Haikyuu Oneshots

Iwaizumi Hajime - Work (H)

(y/n) sighed and switched off her laptop. She groaned at another rejection. Finding acting gigs was harder than she imagined, but the worst part about being completely unemployed was that Iwaizumi had to work twice as hard to support the both of them, and she hated having to depend on a man.

Iwaizumi, on the other hand, didn't mind it at all. He loved her and respected her and understood that she was having a hard time at the moment, so he endured the hard work if it meant he would come back to her at the end of the day.

(y/n) was also a very good cook, and he always came back to some crazy extravagant meal that she would make purely out of boredom. However, if you ever dared to call her a housewife she would definitely rip your face off.

She loved Iwaizumi, and she appreciated all that he did for her, but she hated not being able to do what she loved. She had a strong work ethic, the day wasn't done until everything in the dayplan was completed. Others might call her a workaholic, obsessive compulsive perhaps, but she found happiness when she was working.

That night when Iwaizumi came home from work she was lying on the couch, scrolling on her phone.

IWAIZUMI: I'm home! How's the job hunt?

He said as he placed his bag on the counter.

Y/N: There's potatoes in the little oven.
IWAIZUMI: Nice conversation change, something wrong with you auditions?
Y/N: Got rejected for that play. Maybe I should just give up and get a corporate job.
IWAIZUMI: The (y/n)-chan I know doesn't give u- Oh lord...

He said as he walked closer to the couch, plate of potatoes in hand, and finally saw her. She was wearing a dress with no underwear, her ass was poking out of it, and he could see the bottom part of her folds by the way her legs were bent. He felt his pulse quicken and his pants tighten.

IWAIZUMI: Let me give you a massage...

He said before placing his potatoes back on the counter and grabbing an ointment from his work bag. He walked back to her and she laid down on her stomach, Iwaizumi pulled down the straps on her dress and let a few drops of the ointment fall on her skin.

He started from her shoulders, he rubbed his thumbs into her skin in circular motions to relieve her muscles. He would move lower and lower until he reached about the middle of her back, where the dress he'd lowered was, and then he'd push his thumbs into her and move them all the way up to her neck, then repeating it again.

(y/n) was slightly squirming under him, because of the pressure he was putting on the spots where she was most tense. He then moved his hands along her arms, softly massaging them as he went along, then he pushed her dress further down and started from the small of her back, pushing all the way up to her neck again.

Once he'd done that, he moved her hair out of the way and pressed two kisses on her neck. (y/n) shivered, but figured he was just being affectionate.
Then he pulled up her dress, revealing her ass. He started kneading it softly, squeezing it at times.

Y/N: Nghhh, that's not my back...
IWAIZUMI: I said I'd give you a massage, I didn't say where.

He kissed down her back as he continued to knead her ass cheeks, occasionally slipping his finger further down to poke her entrance. His hands gripped her thighs as he softly bit into her ass, causing (y/n) to flinch and giggle, Iwaizumi chuckling with her, although she immediately stopped as soon as his fingers reached her clit from behind, she let out a soft whine as her hips instinctively began to move back and forth, trying to feel some pressure.

One hand on her ass, the other teasing her pussy, Iwaizumi felt himself get harder in his pants with every little moan and mewl she let out. He grabbed (y/n)'s arms with one hand and pinned them to her back, as the other hand smacked her ass forcefully and repeatedly. Suddenly he had flipped her around, finally seeing that beautiful face he was so in love with.