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lale-txt · 5 months ago
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❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 & 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚
a/n: reader is gn! i started drafting those during one of the first sticky hot summer nights of the year, then forgot about it until this came over me once again like a fever, and now here we are. i love writing drabbles because they force you to really think about the chars, how you perceive them and how to nail their unique personalities in 200 words or less. anyway, this is my first time writing for HQ after the brainworms got me down bad and i had lots of fun! hope you'll enjoy them too ♡
word count: 1.3k
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𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 whines when you have the audacity to kick him back towards his end of the couch, catching your ankle and pulling you towards him in return, stubbornly ignoring your protests. Too hot to cuddle, my ass, he pouts, genuinely offended that you’d even consider that; when the only time Atsumu ever feels a sense of calm is when part of you touches him. Your hand playing with the shaved hair in the back of his neck, your leg hooked over his hipbone as you sprawl out in bed together, hell, even your icy cold feet shoved underneath his butt during winter. Something was missing when he couldn’t have your proximity. Yer so needy, Tsumu. So what if he was? He pulls you into his lap, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hands tightening around your waist. His breath fanning over your skin, hot and cool against it. Atsumu takes, he demands, but with you he is pleading, silent for once. Just a little longer–dreaming, breathing you in, kissing till he feels you smiling against his lips.
𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 wears his hair shorter now, back at its natural dark color, too. You helped him buzz it off during one of those sticky summer nights. Both of you in nothing but your underwear, Osamu sitting on the edge of the bathtub in your cramped bathroom. One hand of yours holding a razor and the other clamped over your mouth because you horribly messed up a setting and now he had a funny little edge in his hair, throwing you both in a laughing fit. It was your first summer together and Osamu couldn’t help but hope that there would be many more like this to come, with your bodies orbiting each other, unable to keep your hands off despite the heat and the sweat, the air heavy and electric and yet so light whenever he hears you laugh. Nothing beats the feeling of lifting you up on the kitchen counter and your eyes lingering on his hands, shaping a midnight snack for the both of you, getting drunk on stolen glances and kisses. There’s many metaphors for food and love and right now, Osamu can taste them all on the tip of your tongue.
𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 hasn’t even kicked his shoes off at the entrance yet and is already loosening his tie, before slender fingers work down button for button on his shirt. He hears you laugh about his demeanor from the other end of the hallway. How lucky, he thinks to himself. To have someone waiting for him at home, making even long work days during the most miserable summer heat bearable. His shirt has barely hit the floor and he’s already on you, caging you in with his arms and covering every inch of your skin he can reach in kisses, despite your giggling and feigned huffing over how sticky he is, sending him to shower first (as if you wouldn’t come right after him). Kuroo purrs when your hands tangle in his hair. In the end you always pull him back towards your lips again, swallowing every little quip and taunt like candy, sweet and syrupy in your mouth. It reminds him how he fell in love with you many summers ago, his heart ablaze ever since.
𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 is glued to the fan at this point. He even switched gaming from his desktop set-up to a handheld console, reluctantly admitting that his old house would heat up even more with his computer running at full blast. His expression really says it all when you approach him, silently pleading for cuddles. Kenma just can’t understand how anyone would seek someone else’s body heat when the sun outside was already doing a pretty good job in trying to end him. Still, he isn’t immune to your charms, never was (one time he mumbled something about your stats being way too high and how everything changed once he received a love buff of yours). When you hold out a popsicle as a means of bribery and blink at him with those damn soft eyes of yours, Kenma pauses his game and holds out his arms. He hums into the kiss you give him before sitting down in his lap, your lips tasting like ice cream and summer love. He rests his chin on your shoulder, face nuzzled against your neck, before he continues his game, letting you feed him the sweet cold treat. Summer might have become a little more bearable with you in his life–though he was already looking forward to many winters under the kotatsu with you. 
𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 is squishing your cheeks together, his thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth. Collecting evidence, but also wanting to feel your tongue poke out slightly against it, cheeky as ever. Just how could you eat the last ice cream in the freezer without him? He lets out an exaggerated huff, feigned indignation, both of you knowing he can never keep this up for too long–not when it comes to you. Oikawa leans down to kiss you, your face still in a tight grip, tasting the remains of the ice cream on your lips, as if you weren’t sweet enough already. Maybe he can be bribed for another kiss when you offer a midnight walk to the 7/11 down the street, promising to pay for a cool sweet treat to make it up to him. He had already forgotten what he was mad about the moment you leaned into the kiss, but he’ll never say no to a chance to hold your hand, even if it’s sticky with leftover ice cream and the summer heat. To Oikawa, love is stored in the mundane things, even if his love for you is anything but that.
𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 is standing in the kitchen past midnight, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers while he roams the freezer for anything to help him cool down; even a pack of frozen peas would do. He feels a pang of guilt for having peeled away from you, your form pressed so tightly against him in his sleep, it almost gave him a heat stroke–for more reason than one. Everything is sticky and airless and Iwaizumi is sure that if he would have glanced at you even a minute longer, his heart might have just given out on him. All this love he holds for you, burning him up from the inside, like a fever. He lets out a long exhale when he presses an ice bag against the back of his neck, but it’s not that what causes a shiver down his spine; it’s two arms sneaking around his waist from behind, your sleepy voice mumbling out his name, your body melting into his again. The first kiss pressed on the side of your neck is an apology, the second one a promise. The third–to devour you.
𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 grumbles something about you being too sticky and sweaty, making a weak attempt to shove you back to your side of the bed, only to pull you back by your hips when you actually do leave some room between you. He can’t help it, you fit so perfectly in the curve of his body, your back pressed against his chest, one of his knees nudged between your legs, all tangled up. It’s the perfect position to plant kisses on the back of your neck, too. Kiyoomi loathes those hot summer nights in the concrete city. He’d rather be somewhere else with you, somewhere to breathe more easily through this heat. Maybe you should move to the countryside, yes. A small house with lots of green surrounding it. Less people and noise, just you and him. Yeah, he would like that. He kisses the back of your neck once more and takes a slow, deep inhale of your sweet scent, before sleep finally crawls upon him again. For now he’ll endure this heat, anything, as long as he can hold you in his arms like this–and have a cold shower with you in the morning, maybe.
