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Welcome Home (Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader)

Summary: It's Iwa's first birthday away from home, and so his college friends decide to get him the best gift they could think of. But perhaps what they get him was a bit too much of a surprise, because the gift (and everything that followed) were all events that Iwa was far from prepared for.

A/N: Egregiously late. What's new. Hbd birthday boy. If you just want the fluff and borderline spice then jump to "***6."

Rating: Teen (17+). 9/10 on spice.

W/C: 4.5k oh my- I'm sorry y'all lol. Enjoy the college interactions.

Warnings/Tags: Lots of swearing. Very suggestive. Explicit sexual implications. Implications of arousal. Alcohol use mentioned. Drunk behavior mentioned. College fic.

How the fuck did Iwaizumi get here? No, no, he wasn’t drunk (or rather, that drunk) last night, he didn’t black out. And no, he knows the exact sequence of events that lead him here. But how he got into the position where he wakes up to you in his bed- how this is real- is what he doesn’t know.

Opening his eyes and seeing your body overlapping with his, your hands twisting into his shirt, your nose nestling against his collarbone, your legs delicately entangled into the blanket, wrapping around his hips. He’s hyper aware of the warm skin of your thigh resting against the exposed skin of his lower belly, his shirt riding up. But you aren’t the only one in a compromising position. He is the one who woke up to his hands resting on places he’d never expected (only dreamed) of being on. His right arm is snaked around your waist, his fingers grazing the skin above the hem of your shorts. His left hand is gently cupping the base of your neck, hidden only by the length of your hair, which is so soft to the touch.

How the fuck did I get here, Iwaizumi thinks again as he gazes at you.

***1.

“Yo, Iwaizumi!!” A gentle voice calls. Iwaizumi hears it faintly.

“G’mornin’ Iwa,” an aggressive knock raps against his door followed by a deeper voice yells, “getcho ass out here.”

Iwaizumi’s roommates are calling him out to the living room of their apartment early on Thursday morning. He’s still half asleep when he rolls out of bed to find out what the fuck they wanted at this ungodly hour. After coming back from his internship late the day before, he was going to take full advantage of the beginning of his long weekend off. At least, that was the initial plan.

“What do you want, you dumbasses?” He rubs the sleep out of his face as he side eyes the two boys who were grinning goofily at him. The two had honed in on Iwaizumi early during the first year and adopted him as the third member of their squad. They’d honestly made the transition from Japan a lot easier for him, even though they annoyed him every step of the way.

“Sit down, Iwa,” Jonathan pats the beat up la-Z-boy recliner he had turned to face the windowsill.

“You’ll wanna be sitting for this one,” Aryan adds, popping open a Red Bull.

Iwaizumi slowly strolls over to the chair before sinking into it, staring with narrowed eyes at the two boys who are now sitting on said windowsill, heads downturned.

“This shit’s making me nervous, so spit it out,” Iwaizumi slowly says. He’d never been the best with suspense.

“So…your birthday is tomorrow…” Aryan pipes up after a long sip at his Red Bull.

“...but, we got you your gift early,” Jonathan smiles as he tells Iwaizumi the news.

All three sit in silence for a good few seconds.

“...Oh-kay… uh, where…where is it?” Iwaizumi asks.

Jonathan looks to Aryan, Aryan looks to Jonathan, exchanging an empty stare before Jonathan kicks Aryan in the leg.

“OW! Oh- OH.” Aryan pulls out a cup of coffee from behind him on the sill.

“What, you’re giving up your Red Bull addiction as a gift and switching to something more normal?” Iwaizumi snarks instinctually.

“No, what!?” Aryan is intensely offended.

“No, no, Iwa. But I’m asking for that to be my gift when my birthday comes," Jonathan says with disdain as he stares at the drink.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Aryan scoffs as he uses his other hand to pull his Red Bull close to his chest.

“It’s disgusting, is my problem, and that shit takes up an entire two rows in the fridge! Our fridge cannot be only Red Bull dog,” Jonathan bickers back.

