#sam.fics

Your mood felt like a dam that was about to break anytime and it did. You stomped your way from the station to your apartment after snapping at a guy who was bargaining about the ticket price. You sighed as you wished nothing more than just to put a full stop to this day.

Entering your home, you saw a pair of shoes just haphazardly thrown in front of the shelf. This ticked you off. You gritted your teeth as you put yours and Hajime’s shoes back. Grumbling about how he was “insensitive” to household matters.

Well, it seems like Iwaizumi didn’t encounter a good day either. He was furious…if his actual mood is said to describe. His scowl etched more prominently on his features when he saw the bedroom being messy. He was about to exit the room when he saw you standing at the threshold, fuming. You rolled your eyes as you pass him and that seemed to irk him even more.

“You could’ve at least arrange the bed before leaving, Y/N” he says in a calm but sardonic manner. You scoff before taking your clothes and heading to the changing room, while Hajime glowers at you.

You come out, mood still not lifted and being even more vexed as you go to the kitchen counters, rummaging through the cabinets for some junk snacks, hoping these would help you a bit. Your husband eyes you angrily as you briskly put away the snacks and slam the cabinet doors.

“Don’t eat those at this time, Y/N” he says this in a rather not-so-affectionate voice and you snap back at him at his level of insensitivity.

“I would rather have you arrange some household stuff instead of policing me around!” You huff as you slam another cabinet. He was taken aback by your snap, anger bubbling inside him.

“Mind repeating that, Y/N?” he raises an eyebrow, voice icy cold.

“Oh please, cut your crap, Hajime and if that is also not possible for you then fuck off.” you roll your eyes and say before turning your back to him.

Soon enough, you feel his large hands gripping the back of your neck as he brings his mouth closer to the shell of your ear as he mutters,

“Looks like someone needs to get put into their place.” His voice sent tremors down your spine. He hooks one of your legs over his hips as he roughly nips your neck. You breathe heavily as you throw your head over his shoulders. He tightens his hold on your hips, even more strongly than before, almost leaving marks. Snaking one hand towards your core, he ghosts his hands over the sweet spot and moving back up. Flipping you as your chest meets his, he picks you up and strides towards your shared bedroom. You try to retaliate which fuels Hajime even more as he throws you over the mattress with almost zero regard.

You yelp as your back hits the mattress and you try to get up. But not quick enough to evade Hajime’s lips that crashed against yours. He sucked in the breath that you exhaled and held the sides of your head with his rough calloused hand. His lips aggressively sucking your lower lips and you whimpered, half in pain; half in pleasure. His hands that were on your sides soon went up to your hair as he yanked your hair away to break the kiss. Hajime turned you over on your chest and yanked your hair again as he formed a makeshift ponytail with his hand.

“Let’s see how long you put up your bitchy front now” he says as he hovers over your back.

You let out a squeal at this sudden manhandling. Your mind not comprehending the fact that why you aren’t getting much enjoyment from this like usual.

Hajime, on the other hand, interpreted that you were acting bratty for this treatment. He decided to push your limits a bit as it can be said that your attitude did piss him off. Not realizing that the frown on your face might be something complete opposite to what he thinks you want.

He pulled down your pajamas, chuckling darkly at the sight of you not wearing any panties underneath. A little string of slick attached to the pajamas and formed a circular splotch.

“Look at your cunt, slut. I barely touched you and you are dripping. What a whore.” he ended his sentence with the loud smack on your ass to which you responded with a cry of pain.

“Haji- Hajime…I-…Please…” your sentence not even finishing before you earned another particularly rough spank. Tears filled the brim of your eyes as you bite your lips to stop any noise from coming out.

“Address me properly, slut. Use your mouth that was running like scissors a while ago, why don’t you?” he hisses before giving another smack, this time, right across your bare pussy. You let out a rather audible moan at this as your entire body jerked upwards. You clawed the sheets and tried to escape from his prying hands, before he hooked you with his right arm across your torso, his fingers groping the flesh of your tits and pinching your nipples.

You close your eyes as you feel tears sliding down your cheeks at this new stimulation. He kisses your shoulder, sucking the skin which later left a deep purple mark.

You try to breathe heavily and relax your body when you feel Hajime inserting two of his fingers without any warning. You gasp at this sudden intrusion to which he grunts.