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makkir0ll · 7 months ago
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thinking about car mechanic iwa who see's you run into his shop with tears in your eyes, drenched from the rain, crying because your car is making a weird noise and symbols are popping up and you don't know what to do because your dad isn't picking up. you tell him all these through broken sobs as he rubs your back comfortingly. he gives you a towel to dry off and some shitty hot coffee with atleast six sugar packets mixed inside...hoping to warm you up. he goes into your car and checks out what's wrong. your car might take a while to get fixed but he promises he can do it. you thank him graciously when he walks to you the loaner cars.
two weeks later you show up at his shop again, and it's a hotter day and you see him with sweat dripping down his VERY toned chest (he's shirtless bc of the heat and their fan does literally nothing to help) with oil stains on his cheek. were his eyes always this green? you think to yourself. when he hands you the keys back to your car and you start it up, everything works perfectly. once you pay he gives you a little discount (he doesn't tell you though) and you want to thank him..maybe with dinner?
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renardiererin · 5 months ago
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GETAWAY CAR a social media au starring racer!suna and actress!reader
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synopsis -> rintarou suna is the top formula one racer for scuderia ferrari, and he would be the top ranked in the world if not for the top driver for redbull racing aston martin: hajime iwaizumi. it’s no secret that suna has a silly celebrity crush on world famous actress [name] miya, and when it hits the tabloids that iwaizumi was seen out with her, it’s all interviewers will ask suna about. will this take their rivalry to a new level? or will suna befriend [name], and be the final match to the gasoline puddle of rumors? 
warnings -> suggestive content (nothing explicit), alcohol mentions, swearing, etc.
rating -> PG13
tags/keywords -> smau, social media au, rintarou suna, rintarou suna smau, celebrity smau, racer suna, little bits of humor i hope, angst, racer au, celebrity crush, forced proximity, crush to friends to enemies to ??, love triangle, suna x f!reader 
completed ! [07/09 - 08/09]
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table of contents / masterlist [chapters 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, 13, 14, 15, & 17 owe chapter title brainstorm credits to @itsdragonius] 1. rintarou “big fan” suna 2. boys & their expensive cars 3. a hundred boys in bars 4. is it cool that i said all that? 5. i'd give up everything to be close to you 6. loving him is like driving a new maserati down a dead end street 7. the empathetic hunger descends 8. seeing you tonight... it's a bad idea, right? 9. is she friends with your friends? is she good in bed? 10. i got this one boy, & he won't stop calling 11. clandestine meetings & longing stares 12. losing him was blue / but loving him [is] red 13. don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you 14. you crashed my party & your rental cars 15. he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv 16. this is me swallowing my pride 17. to kiss in cars & downtown bars 18. touch me while your bros play grand theft auto 19. i feel something when i see you 20. swimming in a champagne sea 21. my heart, my hips, my body, my love
2024 seats… ferrari: rintarou suna & kotarou bokuto red bull racing: hajime iwaizumi & tobio kageyama mercedes amg petronas: tooru oikawa & kiyoomi sakusa mclaren: atsumu miya & yuuji terushima  alpine (renault): shinsuke kita & aran ojiro aston martin: satori tendou & suguru daishou  kick sauber: shoyo hinata & tetsurou kuroo haas: lev haiba & akira kunimi williams: keiji akaashi & kenma kozume  visa rb (torro rosso): issei matsukawa & takahiro hanamaki  *some of these teams will be less relevant to the plot & won’t come up often
others… *other characters are most likely either mechanics, not involved, or sponsors. (ex: osamu miya’s onigiri miya is the largest contributing sponsor for mclaren in 2024) + kei tsukishima is a mechanical engineer for scuderia ferrari
taglist - CLOSED @satoruzlove @idlerin @akumakitsune21 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @dani-shitting-around @alienvarmint @reverie-starlight @tsukiran-blog @xbl00dy-r0s3x @universal-s1ut @koushisbabie @breakmyheartlater @phoenix-eclipses @ris-krispie @coyloves @2baddies-1porsche @girlkissersco @dontmindtheevie @yuzurins @reekapeeka @leave-rae-alone @usmell4 @noideawhothatis @moonlit-mizukage @thirtykiwis @highkey-fangirling @ast4rg1rl @razberrywrites @zamorazz @k0z3me  
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noosayog · 5 months ago
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[11:01 pm] ft. iwaizumi hajime
wc: 300
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“Stop that.” 
You put your hand on Hajime’s bouncing knee. 
He doesn’t respond to you, keeping his eyes glued to the screen currently showing the live Argentina and Brazil volleyball match. 
He’s been on edge, looking forward to seeing this match all day. He would rather die than admit it, but you can see the sparkle in his eye and upward twitch of his lips when a certain someone, his old captain and long-time best friend steps onto the court. 
Normally, their cross-continental bond inspires warm fuzzies in your chest, but Hajime has been distracted from the moment the two of you woke up in bed, your afternoon date, and all through dinner. It’s not like it’s the first time you’ve questioned this since you’ve been with Hajime, but is he in love with you or Oikawa? 
You give him a tap on his shoulder which he ignores. 
“Hajime.” 
Silence. 
“Hajime!” 
“Hmm?” he responds distractedly. 
You huff, before crawling in between his legs. He spreads them to give you more room, but keeps his hands to himself. You maneuver his arms to circle your waist but he eventually removes them in favor of holding the remote and rubbing his chin thoughtfully when Oikawa does anything at all. 
The one knee continues its jittery bouncing. It doesn’t stop even when you place a palm on it. 
“Hajime, stop shaking. It’s annoying!” 
He stops, looking down at you. It’s not just the leg shaking you were referring to and he knows it. 
He doesn’t say anything, but wraps his arms back around you and they stay there this time. He gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead and just like that, all is forgiven. 
You’re content to snuggle back into his chest but before you can doze off, Hajime murmurs something in your ear, his own form of revenge for your bratty behavior. 
“Annoying wasn’t the word you were using when you were the one bouncing on these legs…” 
It earns him a smack to the face.
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cottonlemonade · 5 months ago
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Dating Iwaizumi gives you scary dog privileges. Which means you can finally head to the fountain in the park across your apartment building at night and play in the prettily lit water display without having to worry, because your boyfriend is holding your sandals as he watches you having the time of your life. His arms are crossed and in the faint glow of the fountain spotlights you almost can’t see the dreamy smile on his face when you slither over to him on the slippery stone tiles.