Iwaizumi usually finds their antics amusing, but he’s too tired for this right now. “I shoulda figured this was some dumb shit.” He chuckles as he swipes his hand over his face. “I’m out-”

He feels the rocking recliner lean back. “You callin’ me dumb, Hajime?”

He almost didn’t hear it over the ruckus of Jonathan trying to wrestle the Red Bull out of Aryan’s hand while they both tried to keep the mug of coffee from spilling. But he did hear it. Immediately, Iwaizumi whips his head around, jumping out of the chair, and finds you standing on the other side, arms resting on the top of the chair, a small smile and brilliant eyes shining at him.

“Y/N?!”

You giggle at his wide eyes and slack jaw. “Hey. I bet you didn’t expect to see me he-” your words are cut off as Iwaizumi stumbles forward, launching himself forward so he can reach his arms out far enough to nab you and pull you against his chest, hard.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He mumbles in shock, pulling you away after a few seconds and squeezing your shoulders, making sure you’re really here.

You’d been friends with Iwaizumi since you were 6, and you’d been close since then, but hugging and just touching in general weren’t frequent occurrences back at home. But after spending 3 years in school in the States, both of you were now more comfortable with hugging all friends, regardless of gender. But while you were both now used to close contact with others, close contact with each other was still a distant memory.

That’s the realization running through Iwaizumi’s head when he drops his grasp from your shoulders.

“Surprise!” Jonathan and Aryan chant out in sync with those wide grins on their faces again.

“You guys did this?” Iwaizumi’s eyes are still wide as he approaches his boys again.

“We knew this was your first birthday not at home, and we knew Y/N was only in New York, and so we figured we’d bring a piece of home to you,” Jonathan now becomes a bit more nervous as he explains his reasoning.

As he slowly processes everything, Iwaizumi turns back to you. “But tickets to and from Cali and New York are ridiculously expensive right now, how could you even-”

“Your friends helped me out,” you say with a smile.

“Everyone, the entire GH3 gang pitched in, so it didn’t end up being that much. But you better like the gift because there’s no return policy,” Aryan quips as he holds the coffee out for you to grab, which you quickly take before he spills,. Iwaizumi walks in between the both of them and throws his arms around Jonathan's and Aryan's shoulders, pulling them in for a hug.

"What was with the coffee then?" Iwaizumi asks as he pulls away from them.

Aryan and Jonathan exchange a look, leaving you giggling. "A failed attempt at being cutesy. Aryan fucked it up," Jonathan says.

"Nah it's your fault for tryna be CUTESY bro I'm not good with that stuff," Aryan whines.

“You guys are crazy," Iwa says as he sighs.

“We kinda are,” Jonathan responds.

“And you love it,” Aryan adds.

You sip on the coffee and smile. Your smile widens when Iwaizumi looks at you with a happy gaze again, face relaxed. “You have some good friends,” you tell him in Japanese.

“Guess I’m a super lucky guy,” he responds back, his native language rolling off his tongue.

You both miss the glance Aryan and Jonathan share. “You two can do whatever it is… that y’all wanna do,” Jonathan instructs as he walks back to his room.

“Yeah we don’t wanna get in the way of uh, any activities you might wanna do, togeth-” Aryan tries to say until Jonathan elbows him in the gut. Iwaizumi just questioningly raises an eyebrow.

“Just be ready for the party tomorrow, we’re leaving by like, 10,” Jonathan says before aggressively shoving Aryan out of sight in the hallway.

You just laugh, so Iwaizumi lets go of whatever stupid stuff his boys were on about, turning to smile at you instead. “So, how was your flight?”

"I'll tell you all about it."

***2.

“You’re such a bad liar, Iwaizumi,” Jonathan says.

Iwaizumi’s eyes grow wide at his roommates accusation.

“What! What did I say, Jon?”

The girl next to him snorts. “Ugh, Iwa, you’re so stupid.”

“Fuck off, C,” Iwaizumi talks back, taking a sip from his drink to try and ignore his friends’ insults.

The three of them are all on a sofa in the corner of C’s apartment, chilling out as Iwaizumi’s “birthday party” continues on. Iwaizumi does enjoy the occasional party, never minding the fun, but his preference is always a kickback. He loves the upbeat music and the apartment fill with engaged conversations in different corners.

