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miya-rin · 1 year

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whenever someone is in a “please can you pretend to be my boyfriend” situation they will always turn to iwaizumi hajime to stand in, and you were no different.

when you were dragged to a house party by your friends your first year of college, you didn’t expect for there to be so many eyes on you. and it may just be because you looked good in your outfit, but it felt different, especially when you made eye contact with one guy who looked a little older than you, but despite the age gap he stared you down like he wanted to eat you alive.

a feeling of dread washed over you and you scan around the room for something, anything that can help you. and thats when your eyes fall on him.

iwaizumi hajime.

you had never really spoken to him before, only once or twice during your shared maths class, but you didn’t really have a choice at that moment, so you walk up to him.

“hi,” oh shit you’re really doing this, “my names yn.” you’re nervous, incredibly nervous. you’re pretty sure he can see it on your face.

“i know, we share some classes together, are you okay? you seem kinda off.” he looks worried, its a look that you don’t see often from strangers, he actually wants to help you.

“please can you pretend to be my boyfriend?” that catches him off guard, you can tell by the way his drink gets caught in his throat and his eyes go wide.

he was not expecting that.

“excuse me?”

“just for a little bit, this guy keeps staring at me and its making me really uncomfortable, i get the question was sudden and we don’t know each other but please, i’m begging you, can you go along with it?”

“..yeah sure, i don’t see why not. sit down.”

“there’s nowhere to sit..?” you look at him puzzled as he starts to pat his lap. oh.

“sit. if you’re comfortable of course, it would just make it more believable.”

hesitantly you get on your tip toes and as you are about you hoist yourself up he grabs onto either side of your waist and lifts you up, then places you down until you are flush against him. to say you are flustered would be an understatement. and the way he naturally wraps his arms around you makes it worse, its like he’s meant to do this.

iwaizumi is attractive, you would have to either be blind or an idiot to not admit that, but being like this with him was so…weird, in a good way.

it felt normal, almost too normal, like you two had been friends (or maybe something more) for years. and you weren’t complaining.

“who is it?” his breath is fanning over your neck ever so slightly and his hands were playing with the hem of your shirt. ”the one that’s bothering you.”

“you see that guy in the corner over there, long-ish hair, striped shirt and a sorta scruffy excuse for a beard?” that makes him chuckle, its a beautiful sound.

“yeah i see him, he looks a little old don’t ya think?”

“yeah thats the whole problem, he looks like 5 years older than me.” you turn you head to face hajime, hes staring at you already.

“you know…i have an idea to get him to lay off, its all up to you though.” you know what he’s thinking, you were hoping he’d ask.

“and what would that be?” his face changes, its slight but definitely there, he looks more confident, like he knows what you are gonna say.

“let me kiss you,” his hand snakes up your arm and settles on your nape, “it would sure get rid of him.”

“go for it, kiss me.” and thats all he needs before he gently places his lips against yours, staying still for a second or two before he starts moving, turning his head slightly to get a better angle.

it all feels so right.

you both pull away to catch your breath, having the same idea you look for the man that was staring at you, only to find him gone.

“well,” he starts, “looks like it worked.” he looks proud of himself, but the boyish grin on his face, the blush on his cheeks, and the fact that he is all fidgety now tells you that he didn’t just do it to help you, he wanted to kiss you, so why not give him what he wants?

“im not sure hajime, i think we should carry on, you know, just to make sure he is actually gone.” your hands start to play with the hair above his neck and he gets this wobbly smile across his face.

he likes the sound of that.

“i mean if it would make you feel better then i guess i should, shouldn’t i?”

“absolutely.” you say before you pull him back into you.

you went home that night with a new phone contact and a not-so-pretend boyfriend.

#this is kinda shitty but i am incredibly tired and i haven’t posted anything proper in a few days so oh well #lav.posts♡#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq x you #hq imagines #haikyuu iwazumi #iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi drabble

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teacrying · 1 year

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Soft

I wrote this more as a female reader but a lot of them aren’t strictly that! And this is all about chubby reader because there is a lack of that.

Contains: Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei, Azumane Asahi, Nishinoya Yuu, Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Hinata Shoyo, Ukai Keishin, Tsukishima Akiteru, Yamamoto Taketora, Aone Takanobu, Miya Osamu, Kita Shinsuke, Aran Ojiro, Bokuto Koutaro

Iwaizumi Hajime: He wouldn't mind anything but he tends to be drawn to thicker people. He loves how soft a chubbier partner would be compared to his hard muscular build. He also loves to leave marks and that means more marks on a chubby partner. Bonus points if you are shorter than him. He thinks you'd look angelic in anything and nothing.

Matsukawa Issei: Large boy requires soft, small partner. Thighs with some tummy chub are his weakness. He like's how your body would mold to his hands. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn’t.

Azumane Asahi: He is a large teddy bear and he would be open to anyone. Though, like Iwaizumi, he loves how their body would feel under him. Nuzzling into the side of their neck is his favorite. Also, he would love to design things specifically for you body type and have you model it.

Nishinoya Yuu: THIS BOY IS ALL ABOUT PRETTY PEOPLE. He isn't picky, he just wants to worship the ground you walk on. If you are taller than him his favorite spot to cuddle into is your chest. Soft and warm on either side of his head/face.

Sawamura Daichi: not a picky one but he does love the squish. He loves the way thigh highs sculpt your thighs and how some of your body squishes out of certain garments. Gifts thigh highs and garter belts just to see how they squeeze the thigh meat you have.

Sugawara Koushi: He loves how his fingers indent in soft flesh. He thinks it's perfect cuddle conditions and will make sure you know you're loved. He may be chaotic and sassy but you are his #1 priority and will make you feel as if you belong.

Hinata shoyo: He doesn't discriminate. Hell, he spent most his life being shit on for his height. He won't let some chub get in the way of his loving on you. Drinks his respect women juice thanks to having a mom and a sister he's close to.

Ukai Keishin: He doesn't care but he is almost always drawn to chubby girls. He'd probably think you are sturdier and loves the feeling of a soft body under his muscled one. He is a kinky bitch and having more flesh to mark is great for him.

Tsukishima Akiteru: He is a kind soul who doesn't care what you look like, the extra squish you would have is just the cherry on top.

