Tag: Iwaizumi Hajime

Ahh could I request a couple of NSFW scenarios for Oikawa, Iwa and Kuroo where their fem s/o surprises them wearing only their jersey, panties and thigh highs~ (wow I feel really sinful asking for that, oh well no shame)

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

No shame at all, I
agree! Honestly, I wish I was small enough to even think about doing this with
any of the characters T~T Oh well… Thank you for requesting this sinful
perfection! -Admin Satori ❤

Oikawa/Iwaizumi/Kuroo Bokuto/Akaashi/Daichi

Oikawa Tooru:

Your arms slid around your boyfriend’s shoulders from behind
as he sat at his desk, his laptop open and playing video feed for the latest
games of their next opponent. Oikawa was in the zone, you knew, but you didn’t
pay that any mind, knowing he’d been whining at you earlier in the day about
how you didn’t pay enough attention to him. Well, now you were available to do
so, and you weren’t going to let a video stand in your way.

Slowly, your hands slid down his shirt, and you turned your
head so you were pressing open mouthed and sloppy kisses all along his neck and
jaw, licking the shell of his ear as you slowly lifted his shirt a bit so you
could press your fingers in his smooth skin, feeling the muscles ripple under
your touch. “Tooru~…. I have a surprise for you~…” You purred into his ear,
smiling when you noticed his hand twitch towards the mouse pad, but a
particular set of the game had his attention back on what was happening on the
screen and not what was happening with your hands on his body.

Oikawa didn’t move further, his eyes wide and watching the
screen, flickering between players. He didn’t even notice what was happening
until he felt out of breath. Finally allowing himself to pause the video, he
looked down and noticed your right hand in his sweatpants while your left hand
lightly scratched against his stomach. He grunted and leaned his head back at
the feel of your hand stroking his length, but pushed your hands away in confusion
at the sight of a familiar shade of light green of the fabric you were wearing.
“______-chan….” He turned around in his chair to look at you properly. But his
mouth shut closed as soon as he set his eyes on you.

“Yes, Tooru?” You asked with a small smirk, crossing your
arms under your bust, the folding of the fabric pulling up his jersey enough to
show your favorite lacy panties, the thigh highs decorating your skin with a
lacy trim. Shivers shot down your spine at the sight of him licking his lips
excitedly. “What’s the matter, Tooru? Jealous someone is wearing your jersey
better than you can?” You teased, but squeaked in surprise when he suddenly shot
up and forced you to walk backwards until your legs hit the bed and you fell on
top of the blankets.

“Oh, on the contrary, _____-chan…. I was thinking of ways I
could get you to wear that outfit more often…” Oikawa hummed thoughtfully as he
stood above you. You were about to sit up and continue where you’d been force
to quit earlier, but laid flat on your back at Oikawa dropped to his knees
right before your slightly spread legs, his lips pressing against your inner
thigh and making you shiver excitedly.

But that didn’t stop your smart mouth. “Oh? So eager to get
on your knees for me, Tooru~?” You giggled, but gasped when you felt his teeth
press into the soft skin just below the apex of your legs, your hands flew to
the jersey, pulling it up enough to be able to see what he was doing.

Light brown hues met yours almost immediately, his teeth
digging into your soft skin again before his warm tongue swiped over the wound
to sooth the pain at least a little. You bit your bottom lip and whimpered as
he moved to press his lips against your covered core, his lips taking your
swollen clit into his mouth and letting his saliva soak your panties completely
as he sucked at your clit. The whiney moans and breathless gasps that left your
lips spurred him on, and he quickly moved upward, pushing his jersey with his
travels so it rested in a bunch above your breasts. You stared at him intently
as he pressed open mouthed, sloppy, wet kisses against your skin around your
nipple of one breast before taking the nub into his mouth. You arched your
chest against his face, closing your eyes and feeling yourself get worked up
over his ministrations.

Oikawa smirked, his eyes watching how your face contorted in
pleasure as he continued to nip and suck at your breast, his right hand
reaching down and slipping into your panties, pressing his fingertips against
your slick folds. “Ah, _____-chan~. Always so wet for your captain.” He hummed
appreciatively as he let one of his fingers slowly push into your tight hole, “Oh~
And you’re sucking my finger in. You’re so greedy, _____-chan~!” He purred into
your breast before standing up and away from your body, his hands reaching down
and pushing his sweatpants and boxers down to his ankles before his fingers
tugged your panties down your thighs and off from around your ankles. “So lewd,
____-chan, laying bare like this.” He crooned down at you before crawling back
over you and grabbing the back of your knee to rest against his waist so he
could press his hardened cock against your wet folds.

You threw your head back and let out a frustrated groan, “Please,
Tooru. Please fuck me into this mattress.” His cock twitched against your folds
at your words, but he didn’t move any closer. Reaching up, you pulled his head
down and smashed his soft lips against yours, “If you don’t fuck me… I’m going
to fuck you…” You threatened into his mouth as your tongues swirled around each
other.

“_____-chan~! You’re so impatient!” Oikawa whined into your
mouth before grinding his hips against yours, his left hand holding his weight above
you while his right hand went down to his cock, stroking it a few times before
aligning with your hole and pushing himself in slowly. You arched your back and
pressed against his body further at the feeling of his length filling you, “Oh…
But the sight of you taking my cock so well is so worth the wait…” He hummed
appreciatively after he pulled away. Slowly, he pushed his hips against yours,
sliding in and out of you easily, his shaft rubbing against your clit at a
constant pace and slowly working the both of you to oblivion. But Oikawa pulled
his body away so he was standing, you still laying on the bed and reaching for
purchase in the blankets as he dragged your body closer to the edge of the bed
so he had more room to work his magic inside you.

“Ah~, please, Tooru~.” You begged, closing your eyes and
tossing your head back as you felt his calloused fingertips stroke at your
clit. “Please, please.” You whimpered, his name tumbling from your lips in a
broken mantra as he snapped his hips against yours.

Oikawa licked his lips as he stared down at you. Your cheeks
flushed with your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed; his jersey bunched up
above your breast to reveal your pert nipples to the crisp air of the bedroom;
his hard cock thrusting in and out of your tight hole while his fingertips
rubbed at your clit and worked you closer to your bliss; his other hand
gripping your thigh hard enough to leave bruises to form under the thigh highs.
“_____-chan, you look so good. So good just for me. Taking my cock like a good
girl. Ah, you feel so good around me, ______-chan.” He whimpered into the dimly
lit room. The idea that you’d surprised him with such a beautiful view had him
teetering on the edge, and he quickened his pace, wanting you to find your end
just as he was.

He practically dove down to lock your lips together with his
as you trembled around his cock, “Ah, ah~ T-Tooru~!” You moaned into his hot
cavern, “P-please Tooru.” Your hips were moving against his and with a sharp
snap of his, you were falling over the edge with a scream. He’s glad he had
pulled away from your mouth just before snapping his hips, feeling orgasm wash
over just as you let your scream sound. He let himself cum inside you, knowing
the two of you would need a shower before bed anyway and he’d be able to clean
you up then.

“Don’t think this is over, _______.” Oikawa panted above
you, his face flushing a bit more as you looked up to meet his eyes, “You
started it, and you’re going to end it.” He smirked, reminding you how you’d so
rudely interrupted his viewing of the volleyball match. You shivered under him,
the motion causing his semi-hard cock to rub against your clit and make you let
out a breathy moan at the feeling. Overstimulation was a game you two enjoyed
thoroughly.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Okay, you admit, it wasn’t just because it was laundry day
that you were dressed in your boyfriend’s volleyball jersey and thigh highs
with just panties underneath. Though, you’d refuse anything else if asked.
Which you knew he wouldn’t ask. You knew Iwaizumi very well enough to know as
soon as he saw you wearing his jersey that he’d be all over you.

