#iwaizumi x you
[ 7:15 p.m ] - IWAIZUMI HAJIME
+ a/n : shitty drabble bc i feel shitty. sign to dctv??? dunno anyway enjoy !!
"don't feel good," you say, pulling on iwaizumi's t-shirt, hands slipping under the sleeves to squeeze his arms, "iwa-," you sigh, "-i don't feel good."
it's nothing serious, really, just one of those days. so of course, you turn to your boyfriend for comfort—even if you're not sure what the matter is.
he seems to understand this too, turning towards you—his arms hook themselves under your legs, pulling you onto his lap as he places a kiss on your shoulder—"wanna watch a movie?"
"yeah," you nod, shifting so your back faces him, reaching for the remote lying next to you on the bed to switch the t.v. on- "godzilla?," you suggest, making iwaizumi grin in agreement—(it’s his favourite movie, as is yours;
and he's very proud of the fact that you share his taste in movies. oikawa is against it ("it's because you're lonely, oikawa" mattsun has commented) and has tried bribing you into saying you hate watching that boring movie with those ugly creatures. unfortunately for him, the brunet's disappointment is far funnier to you than iwa's can ever be).
”you sure you’re fine?,” iwaizumi asks, his arms locked around you, fingers tracing circles onto your thigh— he wants you to know he’s here for you, no matter what.
and when you feel yourself relax into his chest, feeling his warmth enveloping you— you can’t help but nod. even if you aren’t fine, with iwaizumi—
—you will be.
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Hi, can I request Iwaizumi + falling for his next door neighbor with fem reader?
the wrong right door
- Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader
a/n: hi @xxsilverwingxx !!! I loved your request sooooo much and I had so much fun writing it too!!! I really hope you enjoy it, and that you have a lovely time reading it, but if you want anything changed, just let me know! thank you for requesting dear! ❤❤
Requests are open! 🍂
In your defense, who has his door unlocked at 10 p.m?
Iwaizumi stares intently at you, arms crossed over his chest, while you slowly put your shoes on and slip your jacket over your shoulders. You try your best to avoid his eyes when you talk, embarrassment coating your every word.
"So... ahm... yeah" you stutter, scratching your neck "Listen, I'm really sorry..."
"It's not" you sigh, because you're still tired and now you're also dying of shame "I came into your apartment in the middle of the night and went to sleep on your bed"
Iwaizumi gulps, and you try not to pay attention at how his throat goes up and down because this man, this man is kind of hot. "Yeah, I know"
"It won't... it won't happen again. I swear" you reasure him, and he nods curtly, trailing behind you as you exit the bedroom, your steps unsure.
You sharply turn around when you're at the door, trying to give him your best apologetically smile "Anyway... it was very nice to meet you!"
Iwaizumi blinks and then clears his throat "Well, yeah. Thanks"
"And... ahm... comfy bed!"
You wait until you're behind your appartment walls to muffle your embarrased squeals in your hands.
You've lived in that appartment for a year already, and not once you had crossed paths with Iwaizumi Hajime. You knew some athlete lived in the appartment directly in front of yours— thanks to the typical nosy neighbor that is always around when you move in, making sure to give fill you on every detail you need and don't need about everyone else in the building—, but didn't knew his face or his voice or how hot he was.
And you certainly didn't had in your plans to return utterly broken from work one night, mind clouded and eyes heavy with sleep, only to end up opening his door instead of yours and going directly for his bed, not even bothering to take off your dirty clothes.
The next morning you wake up feeling even worst. He could call the police on you, if he wanted to. You did broke into his house. You open your balcony's door and take a peek at his. Where yours is filled to the brim with plants, his is totally empty.
His door opens all of the sudden, and you go back inside with a yelp, before deciding to steal yourself and take a step outside.
He seems genuinely surprised to see you.
"Good morning!" you chirp, waving at him "I just... really wanted to introduce myself properly"
"Oh" he eyes the cup of coffee he's holding for a moment, and then turns his gaze back towards you again. You kind of have the feeling he would rather drown himself in his coffee than to have a conversation about that "That's alright"
You tell him your name, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear "And you are?"
"Right! So yeah, nice to meet you! Again..." you trail off, chuckling "I usually do this first before jumping in bed with a guy, but I guess we're pass that"
Iwaizumi blushes, bringing his cup up to take a long gulp of his morning coffee "Yeah... I bet"
"Not that I'm thinking about jumping into bed with you! Again, that is"
You keep the 'Unless you ask me because you're definitely hot' for yourself, because you've already done enough to make you look bad.
"Anyway... I'm here if you need anything. Don't hesitate in knocking on my door"
"Yeah... you try and do that next time too"
His eyes widen for a slipt of a second, as if he wasn't really planning on making that joke, but you're soon laughing, and he joins with a raspy chuckle of his own.
Your scent lingers on his bed, and he feels like a pervert for burying his nose on the pillow and letting himself be lulled to sleep by your fragrance. He doesn't knows you. You've lived in front of him— and with a balcony literally so close to his that he could jump into yours if he wanted to— for who knows how long, and it's only thanks to discovering you in his bed by mistake that you come into his life.
He takes his pillowcase and his sheets off the bed the next morning, deciding to wash them and put some new ones.
You knock on his door when he's bringing them to the laundry basket.
"Hi!" you greet him, a small flowerpot in your hands "This is for you"
"Ahm... a plant?" he asks, and immediately curses himself for sounding so cold.
"Well, yeah. I just saw that you didn't had any on your balcony, and I think they're a really nice touch" you explain, eyeing the little plant with a smile.
He accepts the flowerpot mainly because he thinks your smile is really cute "Thank you"
"Also, it's like an 'I'm sorry' kind of gift" you add "For... you know. The other day"
He places the plant in a spot where the sun always shines, and close enough to your balcony that you can perfectly see where it is.
You realize you never met him before because he almost doesn't leaves his appartment. You're paying attention now, and you know he's usually inside, except when he goes out to work and for what it looks like a morning jog.
He also puts the blankets and the pillowcase back in the bed.
You're not spying on him.
You just want to know him better.
The balcony becomes your favorite place.
When he goes out— and you would like to think that he's doing it more thanks to you— you always try to engage in small talk. Of any kind.
"I work with the Japan's National Volleyball Team" he tells you one day, and you open your mouth in shock.
He shrugs, leaning down against the handrail "It's what I always wanted to do"
"And that makes it even more huge"
He blushes, as easily as he always does, and gives you a sideway glance that only prompts you to ask him more stuff about his work, even if you don't know much about volleyball.
The plant dies.
Of course it does.
Iwaizumi hasn't cared for another human being that's not Oikawa in his life. He's so frustrated and angry with himself, because it was a gift and what will he do when you ask him about it?
You, with your easy smile and your bright eyes and that way you have of making him talk more than what he usually does.
He imagines your crestfallen look at the news, and it's actually surprised to find himself growing even more upset.
"It's definitely my fault" he says, after finally working up the courage to tell you. He's been waiting around his door for a while, for your footsteps on the other side that signal your return from work "I never looked after a plant before"
"It's alright! Really, it is" you say, trying to comfort him "Maybe I should have given you a cactus. They're much more easier to take care of"
You both fall quiet, and he soon finds himself wishing to spend more time with you. He searches your face. You look tired.
And you're still wearing that perfume.
"So, I guess..."
"Do you want to have some coffee?" he rushes to offer you "I can hand the cup to you over the balcony"
"You know what? I think I would love that"
It becomes a tradition. He waits for you after work, with a steaming cup of coffee that he hands you from his balcony, and you lean against the handrail and simply talk about your day, about the stuff that you did.
