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eita semi, hajime iwaizumi, keiji akaashi and kiyoomi sakusa

eita semi

⭑ dates with semi are just vibing !!!

⭑ ideal date would probably be just to peruse around a record shop discus your fave albums and songs

⭑ coffee break after shopping and you’d take cute pictures with your sweet treats and your silly trinkets

⭑ i think peoples posts with their snacks and their sonny angels or calico critters or smiskis are so cute

⭑ he’d repost it on his story if you posted your date with your trinkets on insta !!!

⭑ song on story is from the album you bought too !!

⭑ n then you’d go home n listen to whatever album you bought at the record shop and just chat while holding hands and being silly <3

hajime iwaizumi

⭑ proud filo iwa believer !!!!!!!

⭑ he’d take you out to get filipino food !!! loves eating his childhood favorites with you <3

⭑ he’d let you eat the last piece of lumpia 🙏

⭑ i see him wanting to take a walk around a local park either in a comfortable silence as you just enjoy the others company or just mindlessly chatting about each others days

⭑ he makes sure you get home safe !! asks you to text him when you get home and then responds with how much fun he’s had today with you <3

keiji akaashi

⭑ bookstore frequenter !!!!!!

⭑ if you’re not a reader he gets it!! he’ll prolly ask if you find certain books interesting and get them and read them and let you know if he liked it

⭑ definitely reads out his favorite books to you if you’d allow it !!!!

⭑ per bookstore date tradition you always get coffee and a snack to fuel you for your walk around the bookstore !!!

⭑ very relaxing, feels like it’s just the two of you there, which it probably is but… what more could a man ask for !!? books, coffee and his lovely partner !!

kiyoomi sakusa

⭑ locking pinkies > hand holding

⭑ or at least it’s like that to sakusa !!

⭑ this would be like at least once a month type of date !!

⭑ you both wake up early enough for you to go the farmers market and pick yo stuff to make lunch or dinner together!!!

⭑ very domestic and cute <3

⭑ sakusa likes the farmers market because he likes knowing where his food comes from and supporting local businesses !!!

⭑ it’s okay if you can’t cook, he’ll help even if it turns into him doing most of the work, he’s making a meal with you and fits for the both of you !!! it’s made with love <3

⭑ short but i think it’s cute !!! i was struck with inspiration at practice and was madly typing at my phone during my water break !!

⭑ sorry for the inactivity!!! i will find a healthy balance soon i just needed to get into the groove of school and figure out when i have downtime to wire <3

⭑ might do a pt.2 of this just lmk who you want in it !!!

A/N: I saw this earlier today and Iwa-chan first popped into my mind. Have fun reading lol.

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Genre: fluff

You’re just doing the dishes on a normal Tuesday afternoon, when your phone rings.

Setting aside the plate you were just scrubbing down, you dry your hands with the kitchen towel on the counter before grabbing your vibrating phone.

You don’t recognize the number that’s calling you, so you frown in confusion before swiping your lock screen to answer it.

“Hello, this is (Y/N) speaking.“

“Good afternoon, am I speaking to the spouse of Lieutenant Iwaizumi Hajime?“

You feel your heart drop in your stomach, already fearing the worst: death, accident, arrest, murder, sudden enlistment,…

You gulp down with a heavy heart and answer back.

“Y-Yes, this is them.“

“Hello this is Captain Shimazaki speaking. I am calling to inform you that your spouse Lieutenant Iwaizumi Hajime came into work with a bruise on his neck. Actually multiple dark bruises along his neck.” He stops to cough awkwardly. “Although he looked pretty satisfied and happy this morning, please move your love marks down, so they can’t be seen when in uniform.“

You can feel your face heat up a thousand degrees, utterly embarrassed and wishing to sink 500 feet into the ground to disappear.

“U-Uhm s-sure, I will remember that for next time.“

For next time? Could you have worded that any worse?

“Appreciate it. Have a good day.“

“You as well, goodbye.“

You hang up simultaneously and put your phone down on the counter, leaning both hands on the cool graphite stone to actually process what just happened.

Too much distracted in your thoughts, you don’t even hear the front door unlock.

“Hey baby, I am home.“ Iwaizumi loudly greets you as he steps inside your shared home.

Taking his shoes off and putting them neatly by the door, he waits for your greeting back but receives nothing.

He saw your car in the driveway, so you have to be home.

“(Y/N)?“ The brunette calls out again, this time a little bit louder.

His rough voice finally snaps you out of your trance and you turn to look at him and the first thing you notice are the scattered hickeys along his neck.

Iwaizumi‘s face melts into concern, as he takes in your face. You look like you‘ve seen a ghost because your eyes widen in horror as you stare at your husband.

“Babe, what's wrong? You are as pale as a sheet of paper.“ With deep worry in his voice, he quickly approaches you and puts his warm hands around your face to grasp it gently.

“Uhm.“ You don’t know how to start this conversation.

“Well, your uh… I guess your boss called me earlier, basically saying I should tone it down a notch with uh… my marks on you.“

Iwaizumi takes a few seconds after hearing your words and all of sudden he bursts out laughing.

Slightly jumping at his sudden reaction, you are now even more confused.

“Gosh, this day keeps getting better and better. First I got to make love to my beautiful partner last night and this morning and then had a great day at work and now you’re telling me that you’re the one who should calm down with your marks on me?“ He keeps on laughing and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pushing you against the counter.

He leans in and slightly growls in your ear.

“Good thing they can’t see all those markings I left on you last night.“

Something hard starts to press against your stomach.

“Hajime, you can’t be serious.“

You can feel him pressing rough kisses against your neck, occasionally giving you bites and licks that make you swoon and melt on the spot.

“Come on, mark me up some more. Want to show everyone how sexy and seductive my drop dead gorgeous spouse can be.“

You give in and let him carry you bridal style to your bedroom, both of you leaving marks on each other and both of you so exhausted that Iwaizumi and you call in sick for the next day.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno

In honor of Iwa-chan‘s birthday today, a small os for my bestie @rukia-uchiha-98 ❤️

Warnings: mentions of blood

You’re already in a bad mood when your friend drags you to a volleyball game that your school is having.

Aoba Johsai against Karasuno.

Now, if it were an actual match, you‘d understand her hype a lot more but the thing is, she really wants to watch that smug bastard Oikawa play.

Neither you or your friend knows anything about volleyball though, it’s just an excuse to watch pretty sweaty high school boys play ball and run around.

Pulling you by your uniform to some free places along the side of the gym hall, you and your friend sit down.

As soon as your friend spots the Captain of Aoba Johsai, she squeals in excitement and shakes you a little bit by the shoulders.

Letting her do what she wants, you just sit there with an annoyed expression and wait for her to calm down.

In the beginning, you watch the ball going to your team‘s field and the opponent‘s field but after a while, you get bored, so you fish your phone out of your hand.

Swiping through your homescreen, you open your Pinterest app to look at some more Satoru Gojo fanart to distract yourself.

All of sudden, your friend next to you screams out your name and she ducks to the side.

Before you can even react, an extremely heavy force lands on your face, making you see a white light for the moment.

Only a few seconds later, a vastly pain spreads through your face.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God (Y/N) are you okay?!“ A shrieking voice rings in your ear.

You barely acknowledge your friend‘s voice, as you hold on to your nose with your hands, when you felt a warm wetness against your hands.

Slowly pulling your hands back, you see blood covering your hands.

Due to your huge shock, your feel a lot of tissue papers being shoved into your face, covering half of it.

„Owwww….“ you mumble out.

„(Y/N)! SPEAK TO ME! WHAT YEAR IS IT?!“

„2012 and stop screaming in my ear, I am right next to you. Oh gosh this hurts so bad.“

„Oh sorry… let’s go to the nurse‘s office, maybe she can give you some ice.“

With both of you heading out to the gym to the school nurse‘s office, you hear a voice shouting behind you.

„HEY WAIT!“

Both turning around, you see a muscular guy in his Aoba Johsai uniform running towards you with the number „4“ on the front of his shirt.

His dark brown hair is slightly spiked up, it reminds you a little bit of a cute hedgehog.

The sweat is slightly running down on his face, his cheeks red from probably running after you.

His face shows deep concern and big regret and you can guess from his guilty face that he was the one that slammed the volleyball into your face.

Your friend is just as much as in shock like you, surprised that the Wing Spiker followed the two of you.

„Are you… are you okay?“ He pants when he stands in front of you.

„I uh… I am okay… just in pain…“ You retort.

„(Y/N) I will leave you be, since Iwaizumi is here, text me later what the nurse says.“ Your friend farewells you with a smirk on her face.

As you and the volleyball player stare after your friend, you mentally curse her for her devious smirk.

When the brunette turns around to look back at you, he frantically starts apologizing.

„I am really sorry, I-I uh…-“ You gently interrupt him.

„It’s not your fault that the ball flew in my direction, unless of course you did that on purpose, then I will slam a ball into your face.“ You threaten with a dangerous tone in your voice.

He looks even more horrified at the thought of him doing it on purpose.

„No! I swear! I tried receiving the ball from the opponent and it bounced off and flew with an incredible amount of speed into your direction.“ He mutters with a redness on his cheeks.

You hum at his explanation.

„We‘ll just blame physics then.“ You try to smile beneath the bloodied tissues, getting into the nurse‘s office.

The handsome looking stranger mirrors your smile, follows you into the room after making sure you’re okay with it because he still feels bad for your probably broken nose.

After the nurse has checked out your nose, she confirms that it is indeed broken and tells you to go to the hospital to have it checked out. She did give you some pain medication and a cold compress to hold against your nose. Luckily your nose stopped bleeding.

Both of you exiting the office, you notice you don’t even know his name, so you ask for it.

„Call me Hajime.“

„What a beautiful name. I‘ll see you around Hajime. Thank you for accompanying me.“

„Goodbye (Y/N), I‘ll see you around.“ Iwaizumi blushes a bit around his cheeks, the tips of his ears gushing red as well.

You part your ways, with you heading home and Iwaizumi back to the gym.

With a small smile, Iwaizumi walks back to the gym, a tumbling feeling settling in his stomach, like his heart is making more jumps than usual.

When he reaches the locker room, he sees his teammates almost done with changing into their school uniforms.

Hanamaki notices Iwaizumi first when he walks in.

„So? Got her number?“ The Outside Hitter asks intrigued.

Iwaizumi frowns at that.

„What?“

„We saw you running after that girl like a headless chicken, don’t try to deny it, we followed you until you both went inside the nurse‘s office.“ Matsukawa explains.

„You guys have nothing better to do than spy on my personal life?“

„Nope.“ They all say in sync.

„Iwa-chan, can I be the best man at your wedding and tell your future wife that you still collect Godzilla merch like a 10 year old geek?“

Iwaizumi throws a bottle from the bench at Oikawa, who barely dodges it.

The rest of the team laughs at their banter, happy that Iwaizumi may have found someone special in his life.

@nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert

''All I Want Is You'' - Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

A/N: During a hot summer day, this idea came to me while I almost suffered a heat stroke at the public pool.

