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heich0e · 11 months
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take it easy baby, make it last all night - iwaizumi hajime/f!reader (1.5k) tags: cali!iwa, college!iwa, tit worship, dry humping, mentioned cumming in pants, no actual sex (sorry fellas), bi iwa is canon and if you disagree you're a coward xo!
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT - 18+
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iwaizumi's biggest culture shock when he moves from japan to california for school isn't the different language, the heat, or even the party culture at UCI. 
it's the SKIN.
hajime has never stopped to consider the conservative conventions of his home country at any great length, since it's all he's ever known. but suddenly he's in sunny SoCal, and everywhere he looks he's met with glimpses of exposed skin—of parts of strangers' bodies he never thought he'd see. 
it flusters him at first; never quite sure where to look when he's speaking to a girl in a low-cut crop top, or a guy he meets out on a jog who'd forgone a shirt. but he acclimatizes to it eventually. comes to appreciate it in many ways, too.
take the humble tube top, for instance.
sure he likes bikinis, and mini skirts, and those skimpy skin-tight dresses girls wear on nights out. he likes those tiny running shorts that ride up on the track teams thighs when they go out for runs on campus near the athletics building, muscle tees cut low under the arms that the guys at the gym wear, or those grey-sweatpants whose infamy hajime has come to understand.
but there's something about tube tops that he just adores.
or, at least, something about you wearing one.
he's been watching you quietly for most of the night, flitting around the party like you normally do, nursing your drink in small sips to make it last. your tube top clings snugly to your chest, and fuck he's pretty sure you're not even wearing a bra underneath it. he watches the way your body moves, the way the top moves with it. the way your tits lift and settle again, pretty and soft, each time you subtly adjust the top with a little tug. 
you gravitate towards him in intervals throughout the night, like a moth to a flame.
that's another thing hajime's come to like about america: no one bats an eye at PDA.
you sit comfortably in his lap on the sofa at the house party, playing with his fingers where his hand rests on your thigh. your body is warm. his body is warm. the party's crowded, the little house off campus jammed with students and driving the temperature up, but still he keeps you exactly where you are with his arm looped around your waist.
"hey," you say, peeking back at him over your shoulder after a while of idly tracing your fingertips along his knuckles. "you having fun?"
he is, but probably not for the reasons you think. he couldn't care less about the merriment around him: the happiest he's been all night are the moments where you've drifted back within arm's reach. he nods anyway.
you pout a little, and it surprises him.
"you wanna get outta here?" he asks curiously, picking up on your unvoiced disappointment. your eyes watch his lips as they shape the question, and then flicker back up to his.
"yeah."
the first year hajime spent in california, he lived in a tiny UCI dorm. the second, he moved into a small apartment off campus with some friends he'd met at school. the apartment isn't luxurious by any stretch of the imagination. it's austere; spartanly decorated; and with four college-age boys living in it, it isn't always the tidiest place. but one thing he appreciates about his living arrangement is that on a friday night, the place is usually empty.
not to mention it has a double bed.
hajime has you sprawled across it almost as soon as the two of you stumble through his bedroom door. you laugh a little at his eagerness as you tip back onto the mattress, bouncing lightly atop the padded springs, and then he's crawling in overtop of you, pressing his mouth against yours.
he's greedy as he kisses you, like he's making up for all the times he thought about it while he watched you that night from afar. his hands are just as intrepid, drifting along your body in careful but keen grazes and gropes. everything about you is so soft—it makes his head spin how delicate every part of you he touches feels. the soft swells of your curves, the silkiness of your skin, the little sounds he pulls from you when the presses against the places you like most.
he leans back on his knees, poised between your parted thighs as you lay flat on your back underneath him, and finally—after hours of praising its very existence—hajime tugs down the neckline of your tube top.
your chest spills out as the thin material is drawn away by a single finger looped under the edge as leverage. as your skin, all of your skin, is bared to him, hajime finds himself once again so so pleased with his decision to study abroad. 
god bless america has never rung so true.
"fuck, you're so pretty," hajime groans, cupping a hand around each of your tits and pressing them together. you laugh but it's a breathy sound, more air than anything. his thumbs skim gently against the edges of your nipples, working them into stiff little peaks. after a moment, he dips down and catches one in his mouth, closing his lips around it so his tongue can take up the task.
he continues like this for a while, alternating between each breast, switching from his hands to his mouth as he lavishes your skin with attention and sates the thirst that had built throughout the evening. when he opts to use his hands, his mouth quickly finds its way to somewhere else, keeping itself occupied—your collarbones, your throat, your jaw, your lips. he kisses every inch of you that he can reach, but pays special attention to any little freckle or mark he finds along his way, dragging the tip of his tongue against them like he's savouring the taste of them most.
the two of you have been grinding lazily against each other while he devours you. iwa’s straddling one of your trembling thighs, his knee pressed firmly against the seam of your tiny denim shorts, and his painfully hard cock is pinned against your hip as he holds himself up over you. your tube top is still rucked down around your ribs, and iwa’s own t-shirt had been hastily tugged off over his head at some point during the excitement.
"hajime," you pant, tugging against the short hair at his nape as he suckles a bruise into the top of your left breast. he draws back only enough to meet your eyes, though his are unfocused and heavy-lidded, and his warm breath catches on the wet mark of spit left where his lips had just been attached. you look similarly wrecked: lips swollen and kiss-bruised, your stare glassy, your skin dewy with the flush of perspiration. your lips are still parted after having uttered his name so desperately.
that’s another thing iwa likes about it here. he likes being called by his name.
especially like this.
hajime rocks his hips against your own again, pressing his knee against you a little harder, groaning and he dips down and nips at your skin once more.
“i think i’m gonna cum,” he admits through gritted teeth, half-embarrassed and half-recklessly chasing the high he feels cresting in the pit of his stomach. he’s barely even touched you yet—at least not in any way that counts—but seeing you like this in his bed, tasting you in the way he has been, feeling your body react underneath his own, it’s all just a bit too much.
you could chide him for his clumsy eagerness and he wouldn’t even blame you for it, he feels like a pent-up teenager when he gets like this. but you don’t tease him, or reprimand him. instead, you take his cheeks in your hands and guide his lips back up to yours, letting his tongue slide—hot and wet and indecently noisy—against your own.
“cum then,” you whisper into his mouth, canting your hips up to meet the next roll of his. “wanna feel it, haji.”
and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing he’s ever heard.
iwaizumi moans brokenly, his hips picking up a steadier rhythm as he ruts against you. he’s being greedy, he knows that, but how could he deny you your request when you posed it so sweetly?
but he’ll make you feel good afterwards, just like he always does. unclasping the button at the waist of those tiny shorts, peeling them down with the same reverence he’d paid to your top and turning his rapt attention to what he bares there in just the same way too.
it’s friday night in sunny southern california, after all. and hajime intends to make the most of every minute.
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colorseeingchick · 2 years
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Welcome Home (Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader)
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Summary: It's Iwa's first birthday away from home, and so his college friends decide to get him the best gift they could think of. But perhaps what they get him was a bit too much of a surprise, because the gift (and everything that followed) were all events that Iwa was far from prepared for.
A/N: Egregiously late. What's new. Hbd birthday boy. If you just want the fluff and borderline spice then jump to "***6."
Rating: Teen (17+). 9/10 on spice.
W/C: 4.5k oh my- I'm sorry y'all lol. Enjoy the college interactions.
Warnings/Tags: Lots of swearing. Very suggestive. Explicit sexual implications. Implications of arousal. Alcohol use mentioned. Drunk behavior mentioned. College fic.
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How the fuck did Iwaizumi get here? No, no, he wasn’t drunk (or rather, that drunk) last night, he didn’t black out. And no, he knows the exact sequence of events that lead him here. But how he got into the position where he wakes up to you in his bed- how this is real- is what he doesn’t know. 
Opening his eyes and seeing your body overlapping with his, your hands twisting into his shirt, your nose nestling against his collarbone, your legs delicately entangled into the blanket, wrapping around his hips. He’s hyper aware of the warm skin of your thigh resting against the exposed skin of his lower belly, his shirt riding up. But you aren’t the only one in a compromising position. He is the one who woke up to his hands resting on places he’d never expected (only dreamed) of being on. His right arm is snaked around your waist, his fingers grazing the skin above the hem of your shorts. His left hand is gently cupping the base of your neck, hidden only by the length of your hair, which is so soft to the touch. 
How the fuck did I get here, Iwaizumi thinks again as he gazes at you. 
***1.
“Yo, Iwaizumi!!” A gentle voice calls. Iwaizumi hears it faintly.
“G’mornin’ Iwa,” an aggressive knock raps against his door followed by a deeper voice yells, “getcho ass out here.” 
Iwaizumi’s roommates are calling him out to the living room of their apartment early on Thursday morning. He’s still half asleep when he rolls out of bed to find out what the fuck they wanted at this ungodly hour. After coming back from his internship late the day before, he was going to take full advantage of the beginning of his long weekend off. At least, that was the initial plan. 
“What do you want, you dumbasses?” He rubs the sleep out of his face as he side eyes the two boys who were grinning goofily at him. The two had honed in on Iwaizumi early during the first year and adopted him as the third member of their squad. They’d honestly made the transition from Japan a lot easier for him, even though they annoyed him every step of the way. 
“Sit down, Iwa,” Jonathan pats the beat up la-Z-boy recliner he had turned to face the windowsill. 
“You’ll wanna be sitting for this one,” Aryan adds, popping open a Red Bull. 
Iwaizumi slowly strolls over to the chair before sinking into it, staring with narrowed eyes at the two boys who are now sitting on said windowsill, heads downturned. 
“This shit’s making me nervous, so spit it out,” Iwaizumi slowly says. He’d never been the best with suspense. 
“So…your birthday is tomorrow…” Aryan pipes up after a long sip at his Red Bull. 
“...but, we got you your gift early,” Jonathan smiles as he tells Iwaizumi the news. 
All three sit in silence for a good few seconds. 
“...Oh-kay… uh, where…where is it?” Iwaizumi asks. 
Jonathan looks to Aryan, Aryan looks to Jonathan, exchanging an empty stare before Jonathan kicks Aryan in the leg. 
“OW! Oh- OH.” Aryan pulls out a cup of coffee from behind him on the sill.
“What, you’re giving up your Red Bull addiction as a gift and switching to something more normal?” Iwaizumi snarks instinctually.
“No, what!?” Aryan is intensely offended.
“No, no, Iwa. But I’m asking for that to be my gift when my birthday comes," Jonathan says with disdain as he stares at the drink.
“What the fuck is your problem?” Aryan scoffs as he uses his other hand to pull his Red Bull close to his chest.
“It’s disgusting, is my problem, and that shit takes up an entire two rows in the fridge! Our fridge cannot be only Red Bull dog,” Jonathan bickers back. 
Iwaizumi usually finds their antics amusing, but he’s too tired for this right now. “I shoulda figured this was some dumb shit.” He chuckles as he swipes his hand over his face. “I’m out-” 
He feels the rocking recliner lean back. “You callin’ me dumb, Hajime?” 
He almost didn’t hear it over the ruckus of Jonathan trying to wrestle the Red Bull out of Aryan’s hand while they both tried to keep the mug of coffee from spilling. But he did hear it. Immediately, Iwaizumi whips his head around, jumping out of the chair, and finds you standing on the other side, arms resting on the top of the chair, a small smile and brilliant eyes shining at him. 
“Y/N?!” 
You giggle at his wide eyes and slack jaw. “Hey. I bet you didn’t expect to see me he-” your words are cut off as Iwaizumi stumbles forward, launching himself forward so he can reach his arms out far enough to nab you and pull you against his chest, hard.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” He mumbles in shock, pulling you away after a few seconds and squeezing your shoulders, making sure you’re really here. 
You’d been friends with Iwaizumi since you were 6, and you’d been close since then, but hugging and just touching in general weren’t frequent occurrences back at home. But after spending 3 years in school in the States, both of you were now more comfortable with hugging all friends, regardless of gender. But while you were both now used to close contact with others, close contact with each other was still a distant memory.
That’s the realization running through Iwaizumi’s head when he drops his grasp from your shoulders. 
“Surprise!” Jonathan and Aryan chant out in sync with those wide grins on their faces again. 
“You guys did this?” Iwaizumi’s eyes are still wide as he approaches his boys again. 
“We knew this was your first birthday not at home, and we knew Y/N was only in New York, and so we figured we’d bring a piece of home to you,” Jonathan now becomes a bit more nervous as he explains his reasoning. 
As he slowly processes everything, Iwaizumi turns back to you. “But tickets to and from Cali and New York are ridiculously expensive right now, how could you even-”
“Your friends helped me out,” you say with a smile. 
“Everyone, the entire GH3 gang pitched in, so it didn’t end up being that much. But you better like the gift because there’s no return policy,” Aryan quips as he holds the coffee out for you to grab, which you quickly take before he spills,. Iwaizumi walks in between the both of them and throws his arms around Jonathan's and Aryan's shoulders, pulling them in for a hug. 
"What was with the coffee then?" Iwaizumi asks as he pulls away from them.
Aryan and Jonathan exchange a look, leaving you giggling. "A failed attempt at being cutesy. Aryan fucked it up," Jonathan says.
"Nah it's your fault for tryna be CUTESY bro I'm not good with that stuff," Aryan whines.
“You guys are crazy," Iwa says as he sighs.
“We kinda are,” Jonathan responds. 
“And you love it,” Aryan adds. 
You sip on the coffee and smile. Your smile widens when Iwaizumi looks at you with a happy gaze again, face relaxed.  “You have some good friends,” you tell him in Japanese.
“Guess I’m a super lucky guy,” he responds back, his native language rolling off his tongue.
You both miss the glance Aryan and Jonathan share. “You two can do whatever it is… that y’all wanna do,” Jonathan instructs as he walks back to his room.
“Yeah we don’t wanna get in the way of uh, any activities you might wanna do, togeth-” Aryan tries to say until Jonathan elbows him in the gut. Iwaizumi just questioningly raises an eyebrow. 
“Just be ready for the party tomorrow, we’re leaving by like, 10,” Jonathan says before aggressively shoving Aryan out of sight in the hallway. 
You just laugh, so Iwaizumi lets go of whatever stupid stuff his boys were on about, turning to smile at you instead. “So, how was your flight?” 
"I'll tell you all about it."
***2.
“You’re such a bad liar, Iwaizumi,” Jonathan says. 
Iwaizumi’s eyes grow wide at his roommates accusation. 
“What! What did I say, Jon?” 
The girl next to him snorts. “Ugh, Iwa, you’re so stupid.”
“Fuck off, C,” Iwaizumi talks back, taking a sip from his drink to try and ignore his friends’ insults. 
The three of them are all on a sofa in the corner of C’s apartment, chilling out as Iwaizumi’s “birthday party” continues on. Iwaizumi does enjoy the occasional party, never minding the fun, but his preference is always a kickback. He loves the upbeat music and the apartment fill with engaged conversations in different corners. 
“You’re telling us you guys AREN’T dating? Like, she isn’t your girl?” Jonathan asks. 
“Who, Y/N? No, no. We aren’t dating.” 
“But you want to.” C quickly follows up, watching Iwaizumi’s reactions closely. 
“...You guys are annoying,” he sips his Roman Coke, thinking that the alcohol is finally warming up his face. 
“Oh my God, he’s blushing!” C calls out. 
“I’m literally drinking alcohol, that’s why-” 
“Ohh my- I know you didn’t just try to ‘Asian flush’ your way out of this,” Jonathan says, heated.
“What’s going on?” Aryan walks up to the couch. 
“Aryan, Iwaizumi just tried to say he’s not blushing, he’s just got the Asian flush,” Jonathan tattles as Iwaizumi continues to grow more red. 
“Oh my- Iwa you’re such a bad liar- you literally barely get red over alc ever,” Aryan snorts out. 
“THAT’S WHAT I WAS SAYING- Dap me up dap me up-” Jonathan and Aryan continue to bro out as C laughs. Iwaizumi can’t help but chuckle as well, cheeks still warm. 
“That excuse isn’t going to work, not with us,” C tells him lowly, her subtle jealousy of his high alcohol tolerance showing. Most of their friend group is Asian, and so many of them got red especially quickly. But not Iwaizumi.
“Yeah, that wasn’t the best move huh,” Iwaizumi says as he downs the rest of his cup. 
“Even if you were just red cuz of the alc, we’d know you’re still lying about Y/N. The way you’ve been staring at her dreamy eyed gives it all away, you know,” C says. 
He pauses for a second, seemingly zoned out. But then, he lets his concerns verbalize. “She’s on the other side of the country, C. And who knows where we both will end up after this year. I fucked it up by not making her mine 7 years ago, or any time since then-”
“But she hasn’t dated any one else since then?” 
“No.” 
“And neither have you, correct?” 
“I haven’t dated, yeah.” 
“If someone addressed her as your girlfriend, would you be disgusted? Or freak out?”
Iwaizumi shifts in his seat. “No, no, I’d…I’d like that honestly.” 
“And she doesn’t mind you being called her boyfriend either.” 
“What? How do you know that?” 
“I tested it out.” 
“What do you mean, you test-” 
Iwaizumi is cut off by a tipsy Aryan throwing an arm around his shoulder. “Bro, y’all are meant to be. Y’all wanna cuff each other so bad, bro, it’s obvious to everyone.” 
“Cuff?” Iwa asks.
“Date,” Jonathan clarifies. 
“So just fucking do it. She’s waited this long for you to make a move, don’t… don’t waste any more…time….” Aryan says as he puts his head on Iwa’s shoulder, eyes closing. 
“This dumbass took 2 more shots, so don’t mind him, I guess,” Jonathan adds as Iwa smiles a little, amused at his friend’s drunken act. “But he’s right. We wouldn’t jump through hoops to get her here if we didn’t know how important you both are to each other.” 
“Y’all are basically dating anyways, just with no label and a bunch of unnecessary limitations addedd,” C says as she sips her crazy concoction. “If you don’t make a move, I’ll just have to make her my girlfriend,” she jokingly threatens. 
Aryan suddenly wakes up from Iwa’s shoulder, eyes still closed but a wide smile on his face. “Yeahhh C, Ms. Steal yo Girl over here!”
“Shut the fuck up, Aryan,” she laughs out. Jonathan rolls his eyes and pulls Aryan back onto him, so Iwaizumi is finally free. 
“Go dude, we’ll be here no matter how shit pans out. She’s on the balcony now.”
***3.
“Yo,” Iwaizumi says as he closes the door behind him, stealing a final glance at the aggressive thumbs up from inside the apartment. As he walks up to you leaning against the railing, he’s surprised to see how drunk you look- eyes droopy, face relaxed, a dazed look on your face.
“Hajime.” 