You learn that his bestfriend is abroad, playing for the Argentina's National Volleybal Team, and that he probably misses him more than what he lets on. You also discover that he blushes a lot, and that he always nods while listening to you, and that he scratches behind his neck and opts for not looking you in the eyes when he's embarrased.
"I think I admire you a lot" you say one day out of the blue, and he stops talking, his eyes snapping back to you.
"How could I not? You're on the right track to reach your dreams. You'll probably be in the Olympics very soon too"
"It hasn't been easy" he says, his cheeks flushed pink all the way up to his ears.
"Well, you know what they say. Good things never are"
You were wrong, because Iwaizumi thinks that falling for you is one of the easiest things he's done in his life. He has a special cup set aside for you and your coffee moments, and he comes out into the balcony more now, because it's summer and you've started to leave your door open. He changes the sheets only when the smell fades, but he can easily recognize your perfume down the hallway now anyway, when you leave for work only a few minutes after he returns from his morning jog.
He's late that night, and you almost think he wont come to offer you your usual cup of hot beverage when he sudenly bursts his door open, stepping outside with a frown.
"Something wrong?" you ask, but he shakes his head.
"No, nothing wrong"
"Had a bad day?"
He pauses, outstretched arm in the air, steaming cup of coffee in it. You drop your hand down and go to speak again, but he beats you to it.
"I want to tell you something" he says, and bends down to leave both cups on the floor "It's important"
"Alright?" you arch an eyebrow at him "What is it?"
"I think I really like you" he blurts out, hands shooting forward to grab the handrail "No, I don't think so. I know I am"
"You... like me?"
"Yes" he confirms, eyes searching your face "I do. A lot"
"But I broke in your apartment and slept in your bed by mistake"
He chuckles, and it's such a delicious sound that you can't help but smile at him "Yeah, that's probably the reason why I started liking you in the first place"
You can see a handful of stars behind his head, now that the sun is down and the night is breaking through. It's rare, to see them so close to the city.
You take it as a good sign.
"I think I like you too, neighbor"
He sighs, visibly relieved, and passes a hand though his hair before putting all his weight in his arms "Step back" he commands you, and you have little time to think about what he's planning to do before he jumps to your balcony, both cups forgotten behind.
You laugh in disbelief "Well... hi"
Your arms go up to rest on his shoulders, and even tho he's so red he looks like he could explode, he stills brings his head down to bury his nose on your neck, inhaling deeply. You let fingers play between his hair.
"Does this mean I can sneak on your bed again?"
Your first kiss tastes like coffee.
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knightly duties | enchanted weekend!
Copyright © 2021 by Veles. Do NOT repost, plagiarize, or read my content as ASMR or audiofics.
SUMMARY: Through thick and thin, Sir Iwaizumi Hajime has always been at your side. It could be because that's his literal job as your knight, but the bond you share with him is more than just professional. After you receive a marriage proposal you can’t reject, hidden feelings between you two begin to stir.
PAIRING: Knight! Iwaizumi Hajime x Royal! Reader (could be princess, duchess, etc- it’s not specified)
TAGS + TW’S: Angst, pining, minor cursing? Class + social hierarchy, slight emotional manipulation and classism.
WORD COUNT: 1.4K!
A/N: This is my second Haikyuu fic for Enchanted Weekend! First time writing for Iwa :) Enjoy <3
You’ve never enjoyed balls but with Sir Iwaizumi at your side, you think you’ll be fine. He’s your knight and your best friend, which you think is a pretty good deal. You’ve also been madly in love with him for years, but that’s another story. One you intend to take to your grave.
“Here’s your drink,” Iwaizumi hands you the glass cup. “A cup of fruit juices, just how you like it.” You smile.
“Thank you, Haji.” He hums. He walks forward and leans against the railing you’re also leaning on, staring at the starry sky.
“You’ve never liked balls much.” The knight comments and you nod in response. Slowly taking a sip from your drink, you sigh.
“Can’t say I enjoy them. It’s just an event for my parents to flaunt their wealth and riches, even as their riches deplete. I can’t believe they decided to launch this ball when our gold is disappearing.”
Iwaizumi doesn’t respond. Instead, he pats the top of your head and you snort. You rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, blocking out the chattering and noises from the ball inside the glass doors. If you could, you’d run away with Iwaizumi and never return. But you can’t, so you’ll settle for these small moments with him.
The glass doors swing open and you immediately break apart. It’s your mom. Despite her aging face, she’s smiling and glowing as if someone just told her the greatest news.
“Y/N! Come child, there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” She drags you into the ballroom. You meet the gaze of Prince Ushijima Wakatoshi, and you blink. What’s he doing here? Princes usually don’t show up to balls other than their own.
Both of you bow. Your mother turns to you, her eyes glinting. “Prince Wakatoshi would like to talk to you. I’ll leave you two to it.”
You notice the white rose in Wakatoshi’s hand. He clears his throat, meeting your gaze. You’ve always thought his gaze was startling and intense.
“Lady Y/N, heir of the Suzuki house. Would you do me the honor of accepting my hand in marriage?” Your heart stops. Everyone does too, murmurs coming to an end as everyone in the ballroom stares at you.
You want to say no. You can’t think of anyone but Iwaizumi. But then you remember the tight grip your mother had on your arm, the warnings she hissed out in the morning. Don’t you dare marry that lowlife knight. You need to restore honor and status to our family.
So instead, you flutter your eyes bashfully and step back. “I’m honored by your proposal, Prince Wakatoshi. Please give me a few days to consider your proposal. A damsel must rest her poor heart.”
He seems satisfied with your answer, almost impressed. The prince kisses your hand and then walks away. The ballroom erupts into chatter again, no doubt regarding you two. You look in your parent’s direction, and both of them look satisfied as well. You sigh with relief.
“Are you truly considering his proposal?” Iwaizumi’s question feels like a bite and you sigh, raising your gaze from your nails.
“Yes, I am. Prince Wakatoshi has everything: royal status, riches, and wealth. Frankly, I’m shocked he’s interested in me.”
Iwaizumi grows quiet. “So is that all you care about? Status and riches?”
You scoff in disbelief. “What? Of course not, Haji. But you know how strict my parents are…” you pause. “I can’t disappoint them.”
Frowning, you reach for Iwaizumi’s arm. He flinches and steps away from your touch, which only makes you frown more. “Is everything okay? What’s bothering you? You know you can talk to me.”
He hums in dismissal and walks towards the doorway before pausing. Iwaizumi doesn’t even turn to look at you. “I forgot I have to attend to some issues. Sleep well, my lady.” He leaves you standing in the middle of your bedroom, feeling like a fool.
Ever since Wakatoshi proposed, Iwaizumi has spoken to you as little as possible. You don’t appreciate his newfound coldness, not when you need him the most. Your mother sent a letter forth to Wakatoshi’s palace, accepting his marriage proposal. You’re getting married in two days.
“Good morning, Iwaizumi.” He jumps at your voice but stays seated, refusing to meet your gaze. Instead, he continues to stare at the crackling fireplace. “I hope the maids have offered you breakfast.”
“They have, thank you. But I have no appetite this morning.” His voice is gruff. “Your mother summoned you. She’s expecting you in the lounge room.” And that’s the end of your conversation. You’re blinking back tears on the walk to the lounge room.
“Good morning, mother,” you curtsy. “I was told you wanted my presence?”
“That’s right.” She doesn’t look up from the book she’s reading. “Wakatoshi will be visiting us today for dinner. So make sure the maids bathe you with rich oils and dress you in your best clothes. That’s all.”