Yamamoto Taketora: Another one who would bow down to you. No matter the shape of his partner he would show you he appreciates you every second he can. Gives him something to keep his hands busy if you guys are just watching TV or something.

Aone Takanobu: Another teddy bear. Let him carry you around the house, he'd think it's adorable. Warm and soft is all he is locked onto and he will make sure you know he loves even the chub on you. He loves you for you because he knows that being judge mental towards appearances is not great.

Miya Osamu: He loves a person who can eat. The squish is just an addition he loves. He is another one who feels like the squish is extra padding to manhandle. You would be his designated taste tester. No one is allowed to make fun of you in his presence even if it's just friendly banter, ESPECIALLY HIS TWIN.

Kita Shinsuke: First, I must say, what a king. He respects women and wouldn't even think about your weight, he might even like some chub. He doesn't understand why but the thought of a plush body next to him or even on him make his brain go 'brrrrrr'. I don't see him having trouble manhandling you before or after high school due to him being a country boy with his rice.

Ojiro Aran: Again, yet another king. He had years of dealing with the twins' bullshit for years so some extra weight on his partner is not a problem. Show up to a game of his in his jersey paired with thigh-highs you might break him if he sees. Thankfully he only sees after their game, despite how much he loves you and has seen you in less, he almost fainted. Iwaizumi could be heard laughing at him from the hallway.

Bokuto Koutoro: He has stated that he likes women on the chubbier side. He also has two older sister's that have told him it isn't all about looks. He is mvp of repsecting women. He probably would be happy no matter your weight because it's your personality and not your body he's in a relationship with.

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trueshellz · 1 year

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Touch

Part of my Invisible Illness Series

Warnings: slipped/herniated disc, sciatic pain, back pain, reader teary, massage, cuddling.

A/N: as someone with a herniated disc and sciatica I can confirm that winter months wreak havoc on my back.

Summary: Winter mornings suck...

Winters usually meant hot chocolate and fireplaces, snuggling up with Iwaizumi and snowball fights. Dark mornings and even darker evenings, frozen feet and icy car windows.

But for you winters meant almost constant pain.

Waking up in the morning stiff, the cold making your muscles spasm and seize even when you had worn a heat pack or used your electric blanket. The sharp pain tugging at your nerves and zapping down your legs, you gently rolled onto your back and slowly started moving yourself around. Doing the gentle stretches you were accustomed to and breathing deeply when a the stretch pulled your quads a little too much, you sighed when you felt Iwaizumi's hand halting your movements.

"'S ok, doll. Roll over f'me."

Turning your head, you watched your boyfriend yawn and sit up, the warm duvet dropping down and making him shiver a little as his bare chest was exposed. His hair was messy, eyes bleary with sleep as he blinked at you owlishly and you couldn't help but run your hands over his sculpted chest earning a snort of amusement.

"Said roll over, not grope me. Jeez woman."

Smacking him, you brought your knees up and winced as you rolled over onto your stomach. A few days earlier you had sneezed a few times, one particular had made your back seize up and you had been off work on muscle relaxants for almost a week. The feeling of Iwaizumi's warm hands made you smile, he had taken it upon himself to look after you and give you massages every morning and evening, rubbing magnesium lotion on you and making sure you were doing your physiotherapy.

Resting your cheek on the pillow to glance at him, you couldn't help but smile at the deep concentration on his face as he gently pressed his thumbs into your back. The bottle of massage oil placed between his legs where he sat with them crossed, your hand tracing the muscle definition he had kept from his high school volleyball days which had bulked out. The sleepwear he wore hid very little and you huffed a laugh when he picked up your hand wordlessly and placed it back on the bed.

"Scale of one to ten?"

"Maybe 6? The right side is still sore and I can barely bent over to brush my teeth but thankfully I can stand and walk around now."

"Hmm. Did you take your meds last night?"

"Yup. And rubbed that smelly roll on stuff that you brought from overseas."

"Good girl."

A particular prod on your hips had you wincing and hissing out in pain, tears filling your eyes as he rubbed the area as an apology.

"Your hips and quads are so tight still." His face morphing when he saw the tears running down your face. "Shit. Sorry, doll. I didn't mean to-"

You shook your head as he lay down and wrapped his arm around you, covering you with the blanket again as he planted a kiss on your forehead. His eyes full of worry, eyebrows creased as he gently rubbed circles on your lower back.

"Epsom salts later? It'll help loosen you up." He smiled as you nodded, eyes drifting closed as he rested his chin on your forehead. "I'm not getting in this time though, the water felt like it had been piped straight from the depths of hell."

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ahuublog · 1 year

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iwaizumi hajime as a boyfriend

it’s pretty simple – you meet during university lection

iwaizumi tries to give his homework to the teacher (oikawa too actually, they both have missed everything because of competitions)

and you’re awkwardly standing next to them because you need to talk to the professor

so while oikawa is cutely trying to ask for forgiveness, you and iwaizumi just even more awkwardly smile to each other

“come and write a test on thursday, all three of you” – professor says

well you’re not happy

but it’s funny to have a test with them – you’re not exactly familiar with each other, but you just calmly laugh when oikawa is being hysterical cause “does anyone in the hell now what the answer is?”

they help you, you help them and the professor pretend to be blind

iwaizumi tries not to smile too much at you

“our hero needs a cup of coffee, don’t you think so, iwa-chan?”

you say you have to go to work, so maybe next time

“you haven’t said your name to us properly, beauty” – oikawa’s just being fluffy again when you bump into them in university corridor

“sorry, he’s just in his spring mood” – iwaizumi apologizes and you say it’s fine

so you find yourself at their game with another university

and well it seems that you’re in your spring mood too because why the hell is iwaizumi that handsome?

