unbelievably lovestruck?
The sheer shame accompanying the thought has your eyelids fluttering open. Across from you, Mila is still staring at you with something akin to a gentle pity as she tilts her head and frowns.
“It’s all good, Mila.” You quickly plaster on your best smile. “Hey, didn’t you say you had to meet someone? Wait, isn’t today the cute lab partner?” 
She gives you a soft smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “Yeah, I know. Okay, I have to go, but tonight, we’ll also come back to this.” 
“Okay,” you tell her, although you’re not sure if you really mean it. 
Mila squeezes out of her seat. “I’m serious, you know.” 
“Yes, Mila,” you reassure, waving at her. In less than a second, in sizable heels, she’s striding through the glass doors and shooting you a small wave from outside. You return the gesture, maintaining your smile until she finally disappears from view. 
You exhale, looking down at your lap. 
Well, you know the truth for certain. Anyway, you’ve fulfilled your official duties as Iwaizumi’s mentor. Maybe you should just cut off contact with him? Maybe you should tell him the truth? You sink back into your seat, back melding into the soft cushion of the chair, ready to ruminate in all your misery—
There’s a knock on the table. “A-hem,” comes a voice. 
Huh? You turn back to the seat across you, which has a hand laying across the top. There’s a boy in front of you. Who is he? 
“Hi,” he greets. 
You glance around for clues, but turn up with nothing. You give a polite nod instead. “Oh, hello. Sorry, um…” 
“Sorry,” he says, pleasantly. “Is anyone sitting here?” 
“No,” you say, still a little dumbfounded. “I’m leaving soon too, actually. If you’re waiting on someone else, they can take my seat.” 
“No!” He responds, a little too quickly, before recollecting himself. “Oh, I’m Thomas? We share a theology class together? I was just hoping we could talk for a bit.” 
Inwardly, you sigh. You were hoping that you would get to be alone to just sulk for a while—but you guess if a classmate needs help with school, it’s plain courtesy to at least hear him out. 
“Sure,” you agree weakly. “How can I help you?” 
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“I have a problem.” 
“Oh, yeah?” comes the familiar voice, crackling through the receiver. “When do you not, eh, Iwa-chan?” 
Iwaizumi clenches his phone tighter around hand. “Shut up, Shittykawa. This—this is an emergency.” 
“An emergency?” He can practically see Oikawa perk up over the phone, straightening at the mention of romance. “About her?” 
Iwaizumi sighs. “Yes.” 
When Iwaizumi thinks of Oikawa’s ego exploding over having been asked for advice from, he nearly wants to slap the stupid out of himself. To think that he’s sunk this low over… over something so juvenile. A stupid schoolboy crush he can’t get rid of. 
But it’s too late to go back on asking Oikawa, and anyway, it’s worse than just a schoolboy crush. It’s a stupid schoolboy crush on someone he once rejected. A stupid schoolboy crush that has him suddenly waking up from dreams he’s reluctant to tell anyone else about, trying not to force the memory of your sweet scent from when he stood so stomach-gnawingly close to you in that kitchen he could feel your warmth permeating into him... 
Okay, fine. So maybe it’s not so schoolboy. And maybe it’s not just a crush, either. 
But it’s not like he can do anything about it—you’ve firmly grounded him into the friendzone of your mind and told him not to move. If only your efforts to ground yourself into the friendzone of his mind were quite as successful, then maybe he wouldn’t be acting like a fool right now, pining endlessly, trying to forget every moment of that dinner you shared together. 
A strangely intimate moment that you both walked away from with… nothing. Absolutely nothing. That night, he’d left without the guts to have said anything, and you sent him to the door with that same pretty smile on your face as you waved him goodbye. As he walked home, he cursed himself for landing in this stupid situation. He’s hung out with you so often, liked you so much, and yet all he is now to you is a regular kouhai. A young, clueless boy who’s constantly asking you for help with classes, yearning to see you constantly under the guise of these stupid excuses he’s sure you see through anyway.
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says. “In all seriousness, just do something nice for her. She sounds like a nice person. Get her flowers or buy her a meal and then just tell her you like her.” 
Iwaizumi exhales. “Do you think I haven’t tried that? Dude, you suck at this.” 
“I do not suck at this! You suck at this. You’re the one asking me for advice.” 
“...” 
“Uh, Iwa-chan? Was my reply that clever?” 
“Shut up, Oikawa.” 
Because in the dim sunlight streaming through the cafe he’s walking next to, illuminating your hair softly, there you are. 
But that’s not the problem. 
The problem is the tall, well-dressed guy making himself comfortable in the seat opposite yours. He watches as you nod at him, offering a smile—a pretty smile, he thinks—and Iwaizumi can’t help but feel the fresh panic sink into his body. 
Is it over? 
He keeps watching, Oikawa finally silent over the phone. His palm aches with the pressure of his fingers curled up into them. This—this asshole, he’s chatting you up for sure, all sleazy words and attempts to lean over and brush your hair over your ear. 
Iwaizumi nearly feels that strange mixture of urgency and irritation surge through his veins at the mere sight, and any words he might have said wilt in the edge of his throat. He can faintly hear Oikawa echoing are you there? into the speaker, but can’t seem to focus on it properly. Not with you here, looking down uneasily as you neatly dodge his hand, nervously tucking your hair behind your ears as you say something to the boy. 
Iwaizumi watches for a second, waiting with bated breath for any signs of coercion or violence, but the boy opposite you merely says something and you look back down uneasily. 
Well, he hopes it’s uneasily. To tell the truth, from this angle, he can’t quite make out your expression clearly, and it’s definitely not strong enough for him to denounce the boy opposite you as a creep. (Even though Iwaizumi is 99% sure that he is.) All things considered, you’re in a public space, so the chances of you getting into a dangerous situation is fairly low. And it’s not like he’s your boyfriend or anything, so why the hell does he feel this way?
Iwaizumi curls his fingers into a fist and looks away. The quad before him is vast and empty.
Fine, he’ll say it. He’s jealous. You’ve been here longer. He feels his hands clench into fists at the thought that, of course there are guys who ask you out, guys who are closer to you than he is, maybe even guys who have held your hand or cooked you dinner or fondly walked you home from the library at night. It’s not your fault that you’re so kind to everyone, ever patient, always looking so pretty that Iwaizumi has to fight off the thought every time the two of you meet. 
It’s not your fault that Iwaizumi has come to like you so much. 
But logic is no match for the rapidly bubbling vat of emotions in his chest, and as Oikawa resumes his chiding over the phone for being a coward and starts telling him to “just man up” and confess to you, because “she’s just your mentor, and this isn’t like you, dude”… 
The words are spilling out of his mouth before he can swallow them back down. 
“Shut up, Shittykawa! It’s not my fault that I had to go and fall in love with my university mentor!” 
Silence. 
Behind him, the faint sound of a bell jingling as the door swings shut. In front of him, in the reflective surface of the glass, you. 
You, standing there, wide-eyed and blushing with a hand cupped loosely over your mouth. Iwaizumi freezes. A moment passes as he looks at you, and you look at him, and then he looks away at the quad just by his side—
And then he bolts. 
Crap. Damn. Shit. Immediately, on pure instinct, Iwaizumi turns the corner and begins dashing back to… wherever that isn’t here, in front of a girl he really likes who’s so earnestly promised him that they’ll never date. But still, he hears your voice. 
“Iwaizumi!” You’re yelling, and he can hear the telltale sound of your shoes pounding against the pavement. “Why are you running? Wait!” 
There’s a familiar burn in his calves as he takes flight through the buildings and the fields. Iwaizumi knows he can outrun you, so he keeps going, but damn you actually do put up a pretty good fight. There’s an opening on his left but as he turns he can see you run to that alley so he instinctively veers right and then—
A dead end. 
“Hah…” You grin, words coming out breathlessly. “Perks of being a senpai and—huff—knowing the building layout slightly—huff—better than you do.”
There’s no way out anymore. Shit. Time to say goodbye to knowing you forever. Iwaizumi’s head is churning like a tornado. 
“You said you—” 
“I like you a lot, yeah,” he murmurs, running a hand over his face in distress. He doesn’t want to meet your gaze. 
“Iwaizumi—”
“Shit,” he mutters, facing the wall in his guilt and then turning back to you. “Look, I'm really sorry. I know we were clear from the start about not being involved like that but I—I couldn’t help it because you’re really—I mean, you’re such a wonderful person and I hope we can just forget about it and move on because you’ve been a great mentor and—’
“I like you too.”
“What?”
For the first time that afternoon, Iwaizumi thinks he hears the birds sing.
You let out a soft laugh. He summons the courage of superheroes, of adventurers, of anyone who is offering, to meet your eyes. 
And there you are. 
Hair fluttering slightly in the wind, framing a bright yet soft smile, face pink from maybe a mixture of the running and embarrassment from what you’ve just said. Obviously, it’s not possible for him to forget what you look like every time you two depart, but sometimes it feels that way—because every time he sees you, the way you look, that slight, inquisitive tilt to your head belying all the warmth and kindness and wit he’s come to know—he stumbles headfirst into the same fluttery feeling of that night, just the two of you, in your kitchen, again and again and again. 
You step a little closer to him, and he feels something in his chest pick up. 
“You mean you didn’t know?” You tease. “You’re a couple years late, buddy.”
“But you said you wouldn’t—you said you wouldn’t like me!” 
“I said I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you say, fumbling with your hands. “So I wouldn’t make any passes. But I—I do like you. I’m not reading this incredibly wrong, am I?” 
“N—no!” He quickly reassures. “But… but has it really been since then?”
