#iwaizumi ♡

[heartofjasmina]

personal assistant!Iwaizumi and boss lady!reader who have a weekly "meeting" where he fucks an attitude adjustment into you.

You had too much on your shoulders as usual, and it was making you snap at interns left and right. Iwaizumi respected you for handling your shit and keeping lesser men in their place-

But what he wasn't going to let slide is when you start making snide comments to him.

So now he has you bent over your desk, drooling onto your important papers as he gives you just what you need. "I don't give a fuck if the new merger is stressing you out, you're going to remember your fucking manners. Am I fucking clear?" Every thrust of his cock inside your gummy walls was melting your brain, and he knew damn well that you could barely string words together.

Doesn't mean he was going to go easy on you. Especially not when you're creaming on his cock.

A slight change in the angle of his hips and he was dragging the head of his cock against your spot, making you keen and struggle half heartedly against his hold. Your wrists were held in one of his hands behind your back, your suit skirt pushed up over your ass so he could see the way your pussy stretched to accommodate his size.

He could tell when you were starting to let go of your sass, sniffling and whining where before you were cursing him.

"That's it, there's my girl. You gonna be sweet for me now baby? Not gonna tell me to fuck off?" Hajime's voice gentles as he watches your face, how you're trying so bravely not to bawl like a baby.

"'m sorry," you whimpered, getting close to cumming again just from knowing how securely Iwaizumi had you in his control. You could fall apart for him, and he would put you back together again.

"What was that?" He pushed you, knowing you needed to be dominated without mercy for you to relax once more.

"I'm s-sorry Haji, please-" your voice raised to a cry as he started fucking you in earnest now.

"Good fucking girl. Gonna make you cum on my cock baby, cause you deserve it." He moans before sucking a hickey into your shoudler blade, joining several similar faded marks.

Iwaizumi's cock filled you perfectly, and it didn't take much for him to play you like an instrument tuned just for him. You came with a wail, your perfect pussy sucking him in as he came hard.

He couldn't deny you his cum, not when you'd been so good for him. With a groan he spilled his seed, filling you with his warmth until you felt your brain go quiet and content.

He even fixed your panties so his cum would stay nice and safe tucked inside you.

It took a bit to put you back together, fixing your crumpled clothes and hiding them under your suit jacket. But you looked passable and Hajime grinned at you.

"Same time next week, boss?"

[knnichs]

its you! ( in each minute, second… its always been you )

c. various haikyuu characters

t. fluff, gn!reader & male characters only. wc : ?

the first kiss was quick; almost as if it never happened at all. maybe you were shy—or maybe he was shy. either way, one of you will go home regretting the decision of pulling away too fast. unfortunately, that someone will be him. no matter what you do to try and change it—he will always regret not doing enough for the first date. maybe it’ll stay that way until he gathers enough courage to kiss you the second time. oh, what a dream! he thinks to himself.

🏐 — kageyama, yamaguchi, kenma

surprisingly on the bolder side. he took initiative in almost everything; inviting you to eat here and there, took you to places to take pictures and create fun memories. it felt more like hanging out with a friend with the sense of familiarity and trust you have with each other, even on your first date together. he didn’t try to do much when it came to physical affection (aside from hand holding, if you allowed him to.) but he did attempt to give a small kiss at your doorstep when you were home.

🏐 — hinata, sugawara, nishinoya, bokuto, kuroo, oikawa

the first time he met your parents, he was (well, he seemed) painfully, incredibly non-chalant about everything. he paid for the dinner and gave gifts (including a bouquet for them.) your parents approved of him shortly after, seeing how much he cared about this little meeting being perfect in many ways. he double checked the reservation and had another date as backup incase they weren’t available, he took care of the flowers and made sure to personally hand make the arrangement, and even wrapped the gifts in little boxes with bows on them. it went well, of course it did—but the moment the two of you went back into your shared home, he collapsed on the couch right on top of you, arms wrapped around your waist loosely as he takes a deep breath. as if relieved the moment was over, because little did you know, it was as nerve wracking to him as it was for you.

