It’s a calm morning when you unknowingly decide to ruin Iwa’s sense of reality.
He’s standing beside the counter in a pair of gray sweats, still half asleep, broad shoulders relaxed as he pours you both coffee.
You’re leaning against the counter, reminiscing on your old high school days out loud when you casually say, “God I was so in love with you in high school, it’s actually embarrassing”
The comment stops him dead in his tracks. He slowly turns to you, eyebrows pinches tight, “…Huh?”
You just laugh, the sound way too light and airy for the absolute bomb you just dropped on him.
He’s staring hard now, eyes glued to your face as if the answer might suddenly change if he looks hard enough.
“You liked me?”, he asks slowly.
You blink at him, “Yeah, wasn’t it obvious?”
The room goes silent for a second, both of you trying to process the new information.
“I thought you liked Issei”, he suddenly blurts with a frown.
“…Why would I like Issei?” you ask, eyebrow raised.
His jaw drops, “You two literally acted like a couple!”
That makes you snort, “Oh, that was his idea. We were trying to make you jealous”, you laugh a little, waving him off, “I just figured it didn’t work because you didn’t want me!”
The silence that follows is deafening.
Iwa just stares at you like his entire high school experience is replaying behind his eyes in horrible, painful detail.
Every hangout where Matsukawa draped himself all over you, the teasing little comments and shy giggles.. Every single time you laughed at his dumb comments while Iwa sat there trying to force himself to be happy for you two.
“We could’ve been together so much sooner!” He barks, incredulous look on his face.
Now, it’s your turn to be stunned. You blink, “Wait…. What?”
“I was obsessed with you!”, he groans loudly, dramatically dragging his hands down his face, “Oikawa used to make fun of me because I’d bitch about you and Issei all the time!”
Your eyes widen, mouth falling open dramatically, “Shut up, no way!”
“All those years…” he groans, “All because that dumbass wanted to play mind games”
The laugh that escapes you cools him down a little. His shoulders loosen, huffing out his own little laugh as he shakes his head.
“Hey,” you say softly after a moment, smiling at him real sweet, “we got here eventually, didn’t we?”
And just like that, his irritation melts clean away.
Because you’re right here.
Messy morning hair.
One of his oversized shirts slipping off your shoulder.
Mismatched socks sliding against the kitchen floor.
Standing in your shared apartment making breakfast together like this was always where you were meant to end up.
His entire expression softens instantly, “…C’mere,” he mutters, already reaching for you.
You grin immediately, shuffling into his arms with a giggle as he wraps himself around you completely, pulling you flush against his chest and rocking you gently side to side.
“I can’t believe it” he mumbles into your hair.
You smile up at him, crinkling your nose, “Sorry, I really th-“
“No,” he cuts in immediately, pulling back just enough to look at you with pure disbelief, “I can’t believe Oikawa was right about it being fake”
You burst out laughing so hard you nearly choke.
Iwaizumi follows a second later, loud and bright, the sound filling the apartment and melting away the last sleepy traces of the morning completely.
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A/N: Iwa makes u swear to never tell Oikawa bc he knows he’ll never hear the end of it
“ohhmmmyyygooosshhhf,” you slur, cheeks a bright red as your head spun.
“everything okay?” a man asks, holding your wrist with concern.
“mmhmmm! jus— just realized something,” you chirp, one too many shot glasses clinking together on the table as the hustle and bustle of others continue.
“yeah? what is it?” he chuckles. you look around with suspicioun, cautiously studying the area for any rubbernecks.
“‘s a secret. promise you won’t tell nobody?” you hiccup, raising your pinky in front of his face.
“promise,” he smiles, locking his own pinky with yours. you smile, scooching in closer to reveal your secret.
“i have a crush on someone…” you whispered, sweet alcohol laced in your breath.
“that so?” he smirks. “who is it?”
“his name’s hajime. iwaizumi. hehe hajime,” you giggle to yourself. he smiles, letting you continue.
“he’s sssoooo handsome. so caring and nice, too. sometimes, i have dreams of him telling me he loves me,” you ramble, words tripping over themselves. he laughs as you mimick what dream-hajime does to you, cupping the air as if it had a face, pushing your lips together in a smooch, and saying “i love you” in the deepest voice you could make (albeit with a few voice cracks).
“oh really? sounds like a nice guy,” he smiles, resting his chin on his hand as he traces the rim of his empty water glass.
“and sometimes… i wanna kiss hajime. like, on his soft, pretty lips,” you admit, giggling to yourself like a high school girl.