You look up thoughtfully, but there’s an almost sarcastic edge to your voice that slowly softens. “Well, I was only fifteen, and we didn’t really know each other, but I've always—well, there’s always been something there for me, I guess. You’re a really good guy, Iwaizumi, the kind that’s hard to come by.”
Shit. Iwaizumi feels like he might pass out. 
A beat of silence. Iwaizumi’s eyes dart away for a split second before he looks back at you, but all that comes to mind is: “Um, you can call me Hajime.”
Your eyes light up. “Haj—” 
“Can I call you Hajime too, Iwa-chan?” 
Shit. Damn. To all hell. 
How did he forget to end the call? 
“Oikawa, go die,” he mutters into the phone, and then just as he moves to hang up, you’re stepping closer. 
“Oikawa!” You exclaim. “It’s you! Hi!” 
“It is me! Hey! How are ya?” 
Iwaizumi looks up at you. “Wait, you know him?” 
All of a sudden, you glance at the ground, a faint but sheepish smile spreading across your face. “Oikawa once came to talk to me after a match in our senior year. Kept nosing around about why I was always there. So I told him.” 
Iwaizumi blinks at you once, and then twice. 
Flustered, you go on. “One of the reasons why I came to respect you so much is because I found out you didn’t tell anyone after it happened… Lots of guys try to throw around confessions like an achievement, you know?” 
Iwaizumi inhales, exhales. He turns to you with a quick “sorry” before turning back to his phone, murmuring a string of swear words like that he hopes you don’t hear. (Across from him, you let out another laugh, and—well, you always sound cute when you laugh.)
Oikawa’s annoying laugh spills through the phone. “Have fun, Iwa-chan! And congratulations to you both!” And then he’s gone. 
Iwaizumi’s frozen, trying to make sense of the sheer absurdity of the situation, raking a hand through his hair. He can’t believe—this is ridiculous. Is this really true? You like him? After everything he’s worried about, thought about, everything he’s dreamt about late at night in despair?
Then he hears it—your gentle laughter, floating through the air over to him, and it’s like everything is okay again. 
He glances at you, before he softens into a chuckle, and then finally, the both of you are looking at each other, laughing, you with your hand over your mouth and your eyes drawn to his. 
It hits him, finally. It’s real, it’s all real. 
Iwaizumi inhales deeply, clenches his fingers into a fist, and then steps closer to you. You’re running a finger under the strap of your tote bag, a sign that you’re nervous despite the ease you’re trying to project, to comfort him with. His heart swells with the thought that you’re always doing that, trying to put him first, trying to consider his feelings before yours. And now, he knows that you like him. Someone like you likes him! He’s dizzy with inertia, but he supposes that, given everything that’s happened, he should probably be the first to say something. 
(It’s the least of what you deserve after everything you’ve done for him.)
So he reaches out to you, for your hand, shoving away his hammering heartbeat, trying not to get distracted by how pretty you look under the Californian sunlight. “Hey,” he finally says. “You know, this isn’t how I would’ve wanted to do it, and I know I shouldn’t have made you wait for so long, but do you think I... I don’t know, I could take you on a date one of these days? A real one?” 
A laugh slips from your mouth. “A real one?” 
Iwaizumi tucks a bashful smile underneath his hand for a moment. “Well, one that we both acknowledge is a date. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” 
“There’s nothing to make up for, Iwaizumi.” Your eyes crinkle slightly at the edges as you smile, nodding. “And, yes, I’d love to go on a date with you.”
Iwaizumi grins, looks down, and runs a finger carefully over the back of your hand, an act of treasuring you, almost. As the both of you stand in this small alleyway, the two of you facing each other as you did all those years ago in your first-year high school classroom, his chest so warm and full at the thought of liking you and finally getting to bring you out on a date as something more than friends… 
Whether it be the kind heavens, this strange destiny, or anything else in the universe, Iwaizumi can’t help but say a silent thank you to whoever allowed this prophecy to finally come full circle. 
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“So how do I know if it’s a date?” He groans. 
You never thought that you, of all people, would be giving someone dating advice. 
But it seems love makes people fools—as you’re well aware—and so here you are, legs loosely crossed over each other, smiling at the younger boy sitting across the table. 
He’s Iwaizumi’s mentee for this year’s orientation mentor-mentee programme. He isn’t from Seijoh, but he did play volleyball, and so on account of that he and Iwaizumi were automatically bros from first meeting. It’s this kind of bond, you suppose, that has Iwaizumi agreeing to ask if you would come and meet him so you could give him girl advice. 
You’ve spoken through his anxieties and struggles and confusions, and honestly? You thought you and Iwaizumi were doing a pretty good job. But a question like this? You and Iwaizumi share a brief look before a grin curls up his lips—one that you’re sure is mirrored on your own. 
“You don’t,” the both of you say, nearly together, and in the midst of glancing at one another and then smiling, his fingers find yours under the table and you wonder how you ever got so lucky. 
Later, after the boy has left and you’ve doled out hand cream straight into the palm of a strangely pleased Iwaizumi, you find yourself fidgeting with the base of your plastic cup of coffee and feel a strange sense of deja vu wash over you. 
“What are you thinking about?” He says, tapping your cup just out of reach. 
Your fingers still over the table, now without an object to fiddle with. The stillness forces your head to calm. What are you thinking about? You can’t quite put your finger on it, for some reason. 
“Nothing,” you finally say, turning to look at him. “Hey, are you still coming over for dinner tonight?” 
“You bet,” he tells you, offering a brief grin. “Promised I’d cook for you, remember?” 
You let a little chuckle slip from your lips as you shift your body to face him completely. “So which is it tonight? Beef yakiniku or salmon teriyaki?” 
“Hey,” he warns. His hands, now freshly moisturised, find yours again. “I’m learning more stuff.” 
“Yeah, I know, kinaesthetically.”
He looks down at your lap, where your fingers are intertwined, and a smile rises to his lips. “Watch it! I’m cooking something new for tonight, you know.” 
“No way,” you gasp, tone verging on teasing. “Really? A new dish? The great Iwaizumi Hajime’s cooking will be mine?” 
“More like the great Iwaizumi Hajime himself is yours,” he says, and then wrinkles his nose at just how cliche it sounds. 
“Lame,” you laugh, smacking his arm lightly. He grins at you. “And are you sure about that?” 
He nudges you with his shoulder. “Always has been,” he insists. 
“Even in the first year of high school?” You tease, glancing up at him. 
He hums, running his thumb over your fingers tenderly, before lifting his head to meet your gaze with a gentle grin. “Uh, I’ll have to get back to you on that one.” 
“Hajime!” 
He laughs again, and it’s a low, pleasant sound that makes you feel a little lightheaded. His hand is holding yours firmly now, fingers fully intertwined with yours. 
“Yes,” he tells you, and your stomach blooms with warmth. “Even then.”
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Taglist: @mimi-cee-hq​
A/N: y/n and iwaizumi re-enacting that one vine:
iwaizumi: aaaaaAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
you: why are you running? WHY are you running????
It’s finally here! Thank you to everyone who showed me so much patience and support, particularly those who were so kind about encouraging me to take my time. I know it’s no masterpiece, but I think I’ve messed around with it for long enough and did my best with what I had, so I hope you guys at least find it a little satisfactory as an ending.
I’m also working on another fic, so I hope you guys will look out for that. take care everyone! :D
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sugasshaay · a day ago
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can u write aboute iwas boobs .
I hate you I can't believe you're making me do this.
Character(s): iwaizumi.hajime
Type: i have no idea but I guess fluff??
Warnings: man boobs and the use of the word boobs a little too much.
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We all know iwaizumi has huge boobs. It's something he gets comments about everywhere. On the internet or in real life.
Whenever he posts any photos or videos of himself people (like you) go completely crazy. Talking about how they'd pay to suck on his boobs or just to squeeze them. And whenever he goes to the gym he's always met with people asking him to "help them" do a specific exercise. And would touch him all over, and they're eyes are always go up and down looking completely awestruck. Even his female friends are jealous because they literally jiggle??? His male friends make fun of him but deep down they are also jealous because he can easily get women without even trying.
He's not dumb. He knows about all these little things and he's kind of proud of himself for it. And he loves the attention so much, but he'd never admit that to anyone. He'd try to be subtle and do these little things to keep everyone's attention on him. Like wearing skin tight tops, and do the very famous act we all love: lifting the shirt up when working out.
Iwaizumi thought he heard it all, have seen it all. But he was so wrong when he met you. You were just, different? But not in a good way. You'd post about him in the internet with unbelievably inappropriate captions. And the tweets that you post publicly about him could drive him nuts. Most mornings he wouldn't need an alarm when you're there. You'd wake up and rest your head on one boob and your hand squeezing the other. Your pet cat only likes him because his boobs reminds them of their mother. And would climb on his lap to try and suckle on his boobs. And he can't try to kick the cat away because they'd get mad.
His boobs are your personal pillows and stress relief squishy. And you're completely unashamed of this.
You should be so glad he loves you because Lord the things he'd do if he didn't.
See you next time
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ᴘᴏʀɴsᴛᴀʀ ᴀᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs : ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ x ғᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : sᴍᴜᴛ, ғʟᴜғғ 
sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs : ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ғɪʟᴛʜʏ sᴍᴜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀs ᴘᴏʀɴsᴛᴀʀs.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
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ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ 
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄʟᴏᴠᴇʀ 
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛsᴜ ᴋᴀɪsᴇɴ 
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀs 
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴅʀ. sᴛᴏɴᴇ 
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍɪs 
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ɢᴇɴsʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ 
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
sʜɪɴɢᴇᴋɪ ɴᴏ ᴋʏᴏᴊɪɴ 
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ʙᴜɴɢᴏᴜ sᴛʀᴀʏ ᴅᴏɢs 
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ғʀᴇᴇ!