🏐 — iwaizumi, asahi, daichi, akaashi, tsukishima

[tomasweetheart]

“Oh, you are nasty,” Iwaizumi almost seethes, his eyes following the condensation on the plastic bottle while it drips down the side, “grape flavored water?!”

His words catch you off guard, lowering the bottle with a confused look on your face before your eyebrows furrow together more, “Yes, Hajime, grape flavored water,” you respond with an eye roll, “is there a problem with me hydrating myself after our run?”

“You know there’s perfectly good, normal water in the fridge too, right?” he scoffs, he’s still in disbelief. And it’s not because you’re drinking flavored water, more so because of the flavor of water you chose.

Oh. Now you get it.

“I’m aware of that yes,” you hum, a shit eating grin beginning to form on your face, “but I’m also aware that there’s a whole pack of flavored waters that will be left untouched if I do not drink them, because you can’t help a good deal at the grocery store.”

“I would drink them if they were any other flavor!” he protested quickly with a slight pout of his own.

“Oh, you are such a liar,” you rebuttal quickly, “name one flavor you enjoy, because I can name about six right now that you don’t.” 

“I like…” he thinks for a moment, sucking on his teeth while he roams his brain for an answer, “...I, uh…blue raspberry."

You two have had this argument over and over again. Ever since you were teenagers, Iwaizumi has had a certain distaste for actual fruit flavored things. You’d think an athlete would actually prefer the artificial flavors that at least taste like healthy food, but no.

“Not a water flavor,” you hum cockily, crossing your arms over your chest, “and blue raspberry is nastier than grape by a mile.”

“You are a sick, twisted individual,” he scoffs, waving his finger at you in playful disappointment, “I am ashamed of myself for letting you get into my pants, let alone my heart for the rest of our lives.”

“Oh hush,” you hum amusedly, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck to pull his body flush against yours, “you said for better or for worse.”

“Mm, I also said in sickness and in health,” he responds with his own hum, his arms wrapping around your waist on instinct, “and you are definitely sick in the head for liking flavored water.”

His nose brushes against your own softly for a moment before he connects your lips with his in a tender kiss. A soft groan leaves his throat, unable to stop himself from running his hands along your sides as he deepens the kiss. Before he pulls away with an absolutely disgusted look on his face.

“What…?” you ask innocently through bated breath, with a soft giggle and smile.

“...You taste like grape.”

[nekomanager]

respectfully offers to wash your back but he always ends up 7 inches hard and deep from behind you

—♡ kuroo, akaashi, daichi, iwaizumi, kita, isagi, yukimiya, bachira, reo, kunigami, kyojuro, giyuu, megumi, nanami

[prettyboytsum]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ first night back I iwaizumi hajime cw: afab! reader, dirty talk, oral (receiving) disclaimer: all characters are aged up! mdni! wc: 521

the first night iwaizumi was back in japan for good was surprising, to say the least. it was one of the few times where he didn’t have to cram a year’s worth of dates in two weeks or soak in your presence because he wouldn’t be able to see you for the next couple of months.