“You’re telling us you guys AREN’T dating? Like, she isn’t your girl?” Jonathan asks.

“Who, Y/N? No, no. We aren’t dating.”

“But you want to.” C quickly follows up, watching Iwaizumi’s reactions closely.

“...You guys are annoying,” he sips his Roman Coke, thinking that the alcohol is finally warming up his face.

“Oh my God, he’s blushing!” C calls out.

“I’m literally drinking alcohol, that’s why-”

“Ohh my- I know you didn’t just try to ‘Asian flush’ your way out of this,” Jonathan says, heated.

“What’s going on?” Aryan walks up to the couch.

“Aryan, Iwaizumi just tried to say he’s not blushing, he’s just got the Asian flush,” Jonathan tattles as Iwaizumi continues to grow more red.

“Oh my- Iwa you’re such a bad liar- you literally barely get red over alc ever,” Aryan snorts out.

“THAT’S WHAT I WAS SAYING- Dap me up dap me up-” Jonathan and Aryan continue to bro out as C laughs. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle as well, cheeks still warm.

“That excuse isn’t going to work, not with us,” C tells him lowly, her subtle jealousy of his high alcohol tolerance showing. Most of their friend group is Asian, and so many of them got red especially quickly. But not Iwaizumi.

“Yeah, that wasn’t the best move huh,” Iwaizumi says as he downs the rest of his cup.

“Even if you were just red cuz of the alc, we’d know you’re still lying about Y/N. The way you’ve been staring at her dreamy eyed gives it all away, you know,” C says.

He pauses for a second, seemingly zoned out. But then, he lets his concerns verbalize. “She’s on the other side of the country, C. And who knows where we both will end up after this year. I fucked it up by not making her mine 7 years ago, or any time since then-”

“But she hasn’t dated any one else since then?”

“No.”

“And neither have you, correct?”

“I haven’t dated, yeah.”

“If someone addressed her as your girlfriend, would you be disgusted? Or freak out?”

Iwaizumi shifts in his seat. “No, no, I’d…I’d like that honestly.”

“And she doesn’t mind you being called her boyfriend either.”

“What? How do you know that?”

“I tested it out.”

“What do you mean, you test-”

Iwaizumi is cut off by a tipsy Aryan throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Bro, y’all are meant to be. Y’all wanna cuff each other so bad, bro, it’s obvious to everyone.”

“Cuff?” Iwa asks.

“Date,” Jonathan clarifies.

“So just fucking do it. She’s waited this long for you to make a move, don’t… don’t waste any more…time….” Aryan says as he puts his head on Iwa’s shoulder, eyes closing.

“This dumbass took 2 more shots, so don’t mind him, I guess,” Jonathan adds as Iwa smiles a little, amused at his friend’s drunken act. “But he’s right. We wouldn’t jump through hoops to get her here if we didn’t know how important you both are to each other.”

“Y’all are basically dating anyways, just with no label and a bunch of unnecessary limitations addedd,” C says as she sips her crazy concoction. “If you don’t make a move, I’ll just have to make her my girlfriend,” she jokingly threatens.

Aryan suddenly wakes up from Iwa’s shoulder, eyes still closed but a wide smile on his face. “Yeahhh C, Ms. Steal yo Girl over here!”

“Shut the fuck up, Aryan,” she laughs out. Jonathan rolls his eyes and pulls Aryan back onto him, so Iwaizumi is finally free.

“Go dude, we’ll be here no matter how shit pans out. She’s on the balcony now.”

***3.

“Yo,” Iwaizumi says as he closes the door behind him, stealing a final glance at the aggressive thumbs up from inside the apartment. As he walks up to you leaning against the railing, he’s surprised to see how drunk you look- eyes droopy, face relaxed, a dazed look on your face.

“Hajime.”

“Y/N, are you-?” he’s cut off this time by you throwing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his waist as your face hides against his shirt.

“Tadaimaa~” you say, slipping back into Japanese. (I’m home).

“Oi, Y/N, you’re in California, with me, You’re not home yet,” he says as he lets his hand rub your upper back soothingly.