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ʙᴏᴋᴜ ɴᴏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
ᴋɪɴᴋs : ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇᴅ
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Your friends often ask how you get your job done, being surrounded by the tall, good-looking men that make up Japan’s volleyball team.
While, yeah, one wink from Atsumu could turn someone to soup and a rare smile from Sakusa could make someone weak in the knees, they weren’t the real distraction.
To you, at least.
No, the real problem was team Japan’s athletic trainer.
Dressed in simple black slacks and a dark polo, Iwaizumi Hajime puts these world class athletes to shame. He’s got this…air about him. Something powerful and commanding, which you suppose is necessary in training Olympians.
(Not to mention he’s got muscles so perfectly toned, they might as well have been sculpted from clay.)
You’ve known Iwaizumi for a little over a year now, your careers in sports medicine often overlapping. He goes to you when his athletes are feeling less than 100%, and you fix them. You, in turn, send healthy or recovered athletes to him so they stay that way.
You’ve corresponded frequently over email and the phone, sure, but now you’re both official staff members for team Japan’s men’s volleyball team. The athletic trainer and the physiotherapist. Now you see him at least four times a week - in person - as the Olympics steadily approach.
In fact, he’d driven you to practice today, picking you up from the clinic and walking into the gymnasium carrying both your bags of equipment.
Because Iwaizumi Hajime isn’t just hotter than a seatbelt buckle on a summer’s day, he’s also nice.
To you, at least.
While he won’t hesitate to bark at men like Ojiro or Ushijima, cut sharp glares at troublemakers like Hoshiumi or Miya, or boss around stubborn types like Kageyama or Sakusa, he’s not like that with you.
When a ball flies anywhere in your general vicinity, he’s there, swatting it away with his clipboard or catching it, whipping it back at whoever’s responsible. When you’re having trouble stuffing your equipment into your bag, he’s holding it shut so you can yank the zipper up. When your water bottle looks like it needs refilling, he’s holding up his empty one (though you swore it was at half a few seconds ago) volunteering to take yours to the fountain.
Worst of all, when it’s loud, he leans closer when you talk to him. Close enough that you can catch a whiff of his cologne, close enough that you can see the flecks of colour in his pretty eyes. He winds a strong arm around you, placing a gentle - respectful - hand on the small of your back to pull you just a little closer.
The warmth of his hand there, the proximity of his face to yours…it never fails to make your heart flutter a little in your chest.
Sure, you’ve currently got your hands all over Bokuto, smoothing kt tape over his thick traps, but you can’t help when your eyes wander to where Iwaizumi is seated, absorbed in the notes on his clipboard.
He just looks so good, the muscles in his arms flexing slightly whenever he moves his pen across the paper, lips pressed into a tight line. He only does that when he’s contemplating something, and you make a note to ask him about it after—
“Why’re you always starin’ at our trainer like that?” Bokuto questions, looking over his shoulder at you. Your face heats up slightly at being called out— you really hadn’t thought you were that obvious. “Do you…like him or something?”
Your hands fall from the athlete’s shoulders as he turns his entire body to look at you now. He doesn’t look or sound like he’s teasing, seeming genuinely curious with his question.
Atsumu, seeming to smell gossip, saunters over with a lopsided grin on his face. “We talkin’ about your obvious crush on Biceps over there?”
“I do not have a crush, Miya,” you lie, absolutely not staring at Iwaizumi’s biceps or admiring the way they strain slightly against his shirt sleeves. “We’re friends. Hajime is my friend.”
Atsumu’s brows raise up behind his bangs as you hand Bokuto his shirt. “Oh, so he’s Hajime, but the two of you are ‘just friends?’”
“Why did you put that in air quotes? It’s true!”
“You still call me Miya, but you’ve touched me more places than any other woman ever! Are you saying Hajime’s touched you in even more places?”
“No! O-of course not!” You sputter, shaking your head. “I don’t like him like that. He’s just too—” You gesture vaguely towards your friend, a frustrated noise slipping past your lips. He’s the definition of tall, dark, and handsome, but like hell you’re going to say that to Miya.
“Too what?” Atsumu prods, grinning widely.
“Too— too tall,” you reason stupidly.
Bokuto just pats your shoulder sympathetically as Atsumu throws his head back, laughing much too loudly. “Too tall? Well, everyone’s the same height in bed.”
“Stop!” You groan, hiding your face behind your hands.
“Miya! Bokuto!” Iwaizumi snaps, a grimace marring those pretty lips of his. “Get your asses over here, water break is over.”
Bokuto and Atsumu exchange a look that says ‘yikes,’ the latter muttering, “Maybe if he gets laid, he’ll go a little easier on us.”
Atsumu flashes you a grin, and you swear your heart stops beating. “Don’t say anything. Atsumu.” You try to plead, but the setter’s already walking away, shooting you a thumbs up. “Atsumu!”
You have the overwhelming urge to melt into the floor. If you weren’t getting paid to take care of them—
You’re forced to look on in horror as Atsumu grips his trainer on the shoulder. You can’t hear what they’re saying, but your stomach drops when he nods his head back towards you.
You pretend to busy yourself, picking up whatever’s closest to you and gagging when it happens to be Bokuto’s forgotten knee pads.
When you look up again, eyes a little watery, your eyes meet Iwaizumi’s.
Hajime’s.
Your hot, very nice friend Hajime. Who carries your bags and smells like expensive cologne. Whose face seems stuck in a permanent grimace, though it always softens into a smile when he picks you up in the afternoon for practice.
Your hot, very nice friend Hajime who smirks a little as Atsumu walks away. Who keeps eye contact with you as he lifts the hem of his shirt to swipe at the sweat on his bottom lip, granting you a peek at the defined ridges of his abs—
Your very hot, very nice friend Hajime who is walking over to you now, holy shit.
“Hey.”
You toss the kneepads away, swiping your hands across your pants and trying your best to fix your hair. “Hi.”
He shifts his weight a little, gaze flickering over your face. Your brows, the slope of your nose, your lips, as if he’s studying you. “You free later today?”
You blink a few times. “I—”
“Great, I’ll pick you up at seven. For dinner.”
You nod and relax a little (barely). Dinner is okay. Dinner is easy. You’ve had dinner with your very hot, very nice friend Hajime before. Maybe you’ll stop by a few street vendors or grab some indulgent fast food.
He nods once, gently touching your arm. “So it’s a date. Wear something nice.”
Wait—
What?
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kageyuji · 5 months ago
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flustering him
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⤷ oikawa, akaashi, kenma, iwaizumi; [gn!reader]
warnings/genre: fluff, pda (iwaizumi + kenma), oiks and the reader are in the shower together but it’s not sexual, mentions of jealousy in iwa’s
notes: please reblog !! i’ll pinky promise to give u my first born <3 /j
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━━ oikawa;
call him pretty boy. call him pretty boy. call-
he’s really easy to fluster tbh he just won’t admit it
1000/10 v cute when he’s flustered
“baby?” he hums, stepping into the living room, where you’re currently sitting. your eyes don’t leave the tv screen, though you’re listening to him nonetheless.
“yeah?” you respond, eventually looking over to him. a towel hangs around his hips, his hair dripping, and a bottle of his shampoo in one hand.
“you- uhm,” it’s now that you notice the blush coating his cheeks, turning the tips of his ears pink. “do you wanna wash my hair?”
it takes a moment for you to understand. earlier, he’d mentioned the long day he’d had, and you assumed that’s why he disappeared to the bathroom to shower. you were right... partially, anyway.
you smile. “yeah, i’ll be there in a minute.”
it didn’t take long before you were stepping into the shower behind him, letting him press a quick kiss the the place between your eyebrows, losing your hands in his wet hair.
he sighs as he leans into you and rests his forehead into the crook of your neck. you can feel his breath against your skin, the ghost of his lips.
“what, do you like that?” a bubbly laugh escapes you.
oikawa doesn’t answer, he just hums as you continue you run your nails through his hair. when you get out, you’ll assume the red coating his face is from the heat of the water... you’ll be wrong.
━━ akaashi;
he’s so soft !! (and easy to fluster)
it’s easier to fluster him in public but it’s so much more fun to do it in private, you’ll get more of a reaction
as opposed to the “akaashi.exe has stopped working” you’ll get in public
“do you know where my—” akaashi didn’t finish the sentence. he had his answer now, emerging from your shared bedroom and his eyes landing on his sweatpants.
the sweatpants that you were wearing.
“hm?” you asked innocently, momentarily unaware of why he was staring at you. “oh, i can take them off if you want. they just looked comfy.”
“no!” akaashi said all too quickly, and then again quieter. “no, you can leave them on. i have a different pair somewhere.”
you just stared at him for a while, trying to make sense of the look on his face. for a moment, you thought that he was anxious or... maybe embarrassed? you couldn’t quite tell.
what you were sure of, however, was that his face was dusted pink all the way to the tips of his ears, and he was playing with his fingers.
he was about to disappear back into the bedroom when you spoke again.
“is everything alright?”
he cleared his throat as his eyes darted to the ground. “yeah, i’m okay. i’m alright.”