And you weren’t wrong.

“Hey, ______, do you know where my…..” Iwaizumi stopped as
he walked into the laundry room to see you bending over to get some clothes out
of the drier; Your ass high in the air, his jersey lying on the small of your back
and hanging around your stomach while your lace panties pulled up a bit on your
ass so some of it was hanging out the trimming, your thighs looking so bitable
with the decoration of your thigh highs. He cleared his throat suddenly, and
you smirked to yourself as you continued to reach for a nonexistent piece of
clothing in the back of the drier.

“Hmmm? Know where your what is, Hajime?” You asked as you
slowly pulled out of the drier, holding a towel you’d had in your hands for the
past 5 minutes just to give him ample time to stare at your ass. Turning
around, you tossed the towel into the basket of clean clothes before walking to
the washer to start another load, feeling his eyes following you the entire
time. “Is that the TV remote in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
You couldn’t help but tease as you caught sight of his hardening bulge.

Iwaizumi wasted no time as he walked up behind you, wrapping
his arms around your waist, “You think you’re so slick….” His voice rumbled
against your back and into your chest, making you shiver in his arms as one of
his hands slowly went under his jersey to stroke at your smooth skin, “What’s
all this then? Teasing me like that? Are you going to take responsibility?” He
growled as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

You bit your bottom lip and smiled, nodding as you pressed
your ass against his bulge in return, “Yes, sir, Hajime.” You whispered,
wrapping one arm around his neck while your other hand reached out and braced
against the side of the washer.

His rough hand under his jersey palmed your breast,
squeezing at it whenever you would push back against him. He hissed and shook
his head, his other hand moving from your waist and reaching out in front of
you, turning on the washer, “I don’t want to interrupt your chores, of course.”
Iwaizumi smirked before attaching his lips against your neck, his hand going back
to your waist. But it didn’t stay there for long, his hips pressing you so your
hips were pushed flat against the now vibrating washer as it cleaned your
clothes. The vibrating against your clothed clit made you lean your head
forward and rest against the cool metal machine, “That’s it, baby girl, spread
wide for me.” He growled behind you.

“Hajime… Please…” You whispered, pulling the jersey up a bit
more so you had less between you and the vibrating machine. His fingers pulled
your panties to the side, pulling his hand from your breast to hold the fabric
away from your wet folds as he let two of his thick fingers slowly press into
you. You moaned loudly, the sound being drowned out by the loud machine under
you.

“I’ve barely touched you, _____, and you’re already soaked….”
His rough voice sounded against your spine, making you shiver and whimper with
a nod. “Such a good girl, always ready for me. Ah, ah, ah, don’t pull away from
the washing machine…” He pushed your ass so you were pressing against the
vibration once again, his fingers curling inside you at the same time. He bit
his bottom lip before quickly dropping his pants and underwear, “I can’t help
myself, ____. You look so damn good spread like this.” He growled as he maneuvered
himself to press his throbbing cock against your tight hole, pushing into you
and snapping his hips so you were being pinned to the washing machine.

You cried out, gripping the corners of the machine as he
started to thrust inside you, the vibrations against your clit coupled with his
thick cock snapping into you made you see stars; You could already tell the
laundry room would be a favorite place to screw around in. “Ha~jime~!” You
moaned into the metal under you, wanting to push back against him, but knowing
he would only hold you against the machine. “Oh, God… Please, Please Hajime!”
You begged, tilting your head back and panting into the room.

Iwaizumi grunted loudly, his pace quickening, the vibrations
of the machine transferring from your clit and wrapping around his cock, making
him come closer and closer to his end. His hands were gripping so tightly at
your waist, he knew you’d show bruises the next morning. But that wasn’t on his
mind right now. Right now he was working on pushing you closer and closer to
the end. “Just like that, sweetheart. Fuck, you feel so good, squeezing me so
tight.” He groaned against his jersey on your back.

Arching your back against him, you fell over the edge just
as the washing machine’s cycle ended. He grunted against the back of your
shoulder as your walls squeezed him tightly, allowing him to find his own end
and spill his load into your tight hole. You panted loudly in the small space
of the room, leaning forward on the machine completely and turning to look at
him over your shoulder with a tired smile.

“I think laundry day is my new favorite day.” Iwaizumi
breathed heavily as he pulled out of you, his fingers stroking the smooth skin
of your ass before turning you around and pulling you to rest against his
chest.

You laughed softly and wrapped your arms around his neck,
pressing your lips against his sweetly, “Hmmm, I think we should just get a
vibrator and save on water for the washer.” You giggled as you pulled away.
Iwaizumi laughed softly and nodded in agreement, leaning forward and capturing
your lips with his once more, his hands slowly going to cup your ass and making
you squeak in surprise. You knew he was hungry for more, you’d been planning on
it really. But that didn’t mean you had to act like you knew it. Your favorite
thing to see was him get frustrated in hinting at a round two. He always gave
up and ended up showing you just exactly what he wanted.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

“______, Come on, kitten! I’m tired!” Kuroo complained from
his spot on the edge of the bed, having been about to pull you into his arms to
head to bed when you’d suddenly rushed off to the bathroom. He assumed it was a
bathroom issue, “Alright, alright. I hear your message loud and clear, _____.
We won’t go to that restaurant anymore.” He smiled before laying back on the
bed, closing his eyes and feeling sleep pull at his mind.

You took a shaky deep breath as you opened the bathroom
door, sneaking over to where he lay on the edge of the bed before moving so you
were straddling his lap in a kneel, “Tetsu~… won’t you look at me?” You purred,
biting your bottom lip nervously as his large hands slowly moved from behind
his head to stroke along your thigh highs, his long fingers tucking underneath
the fabric when he felt a fold. He kept his eyes closed, but his lips quirked
upwards in a smirk as he let one hand continue up your thigh.

Long fingers twitched back when he felt a familiar fabric,
“Hmmm?” He hummed quietly as he let his fingers feel at the material, his lips
widening when he put a piece of clothing to the feel, “Ohohoh? Someone’s
playing dress up?” His golden eyes slowly peaked up at you before looking at
every piece of you. You squirmed slightly under his gaze, lowering your body
enough so you were pressing against his groin, feeling your insides cool when
you heard his grunt at the body contact.

Smiling widely, and letting go of your lip from between your
teeth, you lifted his Nekoma jersey enough to show what was hiding underneath,
“Well, I’m very bad at dressing up if I’m still half naked.” You giggled when
his eyes widened at the sight of your lacy panties that he loved so much.

“Very bad…” He agreed as he let his eyes go from looking at
your thigh highs with the cat ear design to your lacy panties you were still
flashing him, his black and red nekoma jersey hanging on you just right. He
couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped him when he noticed the plastic, but
blingy, cat ears that rested in your hair on a headband. “Even I’m not that
obsessed with cats, _____.” He teased as he reached up to pull your face to
meet his in a heated kiss.