“You gotta try it, too! It’s so much fun! - Please?” And he will sigh and roll his eyes but put down your shoes and place his next to them before getting dragged into the unpredictable spouts. You giggle and sigh when the nice cold water runs down your shirt, making it cling to your, in Iwa’s entirely biased opinion, delicious curves. He pulls you in for a kiss, tiny droplets clinging to the tips of his hair.
“Five more minutes, then I’m taking you home.”, he says and you pout but pull him in for another kiss, planning to make the most out of this hot summer night.
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romaevelizz · 8 months ago
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.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.
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˖ ࣪⊹ He’s the kind of guy to help put and take off your shoes, even if your not drunk, but if your getting ready his large hand wrapping around your ankle as he slips your shoe on next tying the laces or strapping the heels your wearing “Hmm there you go love can’t have you bending over to put them on no?” His voice deep and tender kissing your lips gently.
Ushijima, IWAIZUMI, Daichi, Kuroo, TSUKISHIMA, BOKUTO, TANAKA, Kageyama,
Little reminder rq are open!(im desperate ☹️)
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whenikissedthegiyuu · 9 days ago
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Double Penetration w/ Matsukawa Issei and Iwaizumi Hajime
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word count 2k
18+ mdni. fem!reader, smut, threesome, oral (f receiving), a dick was licked once, iwaizumi hajime (30) athletic trainer, sex (p in v, p in a), matsukawa’s horse cock, unprotected sex, pet names (baby, doll, love, pretty girl, greedy whore), written in 2nd pov
kinktober 2024 mlist can also read on ao3
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You thought Iwaizumi would say no when you shyly admitted that you wanted to have a threesome. He was quite possessive, holding your waist tighter when another man looked at you or making a point of kissing you until you were breathless if someone made the mistake of flirting with you in front of him.
But no, he didn’t glare at you or immediately rejected the idea. He stared at you instead, slightly tilted his head as a smirk appeared on his lips, and responded with a simple okay.
So, that was it, until a couple of weeks later. He invited his friends for drinks, but unfortunately Makki couldn’t make it, so it was just Iwaizumi and Mattsun. You were in the kitchen sipping on wine to give the guys some privacy to talk when your boyfriend called you over. Iwaizumi pulled you down onto his lap as soon as you walked up to the loveseat, arms around you as he pressed his lips to your cheek.
“Remember what you told me a few weeks ago, baby?” He murmured against your skin, his lips moving down to your neck.
You had to think about it for a moment, your words had slipped from your mind since you thought Iwaizumi had agreed just to make you happy. Your eyes darted to the black haired man, who was watching you with half lidded eyes from the couch,
Iwaizumi’s lips moved over your pulse point and pressed a kiss to your skin. He chuckled when he realized your heartbeat was quickening. His hands moved to your thighs, fingers digging into your skin as he gently coaxed your legs open. “You can say no.” He whispered. “Just say the word and I’ll throw him out.”
But you didn't want to say no. Even though you were completely in love with your boyfriend, you weren’t blind, Mattsun had only gotten hotter as the years passed and you all grew older. If the rumors you heard from a friend were true, he had a huge dick. You had to admit that you had been curious about the man ever since. There had to be something seriously wrong with him if he had a third leg, was a pretty decent guy, and was still single.
You met his darkened gaze and his eyebrow raised. He glanced at the man behind you, as if taking your hesitation for rejection, then met your eyes again with his lips pressed into a thin line.
You leaned back against Iwaizumi’s chest and pushed your ass against his growing erection. The movement didn’t go unnoticed by Mattsun, who was now following your boyfriend’s hand as it reached for your cotton shorts.
Iwaizumi paused for a second, then cupped your pussy over the clothing, “Use your words, doll.”
You whined, grabbing his wrist to keep his hand in place. “I want him.”
“Yeah, you do.” He rubbed his fingers up and down, then redirected his touch to your tits as he cupped them over your, actually his, shirt. “Think you’re sly, staring at him when you think neither of us are looking? Is it because you’ve noticed his lingering stares?”
Your breathing had gotten heavier, but your eyes had never left Mattsun’s. He leaned back, raising his hips as he adjusted himself on the couch. The movement had his dick pressing against the front of his sweatpants and your mouth nearly watered at the outline. The asshole had to have done it on purpose, if the small grin on his lips was anything to go by.
“Look at you doing it again.” Iwaizumi tsked near your ear and slipped his hands under your shirt to cup your bare breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
Your back arched, pushing your tits against his hands. He grabbed them and squeezed almost painfully, making you moan softly. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.
“Such pretty sounds.” Mattsun spoke for the first time and your head fell back against the brunet’s shoulder before he grabbed your chin and forced you to look at his friend again.
“Just wait until you hear your name come from these pretty lips.” He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. “Gonna let Mattsun eat your pussy, love?”
You nodded immediately, no hesitation in your response. Iwaizumi felt like he should be hurt by your eagerness, but instead he kept pressing his lips to your neck, your shoulders. He pushed your shorts down, you kicked them off once they were around your ankles.
“You got an eager one, Iwa.” He groaned softly as his brown eyes watched Iwaizumi’s fingers rub your clit over your panties. There was already a dark patch of your arousal wetting the fabric.
Your boyfriend shook his head. “Impatient, more like. She just can’t wait to have two cocks inside her.” He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up until you sat there with only your panties covering you.
Mattsun had moved onto his knees in front of you, glancing at Iwaizumi for permission even though he had given him the green light when you were in the kitchen. He reached for your panties to push them to the side and he slowly spread your folds, collecting your wetness with his fingertips. “No wonder you’re so smitten. Look at this pretty pussy.”
Iwaizumi reached down and pulled back the hood of your clit. You gasped softly when Mattsun immediately leaned forward to suck the sensitive nub into his mouth. The brunet’s hand on your abdomen kept you pinned in place as his friend flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue before moving down to your entrance.
Your back arched off your boyfriend’s chest as Mattsun’s tongue licked a stripe back up to your clit. Your hand darted to the back of his head and your fingers curled around his hair. He stayed still for a moment as you pushed your hips against his mouth, but then he grabbed your thighs and forced you to stop moving. His tongue slipped into your entrance, his nose nudging against your clit. He moaned against your cunt when your grip on his hair tightened.