━━ iwaizumi;
if you try to fluster him it won’t work, it’s honestly just random, seemingly insignificant things that make him malfunction
tbh though you can just kiss him and he short circuits </3
also pda,, any small amount of pda,,
“y/n!” iwaizumi called, maneuvering through the crowd of people. it always got like this after games.
despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile on his face. a similar expression crossed your face as he finally reached you. his hand found the small of your back and he pulled you towards him, staring directly at the random guy that had decided to start flirting with you.
“hi, i’m iwaizumi.” he said, giving a tense smile and holding out his hand.
the stranger introduces himself as well and moves to shake your boyfriend’s hand. you watched iwaizumi’s knuckles turn white with how hard he gripped the other guy’s hand.
its a rare occasion that iwaizumi gets jealous. nevertheless, it’s almost heartbreaking after the fact; he gets insecure and cuddly, giving you a pitiful look that you wouldn’t be able to find in any other situation.
you grab his hand, causing him to look over at your beaming face. a blush begins to creep across his face, but that’s not what does him in.
“he’s actually my boyfriend.” you say, still smiling, like he’s the best thing that ever happened to you.
there might have been more to the conversation — iwaizumi’s not sure, he’s still processing what just happened. the smile on your face is imprinted in his mind by now, but he doesn’t have any complaints about that.
the guy makes up a quick excuse and leaves, giving you an opening to press a quick kiss to iwaizumi’s cheek and begin pulling him away.
━━ kenma;
pls kiss him while he’s streaming
or really just do anything affectionate while he’s on stream
words cannot describe the pride the fills his chest when his chat explodes with compliments about you, saying how lucky he is
from the next room, you could hear kenma talking and the loud clicks of his keyboard. what you failed to notice was the time; you assumed he was talking to his friends, not streaming.
you knocked lightly on the door, walking on in before he could even answer. he took his headset off on one side and his eyes flicker over to you. a smile crosses his face.
“i’m almost done,” he says. “i cant really pause right now.”
“that’s fine, just missed you.”
you make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him and setting your chin atop his head. you move to press a kiss to his temple, then glance at his screen. it’s then that you notice that he was not, in fact, just talking to his friends.
you feel your face heat up. quickly, you step out of view of the camera and almost begin to apologize. the laugh that escapes kenma is what stops you.
“i’ll be done soon, promise.” he says, and there’s no denying the blush on his face. kenma looks back over to his computer screen, seeing the comments flood it.
‘wait was that y/n!!!!?!!??!’
‘STFU THEY’RE SO PRETTY??’
‘if he treats them wrong i’m right here </3’
needless to say, “i want someone to look at me like kodzuken looks at y/n” became a popular template for a while.
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nymphobunnie · 23 days ago
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𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋
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+ drabble. 409 words.
+ contains. soft dom iwaizumi hajime.
+ warnings. breeding kink, fem reader, praise, dumbification, afab reader, slight possessiveness, dacryphilia.
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His eyes are trained on your face, watching each and every one of your expressions contort into one filled with pleasure.
He just can’t bring himself to look away, not with the way your eyes roll into the back of your head or when your tongue lulls out as he expertly grinds his cock against all your sensitive spots — the tip repeatedly prodding at your g-spot.
“You like that don’t you, princess?” He grunts out, desperately trying to hold back the urge to fill you up as he fucks your cunt at an animalistic pace.
It left you breathless, and you couldn’t do anything else but cling onto him, your head thrown back against the mattress while his heated gaze stayed glued to your pitiful expression.
You were a slobbering mess all for him, tears rolling down your flushed cheeks and drool seeping out the side of your mouth as he pulled yet another orgasm from you, the feeling making your back arch of the bed while your thighs twitched and quivered around his hips.
“Fuck.. clampin’ down on me so much, baby. it’s like you’re tryna milk my cock, is that what you want? You want me to fuck you full of my cum, pretty girl?”
The teasing was clear in his tone, but your head was too muddled to find any sort of witty retort.
On of your hands loosens it’s hold on your sheets to drape over your face and hide your flustered expression. But before you could move he already had them pinned to the bed, a dark look in his eyes as he grips your chin.
“Tsk, don’t try and hide from me, sweetheart.” He growls out.
“You know the rules, I want you to look at me — look at me while I fuck your pretty pussy, while I show you exactly who you belong too.”
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hailsakusa · a month ago
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𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐣𝐨𝐡 𝟒 + 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟*𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
✞ oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, hanamaki takahiro x fem!reader(separate).
✞ cw: fem!reader, smut, fingering, oral (m->f), spitting, mentions of unprotected sex, creampie. not proofread.
✞ tagging: momo 😍😍 @yuki-no-akumu @festive (lmk if you want to be added to the list!)
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✞ 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
"when he’s sitting/laying between your spread legs."
Whether you're sitting on the bed or on the countertop, Tooru is quick to slot himself between your legs, trailing his fingers up your thigh. Sitting up, he tugs your shorts down and then he's pushing your soaked panties to the side to run calloused digits up your glistening folds and pulsing clit. Your pussy sucks in his fingers, stretching around them with a loud squelch and coating them in your juices as he smirks at your quiet whimpers.
Tooru loves having you like this because it's easier to get his mouth on you. Laying on the bed, his strong shoulders bracket your legs as he laps at your throbbing clit, your heel digging into his back when his fingers curl against your sweet spot. With two of them fucking in and out of your tight cunt, his tongue pushes and rolls against your bundle of nerves, sucking it into his mouth as you cream and clench around his fingers.
✞ 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢
"when you're sitting pretty in his lap/ between his legs"
Perched in his lap, your back to his chest and legs spread wide for him with your naked cunt on display, is how Hajime loves to finger you. You let him stick his fingers inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around them to get them nice 'n wet just like he asked so he can bury them knuckle deep inside your drooling cunt. A heavy hand wraps around your neck as he rests his chin on your shoulder, he's obsessed with seeing how greedily your pussy swallows up his thick fingers.
Hajime loves having you like this because he can feel more of you while you're sitting between his legs, lips locked in a heated kiss, practiced fingers toying with your tits. The whines slip from your mouth as he continues his assault on your puffy nipples, hips bucking on their own accord and Hajime is quick to slide a hand between your legs, fingers parting your sticky folds to rub circles into your throbbing clit. His cock stirs against your back at the loud squelch your cunt makes when he sinks his fingers inside. Your walls clench snugly around them, happy for the relief but desperate for more.
✞ 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
"when you're bent over for him"
Your face pressed into his pillows, you're damn near drooling on them as his ringed fingers work you up from behind. By now he's taught you that you should keep your hands out of his way and he gives a hum of satisfaction and a small bite to the fat of your ass for keeping them still despite seeing them twitch with the need to move. Three fingers are stuffed inside your sopping wet cunt, your toes curling as he crooks and prods them against your sweet spot.
Issei loves having you like this because when your pretty pussy drips for him, it's so easy to lean down and lap at your cunt til you're grinding against his face. His tongue and his fingers work in tandem to wring your orgasms, to have you scream your throat hoarse because of his ministrations; his tongue flicking at your clit and thick fingers plunging in and out your greedy hole.
✞ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢
"when you're laying on top of him"
Straddling his hips, tits pressed to his chest as his warm hands grope and grab whatever part of you he can. Lips locked in a kiss, you start a subtle grind, making him smirk at your impatience. He soothes you with his fingers, the slender digits spread your pussy lips with the middle one splitting the seam to gather your juices. You press yourself closer to him then, deepening the kiss and he's groaning against your mouth as you rock back against the two slender fingers buried in your wet cunt. You whine, your boyfriend swallowing up the sound as the calloused pads massage your sweet spot with an intensity that does nothing but stokes the arousal burning in your tummy.
Hiro loves having you like this because it's easy to slip inside you, to feel your walls cushion and squeeze his cock as he shoves himself to the hilt. It's also much easier to hold you steady when you start to thrash, needs to keep you still so he can wiggle a finger in alongside his length, addicted to feeling your pussy stretch around him as he grinds you on his dick until he's spilling thick spurts of cum inside you.