From the hardening under the apex of your legs, you could
tell he liked what you were wearing. And he was well enough awake to enjoy what
you’d surprised him with. You licked your lips and leaned forward, your clothed
folds rubbing against his restrained cock, as you brought your hands up to rest
on either side of your face, tilting your head a bit. “Nyah~?” You smiled at
him cutely, laughing when he threw his head back with his own hearty chuckle at
your antics. Of course, you took that moment to lean forward further and press
open mouthed kisses against his throat, shivering when his hands moved from
your thighs to grip at your ass. You moaned quietly against the skin just under
his ear as his strong arms pulled you closer to him, being sure to drag you
slowly against his throbbing cock.

Kuroo grunted and pressed his fingers into your skin, one
hand snuck under his jersey and cupped your bare breast in his palm. You
whimpered and pulled your lips from his neck, tilting your head so you could
watch him attach his lips to your nipple over the smooth material. Your hips
rubbed against his as his fingertips twisted at your neglected nipple, and you
couldn’t help but pant quietly at how electrified your body felt under his
touch. “Such a dirty kitty, _____.” He smirked up at you from his spot against
your breast. You huffed and reached down between your pressed bodies, pulling
down his pants and boxers just enough to allow his cock to spring free.

“But I’m your dirty kitty, Tetsu~.” You whispered heatedly,
pulling his head up from your chest by the scruff of his hair so you could
press your lips against his to swallow his groan just has your other hand
stroked at his hard cock between your bodies. Kuroo groaned loudly into your
mouth as you continued to pump his length, and he quickly pulled his hand out
of his jersey to slip behind you, his other hand already holding your panties
off to the side. His long digits stroked along your folds, and you jolted back
from his lips in a gasp, gripping him in your hand a bit tighter in response.

His lips moved to rest against your ear as you laid your
forehead on his shoulder, your eyes watching how his cock was weeping with
precum from your hand working him. “That’s it, kitten… Watch as you jack me off
and ride my fingers…” He purred into your ear as he slipped a finger inside
your tight hole, reveling in your breathy moan and the way your walls clenched
around the intrusion. He let out a heavy groan as you swiped your thumb over
his tip, feeling your hand slightly trembling around him from you trying to
concentrate on making him feel good while his fingers worked you to your end.
But you wanted him inside you when you both fell over the edge.

You pulled his lips against yours once again, pulling your
hand away from his cock and dragging yourself closer so your clit rubbed
against his shaft, causing him to move his fingers from inside you and grip
your ass tightly. He swallowed your moans as you grinded against him for a few
moments, and in turn panted into your mouth before biting hard on your bottom lip
as he slipped inside you after one of your slides against him allowed his tip
to press into you. Kuroo pulled away from your lips to see he’d accidentally
drawn blood from your lip, quickly swooping back in and licking along your
wound, moving his hips against yours slowly to take your mind off the sharp
pain.

“Tetsu~…” You gasped quietly, wrapping your arms around his
neck and holding him close as you rode him, moving your hips against his,
feeling his length slide in and out of you with ease and making your body feel
on fire with how good he felt inside you. You tangled your fingers in his
unruly hair, closing your eyes tightly, “Oh, God…. Tetsu, right there… Please
don’t stop.” You whimpered loudly against his lips.

Kuroo smirked as he pulled away, burying his face in your
neck, “Let it out, Kitten… Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.” He
murmured, one hand gripping your ass tightly under the material of his jersey
while his other gripped your thigh, feeling the soft fabric of the thigh highs
against his fingertips and repainting the image of what you’re wearing in the
forefront of his mind. He leaned back, dragging you down with him, and used the
new position to thrust up into you, rubbing against a spot inside you that made
you see stars.

Volume control was non existent whenever he asked to hear
you. “Ah~, Tetsu. You feel so good, baby. So damn good fucking me like this.
Ah, right there… Ah, please don’t stop~!” You pleaded, leaning up a bit as his
hand on your thigh went to grab at your ass like his other, his hips slapping
against yours. “F-fuck! You always know how to make me feel so good, Tetsu~!”
You scratched at his chest and stomach, feeling your walls quiver around his
throbbing cock. “Ah, shit, Tetsu.. I’m…. I… Ah..” You couldn’t even get the
words out with how his cock was sliding in and out of you, his shaft rubbing
just right against your clit. “F-fuck!” You cried out as you fell off the edge,
your nails digging into his skin. He hissed loudly and gave a hard thrust,
falling right after you, emptying his load into your tight hole and holding you
on his chest as you collapsed on top of him. Kuroo smirked contently and leaned
his head against yours on his shoulder. After a few seconds of the two of you
panting and trying to catch your breath, you couldn’t help the teasing smile
that lit up your face against his neck, “So…. I take it you like my outfit?” You
giggled, feeling his hands still holding onto your ass under his jersey.

He hummed, “Maybe… I think I need to get a view of it from
the back before I tell you definitely.” He squeezed your ass and smiled when
you laughed. You knew he wasn’t kidding. But then, you didn’t expect to clean
up after one round. Especially when you were dressed in his clothing and thigh
highs.

Whooo boy, these are hot, hot, hot!!

J and H and Iwaizumi for the smut hc!

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.

His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.

She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.

And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.

“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”

The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.

“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.

“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.

“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.

“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.

Can i have headcanons about Iwaizumi and Akaashi? They are childhood friends with reader, who had feelings for them since then. But boys didnt notice them at all and dated other girls whereas reader was burning out of jealousy and has become self conscious. But suddenly when they were in uni all grown up they finally admitted their crush for them and they are so worked up like,how am i supposed to make reader like me back? Lysm and thanx❤🌸

haikyuvolleydorks:

This is gonna be a long one (I might have gone overboard with it), so strap in for the ride and maybe prepare your heart as well. This may or may not be based on real life experiences.

Well, I just realized after writing Iwaizumi’s part that I had read the request wrong. Sooo, I guess enjoy the kinda reverse request for his part even if it’s not exactly what you asked for. 

