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SNEAKING IN YOUR ROOM - IWAIZUMI HAJIME
summary, you beg hajime to sneak into your room and who is he to say no?
when he read your text about you getting grounded by your parents, he thought it was amusing and sorta funny to imagine someone that's almost eighteen this year, got grounded for coming home behind curfew.
he didn't think much of it. he just comforted you through his text messages and he feels a little bad for you when you texted those insane amount of sad faces. he comforts you by saying your parents just want the best for you or they're just worried something might happen to you.
he knows how stubborn and rebelling you can be at times. he finds it cute although it can be a real pain in the ass sometimes.
and as if you being grounded for two weeks isn't enough, you just had to— well ask for more.
you definetly were asking for more weeks of being grounded when you asked him to sneak into your room at exactly eleven p.m.
of course, he protested at first from how ridiculous the idea sounds. he definetly was consoling you by saying that you'll get into more trouble if he does that— he also doesn't want to ruin his reputation of a nice and respectful man that your parents think of him.
but he knows that he couldn't say no to you. not when you're begging and sending him pictures of you pouting for him to come and snuggle with you. he groans.
"pleasee, hajime! cmon!! don't you love me?" you whined into the phone and he sighed. he really didn't want to encourage anymore of your rule breakings.
yet here he is— stumbling on the roof of your house as he grabs onto your window, huffing and cursing when he felt like he almost fell. never in his life would he thought he'd be so down bad for a woman that he forces himself to do these ridiculous things.
he knocks on the glass of your window, and in just a second— you rolled the windows up and invited him in with a smile on your face.
"hey" you said with a teasing smile and snickered at his eye roll and grunt.
"hi" he grunts out as he forces his extremely large figure to fit into your small window. it's a great thing that heavens had blessed him with a tiny waist so he can fit in. his struggle to fit made him plop down on the floor of your bedroom— letting out a loud 'THUMP!' sound.
you snickered and helped him up as he takes out the dried leaves stuck in his hair. you helped him with this, of course.
"you are one crazy woman" he lets out a huff as he pats his clothes to clean it from the dust and dried leaves. you snickered at this as you pressed a kiss on his lips, your hands wrap around his neck.
he groans and wraps his toned arms around your waist, peppering kisses on your lips. you just giggled against his lips as he leads you to your bed, pushing you down gently.
"thanks for stopping by, hajime" you mumbled as he rolled his eyes, playfully. he huffs and grabs your face with his calloused hands, making you look at him.
"you never learn your lesson, huh?" he chuckles before pressing a kiss on your forehead. you replied with a giggle and a small kiss on his nose.
it was exactly 11:17 p.m. he had snuck in your house and currently snuggling with you. he knows that he shouldn't be doing this. ugh, your parents will think badly of him now but he'll do whatever you ask him to.
besides— it was kinda worth it. he thinks. no, it was really worth it. getting the chance to hold you close and engulf your smaller figure (compared to his) and sharing kisses while watching a stupid romcom on your phone.
it's so much better than having to wait two more weeks just to see you.
he'd do anything for you and you know that. you know how down bad he is for you. how much of a simp and loverboy he can be for you. though— he'd rather get beheaded by a guillitone than admit that.
and as both of you were too busy exchanging kisses and snuggling, you almost failed to notice the faint footsteps that were heading to your room.
almost failed.
your eyes widen as you quickly pull hajime out of the bed. you lead him into your closet.
"i think my mom is coming! just stay here, okay?" you said and before he could say anything in response, you shut the closet door on him exactly the time your mother had opened the door.
"(y/n)? what are you doing?" she asked and walked into your room, you gulped, nervous.
"i-i was just folding my clothes" you lied but that lie was enough to explain why you were standing in front of the closet. she nods and walks towards every corner of your room— as if to check something.
"ms satou— yknow, our next door neighbour?" she asked and kneeled down to check under the bed. you raised a brow at her question. "yeah? what about her?" you asked.
"she saw someone climbing up your room" shit. shit.
meanwhile inside the cramped closet, hajime was struggling to not fall and expose himself. fuck— he has never been into such a tight situation. he was cramped up in this small closet.
he had to keep his breathing down as he looks at the situation unwind through the small holes of your closet that was designed there. he sees your mother and your nervous state.
he's praying, praying that both of you don't get busted.
you scoffed at your mother's words. "ma, you know that ms satou is an old lady! it's probably just her imagination— are you seriously checking out my room for this?" you whined and your mother huffs.
"i just thought it was believable, you tend to be a troublemaker!" she exclaims and crossed her arms. "there's no one in here, ma! i'm being honest!" you lied and your mother sighed.
"fine, fine. just go to sleep, okay? i love you" your mother smiled and left your room.
exactly and that moment— the closet doors opened and hajime trampled onto the floor. he catches his breath. god, his muscles are all sore due to the cramped space.
you immediately kneeled down to check on him. "haji, are you okay? i'm sorry for that" you said and helped him up. he groaned and stretched his body, twisting his body.
"don't lie to your mother, that's not nice" he huffs and you just smiled, quickly pulling him closer for a kiss.
"and let you get caught?" you chuckled as he kissed you back. "my arms are sore from how cramped that closet of yours is" he complains and you lead him to your bed, straddling his lap as you massage his biceps.
"poor you" you teased and pressed kisses against his lips— all while massaging his bicep. he groaned into the kiss, a small smile planted on his face.
apparently both of you were too busy making out to the point that you failed to notice your mother's gasp of surprise.
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He's been working all day and when he finally comes home, trudging through the doorway and kicking off his shoes, the sound of your voice calling his name fills his ears and he snaps his head up to look at you. His stress and fatigue drains at the sight of you, his favourite girl.
He immediately scoops you into his arms, suffocating you with his affection. His initial goal of giving you a good night kiss and zonking out changes when he realises how much he's missed touching you. Having you in his arms is doing more to recharge him than any sleep or meals could.
“Are you tired?” you ask as he presses kisses to your neck, rubbing his hands down your body and gripping at your ass.
“Not too tired to show you how much I missed you today”, he replies, pulling you into an eager kiss. The kiss is passionate and aggressive as he backs you into your shared bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, pulling at your clothes to strip you down. When he's finally got you naked, he sits back on his heel, taking a moment to admire your body. He's looking at you with so much love and adoration that it almost brings tears to your eyes.
“I needed this,” he whispers, settling himself so his face is hovering above your cunt. “Needed you so fucking bad” He groans before finally closing the gap and licking at your folds. No matter how shitty his work day was, it all melts away with your taste on his tongue.
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tw. noncon, yandere, explicit gore, lobotomy, blood, pain, power imbalance, doctor kink, badly aged terms about mental health, domestic abuse mentions, somno implications, praise, choking
wordcount. 4.7k
a/n. ♡ i realized all my iwa fics were mostly really fluffy and sweet, so here's a gross one. gotta keep up my reputation yk! tysm to the betas ily ily ily
iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader
The doctors have been standing around in a circle for what feels like hours, scraping their pens against the paper. Each check, each prodding, probing touch feels like it’s going on for the sake of going. Hours today, hours yesterday, on and on into infinity. Your skin feels cold, and you fidget by rubbing your fingers against each other for the briefest spark of warmth, before that too fizzles out into nothing. Because that’s what this is, right? A cold, barren nothingness that swallows up every inch of your body.
You can barely remember the look of the sky outside the metal barred walls that keep you, only catching glimpses that pass too quickly. Or the feeling of warm sunlight shining on your face as you rest against the windowsill, watching cars go by. The brief flash of a memory crosses over your view, a hot summer day and your hair sticking to your neck. Hands winding down your shoulders to keep you in a comfortable embrace, and a kiss to your cheek.
It’s nothing like the cold, sterile walls that you’re looking up at now, sitting on the cold metal stretcher with your wrists wrapped in leather. This is all you are now. This is what keeps you separate from the nutcases in the other wing. Little threat of re-offending.
One of the older men pushes his small, round glasses higher up his nose as he approaches, and waves a light past your eyes a few times, snapping his fingers all the while. “Any lightheadedness? Dizziness? Spots in your vision to be concerned about?” You wouldn’t know it with the callous way he regards you, but apparently they’re trying to help. That’s what they say, when they drag you out of your cage. The burning of the light makes your eyes water, but you blink that wetness away as best as you can.
“No, Doctor.”
The graying man runs his eyes along the sheet on his clipboard, and then his mouth corners pull down, as a few of the other equally graying men start mumbling among each other again, feeling far off. Everything feels far off with the stuff they’ve been putting in you lately. More drugs. More tests. It all feels like a never ending cycle — even though the sane part of you knows it isn’t. Or, wasn’t, until you bit one of the men who tried to lead your face to his crotch with the threat of beating you to death. You bit so hard that they had to amputate, is what you heard, before they shot you full of cotton.
And you’d cry, if you were any more awake. The tears don’t spill, they just sit on your vision and wobble at best. What all of the men in this room see when they look at you, is a violent young killer. They ask you about it when you’re shot up with fluids until you can barely hold your eyes open, and you have to pretend to really hear them. To be remorseful. How can you, when you can’t even remember your own face? You forget your name seconds after they call it. And most frustrating of all, is that you do remember that you can’t remember. This is forever, no matter how little threat there is of re-offending now that they’ve ‘found’ the right mix of chemicals to knock you out like a light.
They say you killed your fiancé with a kitchen knife.
You might have… the honest truth is that you don’t know. The pictures look entirely foreign, even though that face, that mouth, that tear-stricken expression is supposedly you. You don’t remember getting your head smashed against the kitchen counter until blood coated the entire bottom half of your face, and trying to get away. You don’t remember grabbing the knife and plunging it into your fiancé’s collar, or anything that came after it either. It’s like the blood running out of your nose got clogged up and now, you can’t recall anything at all.
Just these gray walls, and the cold floor of your ‘room’, and the brief walks you’re allowed to take outside under the cloudy weather that always surrounds the criminal hospital. All these men standing before you know more about you than you do yourself. More wetness wells up in your eyes, but it doesn’t spill. You don’t feel violent. But you also can barely hold your head up without the support of the metal brace, and they say you did what you did. At this point, your thoughts are too heavy and slow to disprove any of it, pooling in your mouth with your spit— and gliding down your throat each time you risk choking when you swallow.
“How about we call it for today?” A coarse voice sounds from the far off confines of the cloudiness that the drugs leave you with. But it’s a voice that sparks something yet, accompanied by the only young face that you’ve seen in a while. He’s tall and dark haired and intense, but looks too at ease when he walks along, stopping a few feet short. Everyone else looks like you’re a wild animal. But he’s warmer, like sand after a long day of baking in the sun. “You’ve done well,” he almost smiles at you, then turns to them. “That’s alright, isn’t it? My patient’s been awfully accommodating with all the tests.”