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sunasbabie · 8 months ago
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-ˋˏ things they do in the relationship ˎˊ-
warnings: a little suggestive
masterlist
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goes inside the bathroom when you’re showering
⤷ suga, kageyama, kuroo, yamamoto, OIKAWA, makki, yahaba, kyotani, bokuto, akaashi, ushiwaka, goshiki, shirabu, sakusa, kita, ATSUMU, SUNA, osamu, korai & sachiro
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makes dirty jokes all the time
⤷ suga, noya, tanaka, KUROO, yaku, fukunaga, mattsun, FUTAKUCHI, KONOHA, TERUSHIMA, komori, ATSUMU, SUNA & korai
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gropes you out of nowhere
⤷ kuroo, mattsun, makki, IWA, yahaba, kunimi, tendo, hayato, sakusa & SUNA
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doesn’t hide his dick from when he has a boner
⤷ kuroo, KENMA, oikawa, mattsun, makki, kyotani, futakuchi, bokuto, SAKUSA, komori, aran, ATSUMU, SUNA & SACHIRO
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proclaims his love to you 24/7
⤷ noya, tanaka, kai, yamamoto, OIKAWA, kindaichi, bokuto, kita, atsumu & korai
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plays with your ass when you’re on your stomach
⤷ yaku, kenma, oikawa, mattsun, iwa, aone, bokuto, konoha, semi, shirabu, KOMORI, aran, gin, SUNA, osamu & SACHIRO
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asks for cuddles all the time
⤷ asahi, noya, tsuki, hisashi, yams, kai, kenma, inuoka, OIKAWA, iwa, kunimi, akaashi, goshiki, SAKUSA, ATSUMU, SUNA & SACHIRO
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drools on you when he falls asleep
⤷ yams, makki, kindaichi, aone, koganegawa, akaashi, semi, reon, terushima, kita, osamu, akagi, korai & sachiro
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picks their noses in front of you
⤷ hinata, noya, fukunaga, lev, makki, futakuchi, atsumu, osamu & korai
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pees with the door opened
⤷ suga, kuroo, fukunaga, MATTSUN, MAKKI, iwa, konoha, ushiwaka, terushima, aran, suna & sachiro
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farts in front of you
⤷ daichi, kageyama, narita, KUROO, kenma, fukunaga, OIKAWA (then he blames you for it), yahaba, futakuchi, BOKUTO, konoha, goshiki, taichi, komori, aran, gin, ATSUMU, suna, osamu & sachiro
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sings off key
⤷ tanaka, hinata, yaku, oikawa, makki & gin
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sleeps practically naked
⤷ kuroo, mattsun, makki, kyotani, koganegawa, atsumu & osamu
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makes you breakfast all the time
⤷ daichi, asahi, ennoshita, yams, kai, oikawa, IWA, aone, AKAASHI, sakusa, KITA, omimi, OSAMU & SACHIRO
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bites you out of nowhere
⤷ noya, kuroo, makki, konoha, komi, tendo, OSAMU, gin, akagi, SUNA, korai & SACHIRO
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hajiberry · 7 days ago
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“even though i’m wifey you can hit it like a side chick”
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pairing: post-time skip!Iwaizumi x f!reader warnings: language, unprotected sex, nsfw, 18+ word count: 1.1k summary: sneaking away with iwa at your wedding for a quickie a/n: i was listening to 34+35 and couldn’t get this out of my head so here ya go hehe also thanks for 80 followers<3
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“This is ridiculous”, giggling, you smiled at Iwaizumi,
“Relax, everyone's too drunk at this point to notice we’re gone”, looking at you he rolled his eyes,
“I think someone is bound to notice that the bride and groom disappeared”, he said, sliding his hands to your waist, pulling you closer to him.
“Well then we gotta be quick”, you said softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips,
“Or, we could just wait till we get to the hotel”, he mumbled against your lips, pulling away you shook your head,
“You really expect me to wait another two hours when my husband looks this good”, you said, raking your eyes down his body. Chuckling he leaned back in for another kiss,
“Well I’ve been behaving myself and my wife looks this good”, giggling you kissed him again,
“Our self-control has been so good today”, laughing, he started leaving a trail of kisses down your jaw,
“So good”, he mumbled against your skin, leaning your head back, you gave him more access to your neck, “god I love you”, he said, lifting his head to press another kiss to your lips.
“I love you more”, rolling his eyes he shook his head,
“Shut up”, he said before pressing your body against the wall of whatever closet you two managed to find far enough away from the main event hall.
“Make me”, raising a brow he slid his hand further down your body,
“Oh you wanna play that?”, biting your lip, you nodded, lifting your dress a little to help him get where he wanted to be. You needed to remember to thank your wedding planner for suggesting a dress change for the reception. Lifting your leg, you loosely wrapped it around his waist, sliding his hand up your thigh he slowly inched his way to your clothed cunt.
“Aw, baby if I knew you were this wet I would've pulled you in here hours ago”, rolling your eyes, a smile tugged at your lips,
“I told you this suit did things to me baby”, you said softly,
“Yeah well, both of those dresses have been killing me all day”, toying with your underwear he slid his hand inside, dragging his finger down your soaking folds. Letting out a small whimper you looked at him,
“Cmon, I just married you don’t be mean”, letting out a light laugh, he rolled his eyes
“I was just checking if you were all talk or if I was really turning you on that much”, he said, pulling his hand out and undoing his pants. Leaning forward you started pressing kisses along his jaw,
“It’s never all talk when it comes to you baby”, smiling, he caught your lips in a soft kiss,
“Mm I know”, shifting his pants down a little he pulled his dick out, glancing down you smirked,
“Fucking finally”, looking at you he shook his head,
“I haven’t done anything yet what are you saying finally for?”, tilting your head slightly you laughed,
“Well by the looks of it it looks like your ready to do something”, raising his eyebrows he leaned in, kissing the smirk off your face,
“Does it?”, groaning you nodded,
“You better we don’t have all night yet”, laughing, he leaned forward, kissing your neck as he gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with you.
“You good?”, he asked, slowly sliding inside you, scrunching your face up you nodded, quickly adjusting,
“Perfect”, you said, grabbing his face and pressing your lips to his, it didn’t take long for the two of you to fall into a quick rhythm, hushed moans filling the small closet.
“Oh my god, fuck haji babe don’t stop right there”, you moaned against his mouth, gripping your hip he pulled your body even closer,
“You think I don’t know your sweet spot by now?”, he said against your mouth, bucking his hips right into the spot that had you close to seeing stars. It didn’t take long for you to be clawing at his suit jacket, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Dropping his head to your shoulder his mouth hung open, the small whines of his name coming from you successfully pushing him over the edge.
“Fuck I’m sorry baby”, he said, referring to the mess he made in between your legs, laughing you looked at him,
“No worries, we can start the baby-making early”, shooting you a glare, he let out a fake laugh.
“Very funny”, giggling you shoved his shoulder,
“Your the one cumming inside people”, pulling out, he rolled his eyes,
“You’re not people you’re my wife”, he said, his face immediately breaking out into a smile, “that’s gonna take some getting use to”, smiling, you nodded, starting to fix yourself back up.
“Feel free to call me your wife as much as possible till it feels natural”, looking at you he just smiled, bringing you in for another kiss,
“Oh I will”, he mumbled against your lips, pulling away your smile mirrored his,
Flattening out your dress you looked at yourself in your phone's camera before facing Iwa,
“How do I look?”, smirking down at you he shrugged,
“Like you just got fucked in a closet”, gasping you smacked his chest,
“Hajime! I’m serious”, chuckling, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead,
“You look beautiful baby”, smiling you bit your lip,
“Ready?”, he nodded, grabbing your hand, he stepped out of the closet first, looking around to make sure no one was around before leading you down the hall to the main area everyone was at. Right as you two turned a corner you saw Oikawa’s frantic figure walking down the hallway
“OH MY GOD there you two are I’ve been looking everywhere for you! What were you doi- did you two just hook up at your own wedding?”, Oikawa asked, jaw-dropping as he looked between you two.
“Mind your fucking business”, Iwa said, patting Oikawa's shoulder as he led you back into the event hall leaving his best friend stunned and disgusted.
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Who ; Shouyo, Tobio, Kei, Daichi, Yuu, Koushi, Asahi, Tadashi, Wakatoshi, Satori, Eita, Tsutomu, Koutaro, Keiji, Tohru, Lev, Kenma, Morisuke, Osamu, Atsumu, Shinsuke, Rintaro, and Kiyoomi.
Summary ; I'm still on about cum so here's some cumshot visuals.
Warnings ; nsft links, a lot of pussy, a lot of cock, a lot of cum.
Special ; Thanks to @alicesfracturedmirror for helping me with the visuals!~
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Shouyo adores the way his cum looks on your body, loves the expression you make as you watch him cover you while still coming down from your high.
Tobio loves making a mess, creaming all over your pussy with that thick warm seed of his.
Kei stills when he cums, loving the way he can feel it drip down and knowing he's stuffing you full.
Daichi cares more about making you feel good than making a mess. There's always time to clean up after.
Yuu just adores cumming in your mouth after he fucks you senseless. Your tongue is just so warm and you're so eager.
Koushi fucks you until the very last second just to bust all over you.
Asahi takes his time, works up to it and then fucks his load deep inside of you.
Tadashi please ride him and take his load, it's his favorite thing in the world.
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Wakatoshi stretches you out on his monster cock and fucks you deep and slow until he busts against your cervix.
Satori makes you spread yourself open for him so he can cum while he rubs all over your cunt.
Eita pulls out just long enough to see himself pump one good shot into you, and then fucks it all back in until you cum around him.
Tsutomu pumps you full and keeps you plugged until you're whimpering and begging him to move.
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Koutaro loves filling you up and watching it dribble down, his cum is so thick and there's always so much of it.
Keiji cums so much inside of you that it gushes out and around his cock, can't help but to jerk his hips into you as he does.
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Tohru is addicted to the way it feels to stuff you full, to fuck into you while he coats your insides with his cum.
Hajime holds you down on his cock as he cums, fingerfucks his load back into you when you squirm away from him.
Issei pulls out just so the head of his dick is against your hole, loves it when you grasp onto him as he shoots hot cum all over your pussy.
Takahiro cums deep inside of you, and makes you hold it in while he eats you out, tongues it back inside if you waste any.
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Tetsuro makes you take his load in your panties, makes you walk around all day feeling sticky with his seed.
Lev loves to see his cum ooze out of you as he pumps gush after gush right against your tight little hole.
Kenma pulls out at the last second to cum on your belly, rubs himself along your folds as he does.
Morisuke fucks you until he cums and then swirls it around your cunt with his dick, loves making a sloppy mess of you.
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Osamu starts cumming inside, pulls out just to see how pretty his load looks on your skin, and then continues to fuck the rest into you.
Atsumu cums all over your pussy and into your panties, and he cums a lot. Makes you wear them all day and teases you about how nasty you are.
Shinsuke loves fucking you during breaks and shooting his load all over you, even better if you help him out and jerk him off onto yourself.
Rintaro makes you stick your tongue out after throat fucking you so he can see how good you look with your face covered in his seed.