– Admin Zee

Iwaizumi Hajime

  • From as far back as you can remember you, Iwaizumi, and
    Oikawa had always been friends. From elementary, to middle school, and even
    into high school, the three of you were always seen together apart from being
    in class or the boys having volleyball practice.
  • You were very close to both males, however you did favor
    Iwaizumi a bit more because of your crush on him. You had always admired the
    dark haired male, but it wasn’t until your second year of high school when you
    realized your admiration had transformed into a full blown crush.
  • Your crush didn’t affect your interactions with Iwaizumi too
    much other than your heart beating faster whenever he smiled at you. And
    luckily, or unluckily for you, it seemed he was completely oblivious to
    anything out of the ordinary that you were doing.
  • However, Oikawa being the “Oh-so observant bastard” as you
    liked to call him much to his dismay, noticed the shift in behavior. But boy
    was he excited. He essentially made himself your personal cheerleader as you “go
    seduce your beloved Iwa-chan!” You promptly whacked the brunet with your handy
    textbook then hugged him right after. Having Oikawa supporting you through this
    entire endeavor was probably the best help you could have ever asked for.
  • Since Valentine’s Day was just around the corner, Oikawa
    suggested that you confess to Iwaizumi around that time to be romantic. You
    laughed at the cheesiness of the idea, but after giving it a bit of thought you
    decided that the cliché really wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
  • After much encouragement and some strong urging from a
    certain annoying yet lovable brunet, you finally built up the courage to pour
    out your feelings into a letter and brought it to school on Valentine’s Day
    intending to finally tell Iwaizumi how you truly felt about him.
  • The romantic holiday soon comes and you’re feeling pretty
    nervous about the whole thing you and Oikawa so painstakingly planned out, but
    you had made up your mind that you were going to accept his answer whether it
    was going to be good or not.
  • You don’t get the chance to give him your letter first thing
    in the morning since he has early practice and the two of you don’t share the
    same homeroom. But you are in the same class as Oikawa and he’s just as excited
    as you are nervous. He’s practically beaming at you and completely ignoring any
    of his fangirls, which earns you a couple dirty looks from some of them. But
    there are a few who think the two of you are actually together and you can hear
    them whispering about how great a couple you two make.
  • You take their words as a complement and it boosts your
    confidence just a little bit. Throughout the entirety of the class, you’re
    clearly distracted and unconsciously run your finger over the edge of the
    simple white envelope you decided for your letter.
  • Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of class, you
    mustered enough courage to go give Iwaizumi your letter during lunch, however
    it’s the very guy that you want to confess to that throws a wrench into your
    plans. When you and Oikawa get to the usual spot for lunch, the dark haired
    male is nowhere to be found.
  • Oikawa, of course, offers to help you look for him, but
    while you appreciate the help, you know his fangirls are going to swarm him way
    before he can even get the chance to start looking. You go off on your own, promising
    to go back to find him immediately afterwards and tell him all the details.
  • Now, full of hope and nerves, you set off to go find
    Iwaizumi and after a while of searching, you find him near his homeroom. You’re
    about to call out to him, but your voice is caught in your throat and your
    chest tightens to the point of physical pain when you see another girl, someone
    far more beautiful and deserving of Iwaizumi, confess to him.
  • You let out shuddery breath while clutching the letter to
    your heaving chest, trying to keep in the building sobs from escaping and silently
    leave. Walking away from the scene, you try to save yourself from anymore
    heartbreak, but you don’t leave fast enough and hear Iwaizumi accept the other
    girl’s confession.
  • Just like that, you feel your heart sink to your stomach and
    clasp your hands over your mouth. You bite your lower lip to resist the urge to
    cry, but a few stray tears still manage to fall. Refusing to let yourself cry
    over such a trivial thing, you rub your arm over your eyes to wipe away the
    tears. The paper of the letter crinkles under your tightening grip and you
    stare at it with distain. You grip the now wrinkled envelope with both hands,
    intending on ripping it into shreds and throwing them away, but you stop
    yourself just as a small tear appears.
  • Screw boys and screw everything. You weren’t about to
    destroy something you poured all your heart and feelings into. You run your
    hand over the parchment to smooth it out then return to homeroom without even
    going back to Oikawa or for your lunch.
  • When the brunet does come back, with you untouched lunch box
    in hand and a slew of fangirls in tow, he notices your dead expression almost immediately.
    But you just stay silent thought his barrage of questions and give nothing
    away. He’s finally forced to stop when the teacher walks into the room, but he
    just can’t stop fretting over you. Even after being your friend for as long as
    he can remember, Oikawa has never seen you look like this before.
  • The rest of the day passes as a daze and you manage to
    escape from Oikawa after class before he could start worrying over you like a
    mother hen. You leave school as fast as you can and you finally break down once
    you inside the safety of your room. All the emotions you had walled away
    finally overflow.
  • Tears stream down your cheeks and this time you don’t try to
    wipe them away. And that’s how Oikawa finds you, huddled in a dark corner of
    your room with tears dampening your clothes and as silent as you had been at
    school.
  • He had ditched practice, something completely unheard of
    from the volleyball obsessed idiot, and ran all the way to you house in order
    to check on you. His heart is essentially shattered when he sees you in such a
    destroyed state and he just wraps his arms around you.
  • Just having Oikawa there was too much. All the love and care
    he was showing you was too much. Everything hurt too much. Finally, in the arms
    of your best friend, you break down sobbing. And the two of you stay like that,
    with Oikawa holding you tight and you clinging to the brunet as you sobbed your
    heart out.
  • It takes a while, but eventually your teas stop falling.
    However, it doesn’t stop the ache in your heart. You don’t want to say it, but
    you tell Oikawa about what you saw earlier. It wasn’t Iwaizumi’s fault. You
    were simply too late.
  • And so, your days of high school went on. You couldn’t just cut
    Iwaizumi out of your life. He was still your best friend, but every time you
    saw them together you slowly began convincing yourself that he wouldn’t have
    even chosen you in the first place if there was someone as smart, beautiful,
    and caring as the girl who confessed to him.
  • You continued supporting him and even so, your crush on him,
    who was now the ace, never died. But when he broke up with her, you weren’t
    even happy. You had fully convinced yourself that you had no chance at all. So
    you slowly began distancing yourself in order to stop the aching in your heart
    whenever you saw him.
  • Your third year passed in the blink of an eye and soon
    enough, you found yourself among so many new faces in a university lecture
    hall. However, you never expected to see Iwaizumi himself sit right next to
    you. The two of you saved the greetings until after class, but
    you weren’t prepared when he asked you why you had avoided him. He even pointed
    out that you didn’t realize the two of you had gotten accepted into the same
    university. You struggled to find the words to explain, but luckily your senpai,
    who had been looking for you, pointed out that the next lecture was starting
    soon.
  • That, however, wasn’t the last time you saw or even heard
    from Iwaizumi. He started texting you daily and slowly but surely, the two of
    you built back the friendship you once shared. But one day when you gave
    Iwaizumi your notes, you accidentally gave him you years old confession letter
    by accident. You had had kept that old thing for years, but now that old
    feelings were starting to resurface you wanted to have a chance to confess.
  • You didn’t even realize that it was tucked in between all
    the other papers, but Iwaizumi does when he looks through them. He inspects the
    old letter and seeing that it was addressed to him, he opens it. And by the
    time he finishes, he’s shoving all of his materials into his backpack and takes
    off looking for you.
  • He shoots you a text as quickly as he can and finds out that
    you’re heading back to your apartment. Right now Iwaizumi is desperate to get
    to you. He has to tell you that he felt the same way, but he never had the
    courage to tell you. And he finds you in the hall to your apartment while your
    senpai confesses to you. But he’s not about to let you go without telling you
    first.
  • You hear Iwaizumi calling your name, and the poor guy is
    completely winded and completely hunched over from running all the way to your
    place. You essentially ignore you senpai’s confession and rush over to help
    Iwaizumi when he confesses to you out of the blue. Of course you’re shocked
    until he pulls the letter out of his backpack and you realize that he read it.
    Your senpai realizes that Iwaizumi is the guy that you told him about and he’s
    happy for you and takes your answer in stride, leaving the two of you to have
    your moment. 
  • After he catches his breath, Iwaizumi tells you everything
    and you nearly break down in tears. He wraps his arms around you and says that
    you have every right to not chose him, but you just shake your head and return
    the embrace.
  • “It has always been you and it always will be you.”