the plan was for him to stay over in your new tokyo apartment for a couple of weeks. he claimed that it would be a closer drive and it’d give him time to figure out when he wanted to go back to the prefecture. the added bonus of seeing you every day, even if only for a short period, was enticing enough for someone who spent the majority of the last four years calling the love of his life. so, as any loving partner would, you had assumed that he’d be tired from his roughly ten-hour flight from california to japan based on all his planning. the sheets were just changed, his favorite scented candles were lit and you made sure to cook up a feast for when he arrived home. you went above and beyond for his trip back. one thing you didn’t account for was that he missed you—in more ways than one. ”fucking missed this pussy,” iwaizumi groans to himself before he buries his face between your thighs. he eats you out like a starved man, your clothes strewn on the kitchen floor the moment he saw you. ”haji,” you whine, short pants escaping your soft lips as you gripped his hair. for all the things you had prepared for, you didn’t expect him to be needy as soon as he landed. ”nobody even came close to how gorgeous you are, baby,” iwaizumi says, pulling you closer to his lips as you grip the island counter. “can’t believe i was away from you for this long—god, i’m gonna fuck you every night.” ”haji,” you moan louder, throwing your head back in pleasure as he fucks you with his tongue. your body gets warmer—you’ve never seen your boyfriend this desperate and you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t turning you on. ”yeah?” he whispers, planting quick kisses on your thighs before looking up at you. “bet you missed this dick, huh? fingers just weren’t big enough for your pretty cunt.” you nod, biting your lip as you take a proper look at him. his eyes were blown with lust, his voice husky with need and want—a tone that you haven’t heard from him in far too long. you felt yourself get wetter at the sight, squeezing your thighs together. a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by him. iwaizumi knows that he looks good, he’s tan from the seaside sun, he’s in the best shape of his life—and there’s nothing more dangerous than a man who knows how attractive he is. ”’s okay, princess,” he replies, giving you a boyish smile that only makes your heart stutter and knees buckle. “gonna make you feel so good that you’ll feel me inside of you for days, alright? jus’ let me spoil my girl.”

✩ author's note: me when i cut it off right before they get down and dirty </3 I SWEAR A FULL FLEDGE TOE CURLING SMUT IS IN THE WORKS ... in the meantime, enjoy a (potentially) part 1 drabble on pussy starved iwa! ⓒ prettyboytsum 2024. all works are posted under this account on tumblr.com and are protected by copyright laws. do not plagiarise these works on any other platform or account.

[miya-rin]

haikyuu characters as tweets part three

part one - part two

[uravitypng]

you're dating hajime and you told him you wouldn't be able to come see him play because you were busy but you're able to get out of it and turn up anyway without his knowledge but the thing about iwa is he would be the best boyfriend in the world and he notices you in the crowd, he is the epitome of:

"how did you know i was here? did you see me?"

"when do i not see you?"

"what, one face in all that crowd?"

"there was a crowd, too?"

[nkogneatho]

pasi do you think iwaizumi had a slut era when he was at college in california >.> 🎤

—cw: fem!reader, slight cockwarming, nicknames, both reader and iwa are kinda dominating.

absolutely!!! he was a hot shot in high school, but with all the burning teen passion in him, he never really put that much emphasis and importance on romance.

but as soon as iwa went to a new country, something in him shifted. yeah, he was still very career oriented but the foreign air had gotten to him. no one can deny he looks hot. And those biceps???!! helloo?!! all the girls at his university were obsessed with him. he didn't show it at first but he liked the attention. the rude and tough personality was now easing in into a more flirtatious and smug one.

it boosted his ego. especially when he found there was an ongoing rumor about the size of his cock among all the girls in the university. he'd become such a slut, fucking girls left and right. one of his moves were to ask the girl if they woukd tutor him (knowing damn well he has the textbooks inked in his brain), and then lure them in with his sweet words. then fuck them. there were times (a lot of times), his roommate walked in on him with every new chick.

but it got on his nerves that out of all the girls in the uni, why were you not interested in him. he had tried to hit on you a few times but all you did was ignore or replied with sarcasm. it's not that you didn't find him hot. he was packed. you just didn't want to fuel his ego and become a nobody the next day. you wanted to leave an imprint on his mind.

so now when he had you on top of him, he was salivating. his big torso casting a shadow in the nightlight on the bed.

"c'mon. I didn't ask you to shut up. tell me the answer, hajime," you cooed.

"demand analysis is—fuck!" his speech struggled as you clenched your pussy around his dick. "just move goddamit."

"answer me first. or have you become too much if a slut that your brain cannot remember anything else?" your tone taunting. he tried to furrow his brows in fury at being called slut but the way his cock twitched inside you, you knew he liked that remark.

