#iwaboku

[novakrouge]

sometimes all you need is a massage from iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer

[nagissimo]

[haik-ryuu-blog]

I think more people need to consider this: Iwaizumi and Bokuto. Hugging.

[novocaine-sea]

it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? by novocaine_sea

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Rating: E

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji/Oikawa Tooru, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Bokuto Koutarou/Iwaizumi Hajime, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru

Tags: Kissing, Polyamory Negotiations, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Mutual Masturbation, Dom/Sub Undertones

Summary:

After a friendly arm wrestling match after the gym left Bokuto feeling victorious, all he wanted to do was brag to his boyfriend and one of his roommates. He just never expected to come home to see said boyfriend and said roommate completely engrossed in each other, lips meeting lips with wet smacks.

[Read on AO3!]

[notallballs]

bokuto’s birthday

bc i don’t have the time or inspiration to write, here’s all the fics I would write for my beautiful good boy if only I did (from my twitter)

bokuroo they have a hilariously awkward date and then some really clumsy fumbly sex where they can't stop giggling and getting distracted

bokuaka akaashi indulges bokuto's oral fixation and fucks his mouth until he's gasping, then turns him over and eats him out for ages

oiboku they make out at a party and end up dryhumping in front of everyone before retreating to a bedroom for some slow, lazy drunk sex

iwaboku iwa throws bokuto over his shoulder and carries him to bed, then holds him down while he rides his dick and bokuto whimpers a lot

bokusuga starts with sixty-nining. they have sex like 3 times, they're unstoppable. neither of them can walk straight the next day.

bokuhina bokuto gets the dicking of his life from the tiniest top he's ever met

bokutsukki long lazy makeouts and grinding against each other on the couch until they're almost coming, then cooling off and starting over

bokudai bokuto goin down on daichi and fingering him real good while daichi pulls his hair and moans shamelessly. then they swap.

bokuten tendou sucking bokuto off but not letting him come and edging him for *hours* before finally fucking him and letting him get off

ushiboku real romantic, slow at first until they get each other worked up and then it's just bokuto drilling ushi through the mattress

bokuken some real lowkey edging from kenma mixed with bokuto alternating between cuddly and basically worshipping kenma's cock w his mouth

teruboku a hot mess. they try something really adventurous, fall off the bed, spend half the night in A&E. there are blowjobs afterward.

[fairylights101writes]

Hi!!! For the angst ask, could you do 20 with an Iwa pairing of your choice please? I love your writing!!!

20. “For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me!”Read on AO3

Iwaizumi’s hands were shaking.

He buried them into his pockets and walked a little faster, breaths puffing out, too hard for the pace, even if he’d just worked out. The world was swimming a little, sliding in and out of focus as he moved, legs threatening to give out, practically boneless. He swallowed. Ran his tongue along his teeth. Clenched his hands and tried to find the ability to breathe. Nothing came. But he carried on, nearly jogging, brushing blindly past people, no care for who or how many he brushed. Bokuto’s call had carved out a sliver of worry in him, something about Akaashi and being sick, about needing him, and it had sliced right through the constricting vines of black that had woven tight around him, strangling him.

Iwaizumi’s nails bit into his hands and he bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for a light to change, then sprinted across the street, barely able to breathe. He made it to the complex quickly, far more so than normal, and he burst in, darted upstairs, breathing a little harder, barely seeing. He wasn’t sure if it was because the anxiety attack that had started coming on before, or from Bokuto’s call.

He fumbled with his keys, managed to unlock the door with shaking hands, and slipped in. Froze. Akaashi and Bokuto sat on the couch, both of them looking perfectly fine - no bandages, no flush, no ice packs. Nothing to indicate that either were sick, that anything was wrong. His stomach dropped. He managed a weak smile. “Keiji’s okay?”

“Hajime,” Akaashi said instead, voice soft, “Sit down. Please.”

He felt his heart stutter in his chest, but he nodded slowly and crept forward, face carefully blank. They can’t know. They couldn’t know about the fresh waves of self-hatred that had formed, gathering like dark waters and rising, threatening to drag him under, steal his breath, and drown him in all the darkness they brought. Weak. Stupid. Worthless. An endless mantra in his head that left him wanting to do nothing more than bash his head against a wall. Or the anxiety attacks, the ones he’d hidden so carefully, because, with everything going on, they didn’t need another thing to worry about, let alone him and his ridiculous, overblown problems.

“What’s up?” he said.

Akaashi frowned, Bokuto’s face twisting into a soft, sad expression, and he took the lead, edging forward a little, fingers tangling together in front of himself as he stared Iwaizumi down. “Something’s been bothering you.”

Iwaizumi’s limbs locked up, eyes flickering away for a split second before he turned back, shook his head slowly. “No… I’m-”

“Hajime, listen to me for five minutes,” Akaashi said, nearly a snap, and he flinched back, pressed himself into the chair as he stared at them. Bokuto’s fingers slipped over, curled into Akaashi’s sweater, and he brushed their fingers together, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it as he shook his head. “Hajime, it’s obvious. Something has been bothering you for weeks, and all of us can see it. This is worrying us, okay? You just-”

“You look so sad all the time lately,” Bokuto broke in, lips wobbling, a flush invading his cheeks as his tear-filled golden eyes snared Iwaizumi, inescapable. He swallowed hard, throat bobbing and tongue working, but Bokuto barreled on before he could say anything. “When you think we’re not looking you get this expression, like you’re about to cry, and I don’t know why, and I want to ask you and help you, but every time I do it feels like it’s not helping! A-and I know it doesn’t because sometimes I pull away and you just have this look, like everything’s about to break, and- and- a-and-” Bokuto broke off with a choked sound, buried his face into his hands.