He carries this air about him that’s more familiar, where his hand lands on the top of your head and he gently brushes your crown in circles. You feel your head bobbing because of the pressure, and your eyes heavier than before. When you gain more awareness again, you’re already back in the small four walls that keep you enclosed— and the Doctor is crouched before you. Beautiful greens stare into your eyes, a few fingers holding your chin up. It’s warm. Your mouth feels dry and cottony when you speak, and hold your eyes open as best you can. “Sir.”
“Hm?” His free hand slides something into your ear, that’s cold and beeps softly, before he looks again. “Do you know where you are? Do you know who I am?” After a bit of silence, he sighs, and you smell the musk of him, mixed with some cologne that stings your lungs a little. But it’s better than nothing, and your mouth waters like you’re really just a dog. “Your bouts of amnesia have been getting worse lately, hm, sweet girl? Naturally…” His fingers go from holding your head up to along your throat, brushing hot circles there for just a few seconds, before he takes the beeping tool out again. “I’m your main physician here, remember? You asked for me specifically.”
That seems to bring him a lot of pride, because when he hangs back more onto his heels, he gives you a tooth-aching smile. “Dr. Iwaizumi Hajime.” You suppose he wants to see some kind of recognition, but you’re not sure what to say. Aside from the vaguest hint of recognition of the handsome planes of his face, everything stays that same muddled sea of glue that you can’t pull your feet out of. You do your best to smile though, muscles aching.
“Oh, yes.”
“Are you still feeling ill?” he turns to his box of tools, and you slump along the wall as soon as he lets you go. Not enough to topple over, but enough to feel more like a filled sack of sand, than a human. “Still having hot flares?” He places his large palm over your forehead, and scans your expression once over again. “If it were up to me they wouldn’t pump you full of this shit, y’know. Sadly even your personal physician doesn’t have full say over that, of course, so I have to play nice with the other doctors.” Then he cups your cheek, and though maybe you’d shy away otherwise, the kind touch of another human being has your bottom lip wobbling. “There she is. You’ve been awfully docile these last few weeks. Haven’t heard you make a peep.”
The tone shifts to one of slightly more concern, and your heavy lids flutter. “I don’t know.”
“Yeah, you wouldn’t, sweetheart.” He starts packing up his things ever so neatly when you just start getting feeling back in your fingers— and you probably shouldn’t, but with enormous effort you manage to grab onto the bottom of his white coat, surprising the doctor enough that it goes quiet. You just want… to talk to another person a little longer. Does that make you a bad patient? Your tongue is molten against the bottom of your mouth, but your fingers still tighten clumsily into the fabric.
Dr. Iwaizumi only thinks for a moment when heat creeps up to his ears, before he closes the gap. Closes the gap and … has your mouth against his, a wet tongue that isn’t your own invades your space like it isn’t anything at all, and spit that mixes with yours as your lips are opened with some effort. He kisses on you, licks into your mouth as you let your eyes fall shut and your hand clings onto him -unsure where to go- to flee. And get kissed deeply, passionately, your head knocked against the wall at your back. But he’s warm, and your goosebumps let up for the first time, even as he doesn’t allow you to pull back with both hands around your cheeks. Not until your body automatically starts making a noise, and you start to struggle.
You gasp out for air like you’ve forgotten where it goes— but the brunet barely leaves you any space at all, as a string of spit breaks between you two. And he wipes his thumb over your bottom lip, before sliding it onto your tongue with a gravelly moan. “Ahh, I missed you.” The pressure of his thumb keeping your wiggling tongue in place is suffocating. He leans in to brush his nose and lips along your jaw and cheek. “Always miss you when I have to go.” There’s a soft kiss that tingles across your face, before he pulls back. The noises of other cells echo down the hall, and though you can’t see them, the yelling gets louder. He doesn’t even blink, though. Is this yet another thing you’ve forgotten about?
Judging by the way he takes his thumb out of your mouth to slide it into his own, and then looks at you with such love-stricken adoration, you must have. Your shell-shocked quiet doesn’t stop him from giving you another barely-hidden smile, and he brushes his knuckle under your eye to get rid of some wetness there. “I’ve got to go check up on some others, or else they’ll come looking for me.” He packs up the last of his tools, wiping them clean, before tracing his eyes along your features again. “You’re such a doll. Can’t believe you have to be locked up here.” He stands, then clicks his tongue as he seems to stare through the walls with narrowing brows. “I handled you just fine before, didn’t I?”
You can’t say anything. Not only because you’re still bursting with adrenaline, but it’s not like you remember. He seems to come to this conclusion at the same time, because he then softly laughs. “Ah, you wouldn’t know. Forget I said anything.” He takes a moment to adjust himself in his pants unashamed, then tucks his shirt back properly in— clinging to his built figure too much. With another pat on your crown, he nods. “You’ll start waking up more in an hour or so. I’ll be back.”
With that he leaves you behind, and the heavy metal door gets slid back into place before you get the chance to make another peep. And tears well back up before he even locks the hatch.
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The darkness of the room is in sharp contrast with the bright overhead light that’s beaming down on your face. You can’t help it, you’re trashing against the straps that hold you to the table, and the rag that’s in your mouth does nothing to prevent the feeling of sheer panic that takes over you. As several white shapes roam around you with low commands that you can’t make out over the sound of your own crying, you miss the numbing. It was better when you couldn’t feel a thing at all -at least then you wouldn’t be choking on your own tears as you try to take deep breaths.
Everything’s blurry.
But the slight edge in one of the voices pulls for attention, trying to focus on the sound. If you can’t see through your tears, you can listen. “Aren’t we being too hasty? Her memory and attention span have been basically stagnant since June— which means she’s not worsening.” There’s that voice that has been chasing you every waking hour of the last -week, maybe more- rough and low, but comforting nevertheless. You can tell that one of the blurry white shapes moves closer to you, and try to angle yourself to get closer. Even an inch closer would be better.
“No offense Doctor, but your judgment has been overruled. You’re speaking solely out of personal care for the girl.” Another old voice cuts in. “She’s been deteriorating every day, and we simply do not have the funding, Iwaizumi. The only reason we’re allowing you here is for educational purposes. But don’t forget you’re still on probation until the end of this year.”
A hand wraps around your own, feeling much warmer than you are. You cling to it with all the strength you have. Sadly it isn’t much. Your fingers barely obey your will to curl back around the touch, the only thing that’s keeping you tethered to the real world. “I’ll take personal responsibility for her, Sir. She’s been improving in my care—”
“Enough of this.” The older voice cuts in. “Like I said, you have been overruled. This is the quickest and cleanest cure for violent insanity in women.” You can’t help but start thrashing against the binds, and try to speak around the gag that keeps your mouth jerked open, but nothing other than a soft crying comes out. You’re not sure if it’s the panic or the drugs anymore. Multiple of the men round on the table, and you’re pressed down deeper into the leather covering. You don’t want to hurt anyone again. Promise. Promise. Your arms are held down, and your forehead’s pressed down too.
“She bit a guard’s finger clean off. We can’t possibly justify not treating such a danger.” None of this is my fault, you think— but they have yet to ask you. They have yet to listen. You suddenly have an overwhelming sense of loneliness, remembering flashes of faces you must have loved. People who must have loved you - though you can’t recall them. There’s an awful scraping noise as the metal tool table is rolled closer, and some man with a mask dips into your view.
You never meant to hurt anyone.
You’re bawling now. The adrenaline pumps through your veins as you stare up at the light, then swallow around the gag. There’s some more rummaging as the warm touch leaves your hand, and you sniffle. You squeeze your eyes closed tightly. A wet wipe is dragged over your eyes without warning, swiping your hot tears away, and finally your wiggling stops. There’s no use. The leather’s digging into your skin, and the sad moaning that you can bring out doesn’t convince any of these men that you’re sane. Maybe you’re not. Would you even know it? They clean your face with rough swipes, and then something even more restrictive is placed over your head. “Alright, she’s sanitized.” You try not to choke on your hiccups. “Surgery in session. Doctor...”
You just want to go home. You want to go home, please.
There’s a prick under your brow that takes you by surprise. It’s sharp, and though you can’t feel it sting like it would without any drugs— it’s still uncomfortable. The gear around your face keeps you from moving, keeping you stuck to the table, but your breathing instinctively gets more shallow, and rapid. Before you can say, or do, or think, a loud smack knocks your head back and heat spills all over your face. A push so hard against your skull that makes your body tense so tight your bones feel like splintering. The pressure’s unbearable— more than just painful, it’s a loud thumping, shaking your entire skull. You want them to stop.
Pain, p-p-pain rocks you upside down.
The pain ebbs in over your entire face —suffocating you from the inside, like a knife’s being wedged along the inside of your eye socket— scraping, and the blood’s everywhere. Streaming all over your face and swelling your eyes and cheeks and head. Your nose is full of it, forcing you to choke down the thick coppery heat. It grinds before it snaps, and the resonating clack of your bone giving in is loud enough to deafen everything else. It hurts. It hurts. You’re sleepy. Sick and in pain and wired too tight all at once, not able to think before another thump knocks you over the head and your head vibrates until it explodes. Or not.
Please stop.
it hur-ts. hurts.
It floods your ears with static, indescribable pressure, and worms deeper until everything’s black - out like a lightswitch.
…
He feels bad.
They’re jamming the metal rod deeper and shaking it hard enough to rock your head. Your poor, pretty face mangled and covered in a fresh, red-hot coating that will be his job to clean up later. Iwa’s breath is bated, and the coppery tang sticks to his lungs.
+
The halls echo with his rhythmic steps. Iwaizumi hates the smell of this place, treated air that circles around a thousand times before getting out. He hates the monotonous routine of it all— and he hates above all else that people are constantly on his back to leave you for some retarded nut that takes up all of his patience. But he is a Doctor. It’s expected of him, and if he gets fired before you get discharged - what was the point. He gets to your door, that familiar door with the pretty sticker of your name, and pushes in with the creaking of the metal. You’re still on the bed, barely looking up, and in some ways it hurts his heart a little.
He hadn’t really meant for it to go this way. All he ever wanted was to be near you. To have you close enough to touch and smell and hold, and for a moment after the judges’ ruling, he got his wish. With a procession that dumped you inside the barbed walls of the hospital, he’d volunteered to oversee you - and every other doctor was swamped enough not to blink twice. He’d worked so hard to get you right here— your pretty face cupped in his hands, getting to kiss you, long to come back to you each evening he’d lock up.