“yeah? i think hajime would like that,” he replies. you beam at his words, scooching closer to him once more.
“ah, really?! maybe i’ll kiss him tonight then! if he wants to, hehe.”
a server comes back with a card and a black, leather check presenter. the man gently thanks him, placing his card and receipt in his wallet before checking the table for anything else. he gently takes your purse hooked on the chair next to him, slings it over his shoulder, and kneels before you.
“ready to go, mrs. iwaizumi?” he asks, voice patient as he holds out his left hand, a ring slightly catching the light above.
“but, we were just talking,” you pout. “wait… mrs? ah— iwaizumi?” you ask, now processing his words. he only smiles, rubbing your knee with his other hand.
“hajime wants you home now, okay?” he says, words carefully woven with warmness. you look down at your hand and see a ring, one that matches his. your eyes slightly widen in realization, but not one that sobers you up. you nod your head and let him lift you up, wobbling on your heels as he walks you to the car.
even as you wake up the next morning, head pounding and mouth dry, you find hajime asleep in front of you, lips slightly parted as he holds you close. the gaps in shadows let the sun’s light in, painting him a soft, golden hue. he grumbles in his sleep, pulling you somehow closer as his lips instinctively find their way to your forehead. without another movement, he drifts off back to his deep slumber.
I had a really weird dream last night, and this is the most coherent thing I can make of it without writing an essay.
She's a bog body. I'm not exactly sure the peat bog situation in West Africa, but I read that there's one in Congo "the size of England", and that's close enough in geography for it to be plausible.
they overhear you complimenting/gushing about them in front of your friends - kuroo, iwa, tendou, yamaguchi
kuroo
you guys are studying together in a library
when he’s busy looking for a specific book, you send a voice message to your besfriend
you start gushing about him, how smart he is, how hot he looks, and how happy you are to be here with him
you think he’s too far away, but you don’t notice he’s approaching behind you
he got his typical big grin on his lips, but he’s also blushing a little
he sat down and at the beginning he won’t saying anything
then all of sudden he would bring it up
"so you think i’m a hottie mmh?" he asks showing that big grin on his face, his cheek resting on his palm, looking at you with a sly look. and he will tease you for this forever.
iwaizumi
you are watching one of his matches with your friends
as a match point he spiked and lead his team to victory
since then you can’t stop gushing about him
even in the hallways where you are waiting for him, you keep saying how incredible he plays and how much you adore him
so invested in it you don’t realize he’s getting closer to you
he scratches the back of his neck and try to hold back a smirk. "so you enjoyed the match?" he tries to ask you casually, but you can see in his flustered expression he totally caught your words
tendou
you were at his birthday party
now in the kitchen with your friends to grab some sodas
they ask you how things are going with him, and you start saying the sweetest things about him
he was looking for you, when he stops in his tracks on the doorstep
his cup mid-air, and his lips slightly parted
he’s taken aback by your words, his body is froze but he’s exploding of joy inside. when you turn to see him he's smiling like an idiot and a little blush is on his cheeks
yamaguchi
you are in the classroom chatting with your friends while Yamaguchi was outside for lunch with Tsukishima
one of them asks you about him with a little teasing grin
you blush and start to list all the things you like about him
he entered the room while you were specifically telling how great he is at volleyball
and especially how well he does his serves
he catches your words and his eyes widen, his cheeks burning red. he brings his hands up to cover his face. "y-you really think so!?"
thanks for reading!! feel free to ask me for other characters
one volleyball loss, four cups of convenience store pudding, mario kart violence, and a man clinging like emotional duct tape.
wc: 1.2k, request
the gym still smelled like dust and disappointment when you found him.
it wasn’t poetic or cinematic—no rain, no dramatic lighting, no swelling soundtrack. just the quiet aftermath of a loss that felt too big for the building, too heavy for his shoulders. the miyagi spring qualifier semi-finals were over, karasuno had won, and the echo of the final whistle was still ringing somewhere behind your eyes.
iwaizumi sat on the bench like gravity had personally singled him out.
his towel was draped over his head, damp hair sticking to his forehead, elbows on his knees, hands clenched together so tightly his knuckles looked pale. he hadn’t cried. that was almost worse. you knew him well enough to know the silence meant the storm was brewing somewhere deep, gnawing, chewing through him slowly like a very rude emotional termite.
you didn’t say his name right away.
you just sat next to him.
the bench creaked in protest, the sound obnoxiously loud in the empty gym. he didn’t flinch. didn’t look up. just breathed in, out, in, out—like if he stopped, the whole thing might spill out of him all at once.
your knee bumped his. on purpose.