“Y/N, are you-?” he’s cut off this time by you throwing your body against his, wrapping your arms around his waist as your face hides against his shirt. 
“Tadaimaa~” you say, slipping back into Japanese. (I’m home). 
“Oi, Y/N, you’re in California, with me, You’re not home yet,” he says as he lets his hand rub your upper back soothingly. 
“No, Hajime,” the way you say his name makes his heart stutter. It only ever came out on accident, but since you first said it in 7th grade, you were the only one (except immediate family) who called him by his first name. . “Any time I’m with you, I feel like I’m home. I miss everyone. But I’ve missed you the most, and now I’m finally with you again. I’m home.” 
His heart beats faster at your words, as he understands exactly what you’re saying. Because he feels the same. 
He’s shocked when you reach up and grab his face with both hands, pulling him close to you. Half lidded eyes only partially hide the glimmer in your dilated pupils. He doesn’t stop you as you push your forehead and then nose against his own, he just holds his breath in anticipation. As you slip your nose to the right, closing the centimeter-wide gap, Iwaizumi closes his eyes, too, his grip on your back tightening. 
“Tadaima, Hajime~” you say, your lips brushing against his as you speak, before you let your head fall to the side, pressing into Iwaizumi’s shoulder. 
He finally breathes, taking a moment to recompose himself before standing upright again, letting your head rest against his torso. “Okaeri, Y/N,” he whispers as he sweeps you into his arms, staring admiringly at your sleepy face. (Welcome back).
***4.
“Yo, is she good?” Jonathan asks as Iwaizumi walks back into the house with you in his arms. 
“Yeah, she just fell asleep.” he says quietly, nodding appreciatively at C who lowers the music. 
“Do you want to keep her in my room? I’d offer her the couch, but it looks like Aryan’s dumbass isn’t gonna be waking up any time soon,” C says, cuing all of them to turn and see Aryan, who looks dead on the couch. 
Keeping her in C’s room could work… but… his grip on you tightens. 
“It’s okay. I don’t want her to panic if she wakes up confused. She’ll be able to get me if she’s in my apartment, so I’ll just take her back.” 
“How’d the convo go?”
“It didn’t. She passed out before we could talk,” he looks down at you again. 
“This is the most physical contact you’ve had with a girl ever, bro. And you both look comfortable. I’m sure it’ll go fine when it does happen.” Jonathan says with a smile. 
“I think you’re right, Jon. Walk back with me?” Iwaizumi asks, smiling and nodding at all his friends who waved goodbye from throughout the apartment. 
“Yeah, I gotchu.”
“Take care of our girlfriend, kay? Goodnight.” C smiles as she closes the door behind Iwaizumi. 
***5.
He decides there’s no way he can leave you on the couch. He’d much rather sleep there himself, so he puts you in his room and grabs your night stuff. 
You’d taught him about makeup remover and skincare back in the day, and he considers himself lucky for remembering it now. He knows to lightly tug off your falsies and to use the pink capped bottle with a cotton ball to remove your makeup. Surprisingly, you sat up for him. He makes the executive decision to forgo the serums and lotions in your bag, because he couldn’t remember that well. 
Getting you changed is also a hassle, but he manages to get you awake enough to change yourself into your shorts and a shirt of his own (you had your own sleep shirt, so don’t ask me what possessed him to pull one out of his drawer). After he quickly changes into a pair of shorts and shirt himself, he guides you to lay back in his bed. 
“Mm, Hajime,” you say in sleep, pushing your nose into his pillow. 
Hearing you and watching you do that made his stomach flip, but he pushes that to the side for now. With a final push of your hair out of your face, he pulls back to leave. 
That is, until you grab his hand, eyes still closed. 
“Stay, Hajime. Please.” 
He doesn’t have the willpower to say no to you. It’s not possible. So he sighs. 5 minutes next to her couldn’t hurt. I’ll just be next to her. Yeah. 5 minutes will be fine…
He squishes into the bed next to you, keeping his hands rigidly by his side while sleeping on his back. He turns his head to face you, eyes finally shutting, the image of your delicate features at rest being the last thing he sees before falling asleep. 
***6.
None of that explains how you got entangled with him like this. He just doesn’t understand.
Iwaizumi realizes he’s wasted so much time trying to figure out how he got here, when he should have been figuring out how to get tf out. You start to take deep breaths, eyebrows furrowing as you readjust, slowly waking up. 
In his panic, he closes his eyes and pretends to sleep. He feels like he’s holding his breath when he feels your breath speed up against his neck. Suddenly, he feels you jolt a little, propping yourself up against his chest. “Fuck,” he hears you mutter under your breath. But he’s surprised when you go silent for a minute, unsure of what you are doing and thinking. He’s even more surprised when you lay your head back down against his chest, your hands coming up to caress his chest.
Now his heart is racing. You have to be able to feel it beating out of his chest, too. Why did you pretend to sleep? Curiosity takes over as he peaks open an eye, only to find you peering up at him, too. 
You both jump at the eye contact, Iwaizumi pushing himself farther up the bed and you scooching back to the edge of the mattress. 
“You scared me!” You scold him. 
“You were pretending to go back to sleep! I didn’t know what to do!” He defends with intensity. 
“Well you’d only know what I was doing if you were awake the whole time! So you had to be pretending to sleep first!” Your elbows are digging into the bed as you prop yourself up, getting in the final word. 
You’ve got him there. And it’s not like he could escape, because his side of the bed is up against the wall. So in panic and desperation, Iwaizumi huffs, turns around, and goes back into a sleeping position facing said wall, pretending like you aren’t behind him. 
“Hajime! I know you’re still awake, don’t be stupid.” You tap his shoulder. No response. “Hajimee, please. We have to talk.” You try this 2, 3 more times, but he refuses to turn. He knows your right. But without the liquid courage coursing through his veins anymore, he’s suddenly not as prepared to talk about your 10+ years of romantic tension, all while half asleep.
Nothing would have prepared Iwaizumi for you to tug his shoulder, push him flat against the bed, and then toss your leg over his torso, taking a seat on his lower belly. He is even less prepared for you to grab his wrists and pin his arms to the side of his face, your eyes wide with a determined look. 
“Hajime, I think this is a conversation both of us have been putting off for a while, but we really should talk about…us. I feel like we are both on the same page, but I don’t always know. Ever since-”
Iwaizumi listens to you. Well, tries to listen to you. But all the words are in one ear and out the other, because he knows damn well focusing is a lost cause right now. 
You look gorgeous, sitting on top of him like that. And he feels like a perv for even thinking about it, but he can’t help but really look at you, your mussed hair, how small you are in his shirt with the way it engulfs you and even a bit of your legs.  
But Iwaizumi is also terrified. Terrified because of where you are, and if you were to shift backwards even a bit, he would have a much bigger problem than the whole ordeal from the night before. 
He coulda just thrown you off him, if he really wanted to. But the kicker is that he doesn’t want to. He wants you this close, for as long as he can have it be that way. But I can’t stay like this forever. He’s gotta listen because he knows you’re right, the conversation was long overdue.
“Hajime, are you even listening to me-ah!” 
Iwaizumi grabs your hips and pulls you a bit higher onto his stomach- not too much higher, but just away from what he would consider the, uh, danger zone. Your whole body jerks, your hands planting by the sides of his head. And now, you’re awfully close to his face… just when one problem is taken care of, another one appears.
You both could drown, the way you stare into each other’s eyes. And he would be fine with that. 
“I’m gonna keep this simple,” you start talking after a long pause, not breaking eye contact. Iwaizumi wordlessly acknowledges, squeezing your hips (he hadn’t removed his hands after moving you). “I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you. And I want you.” Your hands slide up to the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheek bone. “So can I finish what I started yesterday?” 
Those words are enough to rip the anxiety straight out of Iwaizumi’s chest and replace it with overwhelming relief and desire. Now that he knows you can be his, that you want him to be yours, he won’t hesitate to make that a reality. 
He doesn’t even say yes. He grabs the back of your neck with one hand while the other grabs your face, pulling you in and closing his eyes the moment his lips make contact with yours. 
His hands and body radiate warmth. His lips are shockingly soft, gentle but eager in the way they navigate yours. 
Kissing you is more satisfying than he could ever dream of. So many nights and days spent yearning for you, for your touch and taste, and somehow getting it is even more euphoric. He’s instantly addicted. He soon lets his hand on your face migrate to your waist, and he wordlessly pulls you against his body before rolling you over, now the one looming over you. 
He opts to control himself a bit, taking a minute to breathe when your legs wrap around his waist. Just kissing, for now. Don’t ruin it. He’s always been worried about making a move and ruining one of the most important friendships he’s ever had. But now that he has you, he doesn’t want you to think he’s just coming for your body. He’s willing to work his way up to that (and truth be told, he isn’t sure if he’s fully ready to get into it just yet either). 
All that wasn’t gonna stop him from kissing you breathless, though. He presses his torso against yours a bit, just to add a bit of pressure and to feel more of you. While one of his hands stays behind your neck, the other rubbing circles into your hip (he’s never made out with someone before, so he’s going off instincts and what his boys have told him-- Aryan, Jon, Makki, Mattsun, and Oikawa all had lots of advice to give). He takes over the pace of the kisses, leaning in and massaging the back of your neck as he goes. Your hands move back and forth from his face to his shoulders down to his arms, squeezing his biceps intermittently. 
Riding the high, he decides to try something both Aryan and Makki are big fans of. He presses his nose into the spot behind your ear while his lips latch onto the spot below your jaw. And gently, he bites.
You giggle in response, your hands wrapping around his neck. “Haji, try and like, suck on that spot a bit more, don’t bite as much, mkay?” 
Blushing and slightly embarrassed at his own fumbling, he listens to your instruction. But the noise you let out and the way you pull his hair proves worth the attention he gave your instructions. 
After another 10 minutes of you two all up on each other, Iwaizumi finally rolls over to the side and pulls you against his chest, hugging you. 
“...So…I feel the same way. If that wasn’t, uh, wasn’t super clear, or anything,” he finally says. 
“Feel what way?” You bait, turning your head up from against his chest to look at him. 
For someone who had no problem kissing you like crazy, words are suddenly really hard. Not because the words he wanted to say weren’t true, but rather because they were words he’d never imagine coming out of his mouth. 
Face blaring red, he tilts his head down to look at you, pulling you closer. 
“Suki da yo. Y/N.” He says it quietly, but it hits you when he looks into your eyes earnestly. “I’ve loved you for so long. So please, date me. Be my girlfriend. I’ve thought about it way too much, but I think we will make long distance work. And eventually we can be together again, and you won’t have to worry about anything else, because I’ve only ever wanted to be with you, and I don’t think I could change that if I tried-” 
You stop his rambling with a soft kiss. “Yes, Haji. I’ll be your girlfriend. We already talk to each other every day, and I’m sure we will find a way to make it work. I’m gonna miss being with you, but I’d rather know your mine and far away than not have you at all,” you say as you nuzzle his chest. 
He glows at you. “Actually, I have something to tell you, too.” 
“Yeah?” 
“So remember how I was shocked you came here from New York?” 
“Mhm.” 
“Because of how expensive it is?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Do you know why I knew the price of tickets right now?”
You stop, clearly thinking. “..How?”
“Because I booked a roundtrip flight for next week myself.” 
“What?!” 
“Yeah, I, I missed you a lot. So I was gonna come visit you on my week off.” 
“Hajime! For real!” 
“Yeah, for real.” 
You prop yourself up just to jump on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “You’re the best.” 
He doesn’t even know what to say, so instead, he just wraps his arms around your back as well, keeping you close. 
This has to be the best birthday ever. 
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A/N Notes: I HAVE SO MANY
The coffee mug was a mug of yours that you gave Iwaizumi, and so the boys thought it would be funny for you to reclaim your mug casually and walk in as if nothing was out of place. But then they fucked it up and in hindsight realized how dumb of a plan it would've been.
Aryan is ethnically Indian, Jonathan is ethnically Korean, and C is also an international student from Thailand. Their friend group is based off my own and our interactions <3
C came up to you and said "it's so sweet of you to come visit your boyfriend for his birthday!" she was expecting you to blush and maybe correct her maybe not. She wasn't expecting you to say "Iwaizumi's not my boyfriend. Yet. I'm gonna ask him out soon though." But that's what you did. She immediately liked how straight forward you were. Also she was the first to know you were gonna make a move lol.
You'd called Oiks, Mattsun, and Makki before going to Cali. They had also been very supportive of you making a move.
Iwaizumi pretended to not see your sleep shirt because he really just wanted to see you in his shirt, but he'd never admit that.
Jonathan and Aryan quickly befriended you as well, welcoming you as an honorary roommate.
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ukeishin · 3 years
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i Can’t because i am finking about the fact that mr omi omi would make you ride his stupid muscular thigh when ur making out with him 🙇🏻‍♀️ h word h word
great now im going to be thinking about this
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chil2de · 2 years
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𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 — iwaizumi hajime.
you know haji’s exhausted, tired down to the bone after working so so much. but fuck, if he doesn’t look so pretty half asleep in his training uniform like that.
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a/n: *rifles through google docs* oh. epic. first piece for haji and it’s iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer. spit in my mouth. rn. it’s bullying if you don’t, haji.
tags: thigh riding, tummy bulge kink ^^, big dick energy iwa, brrr size kink (obviously), iwaizumi being sexy af, mentions of blowjobs, penetrative sex, overstimulation, cock hungry reader, creampie / breeding kinks, iwa’s a haaaard dom, praising, pet names (princess, angel, etc.), degradation (whore, slut), choking, unprotected sex. literally me just thirsting over haji except it’s in written and somewhat fluent sentences not garbled brain rot.
w.c: 2.2k
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Iwaizumi’s always been physically attractive. You’ve known it since high school, always singing him praises in front of his teammates. You’d always taunt him about how he’d snap at you to shut up whenever you called him a pretty boy, leaving his friends snickering and the maddest tint of blush threatened to crawl onto his features.
You knew it when you picked him up at the airport, coming back from California. He came back with his black tee rolled up as far as it could land onto his arms, biceps toned and the start of a tan line tantalised you. It’s the way he came back changed in the same clothes he left in, except they fit him much more. His shorts weren’t oversized, and instead wrapped around his thighs. That’s all you needed to grab him by the wrist, drag him to the airport toilets before sucking him off.
You still remember the look of thick worry plaguing his features, eyes wide and he barked out commands so that you’d confess what was wrong. The way he scoffed when you sunk down onto your knees, fingertips already worked diligently to pull his shorts down.
“It’s nice to see you, too.” He grit through clenched teeth, jaw falling slack and one of his hands pushed down onto your head. It’s the way he murmured that you two shouldn’t be doing this in a damn airport of all places, but he still slumped his weight against the door— thus halting anyone from walking inside just from raw strength alone. It’s how he hissed out profanities under his breath, praising you with a strained ‘Fuck. That’s a good girl.’ and his other hand gripped onto the edge of the wet faucet until his knuckles stained white.
That’s precisely why you cannot contain yourself when you see him folded over on the sofa, one arm dangling off and the other resting behind his head as he snoozes away. Work uniform still clinging to his skin, eyelids trapped shut and his forehead’s knocked against a pillow whilst he snores quietly. That’s exactly why you have to shimmy out of your skirt. Between actively leaving the house to make it into the office on time and fucking Iwaizumi before he disappears for days again, it’s obvious which you’ll choose.
You drag your clothed damp clit against the fabric of Iwaizumi’s work pants, your shirt rolled and stuffed into your mouth to muffle your cries. You chomp through the fibres of the fabric, tongue staticky as it comes into contact with the threads. You don’t wanna wake Iwaizumi up, he’s always been great at sleeping like a damn log. But you’re just so, so needy. It’s not your fault he’s so fucking attractive to the point it hurts, and the sheer audacity of him falling asleep in his work uniform? Unbelievable. You just wanna rip his work shirt off, keep the “🇯🇵JPN” badge as a trophy and demand him to get a new replacement.
His thigh is sturdy, toned and solid to a fault. Tears threaten to roll out of your eyes because your thighs singe, muscle fibres shrieking to their utmost degree. You’re about to collapse and your lower half burns, but it feels so good.
A small wheezy whimper escapes from you, but it’s not enough. You could cum from this if you really tried to and yet you can’t dismiss the dull ache that settles in your abdomen.
You yearn for Iwaizumi’s cock, need him to split you wide and full with his dick. Need him to hold you close with his sturdy, strong hands. Hold you up like it’s literally nothing to him, and it isn’t. You want every single reminder, no matter how minute, that he’s that much stronger than you. From how he towers over your spine during backshots, whimpering into your ear and groaning that you feel ‘So, so fucking good’, to how his fingertips cram and fit your slicked mouth because ‘You’ll wake up the neighbours.’
And Iwaizumi’s a whore for it, too. Always has been, always will be. Even if he was a little bit more reserved during the start of your relationship, constantly wrapping an arm around your small little waist. Would make his cock throb, so, so fucking much. To think how you’d look squirming, wrapped around his cock and sobbing. But now? He’s unapologetic about it. Pats his thighs, telling you to ‘Come take a seat, princess’ and that you should be careful if you don’t wanna end up begging him to cum. Yet how could you? How could you rob Iwaizumi of your perfectly pitchy moans, the cute expressions you make when you’re so dumb around his cock? God, you make his heart and his dick throb so bad.
That’s why now, you’re in this predicament. All because your stupid lover was born a little bit too conventionally attractive for his own good.
Your dainty fingertips claw to unbuckle Iwaizumi, to which he groans softly. You gulp, halting your movements, but it’s too late by then. Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything, yet, but he shifts his hips up to unbuckle himself for you. You scratch his zipper open, untucking his leaking cock from his boxers— squeezing himself through the gap of his jeans.
“Shouldn’t you be getting up for work?” He murmurs, tone scratchy and fuelled with slumber. Iwaizumi groans softly, his stuttered gasp muffled by the pillow that he digs his face into as you sink down onto the length of his cock.
“I’ve got time.” You hiss out meekly, whatever witty remark that was about to leave you flies out of your train of thought immediately.
“Liar. I’m always dragging your ass out of bed because you overslept. You don’t have time to be riding me.” Iwaizumi retorts, tone a little rejected. He wants you, of course he does. But work and attendance are both important, too.
“Please, Haji. Your cock feels so good. Please? I’ll be a good girl, okay? You don’t have to do anything. Just let me.” You plead, tone on the verge of sobbing and you’re already rocking yourself back and forth off his dick. Iwaizumi groans, rolling his eyes open and for a second you can only see his sclera peek out at you. He runs a hand through his hair, arms wrapped around you and he effortlessly shifts himself up into a better, more comfortable sitting position with your weight stacked on top. You squeal underneath him, and a warm and sleepy chuckle hisses from his chest.
