THE ANGST QUEEN! I have to have more Iwaizumi please! Can he be friends with benefits with the popular girl at school? He starts to fall for her but she doesn't seem to look at him like that? Angsty as possible! (I'm pretty sure you'll make me hurt)
How is ____-san so perfect and doesn’t have a boyfriend?
I wish she would look my way, then just maybe I could date her!
It doesn’t matter if ____-san gets a boyfriend or not, they’ll all come to her. Luckily, she doesn’t have one now, so it doesn’t matter.
Iwaizumi inhaled your scent more just to ban the unnecessary thoughts away. It just annoyed him more though. No matter how much he rested in the crook of your neck, the thoughts just kept developing.
There he goes. Do you think he’ll actually get to be her boyfriend?
I heard ____-san said yes to a date to a guy, do you think they’re dating now?
Even if ____-san rejects someone, she’s so perfect it’s never awkward after. That’s why ____-san wants to be her friend or more. She’s so nice, fucking gorgeous also. How could anyone not want her? Too bad no one will ever get with her.
It was all so stupid. Just thinking about these things. Why did it matter to Iwaizumi?
He couldn’t help but push his hips into you more, harder to make the volleyball club door shake with each pound. It made it a bit easier to only think about you holding back your moans, rather than other stuff. The harder Iwaizumi pounded himself into you, the more you reacted. And he liked it.
When you bit down onto your knuckle to hold back from moaning too loud, Iwaizumi only went harder to see you react more. He loved it when you wrapped your arms around his neck, letting him bring his hips into you faster. His grip under your knees became tighter as he pushed them against the door more, allowing him to reach deeper into you.
“Iwaizumi-kun, s-stop,” you moaned. Your warm breath against his ear only made his spine tingle and cock become harder.
“Really? Even though you like it, ____-san?” Iwaizumi asked.
Just as you were about to answer, Iwaizumi slowly licked behind your ear, flicking his tongue then biting the spot afterword. You slapped a hand over your loud moan.
“Someone might hear you,” Iwaizumi warned, another slow lick behind your ear.
But it didn’t stop there. His tongue travelled to the nape of your chest. As his hips slowly dug into you with each away, he bit at your chest. Your back arched a bit from the friction. Iwaizumi’s length making such friction you craved almost everyday and his teeth giving you a pleasure you never knew before made it hard to have your back be still against the door.
“Iwaizumi-kun,” you panted. He only looked to your half lidded eyes, continuing to pleasure you. Iwaizumi had such an intense stare whenever you two did this. It only made your sex french more for him. “You’re making it hard to be quiet.”
Iwaizumi chuckled into your skin, and then smirked. “Good.”
It was quiet, muffled, but you heard it. And it confused you. But you didn’t have much time to ponder as Iwaizumi began to pound his hips into you, harder and faster than ever. You latched your arms and legs around Iwaizumi, biting down into his shoulder. He panted to the pleasurable bite, wishing he could do the same.
Iwaizumi wanted to mark you. He sounded ungrateful and selfish, but this wasn’t enough anymore. Your walls wrapped around him tighter, but he wanted more. Even as your hands brought his to play with your erect nipples, Iwaizumi wanted more of you. He didn’t want you to beg for his touch, he wanted you to beg for more than that.
Iwaizumi wanted you to want him.
“____-san, you’re gonna make me cum if you keep getting tighter,” Iwaizumi grunted. He said that, but as he pinches your nipple, he anticipates your walls clenching onto him tighter.
“H-Hajime, me too,” you gasped.
His eyes widened. Did Iwaizumi hear that right? Even if he didn’t, he couldn’t hold back. You moaning his name couldnt calm him down in any situation.
Swiftly, Iwaizumi brought his hips into you faster and harder than earlier. There wasn’t a care in his head for the way the door was pounding along with you two. Your back was against the door fully, your knuckle getting bit into to stifle your moans. Iwaizumi made you do that. He was the reason you feel good.