Warnings: cursing

It is boiling hot in Miyagi, no doubt the middle of July not doing any favor to the volleyball team of Aoba Johsai. Training has been canceled due to the extreme heat and the teenagers are extremely bored, not a clue on what to do to kill some time.

Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Iwaizumi and some other members are sitting in the shade of a tree, trying to protect themselves from direct sunlight. The only person that is missing is currently their Captain, Oikawa.

„Ugh, it’s so hoooot.’’ Hanamaki groans in annoyance.

„What made you think that?’’ Matsukawa snorts as he fans himself with his English textbook.

Most of them have taken off parts of their uniform, only leaving them in their dress shirts and a lot of them have loosened ties.

Iwaizumi has his sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, wondering where his best friend is lounging around.

All of sudden, their misery was interrupted when Oikawa came jogging to them with a large grin on his face that screams trouble.

Standing in front of his teammates, he looks at them with excitement.

„Fellas, I know now what we can do to cool off!’’ The brunette proudly announces.

The team looks at him in annoyance but still waits for him to go on.

„A little birdie told me that the swim team is currently away in Tokyo for competition week, so that means the pool is unoccupied.’’

Iwaizumi looks incredibly skeptical and frowns at his best friend.

„Did someone shit in your brain? It’s off limits for non-club members, if someone catches us, we’ll probably get suspended.’’ The brunette warns him.

„Actually, I am in, even if it means I just get to dip my legs in the water for 10 minutes.’’ Hanamaki agrees with Oikawa.

The Ace is even more shocked now.

Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Yahaba and Watari all get up, ready to follow Oikawa to the pool.

Iwaizumi remains seated, not wanting to get in trouble with his teammates.

„Come on, Iwa-chan, live a little and come with us.’’ Oikawa tries to persuade him to come with them.

„No thank you.’’ He declines and makes his way to the school building.

„Just for fifteen minutes at least, come on Iwaizumi. Just 15 minutes and then we will leave.’’ Yahaba tries.

Iwaizumi ponders for a few moments, actually reconsidering his decision.

After a few seconds, he sighs and turns to the direction of his team.

„Fine. Just fifteen minutes and then we will leave. If someone catches us, I am going to hunt every single one of you down and choke you in your sleep.’’

Oikawa cheers, not being intimidated by his threat.

„Don’t worry Iwa-chan, I promise no one will be there. After all, the swim team is gone for the week, no one will be there.’’ Oikawa promises him.

Still, Iwaizumi can’t help but think this is a bad idea.

When they reach the gate of the pool, they look around, double checking no one is there and tries to open the door, only to find out it’s locked.

„God damnit!’’ Hanamaki curses.

„Well, it looks like the universe is trying to tell us something. I am going back.’’ The dark-haired brunette with the spiky hair bluntly states, beginning to turn around and walk back when Yahaba grabs a hold of him.

„Not so fast.’’

When the Wing Spiker turns around again to see Watari beginning to pick at the lock with some instruments he has grabbed from his bag, he widens his eyes at his classmate’s ability to pick locks, watching him as he highly focuses on getting the lock to open up.

After hearing a loud ‘click’ the gate unlocks and Watari proudly steps aside to push the door open with a smirk.

„Where… where did you learn how to do that?’’ Matsukawa asks in a mix between shock and awe.

„I was bored one night and couldn’t sleep, so I watched a YouTube tutorial on how to pick different kinds of locks.’’

Almost like wild dogs, everyone except Iwaizumi begins to run to the pool, taking off their dress shirts and pants to jump into the water.

Multiple people doing jumps cause a big splash of water to land on Iwaizumi and his uniform, almost drenching him to his underwear.

Closing his eyes to try and calm down, he reopens his eyes to watch a bunch of 18 year olds turn into five-year olds.

„Hajime, the water feels amazing! Come and join us.’’ Yahaba floats in the water like a log, looking like he is in bliss.

Sighing in defeat, Iwaizumi rolls up his uniform pants and sits on the edge of the pool to dip his legs in the pool water.

As soon as the cold water consumes up to his knees, he can feel the refreshing cold relaxing his muscles and the Wing Spiker leans his arms behind his back and feels himself relax.

The feeling is indescribable. He can feel his whole body cool off, the heat of the sun now barely noticeable.

It seems like time barely passed because Watari looks at his phone for the time and tells the group it’s already been fifteen minutes.

The boys all look at each other and it’s like they share the same thought of agreeing to stay longer.

„Let’s play Chicken Fight! Maki get on Matsun’s shoulders, Iwa-chan come on mine!’’ The Setter suggests with a gleam in his eyes.

„Chicken wars? What are you? 12?’’ Yahaba laughs.

„I am not getting on your shoulders Crappykawa, first, I don’t trust you, second, I played this last time I was 8 years old.’’ Iwaizumi declines.

Oikawa pouts at his best friend’s answer, turning to Yahaba again.

„Shigeru come on, don’t be a sissy.’’

Yahaba’s eye twitches in annoyance, nonetheless, he accepts the challenge.

„You’re on, captain.’’

Iwaizumi watches his friends with a small smile, happy that they can enjoy their time together before they graduate next year in spring and part their ways to different life paths. Some might stay in Japan, others like Iwaizumi are planning on traveling to the United States for becoming an athletic trainer.

„What the hell do you think you guys are doing?’’ A stern voice interrupts the fun of the rowdy teens.

All freeze, slowly turning around to the voice that cut in on their fun.

It is a girl, around their age, wearing the Aoba Johsai uniform, but she is missing her blazer.

The boys can’t help but gawk in amazement at the beauty queen standing in the sun, glaring at them while tapping her foot in annoyance.

„I locked that gate for a reason, you know. This pool is the property of the Aoba Johsai swim team only. Not for the volleyball team to cool off in or anyone else.’’

Oikawa finds his voice first.

„Well you see cutie-’’ You immediately interrupt him, your gaze gaining more stern.

„Don’t. Call me that.’’

„I give you all 30 seconds to get out of there before I kick your asses out of here myself.’’

As soon as you say those words, the rest of the team scrambles out of the water so fast that you don’t have to say it a second time thankfully.

You watch as they quickly get dressed again, not being fazed by their muscular bodies that glisten in the sunlight from the water.

Running past you, they quickly apologize, just leaving you and Iwaizumi now.

As Iwaizumi is about to walk past you, you say something that makes him stop next to you.

„Out of the bunch of you, I thought you‘d be the most rational person in this group and I admired you for that. Guess I was wrong.“

Taking a deep breath, Iwaizumi continues to walk his path, feeling guilty for breaking the gate open and probably causing you trouble.

He doesn’t see any of his team members, they probably scrambled away like startled cats.

Making his way home, the Wing Spiker can’t help but keep thinking about the words you said to him.

For some reason, he can’t help but think you look familiar. He has seen that beautiful face once or twice but he can’t figure out where.

You never told them your name but you were wearing the school uniform.

As Iwaizumi lays in bed that night, he makes it his priority to find you tomorrow and apologize properly to you, even if it means apologizing for his team as well.

The next morning, Iwaizumi gets to school earlier than usual, waiting by the closed gates in front of the school.

Extremely tired, he leans against the gate, waiting for students to show up. It’s barely light outside, the sun just showing its first rays of the day.

The sky does look beautiful though with just a hint of orange and red showing up on the horizon beneath the woods.

About thirty minutes later, more and more students show up but Iwaizumi doesn't spot you among them.

Finally giving up and not wanting to be late to morning practice, the dark brunette walks to the gym.

During three-on-three matches, the Wing Spiker can barely focus, messing up receives, slamming the volleyball into the net more times than he can count.

“What’s up with you today? It looks like you’re playing volleyball for the first time.” Kindaichi says to the Ace.

“I don’t know, something keeps bothering me but I can’t pinpoint it exactly.”

Having listened to their conversation, Hanamaki makes his appearance, swiping his sweat off his face with a towel.

“Sounds to me like you’re feeling guilty Hajime. Is this about the girl from yesterday?”

“Girl? What girl?” Kindaichi frowns in confusion.

“We broke into the swim club’s pool yesterday for cooling off and the manager that stayed behind caught and scolded us.” Matsukawa laughs.

Iwaizumi stays quiet, pondering if he should try again to look for you and apologize on his and his team’s behalf.

All of sudden, he feels a heavy arm wrap around his neck, startling him.

“Awwww Iwa-chan is in looooooove.” Oikawa taunts him.

Elbowing the Caption in the stomach, the Setter groans in pain, immediately letting go of him.

After morning practice is over, the third-years make their way to the classes, talking among themselves and laughing together.

Iwaizumi is walking next to Yahaba in the back, about to enter the classroom, when he sees a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye that halts his steps.

It was you.

You are putting a paper up against the poster board in the hallway, having a neutral look on your face as you put pins in the corner of the paper.

“Hajime, you coming? Maths is about to start.” Yahaba interrupts.

“Yeah… I… uh… I will be right in.” Iwaizumi says distractedly, making his way over you.

Yahaba shrugs, making his way to his seat.

The heart of the Wing Spiker begins to beat rapidly, he can feel his hands starting to sweat, his stomach doing somersaults, the closer he gets to you.

Last night, he practiced what he wanted to say to you, so this should be no problem.

Until it is.

As soon as he is close enough, his throat gets dry and his mind is blank.

What did he want to do again?

Fuck.

Sensing that Iwaizumi is standing there, not getting a word out with a face so red, you’d think his head is about to pop off.

Raising your eyebrow in confusion, you wait for him to say something but he stutters incomprehensible words out of his mouth, not being able to form proper sentences.

“You okay? You having a stroke?” You ask.

Iwaizumi has to calm down, before he actually gets one from all the stress his body is going through at this moment.

Clearing his throat, he finally finds his words.

“Listen. I am sorry about me and my team’s behavior yesterday. It was wrong of us to break into the pool, I hope you didn’t get into trouble.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, looking deep into his eyes, thinking if he actually means his apology or not.

His dark green eyes show certainty though, regret reflects among it.

“Alright. I forgive you. Thank you for having the courage and maturity to apologize personally to me. And I am sorry too. For indirectly calling you immature.”

Iwaizumi smiles at your apology and you can feel your heart skip a beat.

That smile really suits him, better than the frown he usually carries on his handsome face.

“May I ask for your name?” Iwaizumi rubs his hand against his neck. A small blush spread across his cheeks.

Giggling at his nervousness, you introduce yourself.

“My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). Class 3-C.”

In return, Iwaizumi introduces himself as well.

“Iwaizumi Hajime, pleasure to meet you (Y/N).”

Oikawa watches the scene behind the door frame, happy that his best friend managed to find you and has the courage to talk to you.

Nonetheless, he has to have fun poking the bear with a stick every now and then.

‘’You know (Y/N)-chan, Iwa-chan here has a weak spot for cute, nerdy girls that work for the swim team and would LOVE to have your number.’’

‘’SHITTYKAWA!’’

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @darthferbert

A/N: I am sorry it’s so short, I am working on two more things currently but I am working so much in my job, I barely have the energy to continue the long OS I currently have in my draft. Enjoy some yakuza!Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi Hajime is currently doing pull ups on a bar in a dark gym, close to Seijoh‘s headquarters.