"fuck this shit." he threw the textbook off your hand to the other side of the bed and grabbed you by your hips. you moaned when he picked you yp before slamming you down on him.

"anh! this—this isn't fair. you didn't answer," you closed your eyes, still complaining.

"shut up, princess or i won't let you come." His hips had started catching up to a desired pace.

"fuckfuck!ugh! what—oh what about the test?"

"i know everything. i called you over to fuck this pretty pussy." you knew it was going to happen. you came with the same intention. you don't wear a matching set on any normal day. you threw him further on the bed, his back hitting the plain. your hands placed each on the either side if his pelvis bone.

"i knew you were a slut, iwaizumi hajime," you angled yourself in such a way that your clit would rub against his skin as his dick is busy plunging deep inside you. "good thing i know how to use a slut."

[salsakiyoomi]

"i want to get married."

iwaizumi's head snaps up at your statement his attention diverted from his phone to you and his brows furrow in confusion "what?"

"i want to get married." you repeat yourself again, leaning back against the couch cushions and throwing your legs over the armrest.

iwaizumi scoffs, a confused smile on his face "this is the last joke, right?" he questions, frowning down at you as you're looking up at him — it's a bit late into the afternoon, but too early for you to start saying nonsense since you've always been so adamant about not getting married.

you roll your eyes at him, "no." and iwaizumi's frown deepens, "are you okay?" he asks.

you scowl at him "the hell's that supposed to mean?"

he shrugs, his gaze turning back to his screen "just...you're being weird again."

"you're so rude and for what." you huff, rolling your eyes again, you cross your arms, now staring at the ceiling above, "i want to get married, haji."

"can't help you with that." he's still scrolling through his phone, not paying much mind to you.

"i want to have like, a las vegas wedding." you say, and iwaizumi turns off his phone — now you've captured his attention since he stares at you as if you've grown two head, you grin at his expression and iwaizumi assumes the worst — is it that you're suggesting you want to go to las vegas? it is only a four hour drive from california after all.

"a las vegas wedding?" iwaizumi questions as if making sure he heard you correctly.

"yeah like, you know, the ones in those casinos?" you gesture around with your hands as if to emphasize your point, "like i wanna throw on a white dress — but like, not the puffy ones, like a party dress, sequins and glitter one — or you know what, actually, a puffy dress would be awesome." you ramble on, iwaizumi's looking down at you, amused, "anyway, what i'm saying is that i wanna get absolutely hammered, throw on a white dress and get married in vegas."

iwaizumi snorts, "who you gonna get married to?"

"i don't know." you shrug, you reposition yourself now so that your head is laying in his lap and you look up at him, grinning mischievously, "you."

iwaizumi's eyes slightly widen, the tips of his ears turning pink and he groans, pushing you off of him, "you're so weird." he may have pushed you a little too hard that you fell off the couch with a dull thud.

he tries to ignore his skipped heartbeat as your laughter echoes through the living and iwaizumi's hand is curled at his mouth to hide his smile, "come on." you chide, "you know — say, we do get married in vegas, technically then, you'll only be married in vegas."

iwaizumi frowns, "that's not true, who told you that?" you're looking up at him with an entertained smile on your face, "you know, it's way too easy get married in vegas, right? why do you think so many people get married accidentally when they're drunk?"

iwaizumi scoffs, and leans back on the couch, arms crossed — it was a calm afternoon on his day off until you started on with your marriage shit, but unfortunately ( fortunately ) for him, you were his best friend, and roommate, so he had to put up with it, even if he has to pretend to be annoyed sometimes.

he says, "i really hope one day you'll finally mature enough that you stop saying weird shit all of the time."

you laugh, "you're just jealous you can't be as creative as me." iwaizumi rolls his eyes, watching as you get up from the ground and walk closer to him, too close actually that your face is right up his, "but it's fine, i'll get that vegas wedding one day."

you laugh, drawing back away from him and iwaizumi looks away, a slight blush tinting his cheeks, "yeah, dream on."

you hum in response, and with the way your gaze seems to be a bit too distant, iwaizumi assumes you've gone off on to your own little world now, you're no longer looking at him, instead staring at the tv that has a spanish show playing that neither of you understand, but he knows you're not listening when he mumbles a soft, "maybe even a real wedding." under his breath.