“hey, iwa.”
his shoulders tensed. then sagged.
“…hey.”
it came out hoarse, like he’d swallowed gravel and pride in equal measure.
you leaned forward, elbows on your thighs, mimicking his posture like a quiet mirror. “you wanna stay here until they kick us out, or do you wanna go somewhere with heating and snacks?”
a beat.
“…snacks.”
“excellent choice,” you said solemnly. “your decision-making skills remain unmatched.”
that got a tiny huff out of him. not a laugh. but close. like the ghost of one.
you stood first, holding out your hand without looking at him. it hung there between you, patient. steady.
after a second, he took it.
his grip was warm. tight. like he was afraid if he let go, you’d evaporate on the spot. you didn’t comment on it. just squeezed back.
iwaizumi’s apartment was quiet in that lived-in, safe way. shoes kicked off by the door. his jacket tossed carelessly over a chair. the lights were dim, curtains half-drawn, city glow sneaking in like it was trying not to interrupt.
you handed him a pudding cup and a spoon.
he stared at it for a moment. “you remembered the flavor.”
“obviously,” you said. “chocolate first, vanilla if things get dire.”
his mouth twitched. “they got dire.”
“they did,” you agreed gently, settling onto the couch beside him. “extremely dire. historic levels of dire.”
he snorted despite himself, then sighed, long and heavy. “we should’ve had that set. if i’d just—”
“iwa,” you said softly.
he stopped.
you turned to face him fully. “you played your heart out. all of you did. one game doesn’t rewrite that.”
he swallowed, jaw tight. “it feels like it does.”
you didn’t argue. you just leaned in, resting your head against his shoulder. the contact was small but intentional, like placing a bookmark in the moment.
his body went rigid for half a second.
then he melted.
he slumped sideways until his temple rested against the top of your head, spoon forgotten, pudding untouched. his arm hovered awkwardly behind you, unsure.
you nudged him with your foot. “iwa. you can put your arm around me. i’m not made of glass.”
“…i know,” he muttered.
then his arm came down, slow and careful, settling around your shoulders like he was afraid to startle you. his hand flexed once, twice, then stilled.
you stayed like that for a while. the city hummed outside. somewhere down the street, someone laughed too loudly. life, rude as ever, kept going.
“…thanks for coming,” he said quietly.
“where else would i be?”
he didn’t answer. just tightened his arm around you a fraction, like the thought itself was something precious he needed to protect.
mario kart started as a joke.
it always did.
“winner picks dinner,” you said, grabbing a controller.
iwaizumi eyed you. “you cheated last time.”
“i absolutely did not.”
“you threw a blue shell on the last lap.”
“strategic excellence,” you corrected. “skill issue.”
his competitive spirit flickered back to life like a pilot light. “pick your character.”
you grinned. “baby peach.”
he groaned. “you’re evil.”
“and you love me,” you sang.
“…i tolerate you,” he said, but his ears were red.
the first race was chaos. you screamed. he yelled. someone got hit by a banana peel and accused the other of sabotage. at some point, he leaned forward so hard he nearly fell off the couch, shouting threats at a digital bowser like the turtle could hear him.
you laughed until your stomach hurt.
for a little while, the loss loosened its grip on him. his smile came easier. his eyes lit up. he bumped your shoulder when he passed you on the track, victorious and smug.
“don’t get cocky,” you warned. “i’m emotionally fragile and capable of crimes.”
he laughed—really laughed this time, head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut. the sound did something funny to your chest.
by the third race, you were both sprawled sideways, legs tangled, your head resting against his arm. neither of you bothered to move.
somewhere between rainbow road and coconut mall, your eyelids started to droop.
iwaizumi noticed immediately.
he always did.
“hey,” he murmured. “you good?”
“mhm,” you hummed. “just… comfy.”
his thumb brushed absently against your shoulder. once. twice. like he was testing the feeling, committing it to memory.
“you can sleep,” he said. “i’ll keep playing.”
“you’re gonna win without me,” you protested weakly.
he smiled down at you, soft and fond. “i already won.”
you didn’t have the energy to ask what he meant.
sleep took you gently.
iwaizumi didn’t move when your breathing evened out.
not a muscle.
you were warm against him, tucked into his side like you’d always belonged there. your hair brushed his jaw every time you shifted, and he had to clench his teeth to keep from reacting too obviously.
he looked down at you like you were something holy.
precious. irreplaceable. terrifyingly important.
