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nkogneatho · 5 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

ೀ kuroo x fem!reader ft. iwaizumi

—cw: exhibitionism, blowjob, webcam sex, male masturbating, pet names (kitten), cum swallowing, deepthroat.

—a/n: this was supposed to be a small blurb but oh well. Also this was supposed to be just kuroo but being the hajime whore i am i had to include him.

Tetsu made sure to give you all his time and attention. He was there when you needed a shoulder to cry on, arms to hold you into and of course a dick to fuck you stupid when you were horny.

But today he had a meeting with Iwaizumi to discuss the financial aspects while funding and sponsoring the volleyball tournament the recently partner for. He wasn't close to Iwaizumi, more to the former captain of Seijoh, but Hajime and Tetsuro clicked during their first proper meeting. They even went out for a few beers and shared laughs. He told him about you so since then Iwaizumi would always ask how you are. You met him once during a party Kuroo organized and the man looked big. Bigger than Kuroo but you love your rooster head too much so you don't care about any other man.

You walked into the bedroom to find kuroo in his sweats. He had tight wine red tshirt on with black sweats and you peeked to find iwaizumi wearing a black compression shirt. It was obvious he was an athletic trainer the way his body flexes at ecah move. But your eyes were fixated on your man. Or rather his grey sweats. Shit. The fabric was loose but the way he sat, you could see his dickprint. Shit. shit. shit. You didn't know what plagued over you—maybe lust, maybe desperation, but you carefully drop to your knees and crawl to him. He doesn't notice you, his eyes fixated on the calculations he was writing on the desk, that until your freshly manicured nails trace his dickprint and his eyes shoot to you.

"wh—"

"Shhh." you gesture putting your pointer on your lips. "don't want him to find out baby," you grinned. Kuroo pushed his chair a little forward dragging the wheels from his weight. If he wanted to, he would've excused himself, turning off the camera and tell you that he'll let you do whatever you want later. But the man has always fancied adventures.

When you start stroking his boner, he lets out a heavy sigh, audible enough to catch the attention of the man on the other side of the screen.

"Is everything alright?" Hajime's processed computer voice pulls Kuroo's attention back to the meeting.

"Y-yeah yeah. Dude, I just had a pretty tiring day," he replies.

"It's 12 pm, man."

"Ah, right. I meant morning—fuck." He wasn't someone to lose his composure so easily but the last fuck was something he needed to moan because now your mouth was wetting his dick, taking him inside.

"We could've just resched—uhm...Kuroo," Hajime's tone shifted. Drenched in curiosity, drenched in something dark. "I can see her head."

You stopped. You literally stopped while he was still inside your mouth. You expected Kuroo to make up an excuse. He always handles these thing easily, right? Only now this man decided to drag the chair a little backwards so the man on this laptop screen had a clear view, a clearer angle to see what was happening. You peer up at him with a dumbfound expression.

"Don't look at me like that, kitten. You're the one who wanted to play games while I am working." His fingers wallowed in your hair, pulling you further close to his inner thighs. "Don't you dare run now." And you didn't. You obeyed him like a pet wanting to impress his master.

"Aw shucks. Would you mind turning sideways, Kuroo? So I can see her take that dick in clearly."

"I wouldn't mind," he shifted you to the side, turning his chair. "Enjoy the Show."

You started bobbing your head up and down. Even though his hands were in your hair, he didn't force you down his cock. Atleast, not yet. Your tongue tasted a hint of sourness, probably his precum. As you moved, your eyes prompted to the corner to find Iwaizumi's cock full on display as he stroked it with his big hands. Your cheeks burnt up immediately. Tetsuro caught the change in your expression and his pupils were fixated on you. He didn't know you enjoyed this so much.

"Iwa-chan."

"Don't call me—ugh that," he spoke in between moans.

"Aw c'mon. Why not? Shit, baby no teeth. You've seen my cock so I guess we're pretty close now."

"I am more focused on her. Ngh—look at her. Now I know why you call ker a kitten. fucking hell. lapping her tongue and all'at" Iwaizumi's balls were tightening. He was getting closer and closer. You knew because his gruntsbstarted getting heavier and louder. You were a few meters away from the laptop but it felt like he was right their, groaning in your ears.

"ah! fuck. yeah. Keep going, kitten. I am close. He is too—gorgeous fucking girl. yeah. fuck fuck. shit. ah! ah!" Now was the time when his hands started pushing you further down his cock till your nose bumped in his crotch. "fuck yeah. yeah. yeah 'm close. ah ah ngh—" tetsu's hand held your held in one place, forcing his dick until all his seed spilled down your throat. he knows you alwayd swallow it like a good girl. and you did. Noticing you gulping down his cum, gave Iwa the sweet release he was chasing.

"NGHH! Holy fuck," hajime cursed. You looked at the screen to find thick white ropes spilled all over his knuckles. Some even managed to shoot up to his black compression.

