#iwaizumi is perf bf

[samwrights]

Also (I did another ask so you can take your time) something nsfw with Iwa? Like you’re really close to Oikawa and he basically try to get you a boyfriend but every date is terrible to the point that one night you said to Iwa that you’re not “good looking” enough for someone to stay and then BAM he’s in the mood “Iwa praising you” 👀👀👀

Let’s just change No Filter Friday to Fuck Iwaizumi Friday

Warning: consumption of alcohol, language, praising, groping, slight dub-con (?)

“Dude, I am so fucking sick of this shit.” You snarl, barging into the shared apartment of Oikawa Tōru and Iwaizumi Hajime. Not necessarily an estranged occurrence, considering you and Oikawa were best friends. Even more so than the aforementioned roommates. The latter is sitting on their couch, perking up a little when you slam the weighted front door to the apartment. “Where the fuck is shittykawa?”

“Uh, he went out?” Iwaizumi flicks the television to pause the show he’s watching before peeling himself off the couch. For a moment, the ace stands still, watching you pace around his apartment tugging at your own hair while each step is accompanied the clomping of your heels against the hardwood. “What did he do now?”

“He keeps setting me up on these bunk ass blind dates and they all turn out to be fucking dicks!” Without permission or prompting, you all but stomp over towards their stainless steel fridge, grabbing the first beer bottle you set your sights on. Looking at the label, you scoffed. What college kid, athletes no less, stocked their fridge with heavy beers such as stouts?

Whatever, alcohol is alcohol.

Unceremoniously, you crack off the cap before pulling the the bulbous opening to your lips and taking rapid, unyielding glugs of the syrupy ale. Slamming the now half empty bottle on the granite counter, you wipe the residue, along with your nude inner lipstick off the back of your hand. “Who’d he set you up with this time? It was supposed to be Miya Atsumu tonight, right?”

“Yes,” you seethe, “he basically said that Tōru was wasting his time trying to find someone stupid enough to date me.” The words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. While it wasn’t what Atsumu said verbatim, he may as well have. To be more accurate, he more so said that Tōru was never going to find anyone that met your standards and the whole blind date thing was just wasted efforts.

“You know that’s not true, [name].” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, arms still folded over his broad chest as he slinks into the kitchen beside you as down the rest of the stout and fiend for another bottle. He made a mental note to bill you later.

“At this rate, maybe he’s got a point. Maybe I expect way too much for an ugly bitch.” You let out a laugh before allowing the tiny bubbles of the alcohol to fill your throat instead.

“Oh come on,” he groans, rolling his olive eyes in addition to his whole head, “you know you’re hot—don’t start that whole act.” The words leave his lips so nonchalantly, so uncaring even, making you choke on the liquid until the brown ale is sputtering out of your mouth.

“E-excuse me?” In response, Iwaizumi just quirks a brow once again in confusion. Did he not realize what he just said or...?

“What?”

“Iwaizumi Hajime, did you just call me hot?” Oh. Did you not know that? What an insane concept.

“Yeah? That’s a known fact?” Huh. That was news to you. Why was he acting so casual about of it? Judging the look on your face, Iwaizumi realizes you’re entirely unaware of this little campus-wide fact. “[name], why do you think Oikawa carries a list of people that are dying to date you?”

Huh? “What? N-no, t-that’s not—“

“Oikawa hasn’t been setting you up, he’s been setting them up with you because they all beg him for a chance with you.”

Then there’s silence. A long, awkward silence that can’t even be tampered off with you languidly sipping at the stolen stout. “I’m still waiting for you to say psyche,” you admit. The ace groans, rolling his eyes again before snatching one of your wrists and dragging you back to the foyer. The two of you are standing in front of the large, entryway mirror with Iwaizumi standing behind you and the two of you locking eyes in the mirror.

“You’re the one girl on campus that nobody can touch,” he starts off slowly, pulling your hair away from where it had fallen over your shoulders so that your locks didn’t obstruct his view. “Of course, the first thing everyone notices is your face. Specifically, your lips.” As he speaks, he plants one hand at your waist, the other coming to have his digits ghost over your full, plump lips, still covered in lipstick despite you trying to remove the dry residue earlier.