You jumped when Iwaizumi’s hands found your tits again, squeezing them and circling the areola, avoiding your nipples. His cock was pressed against your ass, soft grunts leaving him when you moved your hips and unintentionally ground against him.
You could barely form a coherent sentence, the words just poured out of your mouth. “Close, I’m close, wanna– Can I–“ You cut yourself off with a gasp when Iwaizumi grabbed both your wrists in one hand and pinning them to your chest, to keep you from pulling Mattsun closer.
“It’s not me you have to ask for permission, baby.” He gestured to the man kneeling down between your legs, eating you out like it was his last meal.
You whined, growing embarrassed about begging Mattsun, who held onto your thighs tighter and started to lean back. The moment you couldn’t feel his tongue on your pussy anymore, the words started to come out.
“No, wait. Issei, please, can I–“ Your breath hitched when he met your eyes, fingers digging into your skin at the sound of his name. “Please, I wanna come on your tongue, feels so good on my pussy.”
He could’ve exploded in his pants right then and there. He probably would have, if he wasn’t using all his strength to think about the dead corpses he saw daily at the funeral home instead of your half lidded gaze and whiny tone.
He buried his face between your thighs again, this time pushing two fingers inside you, and with a flick of his tongue on your clit you were coming undone, writhing in their arms.
Once your body stopped twitching, Iwaizumi grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to suck your wetness from his fingers. “We should move this to the bedroom, shouldn’t we?” He stated, more than asked.
You were taken from your boyfriend’s arms, Mattsun picked you up and carried you toward the bedroom. Iwaizumi slapped your ass with a chuckle when you passed by him. He stood up, slowly walking over to the bedroom, where Mattsun was already laying back with you on his lap, his pants and underwear discarded at the end of the bed.
Iwaizumi watched with parted lips as your fingers wrapped around the base of Mattsun’s cock. When you suggested a threesome, he immediately knew who you would agree to allow in your bed that he would feel comfortable sharing you with. He didn’t expect it would be this hot to watch his high school friend with his girlfriend.
Your head fell back when the black haired man grabbed your hips and lowered you, the tip of his cock breaching your entrance. You gasped at the stretch, “Too big.”
“C’mon, pretty girl.” He said as he pushed off the doorway and shoved his own pants down his legs. His shirt followed soon after, then he climbed on the bed behind you. He grabbed your ass, spreading your cheeks to look as Mattsun’s cock disappeared inch by inch in your cunt. “I know you can take it. Don’t you wanna feel us both inside you?” He moved his thumb to your puckered hole. You leaned away instinctively, making another inch slide in. Your head fell forward and your forehead rested against Mattsun’s.
You felt his hands leaving your skin, making you glance over your shoulder with a whine. You caught a glimpse of the bottle of lube he grabbed from the nightstand just as Mattsun’s lips met your neck, kissing and sucking on your skin. His mouth moved to your tits when you tried to sit up and held onto the headboard.
He pushed another inch in and– fuck, just how big he actually was? Iwaizumi poured the cold lube directly onto your ass, then had the audacity to laugh when you flinched with a squeal. He slowly worked his fingers in your ass until you were pushing back against his fingers and Mattsun’s cock was fully inside you.
The brunet coated his cock in lube before he was pushing into you. He grabbed your hair, tugging at the strands as he bottomed out. His cock twitched at the breathy moan that left you. “Look at you, taking us so well.” His grip tightened in your hair.
Mattsun reached up to grab your face, fingers digging into your cheeks. “What a greedy whore. Was Iwa’s cock not enough? Needed two cocks in you to be satisfied?”
He smirked when you clenched around him, then slowly started fucking into you. He let go of your face when Iwaizumi pulled you up by your hair, hands settling on your hips instead as they fucked you. Your boyfriend’s hand moved to your throat to tilt your head so you looked up into his eyes. He tapped your bottom lip twice and you opened your mouth. He spat directly on your tongue and pushed your chin with his thumb to close your mouth again. You obediently swallowed and your tongue lolled out again to show him. Mattsun’s hands tightened on your hips at the display.
You fell back on top of Mattsun when Iwaizumi let go of you. His fingers slid down between your bodies, quickly finding your clit. He groaned as you met his eyes, his name leaving your lips in a whimper as you neared the edge again. The sound went straight to his cock yet again.
“Need to pull out, I’m about to-“
You shook your head immediately. “Want it inside.” You said, holding onto the headboard again as you started fucking yourself on their cocks.
He barely held it together for two more thrusts before he was spilling his cum inside you. Iwaizumi followed right after with a low moan.
Your boyfriend grabbed you and turned you around to lay on Mattsun’s chest, who grabbed your thighs to spread you open. The brunet leaned down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. His tongue darted out to lick from Mattsun’s base to the tip of his cock, then he switched to your pussy, eating you out until you were trembling and moaning his name loudly.
Only when they were lying on the bed at each side of you after cleaning up the mess they left between your thighs did you realize you had been set up.
“Makki was never invited tonight, was he?”
Matsukawa’s snort was answer enough.
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emmyrosee · 1 year ago
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“Pssst…”
“Choke.”
“Wanna makeout?”
Instantly, as if on a cue, Hajime’s face blisters into a flush, eyes widening and brows angry as he whips his head to face you.
You’re smiling, and he hates it, and you’re wearing his shirt that completely drowns your frame, hands and knees on the mattress just inches away, and he’s convinced he could live an extra 15 years if you hadn’t stumbled into his life.
But you did stumble into his life. Yay him.
His pencil taps rapidly against his desk, his studying having been completely hijacked by your straightforward flirts. Inviting you to do homework with him never really ended well, and how he hasn’t learned this lesson yet, is a mystery to you both.
“I’m busy.”
You huff and shift to sit on the bed as the gods intended, “you can take three minutes to makeout with me.”
“When was the last time we made out less than ten minutes?” He asks, and he wishes he hadn’t by the way your cocky grin splays over your face.
“Cant help that you’re into me,” you croon. He groans as he tosses his hand up to his face, scrubbing gently to revitalize himself. He’s quickly snapped out of it when he feels your feet wrap around the base of his desk chair and pull him closer to the bed.
This, has him chuckling from disbelief, moving his hands from his face and letting his eyes flick towards your feet. “Be so for real right now,” he says, snickering.