“…thank you,” he whispered, barely louder than the hum of the console.
you didn’t stir.
his fingers curled slightly into the fabric of your hoodie, subtle, possessive in a way that scared him if he thought about it too hard. he leaned his head against the back of the couch, eyes never leaving your face.
“you always know when to show up,” he murmured. “like you’re wired into me or something.”
he swallowed.
“i don’t know what i’d do without you.”
his thumb brushed your cheek, feather-light. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, lingering just a second longer than necessary.
“i swear,” he whispered, voice rough with emotion, “i’ll do better. i’ll be better. for you.”
another kiss. softer.
“thank you for staying.”
you smiled.
just a little.
he froze.
“…are you awake?”
you didn’t answer. just shifted closer, nose pressing into his chest, fingers curling into his shirt like it was the most natural thing in the world.
his heart nearly exploded.
he laughed quietly, breathless and awed, arm tightening around you like he’d never let go as long as he lived.
“yeah,” he murmured, resting his chin atop your head. “sleep. i’ve got you.”
wc: 0.8k
content warning: smut, trainer iwaizumi x reader, basically a bj, not proofread
note: holy shit has this been at the back of my mind...... likeee anything with the words iwaizumi hajime (27) atheletic trainer: SIGN ME TF UP NOW.
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fuck, your new fitness trainer was so hot.
peeking in glances at iwaizumi's well-built figure, you can't help but feel all nervous that you're gonna slip up under his gaze. his sharp eyes tail you, making sure your form is impeccable and hits the right points, even though his broad and tender arms are always there for you if you struggle. at some point, you thought about playing the struggling, unfit student just to see iwaizumi catch you and feel his muscles beneath you. course, you needed to stand up and make sure you're getting all the benefits from every single penny you pay him.... butttt that's also technically part of the session, right?
after a quick break for some refreshing water, eyes still locked onto iwaizumi in the corner of the room. he's taking off his fitted jacket, showing off his toned biceps that flexed in the light covered in a thin sheen of sweat. shit.... this guy might just be the real deal. who needed the old trainer anyway now that you've got iwaizumi.
meeting his eyes with yours, immediately you can't help but look away to which he does as well. though, your eyes just happened to land on the tent emerging in the middle of his crotch, to which he tries to hide when he realizes you may have seen something that wasn't part of the training plan.
continuing with your paid session, you can't help but feel the intimate tension rise when you're put into these more constricting poses that make you feel closer to him than you were before. well.. especially after that little moment. though it does seem like you're not the only one who acknowledged the incident since his tent keeps growing beneath you.
the position you were in didn't help much either. overall, this "stretch" seemed more sexual than to improve your flexibility, but you didn't really mind since the view was much to your standards with that face and body of his. the intensity is driving him crazy, the sentences he spoke turned into quiet stutters while you lay underneath his big body that was engulfed in the heat.
"let me help you.. you're feeling this more than i am," getting on your knees, you looking up at him with the more innocent but seductive look in your eyes.
shit, did that turn iwaizumi a bright red.
putting a fist to his pressed lips, he cleared his throat.
"if you insist."
gently, you pushed him back to where he sat on the bench. unzipping his shorts, his cock sprang up from its compressed little tent. iwaizumi's cock was huge, you didn't even know if it'll all fit in your mouth, much rather your pussy that has been gushing with juices the moment you saw him walk in.
palm at the base of his cock that twitched with your gentle touch, precum already on the tip of his cock, you stroked. his intense eyes bored into your scalped while watching you pump his cock to the max. iwaizumi's beyond red at this point trying to resist the urge to already reach his climax. fuck he was so glad you asked to help him, if not he probably wouldn't exploded in his shorts by now seeing you under him in that pose, "stretch" his ass. he just wanted to see you with your legs behind your head.
the continuous pumping's getting him so riled up he just can't watch this anymore. it's like a fantasy come true fucking on the job. iwaizumi wanted to watch you take all of him in your small little mouth as your plump lips wrap around him.
"can you suck already.. our time for our session is almost up" iwazumi's voice is husky and breathy as he tries his best to hold back.
following his request, you slowly teased him by licking the precum that overflowed from his tip as he gazed. before you could even go down on his whole cock, mouth wide about to go down, his large hand pushed you to the base of his cock. your nose basically at his trimmed hairs. iwaizumi's grunting in satisfaction of your soft and hot plush mouth surrounds his cock in pure euphoria.
fuck... you couldn't even breathe but damn was this all you ever wanted.
tears started to swell at the corner of your eyes from the sudden and sharp movement. the pain of his tip hitting the back of your throat in one big move hissed at you, but you couldn't care less. you're spending every penny worth for every session you pay iwaizumi for, and he knows what you want every time now.
your always devoted best friend caves in to you and your stupid tiktok ideas
“absolutely not.”