But then you had to bite one of the guards. He isn’t even mad about it either. The sweaty, mustached swine had been eyeing you from the second you came in, and you’d protected yourself so valiantly for such a sweet, little thing.
But it did throw a wrench into his works - and everything kept spiraling.
“Hello doll, I missed you.” He breathes out, then pulls you upright onto the bed when you face him. “Are you hurting? Are you feeling sick?” The bruising around both eyes has gone down entirely, but there’s still a ghost of color painting your eye sockets. Still, your eyes follow his voice, but you don’t respond. He wraps his arms around your shoulders. “No? That’s good. You’re looking much better today.” You’re so warm against him, and your scent floods him as he nuzzles into your cheek with a smile. It’s not like he’s happy with this outcome. He didn’t want this to happen.
“I’ve been thinking about you all week while you’ve been in the ICU. Missed you,” he places both hands on your face, making you smile just slightly, before kissing you on the mouth. You don’t really react, but you don’t push him away either. He kisses, and kisses, only taking brief moments between to look at you. “So much. Missed you so much. My sweet girl.” As you sit still and quiet, smiling, he can’t help but imagine taking you home already. You’ll be discharged soon enough, judging by your recovery— and when you do, all your family will have gone. Moved, or have passed away, or simply too old to be caretakers. And hey, he’s more than proven himself capable of caring.
“Do you want to kiss me more?” he asks as he leans down to you a little, capturing your attention again. “Yeah? You want to kiss more?”
“Kiss,” you parrot, and your pretty smile brightens. Fuck, he loves you. He’s not been able to stop since the day he first met you. Of course he’ll indulge you. Last time he allowed himself to let loose, things didn’t end so well. But that was before, and now he’s made very sure that no one will interrupt you both. His mouth meets yours as you sit still like a doll, nice and polite, and he opens your lips with his own, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You taste so fucking good. Maybe it’s his almost compulsive imagining leading up to this moment throughout the week, but there’s nothing better. You taste sweet and let him lead you back as he wraps your arm around him, pulling you closer.
Your arms hang limply around his waist, but no matter. It’s not like that’s stopped him before. He takes a quick scan of your fluttering lashes before you open your mouth, and he leans back in to kiss you again. Tongue sliding in to taste all of you until his entire body feels tight and his cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt against his pants. You simply oblige when he starts pushing you back onto the bed. “Back, back, back, that’s a good girl. Such a good, pretty girl for me.” His hands slide down your shoulders, over your chest as his breathing catches, and then settle at your hips to pull your butt closer to the edge. And you are pretty. It’s almost a bit unfair how good you look with your eyes half lidded and a barely there smile on your cheeks that makes him all warm inside.
“Do you know what I’m doing? What we’re gonna do?” he asks after a few seconds, and despite feeling horrible -he really does- his cock twitches when you shake your head a few times. He slides your flimsy blue gown up your thighs a bit, and moans at the sight of the smooth soft skin revealed to him. “That’s okay. I’ve got you.” Fuck, you make him feel like a timid virgin all over again, looking so damn erotic splayed out before him with no shame. He wonders if before, you’d have blushed. If you’d have whined and played coy, or if you’d have been so damn needy for his presence that you’d spread your legs for him even easier.
This is more than good enough though. He undoes his belt with slightly shaky hands, feeling the heat of your body on his skin, and then shoves a hand down his pants to take out his awfully throbbing cock. When he takes your thigh into his hand again and squeezes, you make a little moan that sounds almost like a purring cat- leaning into the warmth of his touch. His throat closes up, but he forces out a sentence as he leans in. “I’m just going to stick my hot cock inside you- you like that, don’t you? Fill you up, get nice and close?” Iwa’s mouth’s basically watering as he kisses you. He’s unable to help it. “Yeah, you like that. I know you do, pretty girl.”
He wraps a hand around the thick shaft and gives it a few slow pumps, biting back a moan. Then he sinks to his knees to hike your legs up over his shoulders and thumbs over your pussy a few times. Clear slick makes you all wet and sticky, drooling pussy waiting for his touch. He doesn’t make you wait long, because his tongue swipes out to lick up against you— sliding the wet muscle over your pussy and rubbing over the sensitive nub at the top. You let out a slight moan, and your legs twitch as he continues, licking and sucking and abusing your poor, needy cunt by rough fingers that trail around your hole before just barely slipping in to stretch you out. “Look so good, baby. You always look so good.”
“I knew,” he gets up from the floor to stand back between your legs, “that you’d still be a needy whore. Your pussy needs me even when you’re sleepy, so- fu-agh-” His cock brushes up against you as he lines up, and leans into you to grab a handful of your tits. “Can you say ‘thank you’?” You whine instead, and sort of wiggle in place, like you can’t articulate what you need. But he gets it by the way you grind yourself against the flushed, swollen head of his cock, and your mouth hangs open desperately. “Say ‘thank you for taking care of me, Doctor’,” he breathes out, while pushing into that tight, hot pussy that instantly clings to him.
You whimper, and he laces one of your hands with his by force, pulling you closer, deeper onto his cock as he slides in inch by inch. You feel so fucking good, hot enough to make his entire brain cloudy. Fuck. “I missed you so much, baby. You feel so fucking good- god.” You’re squeezing around him hard enough to make it hard to keep back the groans that spill out of him involuntarily. It’s almost like you’re doing it on purpose, but one glance at those teary, far-off eyes tells him more than you could, yourself. “Come on, say ‘thank you’. I know you can.” He winds his other hand around your soft throat and squeezes a little, until your back curls off the table and his cock bottoms out, nice and snug in the tight pouch of your tummy.
“Than’ you-” you slur back when he shakes your face a little, and though it’s a weak whimper, it’s enough to make him shudder.
“That’s a good pet- fuck. Agh-uh, my precious girl.” He pulls back and slides in again harder and deeper, speeding up the rhythm of the bed clanging against the wall. You know, he’d feel bad. He would— but your pussy’s sucking him in so deep, and your legs wrap around his thighs like you want to be even closer, like you’re still enjoying it. He leans in to kiss you again, and whispers your name like you’re cherished. You are. Each time he pulls back, more slick and wetness spills and makes the place you’re meeting into a mess, tits bouncing.
He hikes one of your legs up to your side instead, dangling over his arm to get closer, fuck you even deeper. And even you must feel the change, because you start moaning and wiggling despite yourself- as his cock fills you up again and again, bumping up against the soft heat of your walls. “You can still cum, can’t you?” His jaw clenches, and he reaches between your two sweaty bodies with messy circles over your puffy clit, unable to hold out for much longer. You’re just squeezing so fucking tight. “Cum, cum on my cock- gh-that’s it. That’s what you’re best at, aren’t you, baby~” God, you’re going to make him knock you up. Always clinging to him so fucking tight.
Your walls clench hard enough to make him see double, and before he’s even got the chance to pull out, hot ropes of cum fill you up until you’re sucking him dry.
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you're dating hajime and you told him you wouldn't be able to come see him play because you were busy but you're able to get out of it and turn up anyway without his knowledge but the thing about iwa is he would be the best boyfriend in the world and he notices you in the crowd, he is the epitome of:
"how did you know i was here? did you see me?"
"when do i not see you?"
"what, one face in all that crowd?"
"there was a crowd, too?"
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8:23 a.m. - iwaizumi
“If I turn my body at this angle I actually look pregnant”, looking at you with a smile, Iwa chuckles. Finishing brushing his teeth before saying,
“You are pregnant”, he says, sliding over to you and hugging you from behind.
“I know but I haven’t looked pregnant yet”, smiling he nods, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your cheek.
“Makes it feel real”, you nod wiggling out of his grasp to wrap your arm around his neck.
“In like 6 months our mornings are gonna be a lot less peaceful”, he beams at you, the excitement of becoming a father evident on his face.
“I can’t wait”, leaning down he kisses the tip of your nose, letting go of you to finish getting ready.
“Do you wanna get lunch together today?”, he hums in thought before nodding.
“Yeah I can meet you at that place you’ve been wanting to go to”, you gasp, nodding and following him out of the bathroom as he starts picking out his clothes and changing.
“Oh did I tell you your mom brought over a bunch of baby clothes yesterday”, snorting out a laugh, he looks over his shoulder at you
“Did she really?” he ask, his eyes crinkling up in a smile.
“Yup, I feel like she has a membership at some baby store”, pulling his shirt over his head he shakes his head, still smiling.
“I bet our moms have future grandmother meetings once a week”, you burst out laughing, leaning back on your hands while he finishes changing.
“It’s sweet how excited they are”, you say softly, bringing one hand up to rest on your slightly swollen stomach. Walking towards you he nods, leaning in front of you and bringing his hand up to rest on top of your hand.
“This baby’s gonna be so spoiled”, he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your stomach. Giggling you nod, running your hands through his semi-styled hair.
“You gonna feed us before you leave?”, looking up he nods,
“Of course cmon”, patting your thigh he stands up, extending his hand to yours, pulling you to your feet in a swift movement.
“Pancakes sound really good”,
“Then pancakes you shall get”, walking into the kitchen you hop up onto the bar stool, watching Iwa maneuver around the kitchen. Smiling to yourself you picture the two of you in six months when it won’t just be the two of you, when you’ll have a permanent new addition to your little family.
Hopping down off your chair you walk over to hug him from behind, because while you're so ecstatic about your new addition you wanna enjoy having these moments to yourselves for as long as you can.
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I'M NOT A VIOLENT DOG, I DON'T KNOW WHY I BITE.
pairing: i. hajime x gn!reader
includes: hurt/no comfort, iwa gets into a fight, blood mention, cursing, iwa and reader are friends, reader refuses to be with iwaizumi due to emotional constipation, pre-timeskip, w.c 3.0k
notes: "always an angel never a god", "i don't know why i am the way i am ; not strong enough to be your man", "i can't love you how you want me too", yeah. i'm having a fucking field day.
soundtrack: not strong enough, bite the hand
It's nearly midnight when you hear the soft raps against your front door. You cautiously open it to find a disheveled Hajime, bruised and battered with red blood trickling down his nose.
"...The other guy looks worse..." he mumbles, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, "...I didn't know where else to go, (y/n) I'm sorry. I had a fight with my dad and Oikawa is asleep for once — "
"Haji, just..." you say, holding up your hand with a sigh, moving to the side, "...just get inside, it's cold."
He's the last face you wanna see and the last person you want to offer a semblance of comfort for right now, but even though you haven't talked in weeks, he's still your friend.
"What was it this time?" you whisper, leading him in the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the tub and watches you rummage through the cabinet to find a first aid kit.