Akaashi Keiji

  • You and Akaashi had been friends ever since birth. Your
    mothers were good friends and just so happened to live right next to each other,
    so the two of you obviously became good friends too. The two of you almost did
    everything together and most likely if one of you was out, the other wasn’t too
    far behind.
  • Akaashi was always loved by everyone around him because of
    his gentle mannerisms and brilliant mind, but he only ever had eyes for you. While
    you on the other hand only gained the attention of teachers due to your hard
    work and academic diligence, but you never had any guy ever come up to you
    besides Akaashi.
  • You always looked around and saw guys with other girls, and
    you wondered why no one ever came and talked to you. Was it was because you
    never talked to anyone unless they talked to you first? Or maybe it was because
    you were just not pretty enough.
  • You never though your own beauty standards were a problem.
    It wasn’t like you didn’t make an effort to make yourself look presentable, it
    was because you thought spending you money on makeup and the time and skill it
    took to apply it wasn’t worth it. But after seeing all the pretty girls with
    faces all done up getting all the guys, maybe you had to give it a try.
  • So for one day, you wore makeup to school. And nothing
    changed. No one still noticed you. No one still talked to you. Nothing out of
    the ordinary happened. It was like any other normal day at school. But there
    was one person who noticed your new look and complemented you immediately.
    Akaashi.
  • He saw you when you first left the house and a faint pink
    dusted his cheeks when how the simple makeup you had put on brought out your
    eyes and accented your cheeks perfectly. But you just brushed it off as something
    he would normally say. He would always say that he liked you or he would always
    stay by your side, but you only ever though he was saying that because he was
    your best friend
  • On the outside, the setter looked the same as he always did,
    but on the inside his heart was doing flips. You were so beautiful. His mind
    was working overdrive, going through all the scenarios that were possible if he
    confessed to you right now. But by the time he had gotten through every possible
    option, the two of you had already arrived at school. And that little smile you
    shot him as you were leaving did nothing to stop his heart from pounding even
    harder.
  • Every moment of that day he spent thinking of nothing but you.
    However, the next day when he came to pick you up for school you seemed…off. Your
    smile was strained and you seemed to always be deep in thought or spaced out.
    But you just brushed off his concerns, leaving Akaashi even more worried about
    you.
  • He loved you, he really did. And not in the platonic way. He
    wanted to be in a relationship with you. He wanted to take you out on dates and
    do things that couples would do. But most of all, he wanted to make you feel
    loved for the person that you were. You on the other hand, had other things in
    mind. That was the last morning he walked to school with you.
  • You no longer came to his early morning practices and you
    were no longer there after practice was over either. Akaashi chalked the first
    few times as just accidents or due to sickness, but he started to get worried
    after the first week and came over to see you. Like usual, you brushed off his
    concerns for you and just made up some lame excuse about upcoming exams and
    university.
  • Akaashi didn’t buy it for a second, but it seemed like this
    was all you were going to give him. So for the rest of his third year, he spent
    more time with you and found out your dream college. Why? In order to go with
    you so you would never be alone. And so he could work up the courage to
    actually confess to you in a way that would make you understand that there was
    someone who truly loved you.
  • Luckily, he got into the same university as you and he began
    planning the perfect way to confess his feelings to you. He knew you wouldn’t listen
    to just his words alone and even if you did he had to do it in a way that would
    make you like him back as well. Poor Akaashi spent weeks coming up with all
    kind of scenarios and stressing over which one would be perfect for you, when
    he realized that White Day was coming up. You hadn’t done anything on Valentine’s
    Day, but that didn’t matter to him. That day would be just for you.
  • You were once again alone watching guys give girls return
    presents and you heart ached. You wanted to feel the same way they did. Just
    when you were about to walk past all the happy couples and sadly make you way home,
    you heard Akaashi calling you name from behind you. And to your surprise, he
    was holding a beautifully put together bouquet of lilies, daisies, and red
    roses which he handed to you. You wanted to say something, anything, but he
    stopped you before you did.
  • “I want you to listen to me, __________, and I just want you
    to listen until I finish. For as long as I can remember, I’ve loved you with
    all my heart. I remember telling you time and time again, but you though I was
    saying it as a friend. But I meant it every time. Those people in high school
    who didn’t pay you any attention were all fools. I watched you grow up into the
    beautiful woman that you are today, and I finally mustered up the courage to
    tell you this. I love you, ________. I want to make you feel loved. I want to
    always be by your side and give you the happiness you deserved for all these
    years. Would you be my girlfriend?”
  • You had ended up crying near the end of Akaashi’s speech and
    you essentially flung yourself into his arms when he finished.
  • “I love you, _________. Since
    then, to now, and forever.”

I’m a sucker for unrequited to reciprocated love! These are great!!!

serves-up:

Who would Seijoh Fall For?

A/N: I wasn’t originally going to do the First and Second years but I did them anyway? Hopefully I pegged them right 🙂 enjoy!

Oikawa: He finds himself attracted to level-headed, down-to-Earth people who have a fun-loving side to them as well. He doesn’t really have a preference for introverts or extroverts, but it’d be best for whoever he dates to be accustomed to meeting other people and going to games or parties. Oikawa gets stressed easily because he overworks himself and bottles up this side of him/negative emotions in general in order to not distract from his cheery, popular side. Someone who’d be there for him at his worst and won’t judge him and also get him to vent would be great. They need to be sympathetic towards his issues, but strong-minded and won’t let him keep up with behaviors that hurt him or others around him. They also need to understand how important volleyball is to him and can work with his schedule. He’s a pretty affectionate guy too, so anyone receptive to that would be ideal.

Iwaizumi: He prefers people with personality traits similar to his (responsible, rational, mature) but are more animated and childlike (idealistic and inspiring, not immature and overly emotional) than he is. He would enjoy someone with an optimistic view on life and is loyal to the people they associate with. He also likes people who are strong-willed and take charge of situations instead of being a follower or pitying themself. A calm, caring spirit would suit him well, too.

Matsukawa: A chill person with a mischievous side is the perfect match for him. Mattsun just wants someone who’s low maintenance and can have deep conversations with, but can also pal around with him and crack dumb jokes with. He can also be a a tease, so he needs someone who won’t get offended at his comments easily.

Hanamaki: Similar to Matsukawa, Makki wants someone he can easily make jokes with and will tolerate his occasional teasing, however, he prefers more outgoing/louder people to calm people. He also likes people with loud or odd laughter, he really enjoys hearing it and it makes him crack up as well. Also he’s pretty keen on pranks, so someone good at them would be a huge plus in his book.

Kyoutani: Mad Dog-chan gravitates towards people quite unlike him. People who are helpful, kind, and sympathetic towards others catch his eye. His general awkwardness and “tsundere” personality requires whoever he falls for to be outspoken and understanding so they can catch on to the true feelings underlying his intimidating exterior and let him know how they feel.

Yahaba: Definitely more of an introvert man. He likes people who are more on the academic side but can appreciate his love for sports, and respects others. Straight-forward, mature people with a little fire to their personality really strike his fancy. Also someone willing to put him in his place and is unafraid to give others reality checks (without sounding patronizing) is fantastic to him.

Kindaichi: He is a fan of more reserved people who are direct and in control of themselves and their emotions. They must be independent and self-reliant, people who are overly needy or attempt to boss him around in a relationship will drive him away. He prefers those with knowledge of experience with volleyball or play other sports, but book smart people are not entirely unlikable in his eyes.

Another amazing assessment! These feel very true to these characters! Great job!!

Finally – dasfreefree – Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

imagine-that-haikyuu:

dasfreefree:

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M

Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Relationship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader
Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Watari Shinji, Oikawa Tooru, Hanamaki Takahiro, Matsukawa Issei, Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Reader-Insert, Mutual Pining, Birthday, Gift Fic, Fluff
Summary: Iwaizumi has a crush on you. You have a crush on Iwaizumi. Kindaichi has a plan to get you two together. 

happiest of birthdays to my twin @gabbaray!!! i hope i was able to catch it before the day is out in your current time zone! i love you, sis!

and here’s the fic i wrote for gaby, who’s a friend of mine and a friend of the blog and also has a birthday today! happy birthday again!

– admin rachel lauren

This is so cute!! Happy birthday to you both!