“W-what are you—“

“Personally, I really like your collarbones.” Iwaizumi interrupts, tracing his fingers along the taut flesh before cupping one of your breasts over the velvet black crop top you were wearing. “Surprised you went with a push up bra, today. You don’t need it.” Your face burns beet red as he gives said tit a reassuring squeeze before stepping closer and pulling your back flush against his broad chest.

Iwaizumi leans closer, eye contact remaining through the mirror as his heady breaths fan out over your neck. His hand drags down roughly from your breast, down your stomach before grabbing your ass over your dark washed denim. “You really don’t feel everyone staring at your ass everyday? Or wonder why I walk behind you and Oikawa on the way to class?”

“I thought you didn’t like being around the both of us.”

“Nah, I just wanted to look at your butt.” Iwaizumi’s hand gives your behind one more squeeze in addition to his lips anchoring themselves at the base of your neck. But something isn’t making sense to you, even through the cloudy haze of lust washing over you as he gropes.

“Y-you said everyone’s been asking Oikawa to set them up with me, so what about you?” A snort leaves his nostrils, accompanied with laughter rumbling in his throat and it doesn’t go over your head that you can feel him. You can feel the vibration of his skin against yours as he suckles on your neck, marking his newfound territory, no doubt. You feel the shaking of his chest as he’s pressed against your clothed back. You can feel his hardening erection through his jeans, threatening to break through the zipper as it presses into your lower back—you can feel all of him with only thin clothing acting as a barrier.

“Oikawa said I wasn’t allowed to even try. Something about being the third wheel,” he mumbles, traveling to the other side of your neck. This time his attention is significantly less as he takes the hand anchored at your waist to pull your chin towards him, eye contact solidifying in real time rather than being held together through a mirror. “I really wanna kiss you.”

“So do it.” And that’s all he needs. All the permission he needed before allowing his mouth to all but swallow your own, his tongue ravaging the inside of your cavern and unleashing years of pent up desire and depravity. You turn on your heel, pushing yourself to be chest to chest with Iwaizumi, draping your arms over him to clutch at the fabric of his shirt covering his torso.

Iwaizumi presses harder into you, forcing you to stumble into the mirror as his tongue massages the roof of his mouth. His large hands, no longer satisfied with feeling fabric in them, start stripping you of your shirt and bra hastily before throwing them onto the floor. “So fucking pretty, baby.” The ace mumbles, olive green eyes locked with yours as he takes one nipple into his mouth. “I’ve fantasized about this every day for years.” A moan escapes your lungs, though you’re unsure if the admission is the cause or the ministrations themselves.

“I-Iwa...”

“Don’t wanna fantasize anymore,” he drawls, tongue swirling around the pebble of your hardened nipple, “lemme fuck your pretty pussy, baby. Wanna feel you nice and tight around my dick.” Your hands frantically clutch at the back of his shirt, shedding the fabric hastily before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers.

Iwaizumi Hajime has a pretty cock. Who knew? It’s a beautiful amalgam of olive toned skin blushed bright red, weeping precum and screaming for relief.

Despite the minimal preparatory work, Iwaizumi learns that you’re absolutely soaked as he peels your underwear off and plunges his cock in with no preamble because Jesus Christ, he needs to stuff his length as far in as he can possibly go. “Holy shit,” he drawls.