“No, Hajime,” the way you say his name makes his heart stutter. It only ever came out on accident, but since you first said it in 7th grade, you were the only one (except immediate family) who called him by his first name. . “Any time I’m with you, I feel like I’m home. I miss everyone. But I’ve missed you the most, and now I’m finally with you again. I’m home.”

His heart beats faster at your words, as he understands exactly what you’re saying. Because he feels the same.

He’s shocked when you reach up and grab his face with both hands, pulling him close to you. Half lidded eyes only partially hide the glimmer in your dilated pupils. He doesn’t stop you as you push your forehead and then nose against his own, he just holds his breath in anticipation. As you slip your nose to the right, closing the centimeter-wide gap, Iwaizumi closes his eyes, too, his grip on your back tightening.

“Tadaima, Hajime~” you say, your lips brushing against his as you speak, before you let your head fall to the side, pressing into Iwaizumi’s shoulder.

He finally breathes, taking a moment to recompose himself before standing upright again, letting your head rest against his torso. “Okaeri, Y/N,” he whispers as he sweeps you into his arms, staring admiringly at your sleepy face. (Welcome back).

***4.

“Yo, is she good?” Jonathan asks as Iwaizumi walks back into the house with you in his arms.

“Yeah, she just fell asleep.” he says quietly, nodding appreciatively at C who lowers the music.

“Do you want to keep her in my room? I’d offer her the couch, but it looks like Aryan’s dumbass isn’t gonna be waking up any time soon,” C says, cuing all of them to turn and see Aryan, who looks dead on the couch.

Keeping her in C’s room could work… but… his grip on you tightens.

“It’s okay. I don’t want her to panic if she wakes up confused. She’ll be able to get me if she’s in my apartment, so I’ll just take her back.”

“How’d the convo go?”

“It didn’t. She passed out before we could talk,” he looks down at you again.

“This is the most physical contact you’ve had with a girl ever, bro. And you both look comfortable. I’m sure it’ll go fine when it does happen.” Jonathan says with a smile.

“I think you’re right, Jon. Walk back with me?” Iwaizumi asks, smiling and nodding at all his friends who waved goodbye from throughout the apartment.

“Yeah, I gotchu.”

“Take care of our girlfriend, kay? Goodnight.” C smiles as she closes the door behind Iwaizumi.

***5.

He decides there’s no way he can leave you on the couch. He’d much rather sleep there himself, so he puts you in his room and grabs your night stuff.

You’d taught him about makeup remover and skincare back in the day, and he considers himself lucky for remembering it now. He knows to lightly tug off your falsies and to use the pink capped bottle with a cotton ball to remove your makeup. Surprisingly, you sat up for him. He makes the executive decision to forgo the serums and lotions in your bag, because he couldn’t remember that well.

Getting you changed is also a hassle, but he manages to get you awake enough to change yourself into your shorts and a shirt of his own (you had your own sleep shirt, so don’t ask me what possessed him to pull one out of his drawer). After he quickly changes into a pair of shorts and shirt himself, he guides you to lay back in his bed.

“Mm, Hajime,” you say in sleep, pushing your nose into his pillow.

Hearing you and watching you do that made his stomach flip, but he pushes that to the side for now. With a final push of your hair out of your face, he pulls back to leave.

That is, until you grab his hand, eyes still closed.

“Stay, Hajime. Please.”

He doesn’t have the willpower to say no to you. It’s not possible. So he sighs. 5 minutes next to her couldn’t hurt. I’ll just be next to her. Yeah. 5 minutes will be fine…

He squishes into the bed next to you, keeping his hands rigidly by his side while sleeping on his back. He turns his head to face you, eyes finally shutting, the image of your delicate features at rest being the last thing he sees before falling asleep.

***6.

None of that explains how you got entangled with him like this. He just doesn’t understand.

Iwaizumi realizes he’s wasted so much time trying to figure out how he got here, when he should have been figuring out how to get tf out. You start to take deep breaths, eyebrows furrowing as you readjust, slowly waking up.