You bite your tongue between your teeth, but before you can do anything else, you scream as he makes a dash at you, barely letting you kick in defense before he pins you down to the bed, his broad chest doing most of the caging while his fingers spider up your sides and his lips sponge kisses on your neck and ears.
“You’re so annoying,” he growls, the vibrations of the rasp tickling your neck. His fingers still and instantly, your arms shift to toss around his neck, looking up at him longingly.
You lift a hand up to card his hair away from his face, “hi.”
“Hey baby.”
With that, he leans down to kiss you, knee planting on the bed to keep him stable and allow him to deepen the kiss. You mewl happily, letting your fingers push his head impossibly closer to you.
You taste sweet, like the bowl of fruit you’ve been stealing from him for the past hour, and you’re so warm from being swaddled in his blankets that he feels calm just by being close to you.
Then again, you always have that affect on him.
With a slight bite of your lips, he slowly starts to pull back, planting little pecks to soothe the bites. You giggle happily and reach up eagerly for each one.
“Haji?”
“What?”
Biting your lip cheekily, he hardens his gaze and reinforces his grip slightly, ready to restart a tickle attack if needed.
“Got you to makeout with me.”
You smirk and lick his nose with the tip of your tongue, making him reel back slightly with a scrunch of his face. He looks at you blankly, while you laugh and play with the locks of hair at the nape of his neck.
“How do you always manage to get your damn way?” He mumbles, leaning down to press another kiss on your lips. Under him, you giggle and chase his lips, clearly eager that now you’ve gotten him to kiss you once, he’s keen to give you more.
Like he always does.
Like he always will.
“Cant help that you’re into me.”
“I really am. Asshole.”
“I love you, too.”
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tojisprettywife · 9 months ago
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{note: *sigh* once again, unedited, not proof read, all characters are aged up. minors DNI.}
warnings: somnophilia?, nipple sucking, abt titty obsessed men
i keep thinking of how he’s so obsessed with boobs. even non sexually, stressed out?, his hands creep up under your top, just holding them. squeezing them, feeling their warmth. even in his sleep, he likes holding one titty in his palm. small or big, perky or not, he loves it. and when he wakes up earlier than you, feeling a little hot and bothered, his cock semi hard, he slowly lifts up your tee, his index finger tracing circles around your nipple. his breath warm on your nipples, causing them to harden. “mmh” you stir lightly in sleep but are too tired to wake up and notice what’s going on. he looks at you, to see whether you’re awake. he notices you’re still asleep, so he cups your breasts gently. both his index fingers, circling around your nipples, his eyes are fixated on them. he lowers his head slowly, taking one of your nipple into his mouth. his warm mouth, enveloping your hardened nipple. swirling his tongue, flicking his tongue on it, his hips slightly grinding against your thigh. he slightly whimpers, your tits either calm him down or turn him on a lot. his teeth slightly grazed your nipple, “mmmh” you stir awake lightly, look down at him. his eyes look into yours as his pretty lips are still around your nipple. “love?…” you softly say, registering what’s going on. you still keeps sucking on it slowly, looking into your eyes, his cock fully hard, pressing against your thigh. he pull away from your nipple, as a string of salvia connecting his lips to your nipple. he moves to other nipple, your hand finds his hair, gripping it as he sucks on the nipple harder. “ahhh” you moan softly, he pulls away lightly, pressing soft kisses on rest of your breast. “g’morning love” his voice rumbles in his chest, hoarse in the morning. “mmh morning baby” you say playing with his hair, as he keeps pressing kisses all over chest. “so pretty” he mumbles to himself, burying his face in between your breasts, grinding his clad cock against your clad sex. “baby….mmh” he tugs and pinches one of your nipples with his thumb and index finger eliciting a sharp moan. his soft kisses travel up to your neck, kissing that one spot that makes you shiver. his right hand slides past the waist band of your panties. “can we?…”
~ Choso Kamo! , Iwaizumi Hajime, Miya Osamu, Adriah Thomas, Chikara Ennoshita, Noritoshi Kamo, Megumi?, Rukawa Kaede, Miyagi Ryota!
~honorable mentions: Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Oikawa Toru, Mitsui Hisashi.
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clawsdevour · 26 days ago
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wc: 0.2k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, iwaizumi x reader, smut, not proofread
ョ˒ 𓈒 ..
hajime, the type of man to go at a turtle's pace the moment he enters a centimeter of his tip inside your gripping plush walls. the girth that scratches upon the tightness leaving you both breathless as he continues to ease himself inside.
cursing under his hot breath till his pelvis hit yours, coming to a halt for fresh air as his deep eyebrows furrow in suppressed stimulation. recollecting himself while his hips move themselves, gradually shoving you full to the brim of him.
the slow pace thrusts always drive you crazy. the satisfying length that leaves and enters, prodding at your sensitive spots that leave you agasped and clawing at his broad muscular back.
purring out his name inbetween every movement, feeling the closeness reach out from within as you moaned louder each time. the stimulation was so good it had you begging for iwaizumi to go harder and faster.
obeying your request, he ends up making you forget your own name.