[berrisweet]

SONG MAKEOUTS !

feauturing ! iwaizumi hajime , ushijima wakatoshi , and akaashi keiji.

rika 💬 : including ushi because he needs some love <3 i tried to make this the most tooth-rotting fluff ever lol ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

inspired by @rinsoap !

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𐙚 . ˙ IWAIZUMI HAJIME . . . lana del rey

makeouts with haji are always full of love. you're currently in the living room, snuggled up against each other. it's late at night and you're playing lana del rey on your tv speakers, softly singing the lyrics. you loved moments like this, one of your favourite artists playing while you're snuggled up with your boyfriend.

"you sound so pretty, sweetheart." he says, in awe, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "thank you, haji.." you mutter softly, blushing. he presses a kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering for a bit before pulling away. you grab your phone and turn the speakers up. your favorite song (and hajimes), video games comes on, and you hum the tune softly.

hajime watches you in awe, eyes filled with affection and warmth. you turn to him, noticing his gaze. you turn away, embarrassed. he pulls your chin gently to look at him. he kisses you softly, his hand now cupping your cheek. you melt into the kiss, pulling him closer. you both break away, catching your breath. "you're absolutely perfect, sweetheart. i love you so much." he says, his voice filled with so much affection. you rest your forehead against his and mutter a soft 'i love you too' back. the fifth chorus comes on and he sings along, his gaze fixated on you. "it's you, it's you, it's all for you, everything i do. i tell you all the time, heaven is a place on earth with you." you cup his cheek, smiling wide, your eyes twinkling. "there's that smile i love so much." he says, kissing you again.

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𐙚 . ˙ USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI . . . lauvey

makeouts with ushijima are always so gentle. he loves affection, even though he doesn't seem as the type of person. he's always so polite and gentle with you. you were cuddled on his bed, him shirtless and reading a book with you against his chest. lauvey was playing in the background, since he was a casual listener. his favorite songs included like the movies, dear soulmate, and a night to remember. you turn to face him kissing him. his eyes widen for a moment, before he sets the book down and cups your cheek. you lean into his touch, the kiss becoming needier. you pull away and giggle, taking in his flustered state.

he smiles at your giggle, loving how adorable you looked. a night to remember comes on and he grins. he pulls you into his lap, kissing you again, more passionately this time. you yelp in surprise as he pulls you into his lap, but quickly kiss him back. his hands are around your waist as you run your hand through his hair.

the feeling of his kisses never got old. the butterflies it gave you was the best feeling ever. he was always so gentle, just how you liked it. you make out lazily for a few minutes, your hand gently tugging his hair. his hands squeeze your waist as you both pull away slightly. he looks into your eyes and mutters a soft 'i love you' against your lips.

you would kiss him all day if you had to. his kisses were like oxygen, you needed them to breathe.

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𐙚 . ˙ AKAASHI KEIJI . . . sza

makeouts with akaashi were always needy. once he had you in his clutch, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon. you just got home from work, and you were greeted with the sight of akaashi on the couch, book in his hand. you always thought he looked so good with his glasses on. he noticed your presence and immediately got up.