You nod and leave the lounge room without a single word, your heart in your throat. Everything is changing too fast and you can’t handle it.
During dinner, Iwaizumi is stationed behind your chair, as always. He hasn’t talked to you since the morning, and you can’t really look at him, not when Wakatoshi is seated in front of you. Your parents and Wakatoshi are eating the meal prepared by the maids while you pick at your meal. Your stomach is twisting and you can’t focus.
“I’m glad to hear you accepted my marriage proposal, lady Y/N.” Ushijima dabs his mouth with a napkin, shooting you a small smile. It’s a strange sight, but it helps you relax. You smile back. “I’ve been vying for your attention for years now.”
“Is that so?” Your mother chuckles, smiling. “What a lovely gentleman you are, Prince Ushijima. I’m sure my daughter will make a good wife.” Your smile drops. You don’t smile anymore even when Ushijima does.
“Hajime.” You grab his arm before he can leave your bedroom. “Can we talk….please?” Your voice is small and weak. “I need someone to talk to.”
He sighs and you think he’s going to leave. But then he closes your bedroom doors and sits on one of the couches. You sit on the edge of your bed, frowning.
“I miss you. I don’t know what happened, if I've offended you- but I did not mean to. Please, I just want my best friend back,” you plead, eyes watering. “I need him now more than ever.”
Iwaizumi softens at the sight of your watering eyes. He sits next to you and lets you lay your head on your lap, softly stroking your hair.
“I apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong,” his eyes look red. “I’ve been acting like a fool.” You snort.
“No matter. However, I need to ask you something.” He looks at you expectantly. “What do you think of Prince Ushijima?” Iwaizumi’s demeanor shifts. He scoffs.
“You’re wasting my time talking about him?” You furrow your brows. He rises from your bed, striding towards the exit.
“What? What’s wrong with-,” Iwaizumi’s sharp exhale has you pausing, and you look at his now angry face.
“If you’re going to talk about him, then don’t bother.” Now you’re angry. You rush forward, pulling one of his arms and spinning him around.
“Iwaizumi! What has gotten into you!? What do you have against Wakatoshi? He’s been nothing but a gentleman! I don’t understand, I-,” you’re cut off by Iwaizumi’s words.
“What do I have against him? He’s royalty! He can give you everything I can never give you! He’s taking you away from me!”
Silence. You freeze, staring at Iwaizumi with wide eyes. His eyes widened too, barely realizing what he said.
“I need to leave,” he mumbles. “I can’t be here-,”
You stop him with a kiss. Your hands go to his hair, tugging him closer. He immediately melts into the kiss, lips pressing against yours. And his arms loop under your legs, lifting you into his arms.
“I don’t care about Ushijima. I’ve only ever wanted you,” You say between kisses. “Why do you think I’ve rejected all marriage proposals? Ushijima was the only one I couldn’t reject because of my mother. I don’t want him, Hajime. I want you.” That makes him kiss you harder.
When you pull apart, you’re both panting for air. You smile, and Iwaizumi smiles too. But then his smile drops.
“Your mother. Prince Ushijima, he-,” You shut him up with a kiss, grinning.
“How do you feel about being runaways?” Iwaizumi’s eyes widen. But then he grins back, and his hand reaches for yours, squeezing it.
“As long as we’re together, I’ll do anything.”
A/N: I really enjoyed writing this fic and I hope you enjoyed it too! Do leave a reblog + like + comment <3
Copyright © 2021 by Veles. Do NOT repost, plagiarize, or read my content as ASMR or audiofics.
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your hips grinding onto iwaizumi's lap as you moan at his toned muscles touching your sensitive spot. soft whimpers and whines escaping your lips in an attempt to stay quiet.
"oh doll, you're so needy. should i let you finish on my lap or allow you to be a fuck toy for me?"
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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
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.
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.”
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.
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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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 — iwaizumi hajime.
you know haji’s exhausted, tired down to the bone after working so so much. but fuck, if he doesn’t look so pretty half asleep in his training uniform like that.
a/n: *rifles through google docs* oh. epic. first piece for haji and it’s iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer. spit in my mouth. rn. it’s bullying if you don’t, haji.
tags: thigh riding, tummy bulge kink ^^, big dick energy iwa, brrr size kink (obviously), iwaizumi being sexy af, mentions of blowjobs, penetrative sex, overstimulation, cock hungry reader, creampie / breeding kinks, iwa’s a haaaard dom, praising, pet names (princess, angel, etc.), degradation (whore, slut), choking, unprotected sex. literally me just thirsting over haji except it’s in written and somewhat fluent sentences not garbled brain rot.
Iwaizumi’s always been physically attractive. You’ve known it since high school, always singing him praises in front of his teammates. You’d always taunt him about how he’d snap at you to shut up whenever you called him a pretty boy, leaving his friends snickering and the maddest tint of blush threatened to crawl onto his features.
You knew it when you picked him up at the airport, coming back from California. He came back with his black tee rolled up as far as it could land onto his arms, biceps toned and the start of a tan line tantalised you. It’s the way he came back changed in the same clothes he left in, except they fit him much more. His shorts weren’t oversized, and instead wrapped around his thighs. That’s all you needed to grab him by the wrist, drag him to the airport toilets before sucking him off.
You still remember the look of thick worry plaguing his features, eyes wide and he barked out commands so that you’d confess what was wrong. The way he scoffed when you sunk down onto your knees, fingertips already worked diligently to pull his shorts down.
“It’s nice to see you, too.” He grit through clenched teeth, jaw falling slack and one of his hands pushed down onto your head. It’s the way he murmured that you two shouldn’t be doing this in a damn airport of all places, but he still slumped his weight against the door— thus halting anyone from walking inside just from raw strength alone. It’s how he hissed out profanities under his breath, praising you with a strained ‘Fuck. That’s a good girl.’ and his other hand gripped onto the edge of the wet faucet until his knuckles stained white.
That’s precisely why you cannot contain yourself when you see him folded over on the sofa, one arm dangling off and the other resting behind his head as he snoozes away. Work uniform still clinging to his skin, eyelids trapped shut and his forehead’s knocked against a pillow whilst he snores quietly. That’s exactly why you have to shimmy out of your skirt. Between actively leaving the house to make it into the office on time and fucking Iwaizumi before he disappears for days again, it’s obvious which you’ll choose.
You drag your clothed damp clit against the fabric of Iwaizumi’s work pants, your shirt rolled and stuffed into your mouth to muffle your cries. You chomp through the fibres of the fabric, tongue staticky as it comes into contact with the threads. You don’t wanna wake Iwaizumi up, he’s always been great at sleeping like a damn log. But you’re just so, so needy. It’s not your fault he’s so fucking attractive to the point it hurts, and the sheer audacity of him falling asleep in his work uniform? Unbelievable. You just wanna rip his work shirt off, keep the “🇯🇵JPN” badge as a trophy and demand him to get a new replacement.
His thigh is sturdy, toned and solid to a fault. Tears threaten to roll out of your eyes because your thighs singe, muscle fibres shrieking to their utmost degree. You’re about to collapse and your lower half burns, but it feels so good.
A small wheezy whimper escapes from you, but it’s not enough. You could cum from this if you really tried to and yet you can’t dismiss the dull ache that settles in your abdomen.
You yearn for Iwaizumi’s cock, need him to split you wide and full with his dick. Need him to hold you close with his sturdy, strong hands. Hold you up like it’s literally nothing to him, and it isn’t. You want every single reminder, no matter how minute, that he’s that much stronger than you. From how he towers over your spine during backshots, whimpering into your ear and groaning that you feel ‘So, so fucking good’, to how his fingertips cram and fit your slicked mouth because ‘You’ll wake up the neighbours.’