"Hmm," Kuroo chuckled. "Wanna say something to him pretty? Go ahead." You bit your bottom lip, still gazing at his softened cock. It looked big even when it was soft.

"Wish I could taste your cum too, Hajime." And his dick sprung up again. He didn't expect you to call him by his first name let alone say nasty things like that. That innocent image of you in his head was gone.

"Haha. See? Isn't she so cute?" Kuroo petted your head. "Aw look. Our meeting time is almost up." Hajime looked a little disappointed but Tetsu knew better. "How about we reschedule...in person?" And the smile at the end of a sentence confirmed that he was not going to discuss anything even remotely related to volleyball in the next meeting.

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skytooru · 10 months

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SUNDRESS SZN COLLABORATION

Timeksip!Oikawa x fem!reader

Summary: you‘re married to they pro volleyball player Tooru Oikawa, living in Buenos Aires. You‘re invited to a summer party this evening being hosted by you husband‘s old bestfriend Hajime Iwiazumi who is visiting his friend during summer break of the volleyball season. You took the opportunity to wear your new, pretty little sundress, leading to a beautiful evening full of dancing…

A/N: this is my entry for the Sundress SZN Collab by @saintshiba . Please check out their blog and the other entries!! Ignore grammar mistakes and my Spanish i haven’t spoken Spanish in like 3 years pls thanks and last but not least MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

It’s a nice, warm summer afternoon, as youre walking through the city by yourself, running some errands. The sun is shining bright but there’s a soft breeze cooling down the air a little bit. You’re walking over the market place, looking at all the fruits and vegetables being displayed in gehe little stalls. You walk over to one of them, approaching the elderly man standing behind his stall. It smells like citrus fruits and the freshly cut mango lying on a little cutting board for customers to try.

„Buen día!“, he greets you with a big smile on his face, „Cómo puedo ayudarte?“

„Hello! How can i help you?“

„Buen día, necesito unos naranjas y unos mangos“, you answer with he Spanish you’ve picked up over the years living in Argentina.

„Hello, i need some oranges and mangos.“

„Ah sí claro! Tengo uns oferta para ti, tres naranjas y dos mangos solo 300 pesos.“

„Yes of course! I have an offer for you,3 oranges and 2 mangos for only 300 pesos“

„ Vale, suena bien“, you agree with a smile on your face.

„ Alright, sounds good“

He puts the fruits into a paper bag while you pull out your purse to put 300 pesos on the table. The man hands you the bag and picks up the money, thanking you and wishing you a great day as you walk away, returning the wishes.

You continue your journey down the street, watching the people around you looking at all the goods, talking, laughing, just having a great time. Just as you decided its time to head home, an orange sundress catches your eye in the window of a small boutique. You enter the small shop, sighing on relief at the cool air inside. You’re happy that you’re finally able to catch a break from the heat outside.

You walk around the store, searching for he dress you just saw. As you’re walking around, a polite looking woman with long brown hair approaches you.

„ Estás buscando algo específico?“, she asks.

„Are you searching for something specific?“

„Sí, vi un vestido naranjo quando pasé pro la tienda“, you say, telling the woman what youre searching for. She smiles knowingly, telling you to wait right there and she walks over to a clothing rack with sundresses. You watch her searching for the right size and pulling out one of the orange dresses.

„Yes, i saw an orange dress as i walked past the store.“

She comes back to you, handing you the clothing item. You tell her you’re going to try it on and so you make your way over to where the changing rooms are, entering one of them. After putting down all your stuff. You take off the clothes your currently wearing and slip into the dress. It look stunning on you, the orange color complimenting your sunkissed skin, you turn around, getting a good look form all sides and you quite literally fell in love. The fabric feels so light and cool on your skin, its amazing.

You admire yourself in the mirror for a few more moments before taking it off and putting your own clothes back on. You make your way over to the checkout where you meet the same lady who helped you earlier.

„Todo bien?“

„Everything okay?“

„Sí, es un vestido muy bonito, me encanta el color y como se siente en el piel“, you answer, smilin at the woman.

„Yes, the dres is very pretty, i love the color and the way the fabric feels on the skin.“

She smiles back at you, agreeing with what you just said. You hand her the money after she told you the price and packed the dress into a small bag, giving it to you and wishing you a nice day. You wish her the same and exit the small boutique, finally making your way home.

You reach your shared apartment and unlock the door, walking inside and puttin down the groceries to take off your shoes. Toru comes walking out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet, water dripping down on his bare chest.

„ You got everything you needed?“ he asks, walking over to you to cup your face and plant a kiss on your forehead, a drop of water falling down on it.

You wipe your forehead with a smile on you face, „yes, its in the bags over there and i also found a really pretty sundress for later. It matches your orange button up shirt.“

Tooru listens to you telling him about your day, while carrying all the things you bought into the small kitchen and putting them where they belong. You take a seat on one of the barstools placed around the cooking island and watch your husband folding the paper bags and putting them into a small basket on the floor where all the other bags you use for shopping are. You see the muscles of his arms and shoulders move and admire his beautiful, soft features making his side profile almost perfect.