"hi baby.." he said, embracing you. "i missed you." he continued, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. "i know. i'll get changed and join you on the couch, okay?" you say as you pull away from the embrace. he nods.

after you finish changing, you walk into the living room and cuddle next to akaashi. he sets his book down, and wraps an arm around your shoulders, ruffling your hair. you sit like that for a few moments before he finally breaks the silence. "c'mere." he says, gesturing to his lap. you climb onto his legs, making yourself comfy. he kisses you, pouring every ounce of love he had into his kisses. he breaks away and grabs his phone. "hold on, lemme put on music." he scrolls through his playlist as he finally lands on love galore.

the song fills your ears, the familiarity of the song bringing comfort. he kisses you again, the kiss screaming 'i love you and i hate it when you're away'. he wraps his arms around your waist, bringing you as close as possible. you lean into him, reciprocating his desperateness. you wrap your arms around his neck, your touch feather-light. he smiles into the kiss, breaking away for a moment. "i love you so so much, baby."

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[heartofjasmina]

Iwaizumi Hajime made you feel like all your pieces were being held in his warm hands. When you'd met in college, he was a grad student who carried himself with confidence and tickled every dream you'd ever had about what a dominant should be like.

It had taken a few months for you to work up the courage to ask him out. You'd been stumbling over every word and barely able to make eye contact, when he'd put two fingers under your chin and helped you look at him. "Slow down, and breathe. I'm not going anywhere."

It made your face burn and your thighs clench. He noticed, of course. You could see the interest spark in his eyes.

"What's a sweet thing like you walking around unclaimed?" His husky voice was almost a purr as he lets his hand curl around your jaw.

"I.. I never.." Your tongue was more than tied, and before you knew it, the words were slipping out. "But you could claim me."

Heat flared in his eyes, and he leaned in close. You did the same, like a moth to the flame.

"Being owned is more than just something you offer on a whim little girl." He grinned as you pouted at him, thinking he was going to turn you down. Then he continued, "But don't worry. I'll teach you."

[knnichs]

an evening with @ staarri

c. various haikyuu characters

t. imagine this with your favorite artist or who you think they would like, fluff, gn!reader & male characters only. wc : ?

he enjoys the concert to the fullest with you. he knows every lyric, every song, every speech, and little thing the artist says. has been or is still a diehard fan—and he is very vocal about it too. likes to sing along, if not, scream along the songs. the type of person you’d hear screeching in “unhinged fan” recordings of that artist. though he doesn’t do it that often (thankfully), and only puts on that act when they play a song he especially likes. he likes to get ready with you and suggest having matching outfits, whether it be a reference to a lyric, a song, or something the artist has worn before.

(bonus. if this is a taylor swift concert, he already has a hoard of bracelets to give for you to trade them incase you run out.)

🏐 — nishinoya, tanaka, bokuto, hinata

he’s more lowkey about it. knows the songs & the lyrics, but is mostly there to see you all happy & smiling because he got you barricade tickets to get as close to the performers as possible. he’s your social media manager, takes candid photos and videos of you enjoying the concert and the artist so you have memories to look back on. he’s not that quiet that it seemed like you dragged him along—don’t get him wrong, he likes being there. he’s just not the type to scream the lyrics like other people. if he knows you’ll enjoy the concert, he makes sure to get two tickets for different dates: the opening and the closing for that city. who knows? maybe you’ll even find yourself backstage getting your merch signed by the artist. you have no idea how your boyfriend knows about this though.

🏐 — akaashi, tsukishima, kageyama, oikawa, kuroo, sugawara, yamaguchi

you had to drag him along the concert because your friend couldn’t go. instead of reselling it, you took this as an opportunity to introduce the artist to your boyfriend with a very limited taste in music. its 50/50, either he’ll enjoy it and add some of the tracks to his playlist or he will stay silent on the ride home. this doesn’t mean he wont support you! he’s taking pictures for sure, just more you and less of the artist performing.

🏐 — kenma, iwaizumi, daichi, asahi

[tomasweetheart]

I'M NOT A VIOLENT DOG, I DON'T KNOW WHY I BITE.

pairing: i. hajime x gn!reader

includes: hurt/no comfort, iwa gets into a fight, blood mention, cursing, iwa and reader are friends, reader refuses to be with iwaizumi due to emotional constipation, pre-timeskip, w.c 3.0k

notes: "always an angel never a god", "i don't know why i am the way i am ; not strong enough to be your man", "i can't love you how you want me too", yeah. i'm having a fucking field day.

soundtrack: not strong enough, bite the hand

It's nearly midnight when you hear the soft raps against your front door. You cautiously open it to find a disheveled Hajime, bruised and battered with red blood trickling down his nose.