“bestie, you’re staring” – your friend chuckles

you don’t even deny it

iwaizumi comes to you after the game and you understand that something is going on when oikawa stays away and just winks

he’s so cute

he’s just a big, strong boy with calm character which you like so much and he’s such a cutie at the same time

both of you just roll eyes when hanamaki, matsukawa and oikawa whisper something behind

doesn’t matter anyway

you just visit their games more and more often

and congratulations

you understand that you’re in love with the team’s ace

“finally” – cries oikawa – “i thought i would die without my children being together”

“shittykawa, shut the hell up” – hajime (he asks you to call him that) takes you away

and well okay you’re not the only one in love

you’re so loveable together

it’s just so calm and natural between you two

you’re able to bear oikawa

“hajime may think he’s not that good” – oikawa tells you seriously one day – “i’m glad someone can finally return his confidence”

you surely can and do

you literally make hajime blush SO hard each time you give him compliments

“do i even deserve you?” – he whispers after he finishes kissing you

well you say it’s you who don’t deserve him

he’s so caring

never too demanding and overprotective, but always here to do whatever you need

he’s not really talkative, but neither are you

so you lie on him, your head is on his shoulder

you don’t talk, just listen to his breath and he plays with your hair while reading some material for studying

he meets you when your lections end

it’s just late spring’s days

everything is blooming

your heart also is

it’s dawn, wind in you hair and kisses all over your face because hajime is so in love

“my” – he whispers in the sunlight and doesn’t wait for the answer – he knows that you feel the same

#iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader

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kodaiki · 2 years

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the broken hearts club.

summary: who knew a mere crush on your high school best friend could be so destructive in the end?

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k

genre/cw: pining (seriously, severe one side pining), best friend!iwa, angst (no fluff), naive!reader, reader who doesn’t set boundaries, memory-style fic (lots of flashbacks n past tense), college!au, (mentioned)high school!au, ft. oikawa, mentions of makki & mattsun.

a/n: dedicated to bby @apricunts bc this has been in my drafts forever </3333

knock, knock, knock.

you rub at your eyes, whether it was to push the fatigue or still festering sadness, it’s not clear, as you tread from your bedroom in the direction of your apartment's front door. your feet pad quietly against the hardwood floors as your arms wrap around yourself from the chill summer night air coming in from the open window of your living room that you forgot to shut before heading to bed.

approaching the door with a perplexed expression, you raise slightly on your tiptoes to look through the peephole but it's too dark in the hall – you really need to talk to your landlord about that broken automatic light – to see who's there.

you pray it's not some sort of stalker or murderer knocking on your door, and decide to pull it open with a tired, “hello?”

it's after midnight, though, so who the hell is knocking on my door at this time?

maybe it's ms. kim from the apartment above yours who lost her cat again and she's wondering if she'd snuck into your place through the fire escape, an event that never actually happened but she claims to have.

it was an annoying instance at best, having the woman appear at the strangest hours of the day, whether it be midnight or at the crack of dawn, worrying about her cat. although, you did understand on a certain level, caring for an animal companion and being worried of their safety, ultimately you were usually bothered.

“y/n.” the deep, gravelly, familiar voice is what makes your eyes spring open and you snap your neck up to meet the eyes of the subject on the other side of the doorframe.

“what’re you doing here?” you ask coldly, demeanor immediately shifting as you bring your hand up to clasp the door and begin shutting it. “go home.”

“wait, no, y/n.” the man on the other side of the door, iwaizumi hajime, easily braces the impact of the door shutting on him by holding out his arm, one much stronger than yours, and preventing it from closing. “will you please hear me out?”

curse his strength, really, you can't help but think with an eye roll.

“what on earth makes you think i should?” your eyebrows furrow in frustration and the tiredness your mind and body feel don’t help your mood as you stare daggers at the frowning man.

you’re broken, you believe.

and you blame the man in front of you for it.

“i... i-” he’s at a loss for words, evident by his stammering. the flush of his cheeks – wait, did he run here? nevermind, that doesn’t matter– deepens as he struggles to find the words.

but you don’t let him.

“how many times are you going to put me through this, huh?” you ask, humorless chuckle bubbling in your throat. “you want me one day, the next i’m a friend and and until now, i’m a stranger you couldn’t care less about. pick a damn dynamic and stop playing with me, iwaizumi.”

you’re exhausted at this point. tired of the game iwaizumi has you playing. though, it not very fair when he’s the one playing you.

it's a cat and wand game, you think. iwaizumi’s the one holding wand, dangling the fun colored stick with feather and beads hanging off it in front of you as you try to grasp at it; but you’re never able to, since iwaizumi pulls the wand out of sight before you have the chance.

that’s how your … relationship? friendship? that’s how whatever the hell you had was.

it wasn’t a secret that you had a thing for the guy — your mutual friend, oikawa liked to call it a lot more than a thing, sometimes chanting that you were indeed in love with his best friend to which you'd quickly yelp for him to shut up in case he heard him.

but the truth is, you could never have iwaizumi.

that much he made obvious.

you started off as friends, you recall, meeting in high school and living on the same block. when your mother met his, as embarrassing as it is to say, he was coerced into walking to you home in fear for your safety when you had after school clubs that ended rather late.

and iwaizumi always obliged. because he was a good guy.

fast forward to your last year of high school, and meanwhile your friendship developed into a best friendship, you’d also developed quite the crush on the guy. and ... well, it was sorta obvious; your cheeks were always flushed around him and you smiled more than anyone ever saw at school.

he never voiced it if he noticed, though. sometimes during high school, you wondered if iwaizumi himself were so oblivious to your feelings but where you stand now, you believe he simply ignored your feelings.

that didn’t stop him from indulging it though, did it?

he bought you lunch, invited you over to his house with oikawa or his other friends from the volleyball team that were in your year. he made you part of his group; it was out of mere convenience: the formation of a friendship solely because it was so easy to.

"hey doofus," he'd greeted, approaching you at lunch, while you picked at the jello cup you'd bought from a vending machine since you inconveniently forgot your bento at home. "have some of mine."

he plops half a sandwich onto a napkin in front of you before sliding into the cafeteria seat across from yours.

"thanks," you'd murmured, hiding the flush of your cheeks as you stared down at his offering.

"do i need to start packing an extra bento for you now?" iwaizumi asked, amused tone filling his voice, and he leaned forward to ruffle the hair atop your head. "i think this is the second time this month."