He really just looks like an angel. You still cannot believe a man like him calls himself your husband. Never in your life have you been happier than with him. Tooru Oikawa, the literal love your life.

Tooru only leaves your sundress lying on the counter and turns back to you.

„I like the color, im sure you look absolutely breathtaking in that“, he says, his words making you blush, „ but you should stop sitting around and start getting ready, we have to leave in around 30 minutes or we‘ll be late, my love.“

You agree with him, grab the piece of clothing lying n front of you and make your way over to the bathroom, while your husband goes to your shared bedroom to finish getting ready, too.

He’s standing in front of the mirror, buckling his belt as you enter the room, all freshened up, fresh deodorant and some perfume making you smell like flowers. Tooru turns around and his eyes widen the moment he sees you in that orange sundress. He looks at you for a good moment before opening his mouth and closing it a second later, not knowing what to say. He just admires you in awe and you can see his chocolate brown eyes sparkle with love.

You grin at him, and walk over to where hes standing, wrapping your arms around his neck and a planting a kiss on his lips.

„You look absolutely beautiful“, he whispers before kissing you once more.

„You too“, you whisper back to your husband.

He’s wearing the orange button up shirt you mentioned earlier with a pair of cream colored dress pants and brown shoes. His hair is a little messy, pulled into a loose side part like always and his cologn smells fresh with a hint of sea breeze. He looks almost angelic in the already slightly orange rays of sunlight seeping through the big window. You pull him tight, hugging him while nuzzling your face into the crooks his neck. Oikawa does the same, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, holding you in this position for a moment that feels like forever. A moment you wish for to never end but as quickly as it started, it ends, as Tooru pulls away, kissing you on the cheek.

„Amor, i would love to hold you like that for forever but we really need to leave now.“

He wraps his arms around you one more time, whispering a faint I love you before pulling away completely. A wave of disappointment rushes through your mind but you remind yourself that he‘s right. You grab a pair of open, white heels from the closet right next to you and quickly put them on before following your husband into the hallway, out of the apartment and out the house, to the car.

By the time you arrive at Iwaizumis house, he owns for vacation purpose only, everyone is already sitting in their designated place outside in the garden that belongs to the building. It’s a beautful setting. The grass looks green and there’s a lot of flowers an other colorful plants. Theres a big pool in the middle of the garden, with white tiles around it.

The two of you walk into the backyard, joining the other guests at the little sitting area. Hajime approaches you, a big smile on his face. He bumps fists with oikawa, greeting him, asking how hes been and they start talking. After a few minutes of catching up on each others lives, the black haired man turns to you.

„ Hey y/n, you look good. How are you doing?“

„ Thank you Iwa, you look nice too. I‘m good, thanks, what about you?“

„Yea its alright, I‘m glad its finally summer break. Has been a tough season.“

„ You got a lot of injuries this season, huh?“, Oikawa joins in on the conversation.

„Yea more than usual its insane, but whatever, Im glad nothing really bad happened so far“, Iwazumi says.

Youand your husband both nod n agreement and IWaizumi changes the topic, telling you to take a seat since the food hes been cooking is almost ready.

You take a seat next to your old friend Hanamaki, the other seijoh boys back from Highschool being present, too. The evening kind of scurries away, you had a delicious dinner and now everyone’s just talking, music is playing and youre watching he boys laugh and goof around, like they have always done it. Oikawa is silently sitting next to you, watching you from the side as you turn to him.

„What?“, you whisper.

„Nothing“, he smiles softly, his eyes glistening in the lights hanging above your heads, „youre just so beautiful.“

You blush at his comment. The music currently playing fades out and a new, very familiar song starts playing. A woman starts speaking in Spanish and you immeditely recognize it as kali Uchi‘s song la Luna enamorada. Your song. The song you danced to on your wedding.

La venganza es dulce, ¿sabes?

Muy dulce

Oikawa grabs your hand asking you to dance. He pulls you out of you seat and onto the grass. He wraps his arms around your waist and you put your arms around his neck, swaying to the slow music. You dance away and oikawa sings along.

La noche y tú

Vive la Luna enamorada

He hums along, slowly dancing with you and you feel happier than ever, dancing with your husband, the man you love, to your favourite song in a warm, beautiful summer night. Life really feels like a ream right now.

You lokeach other in the eyes, Tooru kissing you, as the song slowly fades away. Pulling out of your daydream. You follow him back to your seat, letting the evening fade away…

#oikawa x yn #oikawa hcs #oikawa scenarios #oikawa tooru #oikawa x y/n #oikawa tōru #oikawa x you #hq oikawa #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #iwaizumi hajime

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atsukashii · 3 years

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part seven | ❝the one oikawa does gods work❞

➛ in your defence, when you had come across an advert for a roommate from someone named tooru oikawa, you thought it was a girl. but you decide that living with oikawa won’t be a problem, his super hot roommate though? yeah, that’s definitely going to fuck your life up.