“H-Hajime,” you moaned a bit too loud.
“____-san, I’m gonna-”
You smashed your lips against Iwaizumi’s. That was all it took. It was surprising, being the second kiss you two had ever shared. Iwaizumi pushed his length deep and harder into you, filling in your walls enough to make you erupt. He liked that he could feel your muffled moans against his lips as he twitched inside your clamped walls. He liked that your walls craved his cock again after calming down. He loved that your lips were soft against his, and even softer as you said his name again.
Iwaizumi loved you.
“Iwaizumi-kun, are you okay?”
Iwaizumi turned to you after he placed his practice shirt on, finding you buttoning your shirt with such concern for him. It caught him off guard, really. But he had to hold back his sigh, even mentally doing it would distress him.
“Iwaizumi-kun?” you tried again.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Iwaizumi lied. There was no harm in telling the truth. But there would be no point in telling it either.
You watched as he turned back to his sports bag, placing in his school uniform neatly into it. Iwaizumi could feel you staring at him and it burned his back. The day was only half done and he was already more tired than he usually was after practice. He just wanted the day to be over.
Iwaizumi froze. What was the point? To get closer to him? Why did you care so much? What was the point to all of this?
Neither of you talked about it or even acknowledged each other outside of this. It all started out of stupidity. Iwaizumi forgot his book in his locker and just happened to find you crying in your classroom. It wasn’t his business, if he wasn’t so stupid to stare, this would have never been happened. But he did. And you two locked eyes and you just couldn’t help but bring him into the classroom. It started with a kiss, and then ended with you two buttoning your shirts back on.
Not once did you two ever talk about it. Neither of you even brought it up. Let alone looked at each other. For a few days, Iwaizumi would look at you, and you at him. But it didn’t mean anything, because even when he would want to go up to you, start a conversation maybe, you would look away. Iwaizumi would even find himself feeling stupid for even looking at you when you would just walk away.
But of course, you two would find yourself wrapped in each other’s arms, panting one another’s names and finding pleasure in the other.
Iwaizumi never understood, but he never questioned it. At first, he just labeled it as that stupid term, “friends with benefits”. It seemed to fit fine. When you asked for his number, it was just for the times you wanted to relieve stress he assumed. A few times it was. Other times, he would find a text from you about homework or a movie. Never really to study together or watch one with each other, you would just ask what he thought about it. Iwaizumi’s answers would be simple and honest. And that was it.
As time moved on, he found himself curious as well. He wanted to know more, just out of curiosity. If Iwaizumi was doing those things with you, it wouldn’t be weird to ask the same questions. So he did, and that’s when all his troubles started.
Maybe if he didn’t start asking, he wouldn’t start minding what people said about you. Iwaizumi always nudged away the thoughts or forced himself to look away. Whenever he left your place, Iwaizumi had to quickly get out just so he couldn’t get so engulfed in the scene. Your tired naked body laying next to him, panting because of him, you smiling next to him. It was hard to leave. You two would talk. And laugh. Sometimes, when your family was out, Iwaizumi would stay over and eat along with you. You actually cooked and talked with him. It was fun. And it was getting hard to not fall for you.
One time when you two finished, he asked if you wanted to get something to eat, just because he wanted more time with you. And to test it. Were you embarrassed to be seen with him? Would he be some other guy to you? Was it something more to you? Will this be something more than just friends with benefits?
But when you rejected Iwaizumi, he took it as is. This relationship you two had going on, it wasn’t meant to be more. Iwaizumi began to regret even asking questions back to you. Then maybe Iwaizumi wouldn’t have been so stupid to fall for someone too perfect for him.
“Don’t you think we should end this?” Iwaizumi asked. He stood up, facing you and forcing a pout. It was his natural face after all, but he really felt emotional. His heart was beating like crazy to see you shocked. Was it fear of losing this or shock from the sudden question?