Finally – dasfreefree – Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]

Hey!! I really like this new blog and i was wondering if i could request a scenario with Iwa-chan and Noya (separate) in which their s/o has ADD and it’s giving them anxiety, and tho they really love them they don’t really understand, can it be angst at first and then nsfw? If you’re okay writing nsfw of course! Thanks in advance and good luck with the blog!

vball-baes-bball-babes:

Hi @mintybogdanow, thank you for the request and the compliment and the well wishes! I will do my
best to write someone with ADD without being offensive or stereotypical. I did
some brief reading on the subject to try to get a gist of what it is and how it
manifests. I have a friend who has it and takes medication to help her focus,
so at least I have some experience with
it in real life. In either scenario, the self-description I give the reader is not how I think all people who have ADD
think of themselves or that I think that of them. It’s to try to add to the
angst request. Please let me know if I completely miss the mark and I’ll do
what I can to change it. Per the request, there is NSFW content so if that
makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this one. Also, since there are
two scenarios this is a bit of a longer post.

Hajime Iwaizumi

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“_______-chan, did you hear anything I just said?” Hajime’s
voice makes you start, your eyes darting back to his face. Being together for
as long as you have, you can tell the annoyed look he’s wearing is genuine, not
just his normal “resting stick up the ass” face as Oikawa calls it. You feel
yourself blush, turning your eyes away in embarrassment. Truthfully, no, you
haven’t heard a word for the past few minutes because you keep getting
distracted by the guys playing a flashy videogame.

Tonight, since his parents are out of town and all of the
team are practically their own children by this point, most of the players and
some of their girlfriends have ended up at Hajime’s to hang out. Most just sit
around chatting volleyball (of course) but some opted to actually do something
and turned on the game. Which wouldn’t normally be a problem if you’d
remembered to take your Ritalin but of course tonight would be the night you
forgot it at home. In all honesty, you should have just gone to get it but couldn’t
come up with a viable excuse to leave since no one, not even Hajime, knows you
have ADD. It’s not something you like to talk about.

“Sorry, no, what were you saying,” you finally admit with a
sheepish smile.

“You’ve been acting weird all night, is something wrong?” he
asks gruffly. Hajime never has been one to beat around the bush.  

Your heart rate jumps up a bit; you thought you were doing a
good job until this moment of maintaining focus but apparently he’s picked up
on your situation much faster than anticipated. Still, you feign ignorance.

“What do you mean?”

His frown deepens. “I don’t know, it’s just…you aren’t as
focused. Usually you follow a conversation no problem but it’s not just that.
You forgot where you put your cup at least five times and you never do that.
And when Kindaichi asked you to grab the chips from the kitchen you went in but
came back out empty handed.”

Your eyes widen; were you really doing this badly without your medication? It’s been so long since you’ve
missed a dosage that you’d forgotten how quickly its effectiveness can wear off.
That and you’re surprised at how much Hajime appears to watch you; if you
weren’t so mortified by the situation you’d be flattered at all his attention
you weren’t even aware you’ve been receiving. Talk about ironic.

Hearing all the things he’s noticed, knowing there’s
probably more he isn’t saying, you feel your eyes start to tear up. This is not how you wanted him to find out about
this, in fact, you’d hoped to never need to tell him. But it’s unavoidable now
with him looking at you with less annoyance and more concern, waiting for you
to give an explanation to his observations. Seeing your face begin to scrunch
up in efforts not to cry he silently takes your hand, leading you upstairs to
his room.

Once there he shuts the door, locking it for good measure; Oikawa
is known for bursting in at inopportune moments to tease Iwa-chan about “being
naughty” with his girlfriend. Sitting you down on the bed, he takes his place
next to you, his right knee bent and touching your left.

“Ok, what’s going on?” he asks holding both your hands.

“Um,” you stammer, your tears flowing a bit more now that
you’re alone, “I…I’m sorry I never told you before but…I…I have ADD and…I
forgot my medication s-so it’s hard for me to focus.”

If you were expecting a big reaction from him, he doesn’t
deliver. He waits silently but when you don’t go on asks, “Is that it?”

Shock spreads across your face, followed by irritation.
“What do you mean, “is that it”? What, like it’s not a big deal, or something?”
You rise to your feet, pacing back and forth as you rant, “Do you think it’s
easy for me to admit I have to rely on medication every day, multiple times a day just to function
“normally”? That it’s not terrifying to admit to my perfect boyfriend that I
have a chemical imbalance?” You run your hands into your hair, tugging slightly
in your frustration. You didn’t mean to freak out, but his lack of reaction and
nonchalant attitude about something that really bothers you about yourself
feels like a slap to the face making you groan out, “How can you be so
unaffected that there’s something wrong
with me?”

He interrupts your breakdown by springing to his feet, his
hands wrenching your own from your hair before he grabs you by the head and
kisses you deeply. His tongue slices through the seam of your lips, dueling
with yours in heated passion.

His hands move from your head to wrap his arms around your
waist tugging you against his firm body. Your own encircle his neck, your head
tilting to grant him more access to ravish your mouth. Hajime pushes you back
against the wall, trailing his fingers until the hem of your shirt with teasing
touches making you squirm.

When you pull back for breath you pant, “What are you
doing?”

He nips your neck making you gasp. “Distracting you,” he
murmurs against your flesh before latching on and sucking firmly. Your hands
grip his large biceps, knees quickly turning to jelly.  

Between hot open mouthed kisses against your neck his husky
voice says, “I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.” His
hand deftly unzips your skirt sending it pooling to the floor at your feet. “I’m
not perfect, you are and don’t you
ever say otherwise,” he commands kneeling and taking your panties with him.

Before you can protest, he’s lifted you off the ground,
throwing your legs over his shoulders, his face buried between your thighs.
Looking up he grins mischievously. “The only thing I want to hear you moaning
is my name.” With that, he kisses you once before opening his mouth and licking
you firmly.

“Oh god,” you breath.

He pulls back just enough to say cheekily, “That is an
acceptable substitute,” before going back to working your core with his
skillful tongue. He pushes deep inside, swirling around making you fidget but
his strong arms are wrapped firmly around your thighs keeping you secure. You
throw your head back letting out a deep moan as his sucks your clit just like
he knows you love it.

Your hands are clenching his hair, tugging slightly with
each new sensation he gives making him groan into your flesh.

In little time at all he has you reaching your peak and you
move one hand to your mouth to cover your scream. He keeps up his attentions,
drawing out your orgasm until you gently push on his forehead to indicate
you’ve had enough; your voice isn’t working at the moment.

Setting you down, he stands back up, wiping his mouth on the
back of his hand before tugging you towards his bed. Without a word, he takes
out a spare pair of shorts and a t-shirt he keeps in his room just for you. As
you change he does too, into a muscle tank top and pajama pants.

“What about the guys?” you ask.

“Tch, they’ve learned by now to leave us alone, they can
stay as long as they want, I’ll deal with the mess tomorrow,” he mutters
turning off the light and climbing into bed with you.

As he pulls you into his arms, your head on his chest, he
says lowly, “I’m sorry you thought I didn’t care about what you told me. That
isn’t what I think at all.” Taking a deep breath, he goes on, “Honestly, and
don’t you ever tell him I said this,
but I think Trashykawa may be a little right when he calls me a worrywart.” His
confession makes you giggle and he pokes your side in retaliation before going
on, “I mean, my head immediately went to something serious, like, I don’t know
a brain tumor or something. And knowing you,” he squeezes you tighter, “that is
something you’d be just as likely to keep from me because you worry about
burdening other people.”