» paring : hajime iwaizumi x f! reader

» genre : college au, fluff

» word count : 2.5 k

» warning : eeeeekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeyeyeyeyeyeye i'm so happy to be up to this part - no warnings btw

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If you were to ask, Iwaizumi’s brain feels like its been put through a blender on pulse mode then cooked on a skillet.

He’s worn out, dejected, pissed, guilty and confused- resulting in him having the attitude of a ‘grade A+ douche bag’, according to those who have been the subject of Iwaizumi's foul glares and even fouler language.

However, you were to ask his friends how Iwaizumi really was, they’d say three words with knowing grins on their faces.

He’s in denial.

Iwaizumi had watched you walk out of the apartment only yesterday. Words biting at the tip of his tongue as he watched your retreating figure. To say what? To tell you to stay? Even though he hadn’t figured out how to untangle his complicated feelings about you? Because he had many. He loved that you called him out on his shit, he loved that you weren’t afraid of him ever. But he hated that you put others before yourself all the fucking time. He wants to grab you by the shoulders and shake you to be more selfish. Maybe, you walking away before he could make an utter fool of himself had been selfish, but also was a mercy on his behalf. Because he hadn’t known what was going to come out of his mouth.

All he knows, is that he’s supposed to be studying but all he’s accomplished in the past three hours that he’s been cramped at his desk, is a ton of fuck all as his brain wanders to you. It seems that lately it always goes straight to you.

Loud enough to make Iwaizumi flinch, the door to his room opens in such a flamboyant way that the intruder can only be one person. And as he glances towards the interloper, sure enough, in the doorway stands Oikawa with a volleyball in one hand, and a megaphone in the other. Where the hell did he get that?

“If you’re here to piss me off I'm not listening. I need to study, I've got my anatomy final in two days.” Iwaizumi barks, glaring at his friend as if to just dare him to continue. Deep down there’s a bit of guilt behind that glare due to Tooru being the one to solely face the brunt of Iwaizumi’s crappy attitude recently. But his friend would just look at him completely unperplexed and say something obnoxiously annoying as if it was completely normal.

Like now, Tooru gasps as if Iwaizumi had said something so heinous it had offended him. “Not listening? And to me? Well that’s just too bad Iwa, I have come with purpose.”

“Put a pin in that purpose for the next forty-eight hours and then come back to me Shitty-Kawa.” Iwaizumi grumbles, ignoring his friend and turning back to his papers. To what, actually try to study? He knows that’s not going to happen, but its a better option than facing the unyielding look his friend is giving him.

There’s only a second of silence before an impact to the back of his head has Iwaizumi bowing forwards over his desk. His head throbs from the strike which wasn’t gentle. It was fucking hard. With a growl he spins back to Oikawa, seeing the volleyball rolling towards his bed out of the corner of his eye. Iwaizumi's going to kill him.

Tooru just blinks at his friend with a blank expression as he holds the megaphone to his mouth. “Can you hear me now shit for brains?” Oikawa’s voice is amplified tenfold, the words so loud that it actually hurts and has Iwaizumi springing to his feet.

“Put that away Shitty-Kawa before I ram it up your ass.” Iwaizumi barks back, trying to not reach out and snatch it from his friend's hand and return the favour.

But his friend is completely unphased by Iwaizumi’s obvious discontent. “Kinky, but not my type.” Oikawa says, finally pulling away from the megaphone. “But I need you to listen to me, because it's important.”

“What is it about?” Iwaizumi somehow gains the courage to ask, deciding to lean back against his desk. Because judging by the conviction in his friend's gaze and his seeming determination to get through to him - he may need it.

“A certain roommate of ours that is too precious for this world and is the sweetest creature on this earth, only second to me.” is all Oikawa has to say before Iwaizumi’s brows tug back into a frown and your broken sobs echo in his ears.

“No.”

Oikawa’s protest is momentarily cut off by the chiming resonating from Iwaizumi’s desk. Neither of them look towards it though, refusing to break their stare off, because they both know who it is. And it isn’t the girl in question.

He’d been struggling to explain to Alisa why he was being so standoffish, and she deserved a proper explanation, but Iwaizumi had been scrambling over loose ends trying to find one. She was a nice girl, but had high expectations of him, especially when it came to texting, which he didn’t understand. He doesn’t have his phone on him all the time, and texting anyone every second of the day was exhausting. At first, he’d gotten a thrill every time Alisa’s name lit up his screen, but lately that thrill morphed into yearning to see some stupid meme that you had found and thought he’d like instead. He would have told you it was shit even as he smiled at it. Somewhere along the way, the excitement had dispersed and now all that remained was a longing for something else. For someone else to be reaching out to him instead. When he thought about it too much, a small bubble of annoyance would rise inside him at the wedge that had come between him and you, and sometimes he would blame that on Alisa. But he knew it wasn’t her fault, it was his and yours. The girl's only blame was that she liked a guy who held the heart of one of his best friends.