For just a moment, the two of you are still, save for the way your chests are rising and falling rapidly as you both try to catch your breath. Iwaizumi is grinning, canines poking out as he grins, and despite the events that lead to his dick being buried inside you, there’s a glimmer in his eye that makes the dusty olive hue seem to shine like peridots. As he finally feels oxygen returning to his brain and settling the dizziness that overwhelms him, he lets out a soft laugh. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, nothing,” but you know by his tone there’s more to it than just nothing, “never thought I’d get to say I’m the one fucking the sexiest girl on campus.” By the way the walls of your warmth momentarily clench around his length before relaxing again, Iwa knew he’d done something right. Apparently the praise was going straight from your ears to your pussy. “So fucking tight, too.” He adds, moving his hips slightly to allow the weight of his dick to pressure your nerves. The slow movements in addition to his lips that were now latched onto your collarbones made you dizzy, made you want to scream. “Lemme hear your voice, baby,”

If that was supposed to be a warning, the warning did little to prepare you for the intensity of his hips bucking into yours rapidly and ferociously. Thank god or whoever was up there that Iwaizumi was holding you in place because surely you would have slid to the ground with the way your feet were nearly dangling above the floor. On every withdrawal of his cock, a breathy whine leaves your lips, wordlessly begging and crying for more. “Be a good girl and wrap your legs around me, ‘kay?” The ace manages out between his own pants. You could only oblige.

The slightest shift allows the curve of his dick to nuzzle and nestle along your g-spot ever so slightly, teasingly coaxing your walls to tighten to prolong the feeling of Iwaizumi filling you whole. The entire time, the only sounds leaving your lips are broken sobs of the name of the man fucking you while he is spewing every filthy thought that came to mind. “You feel so fucking good around me, baby.”

“Want you to cum in me,” you mumble, nestling your face into Iwaizumi’s shoulder while laying limp in his control.

“Yeah, gonna take my cum like a good girl?” In response, you could only nod because words were just not a thing right now. “I asked you a question, baby girl.”

“Yes!” You cry out, unaware of the sound of the locks turning not even three feet from the two of your entangled bodies as Oikawa opens the door to the apartment.

“Iwa, I’m—oh what the fuck guys.”

[samwrights]

YOU SAID YOU NEEDED A NAP SO NOW I NEED NAP HEADCANNONS WITH YOUR FAVORITE BOYS!! Whenever you’re back from break of course!

You know what, I’mma answer this RIGHT NOW. Because all I want in life right now is snuggles with Hanamaki.

Hanamaki;

If he naps with you, he’s the kinda guy that needs to be completely entangled with you.

I’m talking interlocking legs, both arms around you, face buried in your neck kinda tangled.

He doesn’t take long naps—he’d get bored of sleeping.

Though, Makki wouldn’t be opposed to just holding you while you napped either.

Definitely prefers a nap in bed rather than the couch; he can’t always sprawl his lanky ass out on a couch.

Needs three pillows at all times. Two for his head, one around his back

10/10 can picture him owning a pregnancy pillow because of this

After school/class naps are his favorite.

Perfect time to wake up is 4pm regardless of the time the nap started.

But even after waking up, he’s a little slow to get back up just because he’d rather lay cuddled up with his person.

Iwaizumi;

He’s not a napper. At all.

But if you need one, you can bet he’s there rubbing out knots in your backs and legs

Or playing with your hair if he’s not feeling up to giving a massage.

I don’t see Iwa being a tangler. I see him more of a “put your head on my chest and you nap, I’ve got you” type of man.

Sign me the fuck up.

He will also wake you up if your nap exceeds more than two hours because he still wants you to get a decent nights rest.

However, if you had a particularly bad day, he’d sneak out and make you dinner.

In the rare occasion that he does take an actual nap with you, he doesn’t use a pillow.

You are his pillow.

Has to have an arm around your waist at all times when sleeping or napping. Oof those veiny arms again.

Akaashi;

Yoooo did you say it’s nap time?

Akaashi’s all over it.

He’ll nap with you anywhere—the couch, your bed, hell even the floor.

Because he’s just so comfortable laying on you.

If you nap on the arm of the couch with your feet tucked under you, Akaashi will join you by sleeping in the weird space between your ass and thigh.

If you’re napping in bed, he prefers to hold you very close—close enough to rest his head on top of yours.

Shit, he naps more than you do.

But if he doesn’t feel he needs one, a rarity, he prefers to have you rest your head in his lap.