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Kiyoomi likes sending you videos while you're at work, or away, and tell you how much he knows you're thinking about him.
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dilf-uc · 5 months ago
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can i ask your thoughts on size kink with osamu and iwa please🤲
i’m in a silly goofy mood over this
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warnings » nsfw. minors dni. 1.1k wc. aftercare with the pretty boys included :’) size kink. cursing. mean!iwa. rough sex. mention of cervix kissing. tummy bulge yum. overstimulation. do not ignore warnings.
read kita & ushijima’s part if you want <3
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OSAMU doesn’t even know what a size kink is. or, at least he doesn’t know there’s a label for it. i feel like he’s the kind of guy who doesn’t realize just how big his dick is; just how great it is to the point that when you’re cumming so much, like over and over as a fucked out mess and around his length spasming uncontrollably. and honestly, he’d think he’s just good at it. no other reason.
like he wouldn’t think it has to do with his size, he’d just assume he’s good at what he does; making you cum.
but then he’d start to pick up on those cues when you’re moaning painfully obvious things like “fuck— you’re so big, ‘samu!” or “so big, feel so full.” oh! and there’s this one that drove him feral when you grabbed his hand while he was thrusting into you from behind, his hands originally grabbing at your love handles when you snatched one away and placed his hand on the bulging that came from his thrusts; of his big dick bottoming out inside you.
his eyes would widen and he doesn’t know what causes him to, if possible, get even harder at the sight of being so big compared to you. you’d say “you fill me up so good, ‘samu...”
that’s honestly a moment that snapped in him, getting to visually see just how well his big dick is doing inside you; how it’s making you so fucked out every time you have sex, and how it’s making you see stars.
i think you drive osamu wild if you talk about how big he is and how he’s making you feel so good with it. put both sentences together, and you won’t be able to walk the next day.
“you take me so well, pretty baby,” he’d say after you both finish, kissing your forehead. “you did so good…”
aftercare with osamu after being stretched open with his large cock every time is amazing. he asks to make sure if you’re okay, runs you a warm bath and he massages your back (after practically breaking it). oh, and sweet reassuring neck kisses are the best.
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IWAIZUMI is a fucking menace, on the other hand, when it comes to his size. this man is an ace, he’s obviously aware of how big he is and how well he does in a lot of aspects. and that includes fucking you hard enough until you’d pass out from the overstimulation and the way his dick just never seems to soften inside you. and if we’re talking about athletic trainer iwaizumi, then yeah... it’s a lost cause.
he’s so cocky with it too. that being said, iwaizumi does take into consideration if it hurts or if you genuinely can’t take him. but most of the time that doesn’t really matter to him, because he just can’t realize. your tight pussy just feels amazing wrapped around him. it drives him insane when your cunt pulsates uncontrollably around when you’re about to cum for the nth time, practically cutting off the circulation to his tip.
and whenever you’d complain just know that he’ll “make it fit.” (as he said in the first few times you fucked) which is ironic, because you’re always complaining about his size yet you’re cumming undone multiple times with a few thrusts in tow.
iwaizumi is a great fan of rough sex and just getting stress and loads of both your backs. so, he’s always using the excuse to fuck you hard because he happened to be irritated by the athletes who can be no good at work to deal with on a daily. so, it’s only naturally ‘healthy’ to let out all that pent-up load.
and by letting it out, he means inside you. every damn time.
you’d be crying out while he’s rutting into you at a relentless pace; having just got home from work with a vein popped on his forehead, he needed to let out all his frustrations.
so your back would be arched against him, hand gripping the headboard behind you and the bed is fucking moving along with you; creaking with every thrust.
and there would be tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, begging him for more.
“your tight pussy just keeps wanting more?” he’d cockily exhale, not once slowing down. “it’s like it keeps getting tighter around me every time you cum baby, you like how my big dick is wrecking your little pussy? hm?”
and what else can you do but keep taking it? he’s so big that he hits the right spots every time.
“‘so big but it feels so good, hajime!” you’d hiccup after cumming for the nth time, arms wrapped around him tighter. god, you can feel the way his top kisses your cervix with every rut.
honestly, iwaizumi loves it when you’re a moaning mess like this because of him. but he loves it, even more, when you cling to him like he’s your world, like no one else but he can make you feel good. and he’d smile softly but not slow down, not even a bit.
just because you’ve cum how you wish, doesn’t mean iwaizumi’s big dick has had enough, has released everything that frustrated him today.
and you’d just have to sit back and take iwaizumi’s big dick because that’s all your sweet little pussy can do.
rest assured, iwaizumi is the king of aftercare. once he’s done… well, using you, he’ll always ask how you’re feeling, what you need, and immediately get to cleaning the sweaty mess of cum between your legs.
he groans when you reject his offer of taking a shower together to ‘save’ water bills because you know damn well what he has planned. water bills, my ass.
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fsrintaro · a month ago
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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍
## ft. akaashi keiji, suna rintaro, bokuto koutaro, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsuro
## a/n. wrote this while listening to the highest count by Adele and damn ;-;
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AKAASHI KEIJI just falls in love with you everyday, all over again. he would come home with a bouquet of flowers, each a different one from the previous day. he loves how you accept each one from him with a bright smile to thank him and akaashi will just tell you, every single time, that you are much prettier than the flowers. beyond flowers, akaashi never fails to remind you how beautiful you are to him.
SUNA RINTARO keeps his love for you in photographs — snippets of the two of you goofing off, videos of sneaking a kiss on the other’s cheek and cute mirror selfies, evidence of your profound love for one another. “and that is,” suna muttered, fingers pinching to zoom into you slipping in the snow, “the most beautiful thing in my life.” suna says that in many other videos of his but he just never gets tired of realising over and over again that he had the chance to love you.
BOKUTO KOUTARO has always been receptive to others which is simply part and parcel of his amicable personality. no matter what you are into, bokuto would always try to pick it up just so he could watch you light up and gush about your hobby animatedly. and the best part of it all, was when the two of you would do it together — crocheting beanies or sweaters for one another, making matching bead bracelets and even sharing books with one another.
IWAIZUMI HAJIME has been married to you for 10 years, with 8 years of dating and 2 years of pining. yet, watching you devour his food graciously and showering him with kisses just reminds him of how beautiful the little moments are with you. it seemed like he discovers something new to love about you in the domestic life that the two of you shared — from the way you would carefully align your shoes next to his when you reach home to the way you sneak a kiss on his forehead when you reach over to switch off his bedside light.
KUROO TETSURO has always had a hard time resisting you and your advances, but especially so when you tap against your lips occasionally to signal to him that you want a kiss from him. to tease you, he would feign cluelessness to watch you sigh in exasperation before pulling him by the collar to seal his lips with a kiss. in the end, you always have the last laugh as you walked away from a blushing kuroo, who was just reminded of the butterflies you give him whenever the two of you kissed.
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(ㆀ˘・з・˘) likes and rbs are always appreciated <33
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augustinewrites · a month ago
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dad!iwa brainrot courtesy of none other than @hinatawa (i’m gonna do more for your asks i just had to do this first)
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when iwaizumi walks into the gymnasium, all chatter ceases, and the athletes stretching in the middle of the floor all turn to stare at him.
“what are you all looking at?” he huffs, setting the diaper bag down on the bench and parking the stroller holding his daughter beside it. the hard look on his face immediately softens when he kneels down to check on her.
she’s still gurgling happily, chewing on the edge of the blanket your mother had gotten her. “you’ll be good for two hours, right?” he coos, using his thumb to wipe some drool from her chin. “of course you will, you’re my girl.”
bringing her along to team japan’s conditioning session hadn’t been part of the plan today. but it’d been your first day off maternity leave, his mother had come down with a cold, and the two of you weren’t ready for babysitters yet.
you’d tried to stay home, but iwaizumi had argued, telling you to get your ass to work and that he’d take care of it.
so, here he is, surrounded by professional athletes and armed to the teeth with diapers, bottles of formula, and everything else he’d need for about six hours.
(because when it comes to his daughter, iwaizumi hajime comes prepared or he doesn’t come at all.)
pride swells in his chest when he explains the situation to the coach, who is instantly enamored with her the second she grabs his finger in an adorable infant handshake.
“does this mean we get to call you ‘daddy’ today?” atsumu questions cheekily, the rest of the team paling slightly as they shrink back.
the glare he cuts is a stark contrast from the soft look he’d saved for his daughter. “call me anything but my last name today, and you won’t be able to feel your legs for the next week and a half.”
the setter shuts up after that.
while coach starts running drills with the athletes, iwaizumi stands to the side with his clipboard, taking notes and keeping a close eye on his daughter. he occasionally bends down to readjust her blanket or push the stroller back and forth whenever she gets a little restless.
a quick dynamic stretch break comes 45 minutes in, and after doing a quick check in with the players, iwaizumi carefully pulls her from the stroller, cradling her in the crook of his arms as he nudges a bottle to her lips. he sways back and forth, humming quietly as she blinks up at him sleepily.
the athletes all watch in awe as they break for water, ushijima the only soul brave enough to approach their trainer.
“she’s seems to be well-adjusted to a bottle,” he observes. “how old is she now?”
“a little over six months,” he answers, grinning down at her little face, in awe of how much time has passed since she’d been born.
“ah, my son had a hard time weaning at this age.”
“yeah, well, she’s a fast learner. we’re even starting her on some solid foods,” iwaizumi tells him proudly. “we started as soon as mum decided she was going back to work.”
he flushes slightly when he realizes he’s just called you ‘mum’ in front of someone, but if anyone isn’t going to hold it over him, it’s ushijima, who simply nods and returns to the court.