And Iwaizumi’s a whore for it, too. Always has been, always will be. Even if he was a little bit more reserved during the start of your relationship, constantly wrapping an arm around your small little waist. Would make his cock throb, so, so fucking much. To think how you’d look squirming, wrapped around his cock and sobbing. But now? He’s unapologetic about it. Pats his thighs, telling you to ‘Come take a seat, princess’ and that you should be careful if you don’t wanna end up begging him to cum. Yet how could you? How could you rob Iwaizumi of your perfectly pitchy moans, the cute expressions you make when you’re so dumb around his cock? God, you make his heart and his dick throb so bad.
That’s why now, you’re in this predicament. All because your stupid lover was born a little bit too conventionally attractive for his own good.
Your dainty fingertips claw to unbuckle Iwaizumi, to which he groans softly. You gulp, halting your movements, but it’s too late by then. Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything, yet, but he shifts his hips up to unbuckle himself for you. You scratch his zipper open, untucking his leaking cock from his boxers— squeezing himself through the gap of his jeans.
“Shouldn’t you be getting up for work?” He murmurs, tone scratchy and fuelled with slumber. Iwaizumi groans softly, his stuttered gasp muffled by the pillow that he digs his face into as you sink down onto the length of his cock.
“I’ve got time.” You hiss out meekly, whatever witty remark that was about to leave you flies out of your train of thought immediately.
“Liar. I’m always dragging your ass out of bed because you overslept. You don’t have time to be riding me.” Iwaizumi retorts, tone a little rejected. He wants you, of course he does. But work and attendance are both important, too.
“Please, Haji. Your cock feels so good. Please? I’ll be a good girl, okay? You don’t have to do anything. Just let me.” You plead, tone on the verge of sobbing and you’re already rocking yourself back and forth off his dick. Iwaizumi groans, rolling his eyes open and for a second you can only see his sclera peek out at you. He runs a hand through his hair, arms wrapped around you and he effortlessly shifts himself up into a better, more comfortable sitting position with your weight stacked on top. You squeal underneath him, and a warm and sleepy chuckle hisses from his chest.
“You’re so spoiled. You know that, right?” Iwaizumi murmurs, planting wet and sloppy kisses into your collar bones whilst you slowly bounce up and down his dick— afraid that any larger movements might really just split your legs apart. He whimpers, stifling a yawn because you’re waking him up bit by bit with the way you’re clamping down on his cock.
“You couldn’t have waited until you got back from work? You know I love how sexy you always look in your clothes.”
“Such a silly whore. Not even gonna let me sleep, huh?” Iwaizumi muses, palm connecting with the soft tissue of your ass. Your back arches and you yelp, causing his face to screw once more when you tighten around him. Everything he does is so, so fucking sexy. Iwaizumi knows he’s your weakness, and he’s going to exploit every living second of it.
“N-no.” You gulp, knowing better than to not respond to him. But maybe. It does cross your mind, but then you’d be better off calling a sick day instead of showing up to work at all.
“No? And you’re not even gonna be sorry about it?”
“That’s kinda.. Disrespectful. Don’t you think?”
“N-no! No! Haji! It’s not— I swear! It isn’t—“
Iwaizumi hums in thought, bending his legs up and his hands fly to occupy your waist. His digits clamp down, touch bruising as he holds onto you before starting to fuck a slow, even pace up into your warm cunt. Hushed profanities spill out of him, eyebrows knit when he glances to watch where your bodies connect. It’s another one of his favourite past times. Iwaizumi loves watching the way your small cunt swallows him whole, stretching wide to accommodate him to the hilt. He’ll never get over the fact how someone as petite as you could take in all his dick like that.
“Right. Cause you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He murmurs, leaning forward to briefly kiss your perky nipple. You glance down at Iwaizumi, his jade green gaze stares up at you through sleepy lashes.
“I am your good girl, Haji.” You conclude breathlessly, to which Iwaizumi returns with a small ‘hmm.’ You frown with a pout, body heating up twofold when he takes your tit into his mouth— rough muscle of his tongue earnestly lapping around your bud and he satisfies himself with the way you squirm around his shaft.
“Good girls don’t wake their boyfriends up when they’re trying to sleep, though.” Iwaizumi states, sentence a little bit muffled and unclear from where his mouth is. You yelp when his pearly teeth lightly graze your nipple.
You want to come up with a response, give him a reason or try to persuade him with your point of view. But you can’t. You can’t when his cock drags against your walls, slow and fucking deep. If you were to look down, maybe, just maybe, you’d see the small bulge in your tummy from how his blunt cockhead threatens to kiss your cervix. He’s slow, torturous. You want him to handle you, throw you around like a ragdoll and pound your pussy, face down ass up into the sofa. But Iwaizumi knows this, and he doesn’t.
When you try to fuck yourself dumb off his cock by yourself, Iwaizumi’s iron grip curls into your waist and physically stops you from moving any further.
“Sit still.” He growls, tone low and menacing.
“You wanted my cock, right? So here you are. Is it not enough for you?”
“My good little girl’s being a bit of a slut right now. Aren’t you?”
“Haji! Please. I a-ah!-am! Please, fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.” You sob, globs of fat tears staining your skin in the most beautiful way. Iwaizumi, as your lover and protector, feels tempted to wipe your tears away with his thumb. He battles his instincts though, instead opting to reduce you to a fucking mess even further.
He sighs, pulling himself out of your warm cunt with a loud squelch. You whimper, instantly preparing a thousand pleas and ways to convince him to not leave you edged like he’d done many times before, except you notice the same dark look that hazes over his eyes. He’s pissed off, and you can see it in the twitch that tenses his jaw, that handsome little pout he always does and just how tight his chest looks. Iwaizumi could be sleeping right now, but he’s not, because his girlfriend is such a degenerate whore for him.
“All fours.” Iwaizumi barks, motioning with his index in a spinning motion for you to turn around.
At the end of the day, though, he figures it’s okay. He knows he’ll show up to work exhausted and on the brink of death. He knows you’re gonna ask him to take you to work right after he’s done railing you, his cum still stained on the inside of your underwear because there’s just no time. It’s all in good spirit, because he knows he’s going to watch you leave from his car and hurry into the office, trying to walk and fumbling because your legs are so so weak. You’ll snap him a picture of your glistening cunt a few hours after, whilst on your break, leaving him a caption that reads ‘I miss you’ when you know very well he’s already at work, surrounded by his crew.
And the best part? At the end of the day, he gets to repeat the cycle.
All. Over. Again.
Pull you apart, glue you back together. Thin through fucking thin, because he loves you.
Iwaizumi’s hand flies to the back of your neck. You can’t breathe. No, it’s not because he’s choking you. It’s because he’s smashing your face into the pillows, drowning you in a mix of your exhales, droopy saliva and the hot air that wafts off of both your bodies. You pant and heave, desperately searching for air, and every time you resurface? Iwaizumi just shoves your face back down. Judging from how soaked you are around his cock, rings of milky cream slathering him and your entire clit stained damp, as well as the fact that you haven’t blurted out the safe word? You’re enjoying this far more than you should be.
“Fuck. So fucking tight. You’re gonna cum for me, yeah? Cum on my fucking cock.” Iwaizumi grunts, sentences barely stringed together. He sounds almost feral. It’s at that point, and it’s taking him every last ounce of his energy to not collapse because you’re driving him crazy. Every fibre in his body screams at him to stop, but he can’t. He won’t.