masterlist here
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euphoricimagination · 11 months ago
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𝓗𝓪𝓲𝓴𝔂𝓾𝓾 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓴-𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵 - Part 2
Feat. Aoba Johsai & Fukurodani
Premise: You had to do something else for a week and a half, leaving the boys alone for that period. Although they told the coaches that they could survive without you, the coaches ask a girl to help them out instead. They weren’t particularly excited, which got worse the more they spent time with her
Aoba Johsai
Since Seijoh’s volleyball club was very popular among the students, the coach had no problems in looking for someone to be there while you weren’t
In fact, the coach found two, mostly because there were a lot of duties during that week
Unnecessary in the eyes of the team, they were fine before you, they don’t need two of them now
Not even a day passed when the team were dreading this decision; not only they were Oikawa fans to begin with, but they were also annoying
Even Oikawa couldn’t find joy in this situation
The normally heartthrob of the team, the one that adores receiving attention, couldn’t stand them, missing your *playful* punches and scoldings
You luckily were able to hang out with them after their Sunday practice, when it had become a tradition to go to the nearest shopping mall to eat a meal as a team
So to surprise them, you went there without them, planning to raid their table
When you saw them walking into the food court you couldn’t help but giggle, one girl was holding the arm of a very disgusted Oikawa, while the other was clearly acting like a dude alongside an annoyed Iwaizumi, everyone else ignoring them
You started looking at the menus, deciding what to eat, ordering a burger and some fries
“Wow, you’re eating…that? Someone is not thinking about hot girls summer” you hear from your left, one of the girls looking at you as if you were committing a sin
“yeah I don’t care”
“That’s all you’re getting? I could not eat only that, I’m ordering like 6 burgers” another voice comes from your other side, the other girl was there too
“…ok” you say, starting to understand why the team was so fed up with them. The team looks mean, but they were never unnecessary rude
“can I have a salad? I wish I could eat..that, but I’m too worried about how I look, you know” the girl in your left says
“I just got done playing volleyball with the team, so I need like…6.000.000 calories, imagine only eating a salad” the other says, making you sigh
“I love your make up, by the way! It’s so…natural, I wish I had the confidence to not care about how I look on public, good for you!” the girl says with a sarcastic tone
“imagine even wearing make up every day and trying that hard, like I just roll out of bed an-”
“I don’t care about any of your thoughts, so shut up please” you say annoyed, you didn’t know if you were annoyed, uncomfortable or straight up angry, but before you could add anything else an arm wraps your shoulder
“Yn-chaan!” Oikawa squishes you
“Yn-san, you’re here!” Kindaichi exclaims, relief appearing on his face. Kunimi gets slightly closer to you, a move that means that he wants some type of affection, so you pat his head
“Y-you know her?” the princess type of girl asks, eyes wide
“She is our dear manager” Matsukawa adds, Hanamaki nodding with a smirk that only grew bigger when the girl shrieks
“H-her?! But she looks so weak! And I bet she doesn’t know shit about sports! Like.. she’s a girl!” the ‘tomboy’ girl says now
“don’t get too comfortable now, you were just a substitute for her, not the other way around. She is the best manager we could ever ask for” Oikawa says mockingly, hugging you tighter
“b-b-but…”
“you can leave now, we have our manager back, we don’t need you two here anymore” Iwaizumi ends the conversation, taking your tray with food as they all take you to the table
“I still have a few days that I can’t be there” you tell them once you were sitting
“we’ll manage” Iwaizumi says
“What Yn-chaan? Are you sure you aren’t missing this handsome face of mi-ouch!” Oikawa tries to say, but you punch him making the team laugh
You were at peace again
Fukurodani
Despite having another managers in their rooster, the coach decided to ask the manager of other team to help them out
After all the team is big, so another hand wouldn’t be bad
The team was nice, so they did try their best to make her feel welcome eve if it was for a week and a half
But she was making things hard
Washio tried to be a gentleman, but he ended up not interacting much with her
Konoha, in the other hand, was sarcastic, but she was either too dense or too delusional to realize
Akaashi tried to be understanding, but even he was starting to get tired of it
And Bokuto, even with his loud and extroverted personality, ended up just trying to avoid her
When you came back, you had the *amazing* opportunity to meet her first hand, right after entering the gym
What the guys have told you wasn’t particularly encouraging, yet you still wanted to give her a fair shot
“Why are you looking at me? It’s just a knee brace, you never seen something like this?” she tells you, before you could even say hi
“well, hi, nice to meet you too”
“So…you are the manager? The one that I’m replacing? Well, of course you don’t know what this is, since you don’t play any sports”
“well, before I kinda did some cheerleading, but it wasn't for me so I joined this idiots and…”
“exactly! Cheerleading isn’t a sport! Gosh, how are you even the manager of this team”
“Yn!!” Bokuto enters the gym, hugging you tightly as he spins around. Akaashi was behind, who gives you a smile
“If you were wondering! I got injured by playing football…and then basketball and then volleyball with the boys, remember that Bokuto?!”
“eh..nope” bokuto answers confused
“Well me neither”
“anyways! I’m back on the team, so thank you for…well, being here. I’ll take care of it from here on out…unless the guys want you to stay..?” you say
“NO!” a collective answer came in, way too quickly. You resisted a laugh
“well, that settles it, good luck with your knee brace” you push her out softly, a grunt coming from her
“Thank god you’re back Yn-chan” Akaashi tells you, the team patting your head lovingly
“we should celebrate! After practice lets go to eat!” Bokuto adds
“okay! Bokuto is paying!” Konoha says, going to the court to start practicing
You see bokuto whine as he goes too, everyone joining while making fun of the owl boy.
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lale-txt · 2 months ago
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❥ 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏? ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢, 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐔𝐤𝐚𝐢 & 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨
☆ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 & 𝐜𝐰: i would like to thank my insomnia for being useful for once. reader is gn! food mention in the Osamu & Ukai drabbles. the Iwaizumi one is a little bittersweet, otherwise mostly fluff.
☆ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :1.5k
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𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 is pretty sure he’s seeing an angel. Illuminated only by the light above the kitchen stove, your silhouette looks suspiciously like it’s wrapped in a full body halo. He doesn’t ask, just shuffles over and wraps his arms around you from behind, his face pressed into your neck and inhaling the scent of what is home to him. Only when you hold out a spoonful of leftover curry over your shoulder does he look up and let you feed him, followed by a low pleased rumble against your back. You tried to be quiet during your 3AM munchies, you really did, but if there’s one thing that wakes Osamu then it’s the sound of a pot lid being lifted and the scraping of a spoon against a ceramic bowl. He doesn’t mind though; he’d rather be up with you than reach for you in his sleep and find your side of the bed empty. The way to the heart is through the stomach or whatever that saying is–he can’t remember, but he knows for sure that he fell in love with you bite for bite, devouring you till his heart was full of you. 
𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 is a light sleeper, always has been since he was a kid. If he doesn’t drown out every single sound and every glimpse of light with two pillows smushed against the sides of his face, it’s just not happening. That is until he met you. The first time you slept next to him, curled up against his back, Kuroo found himself confused how easily his body settled in next to yours. His weary head falling against your shoulder, your fingers threading through his messy hair, touching spots no one ever has–before he knew, he was melting into you, one arm snuck around your middle to keep you from moving away from him. Ever. It’s almost ridiculous how he has to fight to stay awake, not wanting the pillow talk to end just yet. Not because you bore him, hell no, it’s just that your presence is more soothing than anything else in this world to him. Your soft voice in his ear carries him into his dreams, allowing him to sleep soundly now that he knows he’ll never have to miss you in his life again. 
𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 sees the small green dot next to your name at 3AM and knows you’re probably messaging your fictional husbands in that otome game of yours again. He doesn’t mind. If anything, it gives him an excuse to text you and not worry about waking you up from the sound of your phone going off. You’re so quick to reply to him, too, scolding him that he’s not allowed to pull an all-nighter again, as if you were any better. He laughs quietly to himself when he puts on his headset (the one with kitty ears you got him for his birthday) and starts the voice chat. You sound sleepy, and he knows you’re probably gonna pass out on him in the next couple of minutes, but he’d rather hear your sleepy babbling than not hear your voice at all. You’ll tell him all about your dreams tomorrow, when he lays down for a nap with his head in your lap and you tease him by tracing the dark circles under his eyes, only to run your fingers soothingly through his pudding hair until he falls asleep with a small smile on his lips.
𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 hates those overnight bus rides. It’s too crowded, everyone around him is snoring, it smells like a locker room after a match and he can’t bring his satin pillow with him because the risk of someone else snatching it would be too high. At least there’s you. It’s always you. Only you. He wordlessly slips into the seat next to you, knowing you never find sleep during those long hours on the road either, no matter how tired you are. The two of you have a routine down by now; first he shrugs off his jacket and wraps it around your shoulders, then you take out one of your earbuds and hold it out for him before shuffling through your playlist and showing him whatever song is currently stuck on your mind. It never takes long till your head sinks against his shoulder, your hand sliding into his, fitting so neatly like a puzzle piece. His thumb brushes over your knuckles when he kisses the top of your head softly. He can’t wait to be home again to fully indulge in you, but for now this will do. 
𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 thinks it’s a bad idea. But when you knocked on his door, your pillow clutched to your chest and asking if you could sleep in his bed tonight, his rigidity crumbled in a heartbeat. He couldn’t possibly send you back to your room across the hallway, not when he saw your puffy eyes and the small wobble of your bottom lip. Now you’re lying in bed next to him, the blanket pulled up to the tip of your nose, and he can tell that you still feel like crying but you’re also relieved over not having to be alone anymore. So is he. More than you’ll ever know. Yeah, it’s a bad idea, but when he holds out an arm for you to crawl into and you inch closer to him, your hand coming to rest sprawled out across his ribcage, Iwaizumi promises himself to protect your heart, even if it meant breaking his own in return. His whole world shrinks down to just you and him, and for as long as he can keep his arms wrapped around you, your head tucked under his chin, maybe for as long he can keep on dreaming. 
𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 is surprised to find you still up. Work has dragged on forever today, the crushing deadline looming over him, and then there was this after-work dinner and karaoke bar with his colleagues he couldn’t decline again, and the commute home took him forever, and… his trail of thoughts is interrupted when your gentle hand wraps around his wrists and pulls him down to sit on the edge of the mattress with you. He doesn’t even have it in him to protest anymore, all of his tension melting away under your soft caress. You take his glasses off and put them down on the bedside table for him before wrapping your arms around him from behind, small kisses pressed to the side of his neck. He tells you all the time that you shouldn’t wait for him, that it’s getting late. But if you’d ask him in secret he’d admit that coming home to you was his favorite thing in the entire world, that the dim glow of your nightstand lamp was like a lighthouse, guiding him back into your arms, right where he belonged.
𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈 stubs out his cigarette before reaching for the thick blanket he draped around your shoulders, making sure it hugs you nicely. You’re slumped over the table in the back room of the Sakanoshita store, your arms folded underneath your head, snoring quietly without a single worry in the world. The time you spent too giddy to fall asleep last night–all because of the first snow of the year–is now catching up on you, it seems. He told you several times that you could sleep in, that you don’t have to get up during this ungodly hour with him to open up the store, but you insisted and who was he to refuse you anything? Somehow the morning rush of high schoolers and grannies was much more bearable, knowing you were snoozing only a few meters away from him. Your position couldn’t possibly be comfortable, and he takes a mental note to spoil you later tonight–get your favorite takeout, draw you a bath, rewatch your favorite movie while snuggled up on the couch. Loving you left a mark on him like your footsteps in the snow, when it was quiet in the night and just you dancing with your arms held high. 
𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 is restless. Technically he should be powered out by now, having won a big game earlier today and spending hours entertaining reporters, fans and the rest of his team. But it’s the first night you two get to spend together after weeks apart and there’s no way he can fall asleep just now, knowing he could use that time kissing and cuddling you instead. Fortunately, you feel the same. Your legs are tangled up under the covers, and you don’t get to finish a single sentence without him stealing a kiss from your lips. Bokuto looks at you like you’re the sun, the moon and all his stars, a whole universe just for him. He tries to focus on what you’re saying, he really does, but you gotta understand that it’s hard when he just can’t get enough of the sweet little sounds you make when your lips part for him or the way your body melts into him the moment his arms come around you. You’re his, and he missed you more than anything. And if sleep really dares to come over you both, he’ll find you in your dreams again, not letting you out of sight now that he has you again. 
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lilacrwses · 1 month ago
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▸ their s/o is drunk and doesn't recognize 'em
summary: Partying all night, dancing and definitely drinking made you drunk enough to not recognize your sweet boyfriend.
ft: iwaizumi, bokuto
note: i hope you guys like this, it’s been a while
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Iwaizumi
Iwa just came back from a training camp overseas, so he was really tired and just want to cuddle with you.
Might he be forgetting that you were partying out with your friends so he expects that you won't be coming home early?
He did quite everything while waiting for you, cleaning the apartment-which by the way he realized that it was already clean enough on its own.
He took a bath, and would probably get in trouble as he used your favorite bath bomb without permission, but nothing a kiss can't fix.
Well, what he had to do next was just wait for you. The moment his phone lights up and recognizes his ringtone only for your contact- he rushes swiftly and answered it only to be welcomed by your friends voice?
"Iwaizumi-chan, hello! Can you pick up Y/n at XXX-XXX-XXX. She's pretty tipsy at the momeng. Don't rush though! we'll be with her till you're here." He gets his car keys and locks the apartment door before going out. "I'll be there in 5." He quickly presses the red button which ends the call.
Numerous thoughts were clouding his brain right now. Mainly focused on you and how tipsy are you.
In just a couple of minutes, his phone had told him to turn and then he'll arrive at his destination. No doubt that you were right there sitting out at one of the chairs of the club with your friends.