Mostly because you keep him warm, also because he loves playing with your hair.

Definitely prefers couch naps over bed naps.

[samwrights]

sammæ hello !! may i request sum fluffy hcs of what it's like living with boyf kuroo, iwa and suga please i eat that domestic shit up and i am STARVING😩😩😩

BABIE YESSSSSSS~ lemme feed ya; slight NSFW ahead!

Kuroo;

Living with Kuroo is the epitome of being with the boys™️

It’s not super tidy, not super cluttered either

But theres no pictures on the walls, bare couch, minimal dishes.

It’s time to domesticate.

Slowly but surely, you start bringing in little knickknacks around the apartment just to add a homey, personal feel.

Paintings and pictures of city landscapes, artist renditions of scenery from his favorite video games—things like that.

Blankets. Kuroo learned his favorite thing you brought to the apartment was a myriad of plush blankets for the couch.

There is one thing you’re hella proud of him for—he’s an amazing cook.

So in return for you spending the day trying to kind of make the apartment your guys’ space as a couple, rather than just his, he slaves away at a delicious meal.

Calls you over to taste test.

Oof, Kuroo with an apron that says kiss the cook while holding a spoon up for you to taste? Sign me up 🤤🤤

Speaking of food—Kuroo is ten million percent in charge of the grocery shopping.

You will buy junk food. He will kill you.

Nourish your body inside and out by drinking water and giving it good food!!

Occasionally he will splurge and buy a pint of vanilla ice cream.

But this comes with him making homemade rolled crepes for the two of you as a treat.

Have I mentioned that the kitchen is his domain?

Cause Kuroo can definitely bake too.

The only times he does is for your birthday though.

Always with a small cake that serves you both made with fresh fruit, complete by dolloping a glob of whipped cream on your nose.

Iwaizumi;

Have I mentioned that Iwaizumi is the perfect boyfriend?

He’s the perfect boyfriend. Husband. Let’s honor him properly.

While he totally believes in an equal share of housework, there are two things you absolutely do not do.

Taking out the garbage and mowing the lawn.

First one cause uhoh stinky, but the second.

I don’t need to tell you guys to imagine Iwa mowing the lawn with no shirt on while his arms are flexing. You’re already doing it.

Even though he’s sweaty and covered in stray grass clippings and even smells like rotten matcha, you strip him right at the back door. Fuck the neighbors, they like the show.

Commence screwing your husband the minute he walks through the threshold.

Then again in the shower.

N e ways, outside of potentially hopefully getting pregnant from this weekly ritual, there’s more to it.

After Iwa’s had his shower, you start cutting up some fruit for the two of you while he lets the dog run around the freshly cut yard and firing up the grill.

Totally feed him pieces of watermelon while he’s grilling.

If you aren’t feeding him, you’re playing fetch with the dog.

When Haji’s almost done with all the food, you start lighting the torches around the deck of your home while the sun goes down.

Every Sunday is a nice, quiet family picnic between the two of you while your dog sits at your feet.

Iwaizumi is the dog dad that feeds his pup expensive ass steak.

“He’s gotta eat as good as we do.” 🤷🏻‍♂️

He’s not wrong.

But also the dog eats better than you do.

Sugawara;

omfg living with momma Suga is a dream come true.

Second most perf boyf, IMO.

You guys are 100% the animal couple.

Even though you’re technically only allowed two pets—pffft.

Two cats, hamsters, gerbils, and a sugar glider.

The last one was a special gift you got for Suga for your three year anniversary.

Despite all the animals—the apartment is tidy.

Honestly I think he would have an aneurysm if it wasn’t.

Dishes are always washed directly after use.

Dusting every single Saturday.

No major clutter—a couple of knickknacks and trophies are the only exception.

Once a month, you guys have to Marie Kondo the apartment. There is no spring cleaning, only Suga cleaning.

But, especially after days like this, the two of you would take a long, hot relaxing bath together.

Thankfully your en-suite was suited for this with a massive tub that could fit two easily.

He already knows you’re sore.