Moving his hand to cup your cheek he tilts your head so that
your eyes meet his, giving you a smile he saves just for you. “I don’t care if
you have ADD, babe, it doesn’t make me love you any less.”

“I love you too, Hajime,” you whisper kissing him lightly.
Before you can draw back he deepens it, rolling over on top of you.

Looking down into your still flushed face he grins. “I don’t
know why I bothered letting you get dressed,” he says pulling you up just
enough to take off your shirt, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Yuu Nishinoya

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“But _____-chan,” whines Yuu as you walk together from
class, “why can’t you come? It’s been ages
since you have and I want to show you my “crash of lightning” receive!”

“What happened to “rolling thunder”?” you ask avoiding his
question.

He puffs out his chest a bit. “That’s been perfected, so that’s why you have to come and see the
new one!”

Of course you can’t make him forget his request/demand. He
may be hyper, but the boy is nothing if not focused, especially when it comes
to something he wants; unlike you, particularly today. Ever since second year
started you’ve felt like your normal dosage of medication isn’t helping as much
with your ADD. It will be a week before you can get in to your doctor to get
your prescription changed and since you’re not comfortable upping the dosage on
your own you’ll just have to make do until then.

“Yuu-kun, you know I would if I could but I have a ton of
homework to get done. Why don’t you just come over when you get back?” Being an
exchange student with your own living quarters has its advantages since there
are no parents, siblings or roommates to distract you; you do that enough on
your own and don’t want Yuu or the rest of the team to see you struggling to
stay focused.

“But I’ll be gone the whole weekend! Because it’s so far, Kiyoko
arranged for us to stay so we could have two days there! Just start your
homework on the bus! I already asked coach if you could come and since Yachi-san
is sick he said it’s fine!” he says enthusiastically. “Please?! And hey, I
promise I’ll help you, not that you’ll need it because you’re a genius but
still.”

You smile despite your discomfort; he really is too sweet. “Yuu-kun,
you have your own homework to worry about, gotta keep those grades up so you
can keep playing volleyball,” you say squeezing his hand.

He tugs you close, throwing his arm around your shoulders
and kissing your temple. “_____-chan, please come! I want to introduce you to
the Nekoma guys. Most of them don’t believe you’re real and I have to show off
my gorgeous girlfriend!” Normally you’d be laughing but the thought of meeting
new people while you’re dealing with this has your anxiety spiking.  

“Yuu, I can’t. I’m sorry but they’re just practice games, right?”
you say more firmly pulling from his embrace. The last thing you want is to end
the day on a sour note, especially with him leaving for the entire weekend, but
his pestering is starting to get to you; you already said no twice, he should
accept that.

“Just practice
games?” he repeats and you suppress the impulse to groan. That was pretty much
the worst thing you could have said to him; every
game is important to these boys and Yuu-kun is one of the most intense,
particularly because this is Nekoma and it’s very rare for them to be able to
get together. That and no doubt he’s hurt that you seemingly don’t want to meet
his rival/friends.

Before you can explain he storms off to the gym and you rub
your temples. Dating the hyperactive libero, as much as you love him, can take
its toll on you. Sighing you make your way to the train station alone. As you
walk you text a brief apology to your boyfriend and wish him good luck with his
games. When you reach home, you start reheating leftovers before getting down
to business with your work.

An hour later you’re still struggling with the same
assignment, your mind a jumbled mess not only because the noise from your
neighbor’s TV is distracting you but because you’re thinking about Noya being
mad at you which frustrates you because he’s not even here and he’s become a distraction! At this rate, it would have
been better to have just gone to Tokyo since it’s unlikely you’ll be able to
get much done thanks to both your ADD and your anxiety plaguing you.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts. Opening
it, you’re surprised to see Yuu standing there, a serious look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as he walks past you,
shrugging off his jacket, “I thought you’d be on your way to Tokyo by now?”

Over his shoulder he replies, “Coach decided to leave hella
early in the morning, we’d get there too late to do anything tonight and some
of the guys have stuff they need to finish.”

“Oh,” you say, unsure where to go from here.

A beat of silences passes before you both say, “I’m sorry.”

He turns to look at you. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything
wrong! I’m the one who acted like a jerk. Plus, you already sent me this,” he
says showing his phone with your apology on it.  

You shrug. “I shouldn’t have acted like these Nekoma games
aren’t important. They are and I know that. I just…” you trail off, unsure you’re
confident enough to confess why you were so snappish about going.

Yuu takes your hand, tugging you to the couch where you sit
together face to face. Blushing a little he says, “I should have figured something
was wrong when you were so resistant to come with us but I was only focused on
myself and what I wanted.” He sighs, swallowing once before continuing, “But I
do think there’s something more you’re not telling me about why you don’t want
to go.”

You turn your head, unable to look him in the eyes. He
shifts his head down, coming into your line of vision until you finally look at
him. “Please, _____-chan, whatever it is, you can trust me,” he says quietly.
It’s the most serious you’ve seen him in a while, maybe ever.

Taking a deep breath, you say, “You’re right, Yuu-kun, there
is something I’ve been keeping from you. It’s not because I don’t trust you but
because I’m embarrassed.” Steeling your nerves, you finally confess, “I have
ADD and the medication I’m taking is starting to not work as well and I can’t
get a new dosage until I see my doctor next week. That’s why school has been a
lot harder for me these past couple months and getting homework done even while
I’m alone takes me forever, so trying to do it while traveling or away from
home feels impossible. And because my attention span is waning more and more I’m
really nervous about meeting new people. What if they think I’m weird or rude
or annoying because I can’t keep up or focus on what they’re saying?”

Yuu is silent for a moment before swiftly pulling you into
his arms in a crushing hug. Despite his stature, he’s exceptionally strong and
you’ve never felt safer in anyone else’s arms. His hand runs through your hair
as he kisses your cheek. “I had no clue, no frickin’ clue you were dealing with
something like this. And all by yourself! You don’t even have your mom or dad
or sisters here to help you!”

Pulling back and wiping some stray tears from your eyes you
snicker. “If you didn’t notice, Yuu-kun, I’m pretty independent. I can take
care of myself.”

He cups your face with both hands, his intense gaze boring
into your eyes. “I know that, but _____-chan, everyone needs at least one person they can rely on to tell
everything to. To cry or get angry with and, well, I know I’m not the most
serious guy out there, but I’d like to be that person for you. Please don’t
keep stuff from me, let me help you, even if you feel like you don’t need it.”

You smile and nod, kissing him gently on the lips to express
your appreciation. Glancing to the table you sigh. He follows your gaze, eyes
landing on the piles of books and papers. “Still working on it?” he asks and you
nod again. Shifting to face the table he looks over what you have left to do.

“Tell you what,” he says after a few minutes, “Ennoshita-san
really helped me understand these types of problems. I can do these while you
keep working on your essay.”

“That’s sweet Yuu-kun, but I won’t learn it if you do it for
me,” you say nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Just this once,” he says, “I’ll explain it to you after you
get your new meds.”

Appreciative of your non-studious boyfriend being willing to
do your homework you finally give in. When he’s finished with what he could
help you on, Yuu is surprisingly helpful with keeping you on task if he notices
your attention starting to wander. You never knew he could be so focused on anything
besides volleyball. After two hours, though, he starts nuzzling the back of
your neck from his position behind you on the couch. Little peppery kisses dot
all over your skin making you sigh and lean back into his embrace.