To say that you were cute doing nothing makes him realize how badly he's down for you.
"Iwaizumi-chan! Thank god you're here. She's been telling us how much she misses you, please take care of her from her." Iwa nods and gave a wave to your friends and then focuses his vision on your body.
He walked closer to your figure and helped you stand, but he was just pushed away. Dumbfounded he cooed you and tried again.
"If you lay your hand on me one. more. time, I promise my boyfriend will beat you into a pulp." he smirks and leans in closer to your face.
"Oh yeah? I bet you must love your boyfriend to reject someone like me huh." He plays along with the drunken act. "I love him so much that it hurts." He panics when tears came out of his eyes.
"Hey baby, what's wrong?" Iwaizumi cups your cheeks and wiped the stray tears away. You looked into his eyes and you noticed a familiar warm loving gaze that you'd been missing for a while.
"Are you my hajime? B-but he wasn’t supposed to come home till….tonight" You hiccup.
“You’re my haji!”
"Yes, baby. Now, will you let me touch you now?" You nodded and jumped into his arms right now.
"Ooof- Careful right there." He didn't hear anything but your cute little snores, he might be tired right now but having that little talk with you just gave him a bit-- a lot of energy in return.
Bokuto
This big ball of fluff was with his teammates for an after-party game.
You, on the other hand, are with your friends and are bar hopping. Expectantly Bokuto wandered his eyes searching for a familiar person, but none to be found.
He just thought that you are still probably having fun with your friends.
He reassured himself that a little bit over twelve is still early so here he is patiently waiting for you (even though there's a slight chance you'll never come) while still enjoying his time with his very own friends.
From the perspective of his teammates, it was odd to see Bokuto sitting in one place and not moving so much. Is it because of his drink?
The loud music of the bar made communication a tad difficult. However, Bokuto did not fail to hear his phone ring with the help of the ringing vibration, of course.
His face did lit up when he saw your nickname on his screen and almost took no time to answer the phone.
"My pretty baby! I miss you so much, What took you so long to call, I was waiting." Bokuto is now in his baby voice pouting, much to his joy it was actually your friend who called him and told him you guys were sitting from a distance to where he and his teammates were.
"Oh, thanks! I'll be right there in a minute." It might seem that Bokuto was drinking beer the whole time but it was actually just an orange juice. He didn't plan on getting drunk before he could pick you up.
Akaashi had told him it was not a gentlemanly move to be drunk and be taken care of his s/o. But to be completely honest, Akaashi just told him that so he could spare you handling Bokuto's weakness #12.
He finally saw where you were when he noticed one of your friends waved their hands to get Bokuto's attention. "Bokuto-kun, we're really sorry. She got pretty enthusiastic and got carried away." your friend scratched her nape.
"It's ok, I'll take her from here. Thanks for dropping by though."
Your friends bid goodbyes to Bokuto before leaving. Your boyfriend helped you stand up, you were blinking your eyes trying to see the person that's in front of you. The moment Bokuto landed his hands to your waist you pushed him enough to collide with another person.
Bokuto apologized repeatedly before directing his attention to you again. His thoughts start to bother him. Couldn't you recognize him? How many drinks did you take?
But He tried again, "Y/n baby, it's Kou. You're boyfriend." It seemed that his puppy eyes were enough for you to recognize him.
"Kou?" He nodded
"Yes! Yes, baby!"
You immediately jumped your way to Bokuto, and kissed him."You're my Kou!" He laughed catching you in his arms. "Now let's get you home." He kisses your lips before dropping a text to his team's group chat.
Akaashi was right! He should be taking care of you when you're drunk. Only because he gets to see this new side of you.
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noosayog · 2 years ago
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baby fever ft. iwaizumi hajime
wc: 200
ushijima | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama | oikawa
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You watch as Miya Atsumu settles into his seat in front of the reporters before setting the little toddler into his lap. She babbles quietly, incoherently as Atsumu answers question after question. 
“Yeah,” you hear Atsumu say, “I think the team works really well together because-” 
“Wa!” the little girl interrupts. 
“Because of our high school rivalries-” 
“Wawa-chan!” 
You watch Atsumu’s little daughter lock focus on Hajime standing next to you, reaching her stubby arms out to him. 
“Wawa-chan!” she repeats. 
Atsumu laughs, “she loves Iwaizumi, our athletic trainer.” 
You look over at your boyfriend, who’s trying to keep a straight face but also raises a hand to wiggle his fingers at the little Miya, who giggles in return. 
“I didn’t know you liked kids,” you whisper at him. 
“I don’t,” he says, all the while still making funny hand motions. 
“If you like them so much,” you snake your fingers into his large palm. “I could help you out.” 
Hajime squeezes your palm in reprimand. “Behave.” He looks over at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Anyway I’d like to get married before that.” 
You sigh dramatically, “such a gentleman. You weren’t last night when we were-” 
He slips the hand that was holding yours around your waist and gives the fat of your hips a solid squeeze. “Behave.” he whispers against your ear.
“Or I’ll make you later.”
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renardiererin · 4 months ago
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hajime iwaizumi whose favorite passtime is thigh riding. he had a hard day at work? tooru came in to bother him again? he's got you on his thigh the minute he's walked in the door, flexing to show off how his training has helped his muscles. he's got his strong hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his thigh, flexing to hit your clit in just the right way until he has you clinging to his shoulders and gasping for any ounce of your sanity you can keep.
@itsdragonius ... for you <3
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kuroosamuu · 3 months ago
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iwaizumi never particularly loved holding hands with anyone.
oikawa has tried it before and that was enough for iwaizumi to conclude that he doesn't like the feeling.
so when he was on his first date with you, walking side by side on a path as the sun was setting in front of you two, and he felt your hand getting closer to his, he wanted to pull away.
instinctively, of course.
but when he realized that it was your hand trying to interlace with his own, he allowed it.
and was he glad.
that was the first time. now, that you two have been saying for a year now, he can't be around you without holding your hand in some way.
whether you two are walking together and your hands or interlaced, or if you're sitting and he mindless plays with you fingers in his lap.
no matter what, he had to have his hands with yours, the feeling of being together always comforting and content for him.
so, maybe, iwaizumi doesn't hate holding hands. only if it's with you.
but then again, he's sure there's nothing he can hate when it comes to you.
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