“I can’t—“ You refuse, shaking your head. You can’t feel your thighs, not much anyway. You can’t remember how many times Iwaizumi’s brought you onto the brink of an orgasm just to still himself at the very last second. You’ve lost the mental tally of your failed to successful orgasm ratio.
“Yeah. You can.”
“And you will, cause you’re my good girl.”
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HQ boys + Obsessed with you
when they think about you... brain go brrrrr
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.
Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.
Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”
Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.
Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you
Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.
Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.
Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
rbs v appreciated! <3
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18+ minors dni. you will be blocked. i didn't proof read this tee hee.
the first time you sleep with iwaizumi is so soft, so uncharacteristically gentle. he's completely flustered and his palms are sweating but he's kissing you everywhere he can and telling you how beautiful you are and how happy he is.
he's hovering above you, his arms caging you in on either side of your trembling body. he keeps telling you there's no reason to be nervous, he's never seen anybody so beautiful in his life.
he loves you. he knows he does, he can feel it in the swell of his chest with a nervous inhale when he lines up with your dripping hole. he can feel it when he pushes in and his head feels like it's swimming at the way you're squeezing around his length.
he has to take a moment to breath, he halts completely when he's fully inside of you, pressing snug against your pelvis with his own. he hushes you with a quick kiss when you ask if everything's okay; your eyes are so sincere, so full of worry it has him almost doubling back. when he finally starts to move, it's slow and you can feel every drag of his cock against your plush walls, it has your stomach coiling and your skin burning up but it's so good, you can't help but beg him for more, more, more.
and he's so willing to give it to you. he starts to quicken his thrusts, pushes himself onto his knees and holds your legs draped over his own, fucking into you as deeply as he can while remaining so gentle with the occasional, like that, baby? you're doing so good for me, feels so good.
he presses fleeting kisses against your leg when he brings one up to rest on his shoulder, the new position allows him to reach the spot inside of you that has your throat tightening and your vision blurring and your words slurring. he leans over again, holds you by the jaw gently and tells you, look at me when you cum, wanna see how pretty you look falling apart for me.
but he betrays his own word when you cry out, convulsing around his cock, he tries to keep his vision steady but all resolve flies out the window when you're creaming all over his length. he falls into you, kissing you with fervor and desparation. he bullies his tongue into your mouth, swallowing all your pretty moans as he feels his balls tighten and his abdomen clench.
and then he's cumming, he's filling you up so nicely and it's so warm, you're babbling on about how you want him to keep fucking you, want him to push his cum so far into you it won't come out. but it all falls on deaf ears, because all he can focus on is how beautiful you look, hair splayed messily against the pillow, and your eyes are glossy and out of focus, and you've got drool on your lip but he swears you've never looked so good.
he collapses, pressing his entire body weight onto you and smiling when your arms come to rest over his shoulders, your fingers running over his spine. he's pressing lazy kisses against your skin, listening to your heartbeat from the pulse in your neck and relishing in your warmth against him. he's so in love, it makes him feel like the sun is burning inside his chest, like flowers are blooming under his skin. he's so in love, and he tells you in that moment, and every other time the thought crosses his mind.
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𝐇𝐐 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌
genre: fluff + angst if u squint + humor
warnings: implied arguments
characters: tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime, oikawa tōru, kageyama tobio
ib: @ch0s0 ! (they gave me permission)
a/n: iwa’s is more like arguing and making up but who cares right 🤕
TSUKISHIMA KEI throws his head back onto the headboard, harshly rubbing both of his hands on his face as his eyes follows your figure retreating from the bedroom, he gets up and trails behind you—“y/n” he calls out, feet padding before yours “what?” he winces at the tone but follows you nonetheless “y/n, you know i didn’t mean it like that” you don’t respond to him, instead, you walk pass by him to grab your apron when a pair of hands lands on your hips, halting all of your movements “kei let go of me” “no” he spins your body around, your chest now against his “—y/n i’m sorry, i’ll be cautious of my words next time” he mumbles, face buried in the crook of your neck, with a heavy sigh, you turn around, gently lifting his head away from your neck “promise me you won’t do that again? he nods “okay” you let him lean his weight on you as you rub his back up and down
IWAIZUMI HAJIME’s shoulder droops as you disappear away from his sight, regret written all over his face. he doesn’t waste a minute before knocking on the door twice, gently opening the door to see you all hunched up on your side of the bed with a pillow clutched on your chest, and back faced away from him, he inches up beside you, hands coming up to rest on your sides but you shy away from his touch, clutching the pillow tighter, he feels a slight twinge of pain at the thought of you hiding away from him. he scoops you up, hoisting you onto to his lap though feels your body tense up on his touch for a minute before finally easing up “i’m sorry y/n, it was not my intention to hurt you, i know that isn’t a valid reason for what i did, but give me a chance to make it up to you, yeah?“ you nod weakly and he tightens his hold on you as he walks out of the room— he’s on the kitchen now, making the both of you breakfast, your head still resting on his chest and legs wrapped around his waist tightly, he kisses your temple from time to time and for a moment, you’re happy about the silence filling up the room.
OIKAWA TŌRU’s face turns into a frown as soon as you remove yourself from his hold, a noise of protest escaping his mouth as he sinks back on the couch, staring at you intently like he’s expecting you to turn around and wrap yourself back on his embrace again, but much to his disappointment, you don’t look back at him anymore— half an hour later of your arm nudging away his hand for the nth time, you let out a sigh before turning around with your hands on your hips “oikawa, can you stop doing that? i’m busy cooki—hmph!“ your words cut off as he lifts your body on top of the counter and traps you between his arms “oikawa get off me” you look down, trying to avoid his gaze, but he won’t allow that to happen would he? he tilts your chin up, forcing your eyes on him “don’t call me by my last name, ‘s rude, baby please” you chuckle lightly at his whine, almost forgetting you were even mad at him in the first place as you wrap your arms around his neck “i won’t forgive you, not yet at least” “what you said still hurt me so don’t do that again or i’ll leave you all starving here” he looks up, frown now replaced with an expression of relief and his chin resting on your chest “tsk we both know thats a lie y/n you can’t actually live without me”
KAGEYAMA TOBIO pinches his eyes together as he watches you march your way out the room, he strings along behind, desperately trying to get a hold of you “y/n stop walking for a moment please” you move to the other side of the kitchen, opening multiple cabinets and grabbing whatever you can grab to reason yourself about being busy “y/n i know what you’re trying to do” you scoff at him, snatching yourself an apple from the bowl on the center of the table “y/n those are fake, you bought that last month at the department store” you stiffen, face flushing in embarrassment as you watch him hold back a laugh, he takes advantage of your frozen figure to throw you over his shoulder and tackle you back down to the couch, you sit up, crossing your arms over your chest “stop laughing it’s not funny” he clears his throat before lifting you up and back down to make you face him “then stop ignoring me” you want to look away but you chose not to, for some reason “if you laugh at me i will never talk to you again” “yeah yeah sure, y/n”
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omg please think about going on a tinder date with iwaizumi and it goes horribly.
he barely talks, only answering your questions with short sentences. never tries to reciprocate the energy and you sit there in silence most of the date. when you finish with dinner, you think he’s going to walk you home but he literally says “bye” with a small wave, shoves his hands in his pocket and turns the other way. and in the morning he texts you “cool date.” and you decide to never speak to him again.
so imagine your surprise 5 years later when you walk into the same restaurant on a blind date set up by your friend. and sitting at the table is iwaizumi hajime. you can’t decide whether to run away or pretend to pass out so you can get out of this impending disaster, but he makes eye contact with you and walks towards you before you can make a decision.