“Oh,” you managed to say. “Did you want to?”
It was just for you. “Yeah. I guess.”
“Oh,” you said quietly. You looked a bit disappointed. Iwaizumi looked away. If you were disappointed, he would begin to think of other reasons instead of the actual one. You didn’t have anyone to sleep with anymore, you weren’t disappointed because Iwaizumi would be gone. “Why?”
That was unexpected. “Because it was stupid. This is stupid and pointless.”
“No. No, it’s not, Hajime,” you shook your head.
“Look, ____-san, to you it’s not,” Iwaizumi sighed. He really just wanted the day to be over. “But what’s the point? It won’t keep going. And I don’t think the guys that come up to you will like hearing that you sleep with me. Let’s just end this.”
Iwaizumi began to walk to the door, until you grabbed his wrist. “Hajime, wait!”
“Why do you say my name like we’re so close?” Iwaizumi asked irritated.
“I… We’re sleeping together, I’ve said it before. I thought it was-”
“We were only sleeping together,” Iwaizumi interjected. He flinched to his own words just like you did. It was more of a reminder to himself than to tell you. Iwaizumi shook his head and walked out the door.
“Hajime, wait!” you called out.
You swiftly ran, blocking Iwaizumi from walking down the stairs. He wouldn’t meet you in the eyes, and your heart was pounding too much to look anywhere else. Iwaizumi has seen that look before. You’ve silently asked for it when he’s pushing deep inside you.
Look at me.
“You should go, before anyone else sees you here,” Iwaizumi
“Do you not want to be seen with me?” you retorted, a bit hurt.
And that made Iwaizumi annoyed. “Weren’t you the one who never wanted to be seen with me?”
“What? Hajime, no, I-”
“Every time I look at you, you act like I don’t exist. If it’s so hard just to say hi, then it shouldn’t matter if this is done with. This was stupid anyway, ____-san,” Iwaizumi said. He sounded so bitter. Maybe he was, but as you grabbed onto his wrist, shaking your head, he couldn’t be composed. “Why do you care so much?”
“I… Because I…” your voice trailed off as your eyes trailed away from Iwaizumi. Instantly you became red and didn’t know how to speak.
Because the entire Seijou volleyball team stood behind the door, their eyes as wide as their shock and your embarrassment.
Confused, Iwaizumi turned slowly. He immediately became as red as you to find his teammates. Iwaizumi turned his back to you, holding his arm out in front of you. You grabbed onto it, bringing your forehead to his bicep. Even with Iwaizumi’s muscular arm, the entire team could still see you glow from the embarrassment.
“You idiots, were you just going to keep standing there eavesdropping?!” Iwaizumi yelled. He didn’t mean to, he was just embarrassed. Just how much of the conversation did they hear? Did they hear the door earlier?
“That… That was you two this whole time?” Oikawa asked, appalled.
Both you and Iwaizumi flinched. “W-Wait, it’s a misunderstanding!”
Iwaizumi’s head snapped to you. You were denying it. Of course you were, you were ashamed to be seen with him after all.
Everyone looked to Iwaizumi confused as he stood straighter, dropping his arm, and more composed. A hole grew in your stomach.
“It’s like ____-san said, its not what you guys think,” Iwaizumi said.
Before anyone could say a thing, Iwaizumi turned and walked down the stairs behind you. It was for a second, but you could see. And panic came into your heart. Iwaizumi didn’t want anything to do with you.
His eyes were strong. And they were strong enough to tell you that even without looking at you.
You shook your head and made your way towards Iwaizumi. “Hajime, Hajime, no, please wait!”
“You should go home, ____-san. I have to go to practice,” Iwaizumi replied without turning to you.
No matter how much you called out to him, Iwaizumi kept walking. No matter how much you wanted to chase him more, your legs wouldn’t move. No matter how much you stared, Iwaizumi wouldn’t look at you.
He never did again.