“You’re so spoiled. You know that, right?” Iwaizumi murmurs, planting wet and sloppy kisses into your collar bones whilst you slowly bounce up and down his dick— afraid that any larger movements might really just split your legs apart. He whimpers, stifling a yawn because you’re waking him up bit by bit with the way you’re clamping down on his cock.
“You couldn’t have waited until you got back from work? You know I love how sexy you always look in your clothes.”
“Such a silly whore. Not even gonna let me sleep, huh?” Iwaizumi muses, palm connecting with the soft tissue of your ass. Your back arches and you yelp, causing his face to screw once more when you tighten around him. Everything he does is so, so fucking sexy. Iwaizumi knows he’s your weakness, and he’s going to exploit every living second of it.
“N-no.” You gulp, knowing better than to not respond to him. But maybe. It does cross your mind, but then you’d be better off calling a sick day instead of showing up to work at all.
“No? And you’re not even gonna be sorry about it?”
“That’s kinda.. Disrespectful. Don’t you think?”
“N-no! No! Haji! It’s not— I swear! It isn’t—“
Iwaizumi hums in thought, bending his legs up and his hands fly to occupy your waist. His digits clamp down, touch bruising as he holds onto you before starting to fuck a slow, even pace up into your warm cunt. Hushed profanities spill out of him, eyebrows knit when he glances to watch where your bodies connect. It’s another one of his favourite past times. Iwaizumi loves watching the way your small cunt swallows him whole, stretching wide to accommodate him to the hilt. He’ll never get over the fact how someone as petite as you could take in all his dick like that.
“Right. Cause you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” He murmurs, leaning forward to briefly kiss your perky nipple. You glance down at Iwaizumi, his jade green gaze stares up at you through sleepy lashes.
“I am your good girl, Haji.” You conclude breathlessly, to which Iwaizumi returns with a small ‘hmm.’ You frown with a pout, body heating up twofold when he takes your tit into his mouth— rough muscle of his tongue earnestly lapping around your bud and he satisfies himself with the way you squirm around his shaft.
“Good girls don’t wake their boyfriends up when they’re trying to sleep, though.” Iwaizumi states, sentence a little bit muffled and unclear from where his mouth is. You yelp when his pearly teeth lightly graze your nipple.
You want to come up with a response, give him a reason or try to persuade him with your point of view. But you can’t. You can’t when his cock drags against your walls, slow and fucking deep. If you were to look down, maybe, just maybe, you’d see the small bulge in your tummy from how his blunt cockhead threatens to kiss your cervix. He’s slow, torturous. You want him to handle you, throw you around like a ragdoll and pound your pussy, face down ass up into the sofa. But Iwaizumi knows this, and he doesn’t.
When you try to fuck yourself dumb off his cock by yourself, Iwaizumi’s iron grip curls into your waist and physically stops you from moving any further.
“Sit still.” He growls, tone low and menacing.
“You wanted my cock, right? So here you are. Is it not enough for you?”
“My good little girl’s being a bit of a slut right now. Aren’t you?”
“Haji! Please. I a-ah!-am! Please, fuck me. Pleasepleaseplease.” You sob, globs of fat tears staining your skin in the most beautiful way. Iwaizumi, as your lover and protector, feels tempted to wipe your tears away with his thumb. He battles his instincts though, instead opting to reduce you to a fucking mess even further.
He sighs, pulling himself out of your warm cunt with a loud squelch. You whimper, instantly preparing a thousand pleas and ways to convince him to not leave you edged like he’d done many times before, except you notice the same dark look that hazes over his eyes. He’s pissed off, and you can see it in the twitch that tenses his jaw, that handsome little pout he always does and just how tight his chest looks. Iwaizumi could be sleeping right now, but he’s not, because his girlfriend is such a degenerate whore for him.
“All fours.” Iwaizumi barks, motioning with his index in a spinning motion for you to turn around.
At the end of the day, though, he figures it’s okay. He knows he’ll show up to work exhausted and on the brink of death. He knows you’re gonna ask him to take you to work right after he’s done railing you, his cum still stained on the inside of your underwear because there’s just no time. It’s all in good spirit, because he knows he’s going to watch you leave from his car and hurry into the office, trying to walk and fumbling because your legs are so so weak. You’ll snap him a picture of your glistening cunt a few hours after, whilst on your break, leaving him a caption that reads ‘I miss you’ when you know very well he’s already at work, surrounded by his crew.
And the best part? At the end of the day, he gets to repeat the cycle.
All. Over. Again.
Pull you apart, glue you back together. Thin through fucking thin, because he loves you.
Iwaizumi’s hand flies to the back of your neck. You can’t breathe. No, it’s not because he’s choking you. It’s because he’s smashing your face into the pillows, drowning you in a mix of your exhales, droopy saliva and the hot air that wafts off of both your bodies. You pant and heave, desperately searching for air, and every time you resurface? Iwaizumi just shoves your face back down. Judging from how soaked you are around his cock, rings of milky cream slathering him and your entire clit stained damp, as well as the fact that you haven’t blurted out the safe word? You’re enjoying this far more than you should be.
“Fuck. So fucking tight. You’re gonna cum for me, yeah? Cum on my fucking cock.” Iwaizumi grunts, sentences barely stringed together. He sounds almost feral. It’s at that point, and it’s taking him every last ounce of his energy to not collapse because you’re driving him crazy. Every fibre in his body screams at him to stop, but he can’t. He won’t.
“I can’t—“ You refuse, shaking your head. You can’t feel your thighs, not much anyway. You can’t remember how many times Iwaizumi’s brought you onto the brink of an orgasm just to still himself at the very last second. You’ve lost the mental tally of your failed to successful orgasm ratio.
“Yeah. You can.”
“And you will, cause you’re my good girl.”
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reblog or i will punch you.
©atsuwh0res 2021.
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elysianslove · 3 years
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the taste of fear —
synopsis; in which despite how sexual you are with your boyfriend, the thought of actually having sex terrifies you.
pairings; iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader
genre; smut, angst, but a lotta comfort!! very domestic :)
word count; 1,486
warnings; uhhh there’s fingering and dick sucking. reader is a virgin that’s scared !!! no penetration though. iwa is a gentleman makes me wanna cry :(
note; letting my anxiety fuel creativity 👍🏼
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iwaizumi knows. that fact can be applied to anything really, because you’re convinced he’s some sort of mind reader. or maybe he’d just taken a course in understanding human behavior and body language, but it could very much be the former, because after spending hours between your legs, eating you out, burying his fingers deep inside of you, kissing and nipping and sucking at the skin of your thighs, he expects nothing after.
and you suppose that’s what every man should do, but iwaizumi doesn’t even ask. he just knows.
day after day, he relieves you of your sexual frustration, and sometimes you of his. with you sat on his lap, hands gripping his shoulders, his fingers move quick and precise inside of you, curling and twisting and pressing deep, palm rubbing against your clit due to the fact that you hadn’t even taken your shorts off. and when you cum like this, with his fingers sloppy inside of you, and you fall against him, arms wrapped tight around his neck, face buried against him as you struggle to catch your breath, all he does is kiss your temple, mumbling out a, “you okay?” as his fingers slow down to a complete stop, helping you ride out your high.
he doesn’t expect much from you, but he’s never one to reject your advances either. with your heated skin and delirious state post orgasm, you’ll fall to your knees before him where he sits on the couch, urge him to spread his legs wider as you free his cock, eagerly fisting at his shaft, squeezing at the tip, popping it into your mouth and sucking desperately. you’ve become quite good at pleasuring him, sometimes even letting him use you to his free will. with practice, you manage to take more and more of him deep inside you, till he’s nestled tight and warm and bulging in your throat. you’ve learned his ticks and his tells, what truly gets him going, where he prefers to cum, what has him cumming the hardest. and you’re definitely not against simply laying there, mouth open and tongue sticking out as he pushes inside. he keeps you steady as he thrusts shallowly, careful not to hurt you— that is until you arch your back and throw your head back, forcing him deeper inside of you.
you’d do anything for him, and he knows that.
so, it’s not as if you’re completely blue balling him. it’s okay if you’re not ready; he’ll wait forever for you, and you know that. in fact, he doesn’t mind if you’re ever not ready. nothing disappoints him more than the mindset of just because you’re his girlfriend, sex is a given.
not necessarily, he disagrees.
especially not when it scares you this much.
sometimes, you decide you’re ready. you’re shaky and a little breathless when you stop him mid make out to let him know. and so he asks if you’re sure, and you tentatively nod, and he strips you and himself bare. prepping you is an easy feat— he’s gotten good at knowing you well too. he knows how to make you feel good, how to have you fall apart beneath him, melt into a puddle of unbelievable pleasure. but despite how relaxed he makes you feel, despite the comfort he ensures you have, you still freeze up when he brings his cock towards your cunt.
and— and it’s okay. it’s not just that iwaizumi’s slightly bigger than average, especially girth wise, but you’ve also never had anything besides his thick fingers inside of you. two mere fingers and an actual dick are two very different things, two very different sensations. he doesn’t blame you, nor chastise you.
you tell him i’m okay, i’m okay, i’m okay, grip his shoulders so tight with your hands, wait for the first feel of him pressing against you, inside of you, stretching you out. you wait for the sting and the pain, the inevitable and initial discomfort.
except it never comes.
iwaizumi’s not a mind reader, neither has he taken a course on understanding human behavior and body language. he just knows you well, well enough to know that your body isn’t meant to be this tense, that you aren’t meant to expect it with so much dread. of course, nervousness is normal, but not to the extent that you are.
instead of his cock painfully stretching your walls, you only feel his featherlight kisses on your skin. he peppers them lightly along your collarbones and neck, leaning down closer and closer towards you. his kisses travel upwards, towards the curve of your your jaw, the fullness of your cheeks, the slope of your nose, and eventually to the nervous twitch of your shut eyes. when you open them, you meet his warm, kind ones, a similar soft smile on his face.
“do you really wanna do this?” he’ll ask a final time, eyes patient as they wait for your answer.
his stomach twists unpleasantly when your own eyes water up, and your lower lip quivers, and your head shakes as you lower your gaze and mumble out a broken, “no,” like it’s a sin.
instead of fueling your sadness, instead of comforting you in a way that insinuates there’s anything wrong to begin with, he falls beside you, arms wrapped tight around your middle, nose pressed against your hair. he hears you sniffle once, your shoulders shaking, and he has to tighten his grip around your frame to prevent his hands from trembling too hard, too obviously.
“you know that it’s okay, right?” he mumbles against you, words dissolving into a reassuring kiss. “it’s okay to be scared and not want this, right now or ever.”
“i do want this,” you sob, unmoving from your position. it’s concerning that you’re not hiding your face against his chest, but it’s comforting that you’re not hiding your face away from him. the way you speak is so— so desperate. like you’re begging your words that come out to be true. “i’m just scared.”
instinctively, he hugs you tighter. “i know,” he says. “but that’s still okay.”
“it’s pathetic, hajime,” you say, your voice a little hoarse, and he simply sighs sadly, in disagreement. you sniffle again, chest heaving underneath his arm, and his concern is about to grow until you finally move and turn your body, bringing your arms to wrap around his waist, pressing your forehead against his chest. “but it’s not my fault your dick is really big.”
it catches him off guard, makes him laugh genuinely, loudly. his body shakes as he laughs and his chest vibrates against your head, and his response is enough to bring a smile to your face. it falls quiet again after, but it’s not particularly awkward. it’s heavy silence, but comfortable. for a few, silent moments, you lay there with your arms around his middle and his resting around your neck, keeping you close to him with one hand cradling the back of your head, messing lightly with your hair. it continues to be quiet, until you finally speak up.
“what if i can never do it?”
“hm?”
it takes you a moment to gather the courage to lift your head up from his chest, to lean it back to stare up at him. he leans his head down, meeting your eyes once more.
“what if i can never— get over this fear?”
“do you want to?” he asks, and you freeze. “i’d never force you into anything, sweetheart, you know that, right?” tentatively, cautiously, you nod. “so if we never have sex because it’s not something you want, that’s fine. but if it’s something you do want, then i’ll help.”
your eyes, for a few moments as you process his words, remain on his, until your head falls back against his chest and you tighten your arms around him, pressing yourself closer to him. you feel him go back into the previous position, strong, sure arms and hands wrapping around you.
“maybe we can— i don’t know— buy sex toys? so i can— practice and stuff?”
his chuckle is light, breathy, and he lowers his lips to your head once more, breathing you in. “sure,” he agrees. “i’d love any excuse to make you cum multiple times. and to prove to you no toy comes close to me.”
in response, you lightly pinch him, but he’s quick to reach out behind him, grabbing your wrist and stopping you from repeating your action. sure, you were just crying a moment ago, but the feel of his muscles against you, his deep voice rumbling as he says, “stop messing ’round,” and his unamused look with a challenging eyebrow raised do have your tummy twisting deliciously.
so iwaizumi hajime isn’t a mind reader, neither has he ever taken a course on understanding human behavior and body language. he just knows you well, so well.
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sorry can’t relate to y/n on this one i’d do anything for some iwa cock LMFAO anyways love us some realistic sex stuff yay!
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kxisuke · 3 years
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birthday girl
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pairings: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader - feat. Oikawa Toru
summary: Iwaizumi knew the perfect present for his good girl. He can’t wait to see your reaction.
warnings: NSFW/smut content, 18+ only! strong/vulgar language, threesome, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, teasing, reader gets tied up, multiple creampies
word count: 2.4k
a/n: hey hey hey! sorry i've been away for a bit i've been kinda busy but i'm back! hope y'all enjoy this <3
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Rolling out of bed, you almost forget it’s your birthday until the familiar ping of your phone signals a text message from the Aoba Johsai volleyball group chat.
Issei: Happy birthday y/n!
Makki: Hbd!
Kawa-chan: Happy birthday y/n-chan!
A soft smile settles on your face, and you go to reply to their messages but are stopped by someone pulling you back onto the bed. Iwaizumi’s arms circle around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.
“Good morning, my birthday girl.” He rains kisses on your face, sending you into a fit of giggles. “What do you want to do today? It’s completely up to you.” You look up at him, the morning sun peeking through the blinds, his figure casting a small shadow over you. Caressing his cheeks with your small, yet slender hands, you kiss him softly.
“I just wanna spend the day with you, Hajime.” You coo, bringing his forehead down so it’s touching yours. His hands explore your body, and you shiver under his soft touch.
“Sounds good to me, what did you have in mind?” Your eyes light up, and you get excited.
“Can we go for a walk in the park this afternoon? The cherry blossoms are supposed to be blooming now, and I want to get some pictures.” Iwa nods, heart racing seeing you so excited like this.
“Of course, can we just stay in bed for the morning though? I promise I’ll take you out for dinner this evening in exchange.” You hold out your hand.
“Deal.” He takes your hand, pulling you on top of him so your head is resting on his chest. You close your eyes peacefully, inhaling his scent. To you, Iwaizumi always smells like home. He brings his hand up to rub circles on your back, landing a soft kiss to your forehead.
The morning flies by, the two of you lounging in bed the entire time, ignoring the constant messages on your phones and the bright light streaming into the room. Wanting to stay wrapped in his loving embrace forever, you aren’t too enthused when you glance at the clock and it’s already past noon. Dragging yourself and a very sleepy Iwa out of bed to get changed, you finally look at your phone, seeing the explosion of messages from the group chat. Not bothering to catch up on what’s happening, you change into some fresh clothes. Sliding across the cool hard wood floors to your kitchen like a child again, you quickly scarf down a bowl of cereal, the hunger in your stomach eating away at you. Iwa soon joins you in the kitchen, and both of you eat together. Grabbing his hand, you excitedly pull him to the door, the both of you getting ready to go out.
You head to the park first, grabbing some takoyaki and yakisoba from a food truck for lunch while you’re there. You make a mental note to post the pictures you took on your social media page, knowing it’ll blow up because of the pretty pink blossoms. In the evening, Iwa follows up on his promise of taking you to dinner, the two of you going to some fancy restaurant. Just to tease him, you make sure to wear his favorite dress, a short maroon one that rides up past the middle of your thighs. On the car ride home, his eyes are barely on the road, constantly getting distracted by you sitting next to him, the top of your dress revealing enough cleavage to cause a slight disturbance between his legs.
As soon as the door shuts, Iwaizumi swiftly ties a satin blindfold over your eyes. He’s been waiting for this moment all day, he was excited to see your reaction to his present. Your heart starts to race when you feel the soft fabric being tied around your hair, and he grips your waist, breath hot in your ear.
“Now it’s time for your present, princess.” You can feel the flame ignite in your core, and you subconsciously clench your thighs together. Trailing his hands up your body, he silently guides you through the house, stopping at where you guess is the living room. Pushing you down on the couch gently, Iwaizumi crawls over you, kissing you passionately, continuing to touch you through the thin fabric barely covering your body. Letting out a gasp when he strokes his fingers over your panties, you grab onto his wrist, bucking your hips up to feel some sort of friction.
“H-hajime...” Throwing your head back into the couch and arching your spine, you let out a loud moan when he slides two of his digits into your sopping wet core.
“Mmm, so good for me, baby.” He starts to move his fingers, and you slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans. Hearing someone slowly walking down the stairs, you start to panic, squirming under Iwaizumi. He only continues his ministrations, smirking at the obvious red on your cheeks.
“Tsk tsk, started without me? Iwa-chan, I thought you said you’d wait.” Your entire body freezes at the sound of Oikawa’s voice, and you clench around Iwaizumi’s fingers so hard that he needs to stop because he can’t move.
“Jesus y/n, I can’t move my fingers when you’re clenching like that.” You cover your face, embarrassment overcoming you at the captain of the volleyball team standing in your living room, seeing you so vulnerable under his best friend. Thousands of thoughts are racing in your head, but they all disappear when Oikawa pulls the blindfold off your eyes, a smirk settling on his face. At that moment, you realize how badly you want this. Iwaizumi starts thrusting with his fingers again, and your mouth drops into a moan.
“C’mon Iwa-chan, let’s go up to the bedroom, there isn’t enough space on the couch for the both of us.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes but complies, pulling his fingers out of you. Feeling empty, you let out a whimper, hand slowly drifting down to your core. Before you can even get close, Oikawa has his hand closed around your wrist, holding it in place.
Pulling you up off the couch, he guides you upstairs, Iwaizumi following close behind. Now being able to see, you aren’t surprised when the two boys are immediately onto you as soon as you reach the bedroom, the lust in their eyes making them look like predators about to devour their prey. Loving how you have them entranced like this, it makes you long even more for what’s about to come.
Lips are on your skin, and you can feel one of their hand’s creeping up your thigh, another one latching onto your breast, twirling your hard nipple through your dress. You can’t help the breathy moans slipping out of your plump lips, the pleasure already building up inside you, and they haven’t even done anything yet. Oikawa quickly slips your dress off of your body, throwing it off to the side, revealing the matching set of lingerie you chose exactly for this type of occasion. Licking his lips hungrily, he goes straight for your breasts, while Iwaizumi focuses on your core.