In his panic, he closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. He feels like he’s holding his breath when he feels your breath speed up against his neck. Suddenly, he feels you jolt a little, propping yourself up against his chest. “Fuck,” he hears you mutter under your breath. But he’s surprised when you go silent for a minute, unsure of what you are doing and thinking. He’s even more surprised when you lay your head back down against his chest, your hands coming up to caress his chest.

Now his heart is racing. You have to be able to feel it beating out of his chest, too. Why did you pretend to sleep? Curiosity takes over as he peaks open an eye, only to find you peering up at him, too.

You both jump at the eye contact, Iwaizumi pushing himself farther up the bed and you scooching back to the edge of the mattress.

“You scared me!” You scold him.

“You were pretending to go back to sleep! I didn’t know what to do!” He defends with intensity.

“Well you’d only know what I was doing if you were awake the whole time! So you had to be pretending to sleep first!” Your elbows are digging into the bed as you prop yourself up, getting in the final word.

You’ve got him there. And it’s not like he could escape, because his side of the bed is up against the wall. So in panic and desperation, Iwaizumi huffs, turns around, and goes back into a sleeping position facing said wall, pretending like you aren’t behind him.

“Hajime! I know you’re still awake, don’t be stupid.” You tap his shoulder. No response. “Hajimee, please. We have to talk.” You try this 2, 3 more times, but he refuses to turn. He knows your right. But without the liquid courage coursing through his veins anymore, he’s suddenly not as prepared to talk about your 10+ years of romantic tension, all while half asleep.

Nothing would have prepared Iwaizumi for you to tug his shoulder, push him flat against the bed, and then toss your leg over his torso, taking a seat on his lower belly. He is even less prepared for you to grab his wrists and pin his arms to the side of his face, your eyes wide with a determined look.

“Hajime, I think this is a conversation both of us have been putting off for a while, but we really should talk about…us. I feel like we are both on the same page, but I don’t always know. Ever since-”

Iwaizumi listens to you. Well, tries to listen to you. But all the words are in one ear and out the other, because he knows damn well focusing is a lost cause right now.

You look gorgeous, sitting on top of him like that. And he feels like a perv for even thinking about it, but he can’t help but really look at you, your mussed hair, how small you are in his shirt with the way it engulfs you and even a bit of your legs.

But Iwaizumi is also terrified. Terrified because of where you are, and if you were to shift backwards even a bit, he would have a much bigger problem than the whole ordeal from the night before.

He coulda just thrown you off him, if he really wanted to. But the kicker is that he doesn’t want to. He wants you this close, for as long as he can have it be that way. But I can’t stay like this forever. He’s gotta listen because he knows you’re right, the conversation was long overdue.

“Hajime, are you even listening to me-ah!”

Iwaizumi grabs your hips and pulls you a bit higher onto his stomach- not too much higher, but just away from what he would consider the, uh, danger zone. Your whole body jerks, your hands planting by the sides of his head. And now, you’re awfully close to his face… just when one problem is taken care of, another one appears.

You both could drown, the way you stare into each other’s eyes. And he would be fine with that.

“I’m gonna keep this simple,” you start talking after a long pause, not breaking eye contact. Iwaizumi wordlessly acknowledges, squeezing your hips (he hadn’t removed his hands after moving you). “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you. And I want you.” Your hands slide up to the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheek bone. “So can I finish what I started yesterday?”

Those words are enough to rip the anxiety straight out of Iwaizumi’s chest and replace it with overwhelming relief and desire. Now that he knows you can be his, that you want him to be yours, he won’t hesitate to make that a reality.

He doesn’t even say yes. He grabs the back of your neck with one hand while the other grabs your face, pulling you in and closing his eyes the moment his lips make contact with yours.

His hands and body radiate warmth. His lips are shockingly soft, gentle but eager in the way they navigate yours.

Kissing you is more satisfying than he could ever dream of. So many nights and days spent yearning for you, for your touch and taste, and somehow getting it is even more euphoric. He’s instantly addicted. He soon lets his hand on your face migrate to your waist, and he wordlessly pulls you against his body before rolling you over, now the one looming over you.