Grunting with effort, he pulls himself up on last time, jumping to the ground when he let go of the bar.

The different colored tattoos shine with sweat on Iwaizumi’s chest.

The white and turquoise dragon starts from his left pectoral muscles, the whole scaled body wrapping itself around his upper arm to his elbow.

Each unique tattoo of the Wakagashira shows part of being in the yakuza of Seijoh.

But there’s one tattoo that the brunette didn’t get to show off his status in the yakuza.

It’s the initials of his significant other, resting on the inside of his left wrist.

It’s 100% the most meaning one for the young man.

None of the members besides Oikawa, the Kumicho of Seijoh know about you, Iwaizumi‘s pretty girlfriend.

Swiping his sweat off of his face and chest with a big towel, he doesn’t hear you come in.

"Working out again? Did Oikawa let you do the dirty work again?" You tease him from the front door.

He laughs before he turns to look at you.

"Doesn’t matter what Shittykawa does, it‘ll piss me off nonetheless."

Laughing along with him, you get closer to your lover.

The closer you get, the more Iwaizumi eyes you up and down like a predator.

Tracing your finger around his shoulder, you take very slow steps around him, rounding him.

Following the art lines of the black and white koi fish on his strong back, you see goosebumps forming on his skin.

Smiling at his reaction, you lean up a bit and wrap your arms around his neck from the side.

"So, you have some energy left for cardio?" You whisper in his ear.

Eyeing you with his dark green eyes from the side, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you into an tight embrace, resting his tattooed knuckles on your thighs.

Lifting you up without any effort on his part, the brunette gives his all in an inviting kiss, doing cardio for a good two more hours.

Various yakuza!Haikyuu!!Character x Reader

Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader

Tōru Oikawa x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

Osamu Miya x Reader

Rintarō Suna x Reader Part 1

Rintarō Suna x Reader Part 2

Shinsuke Kita x Reader Part 1

Shinsuke Kita x Reader Part 2

Shūgo Meian x Reader

Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, mentions of sex

Having Oikawa as a temporary roommate doesn’t sound too bad at first.

Unless you’re dating his best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi.

Both you and Iwaizumi have been high school sweethearts, now dating officially for almost 8 years.

While your boyfriend, actually fiancé now, is working as an athletic trainer for the national Japanese volleyball team, you work as a pharmacist in the local hospital.

When Iwaizumi came home after a work-out one night, he had an annoyed expression on his face when he entered your apartment.

Pausing your actions on making dinner, you know that face already.

"What?"

Iwaizumi sighs, drops his gym bag and walks over to you with an exhausted expression.

"Those shitheads are really getting on my last nerves. Thought I lost them all already back in high school with Oikawa." The brunette hugs you from behind and can feel himself relax when he smells the familiar smell of your pineapple and coconut shampoo.

Which reminds you.

Oikawa texted you yesterday, asking if he can stay at your place for a week while he is training with his Argentinian team at the Ajinomoto National Training Center.

And the Setter knows the former Outside Hitter all too well, knowing 100% already that Iwaizumi would just leave him on read when he reads Oikawa’s message about staying at your guys’ place.

Which is why Oikawa asked you instead, knowing you’re Iwaizumi‘s kryptonite.

And Iwaizumi can never say no to you.

"Say love, don’t be mad at me."

The bliss on Iwaizumi’s face disappears and he turns you around to look at you with a frown on his face.

"What did you do?"

"Uhm… you know how much I love you? Your muscles certainly got a LOT bigger-" Tracing his firm pegs with your finger, you start to get distracted.

"Don’t try and sweet talk your way out of this. Just tell me." He gives you that look.

"Oikawa is coming to visit Japan and he needs a place to stay."

"And?"

You look at him with pleading eyes and he realizes immediately.

With big eyes, he steps away from you and the realization turns into deep annoyance.

Iwaizumi turns around to walk to your shared bathroom, he can’t deal with this right now.

"So does that mean you’re okay with it?" You call after him.

The only reply you hear, is a frustrating scream coming from the shower after a while.

"Eh, he’ll be fine." You mutter as you turn around to finish dinner.

The next day, Oikawa arrives bright and early at your front door, thankfully you’re both already awake, due to Iwaizumi’s early morning jog routine and you having the opening shift of the pharmacy.

A storm of the ringing doorbell makes the athletic trainer walk towards the door, and when Iwaizumi opens it, Oikawa jumps to hug Iwaizumi.

Not seeing in coming, Iwaizumi falls to the ground with a loud grunt, impacted by Oikawa’s weight.

"Get off of me you stupid idiot!" He pushes Oikawa off and can feel himself breathe again.

"But Iwa-chaaaaaaaan! I missed you dearly! Is this the way to greet your best friend who you haven’t seen in 4 years??" Oikawa pouts and when this chocolate brown eyes find yours, he yells your name out excitedly and runs towards you with alarming speed.

"My beautiful future best-friend-in-law looks gorgeous as always!" The giant Setter hugs you tight.

Giggling at his enthusiastic hug, you return it.

"It’s nice to have you here Tōru." You smile at him, parting from Oikawa.

"Come on, Shittykawa, let’s go on a seven mile run, like I do every morning."

The Setter pales like a ghost at that.

"But- I just got here and you’re already making me run? You can treat those mediocre third class athletes at the gym like that but not me, your best friend who just traveled half the globe to see you!" Oikawa tries to make an excuse but it doesn’t sit well with Iwaizumi.

"I am dead serious. Get your Argentinian ass outside, now."

Huffing in defeat, the brunette joins his best friend.

Now, originally Oikawa only meant to stay for a week, but one week turned into two and now the stay is reaching the third week.

In the beginning, it was only a stay because of training but now the practice time is over and before the real game starts, the coaches gave them two weeks off additionally.

You have the patience of a saint, really, while Iwaizumi feels each day his patience getting thinner and thinner. You can’t blame your partner, since he sees him at work AND at home.

The worst part for Iwaizumi is, he can’t have sex with you, because whenever he tries to seduce you or vice versa, the Setter seems to have a hidden talent on knowing when the two of you want some alone time.

On the couch, in the kitchen, the bathroom, you can’t even have alone time in your own bedroom because Oikawa is bursting in your bedroom every night, complaining and gossiping about every. single. player. while laying in the middle between you and Iwaizumi.

But now, even your patience begins to run out, your sexual frustration beginning to eat you alive.

So on a Tuesday night, you and Iwaizumi want to go out on a date, hopefully stopping by a hotel afterwards to relieve some of that tension. Or all of it.

And Oikawa wants to tag along, not wanting to be left alone in the apartment by himself, while the athletic trainer is trying to hint at his best friend that he wants to have sex with you.

"Why can’t I come with you?" The Setter whines.

"Because (Y/N) and I are going out tonight, we want some privacy to ourselves, because you couldn’t give us any for the last damn three weeks."

Oikawa nods.

"Just the two of us."

He nods again.

"Alone." Iwaizumi feels like speaking to a four year old.

"Alright, no problem, I’ll try to hit up Matsun or Maki." Oikawa whistles while making himself comfortable on the couch again, texting his former teammates.

Iwaizumi feels his anger rising abruptly, about to snap his neck and before you have to clean up a crime scene, you push your lover out of the apartment before an accidental murder happens.

In the end, you and Iwaizumi don’t even make it to dinner because you teased him during the ride, caressing his thigh up and down.

You don’t come back to the apartment for another two days, missing thousands of messages from Oikawa, enjoying each others bodies like you did the first time you got intimate.

花吐き病 - Part 1 – The Beginnings of Cherry Blossom

- Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

- Masterlist

- Warnings: Angst, minor character death, swearing,

- Summary: Iwaizumi and Oikawa had been your friends since childhood. Sure you had feelings for Iwa-chan, but they wouldn't be the death of you, right?

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I'm not her. I wish I were, maybe then it wouldn't be so painful.

The sky was grey, overcast, and dreary as you stared across the courtyard. You saw some of your friends huddled under the bike shed to avoid the rain, but you were already caught right in the middle of the downpour. It was cold, a chill running through you as you trudged towards the entrance of your school, white shirt almost completely transparent now. This is exactly what you needed on your first day of senior year.

"Oi y/n, you're gonna get sick." He said throwing his jacket over your shaking shoulders and pulling you under his umbrella. "You're an idiot, you know that right?" You nodded silently. Words were always hard when it came to him. You dared to look up at him, his eyes cold and jaw tight. You thought he was mad until a smirk crawled across his face. "Enjoying the view?" You flushed, darting your eyes back to the ground while he chuckled softly above you. His hand guided you forwards as your legs grew still next to him. “Hurry it or I’ll leave you out here in the rain.” He barked out, causing you to rush to be beside him again. He was warm and smelled of cinnamon and birthday cake. All your friends would snicker whenever you said something like that, but it was true to you, the only way to describe Iwaizumi correctly, as abstract as it was. His hair was dark like the bark of an oak tree, hands calloused but firm against your back, pushing you ever forwards. You had kissed him once at a party in middle school. His lips were soft, movements strong at first before the boys started to poke fun at the two of you. He grew hesitant and eventually pulled away, leaving you stunned and flustered. It was a stupid dare he said as he wiped his mouth and smiled at the boys, but to you it meant everything. He tasted of sunlight and summer; a warm, buzzing feeling spreading through your chest, intoxicating you. Now you know, that was when it took root.

Iwaizumi ushered you to the nurse’s office, telling her you had been caught in the dreadful rain and she took you in without hesitation. Iwaizumi left with a silent nod in your direction as the nurse instructed you to undress and swap into some dry clothes, she had some spare and laid them on the bed for you before pulling the curtains shut. You did as you were told, undressing, and handing her your wet clothes. His jacket hung loosely across the back of the chair you had placed it on, but you enjoyed it being there. Iwaizumi always looked after you, and had done so ever since your mother passed three years ago, but he was a good friend to you even before all that. Your father had told you about your mother’s death over dinner, rather callously, saying that she had not been strong enough to survive the operation. You excused yourself from the table and ran all the way to Iwaizumi's house without shedding a single tear. His father opened the door, welcoming you in with a smile and shouting for Iwaizumi to come down and say hello. You silently followed him up the stairs, the news hadn’t reached them yet, so he was absentmindedly mumbling about some new move he learnt at practise that day. He kicked his bedroom door open and motioned for you to sit down. His room was messy, clothes scattered around the floor and dirty plates stacked on his desk. He caught your eyes and pulled you into his chest. “What’s wrong? You’re not okay.” That’s when you broke down, allowing yourself to finally cry for your loss. You felt all that pain, and he was right there with you through it all.

“Hey? You okay darling?” You blinked, not realising you’d been staring at the jacket.