"shut up!" you fired back as he laughed at your forgetfulness. still, the gesture warmed your heart, evident by the darkness of your cheeks.

it meant much more to you than it meant to him, you conclude, looking back at the smiles you shared in those hangouts with a bitter taste in your mouth.

things started to change when your friends, other girls from your class or clubs, became involved. iwaizumi – and oikawa, since he was sort of a celebrity at your school – were suddenly in your own personal friendships. you believed it was for the latter’s sake and your friends, who had an utter crush on the man as every other girl at your school did. but now thinking back at it, the former had a hand in that, too.

iwaizumi dated your closest friend at the time. funnily enough, she was the only friend you'd blatantly told about your crush on iwaizumi, something she claimed to have supported and shipped with her whole heart.

so to hear about their relationship maybe a month later? stung to say the least.

she'd said he confessed to her, something iwaizumi later confirmed, and admitted that amidst your own rambling about the spiker, she'd developed a crush as well and couldn't say no.

you think that was the first time iwaizumi unknowingly broke your heart. of course, your close friend did, too, and you chose to break off the friendship, something which she unsurprisingly didn't mind since she got what she wanted in the end. so why couldn't you let go of iwaizumi? well, it wasn't his fault he had feelings for someone else.

you blamed yourself for your own sadness, however, scolding yourself that you never came clean about your feelings for him so how was he supposed to know? additionally, you were the one who didn't want to tell him in the first place in fear of ruining your friendship if your feelings weren't reciprocated.

when they began dating, you were no longer prominent in his mind. to put it bluntly, he forgot about you. you were left at the school doors receiving texts that he’d already left to walk your friend home, apologizing with some sad emoticon as if he truly cared. no longer were you invited to hang out like you used to, maybe seeing him in passing in the hallways at school and greeting each other with distant waves.

when he did see you in school for more than a few seconds though, maybe in between classes on a break that he wasn't spending with her or when she was busy, all he could do was talk about her.

"y/n, you don't even get it, she's like, the best," he'd gushed one day as he scribbled down notes for your upcoming anatomy exam.

"yeah?" you muse rather dryly, attempting to zone out during these sorts of comments. it's not exactly easy hearing the guy you like talk about the girl he's dating, so ignoring it was the next best option.

"definitely, she made me brownies last week? i think i finished them in a day. god, she's a great baker. did i mention her parents own a bakery? we go there after school all the time and ..."

and he went on and on, unaware of the frown on your face when he's not looking, nor the forced smile when he happened to meet your gaze with his.

but they eventually broke up ... and dynamics changed again.

suddenly, iwaizumi was back in your life, sitting next to you at lunch, exchanging words as if no time had passed.

and stupidly, you forgave whatever feelings he’d caused you. because he was a good guy! he didn’t actually mean to hurt you, he probably didn’t even know!

he was more forward than ever before, even breaching the line of flirting with you. your hangouts weren’t explicitly called dates but they sure as hell felt like it: the charming smiles your way, the smooth words about how pretty you were, the brushing of hands when walking beside each other, it was too much to debate…

"your hair is up today," iwaizumi'd observed, looking over at you for more than a glance as you walked down the familiar streets leading to your neighborhood.

"yeah, the weather's too warm to keep it down."

"it's nice, i like it."

five simple words, just five words, and they made your stomach do somersaults. you started wearing your hair up more often, with the mere hope that your friend may have commented (maybe complimented) again about it.

soon enough, he was initiating the skinship with you, tucking hair behind your ear when it fell while you did homework together. he grasped your hand when you were walking too slow for him on your way to or back from school. it became so normal that before you knew it, you didn't realize it was almost couple behavior. well, not until that talk.

"you haven't kissed anyone?" iwaizumi had gaped, sitting up from his relaxed position on your bed as he scrolled on his phone.

you'd been sitting at your desk, working on a project while iwaizumi kept you company, throwing off ideas for suggestions.

"nope," you answered embarrassedly, cheeks flaring at the fact. you were in your last year of high school, surely it should've happened by now. well, it's tough when the guy you want to kiss is only your closest guy friend and you're too afraid to ruin the friendship. "you must know that, what other guys do i hang out with?"

"my teammates," he said bluntly with a shrug.

"you think i'm snogging with oikawa or something?" you couldn't help but laugh at the disgusted expression of his face.

"no! i dunno ... maybe makki or mattsun."

"no way." your laughter fell to a giggle. "it is sorta embarrassing though."

"not really."

"is, too!" you spun on your chair to face him. "imagine how embarrassing it'll be in college and someone asks me about my first kiss and i'll have to say it hasn't happened yet!"

"doesn't matter," iwaizumi shakes his head. "first kisses don't really mean much."

"really?" you murmur, frown forming on your face. "i want my first kiss to mean something."

"you're so sappy." he rolls his eyes. "but i mean nobody cares about first kisses. you can lie if anything and just say you kissed someone in high school.

"haji, you know i'm a bad liar."

"fair enough." he takes a long sigh and glances around your room. "kiss me then."

you did a double-take at that, first instinct saying you misheard him and you sputter, "w-what did you say?"

he shrugs, ignoring your horrified expression. "kiss me then, get it over with so you can tell your future boyfriend that you did have your first kiss and it won't be so embarrassing."

"that's not funny," you huff, looking away from him as a pout forms on your face.

"i'm not joking!" he laughs. "it's just an offer, you can reject it if you want."

you pause at that, peeking over at him through your periphery, and noticing his truthful, yet all the same nonchalant expression, you seriously think about it.

oh, how wrong of a choice this was.

having your first kiss be your best friend friend you have feelings for meanwhile he believes he'd just do you a favor saving you from embarrassment.

"you'd do that?"

"i'm your best friend, ain't i?"

you should've say no, you really should've.