As soon as the two of you settle in, with your back to his chest, he always massages the aching muscles in your neck and shoulder blades.

Until your head relaxes into his chest as well. Then his just holds you tighter to him.

It was days like this you wondered why the hell you haven’t married him yet.

Just you wait.

[samwrights]

hello! 👉🏻👈🏻 could i request some hcs of what their crush does that makes Kuroo, Iwaizumi and Akaashi soft?

Yessssss I’m a big ole softie this morning—here ya go anon!

Kuroo;

Laugh at his jokes, even when they’re incredibly dorky.

Plan for the future with him.

Daydreams and fantasies.

Loving inanimate objects.

Singing in the shower—bonus points for corny love songs.

The excitement in sharing an accomplishment; oh my god you just beat his high score in some stupid game, he’s so proud.

Iwaizumi;

Watching your passion about your hobby come alive.

Includes seeing you lose your shit when your favorite song comes on the radio.

Laying in his lap.

Serious talks.

Self-care! He wants to see his baby drink lots of water and try to better themselves.

No doubts—like you’re sure everything that is happening, is happening for good reason.

Akaashi;

Photo albums and mementos.

Animals—including the way you fawn over literally every animal you see wherever you are.

Physical contact.

Reassurance—Keiji isn’t as confident as you think.

Planning for a future together, and working to make it happen.

Candid moments in which the two of you are doing something entirely menial, but just one look and he’s thankful you’re in his life.

[samwrights]

ahem...i propose impreg link for the haikyuu boys...just which ones do you think have one? 👀

I’ve mentioned this briefly in my Baby Fever hc, but

Iwaizumi » this dude is head over h e e l s at the thought of fucking a baby into you. It’s so hot? Like oh, my baby wants to be filled with my cum? Hell yeah. She’s gonna be having my kid? Hell yeah. Iwa would literally impregnate you again and again until you physically couldn’t anymore.

I also think that Sugawara, Terushima, Kuroo, LEV Semi, and Ushijima have one.

[samwrights]

So ☝🏻 hear me out ☝🏻 Surfer!iwaizumi 🙏🏻 I've been thinking about this all morning

As a former resident of Aiea, I stan this!

Iwa to me would be the guy that you’re terrified to ask for help learning how to surf because he’s so graceful and elegant—he makes it look so fucking easy, it’s not fair. Plus he isn’t always the most approachable person cause hello, tanned skin and beautiful olive eyes to boot. Ooh, baby.

So you just admire from afar, all but gawking at the way the water makes his skin glisten. You think Iwaizumi doesn’t notice, but you ain’t slick. “Is there a reason you’re always here? Just staring?”

Damn.

“N-Not particularly,” you try to slide off the embarrassment similarly to the way the remnants of the ocean drip off his tanned chest. “You’re just really cool to watch?” Iwaizumi plants his board in the sand near the towel you’re laying on before sitting down next to you.

“Yeah, you surf or nah?” You give a shake of your head. “Wanna learn? I’ll teach you.”

“W-what? No, you don’t have to—“ but Iwaizumi insists, leading you to the following day. The brunette’s rented a smaller board for you to learn the basics, showing you how to paddle with him keeping the board steady for you.

Lessons continue on every time the two of you encounter each other for weeks. “Ready to go on the water?” He’s optimistic, you muse, to think you’re ready to actually face a wave. But Iwaizumi has been watching and studying you and he knows that if worse comes to worse, he won’t let any harm come your way.

“Uh...”

“We can go together. I’ve got you, okay?” Somehow, his eight simple words was enough to convince you to share and occupy the small expanse of his surfboard with him. Iwaizumi straddled the wood behind you, guiding you as the two of you paddled further away from shore. “I’ve got you,” he says again, placing a large, sun-kissed hand on your shoulder. You turn to look at him as you go to speak your anxiety into existence, but the words never come out. Instead, they were swallowed by Iwaizumi’s lips as he planted a reassuring kiss on yours. “I’ve got you.” He repeats one more time.