He opts to control himself a bit, taking a minute to breathe when your legs wrap around his waist. Just kissing, for now. Don’t ruin it. He’s always been worried about making a move and ruining one of the most important friendships he’s ever had. But now that he has you, he doesn’t want you to think he’s just coming for your body. He’s willing to work his way up to that (and truth be told, he isn’t sure if he’s fully ready to get into it just yet either).

All that wasn’t gonna stop him from kissing you breathless, though. He presses his torso against yours a bit, just to add a bit of pressure and to feel more of you. While one of his hands stays behind your neck, the other rubbing circles into your hip (he’s never made out with someone before, so he’s going off instincts and what his boys have told him-- Aryan, Jon, Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa all had lots of advice to give). He takes over the pace of the kisses, leaning in and massaging the back of your neck as he goes. Your hands move back and forth from his face to his shoulders down to his arms, squeezing his biceps intermittently.

Riding the high, he decides to try something both Aryan and Makki are big fans of. He presses his nose into the spot behind your ear while his lips latch onto the spot below your jaw. And gently, he bites.

You giggle in response, your hands wrapping around his neck. “Haji, try and like, suck on that spot a bit more, don’t bite as much, mkay?”

Blushing and slightly embarrassed at his own fumbling, he listens to your instruction. But the noise you let out and the way you pull his hair proves worth the attention he gave your instructions.

After another 10 minutes of you two all up on each other, Iwaizumi finally rolls over to the side and pulls you against his chest, hugging you.

“...So…I feel the same way. If that wasn’t, uh, wasn’t super clear, or anything,” he finally says.

“Feel what way?” You bait, turning your head up from against his chest to look at him.

For someone who had no problem kissing you like crazy, words are suddenly really hard. Not because the words he wanted to say weren’t true, but rather because they were words he’d never imagine coming out of his mouth.

Face blaring red, he tilts his head down to look at you, pulling you closer.

“Suki da yo. Y/N.” He says it quietly, but it hits you when he looks into your eyes earnestly. “I’ve loved you for so long. So please, date me. Be my girlfriend. I’ve thought about it way too much, but I think we will make long distance work. And eventually we can be together again, and you won’t have to worry about anything else, because I’ve only ever wanted to be with you, and I don’t think I could change that if I tried-”

You stop his rambling with a soft kiss. “Yes, Haji. I’ll be your girlfriend. We already talk to each other every day, and I’m sure we will find a way to make it work. I’m gonna miss being with you, but I’d rather know your mine and far away than not have you at all,” you say as you nuzzle his chest.

He glows at you. “Actually, I have something to tell you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“So remember how I was shocked you came here from New York?”

“Mhm.”

“Because of how expensive it is?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you know why I knew the price of tickets right now?”

You stop, clearly thinking. “..How?”

“Because I booked a roundtrip flight for next week myself.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, I, I missed you a lot. So I was gonna come visit you on my week off.”

“Hajime! For real!”

“Yeah, for real.”

You prop yourself up just to jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “You’re the best.”

He doesn’t even know what to say, so instead, he just wraps his arms around your back as well, keeping you close.

This has to be the best birthday ever.

A/N Notes: I HAVE SO MANY

The coffee mug was a mug of yours that you gave Iwaizumi, and so the boys thought it would be funny for you to reclaim your mug casually and walk in as if nothing was out of place. But then they fucked it up and in hindsight realized how dumb of a plan it would've been.

Aryan is ethnically Indian, Jonathan is ethnically Korean, and C is also an international student from Thailand. Their friend group is based off my own and our interactions <3

C came up to you and said "it's so sweet of you to come visit your boyfriend for his birthday!" she was expecting you to blush and maybe correct her maybe not. She wasn't expecting you to say "Iwaizumi's not my boyfriend. Yet. I'm gonna ask him out soon though." But that's what you did. She immediately liked how straight forward you were. Also she was the first to know you were gonna make a move lol.

You'd called Oiks, Mattsun, and Makki before going to Cali. They had also been very supportive of you making a move.

Iwaizumi pretended to not see your sleep shirt because he really just wanted to see you in his shirt, but he'd never admit that.

Jonathan and Aryan quickly befriended you as well, welcoming you as an honorary roommate.

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