Your boyfriend strokes your dripping cunt again, inserting his fingers swiftly. With him pumping his fingers in and out of you at an alarming speed along with Oikawa sucking and twirling your nipples, you let out a strangled moan, letting your first orgasm rip through you like a tidal wave. The world goes white for a moment as the pleasure washes over you, and you grind it out on Iwaizumi’s fingers. Once you can see straight again, the two boys are pushing you to the head of the bed.
Reaching inside the bag that he brought, Oikawa presents a thick, black rope. Your eyes widen when realization kicks in about what’s about to happen. You don’t put up any struggle when Oikawa skillfully ties your wrists above your head, making sure that the surprisingly soft rope isn’t too tight. Attaching you to the headboard, he steps back to examine his handiwork. The sight of you lying there, completely exposed and vulnerable, makes both boys harder than they already were. Iwaizumi slips out of his clothes, stretching his arms over his head.
“Let’s get this party started, shall we, shittykawa?” Oikawa, already undressed and putting his clothes by his bag, droops his head at Iwaizumi’s comment.
“So mean, Iwa-chan.” They both approach the bed where you’re lying, a cocky smirk splayed on your pretty face. You love the way the two of them bicker. Iwaizumi gestures to your body.
“You can go first. I’ll just watch for now.” He smirks at you, settling himself in the chair next to the bed, you and Oikawa in perfect view of him. Oikawa gently turns your chin to him, grabbing your attention. Leaning down so his lips connect with yours, he runs his hands down your trembling body, goosebumps appearing after every soft brush of his fingers. Moaning into his touch when he teases your cunt, you break away from the kiss.
“Oikawa.” The stern and steady voice you use surprises both him and Iwaizumi, who’s silently jacking himself off to the two of you.
“Yes, y/n-chan?” He continues his movements, teasing your folds, but you grab his wrist hard, done with his teasing, needing him inside you.
“I want you to fuck me.” Oikawa only smiles cockily at your request. Collecting your juices on his rock-hard member, he shakes his head with a chuckle, lining up with your entrance.
“Ah, so demanding, y/n-chan. But if you say so, it is your birthday after all.” He thrusts into you quickly, pushing himself fully into you. Throwing your head back, you let out a loud moan. Oikawa isn’t as thick as Iwaizumi, but he’s long. He's barely even moving and you can feel his tip just touching your cervix. He leans over you with a groan, luscious brown hair almost hitting your forehead.
“God, Iwa-chan. She’s so tight.” Oikawa gives you a moment to adjust before starting to thrust slowly into you, and you immediately place a hand over your mouth, trying to keep the moans threatening to spill out inside, only letting out small whimpers. Iwaizumi notices and makes eye contact with you.
“C’mon, y/n, don’t be shy just because Oikawa’s here. I know how loud you can be.” The brown-haired boy on top of you gently pries the hand over your mouth away, and you can’t help but change your quiet whimpers to loud moans. Hearing you chanting his name over and over like a curse sends Oikawa to heaven, and he picks up the pace, chasing his high.
“Mhm y/n, you love it when I fuck you, don’t you? So much better than Iwa-chan.” You can see his ego starting to stick out, but it just makes the man in front of you so much hotter than he already is. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and can tell Oikawa’s close as well. Walls fluttering around his cock, you clench the bedsheets in your fists, crying out as you hit a powerful orgasm, it sending your mind up into heaven. Oikawa follows close after, groaning as he thrusts into you one last time before painting your walls with his hot load. You let out a small whimper when Oikawa pulls out of you, feeling a sudden emptiness. He makes sure to lean over you once more, kissing you softly on the lips before swapping places with Iwaizumi.
“My turn, baby.” Kissing down your jaw, he leaves dark marks on your collarbone, earning a breathy moan from your lips. He pushes into you, still wet from Oikawa’s load, and starts to thrust quickly. Tears start to fall delicately from the corners of your eyes from overstimulation, but it just feels so good that you don’t want Iwaizumi to stop. Lewd moans fill the room, almost all of them spilling out of your mouth.
“F-fuck, baby.”  He continues to thrust harshly into you, and you tearily make eye contact with Oikawa, who’s enjoying the view from the chair. Flashing you a smirk, he points back to Iwaizumi, silently telling you to pay attention to him. Pulling against the restraints on your wrists, you wish you could be able to touch your boyfriend, longing for the feeling of his back muscles tensing and relaxing under your hands. Noticing your struggle, Oikawa stands and walks over, loosening the ropes enough so you can slip your wrists out, allowing you to immediately clutch onto Iwaizumi as he pounds into your throbbing cunt. Already feeling your orgasm coming again, you dig your fingers into his muscular back, crying out in pleasure.
“That’s right angel, cum for me. Show me how much you love it.” Those words alone are enough to send you over the edge. Arching your back harshly, your mouth opens in a silent scream as you have the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had before. Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to kiss down your neck and chest, occasionally nipping at your skin. Your mind fogs over for the third time that night, and you can feel Iwaizumi release his load inside of you not long after. Collapsing on top of you, the two of you catch your breath.
Pulling out of you, Iwaizumi is met with Oikawa standing next to the bed, handing him a damp towel to clean you up with. The three of you clean up and change into some comfy clothes. Oikawa goes to pack his things and leave, but you open your arms to him from the bed. Turning to Iwa, you stick out your lower lip.
“Can Oikawa-san stay for the night, I don’t want him to leave yet.” Iwa takes one look at your puppy dog eyes and nods, patting you softly on the head.
“Of course, y/n, whatever you want.” He smiles sweetly and climbs into the bed after shutting off the light. Tucking the soft comforter over your slightly trembling form, you curl into Iwa, resting a fist on his chest. Oikawa follows suit, resting his head against your back, arms wrapped around your waist.
“Thank you, guys, that was the best birthday present ever.” You can feel Iwaizumi and Oikawa smile in the dark room, and your boyfriend kisses you on the forehead.
“No problem, princess. You are the birthday girl.” You can feel the tiredness from your encounter causing your eyelids to droop, making it harder to stay awake. The feeling of the two boys around you, arms protecting you from the darkness, is enough to send your mind into a deep and peaceful sleep, one filled with their quiet snores.
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seita · 4 years
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— size kink headcanons [haikyuu!!]
ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇs: ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ, ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ, ʜᴀɴᴀᴍᴀᴋɪ, ᴍᴀᴛsᴜᴋᴀᴡᴀ, + ᴋʏᴏᴛᴀɴɪ.
so these r just basically writing some of my fav guys with big dicks it's self indulgent but i figure someone out there will have a nice time with this too. i will be doing multiple characters from different teams over the course of time.
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part 2 ⇨
-ˏ͛ aoba johsaiˏ͛-
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— hajime iwaizumi.
∴ his dick is thick. ∴ he loves how easy it is to sink his cock into you and watch you become a drooling mess over it ∴ he literally cannot miss your sweet spot with how fat his cock is ∴ barely has to even do anything for you to lose yourself all over him and that ∴ makes him weak.
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he let out a slow breath, running his hands up and down your thighs as they trembled beneath his touch. his eyes were locked onto your glistening cunt, stuffed half full and clenching sporadically around him.
your eyes were teary as you gazed up at him, whimpering and sniffling under the onslaught of pleasure he hadn’t even intended to give you.
“i can’t believe you came already, kitten,” he breathed, licking his lips as you squeezed him again, “i’m not even halfway in and you’ve already soaked me with your cum. aren’t you filthy?”
“iwa...” you whined, eyes fluttering as his hips rolled forward, sinking even deeper into your warmth.
he grinned, crooked and cocky, “i don’t care how many times you cum. you’re gonna take my whole cock by the end of the night.”
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— tooru oikawa.
∴ fat, long and pretty ∴ this man hit the Dick Jackpot ∴ he prefers when you ride him ∴ bc he likes to watch you struggle to take him ∴ and then rapidly lose yourself on his length ∴ plus the way your cunt asbolutely drools cum ∴ and soaks him ∴ is addictive.
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“you’re so pretty,” he whispered, holding your hips to support you so you could take a break, “trying to take my whole cock. you’re so good to me.”
“tooru...” you gripped his shoulders, nails biting into the skin as you lowered yourself a bit more, “y-your cocks so big...”
he grinned, goofy and crooked as he leaned forwards to press his lips against the exposed column of your throat, “i know, honey. but you take it so well, don’t you?”
“wanna be good for you...” you sobbed, finally dropping the rest of your weight so you were fully seated on him.
you lifted your hips to start bouncing but he stopped you, bringing his fingers to your clit, “cum on me like this. i want you to make a mess before you ride me.”
you wrapped your hand around his wrist, meeting his gaze with wide, teary eyes. he watched with rapt attention, not breathing your gaze as he circled your clit, feeling your walls spasm and clench around him.
“cum,” he ordered, grinning when you did just that. you gushed around him, trembling and squealing out his name as you attempted to pull yourself off his length to escape the overwhelming stimulation, “there’s my good girl! keep cumming for me, just like that and i’ll reward you.”
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— takahiro hanamaki.
∴ his dick is on the longer side than it is thick ∴ to the point that when he’s fucking you ∴ he sometimes has to keep from sinking in to the hilt bc it’ll hurt ∴ it boosts his ego, though, when you yelp and tell him he’s ‘too deep’. ∴ his dick is also rlly sensitive so when he goes too deep and you spasm around him ∴ it feels so fucking good so ∴ sometimes,,,,he goes too deep on purpose ∴ he’ll never admit it tho lmao.
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“t-too deep!” you squealed, voice muffled by the pillow your face was hidden in as you reached back to stop his hips from moving.
you couldn’t see it but he grinned as he pulled back slightly, easing the tip of his cock away from your cervix, allowing you to relax, “sorry, bunny. you just feel so good...i always want to sink my whole cock into you.”
you moaned, lifting your head from the fabric as he gave a few, calculated thrusts into your dripping cunt. your thighs trembled, body tensing up when he slipped almost too deep. it turned him on more than it should have, the way you locked up in fear of him giving you his full length.
“i’m just too big for you, huh?” he cooed, reaching beneath you to touch your hard little clit, groaning when you clenched around him, “maybe one day we can work on you taking all of me, huh?”
“n-never will...be able too...” you gasped, mouth falling open as you spasmed around him.
he hummed, kissing your shoulder blade he felt you getting, suddenly surging his hips forward to sink his whole length into you. your reaction was instantaneous, an almost pained squeal escaping your lips. but the way you started cumming let him know it was far from actually painful.
he grinned, “see...it’s not all bad, huh bunny?”
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— issei matsukawa.
∴ by far has the biggest dick on the seijoh team in length and girth. ∴ and by god does he knows how to use it. ∴ the way, when you cum, you walls struggle to clench properly around him ∴ because you’re so fuckin stretched out ∴ when he cums it’s a l o t too ∴ big dick means big balls
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“i-issei...” you sobbed, nails digging into his back as he laughed, “y-you’re too big.”
he hummed, pulling back to press his lips against yours, “hmm? is that so? that’s not stopping you from creaming all over me though, is it princess?”
you keened, no doubt breaking skin as he pulled back and rolled his hips swiftly, sinking back into you. your cunt was so much smaller than his cock, struggled to take him.
“y-you’re gonna make me cum...” you choked, tears sliding down your cheeks.
he cooed, kissing your nose with a cock grin on his face, “go ahead. you won’t hear any complaints from me.”
a quick change of angle had him hitting a new spot inside you that immediately had your body seizing up beneath him. he let out a stuttering breath as you trembled in his hold for several, long seconds. your cunt gushed, soaking him in your cum for what was no doubt the 3rd time in the last 7 minutes.
“did you cum?” he teased, kissing your tear-stained cheek.
“mhm...” you sniffled pathetically.
he chuckled, sitting up, “i didn’t even feel your cunt squeeze me. what a shame...you must be stuffed too full, huh?”
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— kentaro kyotani.
∴ also a memeber of the fat cock squad ∴ he’s a fan of minimal prep bc he loves to watch you struggle to take him ∴ the way your eyes water and the way you scramble to grapple onto him to stop him from moving ∴ because it burns ∴ ugh it’s the best to him.
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“kenta!” you gasped, palms pressed flat against his stomach to stop him from sinking in any further, “t-too much.”
he growled, sharp eyes glaring at you as he grappled your wrists in one hand and pinned them down, “hands off.”
“b-but! ah!” you squealed as he forced more of his fat cock into your tight walls.
“it’s not too much,” he grunted, eyes locked on the way your cunt as gushing white all over his cock, “you’re creaming on me, we both know you love it.”
“kenta!” you cried, tears pricking his eyes as he finally bottomed out.
his eyes rolled back in his head as you spasmed around him, “you always act like such a little bitch when you take my cock but you know you always turn into such a slutty little mess when you’re stuffed this full. tell me you love my fat cock.”
“i-i...” you choked as he rutted his hips forward, pushing just a tiny bit deeper into your stretched cunt, “i love your fat cock!”
“that’s right,” he pulled back, a sadistic grin on his lips, “now take it all.”
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saetyrn9 · 3 years
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Good Vibrations
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Pairing: Hanamaki Takahiro x F!Reader
Prompt: “Stay still.”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Post-Time Skip, Drinking, Tipsy Sex? Everything Is Consensual, Exhibitionism, Sex Toys, Public Sex, Oral Sex (Reader Receiving), Praise Kink, Dirty Talk, Begging, Encouragement, Unprotected Sex, Makki Being A Tease, Very little editing on my part, Makki has freckles fight me.
WC: 7,800ish
Summary: You and Makki can’t keep your hands to yourselves, but you never really tried to in the first place.
A/N: My contribution to the HQHQ Server Collab! I think I got a little carried away with this one idk if it even really fits the prompt lol whatever but I was really excited to write for Makki cuz I feel like he doesn’t get any love compared to the rest of the Seijoh boys. And he’s so cute and goofy!!! He deserves more!!! FYI, This is vaguely edited lol
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His hand sliding over your thigh feels like electricity. You jolt, sit up a little straighter, feel a burning hot rush of blood under your skin where his long fingers grip at the muscle.
Tired eyes glance your way. A handsome smirk on freckled cheeks spreads wide.
Hanamaki leans over to murmur past the loud din of your friends in the private izakaya room. "Stop squirming, baby. You're gonna give it away." He presses a kiss to your cheek, one that ignites shivers down your spine. He makes a playfully chastising sound, fingers slipping dangerously high up your skirt. "What did I just say?"
You scoff, and Makki laughs, leaning into a fist on the low table you're seated at to give you a stupidly gorgeous grin, the ends of his hair sweeping across his forehead.
"How did I ever let you convince me to do this?" You mutter, eyes nearly crossing when he leans in to give you a sultry little kiss on your lips.
He hums thoughtfully, pressing another kiss to your chin. "Same way you let me fuck you on Iwa-chan's couch at his house party a month ago." He snickers when you push him away, burning with embarrassment.
Yeah, he'd made quite the good argument as to why you should crawl your way onto his lap and ride him on Iwaizumi's new couch the week after he came back from California. The both of you had been tipsy enough to forget that he and a few of the other high school friends that came to his housewarming party had only gone onto the balcony to smoke, and as soon as the sliding glass door had opened to the dark living room, he was already balls deep inside you and very close to making you cum. Iwaizumi had not been pleased when he'd flicked on the lights.
Iwaizumi blushes faintly now every time you make eye contact. Makki ugly laughs in his face every time he sees it happen.
"Or that time we fucked in Mattsun’s bed." He adds, holding up a hand, fingers raised as if to count off individual instances. And he does. "And in the hallway of your parents' house. And in that park walking back from--"
"Shut up!" You cry, tugging his hand down while he cackles.
Your antics with your boyfriend barely get you two a glance, even when he cuddles back in close to purr, "You wouldn't do any of it if you didn't like it." His fingers tickle back across your knee.
And he's right. He’s absolutely right. Makki has you wrapped around his little finger, and he happily takes advantage of your fatal attraction to him at the most exhilarating and inconvenient times, but only because he's been so eagerly and willingly wrapped around yours since high school.
A shrill, annoying ringtone cuts through the moment, and heads turn to glance at Oikawa's phone. His bleary eyes glance down for a hair too long before he gasps and jumps up. "Shit, I forgot I had a call with my manager! Fuck, I'll be right back!" He nearly rolls onto the floor while answering his phone in quick Spanish, shoving his feet into his shoes and disappearing through the door.
"He's the whole reason we got this private room," Iwaizumi groans, glaring after his friend.
Matsukawa sighs and shifts to stand too. "Well, I need to stretch my legs. Wanna come smoke?" He glances to Iwaizumi, then to you and Hanamaki. You shake your head, as does your boyfriend.
The stockier brunette glances between you and Makki and grimaces, alcohol flushed face only turning more red. Makki guffaws, and you hide your face in his shoulder. "I'll come."
He follows out a chortling Mattsun. The opaque doors slide shut, muffling the din of the rest of the bar, very suddenly leaving you alone with Takahiro.
It only takes a glance into his hooded gaze, to watch him peek down at your mouth with a squeeze to your thigh, before you're kissing him with a small moan. Or he's kissing you. It doesn't really matter, except that it's intoxicating. His strong arms wrap tight around your middle, drawing you into his chest. Big hands squeeze and pull at your clothing and what lies beneath, his teeth catching on your bottom lip to suck languidly.
Your hips wiggle, clenching down on the toy tucked away within your body that he put there earlier in the evening, and you allow yourself a tortured whine, pulling away from Takahiro with a wet sound, his teeth on your bottom lip unwilling to let you go.
His hands squeeze your restless hips. Your head swims, your limbs feeling heavy with desire. "Come get in my lap, baby. Wanna feel you," Makki whispers against your cheek. You're more than happy to comply, pleased by the feeling of his hands curving to the shape of your butt.
"Isn't that such a pretty sight?" Makki’s gaze is focused downward, watching you spread your legs around his lap, the hem of your skirt riding up. The loop of the toy drenched in your slick drags over his jeans.
He suddenly pulls you down against him. "A-Ah, Hiro!" You hiss, shuffling your knees up against his sides. He rubs his hands up and down your back, pulling you in a soft rocking hump across his lap. You gasp and spasm, small vibrations of the weighted ben wa balls jostling, making you buck almost uncontrollably in Makki's lap.
"Yeah?" He breathes into your ear, shooting another intense shiver down your back, tugging at the bend of your spine to push another grind out of you. "It feels good? My baby's pussy feels good?"
His words leave you feeling needy and desperate. You nod, lifting your damp forehead from his shoulder to shoot him a wide-eyed look while you pant and roll your hips. Your movements are jagged and uncoordinated with your sizzling lust and the uneven vibrations inside you.