"okay."

you remember his lips were soft, melding against yours and guiding you through most of it due to your lack of experience. and damn, was he a good kisser. you expected a mere peck, something that lasted maybe a few seconds, not the make out session it turned out to be that lasted minutes. by the time you separated, you'd both had flushed cheeks and swollen lips, laughing afterward about the bizarreness of it all.

alas, you fell harder than before. the crush grew into a deeper emotion, maybe grazing the concept of love, but you never got to explore that feeling further with him.

iwaizumi got another girlfriend.

the second heartbreak, all by the doing from the same man as the first. surely, you looked too deeply into things? you were reaching for signs that he liked you back and it was actually truly platonic everything he was doing and saying before?

you felt like an idiot.

once more, your lunch table was left with you at it, maybe some friends from your classes, but no iwaizumi. your walks were lonely again as were the shared chat messages with him, having days or weeks pass before a new text chain.

you remember calling yourself stupid while hot, angry tears rolled down your cheeks. yourself! you blamed yourself for the heartache you felt.

you barely remember their relationship, facing iwaizumi's avoidance once again, but this time ten-fold. maybe you also played a role in avoiding him, too, far too afraid to face him while he looked so lovesick; too afraid you'd simply burst into tears.

you all soon graduate. iwaizumi decided to go abroad to the united states, a decision not agreed with by his girlfriend, leading to their inevitable breakup.

a few days into the first semester of your college experiences, iwaizumi texted you.

9:12 A.M. [hajime :3] hey y/n 9:12 A.M. [you] why aren't u asleep? isn't it like 1am there? 9:14 A.M. [hajime :3] couldn't sleep 9:15 A.M. [hajime :3] i miss u :(

here we go again …

you struggle with the long distance friendship only slightly, your biggest enemy being the time difference. but voice memos and scheduled texts are a best friend in those times of need. you wake to sweet morning messages from your former friend, recalling his day and wishing you a better one.

you don’t remember how you were so willingly open to begin a friendship with iwaizumi again, let alone while he’s in another country.

maybe he’d come to his senses?

no.

iwaizumi hajime was afraid of being alone. he’d keep anyone around to just to keep that from happening. so when he went abroad to a new place with no one he knew, it’s only obvious he’d reach out to you, the girl too naive to say no to him.

in november, he ghosts you.

you receive no messages, no facetime calls, nothing. it was as if he disappeared. you were worried for him at first, unsure if he lost or broke his phone. until you see his instagram story as see he’s been hanging out with a new group of people.

oh, so once again, he found his new home of a friend group, becoming comfortable in the new country he was a adjusting to.

it was that moment when you realized you were a filler person. the buffer between his phases, his friends, his girlfriends. his team was his core, he couldn't take them for granted and return when he wanted to, he simply couldn't do that. you though, someone who looked at him like he hand placed all the stars in the galaxy, he could.

during his times of loneliness, needing any distraction, you were it. the distraction; the temporary fix while he healed or was in search for someone new.

no tears spill over your cheeks when you come to the realization. your eyes, brimmed with tears as you stare in fury at that damn group picture with him and strangers you decide you loathe for no good reason, redden as you suck it up and refuse to let them fall.

iwaizumi returns to japan for summer break, expecting to reunite with his old best friends and have the summer of his life before returning back to school for the fall semester.

just a few weeks earlier, oikawa had texted you about a group dinner they (they being him with the addition of matsukawa and hanamaki) were going to in reuniting with their old teammate and friend.

given all that’s happened, you pass on the offer.

“huh?” oikawa had sounded into the phone when he calls you in confusion at your response. if anything, he’d think you’d be the most excited for iwaizumi to come home.

“tell him welcome home from me,” you mumbled out, promptly ending the call with no explanation. no 'i'm busy,' no 'aw i'm sorry i can't make it!'

just 'no thanks.'

oikawa isn’t stupid, though. he quickly pieced your past the best he could from being a third person party looking in on you and iwaizumi's friendship, in addition to your tired tone. you’d gone through enough, so he really doesn't blame you. therefore, he doesn't beg or try to talk you into going, that'd just be unfair to you.

that dinner was tonight, the night you had no plans filling your evening, deciding to stay home at your college apartment, enjoying your own independence away from your family's home.

you saw the posts your friends, his fellow old teammates, had made, welcoming iwaizumi back home on their instagram stories, so the reminder just made you sad all over again; so sad that a man, a boy, could throw your heart for such a whirlwind, shredding your idea of love in your own mind.

iwaizumi, who's staring at his shoes quietly, finally breaks the silence with a small, "i'm sorry."

you can't help but scoff at that. "sorry? you're sorry?" you laugh again. "iwaizumi, go home." the name still feels foreign on your tongue, having been used to calling him by his first name for most of your friendship.

he looks up, panicked eyes boring into yours. "i didn't mean to hurt you! i swear, i was dumb and stupid a-and-"

"but you did," you cut him off and your tone has dropped considerably. you're exhausted. "goodbye, now. enjoy your summer."

"y/n, please!" he pleads exasperatedly, lurching forward in attempt to enter your apartment but your hand across the doorframe gives him a sign he's better off not.

you've never confronted him like this about your feelings. and maybe that was your fault for allowing yourself to be strung along this far. but at least you're holding your ground now.

"i tried going home, but god, the feeling of not seeing you at dinner. i just, i need you to-"

"to what?" your brows furrow deeper, anger seeping back into your body. "you need me to what? forgive you? call you hajime and pretend like you didn't break my heart countless times? get over it, iwaizumi. it's over. whatever this is, it's done."

"y/n," he trails off, shoulders falling into a slouch as his eyes widen in fear.

"you hurt me." your words cut through him like a knife, nothing but defensiveness and hurt lacing your tone. you ignore the wobble of your lower lip as you speak and push back the burning behind your eyes. "i loved you and you hurt me."

iwaizumi's face pales and he opened his mouth, though nothing comes out. you nod to yourself, reading his guilty expression.

"so go home and forget about me. it shouldn't be so hard since you've done it a few times already. good night." you take advantage of iwaizumi's frozen state, caught up in his own mind as he wracks his head for something to say, closing the door in front of him with a satisfying the thud. it'd be more satisfying if you were to slam it, but given you're a respectful tenant, aware of your neighbors and what time it is, a polite door shut is enough.

and as you walk back to your bedroom, shoulders shaking from the sobs you've kept in all night, all you can think is:

you wish it were ms. kim nagging about her damn cat that was at the other side of the door.

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[5:05PM] Iwaizumi Hajime A/B/O

Not sure when I had hit 1K followers... but I DID! Honestly, I'm still flabbergasted that people enjoy my crazy unprofessional writing! So, here's my first Iwa story!

Warning: A/B/O au; alpha Iwa (that was a given); mild angst (probably not even mild); explicit smut (c'mon lol)

Iwaizumi Hajime should have known something was up when Shittykawa wanted to go to the bar. He would give vague answers as to where Mattsukawa and Hanamaki was.