“come on hajime! you’re the only one who i actually believe will not struggle carrying me like that!”
sometimes iwaizumi wished you’d just shut up that pretty little mouth of yours. it was not fair. he really was trying to hold back his own feelings for you and you just always had to compromise his restraint. you, the ever so dense and stupid and absolutely gorgeous owner of his heart and soul, technically his best friend since his first year at seijoh.
the university campus was almost completely empty since it was pretty late at night, you two had that habit, just going for dinner after a grueling day after boring lectures and incompetent project partners. and every time, iwaizumi had to fight back the urge to just confess on the spot, seeing how beautiful you looked under the campus’ street lights. it was the most important priority on his mind: not surrendering to your charms.
but right now, after you were scrolling on your phone and showed him a new take on the ‘maui wowie’ tiktok trend, his priorities changed. he was determined to absolutely refuse you hanging on him like that. he was sure his heart couldn’t take it. not today. not after your weekly ramen dinner felt more… charged with intimacy than ever.
“it’s really not that hard! we just have to find a lamppost or something that you can lean into! easy!” you claimed, not knowing how quickly the pink rushed to his ears.
it was everything but easy. the trend was simple of course: him leaning his arm on some wall, surface or anything steady so you could just cling to his bicep and lift yourself off the ground while singing the lyrics. did you really not see the huge problem that is?
how can you possibly not realize that one touch from you could potentially lead him to disaster?
you scanned all over the street until you found a decent street light post and you immediately beamed “come on it’s gotta be fast before people stare too much”
“y/n i’m not doing that stupid trend”
you genuinely seemed upset, it was like seeing a puppy get scolded “but why…?”
god he hated how easily he caved in.
“you always get what you want and i hate it” he groaned, momentarily dropping his bag on a nearby bench, as he casually rolled his hoodie sleeves up.
you really tried not to stare, too much at least.
“well?” he had the audacity to rush you, now one hand leaning on the post, face with a mix of frustration and fondness you only saw when he was with you.
“r-right!” you snapped out of trance and carefully placed your phone on the bench at a proper angle to film “try not to drop me!”
“never.” he said. almost too earnestly. almost too vulnerable.
the filming process was fun, you just… hanging from his arm as he tried, really tried, to keep a stoic face on. however, how could he not smile like a fool when you were just having so much fun?
oh and people in the comments? they noticed. so much.
“it’s like at 46k likes now haji!” you cackled, showing him your phone, now on the tiktok comment section “people want to bite your bicep too, the internet is weird. they also are talking about the ‘way you look at me’, ha!”
iwaizumi chuckled softly “bite? that’s new” the second part of your sentence he decided to ignore, until you scooted a bit more closer, enough to smell your silly strawberry perfume.
“well, people are so creative nowadays, i hate they are funnier than me” you snorted, still reading the absurd comments. one particularly, made you frown:
‘so is he like… happily in a relationship or just in a relationship’
you gasped unconsciously.
iwaizumi really wished he didn’t catch your reaction.
“unbelievable! they are trying to steal you away” you said, too casually. but too invested. the corner of his mouth twitched.
“steal me away?” he asked, a dangerous smirk forming. only then you realized what he was implying. what your reaction meant to him.
you feel the heat on your cheeks way too much. “i- i mean, you know, uh”
your stammering was the only confirmation he needed.
and so he leaned in, close. way to fucking close. you could feel his lips hovering you just… millimeters away from yours.
“you’re not pulling back” he said, voice low, amused “scared that if you move… they’ll steal me away?”
your heart felt like imploding.
“yes.” where did you gathered the courage to say that?
“don’t worry” he breathed out, too relieved and too happy for his own good. and his eyes, dear god those eyes, looking at you like you just found the cure to all of his wounds “i’ll write that i am happily in a relationship now”
“okay” you whisper. it’s not permission so much as surrender.
the kiss feels like he’s afraid you’ll put your guard up again, it’s bold, he’s holding you by the neck so firmly you think he is wondering if you might vanish away. he’s pressing you against him as if wishing your bodies would just merge. there, in his couch, the one you both spent years pretending you didn’t want to ruin your friendship while sitting on it.
and let’s just say a kiss is not the only thing that couch witnessed after a successful tiktok trend.
a/n: i wanna smooch him mwah mwah i luvvvv iwaizumi hajime (college student)