Makki’s eyes jump all over your face, blowing air through his teeth. His brows come down as he falls so easy into that thoughtless, familiar, lust-driven space with you. The one that's always gotten you both in trouble, but never fails to get you both off, either.
He clamps his hands down on your hips, making you whine. "Fuck, okay--" He laughs, a crazed little sound from his throat. "--Okay, we've gotta stop."
You sigh ragged across his mouth, letting him push your bare ass against the floor in front of his crossed legs. It leaves your legs splayed wide, your skirt bunched up against the damp shine of your pussy. “Hiro, just make me cum once. Just once?” You push one of his big hands down between your legs, let him feel how wet and warm you are.
“Oh my god,” he drawls, letting his fingers split around the loop, feeling at your puffy folds, palm rubbing against your clit. You stiffen and rock your hips up, biting your lip and shooting him a needy look. He’s already leaning in towards you, all caught up with you in this high of pleasure. The fact that you’re in a bar with dozens of people on the other side of it forgotten, that your friends could come back at any second--it’s all gone from your hindbrain and replaced with the need to satisfy and be satisfied.
“You know we shouldn’t,” he purrs against your lips, tapping his fingertips across your buzzing clit. It’s all part of the game--one of you gives a half-hearted excuse why it’s a bad idea, but it never is. Not really.
“I just need one,” you beg, breathy and sweet, butterflying your knees out. You could just imagine what someone would think if they were to walk in on the lewd scene of your big, tall boyfriend crawled over you and your bare pussy, spread out and dripping.
“You’ll stay still for me after? If I take the edge off?” He asks, smearing kisses down your cheek, hooking an arm around your slouched body to pull you close. You arch your hips up and bump against the curve of his cock, giving a little nod into the crook of his neck and a sweet little sound of promise.
"You've really gotta stay still or I won't be able to help myself," he groans into your neck, inching you back onto the tatami below until you're splayed out under long limbs and broad shoulders. “Be good, okay?”
"Hiro," you plead, hesitating only for a second before helping him push your skirt up, spreading your legs. He shuffles downward, kissing over the clothed hills and valleys of your body, pushing your thighs apart.
"Fuck," you hear him whisper. Your body trembles when he leans in close to your bare pussy, so wet and achy, clenching around the weights within. Long fingers creep up your inner thigh to oh so gently pet back your drenched folds. The touch is electric, bowing your back against the floor and curling your legs up around his shoulders, sock covered toes pressed to the ground.
One of those fingers inches close to the silicon loop that's hanging from inside you, nudging it gingerly. You gasp, hips curling up and knees attempting to come together around Makki's neck. They quiver, stopped by the width of his shoulders at your thighs.
With no warning, he leans in a drags his warm wet tongue around one side of your pussy, then the other, pulling away sticky strings of thick slick. He slurps up what's spread along the apex of your thighs, down over your ass and back to gather against your clit. Your hips roll into the sensitive touch, and you toss an arm over your eyes. You’re more than happy to ignore the world for the pleasure he’s giving you now.
“Baby, you’re so wet...” Hiro groans against your clit, suckling at your folds and giving a small, playful tug at the toy inside you. You gasp, body arching up off the floor at the electric shock that shakes through you. He hums against your nerves, making your legs quake with the vibrations of it all. His tongue molds down towards your ass, following the drip of your insides without hesitation to lick it all up or dig his teeth against your tender skin. “And you taste so fucking good, god.”
Another low sound leaves him, arms curling around your legs to take a long, deep inhale with his nose buried against the crease of your thigh. You feel a sting of embarrassment and lust, all muddled up in a confusing but highly enticing rush through your body at his shameless expression of desire. You reach down and pet at his hair. Fingers stroke through the silky curls, pushing it back from his warm forehead while he mouths and sucks and kisses all over your pussy.
His thumb comes down on your clit. It’s already swollen and firm. Just a little touch makes you gasp and jolt. His eyes look up at you as he lathers your thighs with affection, keeping the touch light. It’s the most teasing thing, and yet it’s perfect at the same time. Your whining hitches up into a higher sound, a louder sound while he swirls your clit around as tender as ever until your toes are curling and your back is arching sporadically off the ground with each intense pulse of your clit. Your insides follow suit around the ben wa balls, jostling and vibrating their weights with the motions of your hips.
“Hiro, oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” you seethe into your fist, eyes squeezed shut tight. You press your hips as close to his mouth as you can possibly get. You hear him suck in a heavy breath through his nose, gripping at your tummy and thighs to help. He pulls back the hood of your clit with a thumb and laps his tongue messy and wet right up against those nerves, tugging and manipulating the ben wa balls up inside you.
Your muffled shout is choked upon, a fist thumping into the tatami. You pant out little whimpers as all that pleasure snaps free, grasping at Makki’s hair and accidentally kicking the table beside you, jostling all the glasses and plates upon it before your thighs snap around his head and squeeze.
You feel Makki moan against you, tongue slithering down between your puffy lips and around the silicon. He sucks languidly at your labia, licking up your cum like it’s sugar.
“M-Makki, what--?” You lift your head, watery gaze blurry as he takes your clit into his mouth once more. You hiccup, hips grinding up in jerky, sharp motions as the familiar, pulsing sucks start again. Long fingers stroke over your burning skin, drowsy eyes cracking open to look at you from between your thighs squished around his cheeks.
“T-Takahiro, wait,” you pant, head falling back between your shoulders, your elbows digging into the pillow you’d been sitting on. He slowly shakes his head, nuzzling down into your dripping cunt like he’s getting comfortable again. Your whole lower half clenches up in stinging overstimulation, pushes up against him. His mouth opens to pull the silicon in, his whole mouth presses against your slit, sucking hard. You think your eyes are rolling back in your head, a squeaky whine vibrating from your chest in time with your little humps against his face, shins crossing on his shoulder blades. You can barely worry about if you're making it hard for him to breathe, if you’re making too much noise. You feel the vibration of his moan against you, the way he presses closer and massages your thighs where they warm his ears.
Mattsun’s boisterous and familiar laugh from down the hall has Makki slurping off your clit before you can cum again, pushing against the quaky clench of your legs around his head. Pupil-blown eyes, bright with surprise and desire, meet yours, and he licks his lips and disentangles himself from you. He runs his hand through his ruffled hair, looking pink in his shining cheeks.
He pats your thigh. "Okay. Fuck, okay. Cover yourself up, c'mon." You whimper, pouting while he delicately pulls your skirt back down over you. He gives a tortured, wry laugh. "Baby, don’t. I wanna keep going, but do you really want to be caught again?”
"Like you care," you grumble. Usually he doesn't, but--
"I kind of like this bar and would prefer not to get kicked out and banned when Iwaizumi yells about our lewd public acts," he tells you matter-of-factly, his pupils still big and his chin and cheeks still shining with your drying slick.
You whine, roll your shoulders back, spread your knees out to show off your glistening, swollen pussy. “I’m so close, Hiro.” He groans, licking and biting his lips, eyes shining with reflected want back at you. He glances down more than once between your wet thighs, but continues to shake his head.
You’re limp like a cooked noodle when he pulls you up by your arms, and he laughs, eyes crinkling with love and happiness. He twists to let you lean into his chest between his legs, wiping his chin absentmindedly. He cuddles you while you try to bring yourself down from his edging, shifting uncomfortably on the loop of the toy. Each movement only makes that blood-swollen ache worse, until you’re leaning against Makki with your eyes shut, trying to stay as still as possible.
The doors slide open, and Matsukawa, Iwaizumi, and Oikawa return.
“Whoa, is she okay?” Tooru asks, sitting heavy with flushed cheeks. You hide your face, not really wanting to be seen, but when you peer over Makki’s shoulder your eyes meet Matsukawa’s. His giving you a hooded look that’s entirely too perceptive for your liking. His brows arch, a little smirk curling his lips that makes your poor, needy pussy clench, hands fisting into Makki’s shirt, heart skipping a beat. You can’t help fluttering your lashes, and Mattsun’s grin grows.
“Yeah, I think the beer finally hit her. We’ll probably head out soon.” Makki’s big hand strokes up and down your back, squeezing your hip. You hide your warm face from Mattsun’s open and sensual interest, tucking away that little snippet of information to share with your boyfriend in private.
Makki entertains some mild conversation before he kisses your hair, asks if you’re ready to go in a soft whisper. You nod, tilting your head to give him what you hope is a needy, sultry glance. His throat bobs. He nods belatedly in silent understanding, shifting around to stand.
You carefully move to the edge of the raised seating, trying not to visibly flinch when the loop of the ben wa balls drags on the textured tatami. You do your best not to wobble on your legs when you rise on the cute little heeled boots you put on to come out tonight, smoothing your hand over your ass and tugging at the ends of your skirt.
Makki weaves a strong hand with yours, pulling you to his side as goodbyes are shared.
"We'll see you guys tomorrow for lunch still, right?" Oikawa asks, leaning forward against the table with a drunken pout. Makki reassures him you wouldn't miss it.
With his arm around your waist, you wave and just barely glance at Iwaizumi and Mattsun, one of whom isn't paying nearly as much attention to your flustered state as the other, dark eyes following you out after a casual fistbump with your boyfriend.
Each step feels like it’ll sweep your legs right out from under you, the ben wa balls merciless in their vibrations. You trip over the little track for the sliding doors of the private room, grasping tight to Makki to keep yourself upright.
"You alright?" Makki rubs your arm as you slip out of the bar. His touch is like little sparks of fire through your veins, and when you glance up, he's already looking at you. His eyes are heavy with a reflected desire that makes you reach up and grab the front of his shirt, leaning into his side.
He pauses, letting you pull him down for a sloppy kiss. He still tastes like you, tongue and lips still strong with the musk of your cum. He grins against your mouth and squeezes your waist, humming in question against your kiss like he doesn't understand where your neediness has come from.
"Baby, we're on the street," he laughs, pushing his legs into yours with every step, walking you backwards towards the direction of the parking garage your car is in.
You wrap your arms around his neck, not giving a single fuck who hears. "I want you to fuck me."
His eyebrows disappear into his bangs, big grin on his face. Makki’s eyes spark under lamplight with less than concealed interest.
“Fuck,” he sighs out adoringly, hugging you close, burying his nose into your hair. “You’re so cute.”
You pout, let him twist you around to continue walking, his arm slung possessively over your shoulders. “M’not trying to be cute, Takahiro. I’m trying to be sexy.”
“You’re both, all the time,” he purrs, kissing your cheek, tucking you close. “Now hold on to me, you look like you’re about the melt.”
He’s not wrong. The walk feels like it takes forever. You have to pause and hide your face in Makki’s chest every now and then, quaking and clutching him tight. He holds you close and whispers you praise, petting your damp neck. With your back tucked up close to walls to be out of the way of others walking past, his hand slinks down to play with the slick that’s smeared and gathered all along your asscheeks and thighs just beneath your skirt.
“Almost there, baby. I can see the parking garage,” he murmurs, cheek leaned against the top of your head and one arm around your shoulders, the other tucked under the back of your skirt to massage slowly at your rear. Your insides clutch up on the balls, you shiver and whine, thankful that it’s so dark, that no one can see you past Makki’s tall frame.
“It’s just...it’s a lot, Hiro,” you pant against his neck. Your fingers feel weak, wrapped up in his shirt.
“I know, baby,” he simpers, tilting your head back for a kiss. “But you’ve been doing so well all night. Just a little further, okay?”
The garage is dark, sporadic halogen lighting not offering great visibility. Way back in a corner is your car, tucked away in the tightest of spaces. This late at night, there are fewer cars than before, most everyone who came to the city for weekend fun having left by now, and your car sits all alone.
You're approaching the vehicle when Makki tugs you closer to his side, bending to press his lips to your ear, and whispering, "Wanna get in the backseat?"
Your eagerness to comply with such a request has you tripping over your own shaky feet, catching yourself on the cool window. Makki presses up behind you, hips pushing you flush to the vehicle, his mouth smearing kisses across your neck. Vibrations wobble through your gut at the rough handling, your eyes rolling. In the less than private parking garage, he lets loose whatever inhibitions he’d been holding onto for the whole walk, growling low and pleased into your throat.
You gasp, fumbling with your purse, Makki pressing so hard against you that it's almost hard to breathe. It’s grounding and dizzying all at once. You almost want to let him fuck you just like this. You arch back against him, rubbing against the firm curve of his cock pressing against the front of his jeans. Between the tight squeeze of your thighs, the loop of the ball shifts.
His lips pull away from your neck with wet sound, leaning back just enough to tug your skirt up. The smack of his palm against your asscheek bounces off the concrete around you, followed almost immediately by your moan.
"You gonna let me in?" He taunts against your ear, grasping the sting in your cheek, long fingers brushing dripping silicon, digging into the wet meat of your thigh and squeezing appreciatively. You both sigh and rock against each other at the spark of sexual delight his touch brings forth. He lands another slap to your cheek, and your toes curl, back arching against his chest.
You nod, gulping and leaning back into his chest. He sighs against your cheek, hands sweeping down your thighs and fluttering your skirt. You don't make any move to get inside, content to watch his hands ruck your skirt up, warm fingers sliding across the wet lips of your cunt. You pant, tilting your head back when Makki traps the rubber loop of the toy between his fingers and smears his hand across your cunt.
He nuzzles his nose across yours and kisses you, languid and unhurried while he makes your hips roll. Your hand covers his other dragging up your body, pushing it into your breast unnecessarily to make him grope you. The vibrations and rocking sensation of the balls makes your knees wobble. As Makki tugs at your nipple through your shirt, you slap a hand on your car and sag against him with a moan, feeling a drip of slick roll it’s way down to your knee.
Makki sighs hot and heavy across your mouth. “Why’re we still out here, baby? Huh?” His hand comes up from your breast, grasping onto your jaw and tugging you closer. Your brow crumples and you moan, eyes rolling as his fingers pinched fingers holding the loop drag back and forth across your clit. “You don’t want me to fuck you? We can just go home.” He doesn’t stop rubbing at your clit, doesn’t stop fiddling with the toy inside you despite his threat.
“No,” you whisper, peeling your eyes open to give him a needy look. Makki’s cheeks are flushed in the faint lighting of the parking garage, but his eyes are heavy and steady on you, his hold ensuring that you can’t look anywhere else but him.
He suddenly takes a step back. You almost fall with a gasp when he tugs you back with him, his firm grip on your chin keeping your head pinned to his chest. Your purse fumbles, nearly slips from your grasp, and suddenly you’re bared entirely to the garage, your skirt pushed up and wet pussy cooling with a blowing breeze.
“Get you fucking keys out,” he ordes, tone lowering, wet hand coming to rest on your mons. It’s hard to find them when he’s forcing you to look up, to look back at him and the lazy desire heavy in his gaze. Amusement tints his lips, makes them curl pretty and loving while he watches you struggle, but he croons when they jingle free, thumb rubbing pride into your cheeks with his words.
The echo of your car unlocking is loud bouncing off the concrete, and you lick your lips while staring up at your boyfriend. He bumps his hips into your back, pushing you forward again. You fumble blind for the handle, tugging the door open to the back seat. When it swings open, he finally releases you.
You sag forward, crawling gingerly onto the seat, discarding your purse on the floor and your keys in the front seat. Looking up at Makki, you find him watching you, digging in his back pocket.
“Take your clothes off.” He pulls his phone out, screen lighting up his face. He taps out something as you do as he tells you, scratchy heat released with the tight, cute clothing. You sigh and splay back, weak limbs pushing you back further into the dark interior before you fall flat again. You spread your legs to avoid jostling the ben wa balls. As nice as they are, you’re more than ready to have them out. You feel too full, Takahiro’s edging making you feel swollen and hurting with the need for release.
Your hips give a mindless upwards sway. A breeze blows into the car. He’s taking his sweet time texting.
“Hiro,” you whine, pushing his hip with your toes. He finally ducks into the car with you, giving you a sheepish smile. He tosses his phone up into the front seat with your keys and pulling the door shut after him. He crawls over you, petting over your hot skin to kiss you, pushing your legs wider.
“Who was that?” You breathe against his mouth, hooking a leg over the top of the back seat. Makki just shakes his head, pinching your breasts and letting his mouth trail down your body.
“Mattsun. Don’t worry about it,” he whispers back, teeth dragging with a moan. “I need to fuck you, baby. I’ve been so hard since I put that toy inside you.” You moan and clench down on the toy inside you. “S’it feel good? You’re so wet.” He glances down to where his fingers skim through your slick.
“I...I want you, Hiro,” you beg. “Take them out, please?”
“I will baby, I’ll take care of you.” He whispers across your skin, hot breath dancing with his fingers that trail down your stomach. Any other concerns are forgotten once more to your hot lust.
Well, except for one.
"I think he knew," you murmur, sighing with each burning kiss Makki leaves across your stomach. He makes a questioning sound, and you say, “M-Mattsun.”
Makki hums, making you jolt when he sucks languidly at the sensitive, wet inside of your thigh, leaving a mark. "Did he, now? What makes you say that?"
The back of your hand presses to your eyes, panting through parted lips as your boyfriend investigates your achy hole.
"He--!" You squeak, his fingers hooking with the slick loop, tugging slowly. You clench around the movement, hug down with resistance against the balls being removed. When your knees come together, it doesn't take much for him to push them apart again. "H-He was--oh--l-looking!"
You don’t even know if that makes sense, too busy grasping desperately at the headrest above you, at Makki’s shoulder. Sleepy eyes meet yours, and he grins lazily. "I don't blame him," he purrs, eyes sweeping over your splayed body as he slowly, agonizingly, pulls. Your whine is loud in the small space of your car, hips quaking when he lazily swirls of his thumb over your throbbing clit. "I always wanna look at you," he breathes, blessing your clit with a little kiss before his thumb resumes it’s pace.
You're clenching down hard on the balls with a grunt, pleasure spasming through your pelvic floor muscles. The weights within them sway and vibrate, making you shake and sweat. "Relax for me, baby, shh," Makki breathes, stroking long and slow circles across your clit. You almost sob with the first ball tugging free with a lewd, wet, sucking sound, chest heaving and vision whiting with how hard you clench your eyes shut. Makki pulls, the second ball following the first with little resistance this time. They ring low, drip your slick across your thigh, and feel warm with body heat. You both groan together, Makki’s eyes laser focused between your legs to watch. “There you go, fuck. You’re so good, baby.” His encouraging hiss is wracked with lust and makes you ache to be filled again.
"Hiro," you whine, toes curling with the needy clench of your now empty insides, a faint cramp forming after being full for so long. You arch your hips up towards him while he fumbles with his pants, butt slipping along the leather beneath you from how much you've leaked with your lust.