He was slightly surprised to see half the bar reserved for him, with a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA! sign but what really took all the surprise out of him was seeing a specific person at the table among the others.

Y/l/n Y/n.

He hasn’t seen her in years and to make up for all those years, she was all he could see at the current moment.

He blinks, unsure if he was really seeing her until she smiled and he knew, she was really there.

He sat across but diagonal from her and could not keep his eyes off of her.

In the midst of the moment, his mind could only wonder what happened to them?

They met during their first year of high school at Aoba Johsai. Y/n was new to Japan due to her father being stationed in Japan for military work.

Her school ID card had the Alpha symbol next to her name and was one of the many alpha females in the school.

She was Hajime’s only female friend.

Even though she was an alpha, she did not express common physical alpha traits. She was much smaller than the other female alphas but when it came to dominance mentality and emotionally, she was stronger than the rest.

Towards the end of their third year, Hajime was slapped with reality that their time was running short. Oikawa was heading to Argentina right after high school while Matsukawa and Hanamaki was undetermined with their goals. Hajime knew for sure he wanted to go to college.

Y/n…

He noticed their one on one was slowly disappearing. She made less and less time for him and was always ‘gone’.

For a few times during their third year, she was on a short leave, returning back to her home country for personal reasons before returning.

She wanted to complete her high school at Aoba Johsai with them.

The night they lost to Karasano was the one game Y/n was not present.

In a way, Iwa was glad she didn’t see him play or witness his emotional breakdown.

He would never tell another soul how he had another breakdown after parting ways with Oikawa.

When he got closer to home, a sweet alluring scent hit his nostrils…

And he was confused when it was coming from the person waiting at the gate entrance to his home.

Y/n.

“Iwa…”

He breaks out of his zone, “sorry, what?”

“Cheers man, why are you so out of it on your birthday?” Hanamaki slaps him on the shoulder. “We must celebrate!” He raises a glass at Y/n, “it’s nice to see our little crew again. To Iwa!”

“To Iwa!”

His eyes did not leave Y/n, he watched her finish her mug of beer.

She was avoiding eye contact.

She stands up and Iwa panics for a second there before she assures, “I’m going to run to the restroom, be right back.”

She returns a few minutes later and Iwa swears something minty is in the air.

“Iwa-chan, what are you goals now that you’re getting closer to thirty?” Oikawa asks, swirling his drink. “Are you finally going to settle down?”

Mattsun nudges the birthday boy and winks, “don’t think I don’t smell that omega’s pheromones on you.”

Hajime exhales, annoyed. He looks over at Y/n who is staring right at him with go-on-tell-us-more-about-this-omega look.

“Y/n,” Hajime calls her name.

Her expression shifted, confused before answer, “yes, Iwa-chan?”

“How’ve you been?” he asked, diverting the attention to her. “You like disappeared off the face of the earth.”

After high school, they all lost contact with her. They were unable to find any social medias of hers.

“After high school… I went back home to the States. My dad retired from the military just for me to join.”

“You’re in the military!” They all shouted.

“Yes, that is why I could not talk to some of you for a while because I was in a restricted area.”

“Are you… done now?” Oikawa asked, sipping his beer.

She shrugs her shoulder, “I did my time and now I’m out.”

“What are you – what are you going to do now?” Hajime inquired.

“Find a job… I’m just living off of my savings from when I was in the military.” She tips her mug back, finishing the remaining beer she had left. “Going to go to school now, I guess?”

“How did you get here?” Hajime inquired as they begin to leave.

Y/n grabs a helmet out of nowhere, showing him. “My baby.”

“I know, our Y/n is so cool.” Oikawa chuckles, he leans his weight onto Hajime, “it is so nice to see you again.” He nudges his friend, “Iwa here missed you the most.”

A small smile on her lips, “I miss you guys too. You’ve all grown a lot.”

“Like… physically?” Mattsun question, patting his belly.

Hajime shrugs Oikawa off, “you shouldn’t be driving and riding, you were drinking.”

Y/n sighs, “I know. I’m going to explore the town here on foot to sober up, wanna come?”

Hajime watched her stare off into the quiet yet loud nightlife of Tokyo.

“Here,” he hands her a drink. “You still like those sugar drinks, right?”

“Of course,” she smiles, twisting off the cap. “Glad you remember.”

Hajime tipped his drink back, finishing it in one go and crushing the can. “I remember everything about you.”

Y/n looks at him, feeling that there was more to his words.

“I remember how I felt when you disappeared after the day, we lost to Karasano and our only chance to going to Nationals.” He paused; breath hitched. “You were so cruel. I went to your house, and it was vacant.” He fumbles with the crush can in his hands, “no one knew where you went, or even your family. Your phone was deactivated. There was absolutely no way to contact you.”

“Hajime…”

“Did I – did I mean so little to you?”

“Hajime,” Y/n calls his name sternly yet carefully. His jaw tightens before looking at her as if he is bracing for the truth that he’s been waiting for. “I was in love with you.” Her eyes flicker, “in fact I’m still in love with you.”

It was almost as if he knew that all along, he didn’t flinch when she confessed. Instead, without hesitation, he asked, “then why did you leave?”

Y/n lets out a half chuckle half sigh, “I was an alpha then.” Hajime frown and she continued, “the female in my family has history of first turning being false positive alphas.” Her fingers itch to touch his, “I had a really late second turning – during our third year. That was why… I was always gone.”

Memories flooded of the times when she would randomly be missing for more than three days. She would return and say she had to return back home.

Y/n looks up at him with soft eyes, “you see,” she swallows, “I am an dominant omega.”

One second.

Two second.

Three second.

Four second.

Five second.

“So?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “What – what do you mean so? You loath omega, Jime.”

For any dominant alphas, it had it’s many perks however, it only takes one bad experience to change all that.

After his second turning determined what everyone already knew, a dominant alpha, he never really minded or had any issues when it came to omega’s pheromones.

Until they started forcing their pheromones on him to make him go into rut.

When Y/n met him during their first year, she was extremely intimidated by him until a school project put them together as partners.