(he’d done it in front of oikawa once, and he’d immediately regretted making him the godfather.)
“good job, sweetheart,” he murmurs once she’s emptied the bottle, using one hand to sling her blanket over his shoulder, maneuvering her so she’s laid against his shoulder. he rubs her back, bouncing slightly on his heels until she burps.
satisfied, he sets her in the stroller, buckling her back in and dropping a quick kiss to her forehead as she yawns, already beginning to nod off.
his heart swells as he looks at her, but his expression immediately hardens when he reaches into the bottom of the stroller, pulling out an agility ladder that makes his players groan when they see it. “break time is over, boys. try to keep the panting to a minimum, my daughter’s sleeping.”
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castor0il · 3 months ago
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More Ao3 Recs ;)
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remember to support authors works
also sorry for the brief descriptions lol, the links will have much better ones
Double U
Ushijima x reader, establish relationship, this was so fun too read, ushijima is so, so, perfect, i’m a ushijima simp you should know this by now, go read it :D completed
Something New
Ushijima x reader, Oikawa x reader, iwaizumi x reader, the love triangle alone is enough to read this one, i was so sad when this finished because it was so interesting and i wanted more, completed
Soul Searching
Multiple Characters x reader, magical au, literally any haikyuu character you can think of x reader, very very interesting concept, i rlly want an update because its sooo good, i love the idea of it too it’s so unique pls give it a read, ongoing
Fake Girlfriend
Time Skip Kenma x reader, fake dating trope, woooo this ones so good ohmygod, the tension kenma and y/n have is just- ongoing
Underground Fight Club
Iwaizumi x reader, fighter (boxer) au, best iwaizumi fic i’ve every read, i’m not joking when i say that, you can also read it on here because i think the author has tumblr but i personally prefer to read fics on ao3 but that’s just me, completed
The Wolf and the Lamb
Kageyama x reader, royal au, enemies to lovers (from what i can remember), when i tell you i fell head over heels in love with this fanfic only to realize it stopped updating in 2017, TRUST ME ITS SO GOOD, i know that’s a major red flag and you will be so pissed off if you read it and get hooked but it’s worth it, ongoing (sadly)
Moonshine and Whiskey
Tsukishima x reader, 1920s au, hasn’t updated in a little while but not too long for me to be angry tbh, i’ve never seen a 20s au so that’s why I was so interested when I read this, very unique, ongoing
Sweet Like Chocolate
Tendou x reader, neighbors to lovers (kinda?), tendou is so underrated in fanfiction, and what I mean by that is its so hard to find a nice long tendou fanfic where he isn’t yandere, this was the complete opposite of that (thank god i dislike yandere a LOT) and it met all my expectations for a fanfic, completed
Fly High, Baby!
Oikawa x reader, Iwazumi x reader, Ushijima x reader, Sugawara x reader, Kuroo x reader, Akaashi x reader, they all are in love with reader, phewww when i tell you i loved this one when i first read it, it was one of my first ao3 fics actually, it was so good, i know i say that a lot but I really do mean it, most likely gonna re read this one soon tbh :p, completed
You’re an idiot
Ushijima x reader, friends to lovers, ushijima was so so so so clueless in this, i wanted to drop kick him multiple times, ending was rlly sweet, completed
Keeping a Secret
Tsukishima x reader, enemies to lovers ;))), tsukishima made me so pissed when i was reading this, like just admit you like her?? def recommend, ongoing
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yuutitties · 4 months ago
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cw: more divorced iwa than dilf but i guess implied age gap, afab reader, exhibitionism
Part 2
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dilf!iwaizumi whose ex wife destroyed his confidence because she always talked about how she wished he still played volleyball, how he was letting himself go, comparing him to the athletes he worked on, telling him how lucky he was that she was loyal :\\\\ bad vibes!
dilf!iwaizumi who genuinely has no idea how hot he is, you work with him on the national team and its so obvious to everyone else that you’re down bad for him — half the players roll their eyes when they see you walk in, the other half are trying to get you together
dilf!iwaizumi who despite the divorce and therapy still has has a hard time shaking those feelings and always thinks you’re approaching him to be a wingman for the guys on the team :(((((
dilf!iwaizumi who is completely caught off guard when one night out with everyone at an izakaya you’re the only two left by the end, and you finally plainly tell him that you’re into him, want to date him, want him to fuck you into next week
dilf!iwaizumi who still thinks he has something to prove to you :((((( sir im down cataclysmically bad my man is so pussy drunk he’ll be down there for an hour, keeping track of how many times you’ve cum, refusing himself pleasure until you’ve cum 3 times minimum
dilf!iwaizumi whose brain disconnects from his body when you sink yourself onto his cock, he could cum on the spot but he wants to make sure its good for you, he’ll get so lost in his goal he doesn’t realize you’ve cum already
dilf!iwaizumi who falls apart hearing you beg for him, begging for him to cum inside you, his eyes go starry eyed when you ask
dilf!iwaizumi who worships your body, playing with your nipples while you ride his thigh, he swears he falls in love when he sees the tears coming out of the corners of your eyes as you gaze at him with an adoration he forgot could be directed towards him
dilf!iwaizumi who will see you stressed at work, bring you into his office and refuse to let you leave until you’re fucked out and delirious, a helpless smile across your face
dilf!iwaizumi will get nervous when there’s a new player on the team, especially if he has a large female fanbase. this man will genuinely ask if you want him instead ? you’ve been dating for months now????
dilf!iwaizumi who is confused when you drag him into the locker room in the middle of practice, push him down on the bench ride him within an inch of his life, crying out his name knowing everyone can hear you
dilf!iwaizumi who becomes very possessive of you at company parties, hand never leaving your bottom as he grows bold he doesn’t expect you to once again one up him, he groans into your neck as he feels the lack of panties underneath your dress
dilf!iwaizumi who buys you a new dress every time you let him cum on your face <33333 who is ready to get down on one knee as he watches you wipe the cum off of your face and into your mouth
dilf!iwaizumi who freaks out when he finds your panties in his gym bag, praying you didn’t see the velvet box he hid in there
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tags of love @satosuguslut @bbslayed @aiiwa @hisvillainess @cursedmoonchild @rintarosslut @bokuroskitten (as always just yell at me if u dont wanna be tagged i won't be offended)
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riintarro · 7 months ago
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# 𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐏𝐒
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⤷    pairings : suna rintaro, atsumu miya, osamu miya, iwaizumi hajime, koutarou bokuto, sugawara koushi
⤷    warnings : nsfw 18+, characters are post time skip, suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, somnophillia for suga
⤷    author’s note : waHooo i did it! also all terms are gender neutral :9
⤷    part 2?
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𝐇.𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 — iwaizumi sharply exhaled and you could feel his arm relax around your body. he’s had a long day and stress was written all over his face. when you opened your arms and invited him for cuddles, he was more than happy to oblige. he pressed his chest against your back as you glanced over your shoulder. with his lips slightly ajar, his once furrowed brows were relaxed. perhaps you could alleviate more of that stress? shuffling to get closer to him, your ass “accidentally” brushed against his dick. 20 times. by the 21st time, his arms were gripping your sides and pulling your ass flushed against his cock. slightly digging his fingers into your waist, he placed his face into the back of your head, feeling his hot breath against your nape. “keep doing that sweetheart and you’ll see what happens”.
𝐊.𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 — watching the tv was the least of your concerns. you were all too aware of your boyfriend’s hand resting, playing with your thighs. there wasn’t any intention but you had other thoughts. adjusting yourself on bokuto’s lap, claiming that his rock hard thighs were uncomfortable, your lower back happened to rub against his dick. he cleared his throat and you could hear him inhale sharply. even though you made the same lame excuse of trying to make yourself comfortable, he hadn’t noticed what you were doing, until he wrapped his arms around your abdomen. hugging you close, he placed his forehead against the base of your neck. his cock twitched and his breathing became uneven. “b-baby… you think you could help me here?” maybe you went a bit too far.
𝐌.𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 — it’s friday night and what better way to spend it by snuggling up against your boyfriend. just to have a bit of fun, you started shifting and backing up further into him, ass making contact with dick. he could feel you down there and smirked. “you tryna tell me something, pretty girl?” he snaked his arms around your chest and pulled you closer. you didn’t have to continue rubbing yourself against him because his dirty mind did the work for you. shoving two fingers into your mouth, he slung a leg around yours. “if you’re that eager, you could have just told me.”
𝐌.𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 — you wanted to see how much you could affect your boyfriend. while pressing your chest up against his, you pretended to play a game on your phone, while your legs encased his. you shuffled your hips closer to his and it took you all your strength from moaning out his name when your clit rubbed a little too hard. taking a quick glance at the side of your head, he knew exactly what you were doing. he grabbed you by the waist and held you in place. it took you by surprise and you gasped when his fingers tightened. he was amused even though he was half hard. taking this as a challenge, you started to rock your hips against his thighs. with a sultry face and a bite to the lip, you felt yourself up trying to rile him up. and it worked. say goodbye to your pussy.
𝐑.𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 — oh how you waited for a moment like this. after all of those times of him sending you lewd images, touching you and never giving more, saying suggestive words in public, it was time to pay him back for all of those frustrating moments. rubbing your knee against his cock, you buried your face into his chest. he looked unbothered, sleeping soundly but his body said otherwise. no reaction, no change in breathing, even when his dick throbbed painfully. lazily opening one eye, he noticed what you were doing and grabs your knee, stopping your actions. swallowing, you looked up at him and before you knew it, he had you pinned and spreading your legs.