“Y-yeah, just cold.” The nurse nodded and closed the curtain again to give you your privacy back while she went to turn up the radiator. You pulled the scratchy grey jumper over your head and shimmied into the black skirt she’d left on the bed for you before finally putting his jacket back on your shoulders. It was warm, Iwaizumi had brought it when you two went shopping a year ago, saying he looked like a shoujo-romance-manga-guy. You’d scoffed at the time, but you couldn’t help the fluttering of your heart. Your chest was aching as you watched him observe himself in the changing room mirrors, seeing him fix his hair and smile stupidly at his reflection. He was beaming when you shot him a weak smile back, exclaiming that this was the jacket he was gonna buy. You’d tried to remind him that it was more than he had said he’d wanted to spend but he dismissed you by saying that if you liked it, it was worth the extra money.

“Thank you for the spare uniform, I’m gonna head to class now. I’ll be back for my clothes at the end of the day if they’re not dry beforehand.”

“Okay darling, just be careful now, and don’t go back out into the rain without an umbrella!” She was smiling at you, but her tone was laced with worry as you rushed out of the little office.

The class had begun as you pulled back the door.

“Nice to finally see you today.”

“Sorry I’m late-“

“Miss, Iwa-chan did tell you that he took y/n to the nurse’s office.” Oikawa said as he waved at you. You smiled softly at him, and the teacher muttered something about rudeness or tardiness. You took no mind as you rushed to your seat beside the setter.

“So, see-through shirt trick hey?” He nudged you with his elbow and you flicked his forehead.

“More like I didn’t look at the weather forecast and left my umbrella and coat at home today. No trick. I don’t even think there is a trick that would get him to notice me.” You dropped your head onto your desk and heard a sigh leave the boy next to you.

“You never know until you try!” His sing-song lilt always annoyed the hell out of you.

“I can’t even speak to him, let alone pull off flirting with him.” You sneered back as Oikawa chuckled softly beside you.

“Well, you better figure it out fast. I hear she’s gonna confess to him today under the cherry blossom tree in the school garden.” The emphasis was apparent, and the word dripped with disdain as it left his lips. Oikawa hated Aoi almost as much as you did, but the two of you seemed to be the only one’s immune to her charms – sadly, that included Iwaizumi.

“It’s only a rumour, so you may be lucky. But I wouldn’t count on it sadly.” You lifted your head to meet his gaze. He was staring at you so intently, looking for any sign of distress in your face, but he didn’t find any. You were good at hiding your feelings.

“Good for her, I just hope she’s good to him.” You forced a smile, sitting up and finally paying attention to the teacher and the grammar lesson she was attempting to teach.

Oikawa continued to try to get your attention all morning, but you ignored him, opting to throw yourself into boring lesson after boring lesson, pretending to be okay with the idea of Iwaizumi falling for anyone but you. Your chest ached, lungs burnt, but you just pushed all the pain down and faked a smile, answering any questions thrown your way easily. He threw paper at you; pens poked your sides making you yelp and have to fake sneezes to cover the sounds.

“Fucking stop it Toru.”

“Oh, first name? I must be in trouble.” He smirked, throwing more paper your way while the teacher’s back was turned.

“You are. I’m so gonna kill you for this.”

“Then admit you’re upset.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m not upset. Iwa-chan isn’t mine to be possessive over.” Your chest ached at this admission, your body reacting to the idea of losing something that was never quite yours to begin with. Oikawa raised his eyebrow at you quizzically.

“That’s such a lie.”

“No, it’s not. He is free to date whoever he wants.” Your chest didn’t seem to agree, the tightness growing and your lungs burning. “And so am I.” You beamed at the setter, seemingly unfazed but he didn’t buy it.

“Like you would date anyone else.”

“I could!”

“Could not.”

“Could so!”

“Could-“ There was a loud bang as the board eraser collided with Oikawa’s shoulder, covering you both in a cloud of chalk dust. You recoiled, spluttering, and gasping for air.

“If you two are quite finished arguing in my lesson!” The teacher shouted. Oikawa protested for a moment, before the threat of another eraser being thrown at his head this time shut him up for good. Finally, some peace and quiet before lunch.

Oikawa’s girls had always hated you, but now they were easily planning your death, figuring out how to make it look like an accident. He had followed you at the start of lunch like a lost puppy. You headed to your usual area bento in hand, towards the bench beside the volleyball gym, and when you went to sit down he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap. That’s how you ended up like this, with Iwaizumi looking very uncomfortable sitting next to you two.

“So, this is new.”

“Oh, this? Nah, you just never see this side of y/n.” Oikawa teased, wiggling his eyebrows as he placed his hands on your hips. You yelped and glared at the brunette underneath you.

“O-Oikawa…” You stuttered out, obviously uncomfortable with the whole situation. You turned to look at him, your face red and body shaking softly.

“Aww y/n! Don’t be like that! You love sitting on my lap, don’t you? You love it when we’re alone at least.” Oikawa purred into your ear, but obviously loud enough for Iwaizumi to hear.

“Okay shitty-kawa, leave the poor girl alone.” He said, wrapping his hand around your arm and pulling you off of the brunette and onto the bench beside him.

“Aw, you’re such a buzz kill.” Oikawa poked his tongue out, pulling his eyelid as well and Iwaizumi just rolled his eyes.

“Shut up dipshit.” He said laughing softly. It was a nice noise.

“You would think after ten years of us, she’d get bored you know?”

“Oh yeah, all your other girls ran off within a few months max.” Oikawa threw a bit of his omelette at Iwaizumi, narrowly missing his friend. They shared a laugh across you, the sounds already calming you.

“You’d think you’d stop getting handsy with y/n after she so obviously turned you down last year.” Iwaizumi teased.

“Hey! She didn’t turn me down. We agreed we would be better as friends – mutually!” Oikawa pouted as you stifled a giggle. Iwaizumi glanced down at you, a smile spreading across his face when he saw you fully relaxed again. This was how you loved spending time with the two of them, just joking around and having fun. It wasn’t long before you were all separated again and had to rush off to class for the afternoon. But soon you’d be able to watch them practise after school like always, and that was the highlight of your day.

He was late. Iwaizumi was never late, but here it was 20 minutes into practice, and he wasn’t there. You had checked the changing rooms, running field, even his classrooms, but he wasn’t anywhere. You walked slowly back to the gym through the gardens, thinking about calling him, when you heard it.

“I like you. I like like you, Iwaizumi.” Silence. You hid behind the stone wall in the garden, just out of sight of the pair.

“Aoi I-“

“You don’t need to answer me now, just tell me there’s no one else.”

“Look, I’ve told you I’m single-“

“But you haven’t told me if there’s anyone you like yet, Iwa-chan.” It sounded wrong coming from her, the nickname sickly sweet, almost heavy in your ears.

“Aoi, -“

“Tell me there’s a chance for me Iwa.” You could almost hear the pathetic fluttering of her eyelashes from your hiding place. He would never.

“There’s a chance. But I want to get to know you first, okay?”

That’s when you felt it for the first time. The clawing at the back of your throat. You rushed to the bathroom, gasping, and struggling for air as your chest tightened. Throwing open the bathroom stall you retched into the toilet bowl, eyes watering and body shivering. Then you saw them through the tears streaming down your cheeks. Cherry blossoms were lying in the toilet bowl. You coughed and spluttered, bringing up more of the pale pink petals. They fluttered momentarily, before hitting the water and settling. That’s when you knew you couldn’t ever love anyone else, and you couldn’t survive without Iwaizumi loving you back.

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花吐き病 – Flower Vomiting Disease

- Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Bodily harm, blood, angst, death, pain description, swearing,

- Summary: You knew the end was coming, had been for a while now. If only you meant as much to him as he did to you then maybe it wouldn’t end this way. If only he loved you. Or maybe, you could cut this flower out and be free of this.

- Part 1 – The Beginnings of Cherry Blossom

- Part 2 – The Clawing of Branches

- Part 3 –

- Part 4 –

- Part 5 –

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花吐き病 - Part 2 – The Clawing of Branches

- Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

- Warnings: Angst, swearing, vomiting,

- Summary: The sakura trees were coming up to bloom, and you could feel the creeping of branches throughout your chest, pulling at your lungs and winding around your heart.

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She's just so beautiful, I'd never stand a chance.

The petals stopped after a while. You were left a heaving mess, limbs bent at odd angles as you drooled into the porcelain bowl. Your eyes were glassy, refusing to focus on anything but the soft pink flowers dancing across the water’s surface. Your thoughts were muddled as you pulled yourself up, legs wobbling underneath your weight. This wasn’t normal - you mentally scolded yourself, this wasn’t just abnormal, this was unheard of. As much as you willed it to not be true, the creeping feeling that burned your chest and tore at your lungs told you that this was no dream. You replayed his words in your head over and over, tormenting yourself as you stared into the bathroom mirror. Of course he’d like her, she’s little miss perfect. Your reflection was sickening, red puffy eyes and burst blood vessels trailing up your neck. Death. That was the first word that came to mind as you traced the bruises smeared across your skin. Your gaze dropped to the jacket you’d wrapped around yourself in a desperate attempt for comfort and your chest tightened further. You played with the fraying sleeves, twisting the thread before pulling your eyes back up to the mirror, to your reflection. With shaking fingers, you turned the tap on. Cool water started pouring from the faucet as you cupped your hands beneath the stream. It was refreshing to feel the cold against your burning skin, nice to wash your mouth of the dizzying taste of petals. After a while, your skin had settled, your eyes less noticeably puffy and the tear tracks long gone after washing your face. Glancing at your watch you realised you’d been gone for an hour now, more than enough time for Oikawa to worry about you. You moved towards the door, legs still wobbling slightly.

You slowly pulled back the door to the gym, swapping your shoes over and stepping inside. The silence was deafening in a way, practise halting because you’d finally returned.

“Y/n! Where were you? Iwa-chan-“ Oikawa stopped in his tracks when he caught your eyes.

“Holy shit what happened?” He said as he rushed over to you, allowing the ball he was holding to fall to the floor aimlessly. You shrugged, trying to play it off as if everything were okay. But the second Oikawa caught sight of your bruises his face dropped.

“Who did this?” Iwaizumi was quiet, his voice barely above a whisper but the anger was almost palpable. You shook under his gaze, opting to look at Oikawa instead.

“I think I’m ill. I’ve been being sick.” The boys exchanged a look of disbelief so quickly you almost missed it. Almost.

“Well, you were in the gardens, so maybe you had an allergic reaction to something?” Your eyes widened at this, hoping Iwaizumi missed what Oikawa said, but they were so close to you that was impossible.

“You, you were in the gardens?” You swallowed, but the lump in your throat wouldn’t budge. Your mouth went dry, words failing you again.

“Yeah, she went looking for you.”

“Did-“ Iwaizumi sighed, running a hand through his hair. “- did you find me?”

Tentatively, you moved your gaze from Oikawa to Iwaizumi, eyes meeting his. You couldn’t help the tears that welled in your eyes, threatening to spill as you rushed to wipe them away.

“N-no! I…” You wiped at your eyes with the sleeves of his jacket. “I just felt sick.” His hands wrapped around your wrists, and he brought them away from your face. He was bending over slightly to be eye level with you, his face so close to yours. You could hear the whispers echoing around the gym as he stared at you. Your heart was beating so fast you swore he would be able to hear it in the silent gym. Your face flushed as he moved closer, but Oikawa placed a hand on his shoulder, and he relaxed under the brunette’s touch.