Hajime initially thought she was an omega and nearly chewed up the teacher’s throat until he saw her nametag that was hidden behind her long hair – that she was an alpha.

“Is that why you left?” Her silence was his answer. “You left because you thought I would hate you if you turned into an omega?”

“You told me – “

Hajime holds a hand up, stopping her, “I – I know what I told you years ago Y/n, but I was young and dumb. I cannot believe… that was the reason why you left me all this time?” His other hand whipped behind her head, pulling her into his arms. His heart softens at the feel of her arms wrapping around his waist. “I don’t hate you,” he whispers, “I don’t hate you; I promise.”

Being an adult and going back to college with younger people was a challenge Y/n faced.

It wasn’t because she couldn’t make friends, it was quite the opposite.

Everyone wanted to be her friend.

“Hey Y/n,” Tadashi greeted, taking a seat beside her.

Y/n hid her annoyance, not just at the nice kid but overall. She wore a bucket hat and thick rim glasses with her facemask with hopes she would just get through the day without any of the younger classmates hounding her down.

“Hey.” She whispers.

“Mind if I sit her?”

You’re already sitting, she thought to herself. There were also plenty of empty seats as well.

“Sure.”

Y/n did not want to show any ounce of affection to Tadashi – she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea if she did so. Many has mistaken her friendliness as otherwise.

But Tadashi Yuta has been genuinely kind to her. Helping her with contents she didn’t understand and the homework.

He didn’t make her feel uncomfortable or feel inferior because of their different second gender.

Even so, Y/n was still weary with him, he is a dominant alpha but has yet to release any of his pheromones on her.

“Y/n,” she looks up from zipping up her backpack, “do you want to go grab dinner with me?”

She was caught off guard, “I – I’m meeting someone for lunch already. Sorry.”

He gives her a smile, two dimples appearing on his cheeks. “It’s alright, how about next time?”

She felt herself blush; all of suddenly, smitten by his charms. Tadashi is cute, she’ll admit that much. “Sure, I’d like that.”

He steps forward, even closer than he already is and reaches to push some hair off her shoulders and combing it behind her ear. “Me too.”

“You smell.”

Y/n sniffs herself, “no I don’t?”

Hajime stepped forward; nose pressed to her neck before Y/n pushes him back. He glares at her, “someone was scenting you?”

“No?” She answered defensively, sniffing the collar of her shirt. She was not able to smell a different scent. “A classmate just sat… by me.” She wasn’t sure why she was even explaining herself. If Tadashi was scenting her, she would have known.

Her mind flashes to earlier when Tadashi had reached to push her hair away. Could his scent have rubbed onto her then? Even then, she could not smell him.

A brow hiked up, “a male alpha?”

Getting frustrated at being interrogated, “yes, his name is Tadashi, and he is my friend!”

Hajime remained silent the rest of the walk to the restaurant he chose.

Y/n would occasionally sniff herself, still unable to smell whatever he accused of. She wasn’t sure why he was even upset in the first place.

They were just friends even after she’s told him that she was in love with him.

Since that night, they remained neutral with each other.

“What’s wrong? Does your food not taste good?” Y/n asks with a mouth full of food. He’s been sitting there with his arms crossed, food untouched.

He shakes his head before digging into his ramen silently.

“Why are you… upset?” Y/n finally asks after watching him for a minute eating and sulking.

“I’m not upset, just irritated.”

“Okay, so why are you irritated?” She reworded her sentence.

Hajime knew he was being childish. “I just… don’t like it when others scent you.”

Y/n exhales, “he didn’t scent me, okay? I remembered that he brushed my hair off my shoulder earlier, that was it.”

He was not satisfied with that assurance. “I don’t trust this friend of yours still.”

“Friend?”

“You called him your friend earlier.”

Y/n’s mouth drops for a second, recalling her words. “He’s not a friend-friend like that… just an… acquaintance.”

“Ouch, I thought we were friends Y/n.” Her head whipped up, seeing Tadashi stand beside her with a smile. “You were talking about me, right?” He looks over at Hajime and held a hand out, “hello, I’m Tadashi Yuta, Y/n’s acquaintance.”

Hajime stands up, and takes the outreach hand, “Iwazumi Hajime, Y/n’s friend.”

“He plays volleyball for your university.” Hajime informs watching the younger man walk away after crashing their dinner. He recognizes that face as one of his colleague’s patients.

His annoyance was rising by the second that Tadashi was on Y/n’s other side as they talked about homework and lecture. He wasn’t blind to the younger man’s advances, purposedly brushing against her arm. He can smell Tadashi on her now, more prominent now. The younger man knew what he was doing, completely trying to leave a clear message for Hajime.

That Y/n was his.

“Oh. I didn’t… know?” Y/n said truthfully. She knew little about Tadashi other than he was in two of her three classes.

“He’s an alpha.”

Y/n nod her head with an obviously look, “that, I know.”

“Do you like him?”

She glances at him from the corner of her eyes, “seriously, Jime?”

He returns the same look, “well, do you?”

“Hajime, if you don’t shut up and drop this topic right now… I might just like him.”

Something hits her and she freezes in her spot.

“What?” Y/n feels herself submitting to his tone. He steps in front of her, towering over her. “You’ll do what?”

“Ha – ji – jime…” she utters, feeling his pheromones emitting. This was her first time feeling it as Hajime had great control over his pheromones. She looks up at him, struggling to level her breathing. With every last ounce of control she had left before she would pounce on him, she shoved him. “Stop!”

His whole demeanor changed, and he blinks.

“What – what is wrong with you?” Her voice cracks. Her chest heaves with each breath. Her body tingles with his pheromones and she shakes her head before leaving him stunned in his spot.

Two different dildo sizes lay by her feet as she pumps the third one, the biggest one she has into her pussy, finding any sort of relief. Her other hand rubs her clit, and she feels the much-needed orgasm nearing.

Her toes curls and her heels dig into the mattress as she reaches her climax. “Jime…”

She curls into a ball on her side, whimper as the third release has done nothing to sedate her ache.

“I’m so tired…” she mumbles to herself tiredly before slipping into slumber.

Hours later, Y/n wakes up to her phone buzzing and stares at it while it rings. She was too tired to look to see who was calling her and just when she was about to close her eyes again, the phone buzzed again, this time, along with her door bell.