He can't help the way his eyes trail over your body, he wants to hold you. That was his first thought, he wants to hold you, feel you pressed against him while he sobs and apologizes for every little thing he's ever done wrong by you.
But he won't.
"Some guy, said somethin' stupid to me," he mumbled, looking down at his lap where his fists lay clenched in anger, "I don't...it's not right, I know, I know it isn't (y/n). I can't help it, I get so worked up over everything and then..."
He stops mid-sentence, breathing hitching as he raises his head to look at you. His gaze is pleading, begging you to understand a part of him that he won't even show you.
You offer him a sympathetic look for a split second before your eyebrows furrow, pressing the tissue against his nose and tilting his head up higher with your other hand on his chin.
"You can help it, Haji," you muttered, pulling back to look at him, your gaze almost pitying and it makes him sick to his stomach, "I know you can. You know what your problem is? You never know what you're feeling because all your emotions stack on top of each other like a jenga tower waiting to fall."
His own brows knit together, his own expression slowly turning to frustration, "You don't know shit about how I feel," he growls, "you don't know anything."
"You're right, I don't," you quip back, hand gripping his chin tighter, "how should I? You want me to love you, but you won't show every part of yourself. You're scared and you don't trust me enough to love you past all of it."
His gaze softens once more, pulling your hand away with a gentle tug and looking down at the bathroom floor in shame.
"I know you're scared, Haji," you whispered again, voice cracking with emotion as your eyes glazed over with tears, "I can't expect you not to be, but...you don't trust me. I get it, okay? It's hard to open up right away and that's not what I expect. I just want you to find a way to sort through it yourself."
How could he open up? Hajime Iwaizumi, the hothead, Oikawa Tooru's best friend. A side character to everything who's only there for the development of the main guy. It doesn't matter how he feels, it's a burden. It's who he is, what defines him. He loses that and he loses everything...except you, but he's not sure how much he wants to trade in his reputation for you yet.
And here you are, waiting for a man who doesn't know if he wants to change. Waiting for someone who you know is so much more than anger, than the side character. Waiting and waiting for when he sees that himself, but to no avail.
When he slowly lifts his head up to meet your gaze, you expect an apology. You expect a change in heart from him, a promise to figure out how to sort through it all. You can see his own eyes are watery, ironic the way he wouldn't let you see him cry. You expect everything except what he actually confesses.
"I'm moving to California."
#˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ love letters from leo#♡ : haikyuu#iwaizumi x reader#iwaizumi x gn!reader#iwaizumi angst#iwa x reader#iwa x gn!reader#iwa angst#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x gn!reader#haikyuu angst#hq x reader#hq x gn!reader#hq angst#ive had this in my drafts for a week#rewriting and rewriting because i was so afraid to get iwa's character wrong#so i hope i did him some justice
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FRIENDS DON'T KISS FRIENDS ft. hajime iwaizumi
synopsis – bestfriends are there to help each other right? so would you help your best friend with his hard on?
kinktober 2023 | taglist
content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - fem!reader - they’re in their 20’s & in uni together - childhood friends to lovers - slightly sexual deprived reader - mutual masturbation (obvious fingering & handjobs) - slight size kink - slight scratching mentions - dirty talk - praise here n there - iwa edges himself - maybe ooc - not beta’d - 2,2k words or so
note: opened this fic 738484 times and wrote two sentences over the past two months, its about time it was posted🫡 thank you for everyone who sat through my several breakdowns over this fic LMAO
“Damn it.” Iwa cursed under his breath, looking around in the bathroom and seeing no signs of his clothes. Did he really just forget to bring his clothes when showering in your bathroom? A cold shiver ran down his spine, making him dry off quickly and wrap the towel around his hip so it wouldn’t fall down.
Iwaizumi called out your name a few times, sighing in defeat when you didn’t answer. Never in his years of friendship and staying over at each other's places, did Iwa ever forget his clothes when showering, until now.
“You done Haji?” you questioned once you heard someone enter your room, not looking up from your phone as you played your game. Laying on your stomach in nothing more than an oversized shirt and your undergarments, your feet kicking the air.
“Y-Yeah.” he coughed, collecting himself quickly as he stared at his view, nervousness suddenly creeping up as he noticed the lace panties hugging your ass nicely.
“I forgot to grab my clothes.” Iwa admitted in embarrassment, finally grabbing your attention, making you turn around and get up, your eyes immediately falling on him.
“Fuck.” you mumbled under your breath, eyeing him up and down, feeling a wave of lust washing over immediately. You knew Iwaizumi was strong, but you didn’t think he’d be this built. Meanwhile Iwaizumi was dying of nerves, feeling your eyes burning into his skin, his face flushed, hoping he could just cover it by saying it was because of the warmth of the shower.
Snapping back to your senses, you walked over to your closet, your heart beating faster with every step.
“Here, I got some of your clothes here.” you told him, reaching on top of the closet, not noticing your shirt rising up, giving Iwa an even better view of your ass.
Having his clothes wasn’t weird, especially not when you were childhood friends who often slept over at each other's places, it remaining the same once you coincidentally signed up for the same university.
What was more weird, or well; humiliating for Iwaizumi was the fact that he was hard at the mere sight of your ass, not knowing what took him over. All he could do was awkwardly stand there and hold onto his towel, praying you wouldn’t notice, more or less wishing for the impossible because everyone would notice something that big.
“There... you go.” you paused on your words, feeling heat pooling between your legs as you noticed, holding out his clothes. Iwaizumi didn’t even speak, he just nodded, too scared his voice would crack from nerves or something. Simply just reaching out to grab his clothes, his whole body tensing up when your hands brush against each other.
Iwaizumi wasn’t inexperienced but fuck; did you make him nervous. The sexual tension lingering with the hidden feelings from both sides, not helping your cases as an awkward silence fell.
“I’ll just go–�� Iwa broke the silence, tightly holding onto his clothes and turning around, being too nervous to face you yet he would never admit to such a thing.
“Haji– wait.” you mumbled, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving, not sure what took over.
Iwaizumi froze in his tracks, he was dead meat at this pace. A sudden cold flowing over, making him shiver before he looks down, his eyes growing wide at the sight of his towel laying on the ground. Quickly he tried to pick his towel up, not noticing the quick glance you took at it, making you swallow your breath and wonder how it would feel inside.
“...Yes?” Iwa finally spoke up, his heart beating so loud he could swear you were able to hear it. Without saying a word, you simply stepped closer, glancing from his eyes to his lips and taking yet another peek at his body, hand still holding his arm as the sexual tension between you two grew thicker with each passing second.
“You know… I can’t let you deal with this alone.” you mumbled barely under a breath, deciding to test the waters because Iwa wouldn’t be hard over nothing, right?
Iwaizumi opened his mouth to say something, being taken back by your words, blinking a few times, processing what you said, not being sure if he actually heard you right or if it was the lust talking to him. Still when he sees your reaction, he knows he heard you right, you’re looking everywhere but into his eyes.
“Are you 100% sure?” Iwa questioned, genuine care in his tone, not wanting to ruin your friendship over something like this.
“Mhm, I am Haji… are you?” you answered, not a hint of hesitation in your voice, desperately squeezing your legs together to feel something.
Iwaizumi just nodded in response, pulling you towards your bed in one swift motion since it was close anyways, making you remember just how much bigger he actually was, the size difference turning you on even more.
“Someone’s impatient.” you taunted him, only for him to pull you on top of him in reaction.
“I’m simply taking on your offer.” Iwa grinned, too stubborn to admit the fact you had this effect on him, eagerly kissing you before you could say a thing. Taken back by his sudden action, you returned the kiss, deepening it and melting under his touch as his big hands explored your body.
“Hajime..” you breathed out, foreheads resting against each other after you pulled back for air, his hands still glued on your body.
“Mhm?” Iwa smiled sheepishly, hands creeping higher as he rubbed your sides, working your shirt up in the process.
“Friends don’t kiss friends.” you mumbled hesitantly, hand resting on his chest.
“Then make me your boyfriend instead.” Iwa spoke confidently, seriousness lingering in his tone.
Your heart skips a beat at his words, nervousness taking over regardless of the situation as you let it sink in. A small smile creeping up your face at the thought of calling him yours.
“Boyfriend sounds nice.” you giggled, pecking his lips once more. Taking your shirt off with Iwa’s help and throwing it somewhere on the floor, scooting onto his lap while Iwa rested against the bed frame.
“Boyfriend it is then.”
Iwa’s hands, once more explored your body, taking in the sight underneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
You felt his lips on yours before you could say anything and returned the kiss. It’s messy and needy, your bodies practically aching for each other as you feel his hand move up your inner thigh, your heart starting to beat faster at the thought.
“Please…” you pulled back, guiding his hand between your legs. “Touch me here Haji.” you told him, looking him in the eyes. It was like something had snapped inside of him because of that right then and there.
“Fucking hell.” Iwa groaned, cock twitching as he slid his fingers along your slit, feeling how wet you were. “Tsk tsk, this wet from just kissing?” he taunted, pushing the panties aside and sliding in two of his big fingers. Biting his lip as he watched how easily they slid in, starting to move them.
“Just like that Haji, please.” you moaned, grabbing onto him as he continued fucking his fingers into you, your nails slightly stratching his skin. It was embarrassing how good just two fingers felt, but it was even more embarrassing that you clenched around his fingers and felt your body heating up, already.
Who could blame you though? It had been so long since someone else had touched you and actually made you feel good that you felt like melting into his touch.
You were too busy focusing on your own pleasure, desperate to feel more that you forgot about Iwa’s hard-on for a second until you felt him slide his fingers out. Tapping on your cunt teasingly as an evil grin was plastered on his face, loving how defeated you looked at the loss of touch. “Is that how you ask for a favor, especially when you should be returning one?”
A whine left your lips at the feeling of being empty and Iwa just laughed, leaving you pouting. He was so cruel, yet the way you offered to help him with his problem and forgot about it, was even meaner. His cock was hard and throbbing, tip angry leaking precum, begging to be touched, the sight before him not helping the hunger.
“Oh, shut up.” you huffed, slightly embarrassed at how easily he had you wrapped around his finger. You swallowed a breath before wrapping your fingers around his big cock. Mouth practically drooling at how big he felt in your hand, imagining how it would feel inside.
Iwa tensed up for a second, cursing under his breath as he collected himself. He could’ve sworn he was about to cum then and there but held back. Giving you what you wanted and sliding his fingers in once more, pumping into you at a faster pace and slowly pushing a third one in when he felt like you were ready.
“Good girl, taking my fingers so well.”