Because when it came to you, Iwaizumi still didn’t quite know what to make of his feelings. When you’d first moved in, he’d got to know the fun, kind and sweet side of you. Which was then quickly chased by the fact you enjoyed calling them out on their shit when they forgot to flush the toilet or failed to clean up after themselves when they knew they should. Then he met Alisa, and at first he hadn’t thought all that much of her, but she was cute and radiated positivity that made her just grow on him and before he knew it, he had someone that wasn’t a girlfriend but could be more than a friend if he pursued her? But since you had spilled your heart out to him in the middle of a thunderstorm, it’s thrown Iwaizumi’s heart for a loop around the fucking universe. He didn’t know what to do, or what to say, or what to even make of his own feelings but he has an inkling that Oikawa’s about to make him think about them.

“Is that the wicked witch of the west? Give her my regards,” Tooru grumbles and yeah there’s no way he’s texting her that, so instead he ignores Oikawa’s blatantly obvious dislike for her and crosses his arms.

“I don’t want to talk about that either.”

“Oh goodie, well I do. In fact, I want to know how you claim to be so smart, but still fail to see that you’re in love with Y/n.” You’re in love with Y/n.

For a moment, Iwaizumi feels as if his whole being is in limbo, his chest no longer moving and his lungs scream as they come to a stop. He knows he can be a bit oblivious sometimes, but surely enough he hasn’t been this oblivious to his own feelings for a prolonged period of time.

“I don’t love her,” He manages to respond, but as his words fall from his mouth, they're pathetically unconvincing to his own ears. And judging by his friend's smug grin, Oikawa’s not convinced in the slightest either.

“No? So you make all your friends breakfast every morning for months?” Tooru suddenly interrogates and Iwaizumi’s heart jumps inside his chest at the image of your half asleep smile you would give him when he would put a plate of food in front of you.

“Thanks Iwa,”

“No,” He admits, pushing away from his desk and letting his feet pace tracks on the wooden floor.

“So you also wait for your friends after their classes just to walk them to their next one, or randomly buy them donuts when you know they’re stressed and because they have an unhealthy obsession with them.” Did you ever notice that the donuts you always tried to sneak past them were always full in the cupboard above the kettle? He doubted you ever questioned it. But that was just a nice thing to do right?

He’d seen the way your face lit up when you’d popped them into your shopping basket one of the first times you’d ever gone grocery shopping together. Sure he’d given you copious amounts of shit for it until you’d called him the Grinch who stole joy, then he’d simply smiled and let it go. And since then, he always checked if they were running low and had stocked them up, just to see you do a little happy dance as you opened the cupboard to get them when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“Oikawa…” Iwaizumi grumbles, pinching his eyes as his chest heaves with every new word that comes out of Tooru’s mouth.

“Of course, because I've seen you drive to all of your friends' doctors appointments because you don’t want them catching the bus, and even leave the cinema in the middle of a movie after you go with them to a horror movie you’ve been dying to see all year because they’re scared.” He didn’t know why you’d agreed to go with him, seeing as you were more of a chicken for those things than Oikawa was. But you’d gone in with your head held high, and had been shaking in your seat for an hour before Iwaizumi had become genuinely concerned you were going to cry, and had told you he was bored and asked if you wanted to go to the arcade instead.

You’d argued with him, promising that you would finish it, but he’d just grabbed your hand and yanked you out of the cinema and to the arcade in the same complex. He’d held your hand every step of the way, telling you he didn’t want to lose you in the crowd, but the mall had been pretty empty. In reality, he hated the fact you were shaking, even if it was from a movie, so he didn’t let go until you’d dragged him over to an air hockey table with the triumphant declaration to win.

“Ready to get your ass kicked Iwa,” The mischievous glint in your eyes had his heart rate kicking up instantly, and the feral grin on your face every time he snipped back had any tension leaving his shoulders.

With every moment, his brain continues to pull up loose thread after thread, until he’s pulling at nothing and the truth is staring at him right in the face. He just has to say it. “But I,” his words cut off as his brain reels. Yeah sure he thought you were stunning in such a simplistic way that it made everything else around you warm and bright simply because you were there. And yeah your laugh is cute and hilarious, but the way you scrunch your face up when he jokes that you need to cut back off ramen and eat more veggies, it’s fucking adorable as shit. The feeling of his heart being yanked in multiple directions finally settled until it thunders so loudly inside his chest that it echoes in his ears. And that’s how he knows he’s sure.

He loves you.

“You are officially a moron Iwa.” And that he’s that too.

“Holy shit.” Are the only words that he can manage to get out without spilling every single piece of his feelings to someone who doesn’t want to hear them. No, there’s someone else who needs them more.