“I’ll take her home, you go ahead and finish practice without me Iwa-chan.” With one final look at you, Iwaizumi relinquished and agreed, letting go of you and stepping backwards, drawing back up to his full height. Your skin was hot where he had held you, your body reacting to his touch.

The walk home was quiet, Oikawa not wanting to push you into talking. His hand was just barely grazing yours, every so often just glancing past as if he was trying to hold you but was too scared. Every time you felt his hand against yours, you nearly grabbed him in pure desperation, just wanting these feelings for Iwaizumi to disappear. But no matter how desperate for the affection you were, how much you craved the feeling of just being loved, you knew now that you could never be his, your heart was Iwa-chan’s, and the flowers blooming in your ribcage were proof of that. You lifted your head to look at the tall brunette beside you, but he was looking off into the distance. You cleared your throat, breaking the tension between the two of you as he snapped his gaze to meet yours.

“You didn’t have to walk me home, so thank you Toru.” He smiled softly, raising a hand to ruffle your hair.

“Yes I did, you look like death. I didn’t trust that you’d make it home alone safely.” A light blush crept up his cheeks as he held your gaze. His smile dropped suddenly, and he stopped walking. You paused a few steps ahead, turning to face him.

“What did Iwa-chan mean?” He was fiddling with his fingers, a nervous habit he hadn’t shown since middle school.

“I don’t know-“

“Y/n. Please tell me.” His voice was strained, and he coughed to try and cover the wobble, but you could tell he was upset about something. He was avoiding your gaze now, eyes glued to the floor by your feet.

“When I went to the garden I…” You could feel the crawling again. Slowly at first, but soon you felt each and every branch push against your chest, curling around your heart and threading through your ribs. You struggled for breath, the petals beginning to fill your lungs again as you panicked.

“She… Aoi confessed, and Iwai…” You stopped, tears spilling from your eyes as you began gasping for breath again. You could taste it, the sickly sweet, almost perfume-like, taste of the petals clawed at your throat. You must have looked terrified because Oikawa had never moved so fast to hold you against his chest, cooing into your hair.

“It’s okay. I promise you it’s all going to be okay.” His voice was equally pained, and soon you felt what must have been his tears fall onto you.

As he held you in his arms whispering softly into your hair, as he cried for you, the flowers stopped moving. You could breathe again. The branches didn’t retreat like in the bathroom, but they loosened. Their vice-like grip lost in favour of a gentle entwining with your bones and muscles. You could feel the wood, heavy and thick, but you could breathe through it all as if the flowers had moved to allow your lungs to expand, and the petals had stopped flowering inside of you. You didn’t understand any of this, but if being held by Oikawa, at this moment right now, meant less pain then you would take it. You allowed yourself to fall into his embrace and cry. Your legs were almost too weak to support you as Oikawa wrapped his arms around you, protecting you from the outside world. He curled his body around yours, pulling you flush against his chest and burying his head into your hair as his own tears fell onto you. You remained like that for a while, allowing yourselves to cry on each other until both of you seemed to be out of tears.

“Thank you, Toru.” It was barely audible, your face buried deep in his shirt.

“You don’t need to thank me. God, I hate seeing you like this.” He replied, pulling away from you and looking into your eyes once more. His face was blotchy, skin red and pained from the tears, and his nose running. You knew you probably looked equally bad, worse even. But at that moment, you needed more, needed to feel something other than pain. So when he leant in, lips so close to yours, for once you didn’t pull away. He smiled down at you, placing a softer kiss against your forehead, and pulling away from you fully. He took your hand in his, pulling you along the street again towards your home.

The house was empty and silent, your father still at work which was usual for him. You had given Toru your keys, allowing him to open the door and invite you in as if he lived there. You smiled softly as he helped you take off your shoes and took your bag off your shoulder, placing it on the floor beside his own. He ushered you into the living room, sitting you down and fishing a blanket out of the storage cupboard for you. He turned the heating up, disappearing into the kitchen. You heard him turn the kettle on, some clinking of mugs and called out to him.

“You don’t have to do this you know…” There was no reply, he just reappeared a few minutes later with two cups of steaming coffee and some snacks tucked under his arm. He placed the cups carefully in front of you on the sofa, lazily threw the snacks on the table, pulled back the blanket around you, and sat beside you. He slung an arm around you carefully, leaning forwards to pass you the mug when you asked so nicely. His smile was back again, his eyes no longer watery and sad. Looking at you always made him smile. The evening passed quickly like this, the two of you just enjoying the other’s company and watching shit television wrapped in his arms. Then it all changed. He sat forwards, pulling his arm from around you and sitting upright.

“Are you okay?”

“Do you like me? Could you ever feel what you feel for Iwaizumi for me?” He stared at you, his gaze cold. Stunned, your mouth just opened and closed, your mind searching for an answer.

“I love you y/n. I can’t just stand here anymore and watch him hurt you. I want the world for you, I’d do anything to make you feel happy again.” You paused. Happy? When hadn’t you felt happy around Iwaizumi?

“I see you every day, pinning over him and falling even harder, but he never even notices. He just ignores you, and you deserve so much better.”

“Oikawa I don’t understand.”

“What is there to understand? I’m telling you that I love you, that I can make you feel loved.” There it was his feelings finally fully out in the open. He wasn’t being coy, trying to joke about it like last time. He was baring his all for you.

“I… I’m not sure.” You moved to stand, wrapping the blanket around yourself.

“I need some time. I think you should go. Please.” He was quiet and still for a moment, before standing.

“Please don’t play with my feelings y/n.” He was calm as he left, slipping on his shoes, and bidding you farewell. You stood in the open doorway watching him leave. But your chest didn’t tighten like it did with Iwaizumi. Your lungs didn’t burn at the thought of never kissing him again. But, somehow, he stopped your pain, made the flowers stop growing. Maybe he was your chance at life, at surviving whatever this was. Maybe he could stem the growth, at least for a little while. Maybe Oikawa could save you from the deadly love you felt for Iwaizumi.

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[01.43]

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: him taking you back to bed

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: none.

Iwaizumi's arm pats your side of the bed only to feel it cold, he slowly blinks his eyes and starts to look around the room for you without leaving the bed. His pushed his hair back with a yawn escaping his mouth. He glanced down to the floor near the bed only to find you sleeping peacefully.

He get out of the bed kneeling beside your body, placing one arm behind your shoulder and one arm under your legs and easily lift you up like nothing. Placing you back to bed and wrap an arm you and rest his chin on top you head like before.

It become routine.

You told him that you sleep walk quite a lot and that you're a heavy sleeper, you tried to give him reasons why you think it's a bad idea to move in together but he said it's fine and you finally gave in and you both move in together.

At first he woke up because he was thirsty and was shocked to find you no where in the room he thought maybe you're watching TV in the other room only to almost step on you when he walked out from the bedroom. You were sprawled like star fish on the floor near the dining table. He took a glass of water before returning to bed with you in his arm.

Couple of days later he was back to find you missing on the room only to find you sleeping on the bathtub, the couch, and the carpet. If he was wide awake he would take a picture of you and snickering at your sleeping position.

HQ boys + Obsessed with you

when they think about you... brain go brrrrr

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Kuroo carries a portrait of you, and a Polaroid picture of the both of you together around in his wallet. He breaks it out whenever he gets the chance, and often uses it to show off during business meetings. Every intern that works at his company has been shown your picture by Kuroo during orientation.

Tsukishima has your initials engraved into his sports glasses so that you’re close to him during every game. He has them engraved on every single pair that he owns.

Atsumu won’t stop talking about you during every single one of his interviews. He always finds a way to bring the topic back to you. “What are some important rituals you perform before every game, Miya-san?” “Eat a good meal, do my stretches, and get a kiss from y/n!”

Ushijima makes sure to only accept sponsors from all of your favorite brands so that he can get you free merchandise. Don’t even bother asking him why he’s in a commercial for Potato Chips when he doesn’t look like he’s touched a bag in his life. It’s because they offered to give you limited edition flavors.

Iwaizumi loved letting you borrow his clothes, bc when you returned them, they always smelled of your perfume. Iwaizumi doesn’t admit that he sends hours inhaling your scent, avoiding washing his clothes so he could be surrounded by you. But when you stopped giving his clothes back (sigh), iwaizumi resorts to keeping a bottle of your perfume in his room, and sprays it whenever he misses you

Sakusa moved in with you after one week of dating. He literally showed up once, and then never left. He’s there when you wake up, and he’s there when you go to sleep. You haven’t spent one single night apart since making it official. Sakusa tried going on a boys trip once and literally called you to pick him up from the train station just four hours in. He’s not going anywhere.

Kageyama brings items of your clothing with him to away games. Whichever he can get his hands on — a shirt, shorts, a sweater, whatever. You nearly had a heard attack when you were helping him unpack and you found underwear. It took you a few seconds to realize it was yours.

Suna got your name tattooed on him. He may have been drunk, and it may have been on a dare, but he displays this tattoo proudly. He hates when people ask “well, what if you guys break up?” as if Suna would be dumb enough to ever let that happen.

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Sexy time with Seijoh boys!

Fandom:Haikyuu Pairings:Oikawa,Iwaizumi X Fem!reader Genre:Smut Format:Drabble (its more than 100 words but still lol) Warnings:NSFW content,Ass slapping,Fingering,mentions of pet names(baby girl & princess) Word Count:0.4K

A/n:wrote smut drabbles for m'Inarizaki boys,so why not give it a try with these two? :D

Inarizaki Smut Drabble

↬Hajime Iwaizumi He's not mad at you,or that's what he told you at least; but then why was he slapping your ass so hard,lying on top of you while biting your ear lobe,enjoying the sight of you shivering with pleasure everytime his hands got close to your drooling cunt? he knew that you weren't flirting with his trainees, and he knew that you weren't trying to catch their attention on purpose,and he wasn't mad,but still… you have no right to be this gorgeous. and that was exactly what he told you before cupping your dripping pussy, smiling at your flushed salient cheeks. "whats the matter,baby girl? I havent even touched your cunt and its so wet for me already" "Haji-please,need you inside me…" your pretty voice,your pretty face,your pretty body, how could he even think about turning down the offer? Hajime Iwaizumi was not a fan of watching other peoples suffer,and you were no exception. "just say the word,darling"

↬Tooru Oikawa "T-Tooru..Mhm!" Oikawa didn't respond,he was to busy making out with your pussy to even talk to you,but he would be lying if he'd say that your quivery voice didn't turn him on.He liked it when you called his name,and what better time than when you were sitting on his face,moaning and desperately calling him by his first name,telling him how good his wild tongue felt againt your heated cunt? "let go baby,i wanna hear your pretty voice" he whispered as he got a taste of your juicy clit,gently rubbing his tongue on it to see your reaction,suddenly sucking on it without any warning whan he saw how stubborn you were,trying to hold back your voice. "Sh-shit! ah! Tooru! p-please!" "please what,princess?" he innocently looked up to meet your eyes,half open from the Euphoric feeling you were experiencing.of course he knew what you wanted,but he wasn't done with you yet. not until hes satisfied with swallowing all of your juices. you wanted to tell him how empty you felt without his pretty cock against your walls, how well he was treating you and how lucky you were to have him by your side, but all of your thoughts disappeared from your mind the minute his tongue slipped inside you. "A-ah!!"