You moaned at the praise, experimenting with your strokes before setting a pace, watching his face and clamping down on his fingers. There was no reason a man should look this good when he was getting jerked off with his fingers buried inside of you, yet here he was.
Iwa was losing himself at your touch, he couldn’t believe that he was finally getting what he imagined for years, the real thing being better than all the times he touched himself.
Snapping out of his thoughts, desperately he pulled you in a kiss, it being messy and needy. Iwa was curling his fingers up inside of you while you squirmed around on his lap, tightening your grip on his cock as you picked up your pace, teasing his tip as you two melted into the kiss, only pulling back when you both needed air.
“Shit– stroke it just like that.” Iwa mumbled breathlessly, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you rested your foreheads against each other, still feeling eachother up. “H-Hajime don’t stop.”
Iwa listened to your pleads, starting to rub your clit with his thumb, desperate and set on seeing you cum.
“You’re taking me so well, I can only imagine how well you take this cock.” Iwa cursed under his breath, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust of his fingers, cock twitching at the thought. “So wet– your pussy is practically begging for me to fuck her.”
“Stop saying s-such embarrassing things.” you mumble but Iwa doesn’t fail to notice the way you clench around him, chuckling a bit. “She’s more honest than you are…”
Arguing back wasn’t even an option, not when every part of your body gave it away. The squelching sounds with every thrusts of his fingers, you squirming on his lap, your strokes becoming unsteady as you felt your high nearing and the way you struggled to keep quiet, it was too obvious.
“Hmm, what’s that?” Iwa taunted, noticing the trembling legs and the unsteady breathing, it only fed his ego. “Is my girl about to cum?” he asked, a tone of possessiveness lingering in his tone as you nodded, looking at him with pleading eyes.
“Please.” you begged and who was Iwa to deny it when you were asking him so sweetly. Besides that; he was dying to see your cumming face.
“Good girl, cum for me.” Iwa murmured, pulling you in another kiss as he added pressure to your clit, biting your lip when he felt you tighten your grip on his cock. Your legs were trembling on his lap and your strokes became sloppy, all together with the way you were clenching around his fingers, he knew you were close.
You moaned against his lips, feeling that familiar knot in your stomach as you moved on him for more friction, nearly falling over onto his chest as he hit your sweet spot one more time, coming undone on his fingers while struggling to kiss back.
Iwa didn’t stop there and continued fucking his fingers into you, helping you through your high and doing everything in his power to hold his back, not wanting to come until he was inside of you.
The way your orgasm came crashing down on you had you gasping for air and leaning against him weakly as you trembled, tears pricking in your eyes from how good it felt. Leaving you wondering, if he was this good with just his fingers, how good would it be when he fucked you?
“Shit sorry.” Iwa apologized sweetly, slowly pulling his fingers out when you were ready, groaning at the slick covering them. “You okay?” he asked and you nodded, smiling as you reached out for his cock once more, remembering that he hadn’t come yet, only for him to flip you over before you could touch him, your back resting against the mattress.
“But—“ you tried to convince him, only to be cut off by him. “Wanna cum inside you.” he confessed, knowing that he’d bust a nut if you touched him right now and wanting to make the night last.
“If that’s okay with you of course.” he laughed nervously and you smiled, nodding excitedly.
“Fuck me like you always dreamt of Hajime.”
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Soft Sunday: Waking Up On The Weekend
(with: Iwaizumi, Bakugo, Kenma, Tsukki)
⚠️warning⚠️: I did include suggestive content in this. It's not detailed or anything but I'm just letting anyone know who might feel uncomfortable.
Iwaizumi
He didn't used to think much about what he wore to bed until he realized you liked having access to his bare chest and arms. After that he makes a point of going to bed shirtless with just his boxers on, or a pair of pajama pants if it's chilly.
His morning routine used to be a protein shake, work out, and maybe a jog. Now though, he can't help but linger in bed. He loves sleepy little chats in the morning as your hands roam over his skin.
If the mood hits, he's not opposed to getting spicy and indulging in you in the morning. He can count that as his work out and honestly he just likes starting his day off making you feel so loved and cared for.
He definitely wasn't a breakfast person before you, but now he has all your favorite breakfast foods and how you make your coffee memorized.
He enjoys having you in the kitchen with him as he cooks so he can talk and flirt with you, especially if you're just hanging out in one of his shirts or something.
As grouchy and stern as he comes off at first, he really does thrive in a domestic setting. He has such a nurturing personality and he loves being able to take care of the person he loves.
Bakugo
He knows you like his muscles but doesn't really get why. To him, they are a means to an end (being a strong hero). Lucky for you though he sleeps in a sleeveless t-shirt so you can enjoy his beefy arms as he holds you close.
Holding you close is nice physically, sure, but for him it's more about the need to keep you safe. He sleeps better when he knows you're safe in his arms.
Lazy mornings aren't really his thing. He gets fidgety and impatient if he's in bed too long. If you wake up before him though, you'll notice that he does pull you closer and linger for just a moment or two before kissing your head and rolling out of bed.
Cooking is one of his love languages, and it fills him with pride to get up and cook you the most mouth watering meals. He's happy to serve you breakfast in bed, but it's better if you can find the motivation to get up and follow him to the kitchen because watching him cook the food is half the fun. He has no idea how sexy he is in the morning, standing at the stove with his arms on display. Not to mention the sinful sweatpants he wears.
Kenma
He is not a morning person at all. Even during the week he doesn't have to wake up for work too early, so he'd definitely rather sleep in on the weekends too.
He can be pretty clingy in the morning and will get a little grumpy if you try to make him get up before he's ready or if you accidentally wake him up when you get out of bed to use the bathroom or something.
Comfort is important to him, so he dresses according to the temperature, not what he thinks makes him look sexy. The good thing about this though is that he's always cozy and ready to cuddle.
Cooking is not his forte, so you will not catch him using his morning time making breakfast when he could be lounging in bed with you. He is good with a piece of toast or a bagel once he finds the energy to wake up.
Sometimes though, he doesn't mind waking up and having you for breakfast. It doesn't really take that much effort on his end and he knows you (both) deserve a treat too after a long week.
Tsukki
He isn't the most confident about his looks, so he also dresses more for comfort than anything else for bed. Usually he's in a tshirt and shorts or pajama bottoms.
In the morning he might be a little self-conscious about his messy hair, morning breath, or even how he looks without his glasses.
He does like to cuddle in the morning though. He likes being the big spoon so he can hide his face against your shoulder. He also likes being in a position to have his hands on your chest (whether you have boobs or not... he wants to touch your chest.)
Sexy stuff isn't usually on his mind in the morning, but if you instigate anything he is definitely on board.
Making breakfast isn't his favorite, but he will if that's what you want. He'd much rather take you out to breakfast though, either at a cafe or a diner. He likes getting the fresh air and the opportunity to just talk and spend time with you.
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meeting his friends
⤷ oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo ; [gn!reader]
warnings/genre: none, just fluff :) also not beta read el oh el
notes: uhm. heyyyy i’m back from the dead. anyway its 2023 what is wrong w me IUFHRE
━━ oikawa;
oikawa had always been good about hiding his nerves. he made a habit of hiding his anxieties with a charismatic smile and witty line.
this is why his current predicament was a statistical outlier.
he sat at the door of the gym, where he could hear the impact of volleyballs on the ground and the sharp chirps of shoes against the floor. he could also hear his heart pounding in his ear and feel the heat rising from his chest to the tips of his ears. his palms were sweaty and he couldn’t manage to make himself stand still.
it was when he heard your voice call his name that he felt relief wash over him. for a moment, anyway.
you smiled. you were so happy, so excited, to finally meet his friends. don’t get him wrong — he was excited to show you off, and to finally get to brag about how great you were to his friends. the issue he had was the insecurity biting at him.
“are you ready?” you asked, voice near-mockingly sweet for how nervous he felt.
“of course, my dear,” he smiled, placed a quick kiss to your forehead, and grabbed your hand. his thumb began to rub small circles around your knuckles, although you couldn’t help but think that maybe it was more so to calm his nerves than yours.
as the door shut with an awkwardly-loud bang, his team stopped. a single volleyball bounced once more against the floor and hit iwaizumi in the ankle almost comically.
“hey,” he started. his mouth was dry. was he breathing fast? he felt like he wasn’t getting enough air. “this, this is y/n. i’m sure you’ve heard me-”
“they’re your partner, right?” mattsun called.
you squeezed his hand. the smile on your face eased the fluttering in his chest, almost, almost making him forget about the fact that he hadn’t said anything.
“yes. yes, they are.” he realized now that he was smiling. he squeezed your hand back. “and i imagine that they’ll be around for a while, so get used to their face.
━━ iwaizumi;
“i’m excited!” oikawa whined.
of course he was excited. excited because he knew how much oikawa had been itching to embarrass him ever since his relationship status had reached oikawa’s ears. iwaizumi, as much as he adored you, was painfully aware of this fact and had been equally concerned to introduce you to setter.
“i’m aware, ‘kawa, just don’t scare them off at the earliest convenience. okay?”
“loud and clear.” oikawa gave a mock-salute and sat back in his chair. it earned a small smile, but it didn’t change the fact that iwaizumi was a little bit concerned still.
a knock was heard on the door.
iwa was on his feet in his second and opening the door just as quickly. he met you with a smile, although you weren’t ignorant to the nerves hiding behind it. he had taken the time to text you on your way over and warn you that oikawa might subject you to embarrassing stories and (well-meaning) jokes at iwa’s expense.
“hey! i’m y/n,” you spoke.
“it’s nice to meet you,” oikawa smiled and stood up to meet you where you were standing just in side the door. “i’m oikawa. although i’m sure your boyfriend talks about me at all hours of the day.”
“whatever helps you sleep at night.” iwaizumi said. “anyway, you can come in and sit.”
oikawa mock bowed; back bent perfectly, one arm tucked under his chest and one against his back, pleased look on his face. the whole nine yards.
this was going to be… fun.
━━ kurro;
“i would imagine that i know how to impress my own partner.” kurro frowned.
“do you?” kenma asked, holding up the flowers he had gotten you.
he always meant well with gifts. although there were some times where he sent them without really knowing why he was getting them — he just liked to give you things, he supposed. regardless, he had bought the flowers with the thought process of them being a peace offering between you and his friends. why he needed a peace offering, he didn’t know, but he just wanted the interaction to go smoothly.
his favorite people were meeting each other. he was allowed to be a little nervous, alright?
that said, he drew his attention back to the flowers. met his black stare, kenma sighed.
“the thorns. and the leaves. take them off.” kenma huffed. he handed the bouquet back over to kurro. from beside the black-haired individual, bokuto gave the flowers a tentative sniff.