“Y/n!” Pounding on her door followed shortly. “Y/n I know you’re in there! I can hear your phone. Open the door.”

Weakly lifting herself up into a sitting position, she was still naked on her bed, on her nest. Having a better view of her phone, she can see Hajime’s name on her screen.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” His voice is loud and clear, “please… just… tell me you’re okay.”

She walks over to the door, not bothering to dress and her forehead gently thuds against the cool door. “I’m fine, Hajime.”

She doesn’t hear him on the other side and was about to speak when he whispers loud enough for her, “you’re in heat?”

It was her turn to stay quiet, her eyes widen, and she was about to step away from the door when he continues, “I can smell you.” He growls, “I can smell you, Y/n… you smell… so fucken good.”

Her legs press together to the ache between her legs. “Go – go home… I’ll be fine.”

“Let me help you.”

“No.” Yes, she wanted to yell.

“Y/n, open the door, let me… let me help you.” He sounded just as desperate as she did.

Her body acted faster than her brain, a hand turned the bolt lock and push the door handle, giving him access.

The door opens, the light in the hallway lights up her doorway, lighting her naked body up like a spot light.

“Fuck,” he growls, stepping in and locking the door. He doesn’t even take off his shoes and closes the distance between them, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers hungrily.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers, “you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this…”

Y/n leans into his palm, “take me, Jime… I need you… please…”

“It won’t be this once, Y/n… if I… if I take you – you are mine forever.” He growls, barely controlling himself as her smell is clouding his mind. His cock is rock hard and ready to burst against his skinny jeans. “Will you give yourself to me for life?” His mouth hovers over hers, “will you submit to me? Let me mark you?”

“Yes,” she breaths, looking up at him. “I’ve only ever wanted you…”

Hajime lifts her up easily, walking towards her small bed. He lays her on her bed and his eyes catches a glimpse of the toys on her bed. He reaches for the biggest dildo, holding it up, “did this satisfy you at all?”

She could sense the jealousy from him and reaches to palm his bulge that was visible against his skinny jeans. “No, Jime… not even close.” She undoes the belt buckle and unbuttons his pants, letting his thick and long cock spring free. She glances at the dildo in his hand and then back at his.

He smirks and she her heart nearly skipped, he brings the dildo and compares it to his. “No wonder it didn’t satisfy you…”

The dildo was a whole inch shorter this his and wasn’t nearly as thick as his.

“This is the last time you’re using these,” he growls, grabbing all the dildos and tossing it behind him. He grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it off, also tossing it aside. His fingers glides along her slit and he groans, “you’re so wet…” he slips two fingers inside easily before slipping a third one.

Y/n widens her legs, grabbing his wrist, “more… I need more…”

Hajime grins, ready to serve. “Scoot up, babe.” She crawled back until her head rest on her pillow and spread her legs, invitingly. He stands up quickly to shrug out of his too-tight jeans and boxers before setting back on the bed and between her legs. “I… don’t have a condom with me.”

She brushes her legs over his muscular thighs, urging him closer, “I don’t have any… but I trust you.” Her hand brushes his define abdomen to his pectorals. “You’re so beautiful.”

He catches her wrist and nudges the tip of his cock against her core. “I could say the same thing for you.” He lifts her legs, angling her differently to slowly thrust, only stopping when the tip has made it’s way past her entrance. “You’re so tight…” He gently pushes further and further, feeling her walls expand to accommodate his cock. “Relax… you wanted more,” he teases.

She lets out a shaky breath at the same time, relaxing her body to welcome his intrusion. “Jime… you’re so big…”

He snaps his hips at the last inch, making her whimper. He doesn’t waste a second and begins a steady pace. “It’s all yours… just as…” he grabs her waist, “this pussy is mine… all mine.”

“Yes! Yes! All yours!” she cries, holding on to his wrists.

He leans over to take a pucker nipple into his mouth, suckling and nipping. Something inside of snaps and he thinks about how full and luscious her tits would be with milk when he breeds her. Fill her with his seed. Implant his baby inside of her, his mate, his life.

“Ah! Jime – you – you got bigger!”

He has never imagined a family in his life being that he has a career that he was too passionate about to settle down.

Hajime wasn’t not in rut; he cannot knot her this time but will when the time comes. He will and will knot her over and over until he has bred her. Will not stop until she is round with his baby. And babies.

He looks up, still suckling her poor nipple. Her moans and whimpers are enough for him to change his mind in a heartbeat.

He needed her.

“I’m so close…” she didn’t need to tell him, he could feel how her walls are tightening and that only pushed him to do what he is meant to do, serve, and satisfy his omega.

Hajime grabs her legs, pressing them down onto her chest – putting her in a matting press before he snapped his hips fast and hard. He was close himself, feeling himself expand even though he won’t knot.

“Gonna cum so hard inside your sweet pussy, love… going to put a baby inside of you.” She nods her head, whimpering and saying something he couldn’t comprehend.

“I love you, Jime…”

Pressing her further into her bed, he kisses her until his hips still and he groans. His body shakes and tremble as her bed rattles against the wall. Lewd and gushing noise echo the room as he slowly continues to thrust. He kisses her softly, “I love you too…” he whispers breathless. “I love you Y/n.”

“The female in our family has to join the military when they reach a certain age. It’s a family tradition.” Y/n explained, head resting on his arm. She looks up at him, “I had to go back home because I needed to do paperwork and physical training.”

“When did you find out you are an omega?”

“Three days after I enlisted into the military. By law… only alphas are allowed, and I was an alpha then…”

“You stayed in the military as an omega?!”

Y/n flinched at his outburst. “I learned to hide my pheromones. When my heat came, I took a break – the nurse, who knew I was an omega, would lock me up in a room that they use for alphas during ruts to ride out my heat.”

Hajime pulls her into his arms, rolling her on top of him. “You’re so crazy. None of those bastards touch you, did they?”

She shakes her head, kissing him on the lips. “No, I always kicked their asses if they got close to me.”

He smiles against her lips, “that’s my girl.”

E/N: I have completed a/b/o stories for Sakusa, Suna and Kita as well, you can find it in my master list 😊

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