"God, you're so fucking hot," Makki moans, carelessly dropping the balls with a musical thud to the floor of your car, scooting his hips forward between your widespread thighs to rub the head of his leaking cock against your still gaping hole. He’s still rubbing your clit, and you wince, wiggling away from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Don't fight it baby, relax," Makki breathes, petting at your hair and rubbing, rubbing at your clit. He scoots in closer, his thighs and waist keeping you from closing your legs around his hand. You're shaking hard, you can feel it, Takahiro's weight a comforting, grounding presence in the wake of his hand tirelessly following after the uncontrolled bucks and twists of your hips.
"Hiro, it's t-too much," you plead, stiffening with the onset of your second orgasm.
Nuzzled up against your ear, your boyfriend shakes his head and switches from his thumb to three, quick fingers fucking across the wet, hot, singing nerves of your clit. "No it's not, you can do it, you can take it. I know you can, baby, my good girl--" His praise and encouragement makes your insides spasm, makes your eyes roll, and choppy quakes force themselves through your body as the mindless pleasure breaks over your body. You kick and pant, slapping a hand up against the door inches from your head while he works you through the crashing waves of your orgasm until you’re pushing at his arm. Makki slides his fingers down through your folds, dragging away the pool of your juices. His long fingers shine and connect with strands of your need, and you crack open an eye to watch him sucking his fingers clean, those chocolate eyes gazing down at you all the while.
You whimper his name, peer up at him from under heavy lids, and tug at his shirt to bring him down for a kiss. He pulls it off, tossing it to your front seat before he presses forward over you, meshes his lips with yours and spearing himself deep inside you.
You wince, the sound you let out almost a shout, quaky legs squeezing at his waist, wiggling hard against the weight of his hips. His cock stretches you out, stretches the ache the ben wa balls had imprinted upon your walls. It hurts, but in just the way you need, in the way that makes you clutch at your lover's back and has your neck falling back limp for his mouth to explore.
"Oh my god," Makki grunts, hands squeezing at your chest, at your sides. He pants a shaky laugh against your jaw, shifting back and drawing you across the seats with him. “Babe, you’re so fucking wet and hot, holy fucking shit.”
“I--I don't think I can cum again," you almost sob, gripping your own hair, then his as he works his cock in slow, dragging, deep motions into your wet, wet pussy. "I-If I cum again, I think I'll die,” you whisper dramatically against the layer of sweat on his forehead, but right now it feels absolutely true. Makki’s eyes, somehow both sleepy and wide with pleasure and amusement, meet yours.
“You can do it, I can feel it,” he murmurs back, tone low and teasing, planting a foot on the floor of your car, dragging his hips back and thrusting forward. It punches a sound from your chest that leaves you breathless, clasping your legs as tight as you can around his waist, nails dragging red across his pale skin. He sits up and fucks into you again, harder this time, hand clamping down on your hot throat to keep you pressed into the cushioned bench, arching you back over the small hump of the middle seat and opening you up more than before. His eyes don't leave yours, pretty lips parted to moan as he takes you in, takes you entirely, in all your fucked out glory.
Your hips jerk up to meet each of his thrusts, the wet slap that accompanies such lascivious movements like music to your ears. Makki groans ragged, rhythm changing to something long and slow as his face pinches, glancing down to watch his cock drag in and out of your body until he pulls out entirely.
“Hiro,” you choke out, one of your knees knocking into the center console of your front seat when your thighs butterfly out for him. "B-Back inside, please!”
He slaps the head of his cock across your clit, breathing hard and fisting himself. “Y-You’re just too fucking good, sweetheart,” he groans, sounding almost pained but looking entirely too pleased, leaking head parting your sticky folds to push back in, slower than the first time. You grit your teeth and push back against the door above your head, breasts jumping with each heavy, panting breath you take past the grip of his hand at your throat. His other hand rubs over your tits, gripping and pinching, and the slap he lands across one with the start of his swaying thrusts feels so fucking good, your thighs clench down on his sides and your hips fall out of his rhythm.
“Stay still,” he grunts, gripping painfully tight at one of your breasts, pushing you flat. He shifts on his knees, yours curling up his side to take him deeper. You hardly hear him past the rush of your pleasure in your head, your own moans that are surely heard outside the creaking shocks of your car, the smack of his wet balls across your ass.
“Hiro!” Your whole body shakes, crying out and clamping down so hard on Makki’s cock he spits a curse, stuttering in his thrusts, gripping tight to your overstimulated body. “Fuck, I can’t!” You gasp and shudder and squeeze your legs so tight around his waist he can barely pull out.
“Fuck, you can. Cum. Cum for me, baby, cum. You can do it.” His gripping hand at your waist slides back down to your clit, once again rubbing purposefully, his hips moving with what little space your clenched thighs will allow. But it’s enough, it’s more than enough. He nudges and drags in short strokes over that swollen spot inside you already stimulated by the balls that sat in your gut and Makki’s attention from before.
Your mouth drops open, eyes rolling as you shake and jerk hard. He hisses, a faint sound you barely pay attention to as your pussy milks at his cock with little, sobbing, needy sounds vibrating against his broad palm. You twist beneath him, nails dragging across leather, bare chest heaving towards him. The rush in your ears lessens, and is suddenly filled with the sounds of your whispery, uninhibited cries.
Your legs start to go limp, and Makki takes full advantage of his new range. He pulls back, almost all the way out, and slaps home into your drenched cunt. You scrabble at his arm, still holding you in place by your neck, and can barely focus your eyes upon the pinched look of lust that’s overtaken his handsome face.
“Hiro,” you drawl, limp hands petting at his chest with what little strength you have left. His cock somehow carves itself up into your body still, never pulling out entirely, almost like he can’t with the way the head of his cock catches just right near the end of his back thrust. “H-Hiro, feel so fuckin’ good.” You sound drunk, the faint weight that keeps you from taking an entirely full breath not helping.
He shudders out a moan, leaning over you, hand planted just above your head to give you a messy, perfect kiss across your pliant lips, angling your head as he likes with his hold upon you. He’s breathing hard, harder than you now, over the loud claps of his hips colliding with yours. The drag of his dick across singing nerves awakens that fiery pleasure again, faster than before. A sudden surge of strength from your rising third wave lets you clutch at his sides and attempt to pull him closer.
Faintly, you're aware of the car rocking, shocks groaning with the motion of Makki's hips, but you're unconcerned if it gives away exactly what's happening. Instead, you rock your hips up into his as much and as hard as you can. His sounds have turned lower, rougher, loud like you as he kicks up into a pace that’s too fast for you to keep up with.
You gasp with the realization of his end. “Inside. Cum inside. Inside, inside, please--” You beg, fisting his hair at the nape of his neck. You press his hunched body close as he seethes through clenched teeth, moans brokenly and nips and bites at your jaw and tits.
“Fuck this pussy, fuck this pussy--” Makki snarls, an appreciative sound, forehead thumping against the seat next to you. His mouth drops open as his hips swirl down into yours, pumping you full of hot cum, pinning you in place with his weight. You were so close to a third orgasm, your pussy clenching without rhythm down on his flexing cock. He chokes on a weak sound, pulling out with a gasp and a messy spill of cum.
“No, Hiro, w-wait--” Your legs just can’t work properly, unable to keep him against you.
“I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He sits back against the car door behind him and hauls you up into his lap. Your world spins, blood rushing and making your vision white out. Your head drops against his neck. You feel a faint slap to one of your thighs when he settles you against him. “Spread ‘em, honey. Sit still and spread your legs for me.”
You giggle, cock drunk and needy, but do as you’re told, wrapping your arms around him and feeling his fingers dip down into the mess of your pussy, slicking his cum back up against your clit and rubbing quick and precise. You jolt and moan, rub yourself on his thigh and pull back to peer up at him. Makki grins and kisses you, coos against your mouth about what a good girl you are, how good you are for him, letting him fuck you wherever. You moan and clench out more cum onto his pants, shiver so hard your breath comes out an uneven hiss through your bared teeth. You can’t help but jerk your hips back from his touch. His arm bars you from getting far away from his attention.
“Stop running from it,” Makki murmurs against your mouth. “C’mon, you can get there. Spread your fucking legs.” He lands another sticky slap on your thigh when it tries to squeeze shut against the other. The sting is as grounding as it is arousing. You whine long and hard, rocking your ass back and forth against his leg, digging your toes down into the floor, tensing your knees wide open.
Your head swims, lolling back and then around to his shoulder. His strong arm around your waist keeps you from falling off of him. When you cum, it’s like a chaotic burst of energy. You gasp, clamp your arms around him and sob. He growls out in delight against your neck, squeezing you close while you shake and curl your legs around one of his, then into your chest. It traps his arm against you, but doesn’t keep his fingers from continuing to flick and rub at your clit until you’re soaking his shoulder with tears and leaving smeared, cummy fingerprints across your window.
“Oh, there you go,” he pants, kissing your ear and your cheek as you writhe and whimper. He pushes two fingers up inside you, presses against that swollen spot inside you while mashing his palm against your clit, and you spasm again, crying out against his neck. “There’s my pretty girl, there she is.”
Your moans are choppy, they sound stupid, but you’re too wound up to care. You’re too lost in it, and you know Takahiro loves you all fucked out. You hump hard against his palm, hiss and dig your nails into his bare shoulders. It feels like you’re cumming forever, feeling him kiss at any part of your skin he can reach until you sag against him with little shuddering hiccups.
Makki is content to sit in silence with his nose pressed into your hair, arm still tight around you to keep you close. Your insides continue to clutch at his fingers, and he seems more than content to keep them there until you’ve calmed down. Your thighs steadily loosen, your strength waning, and it’s only as they slip to the floor between his knees that he pulls his fingers free. You wince, drag your fingers through the sweat on the back of his neck, and cuddle in closer.
“Open,” he rasps, and you do without a second thought. Salty, musky fingers slip between your lips. You suck them clean, your head falling back against Makki’s shoulder. He kisses you, grips your jaw and slouches low, forcing you to curl up on this lap and around his bare chest, where he cradles you.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he groans, like he just can’t stand it. You laugh, your body jostled against him with his own jumping chest. He lays you out across the seats once more, leaning into an arm and sweeping back his damp curls, pleased grin on his flushed and freckled cheeks.
“No you,” is your lazy comeback.
He just kisses you, and you don’t know for how long, but you finally feel like you can relax. Like your night has finally slowed down from whatever top gear rush Makki had shifted it into.
When you part again, he sweeps your crumpled clothes off the floor to hand to you.
“I don’t wanna drive,” you whine, wiggling like a worm back into your skirt.
“Don’t worry. I’ll get us home,” Hanamaki assures you, fixing his pants before tugging his shirt back over his head. He shoots you an easy grin, tone breezy and light when he says, “I may not have a job, baby, but I can drive and I can fuck you stupid.”
You’re left laughing while he climbs out of the car. You struggle into your shirt, fingers loose from the rush of endorphins still in your blood. You give up with it caught beneath your tits, choosing instead to watch Hanamaki’s lanky body stride around the car to open your side to help you out. With a lazy grin, he fixes your top and smothers you with kisses before he opens the front passenger door for you. It’s there that your exhaustion finally hits you, splaying and letting your head drop against the door.
Your driver's side seat slides back to accommodate Makki’s longer legs. After fixing all your mirrors and leaning over to give you another kiss, he backs out of the spot.
Quietly, like he doesn’t want to disturb the sleep that’s creeping up on you, he says, "Mattsun texted to ask if we could give him a ride. Is that okay with you?"
You frown, eyes remaining shut and body curled against the door. The breeze from the opened back windows feels nice on your too-hot skin, still a little feverish and sweaty after getting so thoroughly fucked. "Sure, I guess. But we left a while ago."
Makki snickers. "I told him we'd be a minute."
You snort with him, grinning as Makki steers in the direction of the bar. By car, it’s not so far away like it had felt walking. Mattsun’s lanky figure is dark on the sidewalk, flare of a cigarette lighting up with an inhale. He’s standing alone, but scuffs his cigarette out under foot, a final plume of smoke escaping him when your car pulls up.
"Thanks guys," Issei slurs, hunching down into your backseat behind you. The car rocks with his added weight. You just hum, only to lock up with a horrified jolt when low, musical tones sound out with him slamming the door shut.
He makes a curious sound. "What's this?" Leather creaks as Mattsun shifts.
"Oh, fuck." Makki sounds infuriatingly amused.
"Wait--!" You whip around.
Matsukawa is holding the ben wa balls, dangling them between your faces, loop hooked around two of his fingers. In the darkness of your car, the interior lit only by the street lights filtering in, he looks absolutely devious, a slow grin curling on his full lips.
His brows rise charmingly, lazy gaze unusually intense. "You drop something?" He bounces his fingers, low ringing coming from the swinging balls. 
You slap the toy off his hand, and it hits the opposite door with a heavy clank and ring. You’re burning hot at the electric moment you share with your boyfriend's best friend, and whip back around, sinking down into your seat with a horrified groan. Both men laugh, but only Takahiro feels your thighs squeeze together at Mattsun’s teasing, where his hand landed on your thigh to give you some comfort in your embarrassment.
Makki's grin is just as devilish.
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shugojima · 2 years
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Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Athletic Trainer
We're a thristy whore and this is kinda light hearted so don't take it too seriously.
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Your brother Koutarou had a private lesson with their trainer and dragged you along since you had to drive him there for once due to his car being checked. He could just get the keys and drive by his own? NEVER.
He's a total jerk and probably hits the first traffic light, like he did with his own just a few days ago. Fucking idiot.
He asked you if you'd wait for him until they finish. Rolling your eyes at him you agreed and walked into the big training center with a huge sign on the front that said "Iwaizumi - Personal Training"
As you stepped foot in it, you were stunned by the luxurious furniture. Your jaw dropped even more when your brother said "The guy that owns it is a friend of mine! Well, more Akaashi's but we get along pretty well too!"
"What kinda rich ass friends do you have?? Is he good looking? If so, introduce me tf?"
"You're not hitting on our trainer, you hear me?! We're here for him to help me stretch not you!"
It was a joke. It WAS a fucking joke.
But that joke quicky turned into something meaningful as Mr. Arms came to pick up his next client.
"Bokuto! You doing fine?"
"Yeah, kinda. But my wrecked car still makes me sad."
He laughed and slapped the back of Koutarou's head as he went "Then stop being a dumbass and start driving fucking careful!"
You liked him already.
"Oh, Iwaizumi Hajime, nice to meet you. You're his sister right?" He asked as he smiled. Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
"Yeah... sadly. Y/n, but just call me good gi-." You said as Koutarou shot you an angry look.
You took the stairs to the second floor and Iwaizumi hold a white heavy door open for you to step inside the little gym.
"You can sit over there if you want. We'll need some time."
You nodded as you sat yourself on a bench near the big windows and watched as the two of them spoke a little about this and that, before Iwaizumi started helping that stupid motherfucker to stretch.
"Down... down... just like that."
Man... he looks mighty fine in that black work uniform of his. His arms are something else but lets not forget about that juicy ass and those thick ass thighs... lord. I'm a simp.
"Y/n!! Keep your unholy eyes off him!" Your brother snapped you out of your sweet day dream.
"I was only admiring the hard work he probably put into getting those thighs.. jeeez..." you said rolling your eyes at him for the 5th time today.
You could tell Iwaizumi was a little caught off guard by the way you act around each other and the way you freely admitted you drooled over him. He just chuckled realizing Bo's sister was kinda horny, checking him out.
"We'll go with some light exercises first." He said as he continued doing his job professionally. "Good... hold it.. hold it.. a little deeper."
"You can go a lil deeper somewhere else..." You muttered under your breath but he heard you clearly and smirked as he kept on instructing Koutarou.
When they were done with their little session my brother wanted to head for the showers so you told him you'd wait for him here, while Iwaizumi was getting some things to clean up after them.
"Why aren't you waiting downstairs?"
"Because I smell a huge dick opportunity, my oblivious little brother."
"YOU'RE NOT GONNA FUCK IWA!"
"Yo be a lil quiet he might hear you."
"As if he doesnt know you wanna be screwed by now... good lord.. do what you have to do but finish by the time I'm done showering. And no fucking details on the ride home!!"
"Fiiiine... ugh."
So you were leaning against the wall as Iwaizumi cleaned the equipment he used as you started walking over to him and his stunning green eyes found yours.
"Y/n. Can I help you with something?" he politely asked as if he doesn't already know what you want him to help you with.
"Hmm... I might have an idea..." you said as you came a little closer and ran your hands over his delicious biceps.
"You know.. I could use some help with stretching too.."
He bit his lip slightly and smirked "I'd fuck your desperate pussy right now if it wasn't for me being at work."
Yeah whatever you gonna give me this dick..
"But.. but I really need it bad! Please~ I promise to be a good girl for you and finish you off fast, Daddy."
"....Fucking whores got the nerve." he said as he grabbed you and threw you on the bench, you were sitting on earlier, ass up, wasting no to to lift your cute skirt before he took the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down just enough to free his thick hard cock.
"You want my cock, yea? Fine. Girls like you like it big don't they?"
Sliding two fingers in between your lips, he slid them up and down to fully cover your pussy in your arrousal, before he put his fat tip to your drooling hole and... "Take it, bitch." ... thrusted so hard into you, you swore the whole second floor knew you got screwed right now. But do we care? Hell nah.
"NGHHHAA FUCK!!... T-TOO MUCH!"
"Huh. Bit off more than you can chew, babe? That sucks."
Hell he fucked you stupid and even if it was only like 10 minutes you get to enjoy his fat cock, you were already so exhausted. It was hard to keep up with him, the stamina and the strength... my god...
He suddenly pulled out and left you empty and whining "Put.. put it in!! P-please!" you begged and tried lowering myself onto him again as he just laughed.
"Already addicted, hm?"
"Y-yes! Now could you please continue!??"
"You know actually I'm already late to my next session."
You turned your head and looked at him in disbelieve.
An evil smirk on his face he pointed at his cock, all messy from your juice "I told you I have a session now. Lick the rest of your pussy off me. I need to hurry."
"Come again?! Theres a fucking towel!"
"Oh so you don't want that private special treatment next sunday?"
"Nevermind, Daddy!!"
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kaijime · 3 years
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Umm could you possibly to a candy cane with the “no panties?” Prompt? With a poly relationship with Oikawa and Iwaizumi??? 🥰 thank you!
“hm, no panties?” with iwaizumi hajime and oikawa tooru
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cw. morning sex, slapping (with dick), humiliation, vaginal penetration
a/n. bitches really overwork themselves when everyone tells them not to. It’s me. I’m bitches,, also sorry for the kind of abrupt ending to this one
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Your thoughts drift away from the eggs on the frying pan, and go to last night. Sandwiched between the two men, Oikawa fucking himelf in your mouth and Iwaizumi taking you from behind. As much as you wanted to focus on this right now, you just couldn’t help it. Such a nice memory is worth remembering often.