“get your nose out of their flowers!” kurro frowned again.
bokuto held his hands up in defense, although the three of them were now laughing. he joined kenma on the couch and left kurro to tend to the flowers. from his trek to the kitchen, they vaguely heard something and timing and leaves, although they couldn’t have been bothered to clear up whatever he had been babbling about.
that was, until a few minutes later when the two of them heard a knock. they shared a knowing look before bokuto fell over himself trying to race to the door. he opened it with record speed and a crazed look on his face.
you looked surprised to see him at the least.
“hi. uhm, bokuto, i assume?”
from behind him, you watched as a blonde grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged him back into the house. he offered you an apologetic look. he called for kurro, before looked back at you.
“sorry. you can come in. well… it’s not my house, but you can come in.”
you blinked. well, ok then.
you stepped inside in time to see bokuto plopping himself down on the couch and kenma walking over to join him. as if on cue, kurro rounded the corner with roses in his hand.
his eyes darted from you, to the two of his friends, and then back to you. he looked akin to a deer caught in headlights before he muttered a preemptive apology for the two of them.
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when they think you're going on a date with someone else (pt 2)
tw // jealousy, possessiveness, implied nsfw
pt. 1 (atsumu, rintaro, kiyoomi)
HAJIME
HAJIME AS LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT I FELT THAT
you were a fellow Seijoh student in the same grade as Hajime
you fell in love when you first saw him dragging his best friend and berating him about taking care of himself
you wanted someone to take care of you the way he took care of him, but you misunderstood their relationship, leading you to never confess
but Hajime's passion became ingrained in you, causing you to pursue kinesiology and athletic training, the same as him, but you studied at the local university
you hadn’t expected to see him at the olympics, you being on Argentina’s side
on the other side, he hadn’t expected to see you at the olympics, in someone else’s arms
you were being tickled by one of your team members when he caught sight of you
something about you being in someone else’s arms irked him but he couldn’t tell what so he settled for approaching you
“hey y/n, how’s it going?”
you immediately flushed and jumped out of your teammates arms, telling your teammate that you would see him later that night
that irked him even more, and he was finally able to identify the feeling, it was jealousy
you couldn’t tell why but he looked angry and before you could help it, tears filled your eyes
“did I do something wrong?”
my man has never been so flustered before
“no no you didn’t do anything, well kinda? sort of? wait, first of all who was that guy?”
you were nothing if not quick-witted
“why? you jealous?”
OOF you unlocked something in him that he had never felt before
“why? you wanna see what happens when you piss me off princess?”
KUNIMI
sobs sobs you know that you fell first but what you didn’t know what that he fell harder
Kunimi isn’t the most expressive person in the world, he couldn’t help it! it was just his nature
so that’s why when you confessed and all he had to say was, “ah” you decided that maybe it was time to move on, thinking he wasn’t interested
he honestly thought that he was being clear, you were his
but lo and behold, it was you with another classmate and were you, were you flirting? and did he overhear something about a date?
you felt someone wrap arm around your waist
“so pretty girl, mind telling me who this is?”
you face immediately became flushed and let’s not forget this man is almost 6 ft tall
the guy put his hands up in surrender and quickly walked away
“so, what was that about pretty boy?”
he hated it but he knew what he needed to say to get you to understand
“don’t like it when other people touch what’s mine” “who said I was yours?” “me” “since when?”
he couldn’t stop himself at this point
“since I first laid eyes on you”
absolute silence
“please forget I said that”
you prompty burst into laughter
I hope I did these justice (╥﹏╥) @hanaonesflower
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iwaizumi hajime • princess wishes
“pl-please, iwa.” you sobbed pleadily, tugging against the tight ropes around your wrists.
your boyfriend just shook his head in protest instead, a dry chuckle leaving his lips as he paced around the bed, his predatory eyes boring into your bound body. each curve of the rope that dug into your plush skin melted his heart— and cock. the sight of seeing his precious baby all tied up and helpless made his mind go blank and attentively focus of the beautiful girl sprawled out on the bed.
his rough fingers gently traced along your figure, purposely missing your sensitive parts and angles to tease you more. whines of disproval at his actions left your lips, much to his pleasure. seeing you like this for him had his cock leaking in his pants and twitching impatiently. oh how he wanted to fill you— breed you— with his sticky cum until you were too sensitive for anymore. he wanted you too feel the stretch of him for days, his cock to leave an imprint of your cunnie, mold it for him only.
“please, iwa. please, make me cum.” you begged for him blindly.
iwaizumi only smirked to himself satisfied before grazing a finger along your cheek softly, tauntingly.
“oh, you poor princess.” his pretend sympathy laced his voice as he spoke to you ever so gently. “tell daddy what’s wrong? what way do you need to be touched, little one?”
you sniffled.
“need your cock, daddy.”
he hummed in satisfaction at your statement, appreciating your taught obedience. he did that. he taught you how to please him. that you were no one else’s; just his. fuck, he just loved you so much. he could never stop thinking about you, you were all that plagued his mind and the only thought that ever mattered to him. your beautiful plump body, the way it was built like the goddesses were and glew with such perfection that left him speechless. and it was all for him to cherish and protect.
his
“whatever my princess wishes.”
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┌─ “ „ FIXED
tw. cest, bit of degradation but mainly praise, spit, oral fixation, oral, choking, its kinda soft pffff so tw feelings, corruption, hajime gets off on the guilt
wordcount. 4.2k
a/n. who's surprised about more cest? exactly no one ♡♡♡ but i missed hajime nii, besides i haven't written nearly enough full length big bro iwa fics
FIXED /fikst/ 1. predetermined and not subject to or able to be changed. (adj.) 2. mend or repair. (verb)
iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader
You never really knew that much about boys growing up. That’s just how it went. Hajime started playing volleyball before you were old enough to remember different. Your life was constructed around it. Every practice for him meant no free babysit for your parents, so you were dragged with mom to dance class with other moms. And they brought their equally clueless baby girls, which led to you enrolling in girls related things with girls who related.
You wouldn’t have known about boy’s things, apart from the small circle of cultivated friends Hajime allowed into his space, and yours. It wasn’t on purpose, but the outcome was still the same.
Any and all information you had about boys came straight from Hajime’s mouth, who was older. Compared to clueless you; niichan held the wisdom of a sage. You always clung to his every word, even as he grew bigger. Even as he grew more snappy, sick of dealing with his friends who were stupid boys and did stupid high school boy things. Everything you didn’t know went through niichan. Not ever the other boy spending too much time in your house, because Oikawa was a liar, and niichan would make sure you remembered it.
But you knew certain things too when you saw them, and what small amount you did know— was now rearing it’s ugly head and asking questions.
“Wh—what’s this? What are you watching?” As you shuffle out of the hall with a frown, you hold niichan’s phone away from your body with loose fingertips. Boys might not have cooties anymore in your mind, but everyone talks about how gross boys are. You don’t want to risk it. And Hajime freezes in place like he’s guilty, wide-eyed. It’s brand new. Unusual. Like hitting bullseye on the first throw, tickling your brain from within.
See, Hajime was always bigger than most in your town, athletically built, and prone to using that build full of energy and power to his advantage. That to say, he was always quicker than most to squish you into silence or grab you by the collar instead of using his words when it came to accusations. Your parents weren't around much to scold him for it. It’s what his popular best friend loved to call ‘anger issues’, wait for it to blow up.
And silent, thinly veiled panic isn’t — that.
“Why the hell are you on my phone?” Hajime’s face blanks as he puts down the remote, glances over his shoulder for supervision, and puts on his meanest glare as he scrambles up from the couch. He’d been left on little sister duty all afternoon, and now, you’d gone and made a critical error. Your friends joke about no-goes, but you never really got why ‘messing around on a boy’s phone’ was an issue.
Hajime nii clearly doesn’t agree. His biceps bulge as he crosses his arms over his chest with mouth set in a thin line, and you shuffle in place within arms’ reach of him.
“I’m not on your phone, I just found it like this on your bed.” It’s the truth, you hadn’t meant to find anything. Intent doesn’t matter to your big brother though, because he towers you as he does. It’s the best way you can describe the way he glares you down ice cold, close enough to make your skin break out in goosebumps, waiting for retaliation. If you were any of his guy friends, you’re sure they’d get a solid kick to the shin. The little sister treatment is more mean mugging you until you fidget. “I wasn’t even snooping, I just needed to get a charger,” you tack on, swinging your arms behind your back.
“Give it.”
“No,” you quip back, for no particular reason other than to win the back and forth that always starts like this.
“Give me my phone, before I choose to take it.” His hand sticks out, bigger than yours, and you lean back a little. Usually it’s just empty threats. But sometimes you pick the wrong day to argue back, until you end screaming like a banshee under him like it’s life or death. Niichan’s still young enough where it makes him feel strong not to hold back.
The second ‘no’ sticks in your throat as he leans into your space more, and you can basically taste the natural instinct to roll over before he gets there. But you can’t help yourself. You want answers. You don’t deliver the device as quickly as he wants you to. A single eyebrow raises -an I dare you- deciding whether or not to smack you over the head for your transgression.
And you should know better, but the younger sibling in you aches. You suck your bottom lip. “Why are you watching this?” you grimace as you look at the phone again, unlocking it to reveal the video of a naked girl suckling on what the deadly annoying, high-pitched whine of ‘step brother’ loud through the little phone speaker says is her brother’s… parts. It doesn’t look like anything you’ve ever seen, from the few seconds you watched. But niichan always gets into the bath before you, and you don’t peek. Ever. But judging by the groaning and moaning from the guy, it must be-
Hajime goes bright red in his face as he yanks the phone out of your hands. “Don’t play it, are you fucking stupid?” Your father is still just as busy in his office as he’s been all day, but the way he panics to turn it off would almost make you think differently.
“It’s porn, isn’t it? You’re watching porn.” You’ve heard your friends talk about porn enough to know what it is. You just don’t know why he’s watching it. “Why?”
After clicking out of the tab, your big brother makes a face that’s equal parts fed up, and embarrassed, but he doesn’t give you any of the answers you’re looking for. “Shittykawa sent me that, ’s nothing. Just- fuck, don’t touch my shit again. Or I’ll knock the sense into you, y’hear?”
“But why watch it?”
“You’re dumber than you look if you think I’ll talk to you about-” The last word isn’t even spoken, but it feels like it’s heard just as loud. Your brother watches porn. There’s a pit in your stomach. Because your brother isn’t a liar, but he also isn’t a gossip. And he doesn’t offer up important information until you ask, which always ends with you feeling left out. Late. The overly girly pout of the woman moaning rings in your mind over and over. You’ve never done that stuff to your brother. Instead of helping you out, he hoards info. It makes the hairs on your neck stand up, and you don’t know why.