“you’re y/n right? oikawa sent you here?” you nod, “yeah. it’s nice to see you again.” and you watch his expression morph from confusion into pure horror when he remembered how terrible that date went. and he starts to apologize so profusely saying that he was an idiot teenager who didn’t understand the inner workings of a date and he’s a much better person now but he understands if you want to turn around and never see him again and he just keeps spouting random things that make no sense until you cut him off with a laugh.
you smile and say you’d love to give him a second chance and man does the date go amazingly. he actually speaks to you this time, telling you stories of his childhood and how he became friends with oikawa and why he decided to go on the blind date. and you can’t stop giggling and smiling at how sweet he is and how sarcastic he can be. and 6 hours later they had to kick you out of the restaurant because you’ve been there so long and lost track of time since things were going so well.
he actually walks you home too, subtly brushing his hand against yours on the way back. asking you about your job and your friends and how someone as perfect as you managed to meet someone like oikawa. and he smiles so widely when you smile and he makes sure to tell you how pretty you look when you’re happy. and he drops you off at your door, refusing to come in for now but leans in so your faces almost touch and waits for permission to kiss you. and there’s sparks, he’s so gentle and so kind and as he pulls away from the kiss he places one more quick peck against your lips before telling you goodnight.
and he sends a text later that night saying “cool date.” to which you respond “yeah, cool date.”
and you both laugh about it years later while reminiscing, with a shiny ring on your finger.
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helloooo i have a request <3 you close your laptop right when they walk in and they get suspicious :) (sakusa and whoever else your choice)
CLOSING YOUR LAPTOP RIGHT WHEN THEY WALK IN
⇢ includes : sakusa , iwaizumi , atsumu
⇢ genre//cw : fluff, some crack, the omi one has a little bit of angst// swearings,
⇢ wc~ 0,9K
a/n : nonnie this sounds so fun 🤩 thank u for requesting sorry to answer so late bby >.< ahhh for real i’m sorry this been in my drafts for so loong :cccc
reblogs are very appreciated you'll get a kith
“I prepared us a bath, do you want a―”
Sakusa’s tired eyes squint and his dark brows furrow together watching you snap your laptop the exact same time he entered in your shared room.
“Heyyyy!”, your hand rests on top of your computer as you force a smile on your lips.
“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean Omi?” you tilt your head acting oblivious as you could while his dark eyes drift from you to your computer.
Your answer had an unpleasant feeling nestling inside the outside hitter’s chest. And maybe he is being dramatic or maybe he is tired from dealing all day with his bubbly teammates, but the fact you’re hiding something from him unsettles his heart.
“Right… I’ll be on the tub, go on, I won’t bother you” The dry tone he uses makes you blink as you observe him walking back to where he came through.
“Wait, Omi!” you quickly jump from your seat, holding onto his arm with a strong grip as you sigh “Jeez, I can’t hide anything from you!”
Sakusa’s brows quirk up in confusion as you drag him to your desk, opening your laptop to show him the reason of his irritation.
His eyes widen as he sees tons of MSBY merch in your shopping cart but that’s nothing compared to how his cheeks burn when he sees a mask along with a jersey carrying his number on them.
“Why didn’t you ask me to get some of these for you?”, he whispers, eyes locked on the screen still too blushy to face you.
“Because you always complain about how silly they are!”
Sakusa blushes in embarrassment before sighing, a hand moving behind your neck to push your head closer to him so he can plant a chaste kiss on your forehead.
“Yeah but—next time just ask me, okay? Don’t act all suspicious like that…you scared me”
“Doll, you ready for our run?”
Iwaizumi says peeking his head through the door, finding you on the bed, holding your laptop ridiculously close to your face. Your eyes flicker from the screen to his face and with a clumsy maneuver you close the device.
“Y-Yeah! Let me grab my bottle”
He blinks, his features contorting as he replays your previous action in his head.
“What the hell was that?”, he says with a frown on his face, arms crossing over his chest, walking through the door before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“You know exactly what I mean, don’t play silly on me princess!”,
He trusted you entirely, but Iwaizumi’s patience was running thin. The need to know what you were hiding from him was too intoxicating. So, he kept his hard features as he waited for your answer.
“I swear, I wasn’t doing anything, Haji” you bat your eyelashes at him, pathetically holding back a chuckle at his angry face, making impossible for Iwaizumi to not soften after that pity attemmpt to contain your smile.
“Let me see”
“NO! H-Hajime—wait!” he pinches your sides making you explode in laughter, dropping the laptop onto the bed in the process. You have tears in your eyes as you pathetically try to retrieve it from your boyfriend’s strong hold while he keeps an arm up preventing you from getting any closer.
His face goes completely red when he sees his young self-dressed up in a Godzilla costume on the screen.
“How—How did you get this?” you’re still chuckling as he looks at you, wearing a horrified expression that could only match with a ghost story.
“Who do you think would provide me such “sensitive” pictures, baby?”, you tease, quirking a brow at your boyfriend, before pecking his cheek. And he knew that somewhere in Argentina a good looking setter was laughing like a fool.
“I’m blocking Oikawa from your contacts right now!”
“What are you doing babe?”
Atsumu says, coming out from the shower to the living room where you are curling on the couch holding your laptop on top of your thigs. When you hear his voice, you quickly slam the laptop and press it close to you as you shoot a naïve smile in his direction.
“N-Nothing, ‘Tsumu. Uhm, you ready to eat?”, his lips curl into a cocky smirk as he raises his eyebrows.
“Oh, I see” he says, moving a hand to brush his wet locks, walking to the kitchen. You follow his movements, confusion printed all over your face as he leans on the counter, smiling smugly at you. “You’re testing how much I trust you, right? Is one of those couple challenges or something.”
You hold a deadpan expression as he mentally praises himself, thinking he figured out what you were doing.
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about ‘Tsumu”
“You can stop pretending now sweetheart. I fully trust you” he winks at you before you make your way to the counter with light steps. Placing the laptop on top of the marble table, you rest your chin on your palm and lock eyes with the blonde setter.
“You sure about that?” you smirk, sliding the laptop closer to him.
Atsumu’s hands itch, holding back his impulse to grab your computer and open it right there, and just as you imagine, 5 minutes later he is grasping the laptop and snapping it open in between curses.
His hazel eyes are so focused on the tab that says “Which MSBY player would be your boyfriend” that he doesn’t notice that you had erased the distance with him until he feels your soft lips on his cheek. Atsumu’s thick eyebrows move up as his mouth falls open while you disappear in the corridor to hide your giggles.
“OMI? Why the fuck did you get Omi?! Come back here, Y/N!”
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Accidental Confessions of Haikyuu Boys!
Feauturing Kuro Tetsuro, Oikawa Toru, Kageyama Tobio, Miya Osamu, Bokuto Koutaro Iwaizumi Hajims
x fem! Reader
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— silly things they’ve done. ( hq )
genre : fluff, crack, gn! reader
warnings : none
ft : ushijima, kuroo, iwaizumi, bokuto, tsukki, yamaguchi, nishinoya, akaashi, sugawara
a/n : i started from waka chan how did it end up like this
✧ : ushijima walked over to you, bending down and pointing at his phone screen (which, i think, he holds like a boomer). it was a “meme” (it was not funny) and he showed it to you because he “did not know the trends, these days.” but he knew that you laughed at memes.
✧ : kuroo had a staring (more like glaring) contest with some random kid at the park. according to him, the kid was “checking you out.”
✧ : iwaizumi had just finished working out, and was planning on fixing up. he accidentally tripped on a dumbbell, cursed, and kicked it. he cursed, again.
✧ : bokuto once cried and refused to go anywhere near the kitchen because of the beetle on the counter. it was not, in fact, a beetle. It was a plug.