“And my work here is done. Now I believe I have fulfilled my duties as fairy-god-bff so now I’m going to go and watch some reruns whilst you grovel.” Oikawa shrugs simply, heading for the door as if he hadn’t just caused Iwaizumi to have the single greatest revelation of his adult life. Whipping back to Tooru, to say what he’s not sure, he hesitates as his friend lingers in the door with his volleyball and megaphone back in his hands. “She’s staying at Kenma’s house tonight by the way, just thought you should know.” Oikawa finishes, giving a half assed wave over his shoulder as he leaves Iwaizumi to his thoughts. But he can’t take his eyes off the open doorway, and can’t shake the apprehensive feeling that his whole life awaits him outside that door.

Because you’re waiting for him. And god fucking forbid he’s going to let you get away now.

Within seconds, Iwaizumi sprinting out the front door, completely tuning out Oikawa’s exasperated voice which he doesn’t understand until he’s unlocking his car and realises he's got no shoes on. He doesn’t hesitate to get into the car, and kick it into gear before pulling away from the curb like a bat out of hell.

The drive to Kenma’s not far, but a buzzing of his phone on his dash has him cursing before answering it on Bluetooth.

“Iwaizumi?” Alisa’s pleasant voice floods his car and he immediately feels guilty about doing what he’s about to do over the phone.

“Alisa hey... Look I'm sorry for being so stand-offish recently I've just been trying to sort out some stuff,” he begins to explain but a tired sigh through the speakers has him stopping.

“It’s that girl isn’t it.” Alisa’s words shock him still, and Iwaizumi grips the steering wheel tighter for good measure as he takes a corner a little too fast. The most shocking part though is that she doesn’t sound angry, which would have been a perfectly warranted response. “You’re roommate, Y/n right?”

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi can’t stop the smile that tugs across his face at your name. As if that was the response he was always meant to have, a weight slips off his chest and he feels as if he can finally breathe easier. “Look, she’s-” how could he explain you to her in a way that didn’t seem like he was rubbing it in her face? He wasn’t sure there was one, so instead he settled on an apology, because Alisa was a kind girl, and deserved one for his shitty behaviour. “I’m so sorry Alisa.”

There’s another gentle sigh and for a moment Iwaizumi thinks she may have hung up on him. But then she speaks. “It’s okay. You really love her, don’t you?”

“I really fucking do.” and he meant it with every cell in his body. And now? It was time to prove it.

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virtubri · 3 years

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MATCHING OUTFITS WITH IWAIZUMI

a/n;; so um i bought the key necklace to match my seeing stone necklace & ty anon for requesting mwah mwah <3

so oikawa planned a little gathering for the seijoh team because it has been a long time and everyone wants to catch up with the others

and you thought it would be a good idea if you and haji do some time of matching outfit & this was an excuse to do more shopping...

the feeling you were going for was something like "we're an unbeatable force, so fuck off."

you and haji both decided that black and white would be the shades you would use since they are simple and easy to match

Haji and you went your separate ways to look for your desired outfits

after about an hour or so, Haji facetimed you to show you what he had chosen and to seek confirmation that you liked it.

He had chosen a leather jacket, white dress shirt, and black jeans

While you chose a black leather dress, with a white turtleneck under it

and you two were set! even as you were paying, the clerk complimented you two on your fashion taste

bonus:: when you two were at the place where you met up with the team you and haji radiated a power couple (haji in leather jacket?! )

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arhvste · 4 years

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IWAIZUMI HAIJIME - PROMISES

- summary - in which you reminisce on all the previous journeys and pit stops you’ve made prior to the current journey you’re on where you’re sat in the passenger seat in your husbands luxury car - fluff - x f reader

- an - for @zumisace , look after yourself for me and keep doing well in your classes i know you can pull through and make iwa proud too !! <3

“I’ll turn on the seat warmers, just give me a sec.”

Iwaizumi closed the door after you climbed into the passenger seat of his matte black Mercedes-Benz G-class ensuring you had managed to sit down comfortably before securing it shut. Seconds later you were joined in the vehicle by your husband as he fasted the seatbelt before starting the engine and pressing a few controls to ignite a heat from under the leather of the seats.

“So, work was good today?”

You were the leader of the PR team for MSBY, the same team your husband just so happened to be taking responsibility for regarding their athletics training. The two of you arrived at the stadium together every morning and separated upon the entrance of the spacious stadium where he’d make his way down to the gym and you’d retreat to the offices where you’d watch over the team from behind the scenes.

“Mhm, we’re gonna be going over some points for them to discuss in upcoming interviews. Right now, all eyes are on Hinata, we want to make sure he takes advantage of this and gets a good impression across straight away to hopefully garner support immediately.”