𝐊.𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀 — you kinda felt bad for him. assuming you were already asleep and were just moving around in your sleep, he cussed when your ass repeatedly grazed his cock. you could feel him tense against your back, and just by the way he cursed, you knew he didn’t know what to do with his pent up frustration. he doesn’t want to wake you up, so with a bite to the lip, he thrusted into your thighs. stifling a moan, he rammed and rocked himself, using you to reach his high. his breath felt warm against your nape and he softly chanted your name into your ear. he instinctively reached for your clit when he came. his sinful moan was able to mask your quiet whine.
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kurosukii · 5 months ago
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𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨
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a/n : because i want to be eaten from behind . and i also want to be iwa’s gf and stress reliever <3
☀︎ MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY — oral (f receiving), fingering, praise, spanking, overstimulation, cooch sniffing. service dom iwa <3. 1119 words. (pls)
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iwaizumi hajime is a simple man.
living life without too much worries, doing what needs to be done, and at the end of the day, he goes home to his favorite girl.
but sometimes, the weight of the world gets to him (such as a tiring and off day at work) so he turns to you, his lovely girlfriend, for relief and comfort.
when iwaizumi gets home from work and drags his heavy feet towards your shared bedroom, he finds you lying on your stomach on the bed, softly swaying your head side to side as you watch your favorite show on the laptop.
you only realize he’s there when the bed shifts underneath his weight, causing you to look behind you, and your heart sinks when you see your boyfriend’s worn and tired face. you immediately remove your earphones, laptop and show forgotten.
iwaizumi shakes his head, his large hand pushing you back on your belly as your expression twists into confusion.
“don’t have to move, baby.”
his voice is deep and gravelly, the rough timbre sending shivers down your spine. his exhaustion is unmistakable, but you know your boyfriend—this is his way of unwinding, getting lost in you.
iwaizumi lets out a deep exhale, his hands dropping to your covered ass while they knead and rub the supple skin. his hands massage you for a few minutes, and you know that you’re supposed to be the one doing this to him (preferably to his muscled back) but you just can’t help but melt under the pads of his skilled fingers.
iwaizumi can tell that you’re on cloud nine, judging by your soft sighs and pleased hums, which is why he takes advantage of the opportunity and quickly shifts on the bed and buries his nose in your covered pussy and inhales deeply.
you squeal, trying to scramble away from his face but his hold tightens. his grip is not tight enough to feel the indents of his fingers digging into you, but firm enough to let him keep you in place.
“hajime! i haven’t showered yet!”
“don’t care, wanna smell you, it’s calming.”
he says directly to your pussy, the vibrations from his voice sending tingles down your spine. iwaizumi is like a caveman with his direct-to-the-point sentences, and it makes your lower belly tingle with how his face is comfortably shoved between your legs.
you’re in an awkward position, legs spread out with your boyfriend sniffing your dampening cunt like a dog. his tongue comes out and licks you through the thin fabric of your shorts and your surprised squeak turns into a moan when the pressure of his tongue on you increases.
your boyfriend licks you through your shorts until the junction between your thighs is wet and sticky, your folds clearly outlining through the fabric.
iwaizumi relishes in your soft whines and subtle grinding before he hooks his fingers on the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down your thighs.
he releases a content sigh through his lips, already feeling the tension in his shoulders abating when he sees your wet pussy glistening for him. you squirm on the bed as iwaizumi squeezes the globes of your ass, squealing when he pinches the skin.
“haji!”
he smirks at your whiny tone before he pulls your hips upward until they’re raised and you’re kneeling on the bed. his palm pushes on your lower back until it forms a deep arch.
“i had a long day, need your pussy, baby.”
then he dives in, instinctively groaning at the tangy flavor of your cunt after a long day. he never told you but he prefers your pussy like this, rather than when you’re freshly clean and showered.
so to him, it’s like he’s in a candy store, and he’s eating the best candy there is.
you moan loudly, crying out his name just as his hips start rut against the bed, hard cock straining against his pants. his tongue licks up and down your folds, swirls around your pulsating clit, but he wants more, he wants you to cum in his mouth and take everything you have to offer him.
it’s what he deserves after a long and gruelling day.
“h-haji, hnng—f-fuck!” you whine, your fingers squeezing the sheets with your cheek pressed to the mattress. you visibly shiver, hearing the smack of his lips as he slurps and groans.
he’s clearly enjoying himself, enjoying you and really, there’s nothing to complain about—except, you want to see his handsome face devouring you like you’re his first delicious meal in years.
two thick fingers slip inside your tight walls as he curls and uncurls them, simultaneously licking and suckling on your clit. drool from your mouth stains the bed as you moan unabashedly, mindlessly grinding on iwaizumi’s face.
he growls at your movement, getting spurred on as you take your pleasure from his mouth. he slaps your ass, making you arch your back as you brokenly moan his name. he slaps you again, causing you to whimper this time as you tremble.
the ministrations from his fingers, lips, and tongue are too much for you to handle. his longer and thicker fingers curl against your spongy sweet spot just as his lips suck your clit into his mouth, tongue vigorously swirling in tight circles.
“i’m g-gonna cum!” you scream, pushing your lower back further into his face just as the tight spring in your lower abdomen snaps.
“hajime!”
your cry rings throughout the room, body jerking just as your pussy gushes all over his mouth and chin. iwaizumi moans, tongue leaving your clit in favor of slipping it inside your tight walls just so he could taste everything. you’re a whimpering and shaking mess, eyes glazed as he laps up every drop of your release.
he lifts his head away from you, his lips shiny and chin dripping with your slick. he kisses the back of your trembling thighs, your ass cheeks; you’re boneless after all that, immediately slumping on the bed as soft whimpers fall from your lips.
iwaizumi surprises you by flipping you onto your back, quickly lowering his head to devour your pussy again. he places your legs on his shoulders and your hands tug on his hair just as he groans into you.
his actions are faster and sloppier than before, less precise as he practically makes out with your drooling cunt.
“t-too s-sensitive, haji!” you whine, but he doesn’t pay you any mind because he’s too pussy drunk to think about anything else.
when iwaizumi said that he can eat your pussy for hours, he really meant it; and it looks like you’re about to be in for a long night.
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peachysamu · 2 months ago
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How Haikyuu Boys React to A Mysterious Bruise You Found
A/n: bc I found a massive bruise on my leg so I gotta tell everyone about it. It’s been a while since I wrote some hcs
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Nishinoya Yuu, Miya Osamu
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IWAIZUMI HAJIME
“Oh my gosh.”
“What? What?”
Iwaizumi is already skirting through the house. You can hear the tap, tap, tap of his feet pattering against the floorboards in a hurried flurry.
“What happened baby?” He steps through the door, hands reaching for you for a welcomed embrace. Your Iwa knows that his physicality is one of your greatest comforts, how his arms cradle your fears and his chest breathes in your insecurities.
You simply poke at your skin before turning around, “Look at this bruise I found!”
And you lift your knee so that he can see the massive bruise that forms on your thigh. You’re beaming, proud of your new conquest because finding bruises on your legs is like finding money in your pocket, a mystery, an enigma. A question that can only be structured as, “When did that get there?”
But your smile falters when your boyfriend’s frown turns into a scowl. He almost growls at the sight, never looking away from the mass of purple upon your leg. “What the fuck did you do?”
“I don’t know!” You defensively shout, shifting your leg away from his point of view, but his hand catches the back of your thigh only to lift it up again so he can have a better look.
“Did you ice this?” He all but screams at you. “What the fuck happened?”
“I don’t know! Why are you getting mad at me?!”
“Who else am I supposed to get mad at?” His nose flares, “The fucking table that you probably ran into?”
Yup, it was definitely a mistake to show Iwaizumi your newfound bruise.
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NISHINOYA YUU
You’re moving into your new place, lifting a box onto your hip for stability before you wince at the impact. Ignoring it at first, you finally take a look by pulling your pants down just a little to find a bruise forming along your hip.
“Ow.” You state, knowing the source of your discomfort. It doesn’t hurt. To be honest, the visualization of it is more painful than actually touching it, but it makes you feel better expressing the pain rather than keeping it in.
Nishinoya turns around from the box of dishes he’s unloading, “Did you hurt yourself?”
“Yeah,” You say, showing him your bruise, “I have no idea how. Must have bumped it earlier or something.”
“Oh,” he says, getting a closer look before lifting up the sleeve of his shirt, “Looks just like mine! Now we’re matching!”
He grins and you grin too because how can’t you when you both get to share the joys and the pain of life together.
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MIYA OSAMU
“What ya got there?”
The question is unprompted so you look up at him confused, “Got where?”
“Right there,” Osamu points at your arm. “Who’s that new friend of yours?”
You look down, and you almost gasp at the sight of a darkening splatter found at your forearm. “Wow! I had no idea!”
Osamu scoffs, having heard you say so at least dozens of times at this point. He’s had enough of you being careless with your well-being, “Course ya didn’t.”
“I really didn’t!” You say, trying to defend yourself. You already know how this conversation is going to go. Osamu’s about to lecture you, but you’d really rather not listen to him harp about being careful and all of that. You are careful. If you’re being honest, they just show up unwittingly like little weeds in a garden. That is no fault of your own.
“Don’t worry about it. It doesn’t hurt anyways.”
“Oh really, huh?” He pokes at it aggressively, “Doesn’t hurt, huh?”
“Ow!”
“Thought so.” Osamu does a 180 and proceeds to rub the pain he inflicted. He pulls you in by the waist and plants a sweet kiss at your temple. “Now what did I say about being careful?”
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