✧ : tsukki thought that “sold out” meant “extinct”. he cried for weeks when he saw that his favorite strawberry shortcake was sold out. he has to remind you that that happened when he was in 6th grade.
✧ : nishinoya absolutely hates ugly sweaters. as a kid, he would cry and wail and thrash around just so his mom couldn’t put it on him. he still does it now, only more dramatic.
✧ : yamaguchi accidentally drank whiskey at a gathering, mistaking it for coca cola. the things he says when he’s drunk can be quite… interesting.
✧ : akaashi once accidentally got pen ink in his mouth because he kept on nibbling on the tip. he tried wiping it on his sweater, and realized that it only spread it there.
✧ : sugawara let his curiosity get the best of him and sat in front of your vanity, playing with your cosmetics when you went out. “:0” was the exact face he made when you got home and found him.
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When you do the “I want to ruin our friendship we should be lovers instead” trend (Atsumu, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Suna, Tsukishima, Ushijima)
AN: to the 60 people who have already seen this i apologise this will be the 5th and last time I post this I promise so If doesn’t show up in the tags um yeah I’ll do the taglist when I wake up
Reblogs are very appreciated
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sitting on iwaizumi hajime's (27 athletic trainer) lap while hanging out at a restaurant with him and the team, his strong hands resting comfortably on your hips. there's casual conversation and laughter happening around you as you lean back on your boyfriend. when you giggle at bokuto's silly joke, you feel iwaizumi's grip tighten on you.
"stop your wiggling." he leans close to your ear whispers, a warning tone showing even in his hushed voice. you pout, giving your hips another quick wiggle just to bother him. iwaizumi all but growls in your ear this time, fingertips digging into the flesh just above your hipbone. "are you being for real right now?" he asks. you can barely pick up on the breathiness in his voice, but it's there.
and then you feel it, his cock twitching just below the demin of his jeans. there's a sudden wave of heat that flows through you and your thighs close tightly together. you're hoping it wasn't too noticable, that the table covers you enough but you feel your cheeks turn a deep shade of red anyway. you can feel hajime's breath warm on your neck, can feel how he slowly rolls his hips up against your ass.
his hands push you down on his growing hard on, making you bite your lip to suppress a soft whine from escaping. he glances around the table before sliding you off of his lap. you're sure the tent in his jeans is more than visible as he gets up and walks to the bathroom, but not before he glances at you. there was no way of conspicuously following him, so you just give it a minute before getting up as well.
you silently thank the restaurant for single bathrooms, knocking on the door you watched him walk into. the sight you enter to is enough to make your mouth water. hajime stands leaning against the sink, pants unbuttoned and his cock sitting pretty in his hand. "see what you did?" he grunts, his skilled hand working himself close to release. "this is your fault, doll." his breath is wavering as he looks over at you through his eyelashes.
you're stepping towards him without another word, sinking to the ground in front of him. "be a good girl and fix it now." his fingers find your hair and he tugs you forward.
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when someone asks your boyfriend if you’re single
⤷ oikawa, suna, bokuto, iwaizumi, akaashi ; [gn!reader]
warnings/genre: fluff, a little jealousy as a treat
notes: reblogs help me tons!!
he’s honestly so confused and can’t figure out if this is a prank or not
oikawa likes to flaunt his relationship with you, so the person has to be a complete stranger
either way, he quickly tells them that you’re taken, and he gets so smug and cocky whenever the person’s face falls
oikawa could tell the guy sitting beside him was staring at you. he didn’t like it, but surely the guy had seen him talking to you before that, right?
he thought so until the guy started speaking at least.
“you’re friends with them, right?” the person asked, and then continued whenever oikawa looked over at him. “do they have a boyfriend?”
oikawa’s eyes narrowed a little, eyebrows furrowing and lips forming something like a frown. he crossed his arms over his chest in much the same way a dog would raise its hackles.
“yes, actually. and their boyfriend is super hot. strong too, he could probably beat your ass.”
“ah, too bad. kinda sounds like you want him if you think hes so hot, huh?”
oikawa just rolled his eyes. he was about to answer whenever you walked over to the two of them, hand reaching out to him. he grabbed it quickly, then stood and began to walk away with you.
however, he made a point to turn and flash a victorious smile at the stranger.
he acts so calm but on the inside he’s gotten more jealous than he’s been in a long time
not that he doesn’t trust you, of course, but he didn’t like the idea of someone else picturing themself with you
rather, he didn’t like to picture you with someone else
he’ll be calm — cold and with a sinister edge to his voice, but calm
“hey, are you listening to me?” suna asked, snapping to get the other’s attention.
your boyfriend was supposed to be showing a new member of the team around, but whenever suna followed the guy’s gaze, he found that the other guy was distracted by you.
“oh- yeah, sorry. that uh- that person over there, the one talking to atsumu. what’s their name?”
suna huffed, but answered, “y/n.”
“are they dating anyone right now?”
that got suna’s attention. he nodded despite how much he wanted to walk over and throw his arm around you, pull you close to him.
“yeah.” suna said, trying to keep his voice level but it just came out tense. “and both of them are committed, so you might as well forget it.”
“really? do you think if-”
“I said forget it.”
bokuto just,, shuts down
he goes kind of quiet — suddenly, the usual loud and hyper bokuto is gone, replaced with a meek and submissive version
he gets jealous, sure, but he mostly just gets insecure about himself
you know he loves you, and yet he doesn’t think he can ever tell you that enough
“that person over there, what’s their name?”
bokuto turned to look at the person, then followed to where they were looking. he stared at you for a moment, trying to decide why a stranger would want to know that.
“c’mon, man, i saw you talking to them earlier.”
“y/n.” bokuto responded finally, smiling a little whenever you turned and gave him a small wave.
however, you’d turned away from him again whenever his face fell, whenever he heard the other guy’s next words.
“y/n, huh? that’s a nice name. but they don’t have a boyfriend, do they?”
again, bokuto was quiet for a moment. he felt his heart sink, felt the anxiety start to build and turn his stomach.
“they do, actually,” bokuto mumbled, and began to nervously play with his hands. he wasn’t really sure when he’d started that habit, but it was almost a relief from his anxieties at the time.
“ah, too bad.” the guy sighed, but walked away without another complaint.
it took bokuto another few minutes to walk over to you. normally, he wouldn’t mind, but he really didn’t want to bother you. you’d never seen him being insecure as annoying before, but still he was worried.
“hey, y/n?” he’d asked and was met with a small amount of relief whenever you walked away from your friends to talk to him.
“hey bo, what’s wrong?”
“uhm,” bokuto started talking, but he couldn’t look anywhere but down at the floor. “you love me, right? you don’t think i’m-”
“of course I love you! where is that coming from?”
he just smiled and shook his head, then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. “no where. I love you too.”
Protective Boyfriend Iwa™ activated
you know the “step the fuck up kyle” vine? that but it’s actually kind of intimidating
he’s trying to be calm but anyone can hear how tense his voice gets
iwaizumi recognized the voice as one of the new vbc members, so he was quick to look at them and ask what was wrong. however, he was a little confused when he say their eyes on you.
“does that person over there have a boyfriend?”
he blinked a few times before his face twisted into an expression somewhere between and annoyance and anger. “yes. why?”
the other person pouted. “i thought they were cute, and they seem nice. guess i should have figured they were already taken, huh?”
he stared at them for a while without saying a word. surely they were aware the two of you were dating, right? iwa knew that he wasn’t that much into PDA, but he also knew that he’s given you quick kisses in front of this guy before... hadn’t he?