“Stay still.” He darkly warns, scissoring his digits over your walls, causing you to let out a moan. He continues his assault on your pussy as he jerks his hand up and down. Hajime positioned his palm on your pubic bone as he pressed into you, to which you painfully convulse.

“Stop sucking my fingers like it’s a dick, whore. Fuck, you do live for this, don’t you, cumslut?” he jerked his fingers upwards to which you yet moaned loudly, but deep down, his words felt wrong.

Does he really think I live for this? Didn’t he notice my bad mood? Does he even take notice of that nowadays? Does he really think that low of me? Am I just a piece of meat for him now?

He fucked you with his fingers as his thumb now pressed on your clit and rubbed harsh circles. Your body felt a wave of shock and before you knew, you were gushing around his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out; as he watched you stumble in the bed and fall over the pillows. You half expected him to now pull you into a hug and just get over with the night that was enough of an ordeal for you. But boy, were you wrong…

He took both your wrists and locked them up with one of his arms. You tried to push him off but your retaliation seemed like another invitation to him.

“You are prepared enough to take this cock, aren’t you, fucking whore?” he asks. He didn’t seem to search any answer for this because moments later, you felt him sinking inside your heat, inch by inch. He left your hand and groped your hips as he bottomed out. You could feel the burn in that stretch and that wasn’t okay. You gently tried to push him away, but he swatted your hand away.

“Take it like the dumb cocksleeve that you are.” He darkly whispers on your ear. Now removing himself from you.

Pulling himself completely out of you, Hajime stared thrusting inside you with reckless vigor. Pain overwhelmed your senses as you felt your body rocked by his strong one. You claw at the sheets and start whimpering.

"F-Fuck...you're so tight, hnghh...what a dirty little whore you are, getting off at such lewd words...nhnnggh."

He was grunting and groaning on top of you but you barely felt any arousing sensation. You again tried to stop him non-verbally, hoping he would catch the hint but Hajime, being driven by lust and the sensation of your clenching walls, again swatted your hands. And this is where you lose your cool.

“Hajime, STOP I SAID.” You scream, tears splattering all over your cheeks from your eyes. He looks at you, pulling himself out. You push him away from you as your frustrated tears cascade down your cheeks. Hajime sat there for a moment before bringing one hand over your cheeks to wipe away the tears.

“Baby-“he quietly whispers, all irritation, anger, arousal dissipating from his voice and from the air. He tries cupping your cheek but your anger took over your head as you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch me now, Hajime. Clearly you don’t understand about another person’s feelings and mood over your own. I had a terrible day at work Hajime and I just wanted some timeout” You hiss as you try to find your clothes. He sat there quietly, guilt eating out his insides.

He recalls back to when you were acting all bitchy. How did he miss your fatigued eyes, your worn out body? How did he not notice that what you needed was affirmation and gentle hold? Instead he treated you like a rag doll, spewing lewdness all over you like some sex-driven maniac. His insides wrenched when he noticed the little marks he placed on your body, out of anger and the drive to put you to place. He acted like the men he hates the most. Those who barely see their partner’s wants, yet he acted like one. He chose his own desire over everything.

Hajime sees you prodding towards the shower. He wanted to assist but felt like his entire body was weighing down on him, unable for him to move. He sat there as he watched you emerge out of shower and head out for the other room.

“I’ll be sleeping on the guest room, Iwaizumi.” You faintly say as you look down. He didn’t say a word as he watched you leave the room.

Hajime ran his fingers over his spiky locks. He feels like shit. The person meaning the world to him felt disappointed on him to such extent that she rather went over and sleep on a different room. Tears prickled his own eyes as he tries to soothe the contempt that swirled inside of him.

After almost like an hour, Hajime decides to check upon you. His eyes weren’t snapping shut and he felt the urge to spill everything on his mind to you. He enters the room, carefully, so as to not wake you up. He looks over your sleeping figure. The way you tuck one hand over your neck and your mouth half opens, the way your hair rubs against the pillow and just spreads all over the sheets. His insides fluttered as he watched you.

Two years into marriage and he still gets the giddiness in watching you being sound asleep. He remembers you calling him a “Romantic Creep” and laughing at his sappiness, his heart twinges in pain.

He sits at the edge of the bed, his hands drawing the comforter over your body. He takes in your left hand, as he rubs the ring finger and the thin ring adorning it. He gently kisses it and holds your hand securely.