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ok, ok, I'm back. I don't find that mbti type relevant enough and I despise tags, maybe because I have multiple personalities 🤣 instead, I will give you a quick description. Oh, and I choose Haikyuu as the fandom.

Adult girl, short, brunette, skinny with a big ass👀 I am very understanding and kind until someone really steps on my nerves. I have quite enough patience, however I multitask a lot and freak out when some things don't go according to plan.

I'm bi, if it matters, dom with women but totally sub with men (tbh, just my bf, but you get the point).

As of interests, I am a writer (started off with porn, but now I write mostly angst). I am also a photographer. I like to read, swim, watch series and well.. write. I do that way too much, never enough.

I like all animals besides birds 🙃 but my favourites are dogs and horses. I tolerate spicy food, but don't expect me not to cry while eating it. Oh, and speaking of crying, I cry SO EASILY when something touches me (be it a positive or a negative thing.)

If there's anything you need to ask, go ahead and dm me 😌

Fandom: Haikyuu

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw content cuz you're VIP

Word Count: 0.K

A/n: tysm bestie :D Here you go

I match you with...

Hajime Iwaizumi!

Ok tbh I always imagine Iwaizumi every time you talk about your boyfriend lol idkw

Oof I see a relationship between two understanding people. Iwaizumi has a HIGH common sense, and he has a high tolerance too, despite what people think of him.

:readmore:

He's not one to freak out (thankfully lol) so he would be there to calm you down by talking to you or helping you with your tasks. In the end you feel relieved cause the results are far better than expected, due to the help of your supportive boyfriend.

Lmao you a sub with men? That's nice cause I definitely see him as a top and let me tell you, he's a pro in bed🚶🏻‍♀️takes care of you like no one has ever had, and might be a little mean but it's just a teeny tiny bit and ngl it turns you on but you didn't hear this from me lol🚶🏻‍♀️

YEAH so overalls, a really fine man in bed :D I see him as the type of guy who would want to make his s/o faint from pleasure. He loves the expression you make when he drives you crazy with his cock so I contact is a must for him, which is why I think missionary is his fav position cause he gets to hit that sweet spot inside you and watch you roll your eyes back as you moan his name.

Did I mention that he's supportive? Like, A LOT. Would encourage you to do anything you want to as long as it's not harmful lmao. If it's kinda dangerous and you still insist on doing it then he's coming along, you cannot stop him.

MAN HAS THE MANLIEST VOICE EVER. Imagine him reading one of your favorite books before going to bed. He would have your head on his chest, holding the book with one hand and caressing your cheeks with the other one. If you're in for it then his hand might go to other places too🚶🏻‍♀️But it's rare cuz he just loves how you stick it to him and he gets to watch you drift to dreamland. He will slowly plant a kiss on your forehead, adoring how pretty you look when you're asleep.

He would always how his arm on your waist when you're out in public cuz mf is POSESSIVE as hell but is really good at hiding it. If anyone dares to flirt with you, he will give them a death stare and also a peace of his mind if they don't stop.

Treats his s/o like a princess. Anyone will forget about their problems once theyre out with him, and you are no exception. Would hold you and comfort you when your crying and will remain quiet, if you need him to be.

So yeah he's a gentle man, so you better not lose him🚶🏻‍♀️

Tysm for participating biscuit, and I hope you like this! :D

iwaizumi’s hand hurts.

if he’s honest, he doesn’t remember exactly what happened, it’s not much more than a blur of you—the color of your hair, the sound of your voice, your shaky fingers raising around his arm. he got angry, he wanted to punch the guy, he did punch the guy, and then he was being pulled away from the party and into his own apartment, just a few doors down.

you’d stumbled for his keys, reaching a hand into his back pocket where you knew he kept them, and he’d watched—a little pathetically holding his hand while he waited—and let you unlock the door for him.

and then you’d tugged him inside, told him to sit on his kitchen counter, and went rooting around in his freezer.

and now, his mind is still a little blurry, but you’re standing in front of him and cradling his hand in a bag of frozen peas, and you’re shaking your head at him and mumbling something that sounds an awful lot like a scolding.

and he hates that you look so pretty right now, that, when you’re being drenched in the yellow light of his apartment, when the moonlight can’t even reach you from his blinds, when your brows are creased together and you’re biting at your lip like you’re holding back things that are much worse than what you’ve already been saying (and unfortunately for him, he hasn’t really been listening to those things, so he knows he isn't making it better for himself).

but you look pretty. despite everything, despite the way you sigh when you look at him, despite the fact that you’re his best friend.

“iwa,” you say, tone a little sharp. he snaps back then, gaze finding yours, and he realizes that the way you were biting your lip before wasn’t to stop yourself from saying something worse, but to hold back a smile.

and oh, you’re awful at that.

“are you even listening to me?” you ask, and you sound upset, but then you’re smiling up at him and he isn’t ignorant to the way your fingers twine around his. if he asked, he’s sure you’d say you’re just testing to make sure they don’t hurt. he’s not sure he’d believe you now.

“no,” he replies, “no, i wasn’t.”

you roll your eyes and sigh at him, but you also bow your head towards him until your hair just barely brushes his hand, and he realizes something awful as his fingers curl towards you, as they bend to your will and as he bends to your beck and call—as he wishes to curl his fingers around the curve of your jaw and rise of your cheeks.

he likes you, in the worst, most inconvenient way, he likes you.

and at the time, he hadn’t known why he punched the guy, had only known that the way he was looking at you and the way he kept pushing you to come with him had made iwaizumi angry.

and maybe he should’ve known when you looked so pretty, should’ve known when you smiled at him and he felt the way his own lips tugged upwards in an automatic reply, should’ve known when he texted you first thing when he was out of his classes and should’ve known when he couldn’t be with someone else without thinking of you.

he’s stupid, irredeemably so, but he likes you.

“i don’t know why i try with you,” you say with another little sigh as you bring your head back up, hands still never leaving his.

(he knows it’s for the damn frozen peas, he chooses to think otherwise).

“you know,” you begin, turning his hand in your palm, watching the way bruises bloom over his knuckles. “i could’ve handled it.”

he doesn’t speak, but he raises a brow at you, a little amused smirk pressing creases into his cheeks. you meet his gaze with a little roll of your eyes.

“okay, okay, no. i wouldn’t have handled it. stop looking at me like that.” he laughs at that one, and he doesn’t miss the way you smile at him. “but you didn’t have to do it.”

“and i did it anyway.”

“but you didn’t have to.”

and iwaizumi, irredeemably stupid, irredeemably head over heels for you, knows he didn’t have to punch the guy. he knows well enough that he could’ve just told him to back off, that he’s done it before, that he could’ve dragged you away and thrown some choice words back at him.

so he shrugs, a terrible blush collecting at the tips of his ears that makes him want to press the frozen peas there instead of his throbbing hand, and just looks at you.

“i didn’t like the way he was talking to you. that’s all.”

there’s a little silence that follows his breath, and, for a moment, he’s sure that there’s something you want to say, something on the tip of your tongue that you can’t quite let escape your lips. instead of saying anything though, you look down towards his hand, trace your finger over the knuckles and drag with it the cold water that’s melted onto his hand. you press one of your fingers into the bruises and he winces, hissing a little at the pressure.

“stupid,” you mumble.

“the other guy’s worse than me,” he says, and you laugh again, a weak little thing—hardly more than a rush of breath past your lips.

“i don’t think the other guy is holding peas to his hand right now.”

“good thing i’m not either. that’s what i have you for.” you narrow your eyes at him, leaning forward to swat his arm with the back your hand, but he catches it with his left hand before you ever make contact. “and i’m pretty sure i broke his nose.”

“you definitely did,” you say, a little lighter, a little laughter mixing with the syllables.

and then there’s another bit of silence that chases after your laughter, another moment of your fingers tracing patterns against his skin, of your eyes flitting over his face like you’re looking for something that even he couldn’t find.

he likes you—too much, so much that right now, he can only think about kissing you, can only think about bringing his hand to your jaw and guiding your lips to his. he wants to kiss you as badly as he wants to breathe, wants to kiss you as badly as he wants the throbbing in his hand to stop, wants to kiss you as badly as he wants to listen to your laugh and watch the curve of your smile.

“hey-”

he doesn’t finish the sentence, because next thing he knows you’re leaning up to him, abandoning the frozen peas to instead cradle his face in your hands. they’re cold against his skin, but they’re you and you’re sweet and gentle and suddenly your lips are on his and you’re kissing him for the first time.

and he’s being surrounded by everything that’s you, the smell of your citrus shampoo and your honey perfume, the taste of your mint chapstick on his lips, the feeling of your fingertips across his cheekbones and his along his jaw.

you go to pull away and he raises his left hand to your cheek, pulling you back into him because hell if he’s going to let this end early. he feels the way you laugh into him, feels the pull of your smile against his lips and god he’s going to fall for you.

when you do pull away, when he moves so his forehead is leaned against yours, so he can feel the fanning of your breath against his skin, he hears you whisper.

“you didn’t have to punch him,” you say, and when he goes to protest, you kiss him again, just for a moment to shut him up, “but thank you anyway.”

and then you kiss him for a third time, and iwaizumi decides he’d punch as many guys as needed just to feel this again.

(he doesn’t have to, you’ll kiss him as many times as he allows).

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You Look Just Like a Dream…

… the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen

Hajime Iwaizumi x reader

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“Sometimes, I look at you and I think, ‘wow, I can’t believe you’re real,’ y’know?”

You pause, turning away from the tv to find him already gazing at you; watching you as someone who had never seen the sky would watch the sunset.

It was rare for him to say things like that, so affectionate and sweet. Iwaizumi had always been on the shyer side, the type that struggles with communicating how he truly feels. To you, it was an endearing trait, how he stumbled and fumbled, and flustered over such small little things to the point he could barely get anything to fall from his mouth.

Of course, you knew he loved you, it was something he showed you every day: periodic texts throughout the day reminding you to eat, making your favourite food on bad days, doing your laundry when you didn’t have the time, coming home with small gifts that he knew you would like. The list is endless. Iwaizumi was amazing at showing you how much he loved you… but hearing it… hearing it when you knew how hard vulnerability was for him? Fuck, it set you alight; something that should very much be considered a natural wonder of the world.

Smiling up at him from where you were nestled into his chest, you kiss the underside of his jaw before mumbling, “why thank you, baby. What brought this on?”

He sighs, closing his eyes bashfully as he lightly glides his hand up and down your spine, “I just think you’re beautiful, on the inside and out, so beautiful that it almost seems impossible” — he takes a stuttered breath, to calm himself down from the rambling — “and well beautiful people deserve to know that they’re beautiful... but only if they’re you.”