“Yuu-kun,” you say in a soft whisper, “you’re supposed to be
helping me focus.”

He hums in discontent, reaching his arms under yours and
hauling you to your feet. Spinning you around he sits back down, pulling you
onto him to straddle his lap on the couch. Insistent lips meet yours in a deep,
long kiss. Moving down to your neck he says throatily, “You’ve been working long
enough and got a lot done. You deserve a reward.”

His fingers work the buttons on your blouse, pulling it open
and shirking it down your arms. He tosses it away, his hands on your bra before
the shirt touches the ground. When your breasts are free he nuzzles his face between
them before placing soft, delicate kisses over every square inch. Your hands
trail through his hair, your core grinding down against the growing erection in
his pants.

Your head tosses back, giving Yuu full access to your body,
his lips sucking and tongue lapping over your sensitive flesh. When he suckles
your nipple you cry out his name, clamping your hand to the back of his head
while his other hand squeezes your waist. You trail your hand between your
bodies, rubbing through his clothes and making him groan. Unable to resist any
longer he rotates quickly, tossing you on the couch before standing up. In
rapid succession he relieves you of your pants and underwear, shredding his own
clothes in record time. Covering you with his warm body he kisses you again,
tongue rolling over and around yours.

He moves again to your throat, latching onto your pulse point
and sucking hard as his hand reaches between your legs to tease you. Your hips
buck up, desperate for his touch, for friction, for anything!

“Yuu, please,” you moan and he rubs firmly making you cry
out again. His fingers are magic, working you over until you’re a panting mess
begging him to drive into you and give you what you really want. Grinning down
at you, he kisses your nose.

“One sec,” he says and grabs a condom from his bag. Slipping
it on he’s back in a flash, shifting your hips to just where he wants you. He
takes a firm grasp of your hair pulling slightly; you love it when he gets
dominant. “What do you want, _____-chan?” he whispers in your ear.

“I want you, I want you so bad,” you beg making him smile
wider. Keeping his eyes locked on yours he slowly enters you, making you inhale
sharply. He starts a slow and steady rhythm but it quickly turns into a rapid
pace, his hips slamming up against yours in the most delicious way as he cradles
you close to his body.

“Oh, oh Yuu!”

“_____-chan, I…I love you so much,” he pants before kissing
your lips.

“I love you too, oh! Oh!” you cry out as he hits that one
spot in you that makes your insides quiver with pleasure. He picks up the pace
again, reading the signs on your face and the noises you’re making. Soon he’s
got you there, your body shaking in blissful release as he too comes to the top
of the mountain. When you’re both starting down from your high, he crawls off
of you and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

You follow, intercepting him as he exits to pull him to your
bed. Falling onto it, he covers you both, pushing you to your side so he can
spoon up behind you. Kissing your cheek, he says, “I have to get up really early
tomorrow to go home to pack. But I’m glad we were able to be together tonight.”

Rotating in his arms you face him. “Me too, Yuu. And,” you
add after a moment’s pause, “I’ll come with you to Tokyo.”

His eyes grow bright, his former sleepiness flitting away
like mist on a hot morning. “Really? Oh that’s awesome, this weekend just
became the best ever!”

Hugging him close you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, falling
asleep to him talking about all the guys on Nekoma’s team you’ll be meeting and
how much they’re going to love you and how jealous they’ll be of him. He can’t
wait.

From near the beginning of the blog, hope you enjoy!

Boyfriend Series: Iwaizumi Hajime

serves-up:

  • Iwaizumi is definitely the “responsible one” trope in relationships. He is very protective of you, often speaking for you, standing up for you, and doing most physical labor for you. He doesn’t mean this to be disrespectful or anything, it’s just in his nature to take charge and do things for them. If his you don’t feel comfortable with this, he will stop if asked.
  •  In the beginning of your relationship, things are a little awkward. He’s not very experienced with romance, so most “romantic” things he does are from movies or recommended to him by Oikawa. It doesn’t always go off as planned, but it’s endearing nonetheless. He’s pretty bad at initiating PDA as well. He does not want to push your boundaries or make you uncomfortable. As time goes on, he starts loosening up and will start easing into general relationship things.
  •  He’s oddly very receptive to affection. If you hug or kiss him in public he’s not really embarrassed and will return the gesture. He may blush a little bit, but other than that, there is no real reaction from him, especially if you are one to spark PDA often. He’s just neutral to it. It is a completely different scenario in front of his team, though. He gets so embarrassed when they witness him doing anything slightly romantic with you (He knows it will follow with relentless teasing from his fellow third years). 
  •  Iwaizumi takes care of you just as well as he takes care of himself. He usually buys groceries (or gives you a grocery list) with lots of healthy food and likes to cook most nights. If you guys go shopping together, he tries to be the adult, but he can’t resist being a little childish with you. If you load the cart up with sweets, he will give you a look, but he won’t say anything against it (because he wants some too tbh). He’d also be our workout buddy (but more like your own personal trainer tbh). He will do his best to get you to work out with him, and if you do, he will spend a lot of time showing you how to do things properly. Even i you already know how to do them, you just sit quietly and listen. It’s so cute when he he’s excited to teach you something new.
  •  He won’t say it out loud, but you definitely need to come to his games every once in awhile. It gives him a little bit of comfort and an extra drive to do his best when you’re in the stands, cheering him on loudly or silently. He looks so cute when he’s focused and it’s amazing to see how strong he is on the court. Also, his arms are on great display, and you can’t pass up an opportunity to see that. 
  • Movie nights are definitely a big thing between you guys! He not very picky, any movie you want to watch he just complies with. However, he likes Disaster/Action/Adventure movies, and would like to watch some of those with you. He makes some mean kettle corn (but he won’t tell you how he makes it smh)!!
  •  He puts off introducing you to the team for a while, but eventually, the time comes. You became familiar with Oikawa when you first started dating. He was a little annoying at first and he constantly teased Iwazumi about “finally getting a girlfriend” but after speaking to him for a few minutes, you could tell he really cared about his friend and was a nice person (and then he made his exit by saying “Ciao you guys, remember to use protection!~” You had to stop Iwaizumi from throwing his shoe at him). His teammates either take a liking to you or act very respectful. The underclassmen (even Kyoutani) treat you with the utmost respect, it’s a little embarrassing. You get along well with the other third years, they are all pretty nice and invite you to attend a game! (What you don’t know is after you leave they all sing the K-I-S-S-I-N-G song to Iwaizumi and he almost combusts) 
  • Iwaizumi has a little bit of an anger issue, and it’s really up to you to calm him down. He can get worked up and stressed over things easily, too. It’s best to just give him space when he’s upset and just come back to him after he’s cooled off. It’s really easy to talk to him about it though and he’s not above apologizing for scaring you or making you uncomfortable.
  •  He definitely keeps a chore log and makes sure you two are doing a fair share of work around the house. He thinks the way your house looks shows who you are as a person and he likes to keep a clean environment. But you guys still have lazy sundays.
  •  He definitely wants at least one or two dogs around the house. He thinks they are good training buddies and family pets, it would be fun to have a couple of pups to hang out with around and outside the house. Also, he read an article about how they can help prepare you for the responsibility of having a baby. If you guys get some, he will definitely spoil them like they are children. Sometimes he even feeds them off his plate. Stop him before he starts fixing them a seat at the dining room table. 

Iwa-chan!!! He may be beefy but he’s a sweetie! Loving this series so much!