They notice your eyes, looking far away instead of where they need to be, that’s he joins you in the kitchen.
“Hm seems like someone didn’t have enough last night, should we continue?” Oikawa leaned close to you and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. Even if his actions seemed innocent enough, his words were less enough to make up for it.
“What makes you think that?” You’re playing one of your little bratty games today. It’s okay, he can handle a little teasing. “I’m just making breakfast”
“Baby, you’re clenching your thighs together like crazy, and I didn’t even have to be close to you...” you quickly turn off the stove and turn to him, he’s looking at you with a predatory gaze, one that says just how much he wants to devour you. “What are you thinking?”
“I see you started the morning without me” you both turn to see Iwaizumi leaning against the wall, how long had he been admiring the little show you both put on? “Can’t be having that, can we?”
They took you back to the bedroom, carrying you over their shoulder and placing you- no, practically throwing you on the bed.
“Look at this Iwa...” Oikawa calls out for your other partner and you knew exactly what he wanted to show him. He wanted to show how wet you were, not only that, but how you hadn’t bothered to cover yourself.
“Hm, no panties?” You writhe when he trails his finger from your stomach to spread you and run his fingers through your folds, reveling in the way that when he pulled them out a clear string connected his finger to your pussy. “Dirty slut is so ready to take us, she doesn’t even bother”
Your hands snake down your body to toy with your clit while Iwaizumi stroked himself a bit, getting ready to enter you.
“Naughty girl, playing with your pussy already” Oikawa teases from his position next to your face, he’s already prodding his tip into your mouth, but when you open it he doesn’t slide in like he usually would. He takes in your fragil frame, beneath him panting with your eyes half lidded. “Couldn’t wait a couple of seconds?”
He watches as your face scrunches up when Iwaizumi takes you, pressing your legs toward your own body and folding you into a tight mating press that barely left you any chance to breath.
Once again, you find yourself drifting away from this reality, though this time it’s because of the pleasure. And you would’ve been completely gone if it wasn’t because of the light tap you received on your cheek.
“Tooru... just put it in my mouth”
“Nah. I think it’s cute that you’r begging but I like how you look right now... with me slapping my cock against your cheek”
“Hmm-no-! Wanna have you in my m-mouth” all the while Hajime has already started to destroy you with his cock, his only priority right now was to make you fall apart beneath him.
With the sight in front of him, it would take long before he came, watching your face flinch a little bit everytime Oikawa’s member came in contact with your skin.
“Shut up and take it like a good slut” Oikawa mumbled beneath his breath, even though not much later he gave into your request. He’s glad he did, even with his stoic behavior he couldn’t wait any longer to have your pretty lips wrapped around him.
“Fuck... so good, such a good pussy clenching around me” the male between up your thighs groaned, as he keeps thrusting himself into you, rutting his hips with fevor and need.
“N-no! Hajime not there-! Gonna cum if you keep hitting there”
“That’s the whole point, isn’t it” Iwaizumi lodged his hips into your and you could feel his pelvic bone grazing against your tiny, needy clit, everytime he moved. Needless to say, by this time Oikawa was close to finishing soon as well.
He was bound to cum in the next few seconds, with the way you hollowed you cheeks around his shaft, and what you couldn’t fit in your mouth you grabbed with his hands, it all felt to much for him. Not to mention how cute your face looked when it was filled with a good cock.
“Hn- ah! Cumming, cumming!” You screamed when your orgasm washed over you, and you closed your eyes shut to respcieve the impact of the white liquid against your face when you felt Oikawa pull out of your mouth.
It came in waves, and wave after wave you were riding off your high with Iwaizumi’s cock.
“Hnng-! Fuck baby girl, if you keep going so tight...” he couldn’t even finish his sentence, putting aside what he had in mind to bask over his own high.
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taglist.
@kiyobbie @shygiggle @rana-kun @ghostlydiamond135 @freyafolkvangr @ayamasan @torucr @kawaiinishii @peteunderoos @strwbryshortcake
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aiiwa · 3 years
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PRETTY IN PINK — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.
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✗ REQUEST: may i request a lil text fic of yn having the most juiciest 🍑 and taking pics in her lingerie to send to her female friends so they can help pic out which one is the prettiest but she accidently sends them to her best friend and crush iwa and how that would go?????
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— iwaizumi hajime.
⤷ genre: college au - fluff (?) / crack (?)
⤷ warnings: suggestive / mature themes, cursing, and a photo thirst trap photo (?), also iwa talking about masturbating over your photo
⤷ word count: 2.8k
— a/n: for my big booty anon i would sell my soul for 🍑💖
this is set in the same universe as freshman year, so feel free to give it a read if you’d like!!
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life after meeting your boys had changed your daily routine in the best way. not a minute went by that wasn’t filled with the familiar craziness you had grown on.
free time was spent humouring mattsun by shifting the couches in their apartment around and engaging in a wrestling match, originally stemming from a fight the two of you had over the last slice of cake a month ago; the current score was an even tie of 14-14 though you had plans to take the lead. when it came to makki, he was more than happy to indulge on your self-care days; he’d even take part in your skincare routine, let you paint his nails, and liked it when you made smoothies to sip on while the two of you waited for your clay masks to dry. every other week was dedicated to retouching his roots with pink hair dye.
other days, you were set up on your bed; under the soft covers, stash of snacks next to you, while your laptop rested on your lap. and at exactly three a.m. you would receive an incoming call from, oikawa. since it would be three p.m. in argentina, he’d take to sitting out on his balcony, basking in the sun and interrogating you on the relationship, or lack thereof, you had with his dear iwa-chan.
speaking of sweet, gorgeous iwa - in your biased and majorly crushing opinion, hanging out with him was your favourite. though you’d never be heard saying that around anyone. just last week he’d all but solidified your love for him even more, when the two of you were up late, binge watching a new sci-fi show that caught iwa’s attention, and he got up to make you some coffee when you started to feel sleepy.
“here we go, coffee with two sugars for the pretty lady.” the warmth you felt run over your body settled before you grabbed at the steaming cup. taking a sip you realised you’d never told iwa how many sugars you preferred, and after asking him, you watched his faint blush bloom under the harsh light of the t.v. screen. “heh, i don’t know...just noticed it, i guess.”
but as much as you loved the guys, there were just some things you couldn’t do with them. things that required a strictly girls-only day out.
“what do you mean we’re not allowed to come? i wanna go to the mall too!” mattsun whines, tugging at the sleeve of your cropped, button-up sweater, while you were bent over tying your laces.
“it’s a girl’s day out, emphasis on girl.” smacking his hand away, you straighten up; sending him the look your mother gives you when you’re being difficult. “so unless your little pee-pee grew into a powerful vagina, you’ll be staying home.”
“but makki’s practically a girl too!” the couch cushion that flew into his face was true to its aim, the swift whack shutting mattsun up.
“fuck off, little dick.” makki grumbled, lanky figure draped over the couch; sans aforementioned couch cushion that was covering his face before. mattsun tried to throw the pillow back at the pink-haired boy, but it was caught with ease. “we agreed to never bring that up again.”
“yeah well, y/n’s talking about some girl-time shit, like we didn’t take her to a strip club, filled with male strippers.” mattsun sasses back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “like makki didn’t get a lap dance from that guy-”
from the corner of your eye, the bulky figure entering the room catches your attention instantly. you could never get tired of eyeing up the way his shirt stretched around his fit body, how his sleeves cut a bit into his arms and knowing he could rip them up with a flex of his biceps. watching him walk up to you, the tightening of his navy blue gym shorts around his shaped thighs, had you mesmerised; dragging your gaze across the outline of his bulge, you swore it twitched just before he stopped near you.
“ready to go, y/n?” he offered a small smile, twirling his keys around his finger. at the sound of his voice, the other two boys halted their bickering over the strip club incident.
“oi iwa, no fair, are you going with y/n?!” mattsun interrogates, thick brows arched in question.
“i’m dropping her off.”
“oh.” makki chimes in. “out of everyone i thought you would be the one with the most complaints, iwa. just the other day when the two of you were together, i wanted to ask y/n for help with my project but you-”
“yeah, yeah that was the other day.” iwa cuts him off, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows, wanting to know what makki was going to say. oh well, you’ll just get it out of him after. “c’mon y/n, you’ll be late meeting the girls.”
iwa was on his way to the front door when makki asked you what was so different about this trip to the mall that you didn’t want any of the boys to come along.
“i’m going to buy new lingerie, and i need their opinions.” you shrugged, grabbing your hand bag so you could follow iwa out.
busy with shoving your phone into your purse, and checking you had all of your essentials, you failed to notice the scheming look shared between mattsun and makki. or how iwa stood frozen by the door, hand tightly gripping the handle, until you bumped into his warm back.
“lingerie...hm, i wonder for who?”
at makki’s words you felt heat rise up in your face, as you rubbed at your nose.
“y/n~! you could’ve just asked me to come along! i would love to give my opinion!”
you’d never seen keys flying so fast through the air, finding their mark on mattsun’s forehead.
after spending twenty minutes pressing an ice pack to the growing bump on mattsun’s forehead, and listening to him trying to explain to an irritated iwa that he was just playing around; you’d finally left the apartment, and was nearing the bustling shopping district. iwa had been quiet, though not awkward, with only the mellow songs of his playlist, named after you, playing during the short drive. he flicked his indicator on, spotting the two girls waving at you from the sidewalk, and pulled over to the side.
“thanks for the ride, iwa.” you mumbled distractedly, admiring the veins in his tanned arm as he shifted the gear into park.
“anything for my pretty lady.” iwa lifts the corner of his mouth up into a sweet grin, olive green eyes flitting over you next to him. he doesn’t even realise he’d called you his pretty lady, and you press a hand to your heated cheek; ignoring your friends cooing and pointing at the two of you. “do you need some money? are you gonna be warm?” he leans closer to you, putting his arm behind your seat as he searches through his gym back in the back. the intoxicating smell of his cinnamon cologne invades your senses. “i’ll give you my jacket, just let me find it.”
you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, grabbing his bicep to stop him, giving it a firm, very self-indulgent squeeze. “iwa.” you called out to him. he turned to look at you, wide eyed and so fucking adorable. “you’re acting like my mom.” 
his handsome features relaxed as he released an airy laugh. “well i love your mom, so i’m fine with that.” he pulled his arm from behind you, jacket in his grip, though not in a way to make you let go of his arm.
“i still can’t believe she messages you to make sure i’m eating right.” you groaned, still squeezing his arm playfully. “and stop trying to give me money, it’s like you want to be my sugar daddy or something.”
iwa’s arm tenses under your touch as he processes your words. “alright, time for you to go.” you manage to catch the bright blush dusting his cheeks; your hand reaching out to pinch them yet all you feel is the material of his jacket as he shoves it into your arms. “get out, your friends are waiting for you.”
you pout at his dismissal; but with the way he was so flustered, scratching the back of his neck and hiding his pretty eyes, you decide to let him off easy 
“‘kay, fine~” you drawled in a sing-song voice.
making a show of collecting your things together, you dramatically tugged your seat belt loose; reaching for the door but halting in your actions when the weight of his large hand, dropped on top of your head. allowing him to angle your head to face him, he gifted you with a soft smile that had you ready to melt into the passenger seat. 
“be safe, alright?” your eyes blinked with each gentle pat on your head - once, twice, thrice - most likely ruffling your hair you’d spent a good amount of time on. “now go, text me and i’ll pick you up later.”
puffing your cheeks, you nodded as he squeezed your scalp affectionately. unlocking the door, you stepped outside into the cool air, wrapping iwa’s big jacket over your shoulders as goosebumps rose underneath the thin material of your sweater. bumping the door closed with your hip, you bent at the waist and stuck your head through the open window 
“bye, iwa.” your lips pressed together in a shy smile.
he mirrored your smile. “see you later, pretty lady.”
walking away, tugging the collar of his jacket closer, you could feel his eyes following after you. only half-listening as the girls teased you, hooking their arms through yours to walk through the entrance of the mall; you glanced back once more to see iwa stick a hand out and wave, before driving off once you disappeared from his view.
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steam whirled up and around iwa, as a contented sigh escaped his parted lips. stood underneath the spray of warm water, he felt the tension begin to evaporate from his taut muscles 
iwa’s gym sessions, as of late, had been rather extreme. well, it had been this way for a couple of months now, ever since he had met you. he had to overwork his body, send it into overdrive and power through the fatigue - it was the only way to release some of his pent up frustration. the frustration that came with crushing on you, and not acting on it.
you were so fucking gorgeous to him, and you were so damn sweet. every part of his being was steadily entangling itself around your presence, and he had no idea how to stop it. not that he would even want to try. when you were nearby, his ears would begin to twitch at the sound of your voice, searching for you; and when you touched him, wrapping your delicate fingers around his arm to steady yourself, or poking your fingers at his back absentmindedly while teasing his roommates, he could feel his skin tingle all over. but it was when you would look up at him, sparkles in your beautiful eyes, that iwa knew he was a goner.
you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he just wanted to make you his. have you in his arms…and bury himself so deep inside you-
“fuck.”
he shut off the shower with a bit more force than necessary. this was exactly the reason why he’d been visiting the gym more, working out for longer, because his mind was plagued with thoughts of you under him.
especially after seeing you in your cute outfit today. he feared that you’d catch his eyes lingering too long on the exposed skin of your tummy, or trying to memorise the curve of your lush thighs in those jeans. hell, he could barely say anything to you on the drive to the mall, tongue running dry with you so close to him.
with a huff, he carefully stepped out of the shower; wrapping his fully white towel around his hips, and moving into his room. kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way towards his side table just in time for his phone to go off.
grabbing the device and waiting a second for the facial recognition to process; he was surprised to see it was an instagram notification from you. expecting another food porn post, he was dead wrong; with absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared him for what greeted his eyes.
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“holy,” he collapsed onto his bed, holding his phone to his face. “fuck.”
you...you-
“fuck!” he growled out.
you’d sent him a photo in your new lingerie, albeit it was most likely by accident, but there you were modelling your new all-pink set. the one he had 'chosen’.
with your arms raised above your head, brushing your hair over your shoulders, the stretched out pose accentuated the curve of your breasts, almost spilling out from the strapped confines of your bra. could he even call it that? it was all studded belt straps and buckles, that matched the thick choker-collar around your lithe neck, and it was not helping his current situation. grazing his eyes lower, a thin belt was clipped around your waist, before a sliver of skin lead downwards to the skinny, almost sheer, material of your panties. it was high waisted, dipping behind your wide hips and the teasing curve of your ass. and then your thighs, fuck how he wanted his face to be squeezed between them. thigh-high stockings dug into your plush thighs, squished out from the way you were sitting on your rug.
leaning back onto his bed, iwa was tempted to check if his heart was still beating, if he was even breathing at this point. but he did check, and he was alive; and the blood circulating his body was currently flowing straight to his groin.
the sight of you, so fucking pretty in pink, was burned into his mind forever.
under his palms the prickling sensation spread across his fingers, itching to relieve himself. one hand trailed across the panes of his abdomen, while the other grabbed at his phone; though it almost went flying out of his hand when it started vibrating and your contact photo flashed on his screen.
“shit.” he cursed, clearing his throat and trying to even out his breathing. he accepted the call after a moment. “hello?”
“iwa?!” at the sound of your voice he could feel his dick twitch, and he clenched his teeth together; annoyed at himself. he needed to get a grip. “oh my god, iwa, i am so sorry!”
‘no, i’m sorry that i want to fuck you so bad right now.’ is what he wants to say. “it’s...fine, y/n.” is what he manages to get out.
he hears you chuckle a bit awkwardly on the other end of the line. “shit, i’m so embarrassed right now.” you confess. “i meant to send that to the girls…”
“you don’t have to be embarrassed.” if anyone was to embarrassed it was him. he’d spent months pining after you, and now here he was lying on his bed aching to touch himself to you, towel fisted in his free hand. “you’re beautiful, y/n.” at least that managed to come out right.
“thank you, iwa...i only realised what happened when i was about to send another showing the back!” you laughing at your antics fell deaf on his ears, when the thought of your ass seized control of his mind.
how often had he admired the shape of you the past few months. daydreaming of the way you’d feel in his big hands, silky skin dug into by his long fingers, cheeks jutting out between them. he wanted to hold your ass in the palms of his hands, squeeze and tease you...his hips buck up, grinding against the cotton of the towel and a loud groan escapes his mouth.
“oh- iwa? are you okay?” you asked him, so innocently. he couldn’t take it anymore.
“i’m good...i just- something’s come up,” he hissed out, glancing down at the red tip of his cock peeping up at him. “i’ll call you later.”
“oh, of course! sorry again iwa, hehe, i’ll delete the photo. talk soon!”
his eyes shut at the sound of your giggle, free hand already rubbing himself. “bye.”
ending the call and moving the phone away from his face, he stared at the photo again, thumb hovering over the ‘save’ option, before pressing yes. he’d keep it locked away just for him, a treasured piece of you in his gallery. starting to stroke himself to your perfect body, he waited for the notification that you had deleted the photo from the conversation.
but it never came, though he did, and the photo remained buried under new food posts sent from you.
yet it wasn’t til a few weeks after that iwa began to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as much of an accident as you made it out to be.
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tadashiwa · 3 years
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hajime iwaizumi — rough sex, degradation, possessive!iwa
"why. can't you. behave?" iwaizumi growled as you heard his belt buckle clang. you both knew any apology that tumbled from your lips would be a lie. you wouldn't have let yourself get caught touching yourself after he explicitly told you not to if you didn't want what you knew was coming next. he flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up to meet his. "arms." he smirked at your compliance as you crossed your arms behind your back, allowing him to bind them together with his belt. "enough!" your futile attempt to grind yourself against him was met with a harsh slap on your thigh. "you know how desperate you look when i come home and you're doing this? riding this dildo like a bitch in heat?" you whimpered at his words. "answer me." "yeah. yeah—i know sir. i'm sorry." he could hear the desperation through your voice. "since you wanna go and act like a cheap whore when i'm not around," he pushed his length into you with one thrust, biting back his whimper as he finished his sentence. "i'll fucking treat you like one."
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sunasbabie · 3 years
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-ˋˏ  baby it’s 2am  ˎˊ-
summary: you call your boyfriend to drag him out for a walk at 2am 
paring: iwaizumi x gn!reader
genre: fluff
word count: 806
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iwa groaned, turning to his bedside table where he heard his phone ringing. he hated more than anything being woken up in the middle of the night. he picked up his phone not bothering to look at the caller id.
“what” he groaned answering the call
“haji….. i’m sorry i woke you up, but can i come over” you said softly
iwaizumi sat up upon hearing your voice, he loved hearing your voice. he would always call you before he slept just so he could hear you tell him “good night” and “i love you”
“what’s wrong y/n? are you okay?” when he said this he was already starting to wake up just from hearing your voice.