Giggling at the way his words practically tickle your heart, you quickly straddle his lap, littering soft pecks across his pretty face. He groans at the onslaught of affection, exasperated as his hands fall tight on your waist, but you can see the faint hints of a smile as you continue kissing his sun-kissed skin. You knew what he meant by that, how he felt he didn’t tell you how much he cared enough — it was a ruthless insecurity of his stemming from times where people said he was unapproachable and rude. It was a shame he felt as though he was somehow not loving enough, especially when loving was all Hajime ever was. It wasn’t his fault that his way of doing so was just unique outside of the movies.

Breaking away, slightly breathless, you stare deeply into his eyes and try your best to count all the flecks of gold as you state, “you’re beautiful too, Hajime Iwaizumi, the most prettiest, most beautifulest, most handsomest man I have ever seen.”

And it was the truth, you meant every single word. In fact, there were perhaps not enough words to describe just how perfect he was to you, never enough for you to say — although you would make sure that he would hear every last one, for the rest of your lives together. After all, you were lucky to have him by your side, even though he would deny it, claiming that the lucky one was him instead.

There was just something about him that was so irreplaceable, so utterly unique, like a work of art. He was gorgeous, there was no denying that because Hajime looked like a dream… but it was his personality that seemed as though it was formed from pure stardust; fiery, hot, and admired for all the magic it held.

Booping your nose, Iwa raises an eyebrow teasingly, “hmm, you think so? Even more handsome than Chris Evans?”

A soft smile takes over your face, so full of love — a love that you could only ever feel with the man before you. Stroking his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, you place a gentle kiss to his lips before saying, “even more handsome than Chris Evans, baby.”

There was never a competition. Iwa never had to worry about other people, even Chris Evans, because he was all you ever wanted; with his determination, cute frown, and godzilla obsession, Hajime Iwaizumi was a dream come true.

Leaning down, you kiss along his face until you reach his right ear before dramatically whispering, “though keep this between us when I say that I think you have better arms than him anyway.”

His laugh that follows is pure and sweet, the prettiest sound you have ever heard in your life. It floods your apartment, decorating every room and open space with happiness. You loved his laugh, you wish you could hear it more often.

Once he calms, Iwaizumi smiles dopily at you — mirroring your own smile you imagine — before shaking his head, “ok, baby. If Chris Evans ever asks I’ll say nothing about how you prefer my arms to his.”

“Hmm, good. Can’t have him knowing the truth, Haji. He’d be absolutely heartbroken.”

And as you watch the joy dance across his face, you cannot help but think that never have you been more in love than now, with Hajime Iwaizumi — the most beautiful, most prettiest, and most handsome man you have ever seen.

iwaizumi brainrot hours 😩

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

You didn’t think that giving a flirtatious smile to your boyfriend on your way home from a party would land you in this situation.

But here you are, with Iwaizumi’s hips slamming into your own and your palms pressed against the car window, your moans filling the small space. His shirt is partially unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck as he fucks you senseless, groans spilling out of his lips at the sight of his cock disappearing into your dripping cunt, walls soft and clenching around his length.

“Ah, shit. You’re so pretty, y/n…” his calloused hands grip your waist tightly as he continues thrusting into you at a pace that has you practically drooling. He moves one of his hands up your back, tracing between your shoulder blades and knotting his fingers into your hair, tugging it slightly.

“R-right there…” You head is spinning and you can barely form coherent thoughts, the only thing on your mind is Iwaizumi, and how his cock is hitting that one spot inside of you that sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

“You gonna cum, pretty baby?” You can hear the strain is Iwa’s voice, and you nod your head, hands curling into fists against the window as you feel your high approaching. Every inch of your body feels like it’s lit up with a vibrating electricity, and you can barely remain upright as your orgasm hits you, legs shaking and sounds of pleasure leaving your lips.

“Fuck.” You feel Iwa’s load spill inside of you as his grip on your waist tightens. Leaning over, he kisses down your back as you both catch your breath.

“Hopefully no one was walking by at this hour.” He helps you back into your dress, cradling your form and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I doubt it, Iwa.” You lean into his touch, letting out a small sigh. “Not that you care, do you?”

“Not at all. People should see themselves as lucky if they even get a glimpse of you.” Taking your hand, he assists you in getting back into the front seat, and he starts the car.

“Let’s just go home. I’m exhausted.” Your eyes flutter shut and your head rests against the window, and you can’t help the sleep that overtakes you as Iwa drives you both back home.

october 9th - thigh riding w/ toji, oliver, iwaizumi

content warnings - thigh riding, slight degradation, swearing

MDNI!

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“You know, you could at least…shit- pay attention to me a little,” you scoffed, frustration lacing your voice as you pressed yourself against his thigh. The heat radiating from his skin felt electric against yours, and you craved any friction you could get. The unrelenting coil in your stomach twisted tighter, a mix of irritation and desire simmering just beneath the surface.

Toji, completely unfazed, flipped through the channels on the TV, the bright flickering lights casting soft shadows across his face. Each change in the screen seemed to pull him further away from you, his focus unwavering and indifferent to your plight. “Maybe if you weren’t such a little bitch earlier, I would pay attention to you,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the glowing flat screen on the wall.

The sound of his voice was low and gravelly, barely breaking the rhythmic click of the remote. You whined at his response, a frustrated sound that echoed in the quiet room, but you couldn’t help yourself. You continued to grind against him, the soft fabric of your clothes brushing against his leg with desperate need within you.

Every movement sent a jolt of sensation through you, a tantalizing reminder of the tension building in your core. You could feel your arousal pooling on his thigh, an undeniable mix of embarrassment and longing. The room was filled with the faint hum of the television, but all you could focus on was the way his body felt beneath yours, solid and unyielding, yet impossibly close, teasing you with the promise of attention you so desperately craved.

“Can you really ignore me when I'm literally begging for your attention?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut in frustration. The plea hung in the air, thick with tension, but Toji remained unfazed, his casual demeanor unwavering. He shifted slightly, the movement causing your heart to race, but his gaze stayed glued to the screen, flickering images reflecting in his dark eyes. You could feel the warmth radiating from his thigh, a tantalizing contrast to the cool air of the room, and it only intensified the longing pooling deep within you.

“Begging?” he replied, his tone dripped with sarcasm, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re just making it harder for yourself.” You bit your lip, the frustration bubbling over into something more primal. The coil in your stomach tightened, sending waves of heat coursing through you. You felt the urge to reach out, to pull him into your world, to break through the wall of indifference he had built around himself. But with every passing moment, it became clearer that he relished the way you squirmed, the way you craved his attention while he acted like you were just another channel on his TV.

“Seriously?” you huffed, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with irritation and need. You opened your eyes, locking onto his profile, searching for a flicker of acknowledgment. But Toji’s focus remained unwavering, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the remote as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

You leaned in closer, shifting your weight to intensify the friction, your breath hitching as you pressed against him. “I’m not going to just sit here and let you ignore me,” you murmured, a challenge in your voice.

He finally turned his head slightly, the corner of his mouth quirking up just enough to let you know he was aware of your struggle, yet still so nonchalant. “You could try a little harder,” he teased, his voice smooth and casual, as if the entire situation was nothing more than a passing thought.

oliver aiku

“I don’t remember saying you could use your hands, slut.” Oliver smirked as he watched you struggle to ride his thigh without any support. He was enjoying this, as usual. Soft whines and moans escaped you, your eyes squeezed shut to concentrate on the rough surface of his sweatpants covered thigh.

Suddenly, a ‘click’ pierced the air. You opened your eyes to see his holding his phone in front of you, taking a picture of your demeaning position. “What are you—” you started to protest, but he cut you off with a playful grin. “What? I’m just taking a little keepsake to remember you by.” He chuckled, the sound light and teasing, before locking his phone and slipping it into his pocket. “I’ve got to keep pictures of all my girls; otherwise, I might just forget who’s who.”

With a casual shrug, he shifted his focus back to you, his hands finding their way to your hips. His grip was firm, almost possessive, as he nudged you to move again. The mixture of excitement and unease coursed through you, leaving you torn between wanting to resist and the thrill of his attention. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, a reminder of the connection that lingered between you.

“Don’t stop now,” he said, feigning disappointment and pouting in a way that was almost comical. “I’ve got a whole hour before I get to hook up with Stacy.” His words hung in the air, and as he guided you back into a rhythm, you struggled to concentrate on what he was saying. The way his sweatpants brushed against your panty-clad mound sent waves of sensation through you, making it increasingly difficult to think straight.

“Who’s S-Stacy?” you stammered, the name slipping out before you could fully process it. A mixture of curiosity and unease bubbled within you, threatening to pull your focus away from the moment. Your heart raced as you felt yourself nearing the edge of something intense, caught between the thrill of the connection you shared and the nagging thought of the girl he mentioned.

He smirked at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you. “Oh, just some girl I dm'd on Instagram. She got some new tits I wanna try out,” he replied nonchalantly, as if the casual mention of another girl didn’t send a jolt of insecurity through you. The tension in the air thickened, and you felt the dichotomy of excitement and jealousy swirling within you, making every fleeting moment even more intoxicating.

"You didn't seriously think you were the only one, did you?" he raised a brow, his tone laced with mock surprise. The playful glint in his eyes did little to ease the knot forming in your stomach. You hesitated, searching for the right words, but they eluded you. The realization hit hard, twisting your emotions into a tangled mess. “I—I didn’t know,” you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Oh, come on. It’s all part of the fun. Keeps things interesting, don’t you think?” His words dripped with a confidence that both intrigued and unsettled you. As he spoke, your mind raced, grappling with the implications of what he was saying. The thrill of the moment felt tainted by the truth of his casual nonchalance. “So, what do you want from me?” you asked, your heart pounding as you stared into his eyes, trying to gauge his intentions.

He chuckled softly, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Just a little excitement. A little distraction. Nothing too serious.” He lightly patted your hip, igniting sparks of electricity that both captivated and confused you. “Is that all I am to you?” you questioned, feeling vulnerable yet daring to challenge him.

He paused, the smirk fading slightly as he tried to find words that would sound sincere. “You’re more than just a passing moment. But let’s not complicate things. We can enjoy this for what it is.” He spoke as he forced you to move again.

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“You sure that feels good?” Iwaizumi asked, his voice low and attentive, eyes glazing over as he watched you rub against his leg. The warmth radiating from his skin felt like an inviting heat, drawing you in deeper as you sought out the friction that had you on edge. Each subtle movement sent a ripple of sensation coursing through you, blending desire with desperation, and you couldn't help but whimper softly.

You nodded, biting your lip as you leaned closer, the fabric of your clothes brushing against his. The cotton of your shirt clung to your skin, damp with a mixture of heat and anticipation. The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls, but the glow from the nearby lamp cast a soft light on his features, highlighting the intensity in his gaze. You could feel his breath, warm and steady, brushing against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

“Yeah? You like that?” he pressed, his tone shifting, a hint of teasing lacing his words. There was a spark in his eyes now, a flicker of interest that ignited something deeper within you. You could sense the shift in the atmosphere, the way tension crackled like static electricity in the air.