Iwaizumi hummed and gave a quick nod before tilting his head back and moving one arm to the back of your headrest as he reversed the car out of the private garage built discreetly under the stadium which was strictly reserved for staff and players of the team. You’d never get over how attractive your husband's casual gesture was, but the feeling of his soft breath against your neck and the way his musky natural scent that you found comfort in would reach your senses made your heart flutter every time he did it.

Successfully swinging the car out of it’s space, Iwaizumi brought his arm back and left it resting on your thigh, the other hand gripping the black wheel as he stepped on the acceleration and pulled the heavy car out of the garage to the small security station where the officer patrolling gave the two of you a firm nod and smile and lifted the gates for you to speed out onto the main roads.

The city lights of Tokyo drowned out the natural light of the stars above but you didn’t mind. After the two of you had lived in Miyagi for so long, the bright and fluorescent lights were a nice change of scenery after spending years under the clear night skies littered with the glittering stars above. Yourself and your husband were familiar with the rural scenery but that didn’t mean you didn’t like the busy and full environment you now lived in.

You’d both come a long way since moving to Tokyo. Previously being based in the Miyagi prefecture and studying at Aoba Johsai, that was your first pit stop as a pair on the way to bright futures.

Being third years with both academic, social and sports parts of your lives were a lot to juggle all at once but you’d both somehow managed. Sure, there was a slight set-back after your boyfriend and his team couldn’t make it to nationals for their final year but that wasn’t going to stop either of you working towards your long term goals as you both knew there were bigger opportunities than nationals that were yet to come.

The next leg of your journey was college. After graduation the two of you felt a big weight had been lifted off of your shoulders as you clung and cried to each other with nothing but pride and admiration for each other. You’d both made it to the end of the compulsory education part of your lives and were ready to write the next chapters. This chapter however, had two parts as Iwaizumi had accepted an offer a college out in California had given him and you had decided to study out in Tokyo where you’d be joined by other briefly familiar players such as Semi Eita and Konoha Akinori whom you’d had very vague introductions to in the past. Iwiazumi had debated with himself for countless nights regarding his offer and whether or not he should take it. It didn’t make things any easier for him knowing that Oikawa was leaving out to Argentina like he’d always planned to pursue his own dream; after all, that boy had the whole world waiting for him and he wasn’t one to leave people hanging.

Despite being adamant about wanting to at least weigh out the pros and cons of going and staying, you finally convinced him that he had a haul of opportunities just waiting to be taken by him in California and you’d promised him that no matter what he picked to do, the love and pride you felt for him would never falter. In return, he promised you that he’d do his absolute best and come back to you with a greater knowledge of the career path he wanted to take and a solid plan of the future he wanted with you.

You smiled softly thinking back to the streaming tears down his flushed face as he pulled and interlocked your pinky finger with his and gave it one last secure squeeze before the speakers announced his terminal gates were open and all passengers would make their way to the boarding line immediately.

It was safe to say that 5 years later and you had both kept your promises in place. The love and pride for him never did once falter despite the long distance between you both and the frustratingly short facetime calls and conversations. You strongly believed in the saying ‘distance makes the heart grow fonder’ and you decided this had been proved as the second Iwaizumi strode out of the return gates and locked eyes with you, the love you had felt for him had suddenly multiplied by a huge sum and you felt an overwhelming sense of pride just looking at him. He had grown even more handsome if that was possible, sharp features more defined, muscles filled out more, taller in height and his skin slightly more tanned as a result of being under the Californian sun over time. He looked more radiant too, the glow in his eyes and the bright smile that wiped over his face when he saw you. That was the second you knew he’d kept his promise to you too.

The two chapters of your years apart had finally closed and the next leg of your journey was one you’d take together again. Iwaizumi was set on making his career out in Tokyo where you had decided you’d be based yourself. Upon his return, he was offered several job offers and interviews at various companies and a handful of professional teams.

It was MSBY’s offer that caught his eye and his judgment only tipped furter in their favour when he remembered that MSBY was the team you were currently working for as a PR team member. Iwaizumi didn’t tell you about the offer, neither did he tell you about the interview and how well it had gone. You were too occupied with your own work and apartment hunting after you had brought up the idea of moving closer into the heart of the city with him to which he agreed immediately. It was only 2 weeks since your boyfriend’s return until you noticed an excitement stirring during the teams training session. Curiosity got the best of you and you wandered down to the large gym where the players were talking excitedly among themselves and Bokuto’s infectious laughter rang through the air.

“Bokuto, what’s Miya done now I swear if he’s-”

There stood your smirking boyfriend, arms crossed over his broad chest and MSBY coaches shirt clung to his frame.

“Glad to be working with you.”

You sputtered and didn’t bother hiding the shock on your face as your mouth gaped open and you tried to form a coherent sentence but had no luck.

“Sorry I didn’t tell you, I wanted to surprise you so… surprise?”

“Asshole!” you ran up to him and he caught you with ease as the players watched the scene unfold in front of them. Bokuto’s excitement radiating off the walls as Atsumu childishly made gagging noises despite Kiyoomi’s disapproving glare aimed towards him.