Akaashi’s lips twisted and he slid an arm around Bokuto, glanced back at Iwaizumi. “Hajime,” he said softly, “Whatever is hurting you right now, we’re here for you. We’ve always been here for you. You know that. We’re your partners, your friends.”

Iwaizumi’s world was spinning, darkness sucking at his lungs, leaving him trembling in his seat. His hands twisted together on his legs as he bit his tongue and smiled. “I’m okay guys, just a little-”

Bokuto shot up, red-rimmed eyes glaring at Iwaizumi as he clutched at his chest. “For once, stop pretending you’re okay! Just talk to me! Talk to Keiji! Stop shutting us out!”

They all froze, Akaashi with his arms outstretched for Bokuto, who stood there, tremors working through his body, fingers biting into his chest. Bokuto tore away a second later, feet slapping the floor as he darted back to their bedroom, agonizingly loud sobs tearing through the apartment. Iwaizumi’s chest hitched, all the air viciously torn from him as he stared after, the fainter sound of his wails breaking through the quiet. He slowly turned, eyes sliding to Akaashi.

Gray eyes blinked at him slowly, nothing showing behind the shroud of impassivity he’d pulled around himself.

Akaashi pressed his hands to his knees.

Rose.

Turned his back.

Iwaizumi lunged up, grabbed Akaashi’s wrist, the skin cool beneath his fingers. Akaashi whipped around tore his wrist from Iwaizumi’s grasp and turned a flinty glare on him, eyes narrowed and lips pursed. “You can sleep in the guest bedroom tonight.”

Iwaizumi’s hand fell back to his side. His shoulders sagged. “Okay,” he whispered, pathetically quiet, and Akaashi jerked his head in a nod before he turned and stalked away, down the darkened hallway to the even darker bedroom where sharp cries still punctuated the quiet.

Helpless, he stared at the door, fingers twitching, but legs immobile. He wasn’t sure if he was breathing. He could barely feel the beat of his heart. His hands clenched tight, head tipping down until his chin touched his chest. Why am I such a shitty person? He had been for so long, enough that everyone thought he was mean and cruel to his best friend, that he was just a violent man with no hope of getting better. He’d hurt so many, and now he’d hurt Bokuto and Akaashi too - the two men he loved the most, with every fiber and scrap of his soul.

I hate myself. A breath shuddered out. “I hate myself,” he croaked to the empty living room.

No response came.

He closed his eyes. Slowly moved through the apartment, toes dragging on the floor as he crept through a place that no longer felt quite like home. He pushed his way into the guest bedroom. Shut the door. Pressed his forehead to it for a moment before he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into the bed, curled up tight and pressed his front to the wall. Another breath shuddered out. I can’t blame them if they hate me.

He was just so tired, an exhaustion that lay bone deep, sunk deep and impossible to remove, no matter how much he slept. Everything hurt, left him weak and trembling, and it was all he could do to breathe, to function. Iwaizumi pressed his hands to his face. Let a wry laugh bubble out as the tears finally flowed, just a scarce few.

From there, it was a swift descent into the slick self-loathing that welcomed him with open arms, familiar from the recent weeks and months.

And from there, somehow, sleep.

[kofeecake]

Between The Lines - an Oikuro fic

Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsuro, Bokuto, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Hanamaki, Futakuchi, Lev, Yaku, Kenma, Terushima.

Pairings: Kuroo x Oikawa (main), Bokuto x Iwaizumi, Akaashi x Maki x Matsun

Additional tags: Aged up characters, drinking games, Kuroo’s holding a party, first time meeting, college students, slightly sexual scenes, oikawa gets drunk and gets a hangover, arm wrestling between the bara gods. 

Word count: 12,913

Sypnopsis:

“So you’ve heard of me. Wow. I feel sorta honoured.”

“You should, Kuroo-kun. Shall we head over there?”

“Yeah, I think Bokuto is getting Iwaizumi to chug his second can of beer. You want one?”

“Yeah, but…” Oikawa holds up the bottles of vodka he brought. “…it ain’t no party without real alcohol, right?”

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Basically, Iwaizumi invites his three other best friends to his roomate's best friends' gathering at their apartment. What Iwaizumi didn't expect was for Tooru to swoon over this other ex-captain from Nekoma. It gets real good (or bad, in Hajime's case) from there.

mattesun: luckily you guys are just in the same college mattesun: imagine living with him starboy♋: it should be an honourable thing barazumi: it’s okay I guess. i mean we still see each other around campus barazumi: so it’s nothing dfferent?? A DISSAPOINTMENT: oikawa is living the solitude life A DISSAPOINTMENT: learning how to start fire from rocks A DISSAPOINTMENT: while iwaizumi is getting the suck of his life from his roommate mattesun: OOOOHHHHHHHHHH starboy♋: WHAT barazumi: iT ISN”T LIKE THAT mattesun: and we now know the REAL reason iwa did not wanna move in with oikawa

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