"...The other guy looks worse..." he mumbles, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck, "...I didn't know where else to go, (y/n) I'm sorry. I had a fight with my dad and Oikawa is asleep for once — "

"Haji, just..." you say, holding up your hand with a sigh, moving to the side, "...just get inside, it's cold."

He's the last face you wanna see and the last person you want to offer a semblance of comfort for right now, but even though you haven't talked in weeks, he's still your friend.

"What was it this time?" you whisper, leading him in the bathroom. He sits on the edge of the tub and watches you rummage through the cabinet to find a first aid kit.

He can't help the way his eyes trail over your body, he wants to hold you. That was his first thought, he wants to hold you, feel you pressed against him while he sobs and apologizes for every little thing he's ever done wrong by you.

But he won't.

"Some guy, said somethin' stupid to me," he mumbled, looking down at his lap where his fists lay clenched in anger, "I don't...it's not right, I know, I know it isn't (y/n). I can't help it, I get so worked up over everything and then..."

He stops mid-sentence, breathing hitching as he raises his head to look at you. His gaze is pleading, begging you to understand a part of him that he won't even show you.

You offer him a sympathetic look for a split second before your eyebrows furrow, pressing the tissue against his nose and tilting his head up higher with your other hand on his chin.

"You can help it, Haji," you muttered, pulling back to look at him, your gaze almost pitying and it makes him sick to his stomach, "I know you can. You know what your problem is? You never know what you're feeling because all your emotions stack on top of each other like a jenga tower waiting to fall."

His own brows knit together, his own expression slowly turning to frustration, "You don't know shit about how I feel," he growls, "you don't know anything."

"You're right, I don't," you quip back, hand gripping his chin tighter, "how should I? You want me to love you, but you won't show every part of yourself. You're scared and you don't trust me enough to love you past all of it."

His gaze softens once more, pulling your hand away with a gentle tug and looking down at the bathroom floor in shame.

"I know you're scared, Haji," you whispered again, voice cracking with emotion as your eyes glazed over with tears, "I can't expect you not to be, but...you don't trust me. I get it, okay? It's hard to open up right away and that's not what I expect. I just want you to find a way to sort through it yourself."

How could he open up? Hajime Iwaizumi, the hothead, Oikawa Tooru's best friend. A side character to everything who's only there for the development of the main guy. It doesn't matter how he feels, it's a burden. It's who he is, what defines him. He loses that and he loses everything...except you, but he's not sure how much he wants to trade in his reputation for you yet.

And here you are, waiting for a man who doesn't know if he wants to change. Waiting for someone who you know is so much more than anger, than the side character. Waiting and waiting for when he sees that himself, but to no avail.

When he slowly lifts his head up to meet your gaze, you expect an apology. You expect a change in heart from him, a promise to figure out how to sort through it all. You can see his own eyes are watery, ironic the way he wouldn't let you see him cry. You expect everything except what he actually confesses.

"I'm moving to California."

[cnnmairoll]

Chibi Haikyuu Doodles ! (Aoba Johsai! Edition)

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he loves it when you get desperate like this, he can just lean back against the headboard and rest a hand on your hip, squeezing the fat there and just watching you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. he just groans praises out and curses whenever he feels your cunt squeeze him like it’s tryna wring his balls dry. you’re a pathetic mess on him, hips moving at a sporadic pace because every time his tip hits your g-spot you crumble and mewl not able to keep a steady rhythm on him. but he encourages you anyway telling you to, “take what you need” and that “he’s all yours” gods. he knows what he’s doing too, cupping your tits and squeezing ‘em in his hands just to watch your eyes squeeze shut.

[miya-rin]

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