“yeah, probably should have. i’m their boyfriend though, okay?”
akaashi usually isn’t the jealous type, but he can’t deny the small feelings of jealousy that he gets whenever the question gets asked
he won’t be necessarily aggressive about it, but he’ll tell them that you’re happily taken
he might tell the guy you’re married just incase the guy wants to try something 💀
he’ll be a little insecure afterwards though, won’t tell you about it but he acts clingier then he usually is
akaashi was probably the most approachable on the team. not that the others weren’t, but they tended to either be in a constant bad mood or they were rarely calm.
which is why akaashi thinks this person had asked him out of everyone on the team.
“you’re close with y/n, right?” the person started.
akaashi gave a confused look, but answered nonetheless, “yeah, why?”
“do you know if they have a boyfriend?”
akaashi took in a sharp breath; he honestly didn’t know why he was so taken aback by that, but then again it wasn’t as though either of you were hiding the relationship.
“actually, yeah, they’re engaged.” akaashi lied.
well, he didn’t know if it was a lie actually. he wanted to wait a little more and get your opinion on that type of thing, but he’d be more than happy to put a ring on your finger.
maybe then people wouldn’t ask him questions like that.
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you: *shivers slightly from the cold*
iwaizumi: god damn it i TOLD YOU *yanks off his own jacket and places it around your shoulders* it was going to be COLD *wraps a scarf around your neck* so you shoulda packed more layers *yanks a beanie on your head* you're gonna get sick and WHO are you gonna call *violently slips mittens over your hands* YOU NEVER LISTEN—
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18+ Only - MINORS DNI
f!reader x iwazumi hajime, smut, daddy kink, dubcon (alcohol, coercion ?), predator/prey imagery, light degradation, dumbification, overstimulation, hint of breeding, (500 wc)
Don't call Iwaizumi Hajime daddy.
He sees all the jokes online. He thinks it's weird. He tells you that he's not into it- that he knows too much about you and your parental issues for him to feel okay about it.
Call him sir. Call him master. Call him anything else and he'll take care of his good girl.
Don't get carried away and drink too much, or else it might just slip after he's forced you to cum on his tongue and fingers three times. Now he's teasing your pert nipples, telling you that he knows your slutty little body can cum just from this despite your cries that you can't handle another. He pinches and twists and licks, chuckling as you tremble and sob through yet another orgasm, making your mind go blank and your pussy to throb and tighten on itself.
And then it escapes. The tiniest little whine through your rapid breathing - your mind too far gone to remember that he doesn't want the title. But even if you don't say it, you know- your body knows that he is without a doubt your daddy.
"Don't call me that," he growls when he hears it fall from your tongue, eyes going dark and veins filling with something salacious and sinister.
But you can't hear him. It hurts how much you need to feel him inside you. All you can do in your haze is pathetically beg for his cock - your daddy's cock to please, please fill you up. Each maddening utterance of your desperation has the corners of his lips pulling into a snarl, teeth bared against your neck as he tries to control the way your hasty cries pry at the slumbering beast beneath his skin.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," he mocks your pathetic whiny voice as he moves to his forehead to yours, locked in on the way your glossy eyes try and fail to stay forward and focused on his intense expression - too overwhelmed by the aggressive rhythm of his cock grinding against your sore and sensitive clit, smearing the slick of your folds on the underside of his leaking shaft.
Tears roll from your eyes as your body moves on its own will, trying to catch his swollen cockhead at your entrance only to be denied by his arms holding you still. Your pleading grows louder, more frantic from the ache of his denial. He's never seen you like this before, so dumb and utterly lost in your need that you can only shamelessly sob the same words over and over.
"Daddy. Cock. Need. Please."
Hajime manages a smile, though it drips with hot saliva coating his teeth like a carnivore pinning its next meal to ground before going in for the kill. He runs his tongue over his incisors and leans into you again, sealing his hips against yours and thrusting up into you with a sudden snap. Your entire body contracts and clenches at the intrusion, eyes crossing so hard they manage to pop open as your tongue pushes down past your lips with a silent scream and gasp. He feels your soaking velveteen walls quiver around his cock, already teetering on the edge of climax. Dragging his mouth up your neck and to your ear, he gives you the warning he should have told you long ago,
"Don't fucking call me daddy unless you want me to make you a mommy."
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heyyy i just read the one where y/n showed the haikyu boys their matching underwear set hehe i really love itttt. Would you mind doing one with Daichi, Ushijima and Iwaizumi? 🥺🥺🥺
— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN YOU SHOW THEM AN UNDERWEAR SET PT.2
ft. timeskip!daichi sawamura, ushijima wakatoshi, iwaizumi hajime, matsukawa issei, oikawa tooru
note: suggestive ‼️yeth <3 now I wanna put on a fashion show for iwaizumi, because that's honestly what he deserves
•DAICHI saw you get out of the bedroom with the lacy set he bought you for your birthday as a present, a present more for him than to you to be honest “does it look good, dai?” he threw his head back, letting out a deep laugh “do a little twirl for me, darling” of course, as expected, he was enjoying every little second watching the soft material hug the curves of your body “does it look good or not?” he got up from the couch, wrapping your legs around his big waist “yeah babe, too good actually”
• USHIJIMA didn't expect you to flash him with your new outfit, it was in the back of your drawer for a good time and you decided that if it wasn't worthy then why keep it? “ ‘toshi, is this nice?” the withe fabric making you look straight out of heaven, he was sure you were his angel on earth; instead of replying he went towards you, placing both his big hands on your hips, massaging them and slowly moving them to grab a flesh of your ass, along open mouth kisses in the back of your neck, he told you “really nice, my love”
• IWAIZUMI was smirking, he initially went to the mall to buy some gym supplies and saw a set that made him imagine how good it would look on you, how your skin would look ten times more tempting than usual, he was sure he wouldn't take his eyes or hands out of you the moment you showed him how it looked on you “not sure, haji’, is it that good?” you were looking at the mirror from side to side, from the ass to the lacy cups of the bra “doll, let me show you how good it looks, yeah? I can buy you other once we finished”
• MATTSUN was just scrolling down his phone in bed watching you get ready to go to sleep; he saw that when you stripped your jeans down, the red lacy thong that made his eyes go wide “you’re trying something princess?” you looked at him in confusion because genuinely, you didn't knew what was he talking about, until you checked yourself on the mirror “ah! no I wasn't planning something but it looks cute right? it was on sale yesterday” his phone long forgotten on the night table when he went where you were, one hand on your ass while the other one was behind your neck “well, I'm planning something right now”
• OIKAWA took you out shopping, is one of his favorites hobbies see you go from store to store, buying pretty things that made you look fucking beautiful, when he heard you had a surprise for him, he expected a blouse or maybe a watch, not the sexiest set he ever saw, the translucent black of your bra along the panties that let little to no place for the imagination; he manspreded his legs on the couch before patting his thighs, for you to come claim your placed “my, my... don't you look pretty all dolled up like this”
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what i would give to be loved by Iwaizumi. I've heard a lot of people have protrayed him as mean or abusive, which is just... gross. Iwaizumi has a hard front. He's blunt and he bullies his best friend, but nobody can convince me that he wouldn't be the softest damn thing for his s/o. like, he's going to protect you like you're the most precious thing on earth (bc you are tbh). he's the type to tell you to dress slutty bc if someone even looks at you the wrong way, he's gonna throw his hands out, and then when you get home, he'll run you a bath, help you take off your makeup and wash your hair, and then once you're in bed his just hold you and make you feel so safe in his arms. Iwa comes off as mean and blunt and scary, but for you? he's the softest damn thing ever.
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