“nothing’s wrong haji i just wanna be with you and i miss you. can i come over?”
hajime’s heart fluttered upon hearing this, you were just as in love with him as he was with you
“i miss you too baby, but i’m coming over, you shouldn't be out this late it’s” looking at the time “it’s 2am, i’m not letting you wander around the neighbourhood at this hour”
you giggled at this knowing how protective iwaizumi can get over you. “okay haji, i’ll wait for you downstairs, okay.”
“alright i’ll be over in 10, see you baby”
“see you haji, take care on the way”
iwa got up and put on a hoodie making sure to bring another one for you because he knows how much you like to wear his. when he arrived at your door steps he texted you a quick
hey i’m at your door
you quickly got up and put on some shoes to meet iwa outside. once you stepped foot outside you greeted hajime with a big hug. you jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist, arms around his neck and you placed your neck on the crook of his neck. iwa supported you by grabbing your thighs and spinning the two of you. you pulled your face away from his neck and stared at his eyes which seemed to look brighter underneath the moonlight and you couldn’t help but lean in and press your lips on his. this feeling felt so familiar, as if you’ve done it a million times. kissing iwaizumi hajime is something you will never get tired of.
you released your grip from him, locked the door, grabbed his hand and started walking away from your house.
“so where are we going at 2:15 in the morning hmm?” iwa asked while kissing the crown of your hair
“nowhere in particular, i just want to walk around with my favourite person” you said with a grin while looking at him
you two arrived at a local park around your neighbourhood and you quickly pulled iwa to the see-saw
iwa shook his head at your idea, smiling he said “really the see-saw y/n?”
“it’s going to be fun haji, don’t be such a downer, and don’t underestimate me i’m pretty sure i could lift you up” you said while putting a hand on your hip
hajime sat at the other end of the see-saw while you sat on the other. you ate your words, you in fact could not lift up your boyfriend who was 70kg of pure muscle, but there were times that he would purposefully let you bring him up so you could actually play on the see-saw.
you got tired and after a while the both of you decided to walk back to your house, taking the long way home. you would swing iwa’s hands and twirl around pretending that you two were dancing at a ball, then he would wrap his arms around your torso and nuzzle his face in your neck kissing it from time to time muttering an “i love you”.
he bent down indicating you to jump on his back, you happily obliged since you loved getting piggyback rides from people especially your boyfriend. he would tell you about things that happened in training and every so often you would put a kiss on his cheek making him stop talking and try to catch your lips but you would just laugh and back away from him to tease him. when you do that iwa would jokingly drop you and this would make you hold on to him tighter and wrap your legs around his waist so you don’t fall.
“hajimeeeee, stop i’m going to fall” you squealed when he pretended to drop you again.
he let out a laugh but adjusted your position so that you were more comfortable and he could have a better grip on your legs.
you leaned in closer to his ear to whisper “i love you hajime, i really do, i hope this lasts” while kissing his cheek.
“i love you too y/n, always”
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iwaasfairy · 3 years
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omg can i just say it took so much courage to send in the ask about iwa in egirl skirt and u in white and being corrupted,,,, ur such a good writer im so relieved that u liked the idea :ccc i feel so honoured to have a reply thank u sm <3
can i also talk about atsumu in ur prev post? saying that u cant get his new pretty white tulle skirt dirty but fucking into u so hard that u cant help but squirt all over it and him,,, then he just fucks u harder as punishment, since the front is already dirty anyway why not go for the entire tulle material til its dripping?? <3 (also im not sure if u take anons who identify by emojis :( but if you do could i go by 🌼?)
🌼 nonnie, it’s nice to meet you!! and please i loved it so much, i live for the guys in skirts. thank you a million for this sweet message too, i hope you have a good day/night!! please never be shy to talk to me or anything, it’s literally why i’m here and as long as you follow my rules pretty much anything is a-go here ♡(。•ˇ艸•)
tw teasing, squirting, lil darcyphilia, degradation
The way your arms are wrapped around your own knees, keeping them nicely in place as he curls his fingers in and out of you, over and over again until you can’t possibly think of anything but the press of those rough fingertips and the heat swelling in your lower belly. Atsumu grunts, rubbing his tongue over your puffy clit as your legs twitch, trying your very hardest not to just lock him there and ride out your coming orgasm on his face already. “Tsumu, please,” you cry, digging your own nails into your skin, “just fuck me, I wanna -ah, wanna cum on your cock, please.”
“Yeah?” He grins when dipping back down to wrap his lips around your clit and sucks, making your entire body spasm and tremble with pleasure. Moans falling out of your mouth, breathing even heavier. He stands up to really pump his fingers into you a few more times, curling them into your plush walls without mercy.  But the accomplished grin on his face when you cry out a string of incoherent swears says it clear enough. He doesn’t feel like playing by your requests today. “Gonna cum on this pretty cock like the desperate, messy slut ya are? Cum all over, hah, get me all wet?
“Yes, I want to. Just,” you oblige when he urges your legs down and to rest around his narrow waist, looking so perfect between your legs, “just fill me up already. Want you so bad.” He lifts the fabric of the piece of clothing that started this whole thing with a little grin, hard cock twitching against his stomach for attention before he grabs it and runs his slicked up fingers over his cock to let more precum drip out. “Tsumu!” you full on whine now, locking your legs around his glutes and forcing him closer. But when you reach for the white skirt to have something to cling to, he grabs your wrists and pushes them down next to your head with gleaming eyes.
“Don’t think so, dumb girl,” he coos, before reaching down to lift the tule enough again not to get in the way. It’s so visual, any time the flushed cockhead appears from under it your pussy clenches desperately to be filled with him. But he grabs your leg to spread them a bit further, before he lines up. At your whines and moans he leans down to kiss you, tongue melting with yours and making you taste yourself on him, before he pulls back to look between your bodies at the way your slick pussy waits for him. “Yer gonna take it how I give it to ya. Such a filthy fuckin’ cockslut, wet even from seein’ yer boyfriend in a skirt.”
The warm tip rubs over your gushing pussy a few times as he grunts, and you reach up to wrap your arms around him to urge him in already. When he resists a little by flexing his thigh muscles against you so you can’t move him, you throw your head back, tears welling up at the frustration of being teased like this. “God, fuck, Tsumu! Please just fuck me, I can’t wait anymore.” The press of your nails in his pretty skin and the tears welling up must be enough to finally convince your bully of a boyfriend. “I’m so close, p-please,” your voice so soft and little, “I want to cum s-so bad.”
“Aww, my baby’s gonna cry? Guess I’ll give in.” With one smooth push he slides into your soft cunny, grunting at the tightness as you bite through your tears at the stretch of taking him so fast, whining at the mean tactic. He grabs your face to pull you into another kiss, then letting his hand slide down your throat to hold you in place. “Just bought this, so ya better not get it dirty,” he says, but the way he starts snapping his hips into you, angled right into the spot that’s guaranteed to make you cum quickly, there’s very little truth behind it. His free hand moves between your two bodies, roughly rubbing your puffy nub that makes your eyes clench shut and toes curl.
“Wait,” you cry, holding onto his shoulder, “w-wait! Tsumu! T-Oh, fuck! Hold on, I’m gonna make a mess like that!” He doesn’t, the rhythmic pounding into your sensitive walls only going faster. “Ahh- w-I gotta—”
“Want ya to ruin the sheets,” he cuts in, heaving himself over you more so you’re stuck entirely in the heat of your two bodies. He clenches his teeth, continuously stroking your clit until you try to push his hand away, but he’s stronger. “Do it, I know ya can. Fuckin’ cum.” That’s sadly not a doubt with his relentless motions. Your muscles clench before you even have the chance to tell him, feeling a rushing sensation from your belly before your knees lock and your back arches off the bed, cumming with a loud moan.
“Holy— fuck, Atsumu!” Everything goes black and you shudder as a different sensation makes your muscles shake, gushing out and pushing his cock out of you by sheer force. Everything feels so wet and sticky, but his rubbing doesn’t stop until you really have to hiss and push him away from your clit. You take deep breaths, before opening your tear-filled eyes to his surprised expression, one that quickly changes to a smug grin.
“Ya got me all dirty and wet, slut.” He peels the ruined, white skirt off his skin with a hiss himself, stroking his hard cock still. He didn’t cum yet, but looking at the mess you made on him, he’s not far off. “Look at what yer squirtin’ did, huh?”
His cock twitches as he looks back up at you, even more when you pout. “I’m sorry.”
But he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead and then your mouth, before grinning. “No need. Yer gonna make it up to me.” Then he slides the leaking head of his cock back between your legs and into your still-sensitive cunt to slide it in and out a few inches, only fucking you so shallowly. “Gonna cum inside ya first, and then we’re gonna see if ya can do that again.”
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kkusuka · 3 years
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hq fics and drabbles
here are my headcannons 
all in chronological order (of their respective categories) 
Fics <3 
Mirror compliments <3
character: Ushijima, Tendou is mentioned
genre: angst to fluff, short story 
based on this prompt:  For the last few days, you’ve been getting ominous messages written in blood on your bathroom mirror. Turns out, they’re from an awkward ghost with a serious crush on you.
king <3  (song fic) 
character: kageyama, slight Hinata 
genre: angst?, short story 
Kageyama can be king again 
December 14th <3 
charcters: Atsumu and Osamu Miya 
genre: angst-ish, implied smut, yandere-ish 
synopsis: imagine being the object of both Miya twins affection? they’ve know you were theirs from childhood, it just took you a damn long time to realize it. 
Forever after All <3 
character: Oikawa tooru
genre: angsty, fluff-ish
song fic of Luke Combs “forever after all” 
synopsis: some things are worth waiting for ever for 
Should’ve worn gloves <3 (this isnt really a fic but i love it so much) 
genre: flirty fluff 
character: suna rinatrou 
synopsis: suna didnt wear gloves and your thighs look pretty warm 
Something about Atsumu Miya <3 
characters: Atsumu Miya 
genre: angst 
synopsis: there was something about Atsumu Miya that you couldn’t place.  Until you could. Or you go through what it feels like to go through the stages of a failed relationship with Atsumu.
Our Little Corner of the Garden <3 (a personal favorite) 
characters: Oikawa Tooru, slight Atsumu Miya 
genre: angst 
synopsis: the moment he had lead you into the small corner of the garden your heart was his.
4/25 <3 
characters: Kuroo Tetsurou  and Bokuto Koutarou 
genre: smut 
synopsis:  Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.
The Ladies room <3 
characters: Suna Rinatrou and Kenma Kozume 
genre: smut 
synopsis: your two new gamer friends don’t like when other guys talk to you
The locker room <3 
character: Sakusa Kiyoomi 
genre: smut 
synopsis: Locker rooms are where memories are made 
Anatomy Lessons <3 
characters: Ushijima Wakatoshi 
genre: smut 
synopsis: ushijima is not gifted in the ways of learning
Put on a show <3 
characters:  Suna rinatrou x reader x atsumu miya
genre: smut 
synopsis: you ride suna at a party and atsumu watches 
Level up <3 
characters: Kenma Kozume 
genre: fluff 
synopsis: the levels of your relationship with kenma 
Fuck ‘em to Sleep <3 
characters:  Kenma Kozume x reader x Kuroo Tetsuro
genre: smut 
synopsis: kenma’s gaming and you’re horny, what else to do but call Kuroo? 
Body of Glass <3 
characters: Iwaizumi Hajime 
genre: smut 
synopsis: he treats you like glass and all you want to do is get railed. 
The Velvet Room <3 
genre: smut 
characters: Tsukishima Kei and Kageyama Tobio 
synopsis: you go into a club run by the mafia, and happen to catch some attention. 
Painting <3 
(more of three separate drabbles) 
genre: smut 
characters:  Suna, Ushijima, and Sugawara
you make a painting out of a strenuous activity
Muddle <3 
genre: angst
character: ushijima wakatoshi 
he can’t bare the thought of losing you, it just took him a bit to realize. 
Broken chopsticks<3 
genre: smut 
character: Osamu
osamu likes watching you stake your claim just a bit to much
Drabbles <3 
until i say so <3 
characters: Sakusa and Atsumu 
genre: smut 
you don't do anything until sakusa says so 
Asking you out <3 
genre: angsty crack 
characters: sakusa, iwaizumi, ushijima, hinata 
drabbles about how thy freak out when they want to ask you out 
trusted <3
genre: angst 
character: Atsumu
a drabble about putting your trust in the wrong boy 
Mating press <3 
genre: smut 
character: Bokuto 
bokuto mating press’s his girlfriend
Toxic things pt. 1.5 <3 (part one is in the headcannons mlist) 
genre: angst 
charcters: oikawa, sakusa, atsumu, suna 
you break their hearts 
Lesson <3 
genre: smut, kinda dark 
characters: ushijima and sakusa 
ushijima doesn't know how to teach his whore a lesson, so who better to ask than sakusa?
cunny stuffers <3 
genre: smut 
characters: Ushijima, bokuto, sakusa 
they stuff you with cum 
Timid s/o pt.1 <3 
genre: smut 
characters: daichi, bokuto 
they help their timid s/o
 a boob perv <3 
genre: smut--ish (nothing explicit) 
characters: Kenma 
kenma really likes your boobs 
handjob <3 
genre: smut 
character: ushijima 
he really likes your hand around his cock
Thigh pillows <3 
genre: fluff 
character: suna 
suna’s tired and your thighs are great pillows 
Risky texts <3 
genre: crack, slight smut 
character: hinata 
you send your boyfriend a steamy text during practice 
Panty thief <3 
genre: smut-ish 
character: sakusa 
he likes to take your panties  
Timid S/o pt.2 <3 
genre: smut 
characters: kuroo, the miya twins 
they help their timid s/o 
Sharing <3
genre: smut 
characters: iwaizumi, oikawa, mattsukawa, hanamaki 
oikawa shows his friends everything, including you 
boobjob <3 
genre: smut 
characters: kenma 
kenma likes boobjobs
Pinning for porn <3 
genre: smut 
character: iwaizumi 
you wanna watch porn with your crush iwa-chan 
Kenma is a boob perv pt.2 <3 
genre: smut 
character: kenma 
you want your boyfriend to eat you our but he wants to play with your boobs
Lap space <3 
genre: kinda crack-ish 
characters: kenma, Kageyama 
a rivalry has formed for sleeping rights on your thighs 
Do i wanna Know? 
genre: smut 
character: Bokuto
he leaves you all tied up and needy 
Squirt <3 
genre: smut 
character: Kenma 
kenma like smearing your cum on your boobs 
Snowy weekend <3 
genre: crack, hints of smut 
character: Oikawa, mentions of Iwaizumi, Makki and Mattsun
a 3am food run leaves you and your boyfriend trapped in a car
Prying <3 
genre: fluffy crack 
character: Suna and Atsumu 
atsumu never stops prying into your relationship 
better <3
genre: smut
character: atsumu miya 
you prove that you can give a better blow job than some random fling
Little hole, Big men <3 
genre: smut 
characters: ushijima, bokuto, tsukishima, iwaizumi, aran, sakusa, kuroo, matsukawa
you have a tight little whole they love so much
Makeup <3 
genre: crack 
character: Oikawa Tooru 
you have an extremely pretty boyfriend 
A bet<3 
genre: smut 
characters: Tsukishima and Kuroo 
tsuki loses a bet, and kuroo is very happy
cosplayer s/o <3 
genre: smut 
character: kenma 
kenma loves his cosplayer girlfriend 
inarizaki pet play <3 
genre: smut 
characters: Kita, Aran, Suna, Osamu and Atsumu 
the title, lol 
3rd year hinata <3 
genre: smut 
character: HInata 
hinata is oblivious to his charm 
Huniepop <3 
genre: fluuf 
character: kenma
kenma plays games for far to long 
Memories <3 
genre: smut 
characters: suna aran, atsumu, kita
suna doesnt dwell on memories, we maybe just a few. 
sharing is caring <3 
genre: smut 
characters: atsumu 
atsumu dosen’t like to share
how they fuck you<3 
genre: smut 
characters: inarizaki mains 
Haikyuu dilfs; Breeding 
genre: smut 
characters: Ukai, Meian, romero, hiragumi 
they breed you poor cunt 
The degraders <3 
genre: smut 
characters: Sakusa, Tsukishima, Suna
you’re their pretty little bitch
Mr. Stuffed-owl <3 
genre: fluff
characters: bokuto
he doesn't understand why you like that stupid owl
ass, boob, or thigh?
genre: smut 
charaters: ushijima, bokuto, hoshiumi, kageyama, hinata, sakusa, aran, suna, atsumu
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bullshxtvixen · 3 years
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yoooo the way i wanna thigh ride iwaizumi—it’s not even funny like i just picture him working on his laptop and after a series of failed attempts at getting him pay me attention, he just motions for me to sit on his lap and do what i gotta do 😋🤭 chileeee i’m running laps rn
IWA THIGH RIDING YES YES YESSSS.
The little sounds that fall from your lips as you grind yourself against his meaty thigh are too enticing, so he’ll end up closing his laptop and just sitting back in the chair, watching as you desperately hump his leg.
When you chew on your lower lip and scrunch your face in concentration, he almost...almost, gives in.
Not yet.
“Look at you, getting yourself on my thigh like that, tch.”
The words are condescending but there’s a sparkle in his eye. It’s just so cute how much you enjoy this, how needy you are for any kind of scraps he throws your way.
He should ignore you more often if this is how you were going to react.
Soft moans and the stuttering of your hips alerts him that you’re close to coming. He’ll take pity on you and tense the large muscles in his thigh while his large hands find purchase on your hips. Forwards and backwards he helps you rock, smirking at your sharp intake of breath when he jerks his leg slightly. The movement causes an intense pressure against your clit that sends you head first into your orgasm.
Your thighs clamp down around his muscular one and your toes curl against the plush carpet beneath your feet.
A loud groan registers somewhere in the back of your hazy mind, coaxed from your boyfriends throat by the nails you dig into his shoulders. No doubt there would be little crescent moon shaped marks imprinted into his skin when you finally release him. He didn’t give a shit, he got off on you leaving your marks on him and he on your.
Iwa gives you know time to regain your senses before he picks you up and unceremoniously dumps you on his desk. your back hits the oak surface with a dull thud.
“Wha-“
You’re vaguely aware of your underwear being slipped to the side before his entire length is shoved deep inside your dripping heat.
A hiss leaves his throat when he feels your tight walls flutter around his cock.
Balls deep and your pretty pink slit took every inch.
Always so fucking ready to take him. Fuck.
The need to fuck your warm hole and fill you with his cum took over.
“You got to use me like I was your fucktoy, so I think it’s only fair that you return the favour, princess, don’t you?”
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