From then on, life was made easy for the pair of you. All the time lost from when you were separated between colleges, made up with now working and living together. After a week of being official colleagues, Iwaizumi had found a suitable and comfortable apartment for the two of you to move into. It was a little pricey but it was expected since it was located in the centre of the city and besides, the two of you were receiving a very generous income from the jobs you both worked as MSBY were a V-League and highly sought after team with a constant flow of income in all departments.

That was the next stop in your journey together. Moving in.

Life with Iwaizumi was already great but you treasured the first few real feelings of domesticity with him. You found yourself falling for him all over again after signing the papers to legally own the place together, pack up all your old things from your apartment where he had been staying with you until you both found a place suited to your requirements. Moving in officially with him was something you had always dreamed of but never had any clear ideas on how it would become a reality but here you were standing in the new living room of your luxury apartment with the love of your life.

You’d never forget the proud smile he gave you after you’d finally unpacked everything and had your limbs tangled together on the couch.

“I told you I’d keep my promise.”

“I never said you wouldn’t.”

“Fair point.”

That was what life with Iwaizumi felt like. Fulfilled promised.

The next promise he made was when he got down on one knee after a year of living back in Japan and a year of living with you.

“Look, you know I’m no good with this sappy kind of shit but I’ll try for you. Y/N L/N, you’ve been the light at the end of the tunnel for me for as long as I can remember and now look, you’ve helped me reach the end and I’m finally the man I wanted to be, I hope I’m the man you wanted or at least hoped for me to be too. I always held that promise I made to you years ago at the back of my mind and I have every intention of delivering it to you. I want you in my life for the rest of it and I can only pray you’d allow me in yours too so, Y/N, would you do me the honor of sharing the last name Iwaizumi with me?”

Just like that, this man had single-handedly stolen your heart again and you couldn’t stop the happy stream of tears from flooding your vision as you could only nod and choke out a yes before throwing yourself into his arms.

The next pit stop of your journey forward was none other than your own wedding. Nothing over the top since neither of you found yourselves dreaming of an extravagant wedding but your wedding was nothing less than a fairy tale. Old classmates, family and players from other teams from your highschool days attended and congratulated the two of you for finally reuniting and making things official. Oikawa made sure he was back for his best friends wedding and caused a scene as expected, tears of joy pooling in his eyes everytime he looked at the happy couple and his best man speech filled to the brim of old stories and mentions of how happy and proud he was of his best friend to have found himself and the love of his life so early on in his years.

The soft lights and background music created a dreamlike atmosphere as the two of you swayed to your own beat, your arms wrapped around his neck as his were secured around your waist. The soft glint in his eyes held nothing but the purest form of love for you as he continued to allow himself to get lost in your own eyes filled with the same admiration. An unspoken promise.

To love each other and stick together throughout the rest of your life.

Just like every other promise, that one was kept too. It had brought you to the present day and time. You and your husband driving home together after a long day of work. The soft city lights gradually became more scarce as the flashbacks of your memories together caught up to the present time.

Iwaizumi pulled into the private garage and parked the car straight into the usual parking space that was reserved for the two of you.

Stopping the engine, your husband gave your thigh a light squeeze to let you know you were home just in case you’d dozed off on the way back. You turned your head to face Iwaizumi and offered him a small smile.

“You were quiet on the way back, tired?”

Shaking your head you laced your fingers into the fingers of the hand Iwaizumi had left resting on your thigh.

“Nah just thinking.”

“About what?” He raised an eyebrow.

“You, us, how far we’ve come.”

A soft silence washed over the two of you as Iwaizumi looked away for a moment as if he was having his own flashbacks. Giving your hand a squeeze with his larger and calloused one he turned back to face you and grinned.

“You’re damn right we’ve come far I told you, you were always my light at the end of the tunnel, it’s all thanks to you we’re where we are today.”

You laughed and shook your head before resting the side of your head on the dashboard, eyes still meeting his.

“We’re a team Hajime, always have been, always will be.”

Grin never leaving his face, Iwaizumi leant down and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, the warmth of his lips lingering on your skin after he moved back up.

He knew the two of you had relied and made promises to each other, but he meant it when he said that it was you that had brought you both to the point you were currently at. He wouldn’t have had anyone in particular to look forward to returning to and building a life with if he didn’t have you. You made him want to work hard and do his best and it was thanks to you that he felt like he could say in confidence he had worked hard for everything he had today and that included the matching rings on your wedding fingers.

“So,” He began after a few moments.

“What would you think about maybe expanding our little team then?”

A smirk played at your lips before you leaned up and gave him a knowing look.

“I think the more team players, the better.”

Laughing, Iwaizumi opened his door and walked round the front of the car to open your own door and lift you out as he always did. Taking your hand into his own, he walked beside you back up to your apartment ready to fulfill yet another promise and prepare for the next part of your journey together.

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