When he goes to brush past you, you wrap your arms around his waist and cling to him, face to stomach as he tries to walk away. “I’m not done,” you drag out the word, “niichan, stahp-uh. St-aw-aww! You’re hurting me!” You’re really to blame for the way you struggle to hold him in place, and he isn’t one to just fold without a fight. “Niisan~ tell me why! Come on, don’t be annoying. Ughh— don- you’re annoying!” Hajime nii doesn’t just give in. You know that as well as he does.
“Get off!!” His hand is big and warm as it wraps around your neck and he shoves his thigh between your legs, lifted off the floor. You cling on, squeezing hard as he huffs and you use your whole body to try and keep him in place. “Let go of me, brat, fuckin’-uhg- you’re—” You manage to fall back halfway into the couch with Hajime’s weight on top of you in the struggle and bite it, butt landing hard on the floor as he knees you in the shoulder and protects your face just in time. “Idiot, you wanna break your nose over this shit?”
“Why are you looking at that stuff, tell me!” you demand again, through welling up tears this time. “I want to know, or else- Else I’ll ask Oikawa.” He moves just enough to cradle your face and watch you for a second, then blows out a deep breath.
“No, you don’t.” His eyes zero in on yours, and his eyebrows flatten out a little. “You’ve made your point, just stop making a scene.” After running a hand through his spiky tufts of hair, he clicks his tongue. “If I tell you, will you shut up about it?”
Your head bobs up and down quickly, always ready to indulge your brother. “Of course! Promise.” Your voice is extra sweet when you say it.
In turn, Hajime sits back down to make some room for your shoulder as you sink down against the furniture, and look up at him. “Get up from the floor, c’mon-”
“Hajime nii~,” you bristle, crossing your arms over your chest, “just say it.”
You can basically see him think about rolling his eyes, but he fights the urge to instead let out a noncommittal huff, and pats his thigh. “Suit yourself.” You swallow down a sniffle, and rest your head onto the couch. And your niichan’s eyes flick to you again, hesitating. “What d’you want me to- I- If you wanna know why I watched it, it’s- because it feels good. I like it.” Your face must give away your confusion, because he glances over his shoulder again before patting your head and running his fingers through your hair in nerves. “And it is easier for guys to… come if we watch stuff.”
“Like it?” Your lashes tickle against the fabric as you look up at him, not yet satisfied. He’s not getting away with a measly little explanation like that. “But what was the girl doing?” Niichan’s chest rumbles softly with the deep breath he takes, pulling his fingers down to squeeze the bridge of your nose instead, like it’ll shut you up. But it doesn’t, only makes you whine and push at the hand. When he speaks again, his voice is very soft, almost too much so. It makes you giddy. It warms your blood. You love when Hajime nii tells you secrets, or things you’re not supposed to know.
The low mumble reaches. “Sucking his dick.”
Sucking it. You pop your lips, and watch as he starts bouncing his leg next to your head. But the lady in the video wasn’t just sucking. You’re not sure how to word it, so just pout for a moment. It’s not like you mean to push it too far. Evidently, you do though. “Can I do that to you, niichan?”
It nails the coffin closed, because he suddenly stands up and narrows his eyes, as heat comes up all the way to his ears. “Oh my god, don’t make it sound fucked up. I’m—”
"What, what, what?" you pout, and cling to him.
"Shut. Your. Trap. Dad's gonna hear." He takes your cheeks between his index finger and thumb, and makes you really look into his eyes. “Don’t ask anyone else that. Ever, okay? I’m not- talking about this with you right now.”
+
The conversation sated you back then, it seems. Because it doesn’t come up again until you’ve totally forgotten about it, much, much later. Late enough for you to be awoken from your sleep with an involuntary yawn. Hajime’s apartment is still pitch black, but you’re not unaware of the shape next to you as it slips into the covers with careful motions. Your chest rises and falls shallowly, before you nose pushes into his chest and he settles. “Sorry.”
“M’n -rom d’airport, miss you,” you slur, and also curl up further into Hajime’s heat, who doesn’t bother to try and understand you. You’re not even sure yourself. Only that you don’t want him to move, and that the gentle soothing motion of his heavy hand on your hip is nice. “Hm?”
“You’re taking up my side,” his voice rattles your skull with how deep and low it feels this close to your brain.
“‘M not leaving, you’re warm. Wanna stay here. Forever.” It’s enough to have him give in, slide an arm under your side and drape you up a little higher onto his pillow to really slide in nice and close next to you. Chest to chest, and your face to his collar. It isn’t the first time you’ve cuddled, or felt his thighs force some room between your legs to slide one of his between.
But it’s weird. You can still feel his eyes on your face, magnetic in the twilight. They trail paths all over, suffocatingly so. When you open your eyes as much as the call of sleep will allow, your lashes almost brush his nose, and it tickles, and your big brother’s breath dusts over your cheeks. “Wanna get more sleep before I have to go back home.” You justify, but Hajime doesn’t nod, doesn’t disagree either. He just looks, too close to your face. Your sleepiness doesn’t matter so much when your heart patters against your ribs. It’s just - like ice sliding down your spine, you can feel how your stomach turns inside you, and how hot the air feels. Why is it weird?
You’re older now. You know better now. There’s a whisper, a soft “niichan,” anything to break the tension. It is breathier than you mean it to come out. You just want to know if he feels nauseous too, sensing the same feeling of hell pressing down on your chest as the room seems to come closer. He seems to come closer too. He’s always so bright, so present in your mind. Whether you’re halfway across the world or kept
in his arms. And then pillowy lips connect with yours, nose brushing along your matching one, and your lips are pushed open by a wet, warm tongue. A hot flash travels down your throat as you try not to skitter away at the feeling. It takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up. Why is it different? Why? Why’s your belly burning with a strange sort of pressure? Tonight’s the last night you’ll be spending in Hajime’s apartment for a while, maybe.
His tongue slides into your mouth and tangles with yours, tasting of watermelon and mint mouthwash, and his heart beats slower against your chest. He’s just so close, and you feel like you’re drifting off into dreamland with how warm you feel melting into him. “M-nii -chan,” your voice comes, and a hand grabs your cheek to pull your face closer to his. You’re instantly reminded… of that high pitched moan of that girl on that video.
“Shh, ‘s okay. I’ve got you,” he noses along your jaw, before pressing a lingering kiss right in the middle of your bobbing throat. You don’t expect him to sit up. You don’t expect him to slide his arm under your knees and move you sideways, and to come back to your face for more warm, sloppy, wrong kisses. “I love you. I love you.” This is… wrong, isn’t it? It’s incest, and wrong. The word that haunted you ever since you learned it’s meaning. He groans your name in the quiet, and you automatically reply with a soft moan. Can’t help it. The kissing turns into deeper, needier, panting and spit on your bottom lip before he slides the calloused tips of his fingers over the exposed sliver of your tummy and up.
Hooking your flimsy cotton onto his fingers and pulling at it until he reaches the swell of your tits, but not revealing anything yet. You shake, and your legs spread apart. There’s a pressure on your bladder, on the lowest part of your belly, where heat collects itself and drips out of you into your panties— and it should be more embarrassing than it is. But your pout is kissed by your devoted, all-knowing big brother, and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.
“Let me- wanna show you somethin’ now.” His breathing against you feels like heaven, sweetening your blood until you can barely think straight over the smacking mouths and dripping of spit and your cunt and the swirling fire in your loins. “You’re so fucking- pretty.” His chest rubs against your tits, and his fingers pinch the skin where your breasts blush with heat, squeezing with a low rumble of his voice. He wants to say something, but doesn’t get the words out, clearly, as he shuts himself up in your lips, then your throat, down to your tits. Your pussy’s glowing, and your mind foggy- something you can’t pinpoint to either sleep or the moment, and is most likely both combined.
Hajime nii’s boxers are barely clinging onto his thighs with the way it’s tented around his cock when he pulls back, taking a long look just like you are. He’s hot, physically burning under your eyes. But also… filled out so much. He was always broad, but now it’s just distracting. Carved from marble and dusted with gold. It’s childish, petulant even, how you take in the sight and moan with your hands pawing at his shirt, but so fucking true. You’re overcome with it, with love for him.
And niichan seems similarly affected as you are, because there’s a furrow between his brows that only relaxes when he stares at your blushy, spit-covered lips, your heaving chest, the sticky patch of your panties as you’re laid spread on his bed.
His hand comes to yours, letting you wrap your fingers around his, but he doesn’t move beyond that. Only breathes deeply, and stares at the way you tangle your fingers between his. “Niichan, please,” you whine, pulling, tugging, demanding him into motion until he places his free hand onto his chubbed cock and squeezes himself through the fabric. The wet patch of his gray boxers clings uncomfortably to his cockhead, and you suck your lip between your teeth. “Show me, niichan. I wa- wan’ you to, please.”
You’re the one sitting up first, grabbing a handful of your own tits to whimper as his fist stays screwed around his cock— and have to lean yourself all the way down to nose at the inside of his thigh before he finally moves again. “Oh- fuck.” His hips jerk as he rubs himself against your cheek once, and when you moan, again. Large hands and long fingers splay out over your head to keep you in place as gently as he can manage as you let your spit-slick tongue rub against him as he fucks into the air and you chase. You only manage a little glance up between your lashes at his heavy petting and desperate few pumps against the softness of your mouth, but it’s plenty.
Plenty to see the blown out pupils and bead of sweat rolling down his neck, his ears and cheeks a dusty pink. Your big brother groans when you brush your thumb over the sticky patch of the fabric and wrap a ring of fingers around him, forcing the covered head to pop into your soft mouth with a loud kissy noise. “I- Fucking hell, get o- oh,” he doesn’t let you stay latched on, tangling his fingers in your hair and holding you away as he shudders, “you wan’it? That makes you feel good, does it?” The pull of your hair feels good though, pussy clenching around nothing again.
“Mhm, being under my big brudder makes me feel good.” You can’t keep yourself from nuzzling into his hand when he releases you to get up onto his knees, and watch as he shoves the boxers down his thick thighs with slower motions than you wish he’d use. It’s a little unfair. Even in the low light, you can see the glossiness of his cockhead, the little trail of hair leading you all the way down to right between muscular legs- and your nails drag down the skin with a needy whine until he rests the heavy tip back onto your lips. Onto your squirming, little tongue.
Hajime’s breathing comes to a halt as you lick up the slit and glance up at him, and move your hand to reach under his cock too. “Mh-niichan? You wanted this, right? for how long?”