“More than you know,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, thick with longing. You shifted your weight, pressing your body against him more insistently, the contact igniting a fire in your belly. The heavy scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of the evening air that slipped through the window, creating a heady combination that made your pulse race.

As you continued to rock against his thigh, you felt the muscles flex beneath you, strong and unyielding, every movement echoing the desire that was building inside you. Iwaizumi's breath hitched slightly, and you caught the briefest glimpse of surprise in his eyes, as if he hadn't quite expected your boldness.

“Is that so?” he mused, his voice low and teasing, but there was an undeniable edge of curiosity laced within it. You could see the way his gaze flicked down, drinking in the sight of you, and it sent a rush of heat flooding your cheeks.

Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby

A/N: the title inspired by Cigarettes after sex’s song because I was listening to that as I wrote lol, but um, I hope you like this! I’m really bad at comforting people irl so I don’t know how I did in writing

ps: I literally have an exam week coming up, most of them being subjects I have no idea wtf we’re doing but look at me writing a comfort fic for failing exams instead of studying for them

pairing: Iwaizumi x reader

genre: fluff and comfort

warnings: one swear word?? I think?? also it’s 2.2k, first time I was able to write something this short hehe

synopsis: A failed exam had you stressed out of your mind, thank god your boyfriend is always there to pick you back up.

repost cuz tumblr went no ❤ and it didn’t show in the tags

You knew you had failed your exam when your teacher gave you that look. You knew it when they smiled softly as they placed your paper in front of you, giving you a sympathetic pat as they told you to just study for the next time.

Study for the next time. What an insult, you thought. As if you hadn’t studied for it, as if you didn’t give it your best and still failed. Your teacher didn’t seem to agree, though, when they smiled and walked past you, not giving it a second thought as they walked away.

Some of your friends came to you to check and compare your grades or to see if you did any of the questions right that they had wrong. Well, you hadn’t. Feeling the urge to cry surfacing on your mask of ‘I didn’t study enough, I guess, I’ll do better the next time’ smile, you bit your lips anxiously, trying to pull yourself together.

It wasn’t the time or the place to cry. You gave your paper back to your teacher, excusing yourself for the bathroom to get some fresh air and free yourself from the suffocating questions of ’what did you get? Ah, I did that wrong, too! Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do better next time.’

The tears you had been suppressing started to overpower you, the stinging in your eyes felt unbearable, and you finally let go, letting yourself cry, letting the demons in your mind whisper you the things you didn’t want to hear.

A sob shook your shoulders, just as you saw Oikawa walking down the corridor, and you quickly hid behind a door. You liked Oikawa, you were close, but he was closer to your boyfriend, Iwaizumi, and you knew he would tell him, and it would get complicated after that.

He stopped when you hid, looking around suspiciously to see what that was. His brows furrowed, eyes narrowing, and you were sure he was going to find you.

You didn’t expect him to, however, suddenly pull his phone out with a scared look in his eyes and cry for help in a whiny voice. “Iwa-chan, help me, I just saw a ghost!”

***

2.07 a.m.

You were going to wake up at 6 a.m, and you had to go to sleep quickly, but you couldn’t. Not with all these thoughts consuming your mind, making it impossible for you to do anything but panic.

Sometimes, things just didn’t go the way you wanted them to go. How much you studied, whatever you did, it all just kept going downhill, and it felt like you would never be able to catch up again.

You had to study. More, apparently. Even more and more and more, and it was never enough. Were you not smart enough? Why weren’t you enough? Why could everyone else do it, and you couldn’t? You had to do good with these! You couldn’t afford to fail if you wanted a future, right?

You felt tears of frustration form in the corner of your eyes, but you had to get it together. Crying won’t change anything, you told yourself, you should be studying instead.

You had avoided Iwaizumi that day, knowing you would either break down crying the second you saw him or do something as embarrassing. Even if you didn’t, he could always tell when you felt down, no matter how you tried to hide it, and you didn’t want him to know how pathetic you were feeling.

But most of all, you were afraid, afraid he will think the same things as you and everyone else did. You knew he wouldn’t, it was an irrational thought, but you still couldn’t help but be afraid.

Still, you had missed him, oh, how much you had missed him. A part of you wanted Iwaizumi there, right beside you, to hug you, tell you it was okay, that you were good enough, that there was nothing wrong with you, and he loved you.

A ’ding’ came from your phone, making you jump in your place and waking you from your thoughts. You lazily reached for your phone, but before you even got to see the text, a knock on your door made you stop instead.

Your brows furrowed. It was 2 a.m for god’s sake, who the hell was knocking on your door at this hour? You waited a few seconds, thinking the person was gone but jumped in surprise when you heard the knocks again, this time slightly harder.

“Okay, okay- I’m coming!” You muttered angrily as you stomped towards the door, not expecting to see your boyfriend standing there when you opened the wooden door.

“Hey, baby.” He smiled, the charming smile he learned to do from Oikawa, instantly causing your heartbeat to pick up. You didn’t know what happened, you had meant to smile and greet him back, but before you knew it, you were already between his bulky arms, crying with sobs that shook your body.

He, however, seemed to have expected this reaction, his arms wrapping you and pulling you to his chest immediately. He was cold, his hands chilly and face slightly red because of the cold, but he somehow still felt warm, lost between his arms, you felt warm, warmer than you had ever felt in a long time.

It felt odd how relieved you were to have him there, you felt like he was all you needed, like it was all going to be all right if he was there next to you, supporting you.

“Shh, baby,” He whispered to your hair as if he had read your mind. “It’s okay.”

You weren’t sure just how long you stood there, between his arms, crying everything you felt out, him whispering soft words at you, and it felt both like an eternity and a second, and by the time you had stopped crying, he was already warmed up.

He could tell when you started to calm down a bit, now left with soft sighs and occasional sobs. “Are you feeling better?” He asked, pulling back slightly to look at your face.

You shook your head, only then noticing the paper cup and the paper bag he had in his hand, a sweet and bitter coffee smell coming from them. He noticed you looking, smiling softly. “I bought your favorite coffee and that shitty cookie you like.” He explained, his cheeks tinting a slight pink when you looked at him with wide eyes, shock written in them.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that, I’m capable of doing things like this, too. I am a good boyfriend!” He protested with a frown, making you laugh. “I didn’t say anything.” You told him with a mischievous smile, and ever the honest man he is, it didn’t take long for him to sigh.

“Oikawa told me you felt down today at school and gave me… tips.” He admitted, the pink of his cheeks slowly turning to red. “Tips?” You repeated, trying to hold your laughter in, but he noticed, his frown growing.

“Yeah, he told me to buy ice-cream, that idiot, is he not aware of the fucking weather? So I bought your favorite coffee and cookie, instead.” He kept talking. Iwaizumi was never the one to talk much, but he always rambled so when he was embarrassed. The way his jade green eyes wandered over your face, you knew he tried to tell if you would’ve preferred the ice-cream.

"I like this much better. I was cold, anyway.” You muttered, aware of the smile he tried to suppress. He sent you a glance before he sat on your couch, his eyes looking at you as if he expected you to sit next to him, which you did. Biting your lip anxiously, you settled on the place next to him, not expecting him to throw his arm around your shoulder and pull you back into him, not that you complained, of course.

You inhaled his smell, the familiar scent of pine and a whiff of mint calmed you in a way you didn’t expect. “Will you tell me what happened?” The question caused your anxiety to rise almost immediately, and he was aware of that, too.

“You don’t have to, you know."

"I do.” You answered, once again burying yourself in silence, trying to gather the courage, and he knew it, not pushing you and giving you time, his hand caressing your hair softly.

“I failed another exam today.” You whispered, your voice strained and a lump forming in your throat. You kept talking when he didn’t, his silence comforting you. “Sensei told me to just study for it next time,” you spat the words, chuckling darkly. He knew how much you had studied for it, how hard you had worked.

He was the one who reminded you to eat, to sleep, to drink something and brought coffee and food, after all. He was there when you cried because of frustration, because of how tired you were, he was there, holding you between his arms as his heartbeats lulled you into a much-needed sleep.

And he was here once again, and that comforted you more than anything else could.

“I worked so hard, Iwa!” You suddenly exclaimed, feeling the tears forming once again. Maybe you hadn’t worked hard enough, or even you hadn’t worked at all and- “I know, baby.” He told you, silencing the whispers in your mind.

“You worked well, worked so hard.” He kept talking, his deep voice not letting you think anything else but his words. “You gave it your all.” It was such a nice feeling to have your hard work accepted, even though it hadn’t given a result, it felt comforting to know he knew just how much you studied instead of saying you’ll do better, work harder as if you hadn’t given it your all.

“Then- then why didn’t happen? Why did I fail when I gave it my all?” You sobbed, nuzzling your face to his chest, focusing on his breaths. “I don’t know.” He simply stated the words you needed to hear.

I don’t know. Somehow, that felt better than the cheesy excuses everyone kept telling you.

“But you can’t beat yourself up like this.” He went on, pulling back slightly to look in your eyes. “I know it feels like everything’s falling apart, or that you studied all that for nothing, but it’s not. Exams aren’t the things that define you or your intelligence. They aren’t as important as people tell us, hell, I can’t even remember what I did wrong on the last math exam, and I had failed at that one. I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered at least one thing if it was important.”

You shook your head, not able to accept his words. “They are important, Iwa. They are what defines our future, and I- I failed-”

“No,” he told you patiently, “they aren’t what defines our future, you do. It’s just a shitty piece of paper, nothing more. I know you’re disappointed, okay? I know what you’re feeling, and I know you want to do nothing but study, don’t eat or sleep, and just fix this, but I can’t let you.”

“I can’t let you do that, I can’t let you hurt yourself like this.” The way his green eyes looked at yours with worry, it was all you needed to pull yourself back together. He was there, wasn’t he? Nothing could go bad or hurt you when he stood next to you.

Just a shitty piece of paper, you thought of his words, chuckling slightly, and he felt his heartbeat pick up, the weight on his chest of seeing you like that lifting slowly. “Okay,” you whispered, you smile growing bigger and bigger.

“Did you eat today?” He asked, sighing when you shook your head side to side. “Eat your cookie.”

You nodded, taking a bite and forcing him to take one, too, laughing at how he crinkled his nose when he tasted it. “How do you eat this?”

You shrugged and took another bite, the hunger you suppressed the whole day once again making itself noticeable. “Can you stay the night?” You asked as you took a sip from your coffee, almost spitting it back out when his eyes widened with shock, cheeks reddening. “I- I didn’t mean it that way!”

“I know,” he laughed, although his cheeks were still bright red. “I can stay."

"Thank you.” You told him with a smile, and he could swear he knew he would do anything to see that smile on your lips for the rest of your life, from coming at your door at ice-cold weather at 2 a.m. to jumping off a bridge.

So he smiled back, eyes closing and drifting in a deep sleep as you lay on the top of his chest, feeling safer than you had ever felt.