“Y/N, I know you are extremely angry and disappointed at me. And you should be. I acted like a total dickhead without any brains. I am sorry for hurting you and not understanding what you want. But believe me babe, I didn’t mean a single thing back then. I know my words are barely enough to take back all the pain I gave you just now but still I am giving a shot. Take as much time as you want if you want to forgive me. I love you so much, my baby…I seriously cannot fathom anything in future without your hand resting against mine. You’re my breather and you’re literally the beacon of light in my life

I am no good in apologizing in anything but everything I am saying now is just coming out from my heart. I’ll give you your space to think about everything. It is visibly paining me to leave you here but I know you want this space so I’ll give you that. I love you, my love and I am extremely sorry.” His voice cracked at the end and he sniffles while looking at your gorgeous face.

Hajime kisses your shoulder, then your cheeks and lastly your forehead before leaving the room. He knows he’s barely gonna get any sleep tonight. You felt him leave as the door softly closed again. You let out an audible sigh as you felt more tears falling from your cheeks. Your heart now playing tug-of-war with your two spectrums of feelings towards Hajime. You felt his genuineness when he gently kissed your ring finger and you feel bad for not really communicating and letting your own frustration get the worst of you. You spent the majority of the night, thinking about having a conversation with him tomorrow.

Your sleep broke at the alarm blaring and you instantly could smell the sweet smell of porridge. You waste no more time in bed and head over to the kitchen. You see Hajime, eyes drooping as he puts the porridge in one bowl and take the juice. His eyes met yours and any resentment left flew out off the window. He tentatively walks towards you and inches closer to you. He awkwardly tries to hug you, still worried about you pushing him away. But when he felt your body relax against him and one hand resting on his back, he doesn’t wastes a single second to pull your body towards him. Every fiber of his being felts a sense of relief when he feels his other half coming back to him again. He kisses your hair, your eyes, and your chin. He rubs his hands over your back gently and caresses your face. He nuzzles his face on the crook of your neck and stays like this.

“I am so sorry, baby. I seriously am. You don’t think I mean those anymore, do you?” he asks you concernedly. You eye at him and shrug.

“Your words hurt me more than anything last night, Haji…I felt worthless. Do YOU really mean those, you tell me?” Hajime kisses your face with gentle ardour, wishing to wash away every single bad feeling away from you. You feel him kiss your tears away, which involuntarily fell down.

“Never ever, baby. Never in my entire life will I ever mean those. I respect you over everyone and everything else, babe, believe it. You are one of the strongest and the most perfect women in my eyes and will forever be one. I love you, Y/N.”

You melt at his words. You know he means every single one of them. His eyes, his love, his gestures say it all. Hajime is a man of genuine words and his reassurance is nothing but a morale booster for you.

“If you want, we’ll never use degradation in bed ever again. I hate seeing you broken, especially if it’s by me.” Hajime says as he fixes your hair and cups your cheek.

“Haji, it was an exception last night. Plus I am sorry too for being such a bitch too. I know it’s a little difficult to immediately forget and forgive but we both know that we had let our emotions get over our head. Plus, we both like that in bed, why ruin it?” You say while running your hands over the nape of his neck and kissing his cheek lightly.

“You sure?” Hajime rests his forehead against yours and sighs…“One hundred percent, sapman...do you want to test that out?” You laugh when you see him narrowing your eyes at you.

“Not now, you need your deserved rest after last night so let’s have breakfast and then lounge around and talk about it, hmm?” You kiss his lips as you felt warmth spreading inside you at his willingness to talk.

“I love you, Haji. I know you didn’t mean it last night but yeah like you said, it’s better if we talk this through. But…”

“But what, babe? Is something else bothering you? You can talk to me about this. I will be open to everything you need to say, even past-“

“Oh my God, Haji…I was about to say I am starving. Let’s go have breakfast first. Does anyone know you’re a sapman like that?” Haji exhales in exasperation.

“Babe-”… “Okay, sorry sorry, babe. Now, let’s go for breakfast. It smells wonderful from here”

You move towards the table as you serve yourself the porridge and relish it, while Hajime feels full already, full with relief and peace when he sees you like this. You are the messiah of his life and he vows to never hurt you like that again.

[9:30 a.m]

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