His eyes go half lidded as he hums. “Long.”
Another long lick sliding down, your spit coats the bottom of his twitching cock until you’re happily nestled at the base and press kisses down. “Is that why you only watch sister porn?”
He groans your name with a tight grunt, and you can see the way his chest caves. You guess it doesn’t really matter. Worse sins have been committed just tonight than your big brother fondling you in his bed, and pressing you down on his lap. But the way it flushes his neck and makes his eyes narrow is so satisfying, you almost don’t know what to do with yourself when he pushes you away from him to roll you onto your back, long fingers finding your neck. The press scares you for a split second, before the pressure makes way for entirely too much pleasure. “Still a fucking brat.” His olive irises flash as he watches you drop open your mouth again, and pull at his shirt with a moan.
“Take this off~ niichan, please. Please.” His shirt is discarded somewhere next to the bed, before he allows you to place your lips back to the thumping, blood-filled head of his cock and wrap them around it. It feels good, really good— and he tastes like Hajime, slowly starting to rock onto your tongue as his hand tightens in your hair.
“Wan- uhuh, fuck, I want to cum down your throat so bad. Use-m- my little sister’s mouth.” He’s heavy, and thick, and spit gets everywhere as you do your very best to hollow your cheeks around his hard cock each time he pushes a little farther in. But of course you gag when he pushes past your tongue into your tight throat, and grunts out your name. He pulls back to let you take a breath but fucks right back into you, now rocking his hips harder and deeper. You gag, and Hajime hums. “Tch, messy little sister. Good, tho- feels so good-” Your fingers squeeze around the part where you can’t quite reach, other hand on his balls, while spit goes everywhere.
“Fuck, I’m fucking my sister’s mouth, this is- so fucked.” You suck harder, and Hajime’s cock twitches in your mouth. “Uh- love— you, uhuh, that’s a good girl.” Your lips are stretched wide, and your throat burns around the intrusion, but the feeling just makes you so lightheaded. Floating off from the world as he cups your face with two hands and jackhammers into your mouth until you can’t tell up from down. Your muffled, sloppy ‘niichan, niichan’ only makes his shoulders raise higher, abs flexed each time he makes you bottom out around him, each time tears run down your face. Even when you gag and push back against him. “You love your big brother too, right?”
“Mhm,” you’re choking on it and enjoying it, breath flooding your lungs each time he pulls back far enough to let you— before you have to grab his thigh and open your teary eyes to glance up at him. “Niichan, Hajime nii, p-please. Want your cock, i-inside, want to be my big brother’s cockslut, plea~se.”
He hauls you up from him by your shoulders, rolls you onto your back as he stares into your eyes. Pupils blown wide, with the pretty sliver of green, he bites his lip so hard it must hurt. “Why— you keep saying shit like that, thinking I’m not going to react? Stop poking.” His long fingers glide from your shoulder up to your neck again, and squeeze just enough to have you seeing little stars that vanish when you look at them. It feels good. Hajime feels so good. With the light of the moon dusting along his edges, you slowly spread your legs on both sides of his body, and blink.
“Mean it. Mn-gh, nii~chan. Want your cock to fill me up, I wan’it so bad. Want you.” He looks rabid as he dips down to shove a thumb between your lips for you to suck, lingering in that heady feeling. More. You moan it around his finger as he pushes on your tongue, but he’s already distracted with the way you’re peeling your own panties down your legs, and how the stings of slick stretch from the fabric all the way to your gushing cunt. “Pl-uh-ese, nii-dan.” Your lewd sucking of his finger and the way you pull your lower legs around his glutes seems to be too much for him.
“Love ya, Hajime niichan.”
You feel his lips crash to yours before his cock is shoved into you, but it’s the latter that instantly has your arms wrap around his muscular back to cling on. Because he’s thick, heavy, and burning hot inside you. Wetness clicks and squelches as he slides all the way in and swallows up your moan. He pulls out, and slams back in hard enough to make your legs jerk. You feel him in your belly. You feel him in your throat. You feel him in your soul too, as he sucks your tongue and cups your cheek and palms your tits all at once. As he pulls out and hits a spot inside you you didn’t even know about, and fucks you so good it makes your toes curl.
“‘S our secret, okay?” he pants when he pulls back, lifting your legs to your chest. And you’re already nodding your head up and down before he has to ask more, letting out the shakiest whimper.
Your voice is extra sweet when you hum. “Of course. Promise~.”
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As the shadows of discomfort settled within you, Iwaizumi Hajime was attuned to the subtle shifts in your mood. He navigated the unspoken language of your body with an intimacy that transcended words. On those days when your spirit waned under the weight of cramps and fatigue, he transformed into a gentle guardian.
Iwaizumi, perceptive and compassionate, moved with an innate understanding. His touch was tender, fingers trailing soft patterns against your back as you curled up together. A warmth radiated from his presence, soothing the ache that plagued you.
He'd offer a hot water bottle, prepared without a word, anticipating your needs before you could voice them. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat echoed through the room, a comforting lullaby that eased the restlessness within you.
His gaze spoke volumes, a silent promise to stand by you through the storm of discomfort. There were no grand declarations—just the assurance that he was there, a steadfast anchor in the ebb and flow of your body's natural cycle.
Iwaizumi's love manifested in the quiet moments, in the way he fetched your favorite snacks or brewed a comforting cup of tea. His understanding was a balm, a reminder that vulnerability was not a burden but a shared experience.
In his eyes, you were not defined by the inconveniences of biology but by the strength that arose from enduring it. As he held you close, providing both physical and emotional support, Iwaizumi became a sanctuary—a safe haven where the discomfort of the present melted away in the warmth of his love.
A/n: This was self indulgent as i had really bad period cramps today :( But it made me feel so much better
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“Hello?”, his groggy voice filled your empty room from the phone speaker, closing your eyes you sighed.
“Hey, it’s uh it’s me”, it was quiet for a second, and you were scared he hung up.
“I know”, there was another beat of silence before he asked, “is everything okay?”
“yeah I mean no but yeah I just”, you cut yourself off, squeezing your eyes shut to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks.
“You just?”, his voice was barely above a whisper.
“I just miss you”, staring at your wall, you let a couple of tears fall before wiping at your face.
“Y/n”, he started, before you cut him off.
“I know, I know we said we wouldn’t do this but I can’t do shit without you”, he sighed, and you could practically see him dragging a hand down his face.
“Why don’t you get some sleep and then if you’re still feeling like this tomorrow call me and we can talk”, you wanted to sob at his words, he’d always been good at letting you down easy.
“Okay”, you mumbled, biting down on your lip to keep from embarrassing yourself even more.
“Okay”, you both sat on the phone for a second before you heard him begin to tell you goodnight.
“I still love you, you know”, you blurted out, another sigh escaped through the phone.
“I know”
IWAIZUMI, daichi, osamu, SUGA, kita, sakusa
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Omfg hello, friend!!! Just saw your dilf!Bokuto blog n I gotta say, <333. Yup that’s it, that’s the tweet.
Anyway, I have some suggests/reqs if you don’t mind;
Dilf!Iwaizumi, he’s busy, right, but he somehow always makes time for his children, his daughters are his priority always. Poor man is a divorcee, his needs have not been met for a while. He takes an interest in a fellow athletic trainer at his gym, n decided that he wasn’t too old to have a fuck buddy.
Something like this!! Sorry my brain just ran dry as I wrote this 🤪
A/n: YESIIRRRR, I changed it so y/n isnt an althetic trainer but they meet at the gym and she is a baby sitter.
Warnings: Breeding, pre-ejactulation
Dilf Iwa who is a big guy, towering at 6 feet with toned muscles from years of training
Dilf Iwa who is just the picture perfect dad, always making time for his daughters, always packs their lunch and picks them up from school, all the moms and teachers fawn over him.
Dilf Iwa who is just so damn tired though :( he wants to relax, a helping hand with the kids would never hurt. He's tired of spending the nights alone, with only his hand for comfort.
Dilf iwa who meets you at the gym. He's seen you here before, you'd usually be picking up kids from swim practice or karate, something like that. And now here you are, trying to figure out how to use some leg machine which you cant figure out for the life of you.
Dilf iwa who is so helpful and the two of you get to talking. He picks up on the way your eyes light up when he mentions he isnt married
Dilf iwa takes you out on a few dates first, lets you get comftorable with a man as big as him before bringing you to his house
Dilf iwa who looses his mind when he finally gets to bury is dick inside of you. Its been so gosh darn long for him, and your just so warn and tight
Dilf iwa who lasts only a few minutes, giving up to your exquisite heat too fast but is ready to go again in seconds
Dilf iwa who says he 'forgot' a condom and spills himself in you over and over, so when he pulls out globs of cum pours out of you
Dilf Iwa who believes in love looking at how pretty you look sleeping so peacefully the morning after
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Protective- Iawzumi
(kinktober day 10)
Idk at this point but smut too
Head cannons
CW: Say it with me. He.Is.Aged.Up.About.In.His.20's. idk why I felt the need to say it like that,
AN: TBH these are just my thoughts and opinions soooooo Don't be mean. Also iwa is my favorite him and Kawa so don't think Okawa is left out okay? Because he's not, he's tomorrow 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽. Sorry I'll stop- enjoy!! Ps: this isn't fuckin proff read, like the rest and more to come🫰🏽🫶🏽🫰🏽🫶🏽♥️.
★MDNI★
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★ Say it with me, iawzumi would be the best fuckin person to have as your boyfriend, (in my opinion of). My reasons??? First he'll put a bitch in their place, (like he did Oikawa, tho Kawa's not a bitch.) Sure he's mor casual about it but he's not afraid to Kiss you in public to show some ass at that you're taken. No I'm not saying he's insecure about his place to your relationship. I'm saying he just needs the world to know to back the.fuck.off.🫶🏽
★Iwazumi gives off the vibes that hell beat a bitch up. Like don't get me wrong, but he's definitely that type of dues to casually and calmly tell someone off and make it look like a normal conversation.
★nie if creeps are still being weird, hell just you know have to show your husband, just it'll wait till tomorrow. When the bites and hickeys are more noticable. Like with my heart I believe he bites. Thighs,ass, chest/ breast, neck, shoulders, ect.. no place is safe. Marking is his favorite way to show your his.
★Iwa also likes to rail you yeat with soft words and praise. Like hell plant kisses and shit all over you. He'll also give you kisses on your neck and back. Just to pamper you a little while he makes your brain numb, but he also likes to leave your brain numb because you're most likely to slip out more moans that are for his ears alone.
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AN: Iwa-Channnnnnnn!!! Okay I'm done😶🤭-- but hopefully you liked this🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
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